Wednesday, September 20, 2017

#BOC Presents! Alpha Males with Violetta Rand, Michele De Winton, Katana Collins & Michele Mannon

Interview with an Alpha Male

Ever imagine what it might be like to have a hot as sin Alpha male whispering in your ear? Well, four authors who write dark, gritty romances cordially invite you to listen in on some titillating conversations they’ve had with one of their heroes. Things are about to get hot. Fans and wine advised!

EAGLE ~ One Taste of Angel (Book One, Iron Norsemen MC) by VIOLETTA RAND

Eagle: (Looks me up and down, grins, and lights a cigarette)

Violetta: Thought we were going for a ride.

Eagle: Only if you agree to hop on the back of my bike.

Violetta: Sorry, I know the rules. Angel wouldn’t like it if I took her place.

Eagle: (Points at my Ducati) Not a Harley.

Violetta: Nope. It’s not. Bet I can go faster.

Eagle: (Laughs) Real women ride men with Harleys.

Violetta: Real women ride, Eagle.

Eagle: We’ll see. (Finishes his smoke, then climbs on his bike.) Coming?

Violetta: (Straps her helmet on and starts her Ducati) Last one to Holly Beach is a loser. (Screeches out of the parking lot, Eagle in her wake).

Meet Eagle and his brothers from the Iron Norsemen MC!



Violetta’s Bio:

Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. When she's not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

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Jake Slade ~ Right me Right #2 Raising Hellfire MC Series by Michele de Winton

Jake: You look good in blue, anyone ever tell you that? Makes me want to lay you down under a summer sky and...

Michele: know I wrote that line for you right? So it’s not going to work on me.

Jake: Shit. This isn’t going to go well for me is it? Should I be worried about sitting too close? You going to smack me with a wrench or a fire or any of you other “plot” ideas?

Michele: You’re safe here. We’re among friends. Tell us about Lucy.

Jake: Having us meet in that pool for the first time, I have to give it to you, that was good. She was all slick from the water and with the moon reflecting over her skin, hell, I’m amazed I managed to hold off for, what, four pages?

Michele: I couldn’t have you fall together too quickly.

Jake: I read that other book. Burned by Lust, now that is getting together quick. And that chick, Lee? Man, if I hadn’t met Lucy, I’d be ripping up the pages to get into her. Hell’s boys wouldn’t have liked it but fuck em. Girl needed someone to hold her down and...but anyway, I’ve got Lucy. She’s like rumbling motor underneath you, I tell you. Better than riding a bike without a helmet.

Michele: You’re a poet.

Jake: Touche lady.

Meet Jake - on Amazon
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Michele’s Bio:
Words are my drug. There, I said it and now I can't take it back. I've tried doing other things. Heck I was even a dancer in Bosnia (true story), but I keep coming back to the page and getting stuck there. Hooray for words! But hooray for characters too because that's what I love. I like to twist them up in knots, take away their toys, get them drunk and throw them at each other. I try to be mostly polite in real life (I did say mostly) so it's a joy to unleash sassy, mouthy, smart women on the romance men of my worlds and let them at it. I know the saying goes, girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, but with me you can expect less sugar and more spice. Heck, these girls are made of adventure, great beer and no fear. Despite training in law (or perhaps because of it) I have been a dancer, choreographer, producer, and all round arty type in various countries for most of my life. I've also travelled extensively, working on projects in Bosnia, India, Scotland, England, Brazil and New Zealand. I love to hear from readers so do come stalk me online – you can check out what’s happening on Facebook and Twitter, grab a free story and join my newsletter for freebies all from my website

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Shane McGill ~ Ex-Con: Harrison Street Crew #1 by Katana Collins

Katana: Shane, welcome to freedom. How does it feel to be out of State Penitentiary for the first time in four years?

Shane: [Takes a drag from his cigarette] I’m not free. Not while the club owns my ass. That’s how they trap you. Give you favors you don’t ask for and then force you to pay up.

Katana: Well, that’s pretty dang ‘glass half empty’ talk if I’ve ever heard it. What about that new girl you’re working for at the garage? That redheaded mechanic? She seems cute.

Shane: [Smirks] Cute isn’t exactly the phrase I’d use.

Katana: I can imagine.

Shane: Oh, I know you can. I’ve experienced first hand all the things you can imagine.

Katana: How is it working for her?

Shane: A job’s a job. Working for her is about the same as working for any other boss. Except the view’s a hell of a lot better.

Katana: Just you wait. The work day’s gonna get a hell of a lot better, too...

Hear more from Shane over on Amazon!

For more information about THE HARRISON STREET series, please visit:
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B&N: Nook
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Katana’s bio:
When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.
So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. She penned her first romance novel back in 2012 and now, a few years later, she is an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres (Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).
She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
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DIEGO:  Like what you see, chava?

MICHELE: [Blinking, then flushing red.] I mean, he’s gorgeous. Jet black hair, wicked eyes, a fighter’s muscled body.

You’re called “The Big Boom” guy. Why is that?

It’s also rumored that he’s a hit man, but I wisely refrain from asking him about that.

DIEGO: Explosive...orgasms.

MICHELE: [Coughing]  Excuse me?

DIEGO: You heard me, Shelly baby. If you’re the type of woman who likes to get off know...BOOM! [He makes an exploding sound and gesture with his hands.]

MICHELE:  My imagination goes wild. I mean, whose wouldn’t?

DIEGO: [Leaning back in the chair across from me.] Next question.

Meet Diego on Amazon !

Don’t miss Rogue, Mercenary, and Hit Man now available.
Make sure to add the next two books to your TBR pile! PLAYER and PROFESSIONAL  

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Michele’s Bio:

Michele Mannon has been a romantic ever since she held that boy’s hand behind the old tool shed. An avid reader, her go-to genre has always been romance; the darker and grittier the better. Michele began writing her own brand of sexy in 2011 and is finishing her eighth book for publication. Her work has received high praise, including Romantic Times Magazine’s TOP PICKS. Most days, Michele can be found tormenting her characters high up on a mountaintop overlooking the Delaware River, with her computer in her lap and a glass of Riesling in her hand. Visit

Monday, August 28, 2017

#BOC BUZZ: The Spy Who Seduced Her (The Brethren Book 1) by Christi Caldwell

Author Christi Caldwell never fails to immerse this reader in her carefully woven web of tales. This time however, Ms. Caldwell slays me with this book. This book is SUPERB! Be prepared to cry. A wonderful first in an exciting series, I cannot wait for more of The Brethren! 

Nathaniel Archer has been an essential part of The Brethren for decades. The spy turned leader has lost so much in his 45 years, that the only thing he has is his work and the memories of the one and only love he lost.  When after 20 years a case comes up involving his lost love, Nathaniel tosses caution aside to solve the mystery and reconnect with his past, good or bad.

Victoria Barret, the Viscountess Waters has not had an easy life. Married to a cruel reprobate in order to give her baby a name, Victoria has suffered much in her life. Someone has murdered the Viscount and now Victoria's son, Andrew is the prime suspect. While mourning Viscount Waters isn't  one of this family's priorities, saving Andrew from himself is paramount. Enter Nathaniel Archer, Earl of Exeter, whom Victoria believed dead. For both Victoria and Nathaniel, facing their pasts is gut-wrenching. Both believe the other moved on without second thoughts, but the reality of it is that the struggle to carry on caused such deep seeded heartache that it  inexorably transforms both parties.

Nothing is more important to Victoria than her children's  happiness, but maybe it's time for her to actually live, maybe it's time for her to grasp onto the one person who can give her that happiness. Nathaniel has been with the Brethren so long that one wonders if he can put it behind him to take on the spitfire named Victoria. Find out by reading the fabulous, THE SPY WHO SEDUCED HER by the indomitable Christi Caldwell... 



Saturday, August 26, 2017


Many times I am in the precarious position of reading a very good friend's book and then having to review said book objectively. When I picked up The Last Gamble, the third book in the riveting Bastards of London series all of those uneasy feelings, flew out the proverbial window. Anabelle Bryant is a force to be reckoned with. Her writing is smart and superb and her stories are tantalizing. 

The Last Gamble finally brings closure to Luke Reese's heartbreak of losing his beloved son to kidnapping some nine months prior. The rough and tumble part owner of the Underworld, one of London's most popular gaming hells, Luke Reese has been exhausting every possible venue in his search for Nathaniel while still effectively running his hell, but tides are turning and Luke is closer than ever to discovering the whereabouts of his son.

Georgina Luke is in hiding, plain and simple. Remaining in her parent's home was out of the question given the ultimatum her father had given her that would make her life miserable. Fleeing to Coventry os the best decision and using an alias to seek a position of governess to a wealthy countryside family gives her the peace she seeks, until the handsome Luke Reese to turn her world upside down. When Luke discovers that Nathaniel had been in her care soon after being kidnapped, Luke believes that Georgina is the key to finding his son. Georgina, however, is hesitant in returning to London to help find Nathaniel, but extenuating circumstances prevail and the pair set off on a voyage of intrigue and mayhem that also brings this unlikely pair together for passion and well as mystery.

Luke at first is certain he is only using Georgina as a means to an ends, but the more time in her company, getting to the heart of her very being, Luke may just fall hard and lose his heart to Georgina. Can these two wayward souls risk falling for one another? Read Anabelle Bryant's The Last Gamble to find out!

Having been with the Bastards of London from day one, I have a deep investment in the characters and their outcomes. Nathaniel's kidnapping left this reader in shock and the path to his discovery made me fall deeper in love with this series. Once again, i must reiterate that Ms. Bryant is an outstanding writer who with every single book she writes spins a web that traps the reader. If you have never picked up a book by Anabelle Bryant, you are missing out. Give this impressive series a try, you will not be disappointed, you will be in awe...


About Anabelle

Anabelle began reading at age three and never stopped.  Her passion for reading soon turned into a passion for writing and an author was born.  Happy to grab a suitcase if it ensures a new adventure, Anabelle finds endless inspiration in travel, especially imaginary jaunts into Regency England, a far cry from her home in New Jersey.  Instead, her clever characters live out her daydreams because really, who wouldn't want to dance with a handsome duke or kiss a wicked earl?
Though teaching keeps her grounded, photography, running and writing, counterbalance her wanderlust.  Often found with her nose in a book, Anabelle earned her Master's Degree and is completing her Doctorate Degree in education.  Thrilled to be an author for Harlequin's Carina line, Anabelle's historical romances are character driven.  She strives to provide a heartfelt connection between her hero, heroine, and the reader, believing the emotional journey on the path to true love is the most important bond.  Clever secondary characters and lively conversation keep the pages turning.
Anabelle knows sometimes life doesn't provide a happily ever after, but her novels always do.  She enjoys talking with her fans.  Follow her on Facebook and join her mailing list for the latest news concerning her upcoming novel

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

#BOC Release Day Bliss: The Last Gamble (Bastards of London, Book 3) by Anabelle Bryant

As one of the owners of London’s most infamous and scandalous gambling hall, The Underworld, Luke Reese looks like a man who has it all.
But underneath his swagger lies a pain which no amount of liquor, women or card games can ease. Because, nine months ago, Luke’s son was stolen by his half-brother, Lord Dursley.
Luke knows the agony of growing up without a family, and he will not allow his son to suffer the same fate. So when evidence leads him to Coventry and a mysterious governess named Georgina, Luke doesn’t hesitate in tracking her down.
But nothing is ever as simple as it seems in the London ton. And soon, Luke is facing his most dangerous gamble yet.
Dare he risk losing his heart to find his son?


Happy Release Day! Xander (Sons of Sangue Book 5) by Patricia A. Rasey

Sons of Sangue: book 5

Vampire biker Alexander “Xander” Dumitru has a problem on his hands, namely India Jackson. She’s alone, pregnant, and, worst of all, she belongs to a rival MC member whose recent death may or may not be a permanent condition. With rumors that India’s ex may now be turned and out to take her back, suddenly Xander’s vow to protect her becomes a matter of life or death. And it doesn’t help his mission when India’s sweet blood has him craving for far more than he has any right to claim.

When India asks for shelter with the Sons of Sangue, her primary concern is the protection of her unborn child. Yet as attracted as she is to dangerous, irascible Xander, India is unprepared for the tangle of emotions the handsome vampire awakens in her. But with her violent ex returned even deadlier than before, now India’s safety comes with a steep price—one that could pit the Sons in a war against their enemy MC, and force Xander to risk his immortal life to protect hers and that of her child.

SONS OF SANGUE - A Vampire MC Series
Book 1: VIPER
Book 2: HAWK
Book 3: GYPSY
Book 4: ROGUE
Book 4.5: DRAVEN
Special Edition: PREACHER
Book 5: XANDER
Book 6: RYDER (coming early 2018)
Book 7: WOLF (coming 2018)
More to come!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

#BOC RELEASE DAY BLISS! Misconduct: Birmingham Rebels (Book 4) by Samantha Kane

The Birmingham Rebels play both sides of the field, proving that the hottest action isn’t always in the arena.

Rookie running back Tom Kelly loves the perks of football stardom. Men, women—there’s no shortage of companionship for a pro athlete who’s hot, young, and willing, and Tom is definitely willing. But deep down he wants a committed three-way relationship, especially if the female in the middle is Carmina de la Cruz. The undeniably sexy Army veteran may not say much, but her body speaks loud and clear.

After a traumatic tour in Afghanistan, Carmina is struggling to regain her speech and rebuild her life. More than anything, she wants to feel like a woman again. Tom may be a wholesome All-American, but he knows just how she needs to be touched—and he’s not the only Rebel who arouses her interest. With his scorching intensity, Tom’s best friend leaves her wondering if two players might be better than one.

Danny Smith is no stranger to his team’s kinky reputation. He gave in to temptation once, but he’s not going down that road again. Sure, Carmina’s curves promise pleasure, but her eyes guarantee it comes with baggage—and Danny has enough of his own. Still, giving up control can feel so good. And when it comes to everything Danny craves, Carmina and Tom make the perfect team.

Read an Excerpt! 

“Hey, Carmina.” Tom grinned when he saw defensive lineman Sam Taylor’s sexy best friend. She was waiting in the hallway outside the Rebels locker room at Gulf Coast Arena, and she had her dog with her as usual. Buster K was the smartest dog Tom had ever met. He watched Tom approach but didn’t bark or jump on him. Sam had told him therapy dogs were trained not to do that.

Practice had just ended and Tom was the first guy to leave the field. He had a date with this cute dude he’d met a couple of weeks ago at a bar. He loved being a big football star. He was getting all the pussy and dick he could handle. Thank God some of the guys on the team had gone public about being bisexual and had showed Tom the ropes. He’d be forever grateful. It had opened up a whole new world for him, and he thought he was a better person for it. He was certainly more open and accepting of himself and other people now. Fucking pussy was sweet and he still loved it, but fucking a guy in the ass was a forbidden thrill he didn’t think he’d ever get over.
But the truth was he was getting a little tired of the merry-go-round. He didn’t seem to attract the kind of people who wanted more than a night in the sack. That had been good for a while, but he wasn’t really the one-night-stand type of guy. He wanted what a lot of his friends had—long-term bi relationships. But he wasn’t fooled by how easy it had been for them to find the right ones. What he wanted wasn’t the norm and he knew it.
His best friend wasn’t helping, either. Danny wasn’t bi, despite the fact he’d had sex with Tom and a few other guys from the team—that had been strictly a one-time thing, and there had been a woman involved. That night had opened Tom’s eyes to what he felt and what he wanted. But Danny was still strictly het. He didn’t even like to talk about that night. But it had been so fucking hot Tom had a hard time not thinking about it. A lot.
What Danny did like, though, was going out and getting lucky. He’d never partied much in college; he’d been too screwed up by something that happened in college, too angry and hurt. Now he was trying to make up for lost time. So Tom put his own goals on hold while he helped Danny out. That’s what best friends did. But for a guy who used to think a big night out was ordering pizza and playing videogames, the last few months had been exhausting.
He’d sure like to get something going with Carmina. She had curly, dark hair that she wore natural, just skimming the top of her shoulders. Her skin was the color of cappuccino, and he wanted to lick her all over until he got to her creamy center. Which actually made it a metaphor—or simile, whatever—about a candy bar, not coffee. He’d been a psychology major in college and barely passed English. The point was, he wanted to eat her, pussy and all. Then he’d like to fuck her. She had a Boricua ass that put J-Lo’s to shame. But he hadn’t been able to figure out how to get close to her yet. She was really closed off.
Carmina raised her hand in greeting, blushing as she met his eyes briefly, then looking away. Tom knew about her speech issues, so he wasn’t offended she didn’t actually say hello. He talked enough for two people anyway, so he figured they’d get along just fine.
“How’s it hanging, gorgeous?” he asked, just to be a smart-ass and get a reaction from her. It worked. She turned back to him with wide, incredulous eyes and then looked down at her crotch.
“It’s not,” she said slowly. Tom laughed, thrilled he’d gotten her to talk. She had a little bit of an accent that was very cool and sexy, just like the rest of her.
“Are you here to meet Sam?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his neck with his damp practice towel. Carmina nodded. “He’s still out on the field. You can go out there. We’re done for the day.” He noticed she was wearing workout gear. “You going to work out with him?” Damn, he’d be sorry to miss that if they were going to do it here. She was probably sexy as hell all wet with sweat.
“Run,” she said. She blinked slowly, biting her lip. “Going running,” she corrected herself. Tom was pretty excited that they seemed to actually be having a conversation.
“Cool,” he said. “You run here a lot? At the arena?” She nodded. Buster K had his head tipped to the side as if he were listening to their conversation. Tom waited patiently. He remembered Sam telling him that it was important to give Carmina time to think when you were talking to her. He squatted and reached over to pet Buster K, who made a rumbling noise at the attention and butted his head into Tom’s hand, asking for more.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I like the track.”
“Better for your knees,” he agreed. “I think they’re supposed to have the US Track Championship here in a couple of years. You always been a runner?”
She shook her head. “Since the Army,” she explained. “And it’s good for Sam.”
“You ever run the stairs here?” Tom asked, grinning. “We did that a few months ago and I thought it would damn near kill me.”
Her eyes went wide again and she shook her head with a smile. “Not for me,” she said. “Too hard.” Tom stared a few seconds too long at her eyes. They were the prettiest eyes he’d seen in a long time. The brown in them was so light it looked almost gold. He’d never seen eyes like them. She looked away and he noticed she was blushing again as she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
“Anyway,” Tom said a little too loudly as he stood up. “I’ve got a date. Got to go. But Sam and King are still out there with most everybody else. I’ll see you around, Carmina.” He waited.
“See you,” she said at last, with a wave, as she hurried down the hallway to the tunnel that led out to the field. Tom watched her until she was out of sight. That ass in running shorts ought to be illegal.
Carmina ran out of the tunnel onto the track around the field. She could feel how hot her face was from blushing. She mentally cursed. She could talk better than that now. It had taken a couple of years of speech therapy, but she could carry on a normal conversation, even if it was a little slow. But she always froze when she talked to Tom. Memories of her very naughty fantasies last night hadn’t helped. As she stood there talking to him, all she could see in her mind was him and Danny wrapped around her fucking her brains out. Nice. It had clearly been the farthest thing from his mind. He had a date. Which meant he’d be fucking someone else tonight and she wouldn’t. She growled and made two fists but there wasn’t anything around to punch.
“Whoa.” Carmina spun around to face the man behind her. Nigel Locke, a former soccer star in Britain who was now a kicker for the Rebels, stood there frowning at her. They’d become friends when she’d kicked his ass at pool at a party at Tom and Danny’s, the first time she’d met them all. “Someone looks upset. Care to share what’s the matter, love?” She shook her head. “Well, don’t hurt yourself,” he teased. “You should never run angry.” She made a face at him and rolled her eyes. He snapped his towel at her and then waved as he headed for the tunnel.
When she turned around her breath caught in her throat. Danny Smith was standing there staring at her. He was surrounded by other players, but she barely noticed them. His dark skin gleamed with sweat in the fading light of early evening and she wanted to lick him clean. She’d run from one fantasy just to confront another. As he watched her, Danny had that same intensity she’d noticed before. Tom wasn’t around this time. Did that mean Danny’s intensity was focused on her and always had been? Several of the guys called out hello and she absently waved at them, unable to break away from Danny’s stare. Beside her, Buster K whined softly as if sensing her confusion. Just then, Danny was jostled from behind and broke their eye contact. Before he could say anything or she could make more of a fool out of herself, she ran off toward the sidelines, where she’d spotted Sam and King waiting for her.
Danny watched Carmina de la Cruz run over to Sam and give him a hug. Danny totally got how a man could be best friends with a woman. His oldest and best friend in the world was a woman. Marian Treadwell was the Rebels’ assistant offensive coach, and she and Danny went way back. They’d survived college, Marian’s prick of a dad who’d been Danny’s football coach, and Marian’s near rape by half the starting offensive line on the college team. He was tighter with her than any other living soul, including his own family. Sam and Carmina had history, too. They’d both been injured by the same IED. That kind of shit glued friends together for life.
He wondered if Tom had seen Carmina. The kid had a serious crush on her. Danny totally got that, too. He was just as attracted to her as Tom was. But she had the sort of broken, world-weary eyes that Danny avoided. Been there, done that. He didn’t need to take on someone else’s shit when he had enough of his own to deal with. And Carmina de la Cruz had a lot of baggage, for sure. He respected the hell out of her for what she’d been through and how she dealt with it. But he felt sorry for her, too. She had some messed-up brain and couldn’t talk right. Although he’d heard her talk, and even though she spoke slowly, she seemed okay. Truth was, he guessed Tom had a crush on her ass more than anything else. She had one fine ass, that was true, and Tom loved him some ass. Danny turned around with a grin as he headed to the locker room. Danny loved that kind of big, firm, round ass on a woman, too. Made you want to smack it just to watch it jiggle. And if Sam knew what he was thinking—hell, what half the team was thinking—he’d probably kill them all.


Reviewers have called Samantha Kane “an absolute marvel to read,” and “one of historical romance’s most erotic and sensuous authors.” Her books have been called “sinful,” “sensuous,” and “sizzling.” She is published in several romance genres including historical, contemporary and science fiction. Her erotic Regency-set historical romances have won awards, including Best Historical from RWA's erotic romance chapter Passionate Ink, and the Historical CAPA (best book) award from The Romance Studio. She has a master's degree in American History, and taught high school social studies for ten years before becoming a full time writer. Samantha Kane lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children.