I’m going to make this simple. I have two Thunderclap campaigns going for two new releases, one in August and the other in September.
I need 100 supporters on each for them to tip and the information about the books to show up on Social Media.
Everyone today who clicks on the below links (you have to support both campaigns) will win one of my romances (titles below). That’s it! You support the campaigns via Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr.
Links to Thunderclap Campaigns to Support:
WICKED TAKEOVER – http://thndr.me/6V0ey7
SUMMER NIGHTS OF DELIGHT – http://thndr.me/bB0sJN
Supporters get their choice of one of these books (one for each supporter for both campaigns – each title takes you to Amazon or the bookseller where you’ve find a blurb and excerpt):
After you support the campaigns, please put your book choice in the comments.
These are my upcoming releases that I’m doing the Thunderclaps for.
WICKED TAKEOVER – A Wicked Brand Novel – Book 1
Preorder: July 17 – Releases: August 7
She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.
Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
Before she chickened out, she slipped inside and lost her breath as the cold air washed over her. Few things in life felt as nice as the chilly temperature in here. Latin music pumped from the sound system, its beat strong and sensuous, though not loud. More like the volume you’d hear in a high-class restaurant. The black tile floor sparkled with cleanliness, as did everything else, the air bearing a faint cinnamon scent. Three black leather sofas were to the right in the spacious front area. Photos of tattoos hung on the stark white walls, along with various tees and posters for sale. Everything in order and surprisingly nice.
No one was behind the glass-and-chrome front counter displaying ornate belt buckles for sale. Other than her, the place appeared deserted. It was always possible the young woman who’d just left worked here, maybe as the cashier, and had stepped out for her break…without leaving a sign that said she’d be back soon and failing to lock the front door.
Little wonder this place was barely hanging on.
The photos drew Lauren as a train wreck would. She touched her throat. Someone had tattooed a man’s tongue with Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam. The details were incredible and weird yet strangely beautiful.
A woman had her eyelids tattooed with large, cartoon-like irises. Even with her eyes closed, she seemed to stare.
Lauren edged away from that creepy picture and stopped at a tattoo of a monster’s head on a man’s groin. The guy’s amazingly long cock was inked to look like the monster’s tongue. She leaned closer and sucked in a breath. Even his balls had tats on them.
She didn’t want to know how much that must have hurt.
A door shut inside the parlor, and she spun around, surprised to see a guy striding down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held. Okay, so someone else was here.
She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, no fat on his hard body, only smooth, bronze skin and slabs of muscle.
Her mouth watered.
He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was a band of thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic—a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.
Lauren pressed her toes into her shoes to keep from swaying or edging closer.
His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, and a dark brown color. Those thick, silky locks encouraged her to ease the strands from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latino. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had a five o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.
She bet he was uninhibited. Alpha to the core.
And not for her. Guys like him wanted goddesses.
Lauren backed up. Her shoes tapped in time to the Spanish music flowing from the sound system.
He halted and lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers.
Her bones went soft.
He smiled easily and confidently. “Hey.”
Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.
Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and approached, his stride smooth and assured.
His fragrance surrounded her. Something clean and citrusy, reminiscent of summer days, an ocean breeze, and sun baking naked skin.
She locked her knees to keep her balance and tried not to stare at his impressive Adam’s apple, luscious mouth, and full, kissable lips.
He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “Did you lose your way?”
With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful but intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech.
SUMMER NIGHTS OF DELIGHT – from the Romance Books ‘4’ Us Authors
A heart stopping collection of passion and seduction.
Coming September 5
With the summer months slipping by, the temperature will still stay hot when you read this heart stopping collection of passion and seduction. Brought to you by the authors of Romance Books 4 Us, and written by today’s hottest bestselling authors, there is a little bit of something for everyone in each story. So run, don’t walk, to your nearest online eBook retailer and one-click this compilation of sexy reads which will pull you into… summer nights of delight.
Featuring Make Me Breathless by Tina Donahue – contemporary menage
These rugged cowboys know what they want…the biker chick who just became their neighbor.
When Ally inherits a Texas ranch, she’s not about to trade in her Harley for a horse or a cow. However, she is taken with the McCrays, two deliciously virile cousins who own the adjoining land. Lucas and Colt are a hundred percent male whether they’re working their property or stripping to skin to cool off in the creek. Maybe it’s time to meet her neighbors.
Colt’s never known a woman like Ally, sultry yet vulnerable and totally clueless when it comes to ranching. Hell, what kind of man would he be if he didn’t offer to help? Lucas feels the same. Both guys want to give her some fun, Texas style. Long, hard, and thorough.
Ally’s certainly game for a good time, yet the sweetest surprise is what follows.
Colt and Lucas McCray were at it again, giving Ally a lust attack.
Her pulse ticked up.
If history repeated itself, both guys would soon strip naked and cool down in the creek that ran through their land and hers. Technically, she was on her side, shadowed by foliage. Her gaze, however, invaded their territory.
Ally couldn’t move or look away. Colt and Lucas were too delicious, Texas large and one-hundred percent freaking male. For the last half hour, they’d cleared vegetation from their ranch and flexed more muscles than any guy should be allowed. Lucas had operated a monster machine similar to a bulldozer. Rather than knocking down the cedar and shrub overgrowth, the damn thing gobbled the stuff noisily and regurgitated what appeared to be mulch. Chainsaw in hand, Colt had carved up tree trunks, turning them into manageable logs he and Lucas now dumped into their pickup bed.
The metal twanged. Dust flew.
Hard work on such a blistering day. Perspiration dotted their faces, dirt streaked their white tees. The soft cotton clung to their damp chests. Battered jeans hugged their powerful thighs and the meaty bulges between their legs.
The world shifted. Ally gripped her motorcycle handlebars for support.
Colt turned away first. After tossing his work gloves into the pickup cab, he took a long drink from a thermos. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow. Short, dark hairs shadowed his throat, chin, and cheeks. Unspeakably virile.
Heat poured through Ally and warmed her better than the muggy air.
He wiped off his mouth and handed the thermos over.
Lucas drank greedily. Liquid streamed over his bristly chin and throat. His stubble was slightly lighter but totally masculine.
Colt strode toward the creek, his movements fluid and assured, a man comfortable with himself and his world.
Following him, Ally swatted at insects and low-hanging branches.
He dropped his tan Stetson on the grassy bank and pushed his fingers through his dark-brown hair. Thick locks tumbled over his forehead. Others curled around his ears and his neck. Eyes closed, he lifted his chin.
She sagged against a tree, heedless of its rough bark.
His looks were deliciously rugged: dark eyebrows, strong nose and jaw, a rich, kissable mouth. In other words, the real deal, not Madison Avenue’s version of what a rancher should look like. Tall, possibly six-three, he was nothing but lean muscle. Prominent veins corded his biceps. His skin was deep bronze from sun-drenched days.
He pulled off his tee.
Her mouth went dry.
His pecs were firm, abs wonderfully defined, his tiny nipples similar in color to brown sugar. Dark hair traveled downward from his navel and disappeared beneath his jeans waistband.
Ally hoped he’d rip those suckers off.
He sank to the grass and removed his boots and socks.
She smiled at his long toes.
Back on his feet, he padded through water until it reached his thighs then fell back into it, still dressed.
Ally screwed up her mouth at his unexpected modesty and hoped Lucas wouldn’t be the same.
He’d stopped near Colt’s hat and dropped his own next to it. Although they shared the same last name, he and Colt were cousins, not brothers. Lucas wore his ash-blond hair cropped short with some length on top. His features were all-American handsome rather than rough, his sun-kissed skin golden not bronze. Like Colt, he was tall, lean, and muscular with surprisingly dark eyebrows and stubble given his fair locks.
Unlike Colt, he stripped bare, his arms and torso deeply tanned. The skin beneath his navel was several shades lighter but just as luscious.