Guest Post: Emily Ryan-Davis, Paint For Blood

Paint For Blood
Emily Ryan - Davis

There’s only one substance on earth that can create a new vampire--the blood of a Chalice, a rare individual with magic in her veins. Atlanta’s human-vampire Civility Laws demand that if a Chalice is found, she must be destroyed. Vampire Teijon Reyes allowed the mortal girl Dessa Collier to live despite the threat she posed to society. If he ever finds her again, he will kill her, personal desires be damned.

Heiress to a family tradition of ward-working, house painter Dessa Collier has spent the past twelve years pretending vampires don't exist. When a friend-enemy walks back into Dessa’s life after a decade-long absence, everything Dessa has been hiding from comes crashing down on top of her.

Thrown together on a mission to protect a city under seige, Dessa and Teijon can no longer hide from the powerful attraction that binds them...or the monsters out to destroy them

The book within the book

By Emily Ryan - Davis

I wrote a book about vampires--vampires who fear, vampires who love, vampires who want nothing more than the right to exist another day…and vampires who read.

That book is called PAINT FOR BLOOD (Emily Ryan-Davis, copyright 2012), and this is an excerpt from it:

Teijon smothered his urge to possess and destroy and concentrated on locating Nikolnikov.

Location wasn’t difficult. Scent led him through the worst of the twisted way. Light guided him the remainder of the journey. He found Nikolnikov in a deep underground pocket of stone and earth. The old vampire put his e-reader aside when Teijon ducked beneath the low, arched entrance.

“Few find their way this deep into the mountain.” Nikolnikov gestured toward a low seat fashioned of water-worn rock. “Most call.”

“I don’t have time for you to crawl top-side and check your messages. Marcus is slipping his leash. How is that possible?”

Nikolnikov frowned at his hands. “First-life humans possess a drive to live that we don’t understand anymore. Their drive is different than ours. You and I, we want to survive. Humans… they want to thrive. Experience. Feel. I told Melisse she wouldn’t be able to hold him forever. I told her and I told that human council.”

Teijon’s spine went cold. “They didn’t believe you.”

“No. They believed me. They didn’t care. Melisse decided she would hold Marcus and hold Atlanta as long as she could through him. She intended to find another way to hold on before Marcus’s human drives threw off her shackles.”

“He’s thrown them off now. She doesn’t have a plan, does she?”

Nikolnikov rolled his shoulders back. “She might but even if she does, it will be a temporary stopgap. We weren’t meant to be part of a hive mind. We may be pack animals, but we’re pack animals with independent minds. In retrospect, I fear the Civility Laws were a mistake on our part. We agreed to bury our souls for peace but we’re not peace-thriving creatures. We’re not human anymore.”

Across from him, Nikolnikov appeared gaunt in the dim light. Death could have been responsible but probably not. The other creature was tired of living.

Puzzled, Teijon said, “You’re finished with this world. Why did you hunt her for life?”

“My survival instincts remain strong. You know it as well as anybody after your years in the unbound territories. You came back and surrendered your fangs for the sake of survival. Now you know you need to reclaim them for the same purpose. Atlanta will not continue as it has gone.”

“The city cannot fall,” Teijon said.

“Why? How does this alliance with humans better their lives or ours? Our protected existence creates for them a slow, never-realized death as we feed under regulated terms. It creates for us a slow, never-realized life as our instincts are suppressed and our appetites stolen. You see monstrosity in violence and struggle. I see monstrosity in this unnatural prison. Take your freedom, Teijon Reyes, or you will become a monster without even a name.” Nikolnikov retrieved his e-reader and woke it from sleep mode.

Teijon stared at him for long moments, his blood turned to ice by Nikolnikov’s cold prediction. The inevitability of Atlanta’s fall froze his spine, cycled through his skull.

“The Chalice,” he said, refusing to be dismissed. “If she is destroyed, will Atlanta stand?”

“Which reply do you want from me? The one that will give you strength to destroy her or the one that will justify your need to protect her?” Now Nikolnikov raised his eyes, met and held Teijon’s stare. “Would you rather a safe existence without her or an uncertain existence with her? Can you spill her blood with something besides your fangs?”

Teijon’s jaw flexed as a sense of inevitability burned through the ice that chilled him. He could no longer dodge the choice he had to make.

Nikolnikov never did tell me what he was reading. What do you think he has loaded on his device? Something fluffy? Something grim?

And what do you currently have queued up on yours?

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About Emily Ryan-Davis...

Emily Ryan-Davis is a lifelong East Coaster whose passion for the written word saw her through jobs writing obituaries, press releases and grants before she decided “I’m going to do this” and sat down to write a book. She made that decision in 2005 and has since published several short stories and novellas with digital publishers including Ellora’s Cave. On May 24, 2012, Emily left supervisors and payrolls behind in order to focus her efforts on writing and raising her son.

Emily has been a member of the Writer’s Digest-recognized writing community Romance Divas, where she volunteers as a moderator and organizes the annual "Not Going to Conference" Virtual Conference, since 2006.

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Guest Post: Emily Ryan-Davis, Paint For Blood

Paint For Blood
Emily Ryan - Davis

There’s only one substance on earth that can create a new vampire--the blood of a Chalice, a rare individual with magic in her veins. Atlanta’s human-vampire Civility Laws demand that if a Chalice is found, she must be destroyed. Vampire Teijon Reyes allowed the mortal girl Dessa Collier to live despite the threat she posed to society. If he ever finds her again, he will kill her, personal desires be damned.

Heiress to a family tradition of ward-working, house painter Dessa Collier has spent the past twelve years pretending vampires don't exist. When a friend-enemy walks back into Dessa’s life after a decade-long absence, everything Dessa has been hiding from comes crashing down on top of her.

Thrown together on a mission to protect a city under seige, Dessa and Teijon can no longer hide from the powerful attraction that binds them...or the monsters out to destroy them

The book within the book

By Emily Ryan - Davis

I wrote a book about vampires--vampires who fear, vampires who love, vampires who want nothing more than the right to exist another day…and vampires who read.

That book is called PAINT FOR BLOOD (Emily Ryan-Davis, copyright 2012), and this is an excerpt from it:

Teijon smothered his urge to possess and destroy and concentrated on locating Nikolnikov.

Location wasn’t difficult. Scent led him through the worst of the twisted way. Light guided him the remainder of the journey. He found Nikolnikov in a deep underground pocket of stone and earth. The old vampire put his e-reader aside when Teijon ducked beneath the low, arched entrance.

“Few find their way this deep into the mountain.” Nikolnikov gestured toward a low seat fashioned of water-worn rock. “Most call.”

“I don’t have time for you to crawl top-side and check your messages. Marcus is slipping his leash. How is that possible?”

Nikolnikov frowned at his hands. “First-life humans possess a drive to live that we don’t understand anymore. Their drive is different than ours. You and I, we want to survive. Humans… they want to thrive. Experience. Feel. I told Melisse she wouldn’t be able to hold him forever. I told her and I told that human council.”

Teijon’s spine went cold. “They didn’t believe you.”

“No. They believed me. They didn’t care. Melisse decided she would hold Marcus and hold Atlanta as long as she could through him. She intended to find another way to hold on before Marcus’s human drives threw off her shackles.”

“He’s thrown them off now. She doesn’t have a plan, does she?”

Nikolnikov rolled his shoulders back. “She might but even if she does, it will be a temporary stopgap. We weren’t meant to be part of a hive mind. We may be pack animals, but we’re pack animals with independent minds. In retrospect, I fear the Civility Laws were a mistake on our part. We agreed to bury our souls for peace but we’re not peace-thriving creatures. We’re not human anymore.”

Across from him, Nikolnikov appeared gaunt in the dim light. Death could have been responsible but probably not. The other creature was tired of living.

Puzzled, Teijon said, “You’re finished with this world. Why did you hunt her for life?”

“My survival instincts remain strong. You know it as well as anybody after your years in the unbound territories. You came back and surrendered your fangs for the sake of survival. Now you know you need to reclaim them for the same purpose. Atlanta will not continue as it has gone.”

“The city cannot fall,” Teijon said.

“Why? How does this alliance with humans better their lives or ours? Our protected existence creates for them a slow, never-realized death as we feed under regulated terms. It creates for us a slow, never-realized life as our instincts are suppressed and our appetites stolen. You see monstrosity in violence and struggle. I see monstrosity in this unnatural prison. Take your freedom, Teijon Reyes, or you will become a monster without even a name.” Nikolnikov retrieved his e-reader and woke it from sleep mode.

Teijon stared at him for long moments, his blood turned to ice by Nikolnikov’s cold prediction. The inevitability of Atlanta’s fall froze his spine, cycled through his skull.

“The Chalice,” he said, refusing to be dismissed. “If she is destroyed, will Atlanta stand?”

“Which reply do you want from me? The one that will give you strength to destroy her or the one that will justify your need to protect her?” Now Nikolnikov raised his eyes, met and held Teijon’s stare. “Would you rather a safe existence without her or an uncertain existence with her? Can you spill her blood with something besides your fangs?”

Teijon’s jaw flexed as a sense of inevitability burned through the ice that chilled him. He could no longer dodge the choice he had to make.

Nikolnikov never did tell me what he was reading. What do you think he has loaded on his device? Something fluffy? Something grim?

And what do you currently have queued up on yours?

****************

BUY LINKS

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

  AllRomance Ebooks

About Emily Ryan-Davis...

Emily Ryan-Davis is a lifelong East Coaster whose passion for the written word saw her through jobs writing obituaries, press releases and grants before she decided “I’m going to do this” and sat down to write a book. She made that decision in 2005 and has since published several short stories and novellas with digital publishers including Ellora’s Cave. On May 24, 2012, Emily left supervisors and payrolls behind in order to focus her efforts on writing and raising her son.

Emily has been a member of the Writer’s Digest-recognized writing community Romance Divas, where she volunteers as a moderator and organizes the annual "Not Going to Conference" Virtual Conference, since 2006.

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Giveaway/Excerpt/Guest Post: Switching The Control by Victoria Blisse

Switching The Control

Victoria Blisse

Take away the control and what do you have left? Desire.

Melissa is smart, confident and head strong. She has her dream career and is a step away from becoming a partner at Grimly and Vimes.  Richard ruins her perfect plan when he uncovers a serious indiscretion in her past and forces her to be his office sex slave for a week in return for his silence.

But Melissa finds out that she enjoys being told what to do. She craves punishment and adores to be put in her place and Richard does it so perfectly. It was not in her plan to fall in love but how will she cope when it happens anyway?

Reader Advisory: This story contains black mail, forced acts of submission and elements of dubious consent.

By: Victoria Blisse

A huge theme in this story is power. Both Melissa and Richard are powerful people. They’re  highly respected in their jobs and are both seeking to gain the highest rung in their corporate ladder. Sadly there’s only room for one on that rung.

I had a lot of fun playing with these two top cats. Melissa has all she could ever desire in her job and in a monetary sense but she is lonely and finds out through the story that Richard is too. By making Melissa submit to Richard it brings her to question certain elements of her personality that she’s tried to hide away before. She has to come to terms with the fact that to take orders from a master like figure turns her on.

The intriguing thing is, that she is more in control when she takes that part of submissive then when she rebels against it. Interesting thing, power. It can’t be taken away from you, you have to give it and I think this is what Melissa discovers.

So how do you feel about power? Do you enjoy reading about people losing control and trying to gain it?

Here’s a snippet from Switching the Control  which shows how the power play begins!

“Well, what do you want then, you bastard? Come on, stop playing games,” I snapped. The cool exterior I’d held until that moment melted away as the anger and worry bubbled away inside.

“I want you.”

“Oh, come on,” I huffed and shook my head. “Now you’re taking the piss.”

“No, I’m quite serious. From the first day I started working here I wanted to tame you. I’ve heard the rumours, seen the cold, calm aura you project and I’ve wanted to crack it to get inside you and make you mine.”

Words wouldn’t come. My mouth dropped open a fraction, my eyes widened, but as much as I wanted to defend myself I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure if I was offended or turned on.

He fixed me with his gaze and continued, “So here is what I propose. I will destroy these documents, all the physical and digital copies I have of them. I’ll keep my silence on the subject in exchange for one week of your life.”

“I can’t give you a week of my life.” I tutted, shook my head and struggled to regain some kind of control.

“No, but you can be mine completely for seven days.”

“Erm, no.”

“Then say goodbye to your job and your career because something like this won’t stay inside the company. Every investment company in London will think twice about hiring you. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if every major employer in the field globally gave you a wide berth. Lying and getting yourself kicked out of Grimly and Vimes is going to ruin your reputation. Do you have something to fall back on, a new career path you’d like to take?”

“I am not going to let you destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for, you bastard.”

“Then you need to agree to be mine for a week. Your time, your thoughts, your body, everything.”

“What…? Wait…what?” I shook my head. “Are you saying you want me to be your slave?”

“If that’s the label you like to use, yes.” He nodded, his eyebrow arched and his top lip quirked. I assumed he was trying to hold back his mirth. Bastard.

“I’m no one’s slave and I sure as hell don’t want to be yours.” I couldn’t get my mind around it. If Richard wanted me to be his slave it must have meant that he was attracted to me in some way. I wasn’t sure which revelation was more surprising.

“Look, Melissa, I’m giving you a chance to save your career. You either take it or you don’t. It is as simple as that.”

The silence clung to me and I stared at him. I knew there was always a way I could turn a situation to my advantage, a chink in the argument or an overlooked opportunity to exploit. But I couldn’t find it there. I could have called his bluff but then it would’ve come down to his word against mine, and I had yet to meet a guy who was willing to side with the opposite sex when push came to shove.

“Fine but I’m not doing anything I’m not happy with.”

“Oh, no, my pet, I’d never make you do anything I knew you wouldn’t enjoy.” His smug smile lit up his face and made my stomach churn.

“How can I be sure of that?”

“Safe word, doll. It’s how all the kinky ones do it. You say the word ‘portfolio’ and I stop whatever it is I’m doing to you or making you do.”

It didn’t surprise me that he knew what the kinky ones did. I don’t think I even knew the meaning of the words. I’d certainly never experienced anything wilder than missionary position sex. It seemed Richard had much more planned for me.

“How can I know you’ll keep your word?”

“Melissa, come on, you know you can trust me. I have billions of pounds at my fingertips and I am trusted to look after every penny.”

“So am I!” I retorted without thinking. He made me impulsive and I hated it.

“Yes, well, quite. What I’m saying is that my word is all you’re going to get and my word is all you need, okay?”

I reluctantly nodded. I’d been backed into a corner and there was no way out. I was going to have to suck it up and endure the next week then steal the spot on the board from his grasp. Hopefully I’d ruin his career in the process. Yes, vindictive but no more than the sod deserved.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now to be sure that we have an understanding get down on your knees and crawl over here.”

“What?”

“No, no, no. It’s pardon, not what.”

“Pardon?” I growled. This guy was really pressing my buttons and not in the good way.

“Look, you’re mine. You do what I tell you to first time or there will be consequences. I’m giving you this one because I’m a nice guy and you’re not used to this. The next time you defy me there will be punishment.”

Why did his stern look and promise of chastisement make my pussy clench? I didn’t know, but it did and so I slid off my chair and onto my knees. At least his room was carpeted so I sank into the deep shag pile and deeper into this crazy game. I just wished that I knew the fucking rules. I was on edge. I could feel a bead of sweat resting in the dimple above the centre of my top lip, my skin felt like it’d been pulled tighter across my flesh, everything inside felt cramped and constricted.

“Come on, pet, I’m waiting.”

 Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

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Comment on this post to be entered into a draw to win a Blisse ebook bundle of The Point, Silver Screen Dream and Temporary Insanity. The lucky winner will be drawn at the end of the blog tour.

Check out the rest of the tour stops here:

http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/victoria-blisse-2/

Thank you so much to Victoria for the fabulous post and being here today!  

Readers, Victoria Blisse is absolutely one of my new favorite authors I've read this past year so I hope you will enjoy her work as much as I do!  Good luck on the giveaway!

*Liz

Giveaway/Excerpt/Guest Post: Switching The Control by Victoria Blisse

Switching The Control

Victoria Blisse

Take away the control and what do you have left? Desire.

Melissa is smart, confident and head strong. She has her dream career and is a step away from becoming a partner at Grimly and Vimes.  Richard ruins her perfect plan when he uncovers a serious indiscretion in her past and forces her to be his office sex slave for a week in return for his silence.

But Melissa finds out that she enjoys being told what to do. She craves punishment and adores to be put in her place and Richard does it so perfectly. It was not in her plan to fall in love but how will she cope when it happens anyway?

Reader Advisory: This story contains black mail, forced acts of submission and elements of dubious consent.

By: Victoria Blisse

A huge theme in this story is power. Both Melissa and Richard are powerful people. They’re  highly respected in their jobs and are both seeking to gain the highest rung in their corporate ladder. Sadly there’s only room for one on that rung.

I had a lot of fun playing with these two top cats. Melissa has all she could ever desire in her job and in a monetary sense but she is lonely and finds out through the story that Richard is too. By making Melissa submit to Richard it brings her to question certain elements of her personality that she’s tried to hide away before. She has to come to terms with the fact that to take orders from a master like figure turns her on.

The intriguing thing is, that she is more in control when she takes that part of submissive then when she rebels against it. Interesting thing, power. It can’t be taken away from you, you have to give it and I think this is what Melissa discovers.

So how do you feel about power? Do you enjoy reading about people losing control and trying to gain it?

Here’s a snippet from Switching the Control  which shows how the power play begins!

“Well, what do you want then, you bastard? Come on, stop playing games,” I snapped. The cool exterior I’d held until that moment melted away as the anger and worry bubbled away inside.

“I want you.”

“Oh, come on,” I huffed and shook my head. “Now you’re taking the piss.”

“No, I’m quite serious. From the first day I started working here I wanted to tame you. I’ve heard the rumours, seen the cold, calm aura you project and I’ve wanted to crack it to get inside you and make you mine.”

Words wouldn’t come. My mouth dropped open a fraction, my eyes widened, but as much as I wanted to defend myself I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure if I was offended or turned on.

He fixed me with his gaze and continued, “So here is what I propose. I will destroy these documents, all the physical and digital copies I have of them. I’ll keep my silence on the subject in exchange for one week of your life.”

“I can’t give you a week of my life.” I tutted, shook my head and struggled to regain some kind of control.

“No, but you can be mine completely for seven days.”

“Erm, no.”

“Then say goodbye to your job and your career because something like this won’t stay inside the company. Every investment company in London will think twice about hiring you. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if every major employer in the field globally gave you a wide berth. Lying and getting yourself kicked out of Grimly and Vimes is going to ruin your reputation. Do you have something to fall back on, a new career path you’d like to take?”

“I am not going to let you destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for, you bastard.”

“Then you need to agree to be mine for a week. Your time, your thoughts, your body, everything.”

“What…? Wait…what?” I shook my head. “Are you saying you want me to be your slave?”

“If that’s the label you like to use, yes.” He nodded, his eyebrow arched and his top lip quirked. I assumed he was trying to hold back his mirth. Bastard.

“I’m no one’s slave and I sure as hell don’t want to be yours.” I couldn’t get my mind around it. If Richard wanted me to be his slave it must have meant that he was attracted to me in some way. I wasn’t sure which revelation was more surprising.

“Look, Melissa, I’m giving you a chance to save your career. You either take it or you don’t. It is as simple as that.”

The silence clung to me and I stared at him. I knew there was always a way I could turn a situation to my advantage, a chink in the argument or an overlooked opportunity to exploit. But I couldn’t find it there. I could have called his bluff but then it would’ve come down to his word against mine, and I had yet to meet a guy who was willing to side with the opposite sex when push came to shove.

“Fine but I’m not doing anything I’m not happy with.”

“Oh, no, my pet, I’d never make you do anything I knew you wouldn’t enjoy.” His smug smile lit up his face and made my stomach churn.

“How can I be sure of that?”

“Safe word, doll. It’s how all the kinky ones do it. You say the word ‘portfolio’ and I stop whatever it is I’m doing to you or making you do.”

It didn’t surprise me that he knew what the kinky ones did. I don’t think I even knew the meaning of the words. I’d certainly never experienced anything wilder than missionary position sex. It seemed Richard had much more planned for me.

“How can I know you’ll keep your word?”

“Melissa, come on, you know you can trust me. I have billions of pounds at my fingertips and I am trusted to look after every penny.”

“So am I!” I retorted without thinking. He made me impulsive and I hated it.

“Yes, well, quite. What I’m saying is that my word is all you’re going to get and my word is all you need, okay?”

I reluctantly nodded. I’d been backed into a corner and there was no way out. I was going to have to suck it up and endure the next week then steal the spot on the board from his grasp. Hopefully I’d ruin his career in the process. Yes, vindictive but no more than the sod deserved.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now to be sure that we have an understanding get down on your knees and crawl over here.”

“What?”

“No, no, no. It’s pardon, not what.”

“Pardon?” I growled. This guy was really pressing my buttons and not in the good way.

“Look, you’re mine. You do what I tell you to first time or there will be consequences. I’m giving you this one because I’m a nice guy and you’re not used to this. The next time you defy me there will be punishment.”

Why did his stern look and promise of chastisement make my pussy clench? I didn’t know, but it did and so I slid off my chair and onto my knees. At least his room was carpeted so I sank into the deep shag pile and deeper into this crazy game. I just wished that I knew the fucking rules. I was on edge. I could feel a bead of sweat resting in the dimple above the centre of my top lip, my skin felt like it’d been pulled tighter across my flesh, everything inside felt cramped and constricted.

“Come on, pet, I’m waiting.”

 Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

*****

Comment on this post to be entered into a draw to win a Blisse ebook bundle of The Point, Silver Screen Dream and Temporary Insanity. The lucky winner will be drawn at the end of the blog tour.

Check out the rest of the tour stops here:

http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/victoria-blisse-2/

Thank you so much to Victoria for the fabulous post and being here today!  

Readers, Victoria Blisse is absolutely one of my new favorite authors I've read this past year so I hope you will enjoy her work as much as I do!  Good luck on the giveaway!

*Liz

Blitz/Giveaway! Shamrocked by Joanne Kenrick

Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell’s Irish Pub, he’s rushed off his feet. Still, he’s envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve’s exclusive agency, 1Night Stand. Pushed for time, he follows his friend’s lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.

At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be The EastEnd co-star. Before she has a chance to confess she’s not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect…for one night of pleasure. She’s ready to play the role of herlife!

Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

Will Devlin Kinney’s Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

SHAMROCKED, Irish Kisses book 2, is OUT NOW in most major ebook stores.

Devlin Kinney is the crass Irish charmer who helped Shaun Bell out on his 1Night Stand by packing him up a few surprises in his overnight bag in the HUGE bestseller SWEET IRISH KISS. Surprises both he and Rachel were grateful for. And now you can have all of him because he's back! With his toy box and a 1Night Stand of his own.

Set in Notting Hill, London and the now infamous Bell's Irish Pub in Soho, London.

Bell's Irish Pub is open for business, and Devlin Kinney is serving up one tasty treat.

Mini Excerpt

Surrounded by bridesmaids—the hottest guy in the place. His thick Irish brogue carried over the chattering wedding crowd and bad party songs.

Swallowing any signs of stage fright, she checked her fake hair in a mirrored wall, plumped her boobs, and plastered on a smile before making a beeline for her drop-dead gorgeous, future co-star.

She waded through the rough sea of pink-chiffoned up women, snapped out her arm, and took his hand like one of those shaking weight things. Thought she’d blown it until his mouth tilted up into a tempting smile. Dimples. Oh, my. He would be popular with the ladies. Might even help get her noticed by movie producers. Dating this hottie would get her on every front page known to the British public.

“Liz.” She fought to keep focused on his face rather than his thick muscles and rhythmic movements. She couldn’t recall ever seeing a man who could make dancing to All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie so goddamned sexy. His jig was infectious—her arm swayed in beat with his, their hands still clasped together.

“As in Elizabeth?”

“Uh-huh.” The swarm of bridesmaids knitted their brows and pursed their lips. One even stamped her foot. Liz couldn’t help but turning on a sweet smile. “Buh-bye, ladies.”

MORE ABOUT 1NS series: http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com

JoAnne Kenrick

JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and two cheeky cats. When they aren't demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on social networking sites. Travel across the pond and faraway…with JoAnne Kenrick www.joannekenrick.com

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Kindle USA

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Decadent Publishing

AUTHOR SIGNING: 

 http://kindlegraph.com/authors/joannekenrick

JoAnne Kenrick is super appreciative of all the support her readers have given SWEET IRISH KISS. That same support managed to get Sweet Irish Kiss onto several different bestseller lists in several different online retailers, Amazon Kindle being one of them.
She would love to see Devlin's story garner even more success by getting him in the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon. So… If you buy Shamrocked from Amazon Kindle, SCROLL DOWN for the rafflecopter and fill it in with your receipt/reference number amazon emails you after you make your purchase FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE OR A NOOK TABLET.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

YOU SHOULD SEE A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY widget here. If not, then try waiting a minute. Sometimes it can take a while to load. If that doesn't work, it could be the browser you are using. You can enter using the alternative rafflecopter on my facebook page found here: www.facebook.com/joannekenrick. Quite often, rafflecopters don't show up on mobile devices, either.
IF you cannot see the rafflecopter in either instance, msg me your reference/receipt number amazon gives you after a kindle purchase VIA FACEBOOK  joanne.kenrick.50@facebook.com . I will manually enter this on  your behalf.
Contest Terms and Conditions
> Kindle Fire and Nook contest is open to USA residents only. Sorry. International for the giftcards, though.
> The Nook/Kindle reader prizes mentioned will only be awarded IF Shamrocked reaches amazon's top 100 bestseller chart SO SPREAD THE WORD to your friends.
> amazon GCs will be awarded regardless.
> By entering this contest, you are signing up to JoAnne Kenrick's Quarterly Newsletter.
>You have 48hrs to respond to the notification if you win, or a new winner will be drawn.
>No Purchase Necessary.
>This promotion is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, or Blogger/Google. You are providing your information to JoAnne Kenrick and not to Facebook, Twitter, or Blogger/Google. JoAnne Kenrick is the only person who will have access to  the information  you provide, and it will not be forwarded or sold to any third parties (except the publisher if an ebook is the prize).
> We have the right to refuse any entry.
>If for any reason the Contest is not capable of running as planned we have the right to terminate the contest without picking winners.
> You must be over 18 (or 21 depending on your State/country law legal age for viewing/reading adult material) to enter.

Blitz/Giveaway! Shamrocked by Joanne Kenrick

Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell’s Irish Pub, he’s rushed off his feet. Still, he’s envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve’s exclusive agency, 1Night Stand. Pushed for time, he follows his friend’s lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.

At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be The EastEnd co-star. Before she has a chance to confess she’s not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect…for one night of pleasure. She’s ready to play the role of her life!

Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

Will Devlin Kinney’s Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

SHAMROCKED, Irish Kisses book 2, is OUT NOW in most major ebook stores.

Devlin Kinney is the crass Irish charmer who helped Shaun Bell out on his 1Night Stand by packing him up a few surprises in his overnight bag in the HUGE bestseller SWEET IRISH KISS. Surprises both he and Rachel were grateful for. And now you can have all of him because he's back! With his toy box and a 1Night Stand of his own.

Set in Notting Hill, London and the now infamous Bell's Irish Pub in Soho, London.

Bell's Irish Pub is open for business, and Devlin Kinney is serving up one tasty treat.

Mini Excerpt

Surrounded by bridesmaids—the hottest guy in the place. His thick Irish brogue carried over the chattering wedding crowd and bad party songs.

Swallowing any signs of stage fright, she checked her fake hair in a mirrored wall, plumped her boobs, and plastered on a smile before making a beeline for her drop-dead gorgeous, future co-star.

She waded through the rough sea of pink-chiffoned up women, snapped out her arm, and took his hand like one of those shaking weight things. Thought she’d blown it until his mouth tilted up into a tempting smile. Dimples. Oh, my. He would be popular with the ladies. Might even help get her noticed by movie producers. Dating this hottie would get her on every front page known to the British public.

“Liz.” She fought to keep focused on his face rather than his thick muscles and rhythmic movements. She couldn’t recall ever seeing a man who could make dancing to All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie so goddamned sexy. His jig was infectious—her arm swayed in beat with his, their hands still clasped together.

“As in Elizabeth?”

“Uh-huh.” The swarm of bridesmaids knitted their brows and pursed their lips. One even stamped her foot. Liz couldn’t help but turning on a sweet smile. “Buh-bye, ladies.”

MORE ABOUT 1NS series: http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com

JoAnne Kenrick

JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and two cheeky cats. When they aren't demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on social networking sites. Travel across the pond and faraway…with JoAnne Kenrick www.joannekenrick.com

BUYLINKS:

AllRomance

WHSmiths

Kindle USA

Kindle UK

Nook

BookStrand

Decadent Publishing

AUTHOR SIGNING: 

 http://kindlegraph.com/authors/joannekenrick

JoAnne Kenrick is super appreciative of all the support her readers have given SWEET IRISH KISS. That same support managed to get Sweet Irish Kiss onto several different bestseller lists in several different online retailers, Amazon Kindle being one of them.
She would love to see Devlin's story garner even more success by getting him in the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon. So… If you buy Shamrocked from Amazon Kindle, SCROLL DOWN for the rafflecopter and fill it in with your receipt/reference number amazon emails you after you make your purchase FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE OR A NOOK TABLET.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

YOU SHOULD SEE A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY widget here. If not, then try waiting a minute. Sometimes it can take a while to load. If that doesn't work, it could be the browser you are using. You can enter using the alternative rafflecopter on my facebook page found here: www.facebook.com/joannekenrick. Quite often, rafflecopters don't show up on mobile devices, either.
IF you cannot see the rafflecopter in either instance, msg me your reference/receipt number amazon gives you after a kindle purchase VIA FACEBOOK  joanne.kenrick.50@facebook.com . I will manually enter this on  your behalf.
Contest Terms and Conditions
> Kindle Fire and Nook contest is open to USA residents only. Sorry. International for the giftcards, though.
> The Nook/Kindle reader prizes mentioned will only be awarded IF Shamrocked reaches amazon's top 100 bestseller chart SO SPREAD THE WORD to your friends.
> amazon GCs will be awarded regardless.
> By entering this contest, you are signing up to JoAnne Kenrick's Quarterly Newsletter.
>You have 48hrs to respond to the notification if you win, or a new winner will be drawn.
>No Purchase Necessary.
>This promotion is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, or Blogger/Google. You are providing your information to JoAnne Kenrick and not to Facebook, Twitter, or Blogger/Google. JoAnne Kenrick is the only person who will have access to  the information  you provide, and it will not be forwarded or sold to any third parties (except the publisher if an ebook is the prize).
> We have the right to refuse any entry.
>If for any reason the Contest is not capable of running as planned we have the right to terminate the contest without picking winners.
> You must be over 18 (or 21 depending on your State/country law legal age for viewing/reading adult material) to enter.