Coming in November…

City Nights: One Night in Edinburgh

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Chloe Shard has travelled to Edinburgh to meet up with a potential client, and has just twenty-four hours to convince them to sign her contract. But when she meets the delicious Ethan, he proves to be so much more than an enticing distraction. It’s not long before Chloe has some life changing decisions to make, and less than a day to make them.


City Nights: One Night in Edinburgh will be released on 18th November by Tirgearr Publishing. It will be available as an e-book on Amazon US & UK, Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, & Apple.


Tirgearr Publishing’s City Nights series is a collection of contemporary, erotic stories that take place over the period of less than a day. 

Discover the rest of the collection here.


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Thunderclap It!

I have set up a Thunderclap for Seven Dirty Words. Some of you won’t have heard of Thunderclap, so I thought I’d give you a brief description from what I can gather.

Most people have heard of crowd-funding, where you put up a pitch and hope that people will fund your project / business, in return for a warm fuzzy feeling and perhaps a few goodies. Well, Thunderclap is a bit like that. You promise to put up a post (on Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr, or all three) once the promotional period is over. In return, you get that warm fuzzy feeling that you’ve helped out a struggling author to promote their book. That’s it. The only problem is that for the post to go up, the author needs to hit a target. That is, if 100 people pledge to put up the post, then once the time period is up (12 days ish) then the post goes live. However, if the author doesn’t reach the target of 100 people, nobody puts up a post.

I have 5 pledges so far. That’s pitiful. So, I ask you all to help by pledging a post.

I have 10 days left to reach my target of 100 people. If everyone on my Facebook page, Twitter feed, and followers of my blog did that, I’d be laughing since I know that I have somewhere around 1,200 followers altogether. However, I’m also aware that only about 10 of you are actually reading this. Still, if you 10 fabulous people could support the Thunderclap, and share the link on Facebook or Twitter, then I still have the chance to hit my target.

The link is: Thunderclap.

Thank you for your support, I love you all.

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Guest Blog, Cass Peterson


Writing a novella was a challenge for me, having only published short stories as Cass Peterson before. When One Night in San Francisco got under way, I managed 5000 words before my computer crashed and they were somehow lost forever.

Luckily for me, after a bit of a nudge and a large gin and tonic, some of them came back to me and once Liam and Nicky’s adventure was really in my head, the rest just sizzled along by itself.

Sometimes getting stuck in the middle of something can be a complete pain in the backside, but, as with me, other times the break can fire you up. There are the Cass Peterson list of top tips for what to do if the spiteful computer eats your words.

  • Panic
  • Lie down on the comfiest sofa you can find and eat a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk chocolate?
  • Try to remember why you thought it was a good story? What was the highlight? What could you have ditched?
  • Drink some wine. (Substitute strong coffee/tea/diet coke if the sun is not yet over the yard arm or you have a problem with getting drunk in an emergency.
  • Make a few notes about how you might start again, preferably in a smart new notebook.
  • Have a nap.
  • Do a crossword.
  • Eat something else fun.
  • Drink more wine (etc)
  • Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again.


So there we go – I hope you like the result. Here’s an extract to whet your appetite: This is Nicky talking about … well, Nicky ….

Liam had been right when he’d called me sensual – my life was ruled by the enjoyment of my senses. The taste and aroma of strong black coffee, the scent of newly-mown grass when I walked through the park in the morning to work, the delicious feel of fresh sheets on my king-sized bed, sex on the beach with Simon. My thoughts thudded to a halt. Simon had gone, and he wasn’t coming back.


‘Yes?’ I made myself come back to the present. This was no time for thinking about my long, disastrous relationship with the man who’d liked himself a lot more than he liked me, as it turned out.

‘Did you mind me talking to you about Erin? I didn’t intend to, it was just we seemed to be fast-tracking a bit.’ He smiled at me and my stomach flipped. He was so desperately good looking, this man – deep brown eyes, thin, angular features with that lust-inducing hint of stubble. His lips were full and firm, and his hair flopped over his face, asking to be stroked back into place. I swallowed hard.

‘No, not at all. It’s good you can talk about her. She must have been very special.’

‘She was. She …’

As he spoke, a voice through the speakers boomed an announcement. We were going to land in San Francisco in only thirty minutes. Our eyes met.

‘Look, there’s too much to say in half an hour,’ Liam muttered.

‘I know, but I’ve got your number. I’ll go to my hotel and check in, do a bit of sight-seeing and call you later, shall I? Is that what you meant?’ I was suddenly filled with doubt. We’d shared such an intense experience in the night and he’d seemed to be taking me into his confidence, but I needed to face facts. He was probably only passing the time until he could set off for this meeting, and now he’d be wishing he’d never led me on. But Liam’s next words were reassuring

‘Sure, that’d be great. I have to be picked up at the airport and go straight to work but I’ll be done by ten at the latest and then I’m going to shower and change and get out there to see the sights. I’ll have my phone with me, so call anytime you like. We’ll hook up and have lunch down by the water – you can prove to me that you really do eat. Clam chowder by the bay? And then maybe a ferry to Alcatraz?’

‘You haven’t seen the prison either, then?’

‘No, and they say everyone should go there once at least. It’s supposed to be mega depressing, but nothing gets me down much since Erin went. Sorry, I’m getting maudlin again. You should see me when I’ve had a drink. I’m not sure if you’re ready for this, Ms Lawyer.’

I giggled. ‘Nobody does depressing like me, Liam.’

‘Okay, point taken, we’ll discuss that later. And don’t forget, we have unfinished business.’

There was a silence as we remembered our night time exploits; his fingers bringing me to an orgasm I’d never forget. My frustrated desire to climb astride him and fuck him until he was incapable of speech. His warm tongue caressing my fingers and giving me a taste of what he could do if he really had time and space. My mouth was dry as I tried to pull myself together ready for landing. I had to see this man again.

 One Night in San Francisco


Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?

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Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.

She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.

Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.

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New Release: The Black Door by Charlotte Howard

Charlotte Howard:

Thank you, Dena Garson, for hosting today’s blog tour!

Originally posted on Dena Garson:

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Charlotte Howard has teamed up with Goddess Fish Promotions to celebrate the release of her book The Black Door. As part of her tour, Charlotte will be giving away an eBook of The Black Door, a signed print copy of Seven Dirty Words with a bookmark, and a $10 Amazon gift card (£10 Amazon gift card if UK winner) to a randomly drawn winner. See the bottom of this post for more information.

Now enjoy this interview with Charlotte:

Tell us about your journey to publication.

I wrote my first full-length piece of fiction in 2010 – it was a murder mystery / romance with lots of sex in it. I sent it off to agents and got rejection after rejection. But I didn’t let it get me down, I kept writing. At the time I was working as a freelance writer for a website, through which I made quite…

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Book Review: An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall

An Executive Decision (An Executive Decision Trilogy Book 1)

An Executive Decision

By Grace Marshall

Blurb (taken from Amazon):

Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?


I have to say that at first I was a bit dubious about the basic story line of this book. A powerful CEO, implements the “Executive Sex Clause” with his new executive assistant – which basically means that they have sex because he doesn’t have time for a relationship. But, I was pleasantly surprised! Ellison Thorne is your typical rich, gorgeous, and horny alpha male. Dee Henning is a beautiful, feisty female with a brain and a healthy bank balance.

I loved the instant connection with Ellis and Dee. There was no hesitation or denying their attraction, the ESC was put in place, and the hot sex starts as soon as the story does.

The plot follows not only the relationship of the two main characters, but also their business deals and the underhand tactics of Tally Barnes. Tally is a woman scorned – not out of love, although it’s clear she fancies Ellis, but because Dee was given a job that Tally thinks should have been hers.

Anyone who likes a hot, sexy romance with plenty of action and intrigue should certainly pick this book up and give it a go.

I’m giving this four stars because it was a great story and well-written, but it wasn’t one that I had to read in one go. I was able to put it down and walk away for several days. However, I will most definitely be starting on the second book, Identity Crisis, tonight.

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Release Blitz: Seduced by the Daredevil by Jorja Lovett


Seduced by the Daredevil – Jorja Lovett

Thanks for hosting me today, and sharing in the new release madness! Seduced by the Daredevil is available now and is a bit of a departure from my usual style. It started life as a medical romance, but there are definitely moments of rom com in there, as you can see from the excerpt…


Sparks fly when ‘Miss Stuffy Knickers’ Andrea Bolan meets her match in daredevil Matt King. There’s nothing quite like a passionate kiss to motivate a girl to jump off a building in the name of charity. With her inhibitions left far behind she begins to see the benefits of no-strings fun and sets her sights on her sexy abseiling instructor, but things don’t go exactly to plan. 

Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn’t his usual type. But, when they’re thrown together at work there’s no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn’t do commitment.

A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they’re not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness. 



Matt was eternally grateful he had bought the apartment close by, overlooking the River Lagan. He had enough trouble keeping his hands off Andrea for the duration of the five-minute journey. Small talk with a driver in no obvious hurry was the last thing he wanted, with seduction on his mind. He held it together until they pulled up outside the apartment block.

“Cheers, mate.” He threw a few notes through the window and pulled a giggling Andrea from the passenger seat.

Lust fuelled their journey and they half-ran to the entrance of the exclusive new complex. The few steps leading to his front door were taken in such a frenzied rush to reach their destination that Andrea stumbled on those impossibly high heels.

“Are you okay?” On autopilot, he knelt down to her crumpled position on the step and carefully removed her shoe to check for any swelling.

“I’m fine.” She giggled again and held up the broken heel of her shoe.

“Thank goodness that’s the only casualty,” he said, and swept her, and the broken stiletto, up into his arms to carry her the rest of the way. With one hand fiddling with the lock and the other cradling Andrea close to him, who said men couldn’t multitask?

Once inside, he set her back onto her feet and closed the door shut with the force of his body pinning hers against it. He wanted her naked, and that damn sweater which had teased him all day needed to go. Andrea didn’t resist when he lifted it to reveal the bounty beneath, but tugged at his T-shirt in response until pressing his naked skin to hers became as necessary as breathing. He impatiently hiked her top higher to strip her completely of it.

“Hold on a sec.” Andrea’s muffled voice came from the tangle of blue wool wedged around her head. He yanked until her head popped free, leaving that once-silky hair a veritable bird’s nest.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now you.”

He broke contact to get rid of the barrier, and those few seconds let him drink in the sight of her. In a white bra and jeans, hair mussed, and lips swollen from his tending, she was a far cry from the priss-miss he’d first encountered.

Man, what a turn-on.

The rapid rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him, but restrictive cotton denied him the full effect of her voluptuous cleavage. Eager to free her from all conservative binds, his fingers sought to unhook the fastening of her bra. A well-rehearsed tug and flick failed to open the catch, and he distracted her with a passionate kiss while he worked on it. First with one hand, then with two, he pushed and pulled to no avail.

Finally, he had to admit defeat. “I can’t get this bloody thing open, Andie.”

Resisting the urge to rip it off, Matt waited while she reached to undo it herself. She whipped her underwear off to release her pert breasts into view, and slung it in his direction. The bra catapulted directly into his face, the tail end popping him in the eye. Instinctively he clutched his eye and stifled a verbal wince.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Through a watery haze, he saw her hand fly to her mouth in horror.

“Don’t worry, Andie. It’s not your fault.” He tried to blink back the watery sting to ease her guilt, but full apology mode had already kicked in.

“That was a stupid thing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

His one good eye saw her bend to retrieve the makeshift weapon. She stood up and accidentally head-butted him between the legs, his groin suffering the next hit. His tongue nearly didn’t make it either, he bit it so hard to stop from crying out. The crippling agony doubled him in two and he fought to breathe through it. When, oh when, had his tried and tested methods of seduction turned into a comedy of errors?

“Why don’t we take this somewhere safer? Like the bedroom?” he asked in shallow bursts amid ragged breaths.

Andrea placed a self-conscious arm across her chest and limped to his bedroom, one foot shoeless and the other wobbling on a stiletto. He followed when the ache down below receded enough to allow movement.

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Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

Author Links: Blog, Facebook, Twitter, Website

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A Snog For Sommer

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Snog for Sommer! Enjoy the excerpts, win prizes and donate to help @sommer_marsden (Twitter) and family fight cancer! Click on the banner above for more info…


“Come with me now.” He pulled me towards the line of trees only meters away from the center of the party. Caressed by shadows, we were hidden from sight.
His lips were on mine, his neck arched to reach me. Automatically my hands shifted up to his head, entwining in the dark strands. His tongue probed, tasting the champagne and caviar. Violent pulsations of lust beat at my skin.
A hand darted over my ribs, and I winced as he found the soft, tender spots of bruising. “You should get these looked at.” His head dipped to my neck; feathery kisses tickled my surface.
I wondered if I may actually melt beneath him as his touch became light, his fingertips dancing over the sensitive, wounded skin of my jaw. I felt utterly powerless. And it scared me.
“Please stop,” I begged, but my voice was weak, and sounded more like a mousey squeak than actual words.
I felt him hard against me as he pressed my back into the trunk of a towering spruce. It prickled through the satin fabric, and for a split second I worried that my dress may be ruined. “I want you.” His words were urgent, powerful, and filled with lust.
The moonlight fell through the canopy, splitting across his face. That indigo glare stoked a fire I thought had long died. His hand slipped to the hem of my dress, feeling his way beneath the thin fabric.
In the distance I could hear the chortle of the party, music playing softly on the warm breeze that danced around us.
He kissed me again, hard, moving his thigh between my legs, parting them while his hand felt for the thin strap of my thong.
“Please,” I tried again. “I can’t.” He heard me this time. Pulling away. Something flickered in his eyes. Anger? No. Not anger. A heavy mix of frustration, lust, and confusion. “I’m sorry.” The word trembled against my lips, fluttering like a dying butterfly. Common sense and logic told me I had nothing to apologize for, but in the depths of my despairing heart, I felt pity for the man before me.
I had spurred him on and led him down a path I knew wouldn’t and couldn’t lead to anywhere but regret.
“Don’t,” he whispered, placing a thick finger against my lips. Gentle pecks dotted the corner of my brow, narrowly avoiding the torn tissue. Smoothing down my dress for me, and readjusting himself, he looked at me with such intensity that I felt glued to the spot. I physically couldn’t move away from him.
“I’m sorry.” The word came again, stronger this time, but still with a cry tingeing it.
“No. I won’t have you saying that to me.”
I was confused. Tears brimmed against the walls, threatening to burst if he was kind to me.
“Please, Mr. Ellery.”
“Vance. You know me well enough to use my first name.”
“I don’t know you at all.” The harsh truth stopped us both. Neither of us knew the other. We were strangers caught in a whirlwind of pure lust and sexual tension.
“Then let’s fix that.” He stepped towards me and placed a kiss upon my lips. But it wasn’t fervent or hungry like the others. It was compassionate and gentle. “I will pick you up tomorrow evening and take you out for dinner.”
“Not to Matieus. I couldn’t,”
“No. Not to Matieus. Somewhere more private, where we can truly get to know each other.”
I smiled in agreement. It seemed odd to be so wanting of this man, someone who only moments ago I had detested with such a passion that it burned me. But I guess that is the power of driven lust. Hate one minute; desperate, aching need the next.

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