Sunday, September 6, 2015

Meet The Men of Monaco--Tall, Dark & Sexy Trilogy


September 14 - The Tall Dark & Sexy series ushers in the Laurent brothers--Damien, Dane, Dallon. The brothers are the next generation of Laurent Holdings, a company that provides the super-wealthy with the ideal real estate property. While they continue the Laurent legacy, they are Monaco's eligible bachelors. Faling in love may not be on the agenda. Yet, romance knows no bounds. Read the sexy, emotional journeys that each brother takes to find his special soulmate.

PREORDER DAMIEN

Two worlds collide. And the battle of wills sizzle. Losing?—That’s out of the question. 

Damien Laurent is the ultimate bad boy of the Laurent Dynasty. After a series of tabloid faux pas, the family votes an immediate suspension, against him, from the real estate family business. One brother demands that he gets his head back in the game. The other brother suggests that he discovers his passion. No one knows the real reason for his hyperactive do or die antics. And he’s not telling. 

Except Anna di Torino, the Italian enchantress of royal blood, knows Damien all too well. Their torrid affairs had set headlines ablaze until she’d turned down his marriage proposal. Her family obligations continue to war with her desire for the man whose family from humble beginnings now owns most of Monaco. 

On a modeling assignment, she is thrust into the new world of professional electric car racing—Damien’s new playground. Seeing him again, revives the heady, sensual longing that she thought she’d successfully buried. Their reunion sets the headlines abuzz. But this time, she doesn’t want a bad boy. She wants a husband. Only one man stokes her desire, satisfies her needs, and seduces her heart…Damien!







PREORDER DANE

Enemies to lovers, unlikely. Rules of engagement—pretend to negotiate, sway with compromise, seduce with a takeover of the body and soul. 

Dane Laurent lives and breathes the family real estate business. While his brothers attend parties for the wealthy who make Monaco their playground, he would rather stay focused on profit and loss statements. Regaining the number one spot for their high-end condos on the global market energizes his soul, not jetting around with spoiled socialites. 

When the Persian party-girl, Yasmin Nariman, needs a condo for herself and her entourage, he’s wary of the opportunity. Bad blood simmers between the Narimans and Laurents. And despite her intelligence and good looks, he doesn’t trust the only daughter of his father’s enemy. Little did he know that dealing with her came with strings attached. 

Yasmin plays hard. But what her critics don’t know is that she works hard. Her false veneer as a socialite hides her shark-like ability to infiltrate and take over market shares. While her family dabbles in oil, she sets her eyes on real estate development in Monaco. With her eyes on the significant market share of the Laurent business, she acknowledges that there is one obstacle—Dane.  

Her plan? To woo and conquer. His plan? To keep his enemy close, maybe never let go.





PREORDER DALLON

Some promises must be broken for hearts to heal and for love to grow. 

Dallon Laurent loves the family business with his passion for yacht racing, as a close second. His racing team heads to Barcelona, the home of his best friend, to wind down after a crushing loss to their rival. The plans to relax go awry when he’s reacquainted with Nicola Sandoval his best friend’s little sister turn sophisticated international fashion mogul. The flirty banter touches off emotions that he doesn’t ever want to face again—loving and forever losing a lover to a devastating illness. 

Nicola Sandoval barely looks at her older brother’s friends. Confirmed bachelors who have silly women hanging on their arms and on their every word. But, she withholds judgment at the first sighting of Dallon Laurent. His shy reserve intrigues and stirs her curiosity to know more about her brother’s friend. Not that she’s looking for a partner in bed or in her life. 

On his last night in Barcelona, they agree to one night of sensual decadence with no holds barred, and no looking back. But after Dallon returns to Monaco, Nicola knows that she will renege on the deal. Determined and stubborn, she reinserts herself squarely in front of Dallon. Now, she must prove, by any means, that what they shared wasn’t a figment of the imagination. That what they shared should have no end. That what they needed was each other.





Wednesday, May 13, 2015

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Di Topaz's Excerpt


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Mr. November 
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz 
"Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?"



Angelique could not believe the feeling that caused her body to tingle. She’d had orgasms before, but none that compared to the one she’d just experienced. It was so massive it could, from her perspective, count as more than one. She could not move. She wanted to lift her body onto her high bed, but that was a task she was not ready for as of yet. Her legs were still unstable. When she’d purchased the bed she thought of how sexy it would be. Never did she think she’d be too exhausted to get into the bed.

 When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down into Justice’s face. He still sat kneeling before her. She focused on his eyes and they had darkened with passion. She reached down and rubbed her hand across his face. He tilted his head and kissed her hand. The slight movement melted her heart. That was the motivation she needed to finally stand on her own.
Pushing away from the side of the bed, she reached for his hand. He placed his into hers and finally rose to his feet. She was quickly reminded that his bottom half was still covered with clothing. Placing her hand at the waistband of the sweatpants she pulled them over his hips. His member sprang forward ready for action. She had never been one of those people who believed in stereotypes. He was blessed with both girth and length.
“I have condoms in there,” she said as she pointed toward the nightstand.
 Justice wasted no time. He quickly stepped out of his pants and went to retrieve them. The shocked look on his face was enough to have her wondering if she’d left her magic mike there instead.
“What in the world?” he asked.
 He lifted his hand from the drawer holding several packages of condoms. All sizes and styles rained from his fingers. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Hey, a girl can’t be too careful,” she laughed.

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Erosa Knowles's Excerpt


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Mr. February 

RECLAMATION: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles 
"In the end, the only words he needed were hers." 


Closing his eyes, he dropped his head onto the lounger, allowing his lover to do her thing. Lately, a project at work had kept her tied in knots, and being a stress reliever had awesome benefits. Four days at the beach seemed the perfect remedy to rest and reconnect. Tamara’s knuckles grazed his cheek.

Max opened his eyes half-mast, watching, and waiting.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
His dick jumped. Not because of what she said, but how the longing in her voice crawled inside his skin. “I never thought… never expected to meet someone like you. Not after… well, Eugene.”
Max tamped down the burgeoning irritation at the mention of that bastard into this special time.
Tamara rubbed against him, coaxing him back to life and robbing his mind of thought. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her close.
“You are so much more. A great father, friend to so many, and most importantly…” she whispered, and then kissed him lightly, again and again. Her tongue brushed against his mouth and slid between his lips.
Eager to join with her, Max’s body hummed with expectation. His fingertips trailed between her legs, seeking entry. “What? Most importantly what?” he asked when she stopped moving.
Tamara’s lips hovered above his. “Mine. All mine.” Her words sent a shaft of pleasure through him. 

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Yvette Hines's Excerpt


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Mr. April 

Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines 
"Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she's his mate is the real challenge"



Hurrying, she was at almost a run. The revving engine let her know that her pursuers had picked up speed too.  Coming to the end of the deck, she saw an alleyway between the deck and the store. She considered ducking into it, but thought against it.
That’s how women get caught in movies.
“Bitch, stop!”
Pressing her hand to her chest to make sure the thin wallet stashed at the side of one of her breasts didn’t pop out, she began to run. Her low heels tapped fiercely on the concrete.
“Ah!” She screamed and struggled as someone grabbed her arm and yanked.
Dragged into the dark alleyway and pressed against the cool cement of the store, she fought against her captor blindly.
“Let me go, asshole!” She swung her fist and bucked her body as the grip tightened on one wrist and the weight of someone angled into her.
“Calm down—”
“You’ve messed with the wrong woman!” She bucked. Her language ghetto and menacing, evidence of her true roots. “Bastard, get off—”
His strength overpowered her, as he kept a hand over her mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Mister Amber Eyes was staring down at her. He had six inches or so over her five ten height. She wasn’t sure where he’d come from, but a part of her mind was glad he was there.
She preferred this stranger to the group in the car, evidenced by her body’s response to him. Yes, her heart was racing, and it would be easy to see it as a fact of her running for her life. However, that didn’t explain her taut nipples, the instant ache in her body or the throbbing of her clit.
The raw scent of cinnamon and sage drew her to him, made her crave his naked skin sliding along her own.
What in the hell? This was no time for her to become aroused. There were men out to get her.
His own gaze was intense as he stared at her, hard. His muscles were tense, not just from holding her, but bunching and flexing as if he fought within himself. There was a deep V over the bridge of his nose as if he were perplexed about something. She even became aware of a slight tremor that shook his form.
With his hand still over her mouth, she couldn’t question him.
There was a wide arc of light coming from the street as the vehicle came to the alley.
“She went down there.” Someone shouted.
The alley was wide enough for a garbage truck to pass through, allowing the car plenty of space to pass.
She wiggled, trying to indicate to her stranger that they needed to go. Soon, the headlights would spotlight them and they’d be caught.
“Be still.” His voice was strong, sure, husky. “Trust me?”
Unsure why he questioned her on that since they hadn’t even really met, or why she was nodding her answer that she did. But, at the center of her core, her very being, she trusted them man.
The car barreled toward them, the beam illuminating the walls and trash littering the alleyway as it drew closer. Any moment the two of them would be spotted.
He leaned in closer and laid his mouth against her ear. “Forgive me,” he whispered, his warm breath captivating her, seducing her senses.
Forgive hi—
Like a strike of lightning, his hand was under her dress and between her thighs. He circumvented the edge her thong and was inside of her.
Two thick fingers were thrust all the way in her sex.
Shocked didn’t begin to explain how she felt. She squeaked and pressed her fists into his chest trying to move him.
“Keep still,” he growled the order.
She froze, as the headlights landed on them.
“Where the fuck is she?”
The harsh rays kept her from seeing who was speaking as the car stopped.
I’m right here. Why can’t they see us standing right here?
Three car doors slammed.
Shivers raced through her. We’re caught.


12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Aliyah Burke's Excerpt


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Mr. September 

Inferno by Aliyah Burke 
"Sometimes the flames aren't meant to be put out. "



Bastian put his hands on the mattress behind him and watched the woman in the room with him. Her frustration with the entire situation showed all over her features, but he admired her restraint. Brown eyes sparked with emotion, and she occasionally chewed on the inside of her cheek. I have the feeling she’s close to the end of that particular rope, however. She held a shoe in one hand, showing off her bright pink sock with its white toes and heel. 
“I don’t have time for games,” she stated, glaring at him.
“And, you think I do? I was out playing games earlier. Haven’t even had food. Neither have you, considering how you stormed out of the diner without eating. So, here’s my proposition. We go out to eat, and you explain all of this to me in a calm, rational manner.”
“You say that in a condescending way, like I am not being calm or rational.” She dropped her shoe and positioned her foot to shove back in it.
“I’m not the one who stormed out of the diner.”
She narrowed her gaze on him, apparently forgetting about the shoe as she scowled. “No, you’re the one who was disrespectful to your grandfather.”
Seriously? “Come here.”
“Do you see a dog collar on this neck? Because I don’t respond like that.”
“Christ, woman, are you going to make everything this difficult?” He rose and went to her. She smelled fresh and clean, no cloying artificial scent. He liked it. Were he to pull her close to him, she would tuck into him nicely.
She took several deep breaths and said, “I’m sorry. I will try to be nicer.”
“Those words sounded dragged out of you,” he murmured, leaning closer until he brushed her hair with the side of his face. “Being nice that difficult?”
“I don’t know you from Adam. Your grandfather invited himself along after telling me you would help me. I don’t have a God damn clue about what is even needed for a photo shoot, and if I don’t deliver on this, my cousin is going to lose her flipping shit. Not that she should have put it on me to begin with. I mean, after all, I’m just the fucking family punching bag loser.” She threw up her hands and walked away from him.
He gripped her arm and drew her back against him. “Darlin’, you’re about to hyperventilate. Calm down and take deep breaths.”
Her dark skin had paled as her chest heaved with its attempts to pull in oxygen. He led her back to the bed and sat her on the edge.
“Deep breaths,” he stated once more. “Slowly.” He crouched before her, hands on her thighs as she continued to struggle. “Concentrate on your breathing.”
It began to slow. Her phone rang, and he noticed immediately how her breathing increased when she reached for it. He moved the item out of the way, so she couldn’t get to it. “Look at me.” Her attention swung back to him, expression scattered. He settled his hand on the side of her face. “Good, stay with me. Deep breaths. Do as I am.”
Five minutes later and her color had returned. Her breathing had gone back to a much more relaxed tempo. Focus inched into her gaze.
“I’m fine.” He didn’t move, remaining crouched between her legs. “You can back away.”
Slowly, he returned to his feet, not backing off, however. “Does that happen a lot?”
“No.”
She touched the corners of her mouth. He went to bring her a bottle of water from the table. Bastian opened it and handed it off. She drank heavily until he took the bottle away.
“So, dinner?”
Her phone rang again, and he stared at her face, observing her debating if she should answer it or not. “Why not? What about your grandfather?”
“He’s on his own. This is between us.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
She ignored his hand and went to the door. He turned and, right as she opened the door, said, “Would you like your shoe?”
Fire sparked in her gaze. “I need to drink,” she said, walking back to him where she snatched the shoe from his grasp.
“I think we can get you a drink.”
She gazed at him as she hopped on one foot, shoving her shoe on the other. “I didn’t say a drink. I said to drink.” She wriggled her foot then marched to the door once more.


Friday, May 8, 2015

BOUND TO HER; Available now




California beauty, Bethany Rhodes, needs an emergency getaway after a humiliating revelation between her surfer boyfriend and their landlady. She chooses the opposite coast for her escape, along with a four-day, three-night vacation package to the Maine mountainside. A blistering blizzard rolls in to keep her snowbound at the inn where her attention focuses on the grumpy, but gorgeous, innkeeper’s brother…Rock Braxton. 
The brooding lawman, Rock Braxton has his routine and his memories. Still unable to move on since his wife’s death, Rock has kept his heart on lockdown. From the first instant that he meets Bethany, she shakes up his world with her sunny disposition and sexy, bold charm. No matter how hard Rock tries to keep her at arms-length, he feels pulled under her spell. He feels bound to her. 

EXCERPT:
Rock cupped the delicate angle of her chin and gently tilted it upward. The flow of his blood roared in his head. The rush seized him in its clutch and swooped him into a frenetic spiral. Speech failed and so did his knees. He sank in front of her. They faced each other, chests rising and falling to the rhythmic beats pulsed to their stormy passions.
He tangled his fingers through her hair, its softness and curls interlaced with his hands. Her scent continued the invasion of his soul. He leaned in and brushed her hair across his cheeks. The silky curtain of hair teased his nerves. Everything about her was soft and smooth. Every instance of touching her made him glutton for more.
He kissed her, and he wanted more.
He laid her on her back to admire the luscious swell of her breasts and seductive outlines of her hips. Tenderly he kissed the star-shaped birthmark on her shoulder.  Her moan increased the flow of his excitement.
Again, he wanted more.

Enjoy!
Michelle

Friday, April 10, 2015

One Hot Dare - Cover Reveal & Preorder Info


Book 1 Cover of the Secrets of the Samurai is revealed. ONE HOT DARE is ready for pre-order, with release in July. Click here to pre-order in Amazon; Nook; iBooks





Kenzo (Ken) Kotaro is an Irish-Japanese bodyguard with the latent power of a samurai. Right now he’s opposite of all the qualities of a samurai. He’s a gambler, rolling stone when it comes to women, and cynical about life as a biracial outcast.

He has been trained in martial arts and in the secret ninja camps from early years through his college years, when he finally left home and the practice. He makes ends meet by hiring himself out as a bodyguard.

His lifestyle was momentarily interrupted when he met Nyah Wilson. His celebrity-cousin’s business manager who not only rocked his world, but almost drove him to his knees to beg her to stay. But instead of walking away from her, she rejected him and his vices. His cousin’s call for him gives him a second chance at Nyah. Now, he will stop at nothing, including gambling at cards, to throw down a dare that he’s sure to win.

Nyah Wilson is a Senegalese-American and her female warrior spirit is ready to rise to the occasion to fight alongside her man. 


Book Excerpt:

Nyah watched Ken at the Gohonzon finish up his morning meditation facing east to the rising sun. His soft chanting accompanied the muted peal of the bells from the nearby Buddhist temples. The waves of sound vibrated through the morning mist.

She stirred under the sheets loosely covering her naked body. The kuchinashi flower petals carpeting the floor still scented the air with the smell of gardenias. Some of the candles had burned to the wick while others had lost their flame when the nightly breezes rushed in before the thunderstorm. 

Her gaze settled, above Ken’s head, on the mountain with its snow capped peak.

By sundown, there would be war.

Ken would have to defend his chief’s honor. He would have to defend his lineage. She didn’t want him to go but could not stand in the way of his obligation. The ancient blood of the samurai would infuse his spirit for battle. As a calm overtook him, she felt his retreat from her. 

Slowly she rose and wrapped the sheet around her body, knotting it over her shoulder toga style. Without a word, she knelt beside him and took an incense stick and lit it. A winding wisp of smoke curled upward to mix with the sandalwood fragrance. She clasped the incense between her hands, bowed her head, and joined in with the rhythmic gongyo. Then she placed the incense in the burner to burn from left to right. 

She was here with her samurai warrior, always. When he climbed that mountain in a few hours, he had to know that she would be chanting for his return, his victory, his honor.

His love. 

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Book Release: To Tempt A Billionaire

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