September’s Cover Love Poll

Welcome to September’s Cover Love poll. Every month, I post beautiful covers from the world of adult romance and erotica and invite you to vote on your favourite. The winning author will be the subject of a spotlight post. Additionally, the winning cover will sit pride of place in the blog’s sidebar for a full month.

You can keep up to date with Cover Love polls by subscribing to my blog or liking my Facebook page on the right side bar of this page. And, remember, this poll is about your favourite cover, not necessarily your favourite author.

          

Beautiful, aren’t they? So difficult to choose a favourite, but choose you must. 🙂

Poll closes at 23:59 on Tuesday 30th September.

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Meet Becky Flade

Goddess of the Hunt by Becky Flade won August’s Cover Love Poll.

Congratulations, Becky!

Becky’s Profile: I’m a mom (three girls) and a grandmother (one boy). I’m lucky enough to have found the man of my dreams (actually he found me and he had to do it not once but twice) and we’re planning our wedding. He actually proposed more than once – the first time when he was 16 and then again when he was 37. For the record, I said yes both times.

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I have a large family. We’re crazy about each other and a little crazy just in general. My parents are living proof that happily ever after exists but that it requires a lot of hard work and not a little bit of luck. They taught my brothers and I to work hard for what we want and we’ll get what we deserve.

I love everything that Jim Henson or the Muppet Creature Shop has ever had a hand in (pun intended) and I hate what Disney has done to his legacy. The very first tattoo that I got out of the five I currently have is Kermit the Frog and remains my favorite.

I hoard books. My collection is out of control. I even keep the ones I didn’t like. There are multiple copies of the ones I did enjoy. The ones I loved I own in hardback, paperback (sometimes more than one copy), and even the digital version.

Don’t even ask about the measuring cups. Or the M&Ms.

I’ve been asked what I would do if I wasn’t a writer. But that’s not a real question. I don’t choose to write. I just do. I was born with brown hair and grey eyes. I have had stories in my head for just as long. I write them down, yeah, but they’re still in there. It’s not like writing them down performed some kind of word exorcism. And I know what happened to Maggie and Aidan after you finished reading Fated Souls. Because their story continues for me. They continue for me. Even if no one ever reads my words, reads my stories – I still have them. I’d still be a writer.

I’m making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time!

Feel free to leave a comment below or contact me directly at any of my virtual homes. I would love to hear from you.

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August 2014 Winner

August 2014 Winner

Codename Diana

CIA field agent Paige Aster hides a cunning intelligence and lethal skill behind a mask of golden beauty. It serves her well as she moves from one undercover assignment to the next.

Current Mission

Retrieve a stolen United States military defense program from a terrorist cell in Dublin, Ireland, before they trade it to Islamic extremists in exchange for munitions. Her only back up on this time-sensitive mission is a deeply embedded MI-6 operative.

Her Asset

Eoin Fitzpatrick has sacrificed everyone he holds dear to bring these terrorists to justice. He’ll sacrifice Diana, too, if she threatens to compromise his mission or his cover. He has orders to do just that – his agency is only doing hers a favor.

Compromised or Comprising?

Paige expects danger, but welcomes passion—taking her pleasure where and when it’s offered. She’s not prepared for the effect Eoin has on her. Or what happens when she surrenders to him—Paige burns for Eoin but will he leave her burned…

(Sensuality: Erotic)

Where to buy: Decadent Publishing  ♥  Amazon  ♥  Barnes & Noble  ♥  iTunes  ♥  Kobo  ♥  All Romance eBooks

Excerpt

“Is it done? Do you and the others in the house bring in sex partners from time to time?” She straightened and stared at him.

“Yes.” He hissed the answer.

“I’m travelling; you and I meet at a pub and go to your place to hook up. It’s simple and happens all the time. Believable, even.” She thought of Michel and her lips tilted at the corners. Then, casting her eyes over Eoin, she deliberately arched a brow and tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Well, for most people, anyway.”

His lips thinned and the muscles in his cheek ticked as he worked to control the flare of temper. It delighted her. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Eoin pushed himself from the chair he’d been perched on and nearly charged for the door. “I’ll be here at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, be ready.”

Paige grabbed his arm as he passed her. “What are you so worked up about? If it goes wrong, you can just leave me hanging and you know it. This costs you nothing, Paddy-boy; it’s my ass on the line.”

He grabbed her shirt and pushed her against the closet door. She didn’t fight it and he had his mouth on her in seconds. His tongue delved and demanded she respond; she arched up into the kiss. Delight, desire, and anger thrummed through her as she both succumbed and made demands of her own. His hands molded to her hips and pinned her between the hard planes of his body and the wall behind her. Then he abruptly pulled away. They stood inches apart; the air crackled around them. Their gazes locked. He opened his mouth, then shook his head and left without a word.

Tie score.

REVIEWS

♥ “She’s like a female James Bond, but even more highly sexed!” – Kinky Book Klub

♥ “…if you’re looking for some heat this winter, check out this flame-throwing tale.” – Taylor Made Book Reviews

♥ “I loved the characters chemistry and how they handled the situation.” – Sarah Says Read Romance

♥ “Becky Flade’s book oozes sexy, steamy love scenes as well as intense drama! I loved it and hope there is more to come!” – Blackmambamas Book Reviews

 

 

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August’s Cover Love Winner

With so many wonderful covers to choose from and over 900 votes, it’s been a great battle for first place this month. So, without further ado, I’m thrilled to announce the top three Cover Love winners for August.

In third position with 18% of the vote: Hurricane Crimes by Chrys Fey

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In second position with an amazing 19% of the vote: Playing Doctor by Jan Meredith

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In first position with a massive 39% of the vote: Goddess of the Hunt by Becky Flade

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Congratulations, Becky. Your book cover will appear in the blog’s side bar all through September, and your author spotlight post will be published next week.

Nominations for future Cover Love Polls are currently closed, but will re-open next month.

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August’s Cover Love Poll

Welcome to August’s Cover Love poll. Every month, I post beautiful covers from the world of adult romance and erotica and invite you to vote on your favourite. The winning author will be the subject of a spotlight post. Additionally, the winning cover will sit pride of place in the blog’s sidebar for a full month.

You can keep up to date with Cover Love polls by subscribing to my blog or liking my Facebook page on the right side bar of this page. And, remember, this poll is about your favourite cover, not necessarily your favourite author.

        

Beautiful, aren’t they? So difficult to choose a favourite, but choose you must. 🙂

Poll closes at 23:59 on Sunday 31st August.

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Meet Susanne Matthews

Just of the Weekend by Susanne Matthews won July’s Cover Love Poll.

Congratulations, Susanne!

Susanne Matthews, née Poirier, was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. Her parents, Leo and Cecile Poirier did their best to encourage her talents. She has one sister, Michele, who works is a nurse.

Susanne attended St. Lawrence Secondary School, graduating with honors. While in high school she participated in public speaking competitions, winning both the French and the English public speaking awards on the same day. She also participated in the Drama club.

After high school, she moved to Ottawa, Ontario to attend Carleton University, where she achieved a Bachelor of Arts with a concentration in English and History.

Susanne met her husband, John, at Carleton. They were married at the end of her second year and resided in Ottawa for the next ten years. They had three children Gregory, Jason, and Angela.

Susanne, John and the family returned to Cornwall, and once the children were all in school full-time, Susanne went to Queen’s University in Kingston where she earned her Bachelor of Education degree. She retired in 2010 after more than 30 years as an educator, most of those years spent as a secondary school English teacher.

Today, she continues to live in Cornwall with her husband of more than 40 years. Their children have all left the nest, but she enjoys visiting with them and her five grandchildren: Hannah, Nico, Eleni, Georgia, and Tonio.

When she isn’t reading or writing, Susanne enjoys scrapbooking, watching television, traveling, and camping.

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July 2014 Winner

July 2014 Winner

It’s time to play with the grown-ups.

Kindergarten teacher Cleo James needs a change. Three years at her widowed dad’s beck and call are enough. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention with her best friend will do for now, and the hot guy who wants to spend time with her only adds to her excitement. After all – it’s just for the weekend. What can possibly go wrong?

Multimillionaire Sam Mason is sick of gold diggers. He’s looking for someone who’ll fall for him, not his wallet. When he meets a shy, green-skinned slave girl, she pushes all his buttons – the best part is she has no idea who he is and mistakenly believes he’s a Chippendale. Between the sexual attraction and too much alcohol, he wakes up married to his green-skinned beauty, but the bride’s vanished. Finding her will be a lot harder than he thinks.

Excerpt:

“Holy crap! You could have warned me.”

Mitch wore a long black wig, heavy brown makeup, and the facial ridges of a female Klingon warrior. Her body was shoved into a tight, black leather corset-styled top that accentuated her breasts and a long, leather skirt paired with heeled boots with silver toecaps. She had a knife of sorts shoved into her belt.

“Wow! You look fantastic. I could use one of the push-up bras from hell if I ever wanted to look sexy.”

“What are you talking about? You’re one of the sexiest woman I know, and you’re completely oblivious to it. Get your nose out of your father’s ancient history books and look at yourself in the light of the twenty-first century. I love you, girl, but sometimes you frustrate me.”

“Yeah, well, let’s agree to disagree on that. I don’t want to be noticed that way. There’s more to me than a set of boobs and long legs. I’m much happier out of the limelight. Now, are you going to tell me about your makeup?”

“It’s a mask. My friend Hailey works at Paramount and made it for me last year. It gets a little warm after a while, but it’s a lot easier than putting the makeup on each time.”

“I wish I had something like that. Where’s the rest of my costume? I’d better be wearing more than green body paint, blood red lipstick, and gold eye shadow.”

“It’s on your bed.”

Cleo stared at the scraps of fabric and jewelry on the spread.

“No way! There’s got to be more to it than that.”

The costume consisted of a burgundy silk bikini bra, a matching string bikini bottom with gold-colored sheer skirt panels front and rear, gold muscle bracelets shaped like snakes, and two-inch wide metallic fabric ankle shackles without the chain.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll look like a semi-naked leprechaun. How does that fit into a sci-fi convention?”

“It happens to be one of the most popular women’s costumes. For the record, leprechauns wear green, and unless they’re some kind of mutants, they aren’t green. With my five-foot-four figure, the costume loses something, but on you, it’ll be awesome.” Mitch handed her a glass of wine. “Here, take a drink and relax. You showed just as much by the pool this afternoon.”

“Yeah, and whose idea was that? I don’t see why I couldn’t wear my black swimsuit this afternoon. You seem to forget about the moral turpitude clause in my contract. Lying around in the sun half-naked is pushing it. I certainly won’t be wearing that blue bikini to take the kiddies swimming at the local pool.”

“That clause is archaic, and you worry about it way too much—between your father’s ‘rules’ and the school board’s ‘thou shall not’s,’ you’re living in the past. Besides you needed a new swimsuit. Even my mother doesn’t wear a one-piece bathing suit like the one you had. I don’t even think my grandma would wear it. You chose the bikini—there was that gorgeous leopard one…”

“You mean the one cut down to my navel in front, and so high on the hips my ass hung out? No thanks. At least the bikini covered most of my boobs and butt.”

“Whatever.” Mitch rolled her eyes. “Let’s get you dressed. We need to be downstairs in twenty minutes.”

Mitch helped her put on what was surely the skimpiest alien costume in the universe. Cleo stood before the mirror staring at the creature looking back at her.

“I look like a mutant leprechaun belly dancer.” She took a sip of her wine. “It’s a damn good thing you didn’t show me this when you asked me to come. I’d have said no.”

“For the record, you’re not a mutant leprechaun; you’re an Orion slave girl. Men are powerless before you. Too bad that cutie from the bar last night can’t see you. You’re worth a dozen of the brunette he was with. Come here so I can spray the glitter on you.”

Two glasses of wine in quick succession were easing her embarrassment, but as she allowed Mitch to spray the liquid shimmer on her hair and body, she couldn’t resist one final complaint.

“Well, I’d rather wear what you’re wearing. If the air-conditioning is turned up as high as it was this morning, I’ll be an Orion slave icicle!”

“Seriously, Cleo, relax. Don’t be a prude. No one’s going to recognize you. I know you’re not used to showing so much skin, but you look fantastic, and the men will be drooling all around you. Every woman in the room is going to envy you. You’ll be the most sought-after slave girl here. ”

“God, I hope not. That’s the last thing I want. I feel like a chunk of meat on display for a starving man. You’re the extrovert, the one who wants to be the center of attraction. I’m not. I think that’s why we’re friends—because we’re so different.” Horror filled her eyes as she thought of something else. “Crap, I hope no one takes my picture. The last thing I need is to have someone see us on the Internet and recognize me. I’ll wear this tonight because it’s too late to find anything else, but we’re going costume shopping tomorrow. I’m sure we can find something a little less revealing.”

“Whatever you say, but I don’t think anyone’s going to recognize you.”

Cleo turned around and stood in front of the mirror. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Good grief. It’s even worse than I imagined. Thanks to the glitter, her skin reflected the light and looked alive, shimmering as she moved. Her hair shone the same way, and she looked alluring and mysterious. Her large, hazel eyes seemed more golden than ever. Mitch was right about one thing: she didn’t look like a kindergarten teacher from Gordon’s Grove. She looked like a sexy, alien siren. Just the look I want around a bunch of half-drunk Neanderthals. She remembered how decent guys had turned into absolute jerks at university costume parties.

“If it makes you feel better, you can stand behind the table replenishing the books as I sign them and handing out the bookmarks and the other swag the publisher provided. Come on, let’s go.”

Cleo followed her best friend out of the room. She shook her head. Why do I let myself get talked into these things?

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Cleo followed Mitch into the convention hall packed with hundreds of people in various alien costumes, and allowed some of the excitement in the air to calm her fears. She recognized outfits from various sci-fi movies and television shows. There were several Orion slave girls in a variety of shapes, shades, and sizes, and Cleo saw the not-so-friendly glares she got from them—especially when one of their male friends stared admiringly at her. She nodded in return and chuckled when one girl gave the guy she was with a jab in the ribs.

She tried to keep up with Mitch, who barreled across the room as if she were in a speed-walking race. Barefoot as she was, conscious of the icky, sticky carpet, Cleo moved slowly to avoid stomping boots and heels. She’d almost made it to the promised land of booth security when a giant, in snake-like makeup and the dark gray leather and chain mail associated with the Cardassians, grabbed her arm. He spun her around quickly.

“Hey, let go of my …” Her angry words died on her lips.

“What have we here?” He eyed her hungrily. “Are you lost, my pretty little slave girl?”

Familiar chocolate eyes pierced hers, and she couldn’t think straight. His whiskey-smooth voice caressed her; his touch ignited a fire along her spine. Realizing what he’d said, she searched for an answer.

“Lost? No, I got separated from my Klingon friend. She’s over there.”

She pointed to the publishers’ autograph area where Mitch stood.

“Then allow me to escort you safely to her.”

Holding her close to him, he ushered her across the congested convention floor. He bowed to Mitch and gave the Cardassian salute.

“I believe she’s yours, but I’m entitled to a reward for coming to her assistance.”

He smiled wickedly before pulling Cleo into his arms and capturing her mouth with his.

Cleo held herself rigid, but the kiss poured liquid fire through her. Of their own volition, her arms wrapped around his neck both to hold her upright and to encourage the incredible sensations to continue. His mouth devoured hers as if she was his last meal. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. When he slowly pulled away, she was breathless. She read desire in his eyes.

“Later, my Orion beauty.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Who the hell is that?”

“I have no idea.” Cleo reached for Mitch’s blue-tinted Romulan ale and drained the glass.

News: Crimson will be releasing another Susanne Matthews novel, On His Watch, on August 11th

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Winner Announcement

Today, I can announce the winner of the very first Cover Love giveaway. The lucky person will win a $25 Amazon or B&N giftcard (winner’s choice), an e-book copy of Stone Chameleon and Stone Cold, and a signed bookmark.

 

And the winner is…

Dawn Brower

Congratulations, Dawn. Jocelyn Adams, who provided the prize for this exclusive competition will be in touch shortly to organise delivery.

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July’s Cover Love Winner

It’s been an interesting battle for first place this month, with the top runners changing frequently. With a fantastic show of votes, I’m thrilled to announce the top three Cover Love winners for June.

In third position with 11% of the vote: Double Takes by K. Vale

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In second position with an amazing 16% of the vote: Purr-fect Mating by Sheryl Winters

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In first position with a massive 44% of the vote: Just for the Weekend by Suzanne Matthews

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Congratulations, Susanne Matthews. Your book cover will appear in the blog’s side bar all through August, and your author spotlight post will be published next week.

Nominations for future Cover Love Polls are currently closed, but will re-open later in the year.

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July’s Cover Love Poll

Welcome to July’s Cover Love poll. Every month, I post a number of beautiful covers from the world of adult romance and erotica and invite you to vote on your favourite. The winning author will be the subject of a spotlight post. Additionally, the winning cover will sit pride of place in the blog’s sidebar for a full month.

You can keep up to date with Cover Love polls by subscribing to my blog or liking my Facebook page on the right side bar of this page. And, remember, this poll is about your favourite cover, not your favourite author.

             

Beautiful, aren’t they? So difficult to choose a favourite, but choose you must. 🙂

Poll closes at 23:59 on Thursday 31st July.

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Oh my! $25 Giftcard Giveaway, 2 E-books, & Signed Bookmark

I can’t tell you how excited I am to be hosting the very first giveaway on Cover Love. The lovely and extremely talented Jocelyn Adams is providing the fantastic prize for this exclusive giveaway: a $25 Amazon or B&N giftcard (winner’s choice), an e-book copy of Stone Chameleon and Stone Cold, and a signed bookmark. All this to help promote the second instalment of the Ironhill Jinn series.

Let’s take a look at one of the beautiful book covers…

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Stone Cold (Ironhill Jinn #2)

Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing

Genre: Romantic Urban Fantasy

Back of the book:

Lou Hudson makes a deal with the Isaac to save the Ironhill jinn from execution…and lands on the front line of a war between the vampire and his sire.

Daddy Dearest intends to have Lou for himself to spite Isaac and begins meddling in every corner of her life.  Her reputation shatters when people die, her monster-whispering skills shelved by public outcry and vampire politics.

When forced to confront their enemy, she isn’t prepared for the depth of Isaac’s plotting—or her increasing attraction to him—and to end their latest crisis will only cost Lou a piece of her soul.

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Jocelyn AdamsJocelyn Adams is an office grunt by day and creator of romance and adventure by night. Born a farmer’s daughter with a vivid imagination, she spent her childhood dreaming up stories. With no formal training, she relied on the honest feedback of her writing group to take her from that first short story all the way to THE END of her first novel. When she isn’t slinging words, you can find her shooting her bow or enjoying the serenity of family life in her little house in the woods.

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Meet J.C. McKenzie

Shift Happens by J.C. McKenzie won June’s Cover Love Poll.

Congratulations, J.C.!

Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance, and is a member of the RWA and the FF&P chapter of the RWA. 

Andrea McNeilly’s job as a government agent is not asking questions, but then a routine assignment turns into a botched assassination of a Master Vampire’s human servant. Answers become a priority. Her search to discover the truth is riddled with obstacles, the largest being an oversized Werewolf who resembles a Norse god. Andy can’t afford the distraction he offers, because if she fails, she faces eternal enslavement.

Wick’s job is to monitor Andy, but he prefers more intimate activities, none of them G-Rated. His choices, however, are often not his own. His ability to help Andy is limited by his bond to the Master Vampire.

Facing many trials and challenges along her path to redemption, Andy learns the value of her freedom might be set too high.

Excerpt:

A large black wolf trotted into the clearing to confront me. He had a white-tipped snout, white boots and mitts and would have looked cute had he not been the most intimidating Werewolf I’d ever seen. Standing tall and solid, power rolled off of his body. His eyes bore into mine. I sniffed the air. The strong Werewolf scent of rosemary swirled around me, strong and seductive, laced with sugar. A weird fuzzy sensation spread out from my chest. Whoa.

Alpha.

My other form growled low, demanding release, straining against my skin. The energy of the wolves built—layers upon layers of excitement and impatience. The air pulsated with anticipation. They could sense the imminent kill.

Let me out! My other form repeated, throwing her power against my built up walls, howling in defiance.

When the energy of the Werewolves surged, I finally released her. My wolf form flowed out fast, wiping out the feline in little more than a heartbeat. Smaller, weaker and the size of a natural wolf, a Shifter in this form was no match for a Werewolf, especially a dominant one. I had time to meet the eyes of the Alpha for only an instant before the pack leapt forward. My limbs shook. It went against every instinct ingrained within me, but I rolled onto my back—submissive.

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Available in print and all other electronic formats on July 16th, 2014

J.C. is having a Facebook party for the world-wide release of Shift Happens. You can join in the fun here: https://www.facebook.com/events/254490831405338/

Also, she will be going on tour starting July 16th in celebration of her world-wide release. There will be giveaways and all sorts of fun. You can find out more about the tour stops here: http://www.jcmckenzie.ca/appearances.html

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