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Reduced price for this month only (Alice Gaines)

This month, Amazon is featuring my sexy Regency romance, Captain and Countess.  It’s on sale for $1.99 for Kindle.

https://www.amazon.com/Captain-Countess-Alice-Gaines-ebook/dp/B00RUP60TI?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc

captainandcountessThe book won the Washington Romance Writers Marlene Award for historical romance and was one of the first books selected for the Kindle Scout program.  Here’s an excerpt:

Bess woke some time in the night to a strange sound. For a moment, she had to focus on where she was. Definitely not in her bedroom. In the dim light from the fire, she made out the interior of the gamekeeper’s cottage. Oh yes, the storm. She’d taken shelter here from wind and driving rain, both of which had died down. Not even a drip sounded on the roof above. So what was that noise?

Jason Northcross, of course. He was doing something in the chair by the fire. Could that be his teeth chattering?

“What are you doing over there?” she asked.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

His voice displayed displeasure in the extreme. What did he have to be angry about? He’d intruded on her, not the other way around.

“Is that your jaw clattering?” she asked.

“I’m cold, if you must know the truth.”

“Throw some more wood on the fire.”

“We don’t have much left,” he said. “I’m saving it.”

“In heaven’s name, for what?”

“For later. If the fire goes out, we’ll both become very cold, indeed.”

He had a point. She’d planned to bank the fire and stay warm with her own body heat, nestled under two blankets. Because of him, she’d had to make do with one. She’d grown a bit chilly herself. They had a problem, and only one solution offered itself. He’d resist, but neither of them had any choice, really.

“You’d better come get in bed.” With me. Dear Lord, what was she saying?

“I can’t do that, and you know very well why.” Delightful. He’d gone from sounding angry to petulant.

“This is hardly the lap of luxury,” she said. “Do you honestly mean to tell me that you couldn’t control yourself, even under these circumstances?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even move. Somehow the chair still managed to creak.

“Neither of us will get warm and neither of us will get any sleep with you and your blanket over there,” she said.

He still didn’t utter a word. After a long moment, he sighed.

“Your brother and sister will be angry with me if you catch something dreadful,” she said.

“They wouldn’t approve of me making love with you, either.”

“They wouldn’t know if you didn’t tell them.”

He went back to silence, his body a rigid silhouette against the glow of the fire.

“Everyone’s going to be quite scandalized that we were out all night together, anyway,” she said.

“You’re giving me permission?” he whispered.

Now it was her turn for silence. He refused to take complete responsibility for what would happen next, if indeed she allowed it. In truth, she already had with her invitation. After their earlier encounters, neither he nor she could pretend any surprise that things would get out of hand if he got under the covers with her, especially as neither of them were fully dressed. And faced with the real possibility that she’d let him—no, ask him—to take the ultimate liberties with her, she finally had to admit the truth. She wanted him. She’d wanted him that first night after the opera. She’d wanted him in her rose garden and by the river. And she wanted him now, more than she wanted anything else in the world.

The fact that she’d protested the opposite for this long only spoke to a dishonesty she hadn’t thought herself capable of. She claimed she didn’t care what others thought of her, but she’d held him away for just that reason. As a widow taking a younger man to her bed, she could be the object of ridicule. Then, too, she had to face her fear that he’d find her less than perfect and might even regret dallying with her. And yet, if she turned him down, she’d always wonder what she’d missed.

“I am giving you permission,” she said. “Complete permission.”

For a moment, he still didn’t move. Then he let out a long breath, as if he’d been holding it. She might have been holding her own.

The chair creaked again as he rose. When he lifted the tails of his shirt and reached to the fastening of his pants, she looked away. She’d feel him soon enough. She could look later. His step came slowly as he approached the bed. He spread the second blanket on top of her and stood, looking down. He’d left his shirt on but was naked below. So big. So male. So absolutely beautiful.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“For heaven’s sake, I was a married woman,” she said. “I’m not a virgin, Captain Northcross.”

“You’d better call me Jason, don’t you think?” With that, he lifted the blankets and slipped in beside her.

“Jason,” she said before he leaned over and kissed her.

His caresses had enflamed her before. Now only flimsy layers of linen separated them. The heat of his body surrounded her as he kissed her again and again. Tonight, she wouldn’t push him away. He wouldn’t stop himself, stating reluctance to harm her reputation or other such nonsense. Tonight, he’d show her what a healthy young man consumed with lust could do.

https://www.amazon.com/Captain-Countess-Alice-Gaines-ebook/dp/B00RUP60TI?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc

By the way, I’ll be raffling off more of my hand knitted items in July to celebrate the release of my contemporary romance, Just One Week, from Entangled Publishing.  If you’d like to join my newsletter list to be entered to win, go to my blog http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com Here’s a picture of one of my past prizes. newpinkcowl

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Hot Excerpt, The Sixth Lover by Alice Gaines

I just spent a crazy six weeks revising a book and writing a new novella.  What a way to enter Spring.  There’ll be much more about them in the coming months.  This month, I thought I’d treat you to an X-rated excerpt from one of my older books, The Sixth Lover

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Images of Pete’s rigid member haunted Carole’s dream. He was so huge, and her body craved him. No matter how hard she tried to take him inside her, his cock eluded her—always moving away at the last moment. She woke up in a state of excitement too powerful to ignore. So, as Thomas had instructed in his letter from months ago, she slipped her hand under the covers and pulled the hem of her nightgown up so that she could touch her mound. She gasped at the contact. Not what she’d sought in her dream, but the best she could do until one of the men could relieve the ache—assuming she found the audacity to ask one of them outright to fuck her. She had only met them the day before, after all.

 

As she let her mind drift back into the dream, a small sound penetrated the fog of arousal. Someone walking on the terrace just below her open window. Someone close enough to be listening to what went on in her room.

 

She walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough, Jean-Paul was standing on the terrace, staring over the wall at the garden and the vineyards in the distance. The moon shone brightly enough to show the black of his hair and the rigid set of his back. As she watched, he turned slowly and gazed up at her. Somehow, he’d known about her restlessness. Somehow, he’d guessed that she’d look out and find him. He wore the same half-amused expression on his face—as if he could read inside her and realize the height of her need for a lover.

 

No, not a lover with him. Something more complex. And yet, he was a man and had a cock. He’d watched her fellate his friend to orgasm. He had to have become aroused himself, no matter how much he’d try to hide it. Unless he’d had some relief since dinner, he’d fell the need for coupling as bad as she did. He did nothing to beckon her, though, but simply turned and gave her his back

 

Not bothering with a robe or slippers, she let herself out of her room and padded down the stairs. She had to go down a series of unfamiliar hallways, using her best sense of direction to find her way to the spot below her bedroom. A tall door stood ajar at a promising spot, so she let herself out through it. Yes, the terrace. Jean-Paul leaned against the stone wall a few yards away, so she went to him and took a spot beside him.

 

“You should sleep in the nude while you’re here,” he said without moving his stare from the distance. “We might want to visit you.”

 

“Isn’t this a visit?”

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he answered.

 

“I couldn’t, either.” She moved closer to him so that her shoulder nearly met his. “I imagine we’re both restless for the same reason.”

 

He shrugged.  “Pete’s probably sleeping soundly. He always does.”

 

“And the staff?”

 

“Safe in their own quarters.” He moved finally, stepping behind her. Still not touching her, he reached around and rested his hands on the wall. Until then, the night air had felt warm enough, but now his body heat seeped into her skin. Denied until now, her poor sex moistened in anticipation. He breathed deeply as if he could smell her musk, the evidence that she wanted him.

 

“Have you ever watched cats mate?” he asked.

 

“I never kept pets.”

 

“They don’t look as if they’re enjoying it,” he said. “You’d think they were fighting except for the way the female lifts her ass into the air to tempt him.”

 

Finally, he did touch her, putting his palms on her buttocks. Not unlike the way he’d touched her when she’d come down for dinner, but now he kneaded the flesh. “You’ve been tempting me with this since you came into the house.”

 

“You’re the one who left that dress on the bed.”

 

His hands went lower, still squeezing. His fingers slipped between her thighs. Even from behind like this, they neared her sex enough to squeeze the lips and put pressure on her clitoris. More wetness seeped from her, dampening the cloth of her gown enough that he’d have to feel it.

 

“Damned clothing,” he muttered. He fumbled with the tie of his robe and then gathered up the skirt of her gown in his fists.

 

Yes. Now, he’d do something. He’d either touch her or fuck her. She’d come either way. Finally, his cock pressed against her bare skin. Not as large as Pete’s, but rock hard and hot enough to sear its imprint into her flesh. She whimpered with need. Just like in her dream—the hardness so close but not inside her.

 

“The male cat holds his female down, covering her with his body. She accepts his roughness. It excites her.” He parted her legs, stepped between them, and drove his rod up into her. No tenderness. No caresses. No soft words. Just what she wanted. She didn’t even have to look at him. She could just take and take and take.

 

Without breaking their union, he pressed her hands against the rocks of the wall and covered them with his own. His cock went right on moving inside her. Harder and deeper. Like the cat, she arched her back to offer him maximum penetration. He whispered a string of French as he kept shoving himself inside her. No translation necessary, the meaning came through. Soft, sweet, and nasty, the words told the story of males and females in heat. Coming together in the most primitive way possible.

 

As his thrusts grew more savage, he pushed on her hands so hard that the stones pressed into the flesh of her palms. She wouldn’t complain, though. She wouldn’t do anything to slow him. The climax was too close—coiling deep in her belly. She clenched her sex down on him, seeking more friction. In response, he grunted and ground himself against her with each thrust.

 

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

 

He bit her shoulder, right through her gown. Truly animal now. Both of them.

 

“Come,” he whispered.

 

“Yes…yes.”

 

He let out a growl and continued thrusting. To steady herself, she kept her palm firm against the stones of the wall. “Fuck me.”

 

“Like this?” he said as he drove himself deeper inside her.

 

“Yes, damn it. More.” Just a little more. Close, so close. She tensed as every nerve caught fire. She would come now. “Keep fucking me.”

 

He did. Hard. Her sex exploded in violent orgasm, clamping down on him in waves. She screamed as the power of it stole her consciousness of anything but her pussy and the hard male flesh that plunged into it. He roared as he came with her and thrust so hard he nearly pounded her into the wall. Savage and sublime at the same time.

 

It left her aching when it ended—physically and mentally. Her palms hurt from scraping against stone. Her shoulder stung from Jean-Paul’s bite. Her pussy felt sore even as it continued sending aftershocks around his softening cock. Most of all, her mind screamed that she shouldn’t have enjoyed that.

 

Jean-Paul had shown her no tenderness.  He still didn’t. He slumped against her, breathing hard. Not a sweet word or a gentle touch. He’d truly fucked her the way animals rutted, and yet, he’d given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. How could she not want more of the same? Sex like that could become an opiate.

 

After a bit, he sighed and pulled out of her, leaving her sex empty and wet with juices from both of them. He didn’t move away but stood with his hands on her shoulders. Now, they both looked out over the land that had been in his family for generations. The dark garden and the rows of grape vines that had heard their cries of release.

 

“Ah, bien,” he whispered. “You did well, cherie.”

 

“I did?”

 

“Yes.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “The mousse au chocolat. Very creative.”

 

“You mean with Pete.” She looked over her shoulder, but his face lay in darkness too deep for her to read his expression.

 

“I could tell he enjoyed it tremendously.”

 

She turned her face away from him. He might as well have just slapped her with that “compliment.” Only a moment ago, he’d climaxed inside her, and he only praised her performance with his friend.

 

Bastard. He had climaxed, and he’d shouted loudly enough to wake up the dead. Maybe Pete had heard. Maybe the servants had. He could give her the back of his hand with his words, but his animal roar told the truth. He’d come as hard as she had.  He only wanted to deny it for some reason.

 

She smoothed her hair and walked away from him without a word.

 

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sixth-lover-alice-gaines/1117378036?ean=9781940854007

 

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Release Day! Rhonda Lee Carver

by Rhonda Lee Carver

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I’m sure you’ve heard the statement, “Behind every good man is a better woman.” Or, “Behind every great cover is a greater story.” Well, I believe behind every piece of antique furniture is a story that is yearning to be told. Lately, I’ve become an antique nerd. I’ve bought several pieces, but I have a favorite.

This is a wash basin vanity/dresser that I can date back to the early 1900’s. I saw it, fell in love with it and brought it home to use as a vanity. It’s much prettier in person. Do you have a favorite piece of antique furniture, or even a modern piece, that you feel speaks to you?

 

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Today is release day!!!!!!!!!

Smoke. Fire. Cowboy. (Cowboys of Nirvana, Book 3) is now available! 

Welcome to Nirvana—your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Cowboy Paradise (Book 1) Ben and Cara
Ropin’ Trouble (Book 2) Chase and Kaycee
Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Book 3) Jared and Sofie

A cowboy can always dream that a woman like Sophie Drake would turn his way, but from the second she came to work at Nirvana Ranch she’s treated Jared like spoiled milk. His reputation as a rebel and a womanizer doesn’t weigh in his favor, but he never really cared what people thought of him, until Sofie. Wanting her is enough to make a man go crazy. One night she shows up with a wine bottle and a lonely heart, and Jared is more than willing to help a lady out. What would any other red-blooded man do?

Yet, with the sweet comes the sour.

One night with Sofie leaves Jared hungry for more, but when he learns that she’s in love with the boss things might come to a skidding halt. This suddenly becomes a wicked triangle entwined with secrets, surprises and a sultry love affair.

Here’s a little teaser…

“Is it true you have a bull tattoo on your bottom and that each woman you’ve—,” she cleared her throat delicately, “you know, you get a slash on the bull’s bicep for each woman you’ve slept with?”

“I didn’t see you as the sort who participated in rumors, sweetheart.”

“How about the tattoo?” she asked.

“There’s only one way for you to find out.” He kept his gaze glued to hers. “Can you handle it?”

She was mute for the longest time, long enough that he thought she’d pull away, but then she saucily flipped her hair over one shoulder and turned her chin in a determined tilt. “I can handle it.”

He stood, gazes still locked, the color of her skin turning brighter as he undid the buckle. The metal loosened and clanked loudly. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled the leather strap out from the loops, his body growing harder.

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