Release Blitz: It Takes a Cat Burglar… By: Cailin Briste

It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance

By Cailin Briste

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When Darcelle Lebeau throws off the invisible chains that keep her bound to her family, she discovers a new vocation. Tempted to enter the illegal playground of a man she nicknames Matou, she becomes a cat burglar in training. Deeply ensnared with each task he entices her to fulfill, she fails to discover his identity and true intentions.


Sebastian St. Croix, a wealthy businessman, has a dark side. He’s a thief, a cat burglar who steals art and historical objects. For one year, he trains Darcelle to become his assistant, remaining incognito, observing her from afar. His admiration grows along with his desire for her with every phase-one challenge she completes. Phase two will test the limits of his control. Hands-on personal training? Yes. Sex? No. With his sister’s happiness at stake, nothing, not even the tempting Darcelle Lebeau, can interfere with accomplishing the biggest break-in of his career.


Darcelle’s reflection stared back at her from the solid mirror that covered the side of the Jepsen Building where she hung, suspended twelve hundred feet above the city sidewalk. Anger and determination filled the charcoal-gray eyes of her mirror image. Even as an infant, the darkness integral to her nature must have peered out of round, solemn baby eyes that weren’t the expected dark brown of her mother and father or the amber of her twin sister. No, she’d been born with eyes best described as a grayish mist. With each passing year, they’d grown darker. Someday they might rival the night sky that tonight was a wash of black pushed back by the ineffectual streetlights below and the pale serenity of a waning moon. The skull cap she wore covered the braids she’d used to tame her masses of kinky cinnamon curls.


No breeze stirred the night air, for which she was thankful. The micro-cable anchored to the sidewalk didn’t allow for much sway as the winch above pulled her higher. The noise of traffic wafted up like a soundtrack to another reality.

She swung a leg over the ledge surrounding the roof of the building. Sunrise was less than an hour away, but for now, the wealthy residents of the Jepsen slept below her, convinced that the security they spent thousands of credits on created an impenetrable barrier around them. She smirked, satisfied she was about to prove them wrong. The latest antiskimmer technology may prevent aircars from landing, but it didn’t keep out birds or, as in her case, people who avoided the domed security field by slipping under it at the edge of the building’s roof.


Security plans always had holes. Her day job at the Art et Antiquités Institut de la Sécurité was to close those she discovered in her client’s protection profiles, or at least render them too small to be exploited. Your average cat burglar couldn’t accomplish what she was attempting. The mirrored facade of the building resisted any attachments, so any of the standard slick surface anchors were worthless, as were the nonslip soles of her shoes. It was worse than trying to climb on ice.

Over the last year Darcelle had honed her skills to surpass those of the typical thief. The instructions she received before each job had included training exercises and detailed steps for committing each robbery. It was as though she was being mentored by a master thief, a man she’d never seen much less met or spoken with. Notes were his sole means of communication, written in a flowing script that was both masculine and artistic.


This was the most difficult assignment she’d received. She couldn’t land on the top of the building, she couldn’t climb the side, and attempting to penetrate through an entrance was equally impossible. Not a problem.

The surface of the roof was covered in fine-grain sand. She dropped from the ledge, squatting to avoid skidding and falling on her ass. The bands of her harness burned as though they were embedded in her skin. She snapped the releases and pulled the harness off, rubbing between her legs and over her lower butt cheeks. The painful part of this operation was over. She let the harness fall next to the winch. When the break-in was discovered, they’d find the hoist chem-sealed to the ledge of the Jepsen’s roof. Let the security guards figure that out. It hadn’t taken her long the previous night to use a gravity drone to slip it under the security field and drop it onto the ledge. The breakable containers filled with chems on the winch’s underside had smashed, allowing the contents to mix and bond the winch to the stone, and the hoist had been ready to use.

She turned, squinting across the roof at an aircar circling in the distance. Time to get indoors.


About Cailin:

Cailin has been writing fiction for six years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.

Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses?


She is currently writing the third book in her Sons of Tallav sci-fi erotic romance series. Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav were released in 2016 by Loose Id. She’s also working on a novella for an SFR Shooting Stars anthology tentatively title Educated by the Master.

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Release Blitz for Desiring Lacey By: Erica Lynn

Desiring Lacey (A Fantasies Unmasked Novel)

By: Erica Lynn


Release Date: May 3, 2017

Desiring Lacey – A Fantasies Unmasked Novel

Erica Lynn



Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty, she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just one night? Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss. Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what she has to offer, he’s done for. With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated, will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?



 “What’s he doing to her?” Cameron asked as his hands made their way down to her chest, and his long fingers massaged the tops of her breasts over her dress. He applied perfect pressure, squeezing them just right, and her nipples hardened beneath his touch.

“He’s going down on her.”

Cameron chuckled and allowed his hands to travel to her waist. “Going down on her? Please. That’s what guys do when they feel it’s something they have to do. Like it’s a chore.” He removed his hands, then made his way around her chair until he was in front of her. He placed his palms on her shaking knees, his thumbs still massaging, and ran his tongue over his lips. “Open your legs?”

Lacey watched her legs tremble as she parted them slightly, allowing Cameron to slide in between them. The feel of his body and his heat against her center had her helplessly trying to grind into the chair. Anything to get some friction where she needed it most.

He leaned in until their lips almost touched, but stopped just short of kissing her. “What he’s doing, Lacey, is eating her pussy.” He ran his mouth across her cheek and to her ear, his hot breath sending chills up her spine as he spoke. “Watch him. He’s devouring her. He wants to feel every ounce of her wetness on his tongue, then he wants to swallow it down. Do you see? Can you tell the difference?”

Lacey watched, transfixed, as the man’s tongue disappeared in and out of the woman. She heard him moan as he used his fingers to fill her up. Every now and then, he’d place one of them back into his mouth and suck off her juices, then he’d grab her thighs or hips and push her down farther into his mouth. Onto his face.

“Oh!” Lacey threw her head back as Cameron used the palm of his hand to push against her center.

“Mmm…I can feel how wet you are. Tell me, baby, do you need to come?”

“Yes…yes please.” She clumsily attempted to remove her stockings, but he took her hands and placed them on the armrests.

“No need,” he grabbed the middle of her pantyhose, right above her sex, and ripped them open.

Her center throbbed from both her need and the cool air that now caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel her wetness on her inner thighs, and she attempted to rub them together to get some sort of relief, but it proved impossible with him kneeling between her legs.

Cameron leaned down and hovered just above her sex.

Her legs shook, her fingers dug into the armrests, and her hips continuously rose off the chair involuntarily. Just when she was ready to beg for him to put his mouth on her, she felt his tongue softly skate over her lips.

“Keep looking at them,” he whispered against her. “Watch them while I eat you.”

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Erica Lynn is the author of yummy, erotic goodness. She lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She considers the beach to be her happy place and, as fate would have it, fell in love with her husband after a day of sun and sand.

She’s a self­-proclaimed reality TV junkie, and especially loves The Real Housewives. In her few and fleeting spare moments, she loves to settle down with a nice glass of wine and a sexy book.

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Release Blitz for Sex, Heat & Hunger Part 2 By: Whitley Cox

Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2

The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series Book 4

Whitley Cox


Release Day April 29th 2017



From handshake to obsession…

Emma Everly only ever dreamed of meeting a man like millionaire project developer James Shaw. She never imaged she would fall in love with him, a man so intense, so dominating he radiates power and control no matter where he goes. What begins as a sex-only arrangement for pleasure becomes a heated, hungry, all-consuming obsession. James claims the keys to her heart and her mind, opening them to the wilder side of sex and bondage. But her painful history with relationships gets in the way of accepting that he finds her beautiful and worthy of love.

James is devoted to caring for Emma’s every need, but his past haunts him, too. Guarded and evasive, he avoids Emma’s questions, unwilling to divulge his secrets. She knows the only way to truly earn James’ trust and get him to open his heart is to show him just how committed she is. Despite her lingering fears and people determined to tear them apart, can she go all-in and give herself entirely to him, body and soul?



Turning around and taking me in his arms, he kissed me soundly, his tongue wasting no time with formalities and wedging its way between my lips, savouring me, tasting me. I tasted him in return, whimpering slightly as the rush of need ran rampant through me. I wilted against him and let his big hands cradle my back, arching me against him so I could feel just how much me missed me.

“Hi,” I managed to say after I caught my breath, James’ cobalt eyes twinkling with love. I ran my hands up and into his hair, pulling ever so slightly on the dark silky strands.

He growled low and manly. “God, I missed you.” His lips against my neck, peppered kisses up one side and down the other.

“I missed you too.” I put the grocery bag up on the counter and went over to peek inside the oven; it was chicken parmesan —yum. “I thought we were just going to take my parents out for dinner tonight, and then maybe eat in tomorrow night. You said you had to work late.”

He lifted one sexy shoulder. “Yeah, I know, but I worked so much over the last three days that I’m just drained, and I want to make a good impression on your folks. And I’m dying to fuck you. Serious blue-balls here.” He pinned me against the counter with his hard body. “It’s been a long hard week. Very hard, if you get my drift. And you smell so damn good.” He thrust his hips into mine, deftly rotating them, my eyes closed from the delicious friction against my clit. Even with layers of clothes between us, the man drove me wild, made me swoon, made me yearn to yield to him. “Do we have time for a quickie before they get here?” He wiggled his eyebrows and then tilted his head down to nip at my neck.

“Probably not.” I pouted. “They’ll be here any minute. Are you nervous?” I reluctantly pushed out of his grasp and started putting the groceries away in the fridge.

“No. Well, maybe a little. I haven’t really done the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing before, and I really want them to like me. I’m kind of in love with their daughter, you know? Besotted in fact.” I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah…” He nodded. “I bought a Word of the Day Calendar, I need to keep up with your verbose loquacity, and today’s word was besotted.

He poured a glass of Zinfandel and handed it to me as I giggled at his use of the new word, his playful grin making my knees weak and my core tighten in need.

“I know.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes, so I was eye level with his mouth. “They’ll love you, don’t worry. And I’m besotted with you too.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock on the microwave,  it said six thirty —show time!


About the Author

Whitley Cox is an English Major turned Psych Major, who after all was said and done came out with a B.A. in Psychology, and then subsequently moved to Indonesia to teach English. But after finding out that the school was not on the up and up (when Immigration came to scope out the teachers she was forced to hide in a closet because the school had not actually purchased a work permit for her), she broke her contract and took off traveling. Only to then return home and start working with children on the Autism spectrum as an intervention therapist, and begin writing her first book.

A West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart and together they have a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.

A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.

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Author Interview with Kay Blake and New Release: Catch Me If I Fall (The Kim Brothers Book 1)

My author interview with Alicia Dean

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Please help me welcome Kay Blake with a fun author interview and an intriguing new release! 

Please tell us a little about yourself, where are you from? Where do you live now? Family? Pets?

My name is Kay. I’m a mom of three cubs and hail from the greatest city in the world. New York. (Don’t argue with me on this lol) I’m currently in my last semester of college to get my bachelor’s degree in developmental psychology. I live and breathe sarcasm, but I have a heart of gold. I still love the color pink. I’m a horror fanatic and I never get tired of strawberry cheesecake. I have no pets as I’m allergic to most, but I would love a dog if I could have one.

I won’t argue, but I will beg to differ…,;) Just kidding…I love New York although I’ve only been there once, briefly. Would…

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Today’s Featured Author – Kay Blake

Into Another World

Today, I welcome author Kay Blake to my blog. The first book in her The Kim Brothers series, Catch Me If I Fall, came out in December.


Tell us a bit about yourself.

Hey! I’m Kay. I write mostly contemporary and interracial romance. I started to write erotica under a different pen name and for that erotica one, I want to add horror to my genres. My stories are usually sassy, sexy, sweet romances. I’m currently finishing up my last semester in school as I will be getting my bachelors in June. I’m sarcastic as they come. Super nerdy. Super sensitive and a big horror fan. I’m a wrangler of three cubs and I love the written word.

How much of yourself, your personality or your experiences, is in your books?

I think I always put a piece of myself in my projects. I’m sarcastic as they come so at…

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Author Spotlight: Eliza David

It is always super awesome to meet new authors on social media. Today on my blog I will have author Eliza David telling a little about herself. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did interviewing her.

Here’s Eliza


Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Hi there, I’m Eliza David.  I was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago (ten minutes from Michelle Obama’s childhood home…but almost everywhere on the Southside takes 15 minutes).  I’m always a ChiCity girl, but these days, I live with my family in Iowa City. I adore French fries, wine, and random acts of petty.

What do you do when you are not writing?

When I’m not writing, I’m doing everything else: working full time, raising kids, watching Sex and the City reruns, and planning the rare date night with my husband.

Do you have a day job as well?

Yes – I work full time in the education field.  It pays the bills so I can’t complain. (At least, I can’t complain publicly. Streets is watching.)

How did you choose the genre you write in?

There was never any doubt that I would write at least one romance novel.  Now that I’ve written ten, I know why romance is my chosen genre. It has everything I love in one package: love, sex, drama, and yes – men!

Where do you get your ideas?

I think about what I would want to read with a glass of wine. I think about my favorite romance/women’s fiction authors like Erica Jong, Eric Jerome Dickey, Jennifer Weiner, and Candace Bushnell – they have created characters that have stayed with me and I strive to do the same for my readers.

How do you market your work? What avenues have you found to work best for your genre?

Having a strong social media helps (ProTip: Own a hashtag! Mine is #Cougarette!).  Social media is also great for networking with other writers, in and out of my genre. Indie writers have a special kinship.  When you work those relationships on a human level, you’ll find promotional support on a grassroots level. That said, I also invest in my brand daily.  From the book covers to the banner ads, I’m very hands on in getting the word out about my product.

Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

Well, I write romance so yeah…some of my carnal history has seeped its way through the pages. I strive to give my characters parts of me (i.e. CeeCee’s aloofness, Laney’s foul mouth, Jay’s creativity) while still making them their own people.

What project are you working on now?

Besides my freelancing, I am working on two novels right now.  The first is Still Savage, the sequel to my last novel, Savage.  My second is still in the plotting stages, but it is an untitled novella about online fandom. It’s like Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments…but with a little sex.

Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

I like second chances. It’s a theme that I often weave into my narratives. Everyone deserves a second chance – the trouble is when they start expecting third, fourth, and fifth chances (some of my characters have that disorder!).

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Don’t try to emulate your fave. Tell the story you would want to read, not what you think someone else would enjoy.

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

My cup runneth over for my fans especially my Day Ones that told their friends and family to read my novels. I could never thank them enough for their undying support of my naughty words. I hope they keep coming back for more (and you already know the pun was intended!).

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Eliza David is the author of the five-star rated, six-book Cougarette Series. She was born and raised on the noisy South Side of Chicago, but now lives in super quiet Iowa. When she’s not writing, working full-time, or raising two children with her loving husband, Eliza enjoys reading throwback Jackie Collins and indulging in the occasional order of cheese fries.

Eliza is also a contributing writer for Real Moms of Eastern Iowa and Thirty On Tap. She was a featured panelist at the 2016 Iowa Soul Festival and was a headlining author at the 2016 Iowa City Book Fair. Her latest project, Savage, hit Amazon in September 2016.

The Problem with Silence

This will not be my normal posts as I tend to share personal posts or book related posts. However this was an experience of mine two months ago. An experience I had a hard time dealing with. I debated if I should speak on it outside of when I got home and posted it on my private Facebook. I was angry. I was disgusted. I was hurt. But after I thought maybe my experience will help someone else.

We are told as authors that we shouldn’t speak up about issues because it is our job to write. Expressing my thoughts are something I was afraid to do because I thought what if I said something that someone else didn’t like and in the end my career or aspiring career will suffer?

The thing is as the last three years have went by with me writing, I have met people and most are good people and then some say thing sometimes say things that say people like me don’t matter. People like me shouldn’t be upset or hurt when there are many things that goes on in the world that says well being a black woman doesn’t mean a thing even when nothing you do fits “harmful stereotypes”.

raceImage from Leslie Mac on Twitter Post

I saw this image floating around a few months ago and it reminded me of the unfortunate situation I had to deal with on public transportation with my daughter, youngest sister and mother. This image was reported, but this image I happen to agree with. Because if you can allow people to do harmful things to others than you too are to blame.

It was my daughter’s birthday. We had a good time. I took her to the bookstore and we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. it was a good day. Laughs, learning new things, and good food.

On the way home we were in the city waiting for a train. We waited for a while actually as we grew a bit impatient when every train but the one I needed decided to come into the station.

Anyway, once the train we needed arrived, we waited to the sides of the door to let the passengers off. There were many of us waiting and being courteous of others. This white woman decides to push through all of us with her shopping cart to get to the one lone seat of in the middle of the train car. Normally, I don’t fight for a seat as it is never that serious, my issue however was she pushed my daughter. She pushed my sister. Shed pushed passed many people one who in fact was carrying his few month old child.

My mother and many of the people who were pushed in turn said that this woman should have said excuse me and to have some manners. Even in a city as crazy and fast at NYC, manners should never be put to the back burner.

The woman’s response was to only come after my mother and my family and call us n***ers. I’m sure you can see by the fact that I blocked out some of the letters was because this was a bad thing to say. At first I thought maybe I heard wrong. So I said “excuse me?” She repeated it with glee etched on her face and a smug look. She got to me. My mother said something first. But, I know that I didn’t revert to my usual ignore. I got angry. Really angry. One, maybe if this was only said to me I would have been able to hold my thoughts in. However, this was said to my teenage sister and my daughter.

My daughter has seen some of the crazy that has been in the world, but she has never been called a n***er to her face. I haven’t been called that to my face. I did have experience with racial stereotypes and with passive racism. I did not even know how to respond at first when she showed me that indeed I heard her correctly.

I started yelling at this woman because I was angry. One many people said this woman was rude. Many! We were on this particular train car with many white people. The only other minority there at the time outside of me and my family was these two Asian women who were sitting near where we stood. I cursed. I told her how dare she think this was okay? How dare she think that being disrespectful in that manner was okay? What I noticed more though was out of all the people who told her to say excuse me, she singled out the black people. My family were targets because we were the ones who were people of color who stood up to her.

Now the same white people who complained about her as well got really quiet. So quiet that I swore I was watching myself on a playback. They knew what she said was wrong. You could tell by the shock on their faces. But they said nothing. They didn’t try to back me up. They did nothing to show solidarity with me and my family. Actually some even looked afraid because I was yelling. My yelling looking at it now wasn’t the right way to respond. I know my response was because my daughter a girl who caused no trouble, who’s exceptional in school was called a racial slur. My sister who never seen something like this in person was called a racial slur. This woman recorded me because I was livid. I have never been that angry in all my life.

If I see someone being bullied, or harassed, or racial slurs are said, I will say something. Why? Because you can’t say we are all the same or that you see no color, and then when the time comes to show solidarity and to be an “ally” all of a sudden you say not a word. Nothing! Nobody came to my defense on that train. I was pegged the angry black woman though  I had every right to be angry. I had every right to be upset.

Once we got off the train this woman gets off says she wants to fight me and my mother and then run to the other train car. Some of the people on the platform saw this as well. Only one said that she was wrong and shouldn’t have said anything, but he whispered this to my family, and did not say this to the woman. The woman who needed to hear this.

After I calmed down and got on the next train to head home, I had to talk to my daughter. First I apologized for my anger. I apologized for handling it the way I did. I explained why this angered me and why we had to work harder because even in this day and age, we can be the best of people, and yet we will still be looked at as “n***ers”.

I know not everyone thinks like this. I know there are people who are unware of the way they think when they see a minority. I also know while there are people who aren’t racist, there are many who are. Many! The last year had shown me just how cruel people can be.

So why did I share this story? You can’t say you love all people. You can’t say that you’re an “ally”. You can’t say you will stand up for people like me, and when the opportunity presents itself then you say nothing. What’s a way to be a true ally of POC. Learn and educate yourself. POC shouldn’t have to do it all the time. If a POC gets weary from having to defend their right to be a POC or their livelihood step in and help out. Step in and say why we won’t tolerate racist behavior.

Silence can be just as deadly or just as bad as doing nothing at all. I hope that this can help people see that in this world we have to be there for one other. Really be there, and not talk a good game on social media. Not talk a good game to close friends. Let your words become actions.

If I happen to lose a reader because of this, well I’m about inclusion for all. If your beliefs put people like me or anyone else in any marginalized group to the back burner or tells us we don’t matter, that we don’t deserve decency, then I’m okay with losing that reader. I will not be silent on wanting everyone to be treated with decency.  We must do better. Period!


Until next time,