Stomp vs Romp – Exclusive Romp Post From Savage Hunger by Terry Spear

Stomp vs Romp – Exclusive Romp Post From Savage Hunger by Terry Spear

In the jungle, Kathleen McKnight has been fighting a dangerous fever while jaguar shifters Connor Anderson and his sister Maya have been caring for her. Now the news is Kat might be one of them, she’s feeling weak but well enough to finally shower in the waterfall, and both the brother and sister have to learn if she is now a shifter. Only, she’s not steady enough to shower on her own, and Maya wouldn’t have the strength to help her—so Connor has the job.

“Hold onto me,” he said, his voice low.

She clung to his waist as he pulled her into the falls and doused her in the water. Every silky drop felt wondrous, and she wanted to shout her pleasure as the water ran over her face, her shoulders, her breasts and all the way down to her toes.

He smiled at her, and she luxuriated in the feel of the water sluicing down her bare skin.

But then he pulled her out from under the shower of water way before she was done with the exhilarating experience. She wanted to fight him and return to the heavenly shower. He only smiled again, seeming to understand her disappointment and began to soap her hair. Oh. At first she was annoyed with his controlling nature, but this, oh…my…God, was heaven.

The soap smelled divine, like oranges, fresh and citrusy and sweet.

No man had ever washed her hair, and if the feel of the waterfall rushing over her body hadn’t given her a new high, this did even more so.

He was gentle, careful not to pull or snag her hair that had to be horribly tangled from all the sleeping and tossing and turning on it and not being able to wash it for several days. In fact, she had to look like a total mess.

That brought a fresh flush of heat to her cheeks, and throat, and chest.

But he didn’t seem to notice as he concentrated on soaping up her hair, massaging the scalp, and caressing her with a gentle tenderness. She didn’t know when it happened, but the next thing she knew she had moved in closer to him. Her body pressed against his, trying to cling to him like one of the vines wrapped around the trees beyond the falls. Her bones were melting as he tenderly washed her hair and scalp, and she felt as if she was going to end up on her butt on the moss-covered stones any second now.

She figured once they were done, she would have to return to the hut and sleep for a while, she was feeling so relaxed and worn out all over again.

“Can you manage all right?” he asked again, moving her away from him a little bit.

“Yes,” she whispered. Not sure she could, wanting to hold him tight and never let go, when she had never been a clinging vine in her life.

“I’ll try to do this quickly,” he reassured her.

Do what quickly, she wanted to ask.

But he was already doing it quickly, taking the body wash that smelled like tangy tangerines, just as sweet as the shampoo, and spreading it over her, washing every inch of her, the less sensitive parts that even so felt sensitive with his large hands moving over them, and the very sensitive parts that were swelling at eagerness with his touch.

So what do you think? Does it make you want Connor to take care of you, learn if you’re one of them, and keep you for his own? It’s sexy, but it’s really not a scene about sex. I think that’s what makes it so sexy. There’s tenderness, concern, a desire to help on his part, and a shyness on her part. She thought she’d still be wearing her panties and bra in the waterfall, or doing this herself, but she really doesn’t have the strength. It’s a fun way to get them close, to share an intimacy that is not about sex, and yet that is really hot and sexy.

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Rose saw Paul first, materializing out of the darkness in black clothes and black face paint, gun in hand. She screamed and dropped the coffee mug she was holding. It crashed on the floor, splattering coffee everywhere.

Lori swung the broom she was holding and whacked Paul in the head with it as Catherine yelled out in fright. Confused as to what was going on, Paul quickly assessed the situation in the kitchen and found only the four women there. One broken plate. One broken coffee mug and coffee splashed everywhere. No armed hostage takers anywhere.

Relieved, he quickly holstered his gun and intended to wrench the broom away from Lori before she hit him again—as much as she looked like she was dying to—just on principle for scaring her. When he couldn’t pull it away from her, he grabbed her shoulders instead, pressed her hard against the wall, and kissed her.

He’d been wanting to do that forever.

His chest pressed against her breasts, he felt her nipples harden. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the slinky tank top—and his internal thermostat turned even hotter. Her shorts were…short, showing off her shapely tanned legs, and her feet were bare. One scorching, sexy she-wolf package.

 Paul is a SEAL wolf, dealing with a disastrous last mission, and he sees trouble everywhere. So when he goes into his family’s home, thinking to rescue his friend’s mother and the rest of the family, Lori Greypaw, the woman he’s loved since they were kids, smacks him in the head with a broom—thinking he’s just broken into the house and is some kind of terrorist. He could have been mad, but what a way to handle her, eh? So sexy scenes can evolve from anything, and make the reading so much more fun! Don’t you think?

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Stomp vs Romp – Exclusive Romp Post From Savage Hunger by Terry Spear

SEAL Wolf Hunting by Terry Spear

Heart of the Wolf #16
Published by: Sourcebooks on July 7th 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
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Paul Cunningham is one of the only bachelors left on the SEAL wolf team, and he's less than thrilled to hear he's been volunteered for a local charity bachelor auction.

Lori Greypaw suspected that her grandmother would use the auction as an opportunity to fix her up. So she's not surprised when she "buys" Paul to help Lori renovate her mountain cabin for a week. Lori's had a crush on the sexy SEAL wolf for years, but he proves to be handy with more than a hammer when two fugitives come knocking and he'll do anything to protect the woman he's falling for...


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Stomp vs Romp – The Bachelors of Lawyer Up. Spotlight and Giveaway from Kate Allure

Stomp vs Romp – The Bachelors of Lawyer Up. Spotlight and Giveaway from Kate Allure

Bachelors of Lawyer Up

 Kate Allure’s deliciously sexy LAWYER UP is an erotic anthology featuring three stories, each with a drop dead gorgeous hero. Get to know Hawk, Jon, and Emmit (aka the “Playboy Judge of Orleans”) as each of these heroes answer some personal questions below. You are guaranteed to find your next book boyfriend…or three!


 Full name: Franklin Lucky Hawk Ross, Jr.

Nickname: Hawk

Occupation: Successful lawyer in a big city law firm in Omaha, NE

Height: Tall…dark and handsome

Hair color: Jet-black

Eye color: Dark brown, almost black

Age: Late thirty-something

Originally from: The slowly dying town of Willow Pond, Nebraska

 Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

 I’m Omaha Indian and proud of my ancestry after having spent summers on the reservation with my mother. While I grew up in a tiny town, I love the energy of big cities. I work extremely hard and often travel internationally, but when I’m alone with a woman, then I’m totally focused on her…and some of that focus can take on a decidedly kinky flair. It’s not that I don’t like romance—you know, the hearts and flowers stuff—but the raw energy of two people exploring each other’s bodies and pushing the limits stirs that wild native blood in me.

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

 The hardest thing about being a lawyer is when I don’t win and let down my client. That doesn’t happen often but in those rare times it does, it rips me up inside. I hate it. As for rewarding, I’ve enjoyed handling the few remaining elderly clients from my father’s small town practice now that he’s retired…that’s very personal work, directly helping people. But, I truly come alive when I’m winning a major case…the Omaha in me loves a good battle and the strategy of “counting coups” on an unsuspecting opponent, which in modern times is less an act of bravery as it is displaying cunning against a foe.

 When not working, how do you spend your time?

 I pretty much work all the time, between winding down my father’s Willow Pond practice and the big city lawsuits that take me around the country or beyond. I think if I had someone in my life, I would find a way to slow down a bit…No I know that I’d make time, so that I could enjoy the companionship of a special woman.

 If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

 I’m single and successful, so money really isn’t an issue for me, although my time is limited. But if I had the time, I would love to whisk a lover away to a private tropical island for long session of playing Tarzan and Jane. I just need to find the right person.




Full Name: Jon Bateman

Occupation: Hot-shot L.A. lawyer in a major firm

Height: Medium height and build

Hair color: An unruly mop of sun-bleached sandy hair, sort of California surfer-dude

Eye color: Deep green

Age: 35

Originally from: Nowhere special, but he calls L.A. home


Describe yourself in 100 words or less:


I feel like I’m on the Bachelorette, but here goes…I’m driven to succeed, which has made me the top performer in my firm. I don’t like being bothered with minutia, such as taking on useless pro bono work just because of a firm policy that we contribute back to the community. Some say it’s because I’m wounded after my cheating wife’s betrayal, but, if anything, all the free time that I have now has made me more successful. I give one hundred and ten percent to my career. Who needs a woman? Well except for that one thing, of course.


What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?


None of it’s that hard, if my boss will just ease up on the pro bono thing. As for rewarding, did I mention I had the most billable hours of my entire firm last year…by a wide margin. I do high-end, high profile criminal cases mostly, and when they’re actually innocent it is the most rewarding. But whether they’re innocent or not, my role in the U.S. legal system is to do my best to get them acquitted—and my best is quite good based on my record of wins.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Umm. I work a lot, even the weekends. I used to like to surf. Maybe I should take that up again. Oh, and I enjoy a good book now and then.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time? 

My ex-wife got half of my assets, so money is an object, although I do have way more than 3 weeks of vacation stored up. In the spirit of make-believe…if my bank account was overflowing I would… Hmm, not sure what I’d do. I guess going to Hawaii and trying my hand at surfing would be nice, although it would be far better if I had someone to do it with.



Full Name: Judge Emmit Stockard

Nickname: Playboy Judge of Orleans

Occupation: Chief Judge in the Orleans Parish Civil District Court

Height: 6 feet

Hair color: Salt and Pepper, lusciously thick and slightly curled

Eye color: Chocolaty-brown

Age: mid-50’s

Personality: Radiates a bad-boy masculinity, think Richard Gere in his fifties

Originally from: born in Massachusetts but family moved to NoLa when he was a child

Describe yourself in 100 words or less: 

I like to think I’m a fair and honest judge, at least I strive to be. Sometimes, however, I can’t help teasing the attorneys performing in my court, especially the lady lawyers, which might have contributed to my playboy reputation. But inside I’m not like that. I’m not saying I don’t have a wicked streak when it comes to women and sex, but now that my very-public divorce is a thing of the past, I’m ready to find someone to share my life with, a woman that can handle the bad-boy in me. So, where are you, I wonder?

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding? 

As a judge I must follow the law at all times and, sometimes that forces me to rule against people who truly need help. It’s really the only part of my profession that I dislike. So the most rewarding aspect is the opposite—making things right for people that have been hurt by some injustice. Then there are the perks of being chief judge—I love the perks. Top among those is wielding power in and out of the court…well out of court I’m mostly talking about power in the bedroom…if you get my drift. 

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Back to the perks. I get invited to a lot of parties and events because of my position. I used to love going to them with a different beautiful woman on my arm every night, but now I find it all just tiring. It will feel different, I think, when it’s someone that I admire, someone I’m proud to have on my arm for more than her good looks. And, I’ll enjoy introducing her to my favorite hobby—racing my motorcycle down rural roads that twist and turn. And food, I’m a bit of a foodies and love NoLa’s best restaurants. 

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

I’d head out on my motorcycle and just see where it takes me. Explore every hidden byway in the great state of Louisiana and then maybe head west for a bit. It’s on my bucket list but I’ve been holding out until I can find someone to share this experience with. Again I ask, where are you? Sometimes I get this feeling that this person might be right in front of me and I just have to open my eyes to see her.


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Stomp vs Romp – The Bachelors of Lawyer Up. Spotlight and Giveaway from Kate Allure

Lawyer Up by Kate Allure

Meeting Men, Book 2
Published by: Sourcebooks on September 7th, 2015
Genres: Erotica, Romance
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All rise…

Three sizzling-hot, deliciously taboo erotic romances to stoke your mood.

 Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of hotshot L.A. lawyer, Jon. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?

 Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of Main Street lawyer Hawk in Of Unsound Mind and Body.

 In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more than temperatures rise.



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About Kate Allure


Kate Allure is the creator of the Meeting Men series. She has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet Theatre and New York City Ballet and authoring a weekly arts column for local papers. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband. Follow Kate at on Facebook and at

Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp with Patrick Murphy from The Scarlet Deep by Elizabeth Hunter

Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp with Patrick Murphy from The Scarlet Deep by Elizabeth Hunter


A pro-ROMP interview with Patrick Murphy, hero of The Scarlet Deep by Elizabeth Hunter

Elizabeth Hunter: Good evening, Murphy. How’s Dublin?

Patrick Murphy: Cooler than where you are.

EH: You’re not joking.

Murphy: Seems like readers are liking Anne’s and my story, The Scarlet Deep. Well done.

EH: They are! In fact, I’m supposed to interview you for this blog series, Stomp vs. Romp.

Murphy: Stomp vs. Romp? Is this some American phrase I won’t have any interest in?

EH: Stompas in stomp your enemiesversus Rompas in… you know, a good romp in the

Murphy: Ah! So this is something I do have an interest in. Where’s Anne, by the way?

EH: She’s with a patient. Pay attention.

Murphy: Better not be that damn Russian. What’s the story, then? What’s this interview you need?

EH: I’m supposed to be writing a post talking about why “romp” is better than “stomp.” And I figured, since you’re a man

Murphy: Not just a man, love.

EH: Fine. Wipe that grin off your face. A vampire who has experienced a lot of both stomping and romping, I thought you’d be the best person to ask. Which do you prefer? Stomp or romp?

Murphy: Are you joking?

EH: No. Some readers and writers prefer action to romance. I don’t, but some readers

Murphy: Those readers obviously have not tried to get blood out of their favorite suit.

EH: Do you really wear a suit if you’re fighting someone?

Murphy: Occasionally. And beside that, if you’ve ever been at work and needed to… question someone, it’s sometimes necessary to yank off a few fingers

EH: I don’t need to hear about arterial spray!

Murphy: Fingers, love. They don’t really spray. But if you twist, there can be a popping kind of… well, anyway. Stomp can become messy.

EH: Obviously.

Murphy: Of course, so should romp if it’s done correctly. But it’s far more fun and I’m more than happy to ruin a suit with a good romp.

EH: I think you and Anne ruined more than one in The Scarlet Deep.

Murphy: It was worth it.

EH: Even when

Murphy: Worth it.

EH: Okay then.

Murphy: See, here’s the thing, Elizabeth. A good fight gets the blood pumping. Makes you feel alive. I’m not going to lie that great action can’t make for a great scene. But there’s action, and then there’s… action

There’s more than one way to get the blood pumping, and a good fight doesn’t leave you with a soft woman in your arms after things calm down. A good stomp doesn’t usually last for hours like a good romp does. And then once you’ve rested a bit, you can just go again. And since Anne and I are both vampires, there’s really no limit to

EH: I think I get the idea.

Murphy: I’m fairly sure you don’t.

EH: You do remember that I wrote you both, right?

Murphy: Ah, perhaps you do understand then.

EH: So it’s safe to say, you fall more into the lover category than the fighter category?

Murphy: It’s safe to say that I eliminate my enemies when I need to, and I protect those I’m responsible for. It’s safe to say that anyone who crosses me shouldn’t be fooled by the cut of my suit. I am not a polite man. However, it’s also safe to say that fighting doesn’t bring me satisfaction the way my Anne does. And it’s very safe to say that violence may be unavoidable in my world, but love is necessary. Love is the reason. Love of my city. Love of my people. But mostly, and always, love for my Anne. Without love, there’s no reason to fight.

EH: Oh. 

Murphy: Unless you’re a sociopath. Anne would want me to point that out. Then you might just enjoy violence for the entertainment value. I knew a vampire in the 1920s who

EH: Don’t spoil the moment, Murphy.

Murphy: Fine. Stomp is the bollocks! Romp rules the world. Get a leg over and you probably won’t feel like punching things. Usually works for me.

EH: You’re a poet.

Murphy: I am an eloquent bastard, aren’t I? Can I get back to Anne now?

EH: I suppose so.

Murphy: Thanks, love. Now, about a second book for us…

EH: You’re a pushy bastard, too, aren’t you?

Murphy: You’re the one who wrote me.

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Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp with Patrick Murphy from The Scarlet Deep by Elizabeth Hunter
On the waves of the North Atlantic, a poison spreads, sapping the life from humans and striking madness into immortals.

Patrick Murphy, the immortal leader of Dublin, has been trying to stem the tide of Elixir washing into his territory, but nothing seems to stop the vampire drug. While others in the immortal world work to cure the creeping insanity that Elixir threatens, Murphy has been invited to London to join a summit of leaders hoping to discover who is shipping the drug. If Murphy and his allies can cut off the supply, they might be able to halt the spread long enough for a treatment to be found for the humans and vampires infected.

Anne O’Dea, Murphy’s former lover, retreated from public life over one hundred years ago to help immortals in need… and to heal her own broken heart. Though powerful connections keep her insulated from the violence of vampire politics, even Anne is starting to feel the effects of Elixir on her isolated world. The human blood supply has been tainted, and with Anne’s unique needs, even those closest to her might be in danger. Not just from infection, but Anne’s escalating bloodlust.

When Anne and Murphy are both called to London, they’re forced to confront a connection as immortal as they are. As they search for a traitor among allies, they must also come to terms with their past. Behind the safe facade of politics, old hungers still burn, even as an ancient power threatens the fate of the Elemental World.


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About Elizabeth Hunter


Elizabeth Hunter is a contemporary fantasy and romance author. She is a graduate of the University of Houston Honors College and a former English teacher.

She currently lives in Central California with her son, two very ineffective canine assistants, and a pitifully empty fish tank.

She is the author of the Elemental Mysteries and Elemental World series, the Irin Chronicles, the Cambio Springs Mysteries, and other works of fiction.

Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp Tag Team with Angel Payne & Victoria Blue

Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp Tag Team with Angel Payne & Victoria Blue

Team Romp

A few words about romping…from MARGAUX ASHER and MICHAEL PEARSON, stars of ANGEL PAYNE and VICTORIA BLUE’s next Secrets of Stone book: NO MAGIC MOMENT.

Michael: *Waves* Hello, everyone! I’m so happy to be here with the love of my life to answer parajunkee’s battle cry about the pleasures of a good ‘romp” over a good “stomp”…

Margaux: We’re taking the whole designer shoes element out of the equation, right? Because if “stomping” meant I could rock it hard in those new Jimmy Choos I bought last week…

Michael: *Waggling brows* Who said anything about you taking off the Jimmys, sugar?

Margaux: Why, Mr. Pearson. Is that your tongue in my ear…and your “shoehorn” against my thigh?

Michael: I’ll answer that if you follow me to the bedroom. Take off everything except the Jimmys.

Margaux: Now are you growling at me? I can’t resist the damn growl, Michael.

Michael: Who’s asking you to resist? *Pulls her onto his lap* I thought we were here to talk about the joys of romping. And princess…you like to romp…

Margaux: *Grinning then sighing as he bites into her neck* Says the man who fills the pages of Angel and Victoria’s new book with some of the hottest “romping” in the Secrets of Stone series so far?

Michael: I live to fulfill my creators’ fantasies. And yours.

Margaux: Oh, you definitely do, stud. You definitely do.

Michael: Which time? *Raking his gaze over her face, finally biting into her lower lip.* Come on, tell me. It’s only us…and a few thousand readers…

Margaux: Who want to know what, exactly? About what you do to me in the new book? You mean, in the limo on the freeway…in that cavern on the beach…on the stairs at our place…

Michael: Keep going…

Margaux: *Smiling and biting him back* Ohhhh. So you want to tell them about how you fulfilled my school girl fantasy.

Michael: *Cupping her ass, growling long and hard* If it means getting to picture you in that little plaid skirt and bra, along with the Jimmys? The answer to that would be a huge yes…

Margaux: *Gasping as their bodies slide together* “Huge” would be a very good description…

Michael: *Kissing her deep, deeper…with a lot of tongues and moans* My beautiful princess.

Margaux: My golden-eyes hero…

Michael: You still in the mood to talk about “romping”?

Margaux: Baby, I think everyone is now…

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Stomp vs Romp – Team Romp Tag Team with Angel Payne & Victoria Blue
Abra cadabra…

My name is Margaux Asher—and I’m in love.

Crazy, right? Me, the girl who grew up in the lap of luxury and the shadow of cynicism, is now head-over-heels for an apple farmer’s son who rocks my world and steals my breath. He’s seen the woman beneath the princess, and loves me—for me. Trouble is…he wants all of me. But how can I commit that to him if I don’t know what “me” is?

There are pieces missing—and not just mine. Until Michael opens up and shares all of himself, we’re a great opening explosion, but not a lasting magic tale.

Don’t look at the man behind the curtain…

My name is Michael Pearson—and I’m in love.

Margaux is the fire of my dreams, the fulfillment of my fantasies, and the woman who’s asked the impossible. When your past has been hell, how is it possible to walk through it again? But fighting it isn’t an option—especially when the ghosts rise up and battle back.

Especially when fate issues an ultimatum: battle back, or lose her forever.

Can I do it? Is love enough to change a person’s soul, or will our magic become a forgotten moment for us both?


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About Angel Payne


Bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life, though her love for romances began in junior high, when writing with friends on "swap stories" they'd trade between classes. Needless to say, those stories involved lots of angst, groping, drama, and French kissing.

She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties, writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years, various entertainment industry gigs, and a number of years in the hospitality industry later, Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way, she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California, taking departmental honors for English, before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam/Doubleday/Dell.

About Victoria Blue


Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to seeing what's next!

Stomp vs Romp – Anne Calhoun Hits Hard with Team Romp

Stomp vs Romp – Anne Calhoun Hits Hard with Team Romp

This year team ROMP’s sexy scenes are taking on Team STOMP’s action scenes, and frankly, I don’t think this is a fair fight. Team ROMP wins, TKO in the first round. What to know why?


The end.

Come on! You’ve got to give team ROMP all the points for this one. In a sexy scene you get all the fabulous full-body contact of a fight scene, the sweating and gripping, the thrusting and pounding, but without the blood, bruising, and missing teeth. If you like blood, bruising, and missing teeth (or a vanquished bad guy), well, a big fight scene leads right into to a passionate sex scene. You have to work off all that adrenaline somehow, right? ☺

But really, readers in romance or paranormal genres can’t lose either way. Fighting is as intimate as sex, while sex is just another battle in the game of love.

Take a look below at a scene from my latest release, EVENING STORM, featuring a hot-tempered lingerie designer and a wolf of Wall Street. Fight scene or sex scene? Either way, it’s hot, hot, HOT! And if you agree that sexy-times trump fighting-times, vote for team ROMP. Thanks to Jennifer and Rachel for hosting this fabulous event!



Simone stopped in the center of the hallway and turned to face Ryan, refusing to begin this conversation backed into a wall. She opened her mouth, but he got in the first word.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. His gaze flickered over the details: her forehead, her cheekbones, her lips, her throat, lingering on the notch between her collarbone, the teal silk straining over her breasts, and her tightly compressed waist. He’d seen her in regular clothes, and he clearly knew the shape of her body well enough to tell that she had changed it. He’d spent enough time in Irresistible to know how.

“You look unreal,” he said almost inaudibly, his hand lifting to her waist.

The compliment caught her off guard, but not because she thought it was unusual. Ryan would praise women as a matter of course. No, what arrested her voice and her throat was the raw authenticity of the compliment. He didn’t say she looked pretty, or beautiful, or lovely. He said she looked unreal. She couldn’t breathe, and not just because of the corset. She couldn’t breathe because Ryan was telling her the truth.

“Why are you wearing that for him?”

“I’m not wearing it for him,” she snapped. “I’m wearing it for me. If you paid any attention at all to anything I’ve said about my work, you would know that. Go home and sober up.”

In one smooth movement he stepped into her, forcing her backward against the wall, then flattened his palms on either side of her head. “Don’t leave.”

“We both have to leave,” she snapped. “You probably have yet another woman waiting and I have—”

“Your former lover? Or current?”

“You are in no position to ask such a personal question,” she said flatly. She was having difficulty breathing, and not only from her tightly constricted waist. The elemental emotions flashing from Ryan—anger, possessiveness, sheer masculine desire—took up all the air in the restaurant, the block, and perhaps the city. “You know what you have to do to earn that, right?”

Tension twanged between them like a struck power line. His arm blocked her from leaving, although she could have easily ducked under it. She didn’t. Instead she stood and let his gaze slide over her like a searchlight. The teal brocade sleeves hugged her arms from shoulder to wrist, and the cowl neckline folded away from her throat, exposing her bare shoulders and, from Ryan’s angle, the tops of her breasts, supported by the corset’s cups. His breathing slowed, deepened, as he looked at her and quite deliberately put his hand on her waist.

“Jesus,” he whispered when he encountered the steel stays. “Simone.”

They were alone at the back of the corridor, sconces softly lighting the space in soft pools. They stood in the darkness between two of the pools. His head was bent, looking into her eyes, not down the front of her jacket, as his hand trailed around to the bottommost button and slipped it free.

“Show me,” he said. “Show me what you wore for him.”

“I wore it for me,” she repeated. “Not for him.”

His gaze searched hers for a long moment. “Even better,” he said finally. “Show me what makes you feel confident. Sexy.”

His hand followed hers as she unbuttoned the rest of the placket, sliding up from the bottom. The final button, set high on her collarbone under one of the cowl’s folds, felt like stepping into thin air.

She opened the button. He spread the drooping fabric, revealing a corset that matched the jacket, a brilliant shade of teal silk without any additional ornamentation that drew attention to her body, not to the corset itself.

“How did you get yourself into this?” he murmured.

“Lorrie laced me in before she left for the day.”

His hand slid to her back, fingers delicately touching the grommets, the lacing. When he encountered the recommended two-inch gap at the back of the corset, compressing her waist by two inches, he froze. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Let me see.”

She could feel heat radiating from his palm to the small of her back. “I’m not taking off my jacket and turning my back to you in Bouley’s corridor,” she said. If she sounded breathless, the corset was at fault, not the scent of Ryan’s skin, the heat staining his cheekbones, the heavy-lidded look in his eyes.

After a moment his hand followed the exaggerated curves of her hip, waist, and ribs to the swell of her breast above the cups, where his thumb came to rest.

“What’s your definition of irresistible? Too powerful to be resisted?” He laughed, but the sound was pained. “It worked. I want to give you everything you want.”

The image flashed in her mind, bright hot and searing, Ryan naked and on his knees in front of her. He would unbutton the jacket and spread the fabric to either side, ruck her skirt up to her hips, and put his mouth between her legs. He would lick and suck and please her until she told him to stop. The image made her breath come short, but she wasn’t thinking about her own sexual pleasure. She was thinking about Ryan, naked.

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Stomp vs Romp – Anne Calhoun Hits Hard with Team Romp

Evening Storm by Anne Calhoun

Irresistible #4
Published by: InterMix on August 18th 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
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The national bestselling author of The List continues her sinfully addictive Irresistible series…

When it comes to the wolves of Wall Street, Ryan Hamilton is the leader of the pack. But his bravado is all bluff. The bank he works for is up to it’s assets in fraud and shady deals. And thanks to pressure from the NYPD and FBI, Ryan is working as both a trader and a whistleblower. His only respite from the tension is when he parades his latest arm candy at a fancy lingerie shop.

Simone Demarchelier owns Irresistible, crafting custom high-end lingerie. So she’s more than happy that Ryan is spending a fortune on his women. But she senses that behind the hotshot facade there is something more. Something tortured and sad. And when he flies her out to the Hamptons in the shadow of a summer thunderstorm in order to fix one of her designs, she instead finds herself stuck in the opulent home with a distraught Ryan.

Is Simone the one person who can mend Ryan’s heart and soul?


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About Anne Calhoun

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After doing time at Fortune 500 companies on both coasts, Anne Calhoun traded business casual for yoga pants and started writing the stories that got her through a decade of tedious meetings. Her first release, Liberating Lacey, won the 2010 EPIC Award for best Contemporary Erotic Romance. Sarah Wendell of Kirkus Reviews and NBC Washington listed Liberating Lacey as a great choice to follow 50 Shades of Gray for readers new to erotica and erotic romance. 

Anne has been a poker-faced HR specialist, a cube-locked IT geek, and a run-off-her-heels administrative assistant. She holds a B.A. in English and History and an M.A. in American Studies. Visit for information on upcoming releases, and follow her on Twitter as @annecalhoun. Anne lives in the Midwest with her husband, son, and a rescue dog named Kate, where she is at work on her next novel.

Stomp vs Romp – Zoey Derrick teaches us Assholes Need Love Too #TeamRomp

Stomp vs Romp – Zoey Derrick teaches us Assholes Need Love Too #TeamRomp

Where does the rock star end and the bed god begin?

An Exclusive SHORT interview with the sexy, charismatic, assholian drummer of 69 Bottles, Dex Harris and an Excerpt from Taming Dex – Book 1 of Part TWO in the 69 Bottles Series.

Zoey: What better way to start off this interview than with an introduction and rapid fire…are you ready?

Dex: **wicked smirk** Fire away.

Bed, floor or wall?


Missionary or Doggy?

Duh, doggy

Handcuffs or belt?

Belt – softer bite

Ice or Wax?


Dex: Wait a dang minute, I thought you were going to get to know me.

Zoey: **snorts a laugh** I am, I didn’t specify on what particular subject.

It is at this point that Dex simply shakes his head at me, he may have thrown in an eye roll or two, but I’ll forgive him just this once. Afterall, he has a good foot in height on me and I’m pretty sure his bicep is bigger than my head.

Zoey: Alright Dex, lets get down to business. You’re a self-professed manwhore, though I don’t disagree with this assessment, I am curious about why you think that is?

Dex: That’s super easy, Love. Woman are amazing creatures when their skin is flush with the heat of passion and desire, but they certainly know how to get under your skin afterward, so why stick around until the annoying phase kicks in?

Yup, now I’m the one shaking my head.

Zoey: Ah, but that wont be the case forever, will it?

Dex: Oh I wouldn’t say that.

**throws tape recorder at Dex**

Zoey: you’re an idiot.

The cocky bastard cocks his head at me and smirks…effectively ending our interview.

Can Dex’s wild ways truly be tamed?

Find out in Taming Dex and Devouring Raine – Available Now!

Taming Dex Excerpt:

Ten minutes later, Beck and I are both drooling as we watch Raine savor the taste of my something special on the side. When she received the drink, she raised it to us. Watching that woman taste alcohol is something else entirely. Watching her eyes roll up into her head as she takes in the succulent flavor of a Caramel Apple Martini. I start to count how many drinks I’ve seen her have. She’s up to number five or six and she looks like she hasn’t touched a drop. Lucky bitch. I’m starting to feel the twelve or so beers I’ve had so far.

When she’s done with her drink she smiles at us and goes right back to talking to the dumbass next to her. So much for that plan.

Within another ten minutes, three girls have joined us on the couch. Beck and I have no trouble whatsoever engaging in conversation with them. Ironically enough, none of them seem to know who I am, and I take complete comfort in that. The one chick – yup, don’t ask her name – is very flirty with me and I take to her quickly. The other two girls are flirting very nicely with Beck who is enjoying their company.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Raine stand up from the bar. She sways a little and the guy in the suit steadies her by grabbing her elbow and once again, she locks up. I wonder what that’s all about but I don’t get to dwell on it before my attention is brought back to the redhead half sitting on my lap. She’s subtly grinding her ass against my thigh, my already hard cock throbs that much harder and I try to capture Beck’s attention. Our waitress does that for me by coming back to the table, only this time she has a glass of amber liquid with ice rattling around. 

“This is from the lady, the one you were buying drinks for earlier,” she says with a little bit of a sneer. Shit.

Without any warning, the waitress dumps the drink over my head at the same moment Raine saunters past me, laughing. The woman on my lap jumps up and ice cold Crown slides over my head, down my shoulders and chest. “Fuck,” I growl.

I scowl at the waitress who is working overly hard on not laughing. I catch Beck’s shocked expression but he too is fighting a laugh.

“Excuse me, ladies,” I say and stand. Beck is hot on my heels. Rather than going to the men’s room, I follow Raine out of the bar and to the elevator of the hotel. I keep my distance and I can still hear her laughing softly at her little stunt. I hold Beck back. I want to time this just right. Not giving her an escape. Beck will be with me the whole time and I take a little comfort in that.

Surprisingly, I’m not pissed at her for her stunt. No, I’m so fucking turned on that it is going to take everything I have not to fuck her in the elevator on the way up. She wants to fucking play ball. Let’s fucking play ball.

Finally the elevator arrives. I catch a glimpse of her stepping inside and Beck and I bolt for the doors, catching them just as they start to close.

I am met with terrified ice blue eyes. The smile, the laughter, is gone and I don’t like that. Beck and I step into the elevator, trapping her from escaping before the doors close.

My eyes are locked on hers. Fear, excitement, panic, desire… every single emotion plays across her features before the doors finally close.

“I have to give you more credit. I didn’t think you had it in you,” I tell her, breathing heavy. The cool elevator air is making me shiver. “Now I’m cold, and need to be warmed up.”

I reach for her wrists and she doesn’t fight me, her eyes are locked on me. She shivers when I touch her. I feel it too, but I don’t linger on it. I lift her arms above her head and push her against the back wall, pressing my body against hers and she moans. A perfect fit. My lips slam down on hers. She freezes for a minute but then relents, giving in to my kiss. Her body writhes beneath me. I slide my knee between her legs and immediately she starts to grind against my thigh.

My blood boils. My cock is rock hard and she melts against me. Her breathing becomes ragged and uneven, right along with mine. She wants me. I want her. No, fuck that. I need her.

I pull my head back, reluctantly releasing her lips. My breathing sounds like I’ve run a marathon. My heart is going to burst through my ribs. She whimpers at the loss of my lips and my dick twitches once again. I look at her a little more closely, and Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.

Can the wild, manwhore drummer be tamed?
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Devouring Raine by Zoey Derrick

69 Bottles #5
Published by: Self-Published on July 21, 2015
Genres: Romance
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Loving someone means you give them your heart, your soul and everything in between.

For 69 Bottles Drummer, Dex Harris, life has always been about taking what he wants from women and walking away, that is until Raine Montgomery came barreling into his life. A force to be reckoned with and a woman he couldn’t ignore. She’s showing him that there is more to women than a temporary cure to boredom.

With all their demons laid out on the table, the path to healing can begin. Dex quickly finds he’s replacing a drug addiction, with a Raine addiction, devouring her at every possible moment. Taking her to new heights and pushing her limits is what he’s determined to do.

With the help from a couple new friends, Dex and Raine quickly find a new dynamic to their relationship really does work for them, but is it what she wants? Can she surrender herself to him in every way?

When his past starts knocking on his door, will he be able to protect Raine from his transgression or will the sins of his past rip apart the one thing that has brought him the most joy?

She’s tamed him…now it’s time to show her what true love really means.

A Rock Band… A Tour Bus … One WILD Ride!


About the Author

About Zoey Derrick


It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.

Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.

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