READ TO WIN $15! What Do Authors Love?

What do authors love?
Reviews. We love reviews.

Which is why I’m running this little contest. If you’ve read one of my books or stories (here’s my Amazon page), leave a review, post a screenshot, including the date to my Facebook author page and you’ll be entered to win a $15 Amazon Gift Card. This will be a physical card that you can use or pass on as a gift to a friend, a relative, a teacher or colleague! How much fun is that?

To make it even more fun, the prize will be judged! Some of my favorite readers will assess the reviews based on relevance, humor and quality. ALL honest reviews are eligible. Remember, sometimes bad reviews are fun. This one, for example, cracks me up.

Sorry, but this is for NEW reviews only!

For indie authors, reviews are the life blood of our career. Not only do reviews help sell books, they help define the direction we take in future books. Many authors write books based on reader comments about a secondary character they like, who they think deserves their own story. Other authors learn from comments about what readers love or don’t love.

Whatever the reason we need reviews! So get out your critic hat, and get reviewing!

If you haven’t yet read any of my stuff, or you want something new to check out, here is one of my current deals:

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Enter to Win $350!

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Welcome to our giant Holiday Blog Hop Giveaway !! You have  chance to win a $350 Visa Gift Card! That’s right! $350! All you have to do is click the link and complete the entry choices.

This is a massive prize sponsored by some great bloggers and authors, so check it out! This Giveaway is made possible by all those who have donated. Please DO NOT follow or like a page unless you truly want to be a follower. All entries are verified. Don’t like and follow and then unfollow these pages. These type of entries will be voided and removed.

To sweeten the deal, everyone who comments on this post will get a free short story:  The Obsidian Stairway by Bibi Rizer (18+ only please) or The Messenger by Gabrielle Prendergast (all ages).

 

Pre-Order Morag’s Honor: A Vikings of Vinland Tale

I’m pleased to announce the next story in the Vikings of Vinland Saga: Morag’s Honor.

Release Date, October 31st. Pre-order now

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morag copyDaughter of a remote Scottish castle’s Laird, Morag Mac Donal had given up on ever marrying. Her father’s men thought her a monster, a giantess, and they sniggered about her sad and sordid past. She bore their disrespect, putting on the jolly face that everyone expected of such a plump lass, but inside she harbored dark thoughts and doubts. Would she ever be happy? Would her honor ever be restored?

When Young Viking warrior, Ormarr Ingsen fell, gravely wounded in a fierce clash with the Mac Donal clan that wiped out most of his kin, he was sure this was the end, his end. Waiting to die on the muddy battlefield he was surprised when the strong highland girl who found him did not slit his throat and hasten his demise. Instead she scooped him up and carried him to her turret room in the castle, there nursing him back to health.

As the days pass and the two strangers grow to trust and love each other, a future together begins to take shape. But will Morag’s tragic past or Ormarr’s ruthless kin ruin everything?

Also in the Vikings of Vinland Saga: The Shieldmaiden’s Revenge and “The Needle and the Strap” in Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance

I’m super excited to share this special FREE promotion, the Fireworks Novellas: Objectify Me.

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Here’s a video about the Fireworks Novellas

Blurb:

Seattle law student Levi Borovski has been ceremonially dispatched from his family home to “get over himself” as his mother not so politely puts it. For the last year he’s been experimenting with living by orthodox Jewish traditions and it’s driven his liberal secular parents crazy. To make matters worse, the nice Jewish medical student for whom he put in all this effort has just gotten engaged to someone else. Why Levi’s mother thinks spending Mardi Gras in New Orleans will improve his mood is something of a mystery, but at this stage he’s pretty much ready to try anything. So when his frat buddies ditch him to take off on some drug dealer’s riverboat Levi is left to his own devices in the Big Easy, determined, despite everything to let the good times roll.

Charlotte Gibbs doesn’t exactly hate her demeaning job as a lap dancer in the high end French Quarter gentlemen’s club, Objections. It’s good money and the attention she gets from her mostly rich lawyer clientele satisfies her ego enough that her perpetual singlehood no longer feels like a voodoo curse. Tourists can be a pain though, and Mardi Gras week is especially bad. Still, a hard-working girl like Charlotte is entitled to have a little fun sometimes. So when an adorably drunk but sincere West Coast college boy invites her for a drink, Charlotte decides to take a chance.

Neither of this mismatched set of misfits imagines that the magic of Mardi Gras will rub off on them in quite such a sexy, dramatic and life changing way. When the sun comes up on New Orleans will they find a way to make this unexpected magic last?

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Excerpt:

She tastes like lime and sugar, and her mouth is warm and soft. My cock throbs as I think about what other parts of her might be warm and soft, too. Just when I think I might slide down on the ground with her legs wrapped around me, she pulls back. I sneak a look down at her cleavage which is moving up and down as she breathes heavily.

“So…what’s your hotel like?” She looks back over my shoulder to the hotel a block away.

“It’s nice. Pretty quiet. Quaint, I guess you’d say. It’s decorated with antiques and stuff.”

She looks up at me through her eyelashes, nodding, a twinkle in her eye. “And your room? That’s nice?”objectifyme copy

“Yeah, good. It’s like a two-bedroom suite, because I came with two friends. So they let me have the bigger room because I organized the trip. There’s a balcony over Bourbon Street. It’s pretty cool.”

She nods some more, her mouth slowly breaking into a grin.

“Oh God,” I say. “I really suck at this. You’re looking for an invitation, right?”

“Unless you feel strongly about another cocktail.”

“Hell, no.” I grab her hand and we practically run the block and half back to the LaFleur. By the time we get there, we’re out of breath and laughing. And I can’t quite believe what’s happening. I’m glad I didn’t have another cocktail. This is the kind of situation that can go south in about a thousand different ways when too much alcohol in involved.

I sneak a little kiss as I dig the key out of my pocket.

The doorman looks up as we walk in. I wink at him and lead Charlotte to the staircase.

“Boy, you been gone five minutes!” he calls after us.

Charlotte trails her hand along the wooden bannister as we climb up to the second floor. “I’ve walked past this place about a thousand times, and I’ve always wanted to see inside.”

“Is it what you expected?”

“It’s clean,” she says pausing at the top of the stairs to look at a painting of a pirate. “I dunno. I think I expected these places to be like haunted houses or something. All old and dusty.”

I tug her across the landing to the door of our suite. “Not haunted at all. We even have WiFi.” I pause as I unlock and open the door, taking her hand. This whole situation is so crazy and surreal, I need to make sure I don’t epically screw it up. “I want you to know something,” I say. “I’m not one of those guys who thinks that just because a girl comes to your hotel room, it means she agrees to sex.”

Charlotte grins and touches the tip of her nose onto mine. “But I do agree to sex.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me through the door, slamming it behind us.

***

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Where to Buy:

Amazon.com

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Goodreads

And don’t miss The first Fireworks Novella, Electrify Me.

About the Author:

Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.

Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.

In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.

Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.

For sneak peeks, swag, freebies and other fun, consider joining Bibi’s Street Team, The Early Rizers.

Release Week Blitz – THE AMBER COLUMNS: THE CITY OF DARK PLEASURES – BOOK II

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I’m so thrilled to celebrate the release of the next book in the The City of Dark Pleasures series, The Amber Columns.

But first a reminder about book I, The Obsidian Stairway:

blurbWhen O’Mara is assigned to report on a new sexual service in the City of Dark Pleasures — one that has been the subject of much gossip — she’s not sure what to expect. What she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in The Expiation.

She meets Tully — handsome, attentive, mysterious and unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. His extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.

You can watch the trailer for the Obsidian Stairway here.

And now, here’s a little synopsis of  The Amber Columns:

Tully:
          Sex is what we sell in the City of Dark Pleasures. To work here you need to sequester your emotions, your humanity, your soul if there’s such a thing. If you don’t you’re in danger of losing it all together, permanently.
          For someone like me, my damaged soul is all I have left. I try to slip it off like a coat when I work, and most of the time I can. Most of the time no feelings at all come into what I do. But there are times I weaken, times when patrons get to me either for good or ill. Mostly ill.
          Once a woman I met got inside me like no one has. It wasn’t love, but it was as close as I will ever be. O’Mara was her name. O’Mara Tanner. Every morning I read her byline on the Island News Service. She writes about fluff—places to shop, entertainments to see. She wrote about me once. It was all lies, but I don’t hold that against her. Our civilization is built on lies. The brief time we spent together was all lies.
          Sometimes I think I would give up everything just to have O’Mara Tanner lie to me again.ac TEASER 2 copy

O’Mara:
          It’s only at night that I’m scared of him. During the day I think about his golden eyes, his warm skin and his velvety voice to the point of distraction. I could lose my job if I don’t get my shit together. A lost job means a lost income. If I can’t pay my rent I could lose my citizen status. And then what? Then I join him, working in the Pleasures?
          I could go and see him. I should go and see him. I can find the money somewhere and go and get him to hook me up to that infernal machine of his and lose myself in his beautiful dreamscape. The one in which we are lovers. If I can just spend another moment in that forlorn and hopeless dream I might be able to get him out of my system.
          As it is I’ve been masturbating until my fingers ache, and the skin of my clitoris is burning and raw. Whenever I climax I hear his voice, saying my name. Or I say his name.
          “Tully…”
          Maybe before the Expiation people knew that the love of a good man was a powerful, devastating intoxicant. It weakens you, distracts you, makes you prone to obsessive thoughts and lost productivity. Maybe that’s why they did it. To increase productivity.
          Love must be the most potent force on earth, if it can fuck you up even when you know it’s not real.

And here’s a smoking hot excerpt:

Tully pushes me against the glass and kisses me.

It’s nothing like our previous kisses. He’s possessed by a kind of madness, a frenzy, his hands tearing at my clothes. Soon his fingers are caressing my breasts, pushing my bra out of the way so he can knead and pinch my nipples. I would say something, something like fuck, yes but his tongue has captured mine, our lips so firmly connected together that it’s as though we have become one person.

One of his hot hands slips down my stomach under my skirt into my panties. From the corner of my eye I see one of the couples strolling past the candy shop. They turn momentarily, glancing at us with amused expressions before continuing on.

ac TEASER 1 copyI gasp, whimpering as Tully’s fingers find the wetness and need between my legs.

“Stop?” he says onto my lips.

“NO! Fuck no.”

He begins to move his lips down my body into my cleavage, among the mangled folds of my shirt and bra. His lips close tightly on one nipple, then the next, a maddening distraction from what is happening further down.

Tully has found the button and zip of my skirt and undone them both. My skirt falls to the ground. Out on the promenade another couple wanders past—both men. They laugh as they disappear out of sight. I find myself wishing they would stay and watch. I want the whole world to see this.

Tully kneels at my feet, his fingers sliding my panties down to fall in the pool of my skirt. Then he lifts one of my legs and slings it over his shoulder. His lips press on the mound of my sex as his fingers stroke my pubic hair, parting me.

“Oh, fuck…” I say.

About the Author

217621_18228051176_2198_nBibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.

Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.

In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.

Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.

For sneak peeks, swag, freebies and other fun, consider joining Bibi’s Street Team, The Early Rizers.

Title: Damaged & Dangerous
Series: The Sacred Hearts MC VI
Author: A.J. Downey
Release Date: September 27, 2015


Synopsis
She’s Damaged…
Dani Broussard never imagined that her life
would turn out like this. She always thought that her grandfather would be
there for her into adulthood and that her high school sweetheart, Jared, would
be the man she would marry. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, her
grandfather got sick and passed away before Dani saw the age of nineteen. It
was just her and Jared until he hooked up with a local MC, The Suicide Kings…
Then it was just her. Pig-Pen claimed her body, rules her life, but he would
never hold her heart. Kept because of her looks and a particular set of skills
unique only to her, Dani has been with The Suicide Kings for the last three
years… three long damaging years. She hates it, all of it, the pain the
humiliation, the fear… and as strong as Dani is, as clever as she can be, she
is quickly finding that death may be the kinder, gentler option rather than
live through any more of this hell.
He’s Dangerous…
Red-XIII is, and always will be, a Sacred
Hearts man. But for now, he’s a Suicide Kings prospect. Tasked with providing
intelligence on the King’s inner workings to his real club, Thirteen has been
slowly, quietly and carefully dismantling the King’s operation from the inside
out. The situation is dangerous, good thing Thirteen is a dangerous guy but
even he can’t be everywhere at once and a couple of missteps have cost the
Sacred Hearts dearly. Doubly determined to finish this with no more wreckage or
damage to the SHMC, Thirteen is blindsided by his heart when he lays eyes on
Dani. A pretty, little thing with long black hair and striking blue eyes. She
slays him with one look from her damaged soul and now Thirteen has tasked
himself with two missions… Take down The Suicide Kings and get both Dani and
himself out alive.
For now those missions run parallel to each
other but what happens if they ever end up at odds? The bigger question is, how
can he get close to the VP’s Ol’ Lady as a Prospect and not get them both
burned?
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This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of
the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved

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About The Author
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one cat.

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Cover Reveal – THE AMBER COLUMNS: THE CITY OF DARK PLEASURES – BOOK II

cover reveal banner  AC copyI’m so thrilled to reveal the beautiful new cover to the next book in the The City of Dark Pleasures series, The Amber Columns.

But first a reminder about book I, The Obsidian Stairway:

blurbWhen O’Mara is assigned to report on a new sexual service in the City of Dark Pleasures — one that has been the subject of much gossip — she’s not sure what to expect. What she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in The Expiation.

She meets Tully — handsome, attentive, mysterious and unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. His extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.

And now, here’s a little synopsis of what’s to come in The Amber Columns:

Tully:
          Sex is what we sell in the City of Dark Pleasures. To work here you need to sequester your emotions, your humanity, your soul if there’s such a thing. If you don’t you’re in danger of losing it all together, permanently.
          For someone like me, my damaged soul is all I have left. I try to slip it off like a coat when I work, and most of the time I can. Most of the time no feelings at all come into what I do. But there are times I weaken, times when patrons get to me either for good or ill. Mostly ill.
          Once a woman I met got inside me like no one has. It wasn’t love, but it was as close as I will ever be. O’Mara was her name. O’Mara Tanner. Every morning I read her byline on the Island News Service. She writes about fluff—places to shop, entertainments to see. She wrote about me once. It was all lies, but I don’t hold that against her. Our civilization is built on lies. The brief time we spent together was all lies.
          Sometimes I think I would give up everything just to have O’Mara Tanner lie to me again.

O’Mara:
          It’s only at night that I’m scared of him. During the day I think about his golden eyes, his warm skin and his velvety voice to the point of distraction. I could lose my job if I don’t get my shit together. A lost job means a lost income. If I can’t pay my rent I could lose my citizen status. And then what? Then I join him, working in the Pleasures?
          I could go and see him. I should go and see him. I can find the money somewhere and go and get him to hook me up to that infernal machine of his and lose myself in his beautiful dreamscape. The one in which we are lovers. If I can just spend another moment in that forlorn and hopeless dream I might be able to get him out of my system.
          As it is I’ve been masturbating until my fingers ache, and the skin of my clitoris is burning and raw. Whenever I climax I hear his voice, saying my name. Or I say his name.
          “Tully…”
          Maybe before the Expiation people knew that the love of a good man was a powerful, devastating intoxicant. It weakens you, distracts you, makes you prone to obsessive thoughts and lost productivity. Maybe that’s why they did it. To increase productivity.
          Love must be the most potent force on earth, if it can fuck you up even when you know it’s not real.

Without further ado, here’s the lovely new cover:

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Isn’t it gorgeous? And when you read the book and discover what he’s looking up at it’s even better! And if that’s not enough to get you excited, here are a couple of teasers:

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