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Kissing Bandits Blitz: Handcuffed by Destiny by Lori King

RELEASE BLITZ

Title: Handcuffed by Destiny

Series: Crawley Creek #6

Author: Lori King

Genre: Contemporary Western Romance

Release Date: August 23, 2016

Blurb

Handcuffed by Destiny Ebook CoverA broken woman… After being kidnapped, tortured and surviving the brutality of human traffickers, Destiny Warren still finds every day a struggle. Every single minute she works to overcome her injuries, both visible and hidden. Despite her overpowering fear, she finds herself drawn to her rescuer, Brandon Bowers.
A man of honor… Bran Bowers was raised by his grandmother with a sense of responsibility and a serious demeanor. He’s spent his life working for everything he has, but Mother Nature and fate seem to be taking turns dealing his cards lately. Between a flash flood that wiped out his home, and a beautiful woman who’s scared to accept his protection, Bran has to roll up his sleeves and take a stand.
A mountain to climb… They say that love conquers all, but can it also overcome the horrors of PTSD? Destiny isn’t sure she can let Bran in, but she can’t seem to let him go. Will Bran walk away knowing he can never know her completely, or is he handcuffed to his own destiny?
**Note from the author: This story reflects on a woman’s victimization at the hands of terrible people. Possible triggers are involved in the storyline and thus should be taken into consideration.

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ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE CRAWLEY CREEK SERIES

Crawley Creek Series

By: Lori King

In a small town in North Dakota there resides a family of misfits on the Crawley Creek Ranch. Brought together by hardship, and heartache they’ve bonded without blood ties, and seek to help others. Four brothers who’ve walked both sides of the line, and come out stronger for it, but will they survive love, loss, and the law?

Beginnings (Prequel)

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RB BannerForget Me Knot (Book 1)

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Rough Ride Romeo (Book 2)

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Claiming His Cowgirl (Book 3)

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Sunnyside Up (Book 4)

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Hawke’s Salvation (Book 5)

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AUTHOR BIO

Lori King is the author of more than twenty five Amazon best-selling romance novels, as well as a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic. She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.

With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her.

AUTHOR LINKS

Website:  http://LoriKingBooks.com

Blog:  http://LoriKingBooks.wordpress.com

Newsletter:  http://LoriKingBooks.com/newsletter

Facebook:  http://facebook.com/lorikingbooks

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/lorikingbooks

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6455081.Lori_King

Crawley Creek Fan Page:  https://www.facebook.com/crawleycreek

GIVEAWAY

  There is a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card

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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Barbara Donlon Bradley

Kissing Bandits Welcomes Barbara Donlon Bradley

KB: Welcome to Kissing Bandits Blog! Tell us a little bit about yourself!

BDB: Well, my name is Barbara Donlon Bradley. I’ve always been a bit creative – love to paint and draw although I haven’t done either in years. When I found writing it was the perfect venue for my creative juices and that is where my focus is. I’m a mother (son is full grown now) and a wife. I’m proud to say I’ve been married to the same man for 31 years and we still like each other.

KB: Tell us a little bit about your most recent release.

BDB: Timeless Desire is the 9th book in my series The Vespian Way. I have an ongoing plot in the series but this book steps away for a moment because my hero and heroine are caught up in a series of timeline changes. It was a whole lot of fun because I had them meeting again and again in these different timelines.

TimelessDesire-medBlurb:

Someone keeps altering the timeline and only Sam and Skye are aware of the change. The culprit doesn’t want Heather and Storm together, yet they keep finding each other, no matter how many times it is changed. Everything needs to be righted and the person messing with it needs to be stopped. It’s up to Sam and Skye to get things back the way it should be.

KB: What made you want to become a writer?

BDB: I’ve always written stories. When I was about 13 I created a character to go with my favorite super hero. Even went as far as creating her costume and car. Then I was in high school I started watching Star Trek in reruns and did the same thing because I wanted something knew. A girlfriend of mine also created a character and we started writing scenes for these characters.

Now we’re going to skip forward about 20 years. My girlfriend and I were still mailing those scenes back and forth when my mother and father-in-law moved back from California. My mother-in-law had taken classes in California to become a writer and wanted to continue following that dream. She had no idea that I had been writing, and I swear she just wanted someone to drive her, but she paid for my first year with RWA and my local chapter of RWA. Well, one day the president of our local chapter decided to do a critique program. She asked for 5 pages of members work to be critiqued. I knew I wasn’t going to be in town the day of the meeting so figured why not? If they don’t like it I could have slunk off into the darkness, never to be seen again. So I sent 5 pages of a scene I had written and waited to hear what they thought.

I was floored! They loved it. I was told that it was very raw and read like a screen play (which made sense since I graduated from college with a BA in Mass Communications with my focus on Television communications) but they saw a career there. That’s when I started writing professionally.

KB: Describe how you create characters.

BDB: My characters create themselves. I have gotten a lot of my ideas from dreams where I can see an important scene in the book. I’m normally in my heroine’s body when these scenes unveil themselves but somehow I know what I look like, what my personality is and a few of my quirks. Just enough to start with. Then they live in my mind, developing and becoming more three dimensional. I think that is why I love my characters so much.

KB: What kinds of female characters do you prefer to write?

BDB: I write strong females. Thanks to my grandma, I have a dominating personality so those type of characters come easy to me. I’m not saying they are so pushy you can’t love them, but they don’t back down from a fight, own up to their mistakes, and sometimes speak before they think.

Find Barbara Donlon Bradley at these places:

Website: http://www.barbaradonlonbradley.com/

Publisher: http://www.phaze.com/author.php?author=21

Blog: http://barbaradonlonbradley.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Donlon-Bradley/118673448173249

Twitter: https://twitter.com/barbbradley

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/barbaradbradley/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/7773192-barbara-bradley

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0072OTZJE

Read these titles by Barbara Donlon Bradley:

Backlist (Oldest to Newest):

A Portrait in Time – Hard Shell Word Factory

Love on the Run – Hard Shell Word Factory

A Quest for Love –Hard Shell Word Factory

Love is … – Satin Romance

Star’s Destiny – Phaze

A Question of Trust – Phaze

Honorbound – Phaze

Dominated By Desire – Book 1 in the Vespian Way Series

Passionate Desire – Book 2 in the Vespian Way Series

Animal Desire – Book 3 in the Vespian Way Series

Unwanted Desire – Book 4 in the Vespian Way Series

Hesitant Desire – Book 5 in the Vespian Way Series

Forgotten Desire – Book 6 in the Vespian Way Series

Stolen Desire – Book 7 in the Vespian Way Series

Hidden Desire – Book 8 in the Vespian Way Series

Timeless Desire – Book 9 in the Vespian Way Series

Dragon Kisses 2: Claimed by the Enemy

Waking with no memory, Arabella finds herself courted by three men claiming to be her mates. Dragon shifters Tobin, Gerrit, and Blakely woo her with sweet words and deeds, convincing her that she’s always lived this fairy tale existence. Life is perfect until the Inamanida King decides the experiment has gone on long enough—and Tobin is ordered to turn Arabella over to be tortured and used by the entire clan.

Meanwhile Jonathan is working to help settle the humans in Zmaj’s outer city. As the son of a prominent human leader, finds himself thrust into a leadership role and having to liaise with creatures he was raised to fear. Soon he falls for Laurel, a beautiful woman recently arrived from Earth, but as secrets emerge, he faces a stark truth that could cost him everything.

Tobin and Jonathan must risk everything and deal with consequences that could cost them the fragile relationships they’ve built with the women they love.

Warnings: MFMM, MF

Word Count: 30,453

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Excerpt #1:

When Mom tried to get up, I grabbed her arm and forced her to sit still. My mother was nobody’s maid, and Laurel was capable of serving herself. A food-filled plate waited for her on the counter. Laurel tossed her long, sun-bleached hair over her shoulder, grabbed her plate, and joined us at the table.

“How did it go today?” Laurel flashed a friendly smile at my mom.

“We sold almost everything,” Mom said.

“No thanks to you,” I added.

“Jonathan!” Mom hissed, probably appalled at my lack of manners.

“She took off and didn’t do shit to help. We provide her with food and a bed, and she does nothing to help with that effort.” The apple-cinnamon bread turned sour in my mouth.

Laurel’s shirt had slid sideways, exposing one shoulder. It was a new design of my mother’s, and we’d sold out of them today. If she wasn’t so annoying, I might have noticed and appreciated the smoothness of her supple, tan skin. The sight of her sexy shoulder might have stirred me, so I focused on what I disliked about her. Laurel didn’t seem fazed by my bad mood. Her grin grew. “I modeled the shirt, Mr. Grouchy. I walked around all day, showing it off and telling people where to get it. I even approached a few of the Zmaj ladies. Did we make any headway there?”

Mom tilted her head and half nodded. “They need a certain fabric that is difficult to obtain. It works with their shifting abilities, appearing when they’re in human form and disappearing when they’re in dragon form. It doesn’t rip or become distorted. I’ve worked with it a few times, but my Zmaj never let me do anything out of the ordinary with it.”

Laurel nodded. “I bet if you ask Cassie, she’ll get you some. Her Zmaj seem to do anything she wants.”

“You sound jealous,” I said. “Did you leave your Zmaj because they wouldn’t do what you wanted?”

“Nope,” she returned smugly, her dark eyes sparkling and setting off something inside me. “I left because I’m not ready to settle down with men who inject venom into me to ensure my compliance.”

A flame lit in my belly—ignited by her look, not her words—and traveled up my spine. The heat threatened to overwhelm me, and so I gulped my water. My mother leaped to her feet. “Jonathan, are you all right?”

“Fine.” I waved her away, but she pushed my hand down and felt my forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

I felt like I was on fire. Across the table, Laurel merely smirked. I ignored her and concentrated on not burping smoke. Pain knifed through my midsection, and I doubled over, toppling to the floor. Laurel and my mother moved the table and bench out of the way, and as their shadows disappeared, I saw that my fingers had become talons. Horrified, I clutched my fist to my stomach and waited for the spasms to pass. This wasn’t the first time I’d had an attack of this kind, but this was by far worse than any of the others. Never before had my hand morphed. Deep down I knew Illion was right, but I refused to think about that right now. I desperately didn’t want to be a fucking—heartless, soulless—dragon.

After a time, the pain faded, as did the heat. Thankfully, my mother ceased trying to make me move or talk to her. Exhausted, I let my mother and Laurel help me to bed, where I immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Excerpt #2:

I woke to blinding sunlight, which meant the day was going to be boiling hot. Summers were the worst. At least my room was cool and comfortable. I sat up, and that’s when all the aches and pains hit. My head felt like a balloon, my shoulder killed, and I couldn’t move my arm. I looked down to see white bandages winding down the right side of my body, all the way to my foot. The left side looked okay, but it was murder to move.

The room in which I lay looked more like a bedroom than a hospital. The walls were white, as were the bed linens, and the curtains were deep brown. No bad or inspirational artwork hung on the barren walls. I’d woken up in a tampon commercial. The bed, by the way, was massive. It could swallow me and a few of my closest friends whole.

“You’re awake.”

Looking over, I hurt my neck and saw a gorgeous man coming through the door, so it was sort of worth the pain. He was quite large, broad-shouldered and full of muscles, yet he moved with pantherlike grace. His face was obscured by his long red hair, and thankfully he brushed it away. His face was just as appealing as his body, but he still gave me pause. For one, his eyes were the same shade of red as his hair, and that struck me as weird. Second, I didn’t know him.

He smiled and gently pushed my unhurt shoulder back down. “Don’t try to move. Your injuries are quite severe.”

I settled back on the pillows. “Who are you? Where am I?”

He frowned and pulled back a bit, regarding me as if I had lost my mind. “Who am I? You do not remember?”

I attempted to shake my head, but the movement hurt, so I said, “Remember what?”

His gaze traveled the length of my bandages. “You fell and hit your head. I feared you would not awaken.”

I feared I hadn’t awakened—or that I had lost my mind. “You haven’t told me who you are.”

“Tobin. Do you recall your name?”

Of course I knew my name—I just couldn’t think of it. I searched my mind, but it hid from me, heckling from behind a veil I couldn’t penetrate. “Where am I?”

“Home,” he said, his expression turning sad. “Arabella, you are home.” He opened his mouth to say more, but then he closed it. “I do not know if it is better for you to remember on your own—as you heal—or if I should tell you everything you wish to know.”

Arabella. That sounded right. Yes, the word took definite shape in the shadows of my memory. More was there, but it remained hidden. I tried to coax it out, but it was too timid—almost terrified. Pain knifed through my head, putting a halt to any of that activity. “Why am I not in a hospital?”

That one seemed to throw him, but he recovered quickly. “What would you get in a hospital that you wouldn’t get here? I have been and will continue to care for you.”

“Why?” I searched his face for clues. Why would he go through the time and expense of caring for someone with injuries as extensive as mine? “What am I to you?”

He glanced away, but not quickly enough to hide the flash of pain in his eyes.

This cloak-and-dagger stuff was going to drive me nuts, especially because it concerned my life. “Tobin, please be honest with me.”

“My mate.” He exhaled hard. “You are my mate, and your accident was my fault. I was irresponsible, full of hubris. I wanted to show off for you, and this was the result.”

Fear clutched at my heart, and the feeling of falling through the air made my stomach clench. Suddenly I felt cold and clammy. I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see, but pain made it come faster. I vomited on my pillow.

Guest Takeover: Kathy O’Rourke

Kathy O’Rourke is an independent writer. I had the pleasure of reading chapters of Knowing Beth as Kathy posted them in a private FB group. If you love alpha male MC stories with sweet, emotionally strong submissives, check, out Knowing Beth

cover  eBook (Final)Knowing Beth by Kathy O’Rourke

Book One in the Men of Nirvana Flats Series.

I was always a closeted writer who wrote stories and poems but would never show them to anybody.  After a bout with cancer I made a bucket list. What can I say, I saw the movie and it inspired me. At the top of my list right under winning the lottery was write a novel. Since winning the lottery was a crapshoot, I moved on to writing my novel. People ask me where I got my idea for Knowing Beth, the answer is crazy simple… the character Beth came to me in a dream and gave me her story and then sat on my shoulder as I wrote the book.   Ask any writer and they will tell you that their characters become real to them. Mine did and I love them. As I was writing Knowing Beth it became apparent that this needed to be a series because all of the characters want me to tell their stories too.  I titled the series “The Men of Nirvana Flats” after their motorcycle club’s name which is  the Nirvana Flats Motorcycle Club (NFMC). Each book will have a HEA for one of the men but all the characters will be seen through the series.

Blurb:

Beth: A young submissive in trouble.

Parker: A Dom with a sad secret.

Was it just an accident that they met? Or something else?

Can Parker and his crew help Beth handle her past demons? Can Beth help Parker deal with his painful past?

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Amazon Reader Reviews:

“This is a must read that will melt your panties, make you sweet, bring tears to your eyes and have your heart racing”

“A refreshing take on romance.”

“Really liked this book. Loved the different characters points of view.”

“I must say she had me hooked by the third chapter. Her characters were well written and the story-line held my interest to the very end.”

Book Two: Thanking Stars releases Christmas 2014.

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Knowing-Beth-Nirvana-Flats-Book-ebook/dp/B00N63N6AE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1410100561&sr=1-1&keywords=knowing+beth

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/knowing-beth-kathy-orourke/1120263293?ean=2940150397330

https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=knowing+beth

 

Author Bio:

Kathy O’Rourke is a writer of woman’s romance with an erotic twist.  She grew up in East Rockaway New York, went to college in Utah but has been a resident of Los Angeles California since she was 24 years old. She was always a closeted writer who took an early retirement to try her hand at being an author. She self published “Knowing Beth” this past August. It is her first novel and book one in her Men of Nirvana Flats Series.

Writing is not her only love. She loves reading, gardening and her dogs Yogi and BooBoo.

 

Guest Takeover: Jane Leopold Quinn

My buddy Jane Leopold Quinn has a wonderful new release that you need to check out!

Loving Ivy 200x312 FinalLoving Ivy

The Brothers Agee – Jake

by Jane Leopold Quinn

 

BLURB

 

Ivy Westlake, thought to be a demure young lady, comes alive at her friend’s hacienda in Mexico when she discovers the Flamenco. Her wild side is unleashed in the sensuality of music and dancing. She will not allow her father to force her into a marriage of convenience back East, so she runs away with the dance troupe.

Jake Agee, cowboy, horse trader, loner, has carefully built a life with no commitments. That life explodes in his face when Ivy dances. He doesn’t know she’s run away until he spots her performing in a small California town. He battles his desire to have this woman against his well-honed sense of independence.

Jake and Ivy perform their own style of pas de deux throughout southern California until their passions ignite in a desert cave in the middle of a thunder storm. Jake fights his growing love as Ivy fights her craving for their erotic pursuits. Jake’s long lost brother suddenly and mysteriously surfaces. Will this appearance tear Jake and Ivy apart? Will it destroy their love?

 

R- RATED EXCERPT

 

The drawers dropped.

He groaned. Her dancer’s body, one long graceful line from head to toe, reminded him of a painting he’d seen in San Francisco. He’d been wandering along Market Street near the Palace Hotel and caught a glimpse of a beautiful naked woman through a window. When he went to investigate, to his embarrassment he discovered he’d entered an art gallery. A painting—a woman rising from a pond surrounded by thick woods. Now he stared stupidly at the very image of the woman in the painting, at the real life woman’s pale translucent flawless skin. He had the living breathing Ivy here before him, not unobtainably flat on a canvas.

His palms itched to cover her full white breasts. His body flamed hot wanting the feel of her dark rosy nipples rubbing against his bare chest. And in his mouth. His clenched jaw ached. He growled deeply in his throat at the insistent throbbing of his cock, at the thickening inside his pants. Ravenous to touch her, her breasts, her belly, the dark triangle below it, he swallowed, suddenly nervous.

He lifted a hand to her hair, slipping his fingers through it, fluffing the damp strands out to spill down her back and over her shoulders to teasingly cover her breasts. The woman in the painting, her hair was like this. He’d stood so long in front of the painting that the gallery proprietor had to cough to get his attention. At the time he believed he’d never see a woman’s hair like that in the painting. But he was wrong. It was here, within his reach, rich and thick and wildly curling around her breasts, her nipples peeping through. Fingering the length of the waves drifting over her neck and shoulders, his hands shaking slightly, he reached the round cushions of her breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he brushed the backs of his knuckles down the center of her body.

His eyes widened to take it all in, his mouth watering to taste her. His lips softened, his breath rasped. He heard her sharp indrawn gasp and a moan echoed so deeply inside her he could feel its vibration on his fingers. Glancing up, he saw she was watching with fascination as his fingers skimmed around her breasts finally reaching their tips.

She looked up at him then, her lips parted in anticipation, her eyes swimming with desire. “Mm,” she sighed shakily, pursing her lips, her body quivering, her eyes glazed and dreamy as he drew the backs of his fingers over her.

His only reality was his hands on her body, on her hot skin. Curving his palms around her, he caressed her breasts, her neck and shoulders. He’d never made love like this, had no plan of seduction. Yes, he’d had sex before but never with the feeling that this time would be momentous. He wanted it to be good for her. If he was going to take her innocence, he didn’t want her to regret it.

“Ah.”

He leaned in, their lips meeting, soft at first, just a gentle brush.

“God, Jake.” She groaned into his mouth.

Their lips parted momentarily, then his kiss turned savage, his tongue plunging into her slippery mouth and intertwining with hers, filling her until he felt breathless and weak. Her fingers clutched the back of his shirt, nails digging into the skin beneath. The sharp sting kindled a spark in him. His hands raked through her damp hair, cupping her head in his palms, holding her as he moved over her lips, taking control of her mouth.

He caressed her shoulders and neck with his thumbs, nibbling at her brow and eyelids, nuzzling her ear and, with repressed ferocity, he bit her earlobe.

“Jake,” she murmured repeatedly. She pulled frantically at the front of his shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it. “I want to feel your bare skin,” she demanded, her voice lying low and husky. As the shirt fell open, her hands grazed across his chest followed by the hot softness of her breasts. Crying out at the contact, she kissed his shoulder. Her lips moved down, following her fingers as they skimmed over the light hair covering his chest, following the trail directly to his belly button.

He stopped her hand from going lower. Stupid son of a bitch.

 

 

Loving Ivy available at Amazon – B00NVLCP3A

 

Bio

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

 

My Other Books

Ellora’s Cave

Lost and Found

Indie

Valentine’s Day

His Hers & His

The Keeper

Soldier, Come Home

Winning Violetta

A Promise at Dawn

Loving Ivy

The Long Road to You (coming soon)

Home to Stay (coming soon)

Hot Under the Collar (coming soon)

Siren

Undercover Lover

Mercenary Desires

I’ll Be Your Last

 

Labels/Tags:  historical western, romance, adventure, happily ever after, flamenco dancer, cowboy

 

Jane Leopold Quinn

My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality

http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com  +  https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor

 

 

TRR Top Pick for Surreal Neal

I absolutely LOVED waking up to this wonderful review from Delta at The Romance Reviews!

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“All of the characters are well written and have a depth not often found in erotic romance. As a frequent reader of ménage stories, I appreciated that each of the three main characters had an equal stake in the relationship. There is a LOT of sex–wicked, playful, sensual, loving, erotic sex. And it’s GOOOOOD. Ms Zurlo makes the reader feel the intensity of a scene, whether kinky or vanilla. If you like erotic romance that takes you into a relationship and makes you feel like a participant or a voyeur, then you’ll love HANGING ON 2: SURREAL NEAL. I wholeheartedly recommend picking up all of the Awakenings books too, as they’re just as well done as this one.”

Buy it today from Amazon or your favorite eBook distributor: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FJ6V8V0/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00FJ6V8V0&linkCode=as2&tag=thstro0e-20