My Book Boyfriend Giveaway Hop February 1-5




Ahhh, February, the month of love.  I like that the month of love falls in the coldest month of year for those of us on this side of the world. What better time to cuddle up with someone special than on cold winter nights?  Of course, that shouldn't inhibit us the remainder of the year, should it? Heh heh.

What are your special plans for Valentine's Day?

For My Book Boyfriend, I'm talking about my Scottish Romances. I love those men in kilts. I'll be giving away one of my Historicals. Read on



My latest release is an erotic paranormal/time travel. In Labyrinth, ladies get to choose between the modern SAS agent and a three hundred  year old Scottish lord. 





Yes, magic exists. Not the backwater voodoo witches practice where Mississippi Deputy Sheriff Margot Saulnier grew up. But the age-old black magic a woman weaves around a man that draws him under her spell. The kind Margot’s best friend used to kill her husband…and get away with it.

Margot chases her friend to Scotland, determined to prove her guilty of murder. No one will stop Margot. Not the SAS agent sent to watch her…and not the Scottish lord legend says murders his lovers when they cannot free him from the spell that has imprisoned him in Castle Morrison for three hundred years.

He’s just a legend.

And magick doesn’t exist.

NOW AVAILABLE AT AMAZON


If you like your men in kilts, I have just the thing. How about the leader of Clan MacPherson?




No man bargains for war when he chooses a bride, but when he steals her from holy ground, he can expect nothing less. 

Iain MacPherson swore he was nothing like his father, but his kidnapping of Victoria Hockley, the Countess of Lansbury is the first step toward the same obsessive jealousy that fueled his father’s life-long feud against the chief Iain’s mother loved. 

A kiss, a midnight race for freedom, and a royal missive force Victoria into her captor’s arms. Hallowed ground can’t save her from the devil that followed her from England. Yet the Scottish lord who swears to protect her is far more dangerous.

Now Available
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All Romance E-Books


If you prefer a knight with erotic tastes then you might like Sir Bryant. He knows what he wants, and isn't afraid to go for it.




Lady Riana Ellis will risk the fires of Hell for those she loves. Can she let a man do the same for her?

As whore for the Duchess of Arundel, Lady Riana Ellis keeps her sister safe from the duke’s lascivious desires. But the duchess now demands that Riana murder the man already sent to her bed.

Sir Bryant Cullen determines to have the duchess’ whore. Her land is a prize, but it’s her secrets he wants. Once he knows what she knows, he will control one of the most powerful houses in Scotland. And she will be his.

NOW AVAILABLE AT TOTAL E-BOUND


Now for my giveaway. One winner will receive a digital copy of The Pendulum.

Here we have Sir Deryll, known as The Scarlet Knight. Sir Deryll has fulfilled the challenge that should win him Lady Airin's hand.




Two men.
Two murderers.
Two demands for the promised payment of marriage.
Murder, deceit, and fraud pull Lady Arin Keith between these men.
Which one will bed her, claim her...own her?

Excerpt--

“Pray, tell me,” he drawled, “have you come to bed me or murder me?” His eyes lit with wicked laughter. “Do not fear. I am prepared for either.”

Fury swept through her. “I am no murderess!”

“Then bed me, it is.”

Her cheeks flushed hot as he strode toward her.

She retreated another step. “W-what are you doing here?”

He stopped so close, she was forced to angle her head up to meet his gaze.

“Do you not have business elsewhere?” She winced at the squeak in her voice.

“Aye,” he replied distractedly.

“What sort of business?”

Deryll reached behind her and lifted her braid over her shoulder. “The kind that does not concern you.”

“What sort of business does not concern me? Sir Gewain is—”

Deryll’s head snapped up. “Nothing I cannot handle,” he finished.

The heat in her cheeks spread through her belly as, gaze glued to hers, he lifted the end of her braid to his nose and breathed deeply. Airin’s heart pounded. Hands, calloused and brown from years in the sun, held the braid as if it were a fragile flower. He breathed deeply again, as though to inhale her very essence.

“Is there any battle you cannot handle?” she asked.

Deryll shifted his gaze to her face. “I am a man, Airin. No man is invincible.”

Her girlhood hero was invincible. The hero who always saved his lady from all harm, who knew when to bestow a kiss, and never pressed her into an uncomfortable situation. This man was anything but those things.

Deryll’s gaze dropped to her mouth. Would he kiss her?

“You may come out now, Cerdwin,” he said.

Airin blinked, and he raised a brow.

The maid stepped from behind the door. “Forgive me, my lord. I did not mean to eavesdrop.” She edged toward the hallway.

Airin shot her a glare, then looked back at Deryll. “You knew all along she was there.”

“Course he did.” Cerdwin backed across the threshold. “‘Tis why he has not bedded you.”

Airin riveted her gaze onto the maid in time to see the door close behind her. She narrowed her eyes on Deryll. “Step aside.”

“You do not wish to be bedded?”

She rolled her eyes and reached to shove him aside. Her palm connected with the hard muscle of his chest. As if made of stone, he didn't move.

Airin yanked her hand back. “Do you intend to force me?” she demanded.

Both his brows rose. “Is that what you wish?”

“You are mad.”

“That is no answer.”

“What I wish is of no consequence.”

“Not so,” he replied.

“Indeed?”

“I fulfilled your condition,” he said. “We have a bargain.”

Her gaze rested on the scar running down his cheek. She fisted her hands at her sides. “Why you?”

He looked genuinely surprised, then laughed. “Who were you expecting?”

“Not you.” What was wrong with her? She had turned into a shrew.

“Anyone but me?” he asked.

“I gave you no thought.”

He laughed again. “Lady, you know how to cut a man.”

Airin gave him a recriminating look. “Do not play the wounded lover. I was a child when you left. You gave me no thought.”

“I cared for you,” he replied.

“As a sister.”

“Mayhap, but that is eight years past. Today, I need no sister.” He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

Despite her efforts, her heart pounded as her breasts pressed into the hard lines of his chest. Their lips were a hair’s breadth apart, his breath a warm flutter against her cheek. Her nipples hardened and she closed her eyes. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks. He couldn't possibly miss her arousal. He pressed his hips against hers and she sucked in breath when the hard ridge of his cock rode against her belly. Heat flashed over her and fanned out from between her legs. The rogue was well aware of her desire.

Moist lips touched hers. Deryll’s flattened palms slid downward along the curve of her buttocks as he spread languorous kisses over her jaw and down her neck. His fingers gripped her rear and undulated her mound against his hard length. Pleasure tightened her belly. At the curve of neck and shoulder, he flicked his tongue. Shivers raced down her body and fueled the fire dampening her folds. Her knees weakened. She threw her arms around his neck, her head falling forward onto his shoulder. He groaned, the sound resonating in his chest and startling her. She jerked her head up. His eyes burned into hers in the instant before he kissed her, his fingers threading into the hair held tight against her head by the plait.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips. She gasped, and he plunged inside. Airin's senses reeled. She had never so completely tasted a man's mouth—or had one taste her. His tongue swirled around hers in an odd dance that enticed her to lean into him. He crushed her closer, taking her breath into him as his tongue swept the recesses of her mouth, then sucked her tongue into his mouth. She gave a small cry and tried to jerk back, but he held her firm. Slowly, he teased, thrusting against her tongue, drawing her into her own rhythm, her own exploration of him.

He shifted and a warm palm covered her breast. Airin shivered. Only a few hours ago she had wondered what his large hand would feel like on her breast. She recalled the look on his face, the fire burning in his eyes, and realized he'd read her mind. He broke the kiss and she startled from the sudden loss. His head dipped and his warm mouth covered the curve of breast visible above her bodice. She felt her eyes widen when his head moved downward and he sucked in the marbled nipple protruding against the fabric.

Pleasure ripped through her. Airin cried out. She clutched his shoulders as he sucked. A string went taut between breast and the tiny nub she knew was her pleasure point. The earlier ache roared to life with a vengeance. A mental picture flashed of the hard cock that now pressed ever insistent against her flesh embedded inside her channel. A tremor rocked her body. In her imaginings she'd wondered what the male part of him was like, how it felt…its size. She hadn't thought it would be so…large. Could she take the mammoth rod? Her throat went dry at the possibility.

His mouth broke from her breast and he straightened. "Is that what you expected from Bothwell?"

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SO WHICH BOOK BOYFRIEND DO YOU PREFER, KNIGHTS, MEN IN KILTS, OR MAYBE THE MODERN SAS AGENT WHO HAS TO SAVE THE OCCASIONAL DAMSEL IN DISTRESS?

LEAVE A COMMENT TO BE IN THE DRAWING TO WIN A COPY OF THE PENDULUM.

NOW HOP ON OVER AND VISIT THE OTHER BLOGS ON THE MY BOYFRIEND GIVEAWAY HOP

This contest is international
Winners are chosen via random number generator.
Winners will be posted within 48 hours of end of event.
Winners are posted to this blog, so check back.
Good luck!

Posted by Tarah Scott at 1/31/2012 10:21 PM
Categories: Blog Hops
Tags: historical romance scottish historical medieval romance erotic romance
 

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