Saturday, August 10, 2013

MOVING

I've gotten a new website, so I'm migrating over to Word Press. I'm sorry, but it was way overdue. If you follow here, it's pretty easy to follow there. It's also easier to share posts via twitter and FB. There's an issue moving older posts, so I'm going to shift a few of my more popular ones so they're visible there. But I'm not deleting this account, so the info will continue to be in both places. Thanks for those who've followed me, and please do join me at my new digs.


The new website and blog

http://marieharte.com 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I'm a Gem Today


I'm at Diamond Authors today talking about something stimulating, no doubt. (I am posting this before I write my blog. *grin*) Come on by and see what brouhaha I'm cooking up in what passes for a brain.

Also, note my new website is slowly being integrated into existence. In other words, my awesome web guy is working his magic to transfer my new site. (Go John, go!) Fingers crossed, but it might even be up this week. And then... celebration time!! With swag and contests and books! Yes, books. Imagine that. LOL

Monday, August 5, 2013

Swing By For a Chance to Win!

A Giveaway!  Check this out. I'm at JBP Book Reviews, offering up a copy of Tied and True. Whoever wins the giveaway gets more than my book, though. A TON of great prizes. Check it out!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Thursday Treat

This week the focus is on A Taste of Decadence. So I thought I'd give you a teaser, a late Wednesday Words, into Bodywork, my contribution to the bundle. Don't forget that A Taste of Decadence is on sale for .99 this week only! Five great reads for less than a dollar! Enjoy the excerpt.


Damn, Shelby hated to interrupt the massage, but she knew Denise would need to act on the message right away. She knocked quietly on the closed door and heard a low murmur from the room.
Denise opened the door an inch and peered out. “What’s up?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got a message for you that’s urgent.”
“No problem.” Denise called over her shoulder, “Shane? I’m sorry. I have to take this call, but I’ll be right back.” A low male voice answered before she left the room and closed the door behind her, then moved to the desk. “So who called?”
“Sorry, but it’s the man in your life. I’m afraid he’s broken his leg.” Shelby waited for the worried explosion sure to follow. Denise was fanatical about her man.
“Oh my God! Cupcake! What happened? Was that my mother?”
“Yeah. Your mom said he must have gotten loose somehow and ran out of the yard. A car driving at the speed limit hit him, so he’s not too roughed up. I know you’ll want to see how he’s doing. Why don’t you go, and I’ll finish up your client?”
Denise had tears in her eyes. Cupcake meant the world to her. A scrawny mutt she’d picked up at the pound, he’d been with her through thick and thin. “Are you sure?” Denise wiped her eyes.
Shelby handed Denise her car keys from the desk and nodded. “Go on home. Give me a call later and let me know how he’s doing.”
Denise flew out the door, and Shelby shook her head. She prayed, for Denise’s peace of mind, that the dog would make it.
Realizing she now had a client to pacify, she quickly moved into the bathroom to wash her hands and returned to her room. She entered to the soothing sounds of new age music and the slight aroma of jasmine from the burning candles in the corner. Dim yet peaceful, the room radiated serenity and relaxation.
“I’m sorry about the interruption,” she said quietly to the man lying on his stomach with his head down and resting in the doughnut-shaped pillow, which allowed for ease of breathing. He appeared almost asleep, his back rising and falling evenly, but he mumbled something she couldn’t quite hear. Before she could say anything more, he turned his head to the side, his eyes still closed.
Shelby barely contained her dismay. Upon her table lay the half-naked form of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Rude from that morning. His upper body was bare, a sheet draped over his lower back, buttocks, and legs. She glanced at the clothing rack on the wall to confirm his identity. The same black jacket and dark trousers hung from a hook, along with a blue shirt.
She stared back down at him and resisted the urge to lean into his ear and yell at him to get the hell out of her clinic. That would scare the impoliteness out of him. But her professionalism wouldn’t let her. Word of mouth traveled fast, and this guy already didn’t like her. She frowned at the thought of him telling people bad things about her business and could almost see the dollar signs flying away.
Grimacing at his unfairly handsome face, she wondered why he’d ventured into her place. Seattle had more than fifty massage clinics open at any given time, yet Mr. Rude managed to pick hers. Some cosmic joke at work, surely. She swore under her breath.
“I’m going to turn your head so you don’t strain your neck.” She turned his face back into the doughnut-shaped pillow. Frowning at the feel of his skin under her palms, she felt uncomfortable with the heat that raced up her arms. She shook off the strangeness and focused on the rest of the massage.
As she continued to work on his back, she couldn’t help noticing the smooth muscles and power in his build. He had a very nice body, she thought with objectivity. As a person comfortable and familiar with human physiology, she was a good judge of such things. And a person would need to be blind and plain oblivious not to see that this man kept in very good shape. He had wonderful tone and definition. Working on him was actually very easy due to his fluidity.
As she brought clinical detachment to the forefront of her thoughts, she scrambled to bury the needy woman inside her screaming to see how his ass might feel under her hands.
“Does that feel all right?” she asked softly. She didn’t want him to know she wasn’t Denise. He needed to get his money’s worth and at the same time think positively about Bodyworks. If she gave him a great massage, he’d be too relaxed to be angry with her when he paid her at the session’s end and recognized her. She hoped.
Mmm,” he mumbled. “That feels great.”
The sexy rasp of his voice made her belly flutter. Her massage wasn’t in the least bit sexual, but she couldn’t help feeling arousal at contact with his body. God, I am not getting turned on by this guy. He’s a lump of clay, something I can mold into healthy muscles.
She continued to work on his back. Then she changed position to work on his legs, keeping the sheet in place over his firm, tight ass. Buttocks, not ass. Ass is sexy. Buttocks is professional. She felt like a mental patient at odds with herself. Not the best time for slutty Shelby to make an appearance.
“I need to move the sheet so I can get to your legs.” Even as she said it she hesitated, waiting for his assent, half hoping he’d insist he didn’t need any more of her time, half wishing he’d tell her to get rid of the sheet and hop on.
“Go ahead,” he rumbled. “I’m half asleep as it is.”
Shelby gritted her teeth and moved the sheet. Then she worked on the muscles of his legs, moving over his hamstrings and calves. They were rock hard and incredibly sexy—firm, athletic. Not sexy. Clients were never sexy. Rule number one of massage.
“Are you a runner?” she couldn’t help but ask.
Mmm, hmm. Every day I can.”
“Your legs are very toned.” She worked a rough section of his hamstrings. Smoothing over the fascia, the connective tissue covering the muscle, she released a build-up of toxins in his body. He sighed, and she moved down toward his calves, then to his feet.
He shifted a bit, and she stopped.
“Does it tickle?”
He mumbled a yes, and she grinned. Maybe she could torture him by tying him down and tickling his feet, demanding an apology for her ruined coffee. Or better yet, she could tie him up and blindfold him, then have her wicked way with him with none the wiser.
Oh hell. Her sexual hiatus had come to a crashing halt. For some stupid reason, this jerk had jumped her libido but good. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind all day, and she’d tried. Now, after touching him… She glanced down at her nipples, horrified to see them through her shirt, standing at attention.
She’d blame her obvious arousal on the air conditioner if she had to. She might be able to ignore that, but the tingling between her legs and her racing pulse? Not so much.
Why did Mr. Rude have to have the best ass she’d ever not seen, the sexiest legs she’d ever felt, and the smoothest muscle she’d ever touched?
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, calling on every ounce of professionalism and neutrality she could muster. It really wouldn’t do to have her client catch her ogling his body. She could lose her license for less.
Shelby opened her eyes and reined in her crazy impulses, determined to give him what he paid for. But she needed him to turn over to finish. Good God, she could all too easily imagine giving him a “happy ending” and turning into the cliché from hell.
Let it go, woman. Finish the massage, then go find a man.
“Okay Shane. Now I need you to turn over so I can do your front.” Ignore the innuendo. Ignore the innuendo.
He visibly tensed, and she held her breath, praying.

by Marie Harte 
part of the book bundle,

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Taste of Decadence Releases!

**SPECIAL PRE-SALE & FIRST WEEK PRICING - $0.99 - Normally $9.99**
5 Bestselling Authors Bring You 5 Sexy Stories

Ever want a taste of genres? Together, we bring you five stories in contemporary, paranormal, and everything in between. We bring the heat, the heroes, and the stories that make you scream for more.

 
THE DOM WHO LOVED ME by Lexi Blake
Sean Taggart is hunting a terrorist. Grace Hawthorne holds the key to his success. When Grace reveals her submissive nature, seducing her becomes more than a mission. As passion engulfs them, Grace discovers his hidden agenda. Sean must choose between catching a monster and being Master of Grace's dreams.

 
BODYWORK by Marie Harte
What do scalding coffee, a naked man, and terrible dating advice have in common? Two people hurt by love in the past are offered a second chance at happiness. That's if they can overcome first impressions, a teenage Romeo, and the wacky suggestions of well-meaning family.

 
JINGLE BALL by Cari Quinn
This year, rocking the office holiday party has taken on a whole new meaning.

All receptionist Wendy Stanton wants for Christmas is a chance for a relationship with her sexy, dominant boss outside the boardroom. But his secrets--and hot encounters including her other boss--are complications she never expected.

 
DUST OF MY WINGS by Carrie Ann Ryan
Humans aren't as human as they think and the world is filled with the supernatural. Warrior Angel Shade is sent to the human realm to protect his brethren, but when he finds the sweet human Lily, he'll have to make the ultimate decision--fate or duty.

 
PICK YOUR PLEASURE by Jayne Rylon
Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn't done that, gone there, or slept with that guy? Now you're in charge. Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous. Read through all the different paths to see where life can take you...if you choose. Go ahead, pick your pleasure.

Available from: AmazonKobo - iTunes - B&N

Monday, July 29, 2013

One More Day Until...A TASTE OF DECADENCE

Happy Monday! I've been tinkering with my new website, getting it ready for launch, and editing, so I've been way behind on blogging. Soon I'll be moving to Word Press. And won't that be fun...

Anyhow, tomorrow is the big release day for the bundle I'm a part of--A TASTE OF DECADENCE. There are some amazing authors in it:  Lexi Blake, Cari Quinn, Carrie Ann Ryan, Jayne Rylon... and me!!

And remember, it's only .99 for the next week. Then the price goes up. Get it while it's hot! Click on the cover for more info.


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Reviews

I'm at Diamond Authors today bitching, er, talking about reviews...

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Cover Reveal: Reaper's Reward

Reaper's Reward--coming August 20th

Ethan Reaper is lucky at work but unlucky at love. He has particular tastes in the bedroom and can’t find a woman to satisfy him. A new job for his security firm puts him in the middle of the Caribbean in a fantasy resort where anything goes. But the woman who steals her way under his guard is more than she appears.

Jewel Marciella, a.k.a Jewel Riser, has no idea what her undercover assignment at Satyr’s Myst—an exclusive and very private resort—will entail. Her attraction to Ethan is her first surprise, her job as a sexual slave her second whopping shocker. 

Ethan and Jewel each have a job to do, and despite the hot chemistry between them, their relationship on the island is a fantasy at best. But murder and blackmail put them in dangerous positions, and they’ll have to decide if love is indeed a fantasy, or a choice which reaps its own rewards.

To read an excerpt, click here.
 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

CONTEST--WICKED READINGS

Today I'm at Wicked Readings by Tawania with a contest to promote Tied and True. To enter to win a $10 Amazon GC, stop on over and comment. It's that easy. Good luck!

Friday, July 19, 2013

Cover Reveal! Virginia Nelson's Runaway Groom

Cover Reveal! Check out this stellar new beginning to Virginia Nelson's new series. Yes, that's right. You're seeing it first here! And a few other places, but this is the one that matters. LOL
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From Virginia:  Runaway Groom is the first book in my Watkin’s Pond series and I’m super happy to have the cover to share with everyone. So, for the cover reveal… *drumroll please* 
Coming to Samhain January 2014
 
The groom is back in town.
 
Abigail lost her best friend years ago when he ditched her at the altar like a loaf of stale bread. Now he’s back and determined to do whatever he has to—even lie, apparently—to get under her skin. Although he makes her hormones rev to life in a way that no one has since he left, she is equally determined not to fall for his boy-next-door charm.
 
His bride-to-be is somewhat reluctant.
 
Braxton Dean was too young and stupid to know better when he walked away. Years of trying to fill the Abby-shaped hole in his heart have left him empty, and now he’s going to win back his girl—or get over her. But first he needs answers. Particularly why she never responded to any of his letters.
 
It might take a whole town to make this wedding happen.
 
With the help of their friends, the two battle it out. The army? An entire town of busybodies. The prize? Happily ever after.

Warning: Contains indignant old ladies, steamy sex (but not with indignant old ladies), seduction cake, and condom bouquets. Yes, we went there.
  

About the Author
 Virginia Nelson spends her days chasing three very active kids around.  When she is not doing this, or plotting taking over the world, she likes to write, play in the mud, drive far too fast and scream at inanimate objects.  She can often be found listening to music that is far too loud and typing her next fantastic tale of blood, sex and random acts of ineptitude.  Romance, in Ms. Nelson’s opinion, is not about riding off into the sunset on the back of a horse with the knight in shining armor— it is about riding the dragon.  If the knight can keep up… well, that is love.

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

Wednesday Words...On Thursday

Since I missed Wednesday Words--but really, how am I expected to compete with a Carrie Ann Ryan new release??--I figured I'd put them up today. So for your reading pleasure, a steamy excerpt from my new release, Tied and True. Note, this is definitely R-rated. Yeah, don't open at the office.

Lindsay woke on her back with her arms stretched above her head. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, and when she did, she panicked.
“Shit.”
“Shit is right.” Jared Hunt towered over her, his jutting cock stiff and eager, his lips curled with humor, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “I told you I wasn’t going to ask again.”
“Jared,” she cajoled, as she twisted her wrists, only to find them tied with her own equipment. Damn. That had been sloppy of her. She knew she should have tied him tighter, but she’d been determined not to cause him any undue pain. Idiot. “You know you deserved a bit of harmless payback for what you said about me to Frick and Frack at the office. Admit it.”
“I do,” he said easily, rubbing himself as he stared down at her.
Look away, please. Unable to break eye contact, she was completely ensnared by his hungry gaze. Blindfolded, he’d been more a fantasy than a person, just as he’d made her out to be in his discussion with Maclearn and Simmons. But now she couldn’t help seeing the real him. Her heart hammered with more than worry at his nearness. She was deeply in lust and scarily growing more and more drawn to the handsome devil, despite her inner plea to remember his callous words.
Damn her conscience. It refused to shut up. But everyone at the office really likes him. And he never had one bad word to say about anyone until you overheard him on Wednesday. He even took your rejections in stride. Lindsay’s heart beat faster.
“Do you know what I was thinking about when I was touching myself last night?” he asked, his voice throaty.
Lindsay licked her lips and cleared her throat before she could answer. “Wh-what?”
“I was thinking how gratifying it would be to come inside your slick heat. About how hard I could push into your wet pussy, how long I could make you come around me.”
Lindsay bit her lip to hold back a groan. Why did he have to be so sexy and so damn hot when he talked frankly like that? Her attention settled on the large hand covering his shaft, and she had an unquenchable urge to swallow him again.
“That’s right, baby. You want this in your mouth, don’t you?”
She said nothing, a little embarrassed to be so obvious. And she knew she and Jared had gone far beyond embarrassed hours ago.
“Tell me, Lindsay. Tell me you want to suck my cock, to swallow my come. All of it.”
She shifted in sexual frustration, feeling deliciously wet and strangely uninhibited under his gaze. “I want you, Jared.” She stared into his light green eyes. “I want to feel you shudder when you come, to taste you as you slide down my throat, so creamy and sweet.”
He increased the friction on his cock, and she wondered if he meant to mark her with his seed. The thought aroused her further.
“I’m going to do to you what you’ve been doing to me since I met you,” he answered silkily, showing another side to the charming, affable Jared Hunt. This man seemed dangerous, controlling, and he thrilled her to the quick. “But first I need a measure of control, one you’re going to provide.”
He knelt on the bed, moving up her body to straddle her neck, his cock imposing and large before her. “Lick me,” he growled. “Suck my balls, my cock. Make me want to fuck that pretty mouth until I come.”
Lindsay was on fire. She’d always wanted to try being dominated, not the heavy stuff, but a little play like this. Now she couldn’t believe what she’d been missing. She felt so aroused. His mere words and nearness made her want to come. Had he felt the same when she’d had him tied up and at her mercy?
Staring up at his lust-glazed expression, Lindsay opened her mouth and stroked him with her tongue. He moved with her, and she shivered at the touch of his balls on her cheek and began licking and sucking the velvety sac with a generosity that made him moan out loud. Jared tilted his pelvis and put the tip of himself in her mouth, as if waiting to see what she would do.
She smiled, then sobered as she stared at his beautiful shaft. After licking her lips, she opened wider. He pushed forward, cursing when she urged him deeper. Clutching the headboard with an iron grip, Jared began thrusting inside her mouth, slowly but surely, his girth growing until she had no thought for anything other than swallowing him.
Thick, hot flesh filled her, made her breathless with desire. She tasted salty sweetness and knew his climax neared.
“Fuck, Lindsay. You’re so good.” He groaned, pumping faster. “I’m coming.”
He shot into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed him, squirming on the bed for the release she desperately needed. Watching him come was a heady stimulant, one that stoked her desire to feel the same, free of any constraint.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Jared withdrew and lay over her, blanketing her with his body. He was still semi-hard, moisture beading at his tip as he rubbed it over her middle. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve given me. Pleasure until you want to die from it.”

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Another New Release

But this time, my guest is Carrie Ann Ryan. Her new release came out yesterday, Dreams of Ivory. The Holiday, Montana series is magical. Literally! Take a look...


Jackson Cooper hates magic. Even though his brothers are falling prey to the seductive draw of the paranormal world, Jackson wants nothing to do with it.  He also wants nothing to do with marriage, babies, and all that comes with it. He's content with being the stoic, but quiet Uncle Jacks. But when a woman from his past, one he's been dodging for years, comes back to town, Jackson might have to reevaluate his plans.

Honor Bridges is the tooth fairy. Well, not the tooth fairy, but at least one of them. For the past eight years she's been on her own, hiding from what she truly wants. Now she's back in Holiday and ready to take over her duties...as well as deal with Jackson once and for all. But there's another player in town who isn't happy with the decisions she made all those years ago and Jackson might be the one who takes the brunt of that anger.

Warning: Contains a wickedly spicy tooth fairy--complete with sparkly wings, the most tortured of all the Cooper brothers in all his broodiness, and dreams that are sure to make you never want to wake up in this final Cooper Brother’s installment of the Holiday, Montana series.


Amazon: http://amzn.to/11Ogcsd
Amazon Print: http://amzn.to/18WmCYu
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/14Sypmo
ARe: http://bit.ly/18X3Z6E
Kobo: http://bit.ly/13bvHsq