Her Christmas Prince

Author:  Caroline A. Godin

Release Date: 12/11/12

Genre: Light Romance

Source: Provided by Author

Purchase Links: Amazon

Description

Two weeks before Christmas, Callie's jerk of a boyfriend dumps her. Now it's looking like she'll not only be deflecting her mothers marriage talk but she will also be spending it single. Until a handsome stranger comes into town and sweeps her off her feet.

Review

This was a sweet Christmas time story of two people from opposite life styles and opposite sides of the world yet they still manage to find genuine love in times when that is so so hard to find! 

This book was sent to me by the author for review so when I got it I had no idea what to expect. What I got was something new and refreshing from what my normal tastes in reading are. The romance is light, meaning no sexy stuff, but that didn't make too much difference for me. I enjoyed the characters and the story, it's very rare to find a book where a huge part of the story is the characters faith in God. That played a big part.  

Overall this was a nice sweet read and liked it ok. It is a very predictable book though and got a bit too corny during some parts but if you are someone who likes the sweet romances then this one is for you. I'm not sure that I will be reading another story from this author simply because I like my romance sexy but that doesn't mean other readers wouldn't love this one!

(My copy of this book was provided for me by the author in exchange for an honest review.)

With a blog named Book Lovin’ Mamas, I know I’m in good company. J  I’m a book addict. I can read a 400 page book in one sitting in one night, despite the mewls of hunger from my children and the dust balls sweeping across my kitchen floor. (Trust me, the nine year old eats enough for seven people. He can handle not having third and fourth helpings when I’m reading.)  I write what I like to read, and I get tired of the same old, same old. Enter an Amazon Western called Tip of the Spear.  The concept takes some of my favorite themes in romance books—passion, adventure, sexual tension, alpha hero, strong-willed heroine—and  tosses them all together .

Strong yet vulnerable heroine? Check. Her name is Thais (Tay-iss), an Amazon warrior.

Sexy bounty hunter who knows how to use what he’s been given? Hinto Dakota, and he never misses his man, or woman, when he’s hunting.

Western theme? Check.

Hint of the paranormal? Oh yeah.

Bad guys you hate yet empathize with? Yep. (And I particularly like villains who aren’t black or white, but gray.)

Sexual tension that builds until the hero and heroine combust…together? Whoo-ee, yeah.

The chance to delve into a world unlike other places you’ve already read about? Yes.

And a steamy excerpt to show you what I’m talking about? See below…

Year 1156 NB, New Beginning  Thais (Tay-iss) lost her mother, her queen, and most of her tribe at the hands of brutal foreigners, all while she enjoyed a respite from duty. But the young Amazon with vengeance in her heart refuses to lose anything else. She’ll bring back the queen’s stolen crown or die trying. Life in the Territories has its perils: the Nature Laws, carnivorous beasts, and treacherous men who survived the Time of Dying. One man in particular, a warrior in his own right, has an odd effect on her senses. She comes to desire him, to trust him, and she doesn’t like it. Men are good for war and breeding, neither of which Thais has time for, not when she’s so close to finding those responsible for the crown’s theft. In the course of her quest, Thais finds much more than atonement for her troubled past, but a pure and lasting love, if only she has the courage to accept it.

EXCERPT

Hinto was having the most erotic dream. In it, Thais lay naked in his arms, her breasts filling his palms, her ass snug against his cock as he ground into her. He moaned and thrust again, frustrated by the distance between them he couldn’t seem to breach.

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. She tasted fresh, like the vanilla oatmeal soap he’d handed her, right before she’d walked up to him by the stream, naked as a newborn. He’d never in his life been so ready to fuck as he’d been then.  Hell, as he was now.

He cupped her hip and ground against her, needing relief. More, he needed to know what she felt, if she would finally accept him. All of him. An odd flash of energy swept through him, and he said to hell with waiting. He shoved his hand down her pants and between her thighs.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured and nipped at her ear.

“Hinto,” she breathed and squirmed against him. “Hinto?”

The panic in her tone alerted him that all was not as it should be. Hinto woke with his mouth over Thais’s neck and his hand between her sleek thighs. His finger rested on her engorged nub, and he couldn’t help rubbing it back and forth as he arched into her.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

“Yes, that’s it. A little more.” He slid his finger deeper inside her tight sheath and thrust harder against her ass. His jeans rubbed his cock raw as he tried to come. But her hot, wet sex flooded for him, telling him that no matter what she said, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Ss-top. Let me go.”

He groaned. “Dammit, stop squirming.” He removed his hand from between her legs, but every time she bucked against him, she shot his lust sky high.

“Why are you rubbing against me?” She tried to turn in his arms and pushed harder against him.

Completely lost, he groaned as he came, messing a perfectly fine pair of trousers. He heard her call his name in concern, but he couldn’t stop. Hinto finally found relief from a hard-on he’d suffered from most of the night, but his orgasm was less than ideal. He’d prefer to fill her instead of his damned pants.

“Are you all right?”

He opened his eyes to see Thais leaning over him, her shirt unbuttoned, her breasts hanging free. He shifted to lay flat on his back and lifted his arm to cover his eyes and block the view, when he caught the subtle fragrance of her moist need still coating his finger.

Unable to stop himself, he shoved the digit in his mouth and tasted her. By all that was holy, he wanted more.

She flushed and sat back on her heels, straddling his hips. “Why did you do that? And why did you do this in the first place?”

“Damn, you taste good.” He worked to regulate his breathing and tried his best to explain. Thais didn’t look so much angry as confused. And downright sexy. “I was dreaming. I told you I’d dream about you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but why are you over here? Last night you sat across the fire.”

“You stared moaning in your sleep. Restless, upset.” Her pain had bothered him on a level that made him uncomfortable. “You were also shivering from cold. Probably should have dried out that hair before falling asleep. So I put my arms around you and you fell asleep. I was tired enough to rest with you.”

She flushed. More embarrassed because of a nightmare or because of the near sex they’d had? It was something he’d ask her about… once he cleaned himself up.

“I’m sorry I woke you. But this—I—”

“This wasn’t intentional. I swear.” He shifted underneath her and groaned, not needing another erection with her so close.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Damned innocent. The brief joy from his climax faded under an annoying need to make her feel better. Well, screw her. He didn’t need to play nursemaid to Thais. The woman could fend for herself just fine.

“You want to see what you did to me?” he rasped. Without waiting for her answer, he unbuttoned his trousers and parted them. He showed her his semi-hard shaft covered with seed. Masochist that he was, he wrapped her hand around him. “That’s what you did. You got me so hard I came from dry humping you. Made a right mess of myself.”

She stared down at him, speechless. Her gaze fastened on his cock and stayed there, especially when it hardened in her grip. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a low voice.

“Not now. But it’s going to again, real soon. I can feel it.” He groaned, losing his ability to think beyond the pressing ache in his groin.

“You spilled seed,” she said, examining him with curiosity. “For breeding.”

“You could say that. Hmm, rub it some more. Up and down.” He watched her watching him and thought it the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Seeing Thais get him off had him harder than stone.

“This is what makes it leak? When I do this?” She rubbed him right where he liked, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Thais, feel how hard I am? That’s because I want you.”

“To spill inside me?”

“Hell, yeah, to spill inside you. You’ve never had anything inside you before, have you?” He shifted under her, gratified when she squeezed him tighter.

“No. Only Amazons selected to breed may,” she murmured, apparently caught in the same wave of lust that he was to mention a part of her past. “You feel harder to me. As if you are growing.”

“More. Rub faster just under there. Feel how hard my balls are?” He shoved his jeans down and tried to widen his legs. He pulled her other hand closer and groaned when she cupped him. His hips arched into her touch, completely under her control. “I want to come inside you, in your mouth, your cunt. You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he breathed, staring up at her with promise. “Just say the word and I’ll give it all to you, honey.”

She frowned. “I feel… funny. I’m as slick as you are.” She slid her fingers over his shaft and balls, rubbing his semen into his skin even as she looked at him with suspicion.

She’s wet. Oh shit. She wants it and doesn’t know what it means.

“I’m aching inside,” she continued, killing him. “Burning. Is this what it feels like to you?”

Fuck. I’m nearly there. “Yeah, oh yeah, aching. Fuck me, I’m coming again. Hold me tight,” he urged before he grunted and spattered his shirt with more come than he’d thought he had left.

She eventually removed her hand and stared at the moisture coating her fingers. Linking gazes, she mimicked what he’d done earlier. She stuck her finger to her tongue and tasted him.

“That’s even better than seeing you naked. Watching you lick my seed.” If he’d had the energy, he would have shown her how to ease that ache inside. But he couldn’t do much more than lie there feeling drunk.

Thais regarded him with speculation. “This is the joining, then. Sex? This is the great mystery?” She smiled, looking strangely relieved. “A man ruts and spills, and your women hunger for it.” She shook her head. “I think I will never understand.”

He flushed as she moved away and disappeared in the direction of the stream. Damned if she hadn’t taken him to heaven, only to rip it away with a smile. His self-esteem drowned in a sea of mortification. But he couldn’t deny he deserved it. Not only had he—though unknowingly—taken advantage of her while they slept, but he’d come twice when she’d yet to have an orgasm.

“I’m crazy for even thinking about pursuing this,” he muttered to himself while he cleaned up. He visited the stream, unsure of what to say to Thais. Unsure of how to talk to a woman. A first in his life.

Thais spoke first, her voice full of confidence.  “Thank you, Hinto. I learned much from our encounter. I find your physical reactions curious. Do all men react this way to a woman’s touch?”

“When a woman looks and acts the way you do, a man would have to be dead not to react the way I did,” he growled, defensive.

She fucking grinned at him. “I didn’t mean offense. I found your taste not unpleasant.”

He closed his eyes, not needing that reminder again, especially when his dumbass dick twitched.

She shook her hands free of the water clinging to them. “I will wait for you by the camp.”

He watched the little witch go back to camp. Witch or Amazon? She couldn’t possibly mean Amazon, as in, legendary warrior woman from beyond the border. Probably some wacko group of women living in a remote section of the Territories who pretended to play tough. Then again, from the way Thais handled her conflicts with fists and feet, one might assume she’d come from that mythic tribe.

He cleaned himself as best he could and shivered in the morning air that made the cold spots on his pants even colder. He didn’t like the feeling that he’d been set aside, a curiosity and threat no more, as if Thais thought she’d seen what he had to offer and could so easily dismiss him.

Grunting with impatience, Hinto finished by the stream and took a moment to regroup. He’d taken the damned job for Kitty to be closer to Thais. Crazy notion. Because now that he had his wish, he almost wanted to go back and forget all about her. The damned woman had wormed her way under his skin. He wanted to sleep with her something fierce, but more, he wanted to help her, and he already had his hands full trying to help himself.

He knew better than most that happiness was a God-awful illusion. A chance at security was the best any of them could do in these times. So why did he want to find Bartel for the Amazon? Why did he itch to make her feel the way he had just moments ago? Why not take the pleasure and forget about giving it back, focus on his father’s health and finding the ones who’d hurt him?

“Because I’m a dumb shit who’s as likely to get shot as he is to find his father a cure,” he muttered, and tromped back to camp.

He found Thais clean, dressed, and ready to ride.

And ripe to be plucked from that innocence shining in her bright green eyes.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said in a throaty, accented voice that made him think of soft sheets and sweaty sex.

I’ve been ready since the moment I laid eyes on you. He wanted to yank her off her horse and show her just what an orgasm felt like, and why so many lucky women in the Territories claimed him the best they’d ever had. Instead he glowered and moved past her to Beast.

The next few days were going to be the longest in his life, he just knew it.

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Title: Night Music

Series: The Edge Series

Author: Margie Church

Genre: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Erotica, Ménage (3+ partners),

Publisher: Decadent

Ebook

Pages: 26

Purchase:

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Book Description:

A quiet, lakeside vacation is just what Brielle needs to decompress after her busy concert season. She expects the weeks to pass uneventfully. Until she meets the men next door.

Tyler and Zeke are as adventurous and sexy as the Harleys they ride. The passion they hear in Brielle's music draws them to her.

Convinced the hunks are gay, Brielle lets down her inhibitions. That turns out to be the best decision she's made in a long time.

Excerpt:

Brielle had stopped at the local market to get enough supplies for a few days. She had no intention of going to town unless there was a darn good reason. After her clothing and other belongings were unpacked, she opened a bottle of wine—one of several she’d bought—and contemplated the glorious evening sun.

The rumble of motorcycles disrupted her musings. She craned her neck to see who the offenders were.

Two men on leather-bedecked hogs cruised down the neighboring driveway. She watched from the seclusion of her covered porch as they got off and parked their bikes. Leather chaps covered their jeans. Boots and black leather vests made them look badass. She waited for them to remove their helmets and reveal more of their features.

She wasn’t disappointed.

One of the broad-shouldered men had flaxen hair. The second man ran his hands through his dark hair that reached his shoulders. Even from a distance, she could tell they were in good physical shape, and probably in their late twenties. A twinge of naughtiness plucked her libido. Her vacation was already looking up.

The bike-riding neighbors unpacked their saddlebags and carried their gear into their cabin. The door shut softly behind them and returned the peace and quiet they’d interrupted.

Brielle watched the sun dip lower, streaking the sky with brilliant red, orange, and yellow against the clear blue backdrop. The deep sounds of a motoryacht’s engines mixed with the haunting sounds from the loons.

Inspired, she refilled her wineglass, and then brought her cello to the three-season porch. She moved her bow across the taut strings, warming up, wondering what she should play. She sipped her wine while searching through her extensive music collection. Her hand rested on Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. Did she dare? Could she play with even half the passion Mei Ju had the other day?

Closing her eyes, Brielle focused on the sounds and sight of Mr. Ju on stage.

Will that ever be me?

She drew her bow back and forth on the strings to play the fiery interludes and soulful chords. Brielle imagined herself in front of the orchestra, the way Ju had been, and did her best to do justice to the piece he’d played so brilliantly.

As she played the last, low note, she noticed the two men standing on their porch, watching her. Heat flared in her cheeks, whether from the exertion of playing or the embarrassment of their witness, she didn’t know.

One man began clapping.

Not expecting that reaction, she chuckled.

“Play something else,” said the man with the long hair.

Thinking they were making fun of her, she closed her music and stood. “Funny guy.”

“No, really, play some more.”

She contemplated the request for a moment. “You’re not going to call the cops?”

The blond one laughed. “Oh, hell no. Come on. Play something hot and sexy.”

Bolstered by their enthusiasm, she wondered what she could play that might fit the bill. “Just a minute.” A number of titles ran through her mind and she dismissed them all. Ah, the perfect one.

Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). She has a degree in writing and editing and has been a professional writer, editor, and journalist for over 25 years. If you enjoy books you can't put down, read one of hers.

Margie lives in Minnesota, is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music, flower gardening, biking, walking on moonlit nights, nature, and making people laugh. She also writes children's books under the pen name, Margaret Rose.

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Series: Two Moons of Sera Volumes 1-3

Author: Pavarti K Tyler

Genre: Fantasy, Romance,

Publisher: Fighting Monkey Press

Ebook

Pages: appx 220

Purchase: Amazon

Book Description:

Two Moons of Sera Synopsis: In a world where water and earth teem with life, Serafay is an anomaly. The result of genetic experiments on her mother's water-borne line Serafay will have to face the very people responsible to discover who she really is. But is she the only one?

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Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance being released in serial format.

Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number cruncher. She graduated Smith College in 1999 with a degree in Theatre. After graduation, she moved to New York, where she worked as a Dramaturge, Assistant Director and Production Manager on productions both on and off Broadway.

Later, Pavarti went to work in the finance industry as a freelance accountant for several international law firms. She now operates her own accounting firm in the Washington DC area, where she lives with her husband, two daughters and two terrible dogs. When not preparing taxes, she is busy penning her next novel.

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Easy on the Eyes

By Carrie Lofty

I’m a historian, but I’m also a woman with eyes…eyes that are drawn to men in uniform. What is it about a uniform that suddenly adds sex appeal to an otherwise ordinary guy? Maybe it’s status. We know the sharper the dresser—and the more medals and do-dads pinned all over the place—the braver he’s proven himself to be.

Men in business suits wear the “uniform” of their position, but you can’t tell just by looking at his sleeve whether he’s an intern or a VP. When looking out for the right guy, those considerations are important! “Am I falling for a rich billionaire CEO, or the guy who makes coffee?”

The military makes it much simpler, and still very snazzy. I mean, look at this dress coat! That says “squared away” and ready for action…of all kinds. And you know an image has legs when advertisers try to capitalize on the mystique. Check out this Clark Gable lookalike in the leather bomber jacket. In the 1940s, the message was clear: You wanna be cool? You need to look like the Real Deal.

The heroine of HIS VERY OWN GIRL, Lulu Davies, is a British civilian pilot who meets soldiers and airmen all the time. Leicester has been overrun with Americans billeting in preparation for D-Day, so she’s made it somewhat of a hobby to be able read the mysterious insignia of their uniforms. Here, she catches sight of a group mingling outside of a club:

Each chap wore the golden wings of a paratrooper and the AA arm patch of the 82nd Airborne. So they weren’t any old Yanks. They were the All-Americans. A more boisterous, arrogant lot couldn’t be found in the U.S. Army. They split their time between war maneuvers and seeking out—in no particular order—women, liquor, food, music, and trouble.

They were heaps of fun.

And when she meets paratrooper medic Joe Weber, she sizes him up with the same cheeky precision. In this case, Lulu doesn’t mind at all that she’s landed herself a private rather than a general!

“Now it’s my turn to guess.” She took hold of his shoulders and turned his upper body to face her squarely. Joe shivered when she gave his biceps a quick squeeze. A secret smile tilted the corners of her perfectly painted lips. “Only one chevron,” she said, glancing at his tunic sleeve. “Poor private.”

“First class, at least.”

“You don’t think I’d be seen with any less, do you?”

“I wouldn’t presume.”

She touched the insignia of wide eagles’ wings affixed above his right breast pocket. “No stars above your jump wings, which means despite being with the 82^nd Airborne, you haven’t yet seen combat.”

“I’m impressed.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Simply means I’ve idled with too many soldiers. Now all I need is your name.”

“Joe Weber.”

Lulu finished her drink and nodded for Joe to do the same. He complied. The beer wasn’t strong enough to cool how hot his blood was running. Not by half.

She took his hand. “Well, Pfc. Joe Weber, I’ll have that dance now.”

Yeah, Joe looked fine, but I think she was actually more interested in what he wore underneath. This is a romance novel, after all!

***

Summer has been a blast! Available now from Pocket Books are three Christ Family romances. FLAWLESS kicked it off with a tale of an estranged couple's search for love. The 99¢ tie-in novella, "A LITTLE MORE SCANDAL" follows two aspiring lovers to London. And the Scottish-set second novel, STARLIGHT, was an RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Pick. "Richly nuanced characters and a superbly realized Victorian setting come together brilliantly." ~ The Chicago Tribune

I've also launched a co-written pseudonym, Katie Porter, with my long-time friend and critique partner, Lorelie Brown. Our "Vegas Top Guns" series of contemporary erotic romances launched from Samhain with DOUBLE DOWN and INSIDE BET, both of which were RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Picks: "This racy, raunchy, hella good read…will move Fifty Shades of Grey to the children's section of the bookstore."

Where to find me:

http://www.carrielofty.com

Twitter: @carrielofty

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Thank you so much for being here to day Carrie! I really enjoyed the book. To read my review of His Very Own Girl click here.

We'd like to welcome Donya Lynne to Book Lovin' Mamas today! We'll be learning a bit about her and her series All The Kings Men. I have read both books and I have to say, they're really great books!

Donya resides in Indianapolis, Indiana, with her husband and a small zoo of cats and dogs. In fact, her writing buddy, Lucky, serves as her writing assistant most days, staying right by her side and distracting Donya with her adorable-ness when needed. Because, hey, every author needs a distraction once in a while.

 As a little girl, Donya always had a book in her hand. As she got older, the books became pens and notebooks, which she filled with stories and poetry. For as long as she remembers, she has been writing and studying the writing craft with the goal of being published one day. She is passionate about providing readers with what she calls an experience. She wants readers to be able to sink into her stories and escape reality for just a little while, and every word is written, and every sentence structured, with that goal in mind.

 Donya loves music and often finds inspiration for her stories in the wide range of music she listens to. But occasionally it's a movie, a book, or just a drive around town that inspires her work. She constantly reads new material, new authors, and different styles of writing as a means to improve her own, and believes the writing process is one an author should always strive to perfect, even though perfecting it is an impossible feat. It's the thrill of the chase and the challenge that keeps her from getting stagnant in her own work.

 She has several projects planned and in progress, including eight more novels and two novellas in the All the King's Men series, as well as several stand-alone novels, another series, and several short stories and novellas. She would love to share her journey with you in this exciting venture.