 
Kate
Hart and Dominic Knight's volatile love affair continues in the last book in
the All or Nothing trilogy from C.C. Gibbs. Being tied down to just one
woman was the last thing Dominic wanted. But from the moment he laid eyes on
Kate, he couldn't deny his overwhelming desire for her or his need to possess
her.
Praise
for Book #1, ALL HE WANTS: "There
are so many Fifty Shades-esque books on the market nowadays, but
book one of the All or Nothing trilogy will be remembered. This sensational
debut will spark interest among the most dedicated erotica fans. Gibbs
doesn't beat around the bush, gets straight to the point, and will leave
readers gasping for breath…this story is much more imaginative and will take
readers to heights they never even believed existed." —RT Book
Reviews
Praise
for Book #2, ALL HE NEEDS: "This
electrifying follow-up to the debut of the All or Nothing trilogy will
satisfy readers across the map. Gibbs' writing has a way of connecting with
one's libido and keeps readers wanting more. Our hero and heroine's
relationship seems stronger than ever since they've been apart, and their
explosive meetings together will stay embedded in erotica fans' memories for
a very long time. All He Needs is suspenseful, emotionally
driven and will keep Gibbs' fans wondering how in the world she will be able
to top this installment." —RT Book Reviews
All
He Desires Excerpt
He
glanced at his vintage Cartier Santos Dumont watch. “I don’t have any
appointments till noon tomorrow so we have plenty of time. And my
appointments can be canceled if necessary.”
“How
very accommodating of you,” Kate said softly.
Dominic
smiled faintly. “We try.”
Suddenly
the image of countless females being accommodated by the incredibly
beautiful, sexually talented Knight Enterprises CEO filled Kate’s mind and
brought the teasing game to a screeching halt. “But you’re accommodating only
me from now on, right?” she said, challenge in the obstinate jut of her chin.
“Only
you,” he readily agreed, when he would have found such limitations
incomprehensible a few short months ago.
Leaning
back against the flax-colored sofa, her green gaze shimmering with delight,
she smiled at the man she loved. “So,” she murmured, with delicate
impertinence and a little dip of her head. “Have I really tamed the premier
playboy of the Western world?”
A
lazy flicker of a smile. “I didn’t think you liked it tame?”
His
words hovered palpably in the sudden silence.
Spiked
through her body, a flame hot and riveting.
Pooled
in seething delirium deep down inside her.
“Meaning?”
she whispered, finding it hard to breathe.
“Meaning,
why don’t we find out what you do like?” he said gently, coming to his feet
in a graceful flow of toned muscle, having patiently waited through the
unwrapping of countless boxes for her to finally read his mind. He held out
his strong hand with its dusting of dark hair, his long fingers faintly splayed.
A
shiver of pleasure raced through her. Broad-shouldered, lean hipped in jeans
and a faded blue Peace T‑shirt,
Dominic’s dark, brooding beauty was breathtaking: the long silky black hair,
the bad-boy scorching blue eyes, the high cheekbones and fine bone
structure, the arrow-straight nose, the mouth saved from outright sensuality
by the contradictory don’t‑mess-with‑me firmness. The whole package
transcendent male perfection.
And
when he leaned down and his hand closed around hers, she trembled at the glut
of prodigal sensation, at the feverish need coiling in the pit of her
stomach, at the blazing hot desire streaking up her spine. Agitated and
restless, she said on a suffocated breath, “I’m sorry. But it’s been so long
I don’t think I’m going to last.”
Drawing
her to her feet, he slid his hands under her arms, lifted her over the pile
of boxes, and set her down. “Then let’s go take care of you.”
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About
the Author
C.C.
Gibbs is the pen name of a New York Times bestselling author. She lives in
the Midwest, at times in Northern California, is married with three children
and considers the life of a writer the best of all possible worlds. Bringing
characters to life allows her imagination full rein, while the creative
process offers fascinating glimpses into the machinery of the mind. And last
but not least, researching anything, but particularly a book like ALL HE
DESIRES—thank you Google—is great fun!
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: All He Desires by C.C. Gibbs
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: All For You by Jessica Scott
ALL FOR
YOU by Jessica Scott (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $2.99)
Can a
battle-scarred warrior . . .
Stay sober. Get deployed. Lead his platoon. Those are the only things that matter to Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli. What he wants is for everyone to stay out of his way; what he gets is Captain Emily Lindberg telling him how to deal with his men. Fort Hood's newest shrink is smart as a whip and sexy as hell. She's also full of questions-about the army, its soldiers, and the agony etched on Reza's body and soul. . . . open his heart to love? Emily has devoted her life to giving soldiers the care they need-and deserve. Little does she know that means facing down the fierce wall of muscle that is Sergeant Iaconelli like it's just another day at the office. When Reza agrees to help her understand what makes a soldier tick, she's thrilled. Too bad it doesn't help her unravel the sexy warrior in front of her who stokes her desire and touches a part of her she thought long dead. He's the man who thinks combat is the only escape from the demons that haunt him. The man who needs her most of all . . .
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“So how many of you think that behavioral
health is for pussies?”
Half the room burst out with coughs attempting to cover laughter. The
other half were busy picking their jaws up off the floor. It had been a
reckless gamble, one that would have made her father cringe in shame, but one
that worked because the tension snapped, fizzling a little bit. Granting her
an opening she might not have had otherwise.
“Be honest.” She glanced at the sergeant major, who looked ready to
brain the first officer or sergeant that raised his hand. “Never mind, don’t
answer that.” She shot a quick grin at the sergeant major and a few more
chuckles drifted out of the crowd. “Look, we all know that I’ve got you held
captive for an hour and we can stand here and stare at each other or maybe we
can talk about what’s going on that we’ve got so many soldiers willing to
hurt themselves.”
She made the mistake of looking in Reza’s direction.
He was watching her, his dark gaze intense, his mouth flat. At least
he wasn’t glaring at her. That was progress, she supposed.
She gripped the pen in her hand and motioned toward the men before
her. “So maybe we can put aside the canned slides and talk about why you hate
the shrinks. And maybe I can explain what it is that we do. And maybe, if we
work together, we can save a life.”
The silence was back, a wet blanket settling over the room. She
glanced around as the brief opening she’d attempted to walk through shriveled
and shrank.
“I have a question.” Reza raised his hand. His eyes glittered darkly.
“Sergeant First Class Iaconelli, ma’am. My question is: Why do we have to
spend so much time chasing after the shitbirds who are smoking spice or some
other shit that’s not meant for human consumption and then when we try to
throw them out, you all stop the process and tell us they have PTSD?”
“Ike, your attitude is part of the damn problem.” All eyes turned in
the direction of a hard-looking sergeant first class. He had no hair and
there was a hint of a black tattoo ringing his neck. Sergeant First Class
Garrison was a big man. “Intimidating” was too light a word for him. And yet,
on his left hand, a wedding ring shone bright gold. Someone had tamed this
man. She found herself wondering at the woman who’d married him then pulled
her thoughts sharply into focus. “You can’t run around calling our soldiers
shitbirds. They’ll always do what you expect and if you expect them to screw
up, they’re going to live up to your expectation.”
“I don’t expect them to be smoking it up in the barracks on the
weekend,” Reza snapped.
Emily held up one hand. “Sergeant Garrison, thank you for getting
straight to the heart of the matter. What you’re talking about is not simply
about drug abuse. You’re talking about soldiers who are self-medicating.
Instead of using the proper channels to seek care, they’re choosing instead
the easier path of smoking marijuana, or what is it you called it? Spice?”
“It’s synthetic marijuana, ma’am,” Garrison said.
She’d had no idea there was such a thing, let alone that soldiers were
smoking it. “Thank you. Regardless of their drug of choice, the reason for
using is often to deal with symptoms of anxiety that they’re otherwise
managing or not managing very well.”
Reza lifted his hand and she swallowed the flit of nerves in her belly
as she pointed at him. “Yeah, well, I’ve got real warriors who need help who
won’t go to the damn R&R Center because there’s all these slick-sleeved
little punks in there trying to get out of drug charges.”
It was a cold statement, one that shook
her, reminding her that this was not a sympathetic room. And that Iaconelli
was not a sympathetic man.
“You raise an interesting point, Sergeant Iaconelli. The facts are
that most of our suicides over the last two years have been among first-term
soldiers who have never deployed,” she said, speaking loudly to cover the
nervous waiver in her voice.
Garrison straightened where he’d been leaning against the wall. “Y’all
know I got blown up a little over a year ago. I had a really tough road back.
The thing I learned over that time is that our boys are struggling. Whether
we see it or not, our boys need our help.” He turned his gaze to Emily.
Reza scowled and shook his head. “Look, Garrison, you’re not the only
one who got blown up downrange. But the point I’m trying to make is that it’s
our boys who won’t go get the help because of all the ash and trash taking up
the appointments.”
Emily held up her hands but Garrison interrupted her. “Ike, you need
to shut your damn mouth. Just because you drink yourself to sleep every night
as therapy doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t need a different way to cope.”
“Fuck you, Garrison,” Reza spat. “I’m the reason the rest of your
platoon came home from the last deployment.”
A red-haired sergeant stood. His right hand was bunched in what looked
like a perpetual half grip and it took Emily a moment to realize that it was
a prosthetic hand. Her skin went cold. She’d never seen physical evidence of
the war this close before.
“Girls, girls. Can we please listen to the good captain explain to us
the services she offers? I for one would like more information on how to not
accidentally almost kill myself in the future.”
The room groaned beneath the joke and Emily saw his name tag. Staff
Sergeant Carponti. His eyes lit with an impish grin and she wished she knew
the story behind how the young sergeant was able to defuse the anger between
the two big sergeants with such ease.
“That’s not funny, Carponti.” Reza settled back against the wall.
“It was my accidental overdose. I’ll make jokes if I want to,”
Carponti said. “You can’t because that would just be wrong on multiple
levels. But I can make all the inappropriate jokes I want.” He turned and
grinned in Emily’s direction and she instantly liked him. “How do we fix this
shit, ma’am?”
“There are no easy answers,” Emily said once everyone’s attention was
off the two combatants. “But while Sergeant Iaconelli mocks the issue of bad
homes, the simple fact is that the generation of soldiers we are dealing with
have been raised differently than many of us were. A large portion of our
force comes from broken homes, have been victims of trauma at a very young
age.” She deliberately avoided looking in Reza’s direction. “What I’d like
you all to think about is the fact that many of you are combat veterans. Many
of you have lived through terrible experiences as adults. But how would your
life be different if you’d been beaten as a child? Or sexually abused? You
can mock the younger generation and say they’re weak.” She paused, scanning
the faces of the warriors in front of her, looking for any sign that her
words were breaking through their hardened shells. “Or you can look at the
fact that some of them are even functioning as an act that takes the greatest
strength.”
About
the Author
USA
Today bestselling author Jessica Scott is a
career army officer; mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs; wife
to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a
terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she's a pretty good shot with
her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow,
her children are pretty well-adjusted and her husband still loves her,
despite burned water and a messy house.
She's written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View: Regarding War Blog, and Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas. She's pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year for 2012.
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Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Kaleidoscope by Kristen Ashley
KALEIDOSCOPE
by Kristen Ashley (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $3.99)
Sexy,
gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had
Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best
friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case
has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and
Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So
why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her?
It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout . . . and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, however, wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him . . .
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“Sometimes,” Chace started, and his tone
was cautious, “girls like her, girls like she used to be who turn into girls
like she is now, get a guy’s attention, a good-lookin’ guy like that, and
they can go—”
Deck cut him off. “Chace, you know Emme.
You know that’s bullshit. She’s always known her own mind. And she’s always
been cool. Even when she wasn’t a knockout, she wasn’t that kind of person.”
“It’s been years, Deck,” Chace reminded
him. “A lot of them. People change, and it isn’t lost on either of us she has
in a big way.”
“Yeah, and I just met her on the street.
I’m havin’ dinner with her tonight and she looks good, man, but she acts the
same. And her man is a dick but he’s also a moron. So he’s no boss,” Deck
declared and looked at Shaughnessy. “And you just got yourself a maverick.”
The mood in the room shifted. It had
been alert. Now it was relieved.
Shaughnessy was the only one who didn’t
want Deck stepping in.
The rest of them, after all they’d seen
for the past few years, wanted this done, and they were willing to take risks
to get that.
“Terrific,” Shaughnessy muttered, his
eyes moving through the room.
“Decker, this needs to be discussed,”
Douglas stated, and Deck looked to him.
“You want me on the team, we talk money.
I’ll give a discount, see this shit sorted. I’ll want a full brief. I’ll want
the entire file. I won’t take orders. I’ll keep you in the know of what I do
and what I find. But, just sayin’, that woman means something to me.” He
threw out a hand toward the whiteboard. “So even if you don’t put me on the
team and pay me, I’ll still be seein’ her clear of this shit.”
“You can’t let her know we’re
investigating her boyfriend,” Carole said swiftly.
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Deck
returned. “What’s goin’ down, I wouldn’t fuck your investigation. But she’s
still clear and she’s clear in no more than a week. Not months. Not as long
as it’ll take you to track this crew, the way you’re goin’, and stop their
shit.”
“As contract to this task force, you
cannot engage in illegal activities. We can’t prosecute with fruit from the
poisonous tree,” Douglas told him.
“Again, not my first rodeo,” Deck
replied.
“You have a crew or do you work alone?”
Henry asked.
“This, I’ll be bringin’ in my crew,”
Deck answered.
“They’ll all need to see me,” Douglas stated.
“Contract is signed, you all work for my department until the case is done.”
Deck nodded and his eyes went to Chace.
“Want a picture of that board, want the file.”
“Deck, not sure this is a good idea. You
got a conflict of interest with this—”
Deck again cut Chace off. “This is
Emme.”
“I know it’s Emme,” Chace shot back,
concerned for Deck and losing patience because of it. “Until just now, I had
no idea you’d react the way you have when you saw it was Emme. So Emme’s the
goddamned conflict of interest.”
“You know her,” Deck whispered, also
losing patience, and he watched his friend’s face. Definite concern but also
indecision.
He knew Emme.
Chace went from the academy into
Carnal’s Police Department and stayed there but that didn’t mean Deck didn’t
spend time with Chace throughout all Deck’s travels. Chace had met Elsbeth.
Chace had spent time with her. And with Elsbeth came Emme. So Chace had spent
time with Emme too.
“Her change is remarkable, Deck,” Chace
noted again. “That’s something to take into account.”
At his words, Deck felt the ghost of her
fingers digging into his shoulder through his coat. Saw the dimple. Heard her
call him honey.
And he knew her history. Elsbeth told
him. He knew what she’d survived. He knew what made her what she was.
He didn’t know what made her what she
was now, but he was going to find out at dinner.
Last,
he knew Emme would not be a part of a crew who burgled homes across an entire
county and recruited high school students to do it. Not for the attention of
the likes Dane McFarland. Not for money. Not for power. Not for anything.
“She’s up first. I investigate her.
Clear her. Then clear her of this shit,” Deck stated.
“You work that with me,” Chace returned.
“Suit yourself. But dinner with Emme
tonight is just her and me.”
Chace studied him.
Deck took it then looked to Douglas.
“You got a file for me?”
“It’ll be delivered to your house by
three thirty,” Douglas replied.
“Contracts will be emailed to you by
then. My crew will be in tomorrow at eight to be deputized,” Deck replied.
“You gonna be with them?” Douglas asked.
“Wouldn’t miss that shit for the world,”
Deck answered, cut his eyes through the people in the room, noting Henry
Gibbons looked amused, Mick Shaughnessy looked annoyed, Carole Weatherspoon
looked reflective and Chace still looked worried.
Then he walked out of office, out of the
station and to his truck.
Click on the Link to Read the First Chapter of Kaleidoscope
About the Author
Kristen
Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and
the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and
family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is
good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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