You don’t want to miss Authors After Dark!

Authors After Dark is coming QUICKLY and OMG this year is going to be INSANE!

As always AAD is about the readers, and the amount of awesome we have put together for you this year, you would be INSANE not to attend….

First, our amazing Master of Ceremonies is none other than Alexandra Ivy! She will be doing a cool little event to celebrate your favorite gargoyle, Levet on Friday! Wanna know more? Check out the FB group where Alex will be talking about the awesome that she has going on!

Torquere and authors BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot will be Sponsoring our Welcome event, the Midnight Rodeo… And it looks like We will have some VERY COOL goodies and… Riding… happening… *SNICKER*

How about Parties? This year we have a special event called the Leather and Lace Ball! Curious? We thought so! Take a ride on the wild side and let your inhibitions fly with five New York Times Bestselling Authors of erotic romance. Cuffs and corsets encouraged.

With:

J. Kenner, Liliana Hart, Carly Phillips, Janelle Denison, Jasinda Wilder and Lorelei James

The ladies will be talking more about this on the FB group starting soon!

New for 2014 is the Paranormal Party! Join over 20 Paranormal authors who will be giving away goodies, some books and hanging out with you to snack and chat! Wanna know what authors are involved? You will have to join the FB group to see!

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And of course, we have the amazing Masquerade Ball! This year it’s the SINS AND VIRTUES BALL! Are you a sin or a virtue? Join us for a wild costumed event! Prizes for the best costumes, including a 200$ gift certificate to Lori Ann Costumes!

Your Sins and Virtues Sponsors:

Sin Lust

Boone Brux

Opal Carew

Sin Pride

BA Tortuga

Andrew Grey

Sin Envy

Stella Price

TJ Michaels

Sin Gluttony

Desiree Holt

Saranna DeWylde

Sin Greed

Ann Mayburn

Heather Long

Sin Sloth

Lizzie T. Leaf

Julie Morgan

Sin Wrath

Stacey Kennedy

Marianne Morea

Virtue Charity

Kerry Adrienne

Trista Ann

Virtue Chastity

Jenn LeBlanc

Annabel Jospeh

Virtue Humility

Milly Taiden

Donna McDonald

Virtue Kindness

CJ Ellisson

Alexandra Ivy

Virtue Temprance

J. Kenner

Sidney

Virtue Diligence

Denise Grover Swank

Jenna McCormick

Virtue Patience

Lousia Bacio

Kallypso masters

And if THAT isn’t enough awesome that will be going on… This year we have an amazing off site costumed event… the Ladies on the Green event sponsored by the AAD Anachronistic Society! This will be an hour and a Half on the famous GREEN in Charlotte (a half block from the hotel). It will be a Costumed event (though Costumes are not required they are encouraged!) to celebrate Gothic, Victorian, steampunk dark historical literature! Your hosts will be: Sahara Kelly, Amanda McIntyre, Leanna Renee Hieber, A.L. Davroe and S.A. Price. Prizes and readings will happen, as well as photo ops!

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And NEVER forget the Amazing Open bar with Mel Schroeder and friends! They have SO MUCH awesome set up for you just before the Bookies… you do NOT wanna miss that!

Getting excited yet? How about some info on the AWESOME mini events we have going on? Ready?

On Wed. Night,  Join Sasha White and Joey W. Hill for a wild party and Q&A, Also, the Blind Date Book Party will be open to start your con right! (If you have never done a BDBP, you are MISSING out! You need to attend, Get your blind date book, find the author that wrote it, and hang out with them!)

Thursday?  Panels up the wazoo, and the Bookie Awards—– goodies and books to be given out! The hangout with The GNO girls lead by CJ Ellisson and Boone Brux for some crazy fun! And if that wasn’t enough?  Readings and a Blogger Sleepover party as well!

Friday? More panels, a games carnival with Nina Gooden and Pals, Name that Author with Cat Johnson, and some other fun surprises!

Saturday? A few panels, the Big ass booksigning with 100 authors,  the Cowboy Stampede party, the Readers Mad Tea Party with Hildie McQueen, An after the bookies event with a special publisher sponsor, And Jess Michaels’ Birthday extravaganza!

SEE? SO MUCH AWESOME! All the authors that are involved with parties will be talking about their involvement on the FB group, so join up and get ready to rock.

Oh? You say you’re not registered for AAD yet? You need to be! All registrants get put in the hat for the welcome party prizes, and these prizes are AMAZING! Breakfast with authors, Booze and Books, side trips to Carrowwinds…. We have a minimum of 90 special prizes…. So…

You need to rock this con! And as if this wasn’t enough…. AAD will be giving away something really awesome to registrants…. Wanna know what?

How about 5 VIP registrations for THE NOVEL EXPERIENCE 2015 in LAS VEGAS? YES… 5!

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 And…

How about this… If we hit 100 more registrations from TODAY April 10th to June 10th, we will give away 2 AAD registrations for 2015…  2!!!!! So get registered, get your room and get ready for one HELL of an amazing year with us!

 JOIN US! WE CAN’T WAIT TO HANGOUT WITH YOU!

 AAD REGISTRATION



Winner Announced: HOT SHOTS Blitz!

CONGRATULATIONS!

The winner of the $50 Amazon Gift Card is:  Cynthia Borgmeyer Clubbs

Thank you to everyone who celebrated the release of HOT SHOTS and joined in on the fun blog tour blitz. It was a blast!! If you haven’t checked out the HOT firefighter anthology yet, click on the cover to learn more…

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Big hugs & kisses!!

~Stacey



Winners Announced: BARED Blitz!!

CONGRATULATIONS!

It’s hard to believe that a month has already gone by since BARED: CLUB SIN released, but somehow it’s just flown by. So, of course, that also means the BARED blitz giveaway has ended. *drum roll*

Huge congrats go out to the winners (picked by Random.Org):

$50 Babeland – Michelle Wilson

$50 Amazon Gift Card –   Skye Kiloh

CLUB SIN SWAG PACKS

1)  Betul E.

2)  Anne

3)  Kat Rellim

4)  Mary Bilowus

5)  Seth Bookjunkie

All the winners have been contacted, so if you’re name is on this list please check your inbox. Thanks again to everyone who entered the giveaway and celebrated the release of BARED with me. Oh, what fun we had!! Stay tuned for the next BIG giveaway that will kick-off on July 22nd with the release of the third CLUB SIN book, DESIRED.

~Stacey



Kerry Adrienne’s giving away a hot book!

Lucky us! My good friend, the fabulous, Kerry Adrienne has stopped by today to share her new sexy story. And she’s giving away a copy of her newest release, ARTIST’S TOUCH!! Leave a comment to be entered in the giveaway. A winner will be drawn on March 3rd! GOOD LUCK!! Thanks for dropping by, Kerry!!

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Artist’s Touch

The Guild, book one (Sculptor’s Desire and Guitarist’s Wish coming soon!)

By Kerry Adrienne

 

 Blurb:

Every starlet wants master painter Kenon Alavi to do her portrait…and more. But Kenon prefers firm to soft and sates his desires with the boyfriends of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers but shunning any attachments.

Wallace Harte’s English degree isn’t helping him find a job and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the Second Coming of Faulkner. Something’s gotta give soon or he’ll be out on the street.

Kenon zeroes in on the bartender at an art exhibition, intending to add him to his long list of conquests, but Wally bolts, initiating a heated game of cat and mouse. Kenon delights in the game until he discovers what Wally is writing. Feeling betrayed, Kenon swears off all entanglements until he reads Wally’s story and discovers true love is sometimes between the pages and not the sheets.

Inside Scoop: This book contains hot, sexy scenes of M/M interaction of an artistic nature. Who knew having your portrait painted could be so hot?

 

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

 

Excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.

An Excerpt From: ARTIST’S TOUCH

Copyright © KERRY ADRIENNE, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Another day, another drink for those who had dollars. Wally slipped the candied cherry into the Manhattan and handed the glass to the tall brunette leaning against the bar. With barely a nod, the woman slinked away as if on skates, joining one of the clusters of patrons waiting on Kenon Alavi’s arrival. The artist, notorious for being late, probably wouldn’t arrive for another ten minutes at least. Light jazz floated through the air from the ensemble set up in the far corner and spots of colored lights beamed up the walls to the tall ceilings that arched over the studio space. This would make a great setting for a novel, Wally mused. Too bad he didn’t have the plot to go along with it. His creativity had hit an impasse as cliché as the proverbial brick wall.

“Martini. Wet and stirred, no olive, no twist.” The man put his hand on the bar and looked over his shoulder toward the gallery door. “I’m tired of waiting. Don’t care how special Alavi thinks he is, my time’s important too.” He tapped his fingers on the bar. “Annoying bastard. Wouldn’t be here if my wife wasn’t so keen on having him paint her.”

Wally pulled out the glass for the martini, not speaking to the customer. He’d been hired to make drinks, not socialize. The man was just complaining anyway. He wasn’t really expecting a conversation, especially from the bartender. Plus, tonight Wally had to remember all the different highbrow cocktails. He rarely served anything but beer and frozen drinks back at the Cellar Bar. He poured the vermouth into the sloped glass, then stirred the concoction. As long as Mr. Alavi paid his wage, who cared when he actually showed up? His gala, his schedule.

“Told her we could get a portrait done for a lot less but she insists on this guy.” The finger tapping grew more vigorous. “He’s refused her calls for two months now. Arrogant bastard.”

Wally nodded and set the drink in front of the man. Mr. Alavi sounded like a typical snobby artist. Big surprise. “Here you go, sir. Wet and stirred. No olive, no twist.”

“Top shelf?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow. He toyed with the rim of the glass, running his finger around it as if he was checking for chips.

“It’s all we serve,” Wally mumbled, wiping up a few drops of condensation from the top of the bar. Alavi’s guests were snobby too. “Only the best.” Bottles of fine alcohol that could pay off his student loans with cash left over for a few months of rent. He looked out over the room of people. Wealth and privilege as far as he could see, well, except for the musicians in the corner. He smiled. At least they were making a living off their art. One day he would too—if he could ever shed his writer’s block.

The man shrugged and tipped up the glass, finishing off the cocktail in one gulp. He held the glass to the light and examined it, then set it on the bar. “Good thing Alavi has an open bar at this reception. Otherwise, I’d leave right now, no matter what my wife said. I’ll take another, please. The same.” He resumed his tapping.

Wally took out a new glass and prepared the man’s drink. The jazz music was making him sleepy. He’d much prefer something a little more lively. Having spent the previous night out on the town dancing to a club beat didn’t help. But he couldn’t refuse the extra money this bartending gig would put in his pocket. He pushed the glass over to the man and tried not to yawn.

Silence hit the entire room at once, echoing off the vaulted ceiling in thick waves. Someone gasped, then the patrons broke into applause. Mr. Alavi had arrived. The large front doors banged closed and the music softened.

Drink forgotten, the man strode off to join the mass of bodies that now moved as one as they pushed toward the door where Mr. Alavi waited to be greeted. Wally squinted to see what the excitement was but the crowd blocked his sightline. He’d heard the artist put on quite the spectacle and with the number of people and amount of money spent on the reception tonight, he didn’t doubt it for a second.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea in front of Moses and a man walked toward the grand doors that led to the open studio in the back of the room.

Wally stared.

Mr. Alavi’s stopped to shake hands with a tall gentleman and then moved on through the crowd. Light glinted like a beacon off the silver brooch at his throat. Murmurs filled the room—whispers, really. Like a creature of the night, Mr. Alavi was dressed in black from head to toe with a few flashes of silver sparkle sprinkled here and there. God, why did all the handsome men have to be rich and unattainable? Alavi was probably straight too. Life was definitely not fair.

Wally reached for the two martini glasses and bumped one over. He caught the stem of the second one just as the glass bowl shattered against the bar. His heart pounded and blood rushed to his ears. When he looked up, Mr. Alavi was staring at him, looking him right in the eye with a piercing gaze and unreadable expression. Everyone in the room watched. Wally’s face flooded with heat and sweat trickled down the back of his tuxedo shirt. Fuck.

“Sorry,” he stammered to no one in particular.

Before anyone could respond, Mr. Alavi moved in his direction and Wally’s throat tightened. Would he fire him on the spot? He began picking up pieces of glass and dropping them into the bar wastebasket, avoiding Mr. Alavi’s approach. Way to go, Wally, blow your chance to earn some extra cash. The one glass probably cost more than the night’s wages.

He bent to drop a large piece of glass into the trashcan, still holding on to the marble bar with his free hand. He squeezed his eyes closed. He’d get through this. Bile rushed into his throat. Why did he always screw things up? He took a deep breath. What was the worst thing that could happen? He’d been fired before and for worse offences.

A warm hand covered his, sending a wave of fear up his arm. Wally stood, coming face-to-face with Mr. Alavi. Wally wanted to pull his hand away and run but fifty wealthy snobs would stop him before he made it to the front door and onto the New York streets. He was trapped.

“Everything okay?” Mr. Alavi asked, his voice as smooth and dark as his slick black satin shirt.

Wally met the man’s gaze—green eyes lined in kohl, set in warm skin that shimmered in the bar light. Black spiky hair dusted with glitter.

Mr. Alavi squeezed his hand and Wally shivered.

“I said, is everything okay?”

“Y-y-yes,” Wally stammered. Even from over the bar, he could tell that Mr. Alavi was tall, well over six feet. His shoulders broadened and then tapered to trim hips. Wally’s mouth filled with saliva. The man was hot. Even if he was about to fire him for breaking the barware.

Avoiding eye contact, Wally studied the black leather jacket Mr. Alavi wore. It was no rental but made to slip around his body like water, hugging the right places, with a few silver studs and spikes on one shoulder. Designer-made, no doubt. In place of a tie, he wore a silver serpent brooch pinned at the neck, its eyes made of tiny rubies and its forked tongue licking out.

Wally gulped and his already-warm face burned. The man must think he was an idiot, drooling and fumbling like a fool. The crowd had gone back to chattering and mumbling but a few people still glared toward the bar, probably annoyed that Wally had taken the artist’s attention away. Mr. Alavi lifted his hand and pulled Wally farther down the bar, away from the rest of the broken glass. The artist looked out at the crowd. Wally didn’t see the look he gave them but anyone staring suddenly turned away and ignored the scene at the bar. The man had the power, no question about it. This was his scene and his alone. Wally’s pulse quickened. At least he wouldn’t be totally humiliated by stares when Alavi fired him.

“What’s your name?” Alavi asked, squeezing Wally’s hand.

“W-w-wall…Wallace Harte, sir. I’m sorry I broke the glass.”

He brushed away Wally’s comment with his free hand. “Ah. An unusual name. Wally for short?”

Wally nodded and gulped down the panic in his throat.

“Call me Kenon,” the artist said, stretching out his name in a French-sounding accent. He ran his thumb over Wally’s knuckles in a slow circular motion and Wally closed his eyes.

The scant hairs on his arm stood erect and he hoped Kenon couldn’t feel how damp his palm was beneath his grasp or how his pulse beat a frantic escape rhythm. From the corner, the music started playing again and the low murmur of the crowd drowned the silence in his ears. Deep breath.

“Thank you, sir,” Wally said. He opened his eyes and met Kenon’s gaze. For a moment, he stared into Kenon’s green eyes, pausing to fully examine them. Enhanced with dark eyeliner, the artist’s eyes almost glowed with feral sparkle. Predatory. Waiting. Wally looked down, not daring to move his hand. Mr. Alavi must be quite the lady-killer. Who wouldn’t want to be with him?

“Time to open the show, Mr. Alavi,” a gallery aide said, sidling up to Kenon at the edge of the bar. “Everyone’s getting impatient.” Wally had seen the aides milling around, making sure things stayed perfect. It must cost a fortune to produce an event like this.

“This is my show. Let them wait,” Kenon growled and clamped down on Wally’s hand.

The aide looked at Wally and smirked. “I’m sure the bartender won’t mind talking to you after the show.” He emphasized the word “bartender” as if it were a dirty word.

Kenon snapped his head and turned to the man. “I said I’m busy.” This growl was louder and deeper and the aide’s eyes widened and his shoulders tensed.

“Yes, sir,” he said and backed away, hands up.

Wally began to shake. He tried to tell himself it was from the air-conditioning but he knew it was from a mixture of fear and longing to be near this mysterious man. The artist must always have a rapt audience. Despite his growling, everyone seemed to be taken in by his charm. Kenon milked Wally’s finger in a stroking rhythm and Wally clenched his thighs together, willing his dick to be still. Kenon was too close and it was a good thing the bar was between them or things could get embarrassing.

“Now,” Kenon said. He tugged Wally’s hand close to his chest, tightening his grip once again. “Lean in so I can whisper what I have to tell you. Privacy you know.” He smiled, a tight line of control.

Wally leaned toward Kenon, drawing in a deep breath of what was likely the most expensive cologne he’d ever smell, combined with a fresh scent that could have been makeup or fine-milled soap. Underlying everything was an all-male scent of danger combined with sex and power. The bar was cold against his chest but the man’s breath was hot in his ear. “Yes?” he asked, voice trembling. “I’m sorry I broke the glass.”

“I said I’m not worried about the glass.”

“What, then?” Wally squeaked out.

“Why are you shaking?” Kenon touched his nose to Wally’s earlobe and Wally tensed. “Am I too close?”

“I…I…don’t know,” Wally said, his breath stuttering in his throat. Why was he shaking? He’d not had a boyfriend in ages but had never responded to man’s presence so strongly and so urgently before. Especially a straight man. At least not while he was sober.

Kenon pressed closer and his warmth radiated over Wally’s neck and face. Wally stood statue-still under the assault of heat. “I want to see you after the show,” Kenon whispered. “Will you stay around? To…talk…”

Wally nodded. Was he in trouble?

“Goooood,” Kenon blew. “See you then.” His lips brushed Wally’s ear and then he nipped it gently, holding on to the lobe for a second before releasing it. Wally shuddered as heat jolted straight to his groin. Why was Kenon flirting? Wasn’t he straight? And why was he so close? Wally squirmed as his pants tightened and his dick disobeyed the order to stand down. The ruby eyes of the serpent brooch glinted as Kenon pulled away.

Viper.

Just as quickly as Kenon had latched on to Wally’s hand, he dropped it. Turning, he sauntered off as if he were strolling along a promenade without a care. The crowd, cued into his movement, followed him through the open doors to the main exhibit hall. Wally stared after him, watching the people meander into the larger room where Kenon’s latest paintings would be unveiled.

What had just happened? And why had he agreed to meet Kenon after the show? He knew better than to tempt fate with an employer, especially one he was so attracted to and who was so out of his league. He always screwed things up. He adjusted himself and sighed. What did he have to lose?

 

Add Artist’s Touch to your Goodread’s shelf HERE.

 

About the Author:

Kerry writes about love in its many forms, and enjoys exploring the dynamics of relationships and the quandaries people get themselves into. She lives in suburbia, but is making plans to escape to the ocean and NYC, as both places hold a piece of her heart.

You can connect with Kerry here:

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Facebook

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You can purchase Artist’s Touch here:

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Cover Reveal: DESIRED: CLUB SIN #3!

It’s an exciting day, friends! Today the cover of DESIRED, CLUB SIN #3 is being revealed!! This cover couldn’t be more perfect for Kyler–who as some of you know is my favorite hero in the CLUB SIN series. Well, Porter might take his place when I write TAMED, but don’t tell Kyler, ‘kay?!

Coming July 22nd, the next book in the CLUB SIN series:

USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy does it again with – Desired, the latest seductive, electrifying novel of Club Sin, where fantasy becomes reality.

Kyler Morgan, Master at the legendary Club Sin in Las Vegas, knows how to give women what they want—too well. He hasn’t had a real challenge in a long time. Then Ella Snow enters his life. Beautiful, inhibited, and innocent in the ways of submission and domination, Ella is the new blood he’s been lusting after. Soon, the thrill of training her to embrace his world brings forth desires Kyler cannot control.

After ending an abusive relationship, Ella makes a promise to herself to start living life to the fullest. It’s one of the reasons she seeks out Club Sin. Here, Kyler’s every touch is a lesson in liberation, stirring passions that have no bounds. But as she falls under Kyler’s command, Ella discovers that some secrets are so dark they must come to light. Submission alone may not be enough to save her, leaving her Master with only one question: How can he help Ella heal while unlocking the deep pleasures she craves?

 

Ready to see the cover?!

Check it out here at Romance at Random!

 

Or visit any of the participating book bloggers below. A huge thank you to everyone for helping show off this SEXY cover!

The Bookish Babe

Lynn’s Book Blog

Paromantasy

MsRomanticReads

Books-n-Kisses

Book Lover Sue

The Book Hangover

Lost in Books

Book Devotee

All I Want and More

Book 2 Book

Nette’s Bookshelf

Carpe-Diem

Mama Knows Best

About That Story

A Chick Who Reads

Illustrious Illusions

Kristin Elyon

Talk Supe

Sisterly Book Bonding

Celestial Reviews

Doctor’s Notes

Read Between the Lines

Booked and Loaded

Romancing the Darkside

What I’m Reading

Books Books & More Books

Chapter by Chapter

Book Reviews and More

Ripe for Reader

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3 Chicks After Dark

Toots Book Reviews

Renne Entress’s Blog

The Book Bellas

Hesperia Loves Books

Rage Sex and Teddy Bears

Diane’s Book Blog

Clue Review

The Naughty Vixen

According to Squenn

Lynn’s Romance Enthusiasm

There Will Be Another Sunrise

So Much 2 Say

Me and Reading

SJ Maylee

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Romancing the Reader

Deluged with Books

Steamy Guys After Dark

The Book Cellar

Dr. Pepper Diva

My Favorite Things

Kate George

 



Release Day: HOT SHOTS & GIVEAWAY!

Woo hoo! HOT SHOTS is NOW released!! I’m thrilled to be part of this anthology with the fabulous authors, Anne Marsh & Lynn LaFleur. We have a FUN day planned to celebrate the release of HOT SHOTS. Check out all the cool posts going on today:

Nothing like hot firefighters to send up sparks post at The Happy Ever After blog at USATODAY.com – click HERE.

What song inspired Five-Alarm Masquerade? Click HERE to find out!

Be sure to join us tonight at the Facebook party to WIN cool prizes! You can join the event HERE.

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ISBN-13: 9780758288950
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
Publication date: 2/25/2014

Sexy as sin and hot as hell, these firefighters smolder with passion and burn with desire. . .

“Fired Up” by Anne Marsh

Hannah Green watches for wildfires from an isolated fire tower in Sequoia National Park by day and radios Cajun firefighter Cole Henry at night to share carnal fantasies hot enough to start a forest fire. . .
“Sizzle” by Lynn LaFleur

When photojournalist Maysen Halliday arrives in Lanville to take calendar pictures of the sexiest firefighters in Texas, red hot Fire Chief Clay Spencer makes her want him for her own personal centerfold…
“Five-Alarm Masquerade” by Stacey Kennedy

With her home destroyed in a fire, Abby has only the muscular arms of a rock hard firefighter to hold her up and the dream of blazing hot nights of pure erotic pleasure to keep her going. . .
This book contains adult content

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Excerpt from Fire-Alarm Masquerade by Stacey Kennedy:

On her tulip-lined pathway, Abby Hill stood, unable to move, barely able to breathe. She stared in horror as harsh smoke drifted through the air and fire licked out of the bedroom window of her Federal-style row house.
Firefighters passed by in a blur, portraying a sense of calm in the chaos. Though she’d heard things like possible electrical fire discussed among the men, the voices around her were distant. She wrapped her arms around herself, tears dampening her cheeks.
“Miss, you need to back up,” a low, smooth voice said.
“This can’t be happening,” Abby managed through her tight throat.
Firm hands gripped her arms and turned her to face warm green eyes with hints of brown around the irises. The firefighter, decked out in full work uniform with a 4 on his black hat, had dark soot on the right side of his squared jaw. His brows drew together with his frown. “Is this your house?”
Abby never thought of herself as a person who showed emotions to a stranger. Now, she could hide nothing. “Oh, God . . .” Hot sickness rolled through her and the world got dizzy, real fast.
His grip on her arms tightened. “I’m taking that as a yes.”
Before she could drop to the cement below, she found those firm hands belonged to strong arms as the fireman tugged her into his powerful body. He lowered her to the ground, settling her between his legs.
Abby pressed her head against his rough coat, which smelled richer with smoke than what lingered in the air. She held on tight to the coarse material, unable to let go.
Quick minutes passed, and soon the wooziness faded. All but sitting in his lap, she noticed the smoke wasn’t nearly as thick. When her spun around thoughts centered, that’s when she realized something didn’t make sense. “Why is my bedroom window broken?”
The firefighter’s thick thighs pressed against her, as did his arms. “We needed to break the window to evacuate the heat and smoke before we put out the fire.”
Somehow, being in his arms made facing what happened easier, or maybe the shock had worn off and she could process better. She noticed that no other windows were broken in her house. “Was the fire only in my bedroom?”
“Yes, you got lucky.” He shifted on his knees, yet didn’t move away. “The fire was contained to the master bedroom.”
She gulped. “Lucky?”
He hesitated, and all the pressure around her faded before he squeezed his arms. “I’m afraid you can’t enter your house until the chief gives you the all clear. Do you have someone you can stay with?”
She gripped his coat, resting her head against his arm, tears trailing over her hot face. Though she noticed the firefighters coming in and out of house, and heard the loud conversations going on around her, she didn’t care she sobbed in front of strangers. “It’s gone.”
He leaned away and his gentle eyes held hers. “Abby Hill? Is that what I heard the police say?” She nodded and he waited for the car with the loud muffler to pass before he added, “What you have is a partial loss, Abby. Yes, your bedroom is gone. The rest of your upstairs might have smoke and water damage, but your insurance will cover it.”
She understood why he looked to her as if she was overreacting. In the scheme of things, this didn’t seem all that bad. “I don’t care about the rest of the house.” Her voice cracked. “The photos of my family were in my bedroom.” Ten years ago, a car accident had stolen away her parents, younger brother, and older sister. “It’s all I had of them. There’s nothing left.”
He rubbed her back, giving an understanding nod. “I’m sorry.”
Somehow, his response was better than, “At least you weren’t hurt, or it could’ve been worse.” Though there were positives in her current hell, it didn’t change the fact that every picture she had of her family was likely destroyed. Nothing else remained that proved they’d ever existed, except for their gravestones.
A moment passed as his eyes searched hers. “You have no other family that would have some photos?” “Both my parents didn’t have siblings. There are a few friends of the family . . .” Her chest ached. “Possibly they have some, but it’s not . . .”
“Not the special pictures of you and your family,” he offered.
Her chin quivered. “Exactly.”
His lips pinched with his regard of her. The firefighter excelled at serving the public, she actually believed he felt bad for her. While she knew she should let him go, being a complete stranger and all, she couldn’t find it in herself to tear herself away.
Staring into his piercing eyes, she had the oddest sense that he didn’t want her to either. Something so sweet and pure passed in the air between them. A sensation of understanding that at this moment she needed more than anything. And how did that make any sense?
Why was being in a stranger’s arms providing her with such warmth and familiarity, and more than anything making her feel this safe?
“Where is she?” a familiar feminine voice snapped. “And if you dare tell me again that I can’t see Abby, I’ll remove your manly bits, you giant ass!”
Abby glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of Sierra, dressed in her typical black skirt and red blouse. Abby didn’t know how Sierra found out about the fire, but she didn’t care; she needed her best friend.
Sierra’s blue eyes were narrowed and her bright red lipstick covered her frown as she gave the firefighter a glare promising a painful death. After a good stare down, the man gestured in Abby’s direction, then Sierra rushed forward. She yanked Abby into her arms. “Jesus, sweetie. Can you believe they wouldn’t let me through to see you?”
“It’s all gone.” Abby rested her head against Sierra’s shoulder, hugging her tight. “They’re gone.”
Sierra paused, then heaved a sigh. “Shit, this is awful. I’m so sorry, Abby.”
Of course, Sierra understood the depth of Abby’s despair. Sierra had been there the night they worked on their high-school assignment together. That fateful night Abby didn’t go for her brother’s special dinner to celebrate his touchdown at the football game, and the night where the car carrying her entire family collided with the transport truck.
Leaning away from Sierra, Abby looked into her best friend’s teary eyes. “That’s all I had of them.”
Sierra gathered Abby’s hands. “You don’t have any pictures in your attic or storage?”
Abby shook her head. “I kept everything in my bedroom in a memory box. I wanted to scan them all, keep them safe, but—”
“Don’t do that to yourself,” Sierra interjected with a soft voice. “You’re not to blame for this. It’s a horrible accident.”
Abby remembered hearing something similar from her therapist. Not that she thought she could’ve prevented the car accident that killed her family, but her guilt for not being with them that night had stayed with her for a long time.
With her therapist’s voice in her head reminding her she couldn’t stay in the past and mourn things she couldn’t change, she pushed off the cement pathway. She glanced around, seeing that the entire neighborhood was watching from the other side of the street, and she didn’t want to process the loss of photos under the scrutiny of onlookers.
Sierra must’ve read Abby’s thoughts, since she reached up and fixed Abby’s hair. There wasn’t a day that Sierra had let Abby walk out the door with a strand of hair out of place. She ran her fingers under Abby’s eyes, clearing away her mascara. “Let’s get out of here.” She gave a small smile, wiggling her eyebrows. “Unless you’d rather stay in the arms of that sexy firefighter.”
Abby blinked. “Who’s sexy?”
Sierra snorted. “Seriously?” She grasped Abby’s shoulders. “When I found you, you were in the arms of that.”
Abby spun to face the house and she discovered a man whom she suspected was the fire marshal, dressed in a blue uniform. “Am I missing something, or are you suddenly digging older guys?”
“Older guys?” Sierra stepped in next to Abby, then she frowned. “Ew, not that guy.” She gestured to the garden off to the right. “That guy.”
Abby followed Sierra’s direction and her mouth dropped open. Though the firefighter’s attire made the man look bulky, she wondered how much of that was the gear, or if his thickness was due to a muscular body.
Standing near her front window, he chatted to another firefighter, who was slightly shorter than him. The height difference made the taller firefighter look masculine. He’d clearly noticed them ogling, since he caught her gaze.
Under his direct stare, funny things happened low in her belly. Odd, strange happenings, considering seconds ago, a soul-crippling despair had overwhelmed her. The fireman’s features portrayed more than confidence, more than strength, but she thought that came from the sexy, arrogant twinkle in his eye.
The firefighter broke the connection, and Abby exhaled. He turned to the other man and exchanged words. Then hotness packaged in firefighter gear approached. Similar to when she watched her bedroom burn, she froze.
She knew, with total certainty, her reaction was absurd. Her bedroom was destroyed, along with precious pictures, but her body flared with a heat so addictive and intoxicating.
Over Abby’s shoulder, Sierra whistled. “Holy hell—all he needs is the fire burning behind him and we’d have one of those perfect calendar shots.”
“No kidding,” Abby agreed.
On his way down the pathway, Abby scanned over his black boots, to the thick pants she knew had suspenders, and images of a shirtless man filled her mind. She swallowed, forced herself to stop thinking in the gutter, and focused on appropriate places, like his face.
That didn’t help much—he had a chiseled face with masculine features, all making him way too noticeable. Lifting her gaze, she looked past his kissable lips that held a slight arch in the corners, and when his piercing eyes captured hers, she finally released the breath she’d be holding.
Whoa . . .
He was drop-dead gorgeous.
Once the firefighter reached her, he smiled. “You look like you’re feeling better.”
Abby blinked.
Sierra elbowed her in the side. “She’s much better, thank you.”
“Glad to hear it.” His voice wasn’t too deep, but low enough to sound smooth. “Do you have somewhere to stay, Abby?”
Her mind stuttered under how he said her name. As if he wasn’t stating a name, but the one word held powers making her feel like he noticed her, too. A hot shiver slid right down to her toes. “Um . . .”
“She can stay with me,” Sierra interjected with a laugh. “Unless you’re offering—”
Abby jabbed Sierra hard in the side and Sierra cursed.
The firefighter chuckled, focusing on Abby. “Please give the chief the address and telephone number where you’ll be staying so he can get in touch with you. You’ll also want to contact your insurance company right away.”
She parted her lips to respond, yet closed them a second later.
Eyes squinting, lit with a twinkle of mischief, he said, “All right, Abby, you’re good to go.” His eyebrows creased. “Again, I’m sorry about your home.” He hesitated. “And your pictures.”
He turned, walking down her pathway.
Abby stared after him, her mind snapping into focus. On a gasp, she hurried to reach him. Just as he neared her front door, she grasped his bicep, giving his coat a tug. “Wait!”
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at her hand before his gaze lifted. She nearly melted into a puddle of goo right there on her front porch. “Thank you for holding me like that. I know it’s not in the job description.”
He tipped his hat, giving a soft smile. “Maybe it should be.”



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Squeeeeeeee!! OMG! BARED hit the USA Today Bestseller List. Readers, I heart you. Muah! *flails*

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Release Day: Bared (Club Sin #2)!

“A seductively haunting tale of control and surrender!” BARED (Club Sin #2) is on-sale now for $3.99! Yippee!!! Check it out HERE!

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~Stacey

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Prepare to be Bared…

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Publisher: Loveswept
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ISBN: 9780804178884
Release date: February 10, 2014

“Bared is a seductively haunting tale of control and surrender that will tantalize existing fans of the series, while enticing new readers into the passionate world of Club Sin.” ~Eliza Gayle, New York Times bestselling author of SUBMISSIVE BEAUTY

“A hot blend of raw sensuality, this is an author to watch!” ~Eden Bradley, author of THE DARK GARDEN and DANGEROUSLY BOUND

 

In a novel that’s perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, Stacey Kennedy returns to Club Sin with another wicked and wild tale of submission, seduction, and love.

At Las Vegas’s exclusive Club Sin, Aidan Knight is the Master, unleashing the erotic yearnings of his submissive lovers. But his dominant façade conceals a devastating loss—something he instantly recognizes in his personally trained submissive Cora Adams. Sworn to unearth her secrets, Aidan uses his seductive skills to ignite her wildest desires until Cora yields to the pleasure she can find only with him.

Cora came to the BDSM club to act out her sub-and-dom fantasies without ever revealing the heartbreak that haunts her. But Aidan’s masterful touch is bringing her closer to the edge . . . and deeper into a world of control and surrender. He refuses to allow her to submit to any other man—nor does she want to. It’s a dangerous game they’re playing. For as they give in to passion, they must lay bare their souls for a love that could heal—and free—them both.

Bared is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences. 

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Club Sin Blog Tour: Sexy Bared Excerpt!

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I couldn’t be more thrilled that the BARED Blog Tour has landed on my site. Why? Because I can share a SEXY excerpt that I know I won’t get in trouble for sharing. So, YAH, for just a good ol’ smokin’ hot flogging scene!!

Can you believe that release day is only 4 days away? SO EXCITING! I cannot wait to hear what you all think of Aidan and Cora’s story. It was an emotional roller coaster for me, and I hope you all enjoy another visit to CLUB SIN!!

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…

 

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Bared Excerpt — Happy Reading:

Adrenaline flowed through him and the weight of the floggers straightened his back. The first flogger gave a hard thumping sensation, while the new flogger offered a sting; the perfect combinations to send Cora into the highest forms of pleasure. To prove only he made her go wild under his mastery.

He returned to her and studied her slow but controlled breaths. The sight of her tied to the pole with a bright red ass sent a pleasurable shiver through him. He gazed over her sweaty flesh and inhaled her spicy scent, with hints of musk alongside it. Her body spoke to him with the hard trembles, the softness in her stance begging him to push her and take her deeper into euphoria.

With a slowly building smile, he raised them both in a crisscross motion, sending the floggers out as they thudded onto her bottom. Without giving her a moment to catch up, he unleashed again onto her stinging cheek.

Cora’s muscles became rigid, her earsplitting gasp sliding across him. “Yeah, beautiful,” he murmured, “Fall into me.”

He paused and waited until her body softened and she accepted the sting, morphing it into pleasure. Then his feet moved swiftly and quietly over the floor. The only sound was the floggers touching her flesh and her seductive moans.

Now he had her trapped in his dominance. She was strapped to a pole with nowhere to run. And she couldn’t avoid him.

Each smack became an extension of his touch, bringing her higher into the peak of ecstasy. Her entire body shook, and her breath shortened into heady pants, urging him to push further.

On my terms, darlin’ . . . always on my terms.

As he put both floggers in one hand, his lungs expanded to the fullest through deep, satisfied breaths. Consumed by the desire to be close to her, he slid his hand over her sweat-coated hip to the junction between her thighs. He chuckled, low and deep. “Only you could be this wet from a flogging.”

She groaned.

Her hot and ready sex spoke of her hunger. Her harsh breathing screamed desperation. The musky scent of her honey brought fiery need to his cock. He nudged her thigh, pushing her legs away from the pole as he slid his fingers over her slit, gathering her arousal. “Open for me, wider now.” Then he smacked her bottom with both floggers.

With a sigh sending a harsh burn through him, she shifted her feet, and he slipped his fingers through her soaked folds. He slid his fingers up to her clit and swirled the nerves, and her low, unadulterated moan engulfed him. Each press against the bud made her pant an intoxicating sound. Every hit of leather against skin had her screaming in pleasure.

His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he became drunk on her pleasure. He didn’t relent, pushing her harder, demanding she tumble into his command. Only when her body quivered in a need to denote did he step away. He smacked her flaming ass with a round of intense slaps, cutting through the air.

Her unrestrained scream followed.

He lowered the floggers and she stopped breathing, as she froze in the peak of her pleasure. His muscles quivered in need to slam into her until they both drowned in ecstasy. She was ready. She was there, trapped in his mastery.

She had awakened only for him, always for him.

Aidan dropped the floggers onto the tray and grabbed the condom. His fingers trembled when he dropped his boxers and pants, and he bit his lip as his arms tingled with the application of the condom.

He returned to her, manic energy flowing through him. Her skin was hot and sweaty, and he grunted as he grabbed her hips, angling her out. Her back stretched, and pressure added to her wrists from the ropes binding her. He ran his hands over her bottom, relishing the heat of her flesh and the deep, dark color.

With a full appreciative sweep, his gaze lowered, and her spectacular heart-shaped ass mesmerized him. I need you—I need this, just as you need me. He placed his throbbing cock at her slit and swiftly entered her.

The surge of pleasure crossed his eyes and his fingers tightened on her hips. He plunged deep, shamelessly taking what we wanted. See how you shake under my touch? See how I make you scream? See how you unravel? 

Only I do this to you.

 

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Club Sin blog tour: Want to know what happened to Dmitri & Presley after Claimed?!

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Blog tour kick-off with a look back at Aidan & Cora in CLAIMED – find it here!

Just gotta know what happened to Dmitri & Presley after CLAIMED, read about it here!

Find out how I took the BDSM to the next level with BARED here!

Read a never before seen excerpt here!

Learn about how the idea for BARED came from CLAIMED here!