Monday, October 31, 2022

A Royal for Christmas #romanticcomedy #romanticsuspense #giveaway book tour Read a #teaser Four weeks before Christmas, the hunky Louis de Valois, Duke of Arrago, raps on my window.

 

 

Romantic Comedy / Romantic Suspense

Date Published: October 6, 2022

 

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I’m Camille— the only pauper in Mount Evor.

But that’s not why I’m on the no-fly list.

Six years ago, the principality’s royal palace went up in flames.

Several people died.

My sister Jeannette, who worked there, disappeared.

The inquiry blamed her for the arson.

Since then, I’ve been an outcast—compromised and harassed—but determined to clear my sister’s name.


Four weeks before Christmas, the hunky Louis de Valois, Duke of Arrago, raps on my window.

What if he has news about Jeannette’s case?

I invite him in.

He glances at his watch and declines my invitation.

And then he asks me to marry him.


Perfect for fans of Jill Shalvis, Lauren Landish, Nicole Snow and Louise Bay, this full-length novel stands on its own within an ongoing saga.



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I set up the stepladder by the side of my trailer, climb on it, and begin to remove the snow from the roof. Half an hour later, I’ve scooped and brushed off all I that could reach. After returning the equipment to the shed, I reenter the trailer and dart to the kettle to make some tea and thaw my frigid hands.

Someone raps on my window. I’ve done my research, so I know the visitor at once. It’s him, His Smashing Handsomeness Marquess Louis-Philibert de Valois, heir to the dukedom of Arrago, and second cousin to Crown Prince Theodor.

With stiff cold hands, I open the door a crack without removing the chain lock.

The marquess strides toward me. “Hello. Are you Camille Mussey?”

“Who’s asking?”

“My name is Louis de Valois. I believe my grandfather’s men told you I’d be paying a visit.”

Instead of confirming, I ask tartly, “How do I know you are who you say you are?”

“Er… You’re right. Of course.” He pulls an ID from the inner pocket of his coat.

I take the laminated card from his hand, read the name, look at the picture, then at his ridiculously well-proportioned face. Having seen dozens of photos of him online, I knew what to expect. I thought I was prepared. But I find myself gasping for air despite the chill.

No man should be allowed to look this hot, especially not a moneyed aristocrat. It’s like cheating. And I despise cheaters.

My breath is stuck in my throat just from looking at the man in front of me.

He’s tall and well-built and has intelligent hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a straight nose, chiseled lips, and a firm jawline. And all of that is framed by thick wavy hair the color of honey. He’s simply too much. If it weren’t for the crazy amount of sex appeal he gives off, I would’ve concluded that he isn’t human, but an android built to represent the perfect human male.

Mad at myself for the way I’m reacting to this toff, I return his ID. “What do you want?”

“Would you like the long version or the short version?”

“The short one, please.”

He glances at his expensive watch and mutters, “Just as well.” Then he meets my gaze. “I want to marry you.”

“Huh?”

The next second, I burst into laughter, double up, and go on and on, releasing the nervous energy that’s been building for days.

Once my heart rate is back to normal, I wipe my eyes, and inject all the snark I’m capable of into my words, “When I feel like being pranked, my lord, all I need to do is snap my fingers.”

He begins to protest, but I hold up my palm to shut him up.

“You see, half of the principality has been lining up for years for the honor. You don’t get special treatment. Take a number and go to the end of the line.”



About the Author

Alix Nichols is a caffeine addict, a fan of Mr. Darcy and an award-winning author on Book Riot's list of 100 must-read international romances.

She pens sexy romantic comedies and romantic fantasy. Her books have been described as "pure pleasure" (Kirkus Reviews) that “keep fans of romance hanging off the edge of your seat” (RT Book Reviews).

At the age of six, she released her first book. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still writes. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have topped bestseller charts around the world.

She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog.


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Sunday, October 30, 2022

Read a #teaser from #rockstar #vampire #romance this Halloween #eroticromance Deep Dream @elodieparkes

 


Gorgeous Ethan Ross believes he’s immune to love. He’s a lead member of, Deep Dream, a rock band that often plays at StarZ, an up-market, and mysterious, New Orleans rock club. He’s never short of romantic offers, so, he reasons, why bring love into the equation? He also works in StarZ as a bartender, which is great cover for what he really is and gives the ladies the opportunity to flock to him. He’s seen some strange things there, but Ethan isn’t easily shocked, after all, he’s been around a long time.

When music magazine journalist, Anna Prideaux visits StarZ to interview his band, she’s drawn to Ethan in a way she’s never experienced before. As she returns to the club time and again in the hope he will ask her out, she slowly becomes aware that the club holds real mystery. Who are the beautiful people that frequent the club and what really happens in clouds, the private upstairs bar?

Anna is ready to give up the idea of ever gaining Ethan’s attention when handsome Remy Dubois hits on her.

Sparks start to fly as Ethan feels...what...not a twinge of jealousy, surely?

Who will win Anna’s heart and how low will the two men stoop to do it?


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Anna Prideaux talked with Marcus the bass guitarist in Ethan’s band. She recorded what he said on her smartphone so when her thoughts strayed to Ethan and her gaze followed, she didn’t feel guilty about missing what this strange man said. Jolene and the twins had gone off with the roadies and Anna wondered if she’d get to interview the three band members later.

StarZ fascinated Anna, and not just because Ethan was in it, although with his gorgeous looks and exciting aura he drew her there when she should have been elsewhere. She’d soaked up the club atmosphere for a couple of weeks, drinking in the strange charge of mystery and secrets that permeated even the luxury leather seating in the booths along one wall. Carvings of crescent moons, pentagonal stars, and interlocking S and Z for StarZ adorned the table panels. There was an air of great age about the place, and yet the building was only around a hundred years old.

The center of the large main room was opulent. The raised area of the stage was fronted by a parquet dance floor that magically never deteriorated, despite the spiked heels of ladies who gyrated to the music. The bar counter sparkled with mirror tiles reflected in an ornate mirrored splash back, and yet beyond this glitz the light petered out. Balconies and an outside garden were reserved for smoking, but a swirling mist of semi-darkness that resembled smoke was ever present closer to the walls and promised corridors of the club interior.

Starz earned a place on the list of the most cool rock venues in town. People flocked to the place for the live band music and the laissez-faire dress code. Anna learned this attitude also extended to most behavior and she’d recently seen couples doing more than kissing in the dimly lit back booths. There was that weird upstairs bar, too, made even more intriguing by the way she’d heard people refer to it as the clouds. She knew it was by invitation only that anyone gained entry, and it seemed from her inquires that you had to have been a member of the club for a very long time, or be one of the ‘in crowd’ who gravitated around the owner, Tate, like moons around an exotic planet. Anna had sent him a message once on the spur of the moment, regrettably only on a scrap of paper, and via one of the bartenders, asking if he might accept an interview. There’d been no answer, but Tate had cast Anna a mysterious smile as he passed that night with his entourage of deliciously strange people.

She wasn’t prone to flights of fancy, but Anna instinctively knew this club held mystery, magic, and romance. It breathed with a life of its own. People appeared and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the club. Ethan went in there too. His band sometimes played in the clouds. Ethan had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He sang and played the guitar in a way that captivated her, held her suspended in awe with her heart hammering, and desire coursing through every cell. Anna thought about Ethan every night when she was in bed trying to sleep. She recalled his perfect mouth and longed to trace a finger over his lips. She pined for the feel of his muscular arms around her. She imagined sweeping her hands along his hard body.

She sighed. Ethan treated her as if she was some pesky kid. And there’s no way he’s much older than I am.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press an imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

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Friday, October 28, 2022

Read a #teaser from #vampire #eroticromance A Little Mysterious @evernightpub and spice up #Halloween month @elodieparkes

 


His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are sent off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town. That’s where he meets Daisy.

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“Black coffee, please.”

Daisy broke into a grin. “One day, Dhruv, you’ll surprise me.” She left him watching her with his cool stare as she went to get his coffee. She knew he wouldn’t drink it. He always left it to go cold. The vodka was different––he would drink that down swiftly just before he left the bar.

The bar was never busy on Tuesday nights. Tonight, Daisy wanted to find out more about Dhruv. She told the other staff and they grinned, knowing she wanted him. Daisy took the coffee to her customer, and setting it before him on the counter, stayed there to ask her questions.

“Do you work around here?” She watched him move the coffee cup around absently.

“No, but I live close by. I have no work right now, as I’m passing through.” His voice was low and caressed her ears.

“What do you usually do, Dhruv?”

“I’m a writer of sorts. I’m writing stories, for a group of people. I guess you could call me a scribe.” His voice sounded wistful.

Daisy smiled. This admission added to his attraction because she was creative too. She used to draw, but after her parents were killed, she stopped. She left university where she studied fine arts and took the job at the bar.

Dhruv picked up his coffee and for an instant, she thought he would drink. He didn’t. He put the cup back down as if his thoughts had interrupted his intention to drink.

“Do you ever have a free night, a night when you aren’t working here?”

She was surprised and delighted by his question. He was going to ask her out.

“I can take time if I want to.” She waited as he stared at her. 

He licked his lips. 

She wanted to put her mouth against his and have her lips licked too.

“Could you leave early tonight? It would be great to take a walk with you. I live opposite the park, the one with the duck pond. It’s very beautiful in the moonlight. I love the night. It’s so calm and supportive.” 

It was the most he had ever said to her in one go. Daisy smiled, enchanted by his low voice and graceful words.

“I can leave early, and I’d love to walk with you.” She didn’t give one thought to the fact that she knew very little about him. The spell of his beauty, his husky voice, and the lure of being alone with him drove any safety considerations from her mind.

He had never smiled, but now he did, and it lit his face.

“Soon, please … let’s go soon.” His eyes didn’t leave hers. Daisy thought she might vault the counter and run away with him right then.

“I’ll be free in an hour.” She noticed another customer who waited for service and left Dhruv to do her job.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing

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Thursday, October 27, 2022

Meet a #sexy #vampire this #Halloween weekend with #teaser from The Black Lion #romance #eroticromance @elodieparkes

 


When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates, even though he’s drawn to her until...

When she is threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.


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A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, bolts and a bar on the inside were used to lock the door. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

He paid and turned around to lean against the counter. He never drank a drop of it.

Not for the first time, he berated himself for coming to the club. Sascha chose it initially because it was easy to fit in there with his mostly black outfits, ultra-pale skin, and when he occasionally lapsed and allowed his fangs to show, no one batted an eyelid. All kinds of sub-cultures gathered in the club. It was an interesting place and Sascha enjoyed being amongst the usually happy throng, out to enjoy the nights after work.

He could see easily in the semi-darkness. He’d come out too early. There was no way he could take a meal from the few people there with any safety. He never killed any more. Those days were gone. Sascha’s need for blood clawed at him. He’d left it too long between meals.

He tuned in to the sounds of the city night. Mostly he turned that ability off. The din could be debilitating. The strident voice of a young woman seeking to be heard over the dance track cheered him.

“Sue, I’m going to the restroom … coming?”

Her friend answered. “Nah, I’ll get some drinks.”

Sascha saw them both step away from the dancing circle.

This was his chance to feed.

The restrooms were to the right of the dance floor down a corridor that also led to the manager’s office. The place was always darker than the dance floor. Couples sometimes edged in there to make out.

In a burst of speed that rendered him invisible, Sascha appeared in front of the young woman on her way to the restroom door. He blocked the corridor. Tall, muscled, spectacularly gorgeous, he never failed to stop a woman in her tracks when he loomed out of the darkness.

“Sorry, bit dark in here.” He grinned at the girl.

Her pulse throbbed in her neck. Her heartbeat sped up.

Sascha savored the scent of her blood and the sound of her reaction to him. She liked what she saw. He saw it in her eyes, scented it on her skin. He leaned toward her.

“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?” He stared into her eyes sending a powerful suggestion to relax. “You know me. I won’t hurt you.” His touch was gentle, sexy, reassuring, as he moved her hair from her neck, and held her head. Sascha kissed by the side of her mouth with a brush of his beautiful lips as his fangs lengthened. He nibbled down her neck. His other hand slid under her ass and he kneaded at the top of her thigh. He lifted her to mold against his hard body. The scent of her creaming pussy filled his head and he drank.

The rush hit Sascha hard and he reeled for a few seconds. Then he carefully placed the girl on her feet. He whispered sweet things in her ear and licked her wound. Sascha was practiced at leaving only the tiniest mark. His ancient saliva sealed and healed.

“Lovely girl, thank you. I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Goodnight.” He woke her from his spell as he drew away and pressed back against the wall for her to pass him. As she moved on, he exited the corridor, quietly, swiftly, in a blur of ink black. At the bar, he sighed in relief. The pain in his stomach eased. The edge of his hunger dulled, Sascha picked up his drink, walked past a table, and placed it there. He sat to watch the parade of people that began to throng the club. 

Copyright Elodie Parkes,  Hot Ink Press, an imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

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“From the minute I met out hero Sascha, I was intrigued and a bit in love. He has an old world quality that endears you, and when you discover his secret… you understand why. Melissa has her own mysteries. Independent and feisty, she has an instant connection with Sascha. They come together in a dazzling display of lust, possibility, and emotion. Their bond deepens swiftly, and as the story goes on, we begin to really understand why.

Black lion is a fantastic short. Sexy, inventive, and charming, it’s the perfect novella to cuddle up with when you’re looking for a paranormal romp in fantasy land. I highly recommend it.”