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Smashwords 50% Off Winter Sale! #sale #books #bargains

Hi folks,

And a very Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate! I’m writing this post quite some time in advance, but hopefully I’m having a nice day now and relaxing, too! 😉

Anyway, for those of you with shiny new eReaders ready to be filled with books, or those of you just looking for something to read if you’ve got some time off work, look no further! Myself and one of my publishers, Tirgearr Publishing, are taking part in the Smashwords winter sale. This means that most of my titles have 50% off. I say most because not all titles are eligible, so please check out the link below – you should easily be able to spot which books you can bag for a bargain price:

**My Smashwords Author Page**

Or head here to check out the rest of Tirgearr’s titles in the sale.

I hope you enjoy the rest of the festive period, and…

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Check Out the Tirgearr Publishing Winter Sale! #sale #99c #tirgearr @tirgearr

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to let you know about this amazing sale one of my publishers has put together. Tirgearr’s winter sale includes a bunch of authors across lots of genres, so there’s something for everyone here! My erotica menage book, A Menu with a Difference, has been reduced to just 99c/p, so be sure and pop it in your stocking.

Head over to the Tirgearr homepage now and check out the graphic – each author’s book is linked from their name.

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

More Than Words – A Guest Post by Becky Flade (@beckyflade)

I started high school in September 1990 [edited to correct a typo that had me starting high school in 1900], a time when hair rock ruled absolutely. I had the concert rigged lighter – that on more than one occasion set my Aqua Net brick of teased out bangs on fire – and a denim jacket with all the lyrics to Civil War printed on it in black sharpie.

Close to twenty-five years later, I walked down the aisle to a piano solo of GnR’s seminal November Rain. We didn’t realize at the time that we were accidentally recreating the video, that bulb didn’t light until we were on our honeymoon, but we didn’t care.

A Love RestrainedA Love Restrained, my new romantic suspense releasing October 4th, though set in present day Philadelphia, involves the romance between a good girl and a bad boy who harbored crushes on the other from afar in high school during the first half of the 90’s. They reunite under the most of unlikely of circumstances and find a mature love that endures the deadliest of secrets. It only felt right to mainline the music of their teen years [and mine] while I wrote, and while I edited, and as a result there are references, subtle and overt, throughout the book.

Sadly digital remasters don’t have the same sound, the same glory, the same character, vinyl did. And I miss sitting for hours beside the radio, tape queued up, waiting for that *one* song to play so I could hit record. God, I wish I had some of those mix tapes now. But the music holds up. I found old favorites I hadn’t heard in years. And goofy crap that still makes me smile and sway my hips like Miley Cyrus partying in the USA.

Everything about A Love Restrained is my very own personal love letter, to my husband, my youth, the city I’ve always called my home, and the music that provided the soundtrack to my adolescence.

A few favorites:

More Than Words

Heaven

High Enough

Close My Eyes Forever

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

I want to put together a power ballad playlist for the book on my youtube channel. Help me? Share with me, Lucy and her fans the name of your favorite power ballad in the comments below and I’ve got a free book for a randomly drawn commenter. Good luck and party on!

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About the book:

Philadelphia police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving. She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on throughout her teen years has turned into a more dangerous and more attractive man.

Jayson Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker. As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time and again when he knows he shouldn’t.

Even when his secrets threaten them both.

Where to purchase A Love Restrained

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | iBooks | Kobo

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About the author:

Home is where the heart is and Becky makes hers with her very own knight in slightly tarnished armor, their three daughters, son-in-law, two grandsons, and their psychotic cat Jaxon. When she’s not busy living her own happily ever after, she’s writing about someone else’s.

Contact Details:

beckyfladeauthor@gmail.com

http://www.beckyfladeauthor.com/

https://www.facebook.com/BeckyFlade

https://twitter.com/beckyflade

http://www.amazon.com/Becky-Flade/

http://www.goodreads.com/Becky_Flade

Sign up for Becky’s quarterly newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/7WDZj

Abbey MacMunn Talks the Exotic Far East and Terrible Cooking (@abbeymacmunn) #tirgearr

In One Night in Kuala Lumpur, my erotic romance novella, artist Ziva Clarke visits the exotic Far East with three ‘S’s on her mind.

Sketch whatever inspires her.

Soak up the amazing culture.

Savour the exotic food.

However, when she meets the troubled businessman Sam Tempest, that’s not the only thing beginning with ‘S’ that she has on her mind! 😉

Like Ziva, when I visited Malaysia I was in awe of their diverse culture, the beautiful landscapes and the modern, vibrant cities. I tried many exotic foods, some of which I was probably better off not knowing what was in them, but that’s where the similarities end. I took with me the memories and even tried some of the recipes at home.

Alas, I am not a good cook. I’m a mum of four, I manage, just, and I haven’t given anyone food poisoning yet! My kids constantly remind me of my culinary disasters. While my intentions are good, and there hasn’t been a Bridget Jones’ blue soup incident yet, there have been plenty more.

Like the Fishless Fish Pie.

I swear I spooned a pound and a half of fish into the white sauce, covered it with mashed potato and popped it into the oven, but when we came to eat it, the fish had mysteriously disappeared. We ended up eating what was basically potato in white sauce. Yum!

Then there was the Lasagne Disaster.

Normally, I’m not too bad with lasagne, but this particular one, I decided to try out my new dried herb set. ‘Give it a bit of extra flavour,’ I thought, or as the top chefs like to say, ‘Elevate something ordinary into something worthy of a Michelin star restaurant.’ Well, needless to say, I over-did the oregano and basil and the thing tasted like a herb garden.

Another meal catastrophe was the Roast Dinner Salmonella Scare.

In my defence, we’d just moved into a new house and I was using an unfamiliar oven. We were hungry, the oven was taking forever to cook anything so I turned up the temperature. I burnt the roast potatoes but the chicken was so uncooked we had to throw it away.

So is there anything I can cook?

I’m happy to say, yes there is! A lemon dessert, a recipe handed down from my mum. It’s so delicious I get asked to make it at family gatherings, and it’s absolutely perfect for a summer barbecue. It’s fair to say Lemon Crunch is not the lightest in calories, but it’s summer—we’re all eating healthy salads, right?

And the best thing? It’s quick to make and so super easy even I can’t mess it up!

If you’d like to give it a go, you can find the recipe here on my website: https://wordpress.com/post/abbeymacmunn.com/489

Thanks for reading,

Abbey x

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Excerpt:

Sam ran the last few feet across the reception area’s marbled floor towards the half-closing lift doors. He arrived as the gap narrowed to six inches and shoved his arm inside. “Wait, hold the lift, please.” The doors squashed his arm for a second before sliding back.

His breath caught. Sam couldn’t believe who stood there, knee-deep in shopping bags.

Her. Ziva.

Feet rooted to the floor, he took in her appearance. Saturated curls framed her face and stuck to her neck. He followed the ringlets as they dripped water down her short, strappy sundress, equally wet and clinging to every delicious curve. Her protruding nipples showed through the flimsy fabric, virtually begging for his attention. Dear God, she’s sexy. And wet. Soaking wet. His pulse rate rocketed.

A smile flashed across her elfin face, lighting her features as if they had their own sun emanating from within. “Sam! What are you doing here?”

She seemed genuinely pleased to see him. A refreshing change from the women he usually met—gold-diggers mostly; those who hung on his every word, but whose false personas matched their fake tits and orange Tango tans. “Ziva.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a puff of sweet air.

“You remembered my name?”

An unusual name, but one he’d heard before, although where eluded him right now. What were the chances of meeting her like this? There were hundreds of hotels in Kuala Lumpur and she’d picked this one. Somebody up there was playing Cupid, and doing a damn good job of it, too. Sam grinned back and stepped into the lift “You’re kind of difficult to forget.”

“Only kind of?” she teased.

The doors closed behind him and he caught her scent, fruity and sweet. His whole body buzzed with awareness. “I thought you didn’t like shopping,” he said, pointing at the numerous bags around her ankles.

She didn’t press a button to her floor. “You remembered that, too?”

“Yes.” He remembered everything about her. Including the black, lacy bra.

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One Night in Kuala LumpurBlurb:

In search of inspiration and excitement, successful artist, Ziva Clarke, takes a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her exhibitions in the UK have left her exhausted, she’s had no fun in ages and her creativity is at below zero—the exotic Far East could be just what she needs.

Charmer Sam Tempest is visiting Kuala Lumpur on business with his father, but behind the impeccable suit and the wicked smile, he’s not a happy man. Duty bound to join his family’s international business, Sam longs to follow his true passion—to carve wood sculptures.

The two lonely souls meet by chance on a crowded street, and when it turns out they might not be the strangers they first thought, so begins a night of confessions, shared dreams and hot sex.

Can one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?

Buy Links:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Smashwords

Apple    

Kobo

Nook

Goodreads

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Author bio:

Abbey MacMunn writes contemporary, paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

Contact links:

One Night in Kuala Lumpur Tirgearr Page

Website

Twitter

Facebook

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Tirgearr Publishing is Five! @tirgearr #tirgearr #giveaway #win

It’s one of my publishers’ birthday, but they’re giving the presents!

Join Tirgearr Publishing from 22nd February through 8th March to help celebrate their 5th birthday. Grab selected eBooks for 99c (including one of mine – see more info below), win awesome prizes, including a Kindle Fire HD8 tablet, autographed print books, and much, much more.

So, what are you waiting for? Head to www.tirpub.com/birthday to find out more and enter the giveaway.

And, if you haven’t read my erotic romance novella, One Night in Paris yet, now’s your chance! It’s available at just 99c/p on Amazon for the duration of the celebrations! Grab yours here: http://mybook.to/cnparis

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Blissemas Snogs in the Snow

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Hi folks,

Welcome to Blissemas Snogs in the Snow! This is where a bunch of awesome writerly folks are sharing festive snogs from their stories to get you in the holiday mood (and hopefully a sexy mood, too! 😉 ) – so please check out my snog, then scroll down and enter the giveaway, then hop back on over to the main site and check out all the other snogs! Have fun!

My snog is from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Budapest. The female character, Hermione, is visiting the Hungarian capital in the winter and it’s cold and snowing. You can’t tell that from the snog, but I promise they’re technically snogging in the snow!

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“I will definitely recommend Budapest to people. I must confess, I am only here because I got a good deal, but now my eyes have been well and truly opened. If people are only visiting western European cities, they are seriously missing out. Mind you, they won’t all have such a wonderful tour guide, will they?”

“No,” he replied, slowing the car and pulling over at the side of the road, “they won’t.” Engaging the handbrake and taking the car out of gear, he turned to her with a cheeky grin. “You are very lucky. I don’t take just any girls out for sightseeing trips at midnight.”

Midnight? Shit, he was right, too. A glance at the clock on the car’s dashboard showed it was 23:58. “Wow! I didn’t realise it was that late! Well, they say time flies when you’re having fun.”

Emil nodded, and edged a little closer. “Yes, I think so. And does time also fly when you have the best tour guide on the planet?”

“You’re just fishing for compliments now, Emil,” she shot back with a smile.

“Maybe. Okay, I will settle for a kiss instead, then, if you will let me.”

Let him? Bloody hell, she’d been hoping for a kiss for a good couple of hours, at least. Trying to keep her cool, she bobbed her head up and down. “Yes, Emil, I will let you. I would like it very much, in fact.”

He responded by unclipping his seatbelt, followed by hers. Then, shuffling as close as the centre console would allow, he reached out and slipped his hand gently behind her neck. They’d both removed their hats, scarves and gloves once they got in the car, but his hand was still warm on her skin, sending further heat zinging through her veins.

Slowly, Emil closed the gap between them. Hermione’s heart raced, and by the time their lips actually contacted, it threatened to burst right out of her chest. Fisting her hands briefly to try and get a grip of herself, she then wrapped her arms around Emil’s neck.

His lips were soft and warm, the kiss itself gentle, yet supremely sexy. Emil used just the right amount of tongue—nothing too forceful, or too wet, yet he explored her mouth with a skill and sensuality that made her head spin. His other hand toyed with her hair, sending delicious shivers skittering up and down her spine.

For several long moments, they were lost in each other—their tongues twisting, battling, dancing. Then, before things got too heated, Hermione gently disentangled with a whoosh of breath.

“Phew!” She giggled, and fanned herself exaggeratedly. “That was some kiss, Emil. Look!” She pointed at the windscreen. “We’ve even managed to steam up the windows.”

Even in the dim light cast from streetlamps some metres away, she could see the lust etched onto Emil’s face, and a thrill rushed through her. She felt just the same, felt as though she could clamber right into the backseat of the car and get naked, but she had no intention of doing so. Not when there was a perfectly nice hotel just a few minutes’ car ride away, and the lack of risk of getting caught.

Seeming to shake off his arousal, or at least dampen it down, Emil looked at the windscreen, and laughed. “Yes,” he switched on the ignition and then the heaters, “we have. I had better get rid of that before people think we are up to naughty things in here.”

The tone of his voice told her that he was just as eager to do those “naughty things” as she was, and she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be returning to her hotel room alone that night.

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Want to read the rest of the story? Buy links are here.

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Now, head back on over to Blissemas to continue checking out the other posts!

Happy Reading,
Lucy x