Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Somethin' Dirty‏ Blog Tour with Author Em Petrova

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Title – Somethin’ Dirty 

Series – Country Fever #4 

Author – Em Petrova 

Genre – Contemporary erotic western romance 

Publication Date – 2/11/14 

Length (Pages/# Words) – 217 pages 

Publisher – Samhain Publishing

Blurb

She’s headed for the big time…unless her heart gets stopped at the pass.

Forty-two-year-old single father Griffin Turner couldn't have made it through colic and calving season without his mother’s babysitting services. But just when he thinks he’s got the hardest part of the infant learning curve licked, he gets devastating news. Mom is sick. And Griffin is forced to hire a nanny.

With nothing but twenty dollars in her pocket and her voice, Nola Brady wants to leave small-town Wyoming to pursue her dreams in Nashville. She answers Griffin’s ad to keep body and soul together until her big chance arrives. Love isn't even on her radar…until she unexpectedly falls for the rough-and-playful cowboy.

Between the sheets, they’re poetry. Outside the bedroom, he inspires her to be more woman than she ever dreamed possible, which scares her enough to put on the brakes…and hit the road.

But if she thought he’d just let her leave quietly, she was wrong. Because hell hath no fury like a cowboy in love…especially one with a baby on his hip. And a ring with her name on it.

Warning: This cowboy daddy is determined to make a May/September romance work—even if he has to lay down his palm or his mouth on a round ass cheek to do it.

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Excerpt

Nola’s mind lost track of Molly’s words. Everything around her vanished but those two dark eyes pinning her down.

A movement from Molly snapped her out of it. She looked up in time to see her sister had raised her glass in greeting to Mr. Thigh-Clenchingly Hot.

She wrapped her fingers around Molly’s arm. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t draw his attention.”

“Why not? Have you scored in the past six months? You’ve gotta be feeling the weight of that stare, sis. Why not invite him onto the dance floor?”

“No, I—” She glanced up to see him pull away from the wall and make his way across the floor. “Oh f***. Now look what you’ve done!”

She tried to duck and run into the masses, but Molly hooked a boot around her shin and sent her careening off-balance. Her beer sloshed over the floor, spattering the boots of some dancers.

“So sorry,” she mouthed, her voice lost in the stampede of boots and the cry of appreciation as someone took the microphone for an old Hank Williams song.

Two long, denim-clad legs slid into her vision. She followed the lines up, up, up to the thick chest sporting the white and gray western shirt. And hell, the fabric had a small embroidered flower design next to the pearl buttons.

A man who wore embroidery was very comfortable in his skin. Not a boy. A man.

If she’d had any question about this, she didn’t now as she stared into his face. Small lines framed his eyes and lips, and a few threads of silver wove through his beard.

She quivered.

“Wanna dance?” He offered a hand to her, and she gaped at it for two heartbeats.

Before she could think, Molly had divested her of her beer. Then her sister shoved her from behind, and Nola jerked forward. Taking her movement as acceptance, Mr. Thigh-Clenchingly Hot wrapped his fingers around hers and tugged her onto the floor.

Before she could suck in air, she was whipped into his embrace. When she did, she filled her head with his personal musk—man and clean soap. Leather.

He was smiling at her. She returned it, then gave a laugh and dropped her gaze.

He leaned in. “I’m Griffin. And before you ask, this is the first dance I’ve had in over a year. So don’t laugh at my jumbled up feet.”

How could she remain aloof to that? Everything about him charmed the pants—or mini-skirt—right off her.

“I’m Nola.” She inhaled deeply and didn’t catch a hint of beer or whiskey on him. “You’re not drinking tonight?”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Nah. I’m a designated driver. Love to help out the cause and my ma has the—” He bit off the rest of the sentence with a shake of his head. “My ma taught me to give back to the community.”

For several heartbeats, she lost herself in his deep, chocolate gaze. God, were those golden flecks in his eyes? And the creases around each corner enhanced the image that he perpetually squinted into the sun or smiled. Or both.

“Crowded in here,” she said a little breathlessly. The bodies hemming her in tighter to Griffin were unwelcome. Weren’t they?

Damn, she needed to get away from him, and fast. One more upward quirk of his mouth and she’d be wearing a wedding band and apron.


Our Review


This is a new author for me.I enjoy reading erotica romance from time to time and this turned out to be an enjoyable read.


I really enjoyed the main characters of the story they were easy to relate to and very like able.I would have to say that Griffin had to be my favorite character. 


Griffin was one sexy hot cowboy.I was falling for him myself from the beginning after reading the first few pages of this story.Who wouldn't? A single guy raising his daughter on his own.Griffin loved his daughter Lyric with his whole heart.He had overwhelming responsibilities and pressures at home his mother with cancer ,trying to tend to his ranch alone his stock dying off, worrying about Lyric's welfare and paying off the student loans for Lyric's mother.With all that Griffin seemed to hold it together most of the time.You really felt the sadness that surrounded him. Meeting Nola was the best thing to happen to him a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel.



Loved Nola's personality what a feisty cowgirl she was.With the big dreams of making it big and becoming a country singer.You had to love her determination and her drive to pursue her dream .Nola knows what she wants and just goes for it.She has a very passionate and loving heart.One of the things I noticed about her is that she always seemed so full of life.


With working toward her dream Nola takes a nanny position taking care of Lyric Griffin Turner's daughter.The sparks fly between this couple from the very beginning well maybe I should say flames instead.Nola knowing the job is temporary for her tries to ignore what seems to between the two of them.Not only does she plan to leave but, Griffin is almost 20 years her senior.How does she protect herself from falling in loving with this fabulous family ?


Wow ! One hot read.The romantic sex scene's between this couple were hot and sizzling for sure.Not only that they had genuine affection and friendship for one another.They really lit up the sheets together.The couple made each encounter fun and sexy.


A relationship doomed from the very beginning.I was rooting for a happy ever after for this couple .They were perfect for one another and would make a beautiful family.Griffin is ready to settle down and Nola wants her dream.But, heartbreak is looming in the future for both.


Loved begin part of Nola's and Griffin's adventure.The couple had so many obstacles to overcome.Neither looking for love but found it.Do you embrace a love like this that only comes once in ones lifetime or walk away? I really enjoyed this story with all its joys and sorrows.A fun fast pace read .The story was engaging from beginning to end with just enough spice.


A recommend erotic tale not overly done but , with just enjoy fire.Looking forward to reading other stories from this author.Great job ! Well done !Love those sexy cowboys !

Meet the Author 

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AUTHOR BIO: Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.

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Book Blitz for Gringa with Author Eve Rabi


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TITLE – Gringa

AUTHOR – Eve Rabi

GENRE – Modern Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – December 9, 2013

PUBLISHER – Eve Rabi

COVER ARTIST – Eve Rabi

Blurb
I was twenty-one, a sassy college student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the s.o.b. mistook me for a spy.


I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?


Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go to hell and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.


But, to my surprise, he became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.


He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?


To save the village I had to.


He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.


I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.


But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.


At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.


I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious.


As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.

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Book Excerpt

(Please Note This Excerpt Is For 18+ And Contains Some Strong Language)
He grabs me by the scruff of my neck and drags me out of the room to the lunch table.
‘Leave me the fuck alone!’
He shoves me into the dining room. It’s Saturday so that entire gang is
there, in the mood to party and to be entertained. Watching Diablo drag
me to the table gets them excited.
Humiliated and seething, I sit down and drum my nails on the table. I don’t eat or look at him.
‘Eat!’ he orders.
I ignore him and drum louder, furiously.
A man named Norman, seated next to me, leans over and says, ‘Señorita gringa want Whiskey?
‘Yes please, Norman.’
Norman pours the whiskey and places the glass in front of me.
‘Thank you Norman,’ I say, bypassing the glass and reaching for the bottle.
Norman’s eyes grow huge when he sees me taking giant swigs from the bottle.
It’s awful. I hate whiskey. Tastes like gasoline to me.
‘Damn!’ I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘This sure is mighty fine whiskey, Norman.’
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, my name …’
‘Lemme pour you one, Norman.’ I top his glass to the brim and hand it to him. ‘Knock yourself out,’ I chuckle.
Diablo’s not smiling.
Yeah, I’m supposed to be nice to him now that the FBI is involved. Well, fuck the FBI and Fuck him.
As lunch progresses, I’m feeling a little more relaxed now. Warm in my
toes and even a little confident. Well, they’re eating lunch and I’m
drinking mine – whiskey, Tequila and some other shit on the table.
After a few more swigs from the bottles, I cross my arms over my head
and whistle Hit me Baby One More Time by Brittany bitch. Totally out of
tune, but hey, who gives a fuck right now.
Diablo’s hairy face reveals little, but somehow I don’t think he’s
comfortable with my drinking. Hell, I’m not comfortable with my
drinking, but screw him.
They’re passing around pictures. Pornographic pictures and the conversation becomes steamy.
Usually, I pass on the pictures, but today, I snatch them out of Norman’s hand. ‘Lemme see that!’
I peer at the picture then burst out laughing. ‘That’s the fugliest flower I have ever come across,’ I say.
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, iiis not a flower, iiis a, how you say it…?’ He snaps his fingers.
‘Vagina,’ some other fucker calls out.
I peer at him. ‘What?!’ I snatch it out of his hands again. ‘Gimmee
that.’ I stare at the picture. ‘Mm. Can’t be a woman’s vagina. It’s too
fugly. Has to be a man’s.’ I hand him back the picture and go back to my
 neglected bottle.
‘So many Gringas,’ Antonio says, perving over the pictures. At the mention of the word ‘Gringa’, all eyes zero in on me.
Am I embarrassed? Hell no!
‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ I say and down another Tequila, whiskey –
whatever – I’ve lost track of what I’m drinking. ‘I don’t roll that way.
 Why don’t you ask the fugly asshole at the end of the table?’
There is a collective gasp in the room and all eyes dart towards Diablo, including mine. Now he’s gonna be really pissed. Great.
But his amused response in Spanish brings on some guffawing.
‘What? What did he say, Norman?’
Norman is pissed enough to explain. ‘Diablo say, is like a fucking a
Colchón sometimes. He say, is a big let down. And, Señorita Gringa, and
my name is not …’
‘Colchón … mattress? He said that, did he?’ I let out a long, low whistle. ‘Well Norm, what the hell does he know, huh?’
I smile at Norman. ‘Can I call you “Norm?” I don’t wait for him to
answer. ‘He don’t know jack. Foreplay – hell, he probably thinks it’s
some kind of sugar-free chewing gum or something to do with his car’s
steering wheel. Huh, Norm?’
‘But Señorita gringa, my name is not Norm, it is not Norman, it is Lucas.’
I stare at him for so long, he starts to flinch. ‘Lucas?’
He nods.
‘Why didn’t you say something, Norm? Okay, I’ll call you Lucas from now on, Norm.’
‘Eh …’
Santana almost falls off her chair laughing.
I look at Norm. ‘Now Norm,’ I point to Santana, ‘she’s probably laughing
 at what I said. Or she’s laughing at what the fuckwit at the end of the
 table said about me – the mattress – whatever shit …but, you ever seen a
 donkey laugh, Norm?
‘No, Señorita gringa. But my name …’
‘Never? Well, it’s your lucky day, Norm, cos you’ve seen it now.’ I jerk my head towards Santana.
Well, that magically erases the smile of donkey’s face.
‘You biiitch!’ Santana screeches. ‘I fargin’ kiiill you!’
I smile and raise my bottle at her. ‘Take a “fargin” number and get in “fargin” line.’
Troy comes up to me. ‘Gringa,’ he whispers, ‘come, let me take you to bed so you can sleep it … ’
My eyebrows shoot up. ‘Take me to bed? Are you better in bed than your brother? Christ, I hope so, Troy!’
Troy turns scarlet and shrinks back, all the while glancing nervously at Diablo.
Diablo looks at everyone around him falling out of their chairs with
laughter and his breathing becomes like that of an emphysema patient –
raspy and labored.
‘He really is lousy in bed Troy. And you know what? I don’t like him. He’s hairy and yuuuuck! He won’t let me visit my … ’
Diablo slams his fist onto the table, rattling the table and animating plates, cutlery, glasses.
‘Fuck! Look what you did Satan – you nearly made me spill my …’ I jerk
back and peer at the label on the bottle in my hand. ‘What the fuck is
this shit? Anyhoo, you’ve made me lose count of how many drinks I had.
Have to start all over again. In case I have to drive.’
Diablo suddenly whips out his knife and flings it ninja-style at me. I duck and it hits the wooden beam behind me.
‘Ooooh!’ I cry shaking both my hands mockingly. ‘I’m in trooouble now! Biiiiga trooouble.’
‘Go gringa, go!’ some of the men cheer.
‘Whoookay!’ I say.
Diago stands up.
I stand up too and look him in the eye, my eyebrows disappearing behind my spiky fringe.
Breathing heavily, he creeps slowly to me, but I’m ready for him. I kick
 back my chair and sidle around, using the table as a barrier between
us.
‘Watch him move, like a … eh, what you say for walrus in Spanish?’
The men laugh harder. Even Christa laughs.
‘You will farkin’ die!’ Diablo roars.
‘And who’s gonna farkin kill me, huh?’ I ask, dancing on the spot. ‘You?’ I throw my head back and laugh.
More laughter around me.
Diablo runs to his knife, grabs it off the beam and runs towards me.
But I’m already out of the villa and racing towards the cliff.
‘I’m going to kiiiill you!’ he yells as he chases me.
‘Fuck you, motherfucker!’ I scream over my shoulder and sprint ahead. I
don’t care if he kills me, I just don’t want to be assaulted by him.
He’s super strong and I stand no chance against him if he does. I’ve
never seen him run before and I’m hoping he’s out of shape and slow.
Well, the big lunch should make him sluggish.
But to my dismay, I can actually hear his breathing. I’m surprised at my
 slowness. Must be something to do with the booze. I have to admit, I
didn’t realize how drunk I was until I started running. Too late now.
I run up the hill and through the dense foliage, passing startled
villagers tending the cannabis crops. They stop and stare when they see
Diablo chasing a gringa with a knife in his hand. Behind Diablo are his
men, some on horseback and some on foot, not wanting to miss the moment
Diablo finally kills the insolent Gringa.
‘Go, gringa go!’ I hear.
I run faster than I ever did in my life.
‘You will die!’ Diablo threatens behind me, still brandishing the knife.
 His breathing is getting louder and I know I have to do something.
The rock pool! I know for sure that Diablo is no match for me in the water. Very few people are. I head for the pool.
Changing route confuses Diablo and for a few moments, the gap between us increases, allowing me some respite.
I’m desperate to reach the rock pool so that I can shake the enraged animal behind me.
But to my dismay and my surprise, he catches me.
‘Let go of me, you fucking freak!’


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Meet Our Author

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AUTHOR BIO
Eve Rabi lives in Australia, but she was born in South Africa.
She is the author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, alpha males and no holes-barred love stories.
Oh, and let’s not forget about humour, it’s a must in her books.
To quote a smashwords.com reviewer: “When you pick up an Eve Rabi book, forget sleep. She writes gripping page turners that will keep you reading till the very end.”

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LOVE STORIES BY EVE RABI
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 1
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 2

Burn’s World – Book 1
Burn’s World – Book 2
Burn’s World – Book 3
Burn’s World – Book 4

CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 1
CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 2

Gringa – A Love Story Book 1
Gringa – A Love Story Book 2
Gringa – A Love Story Book 3
Gringa – A Love Story Book 4

THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 1
THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 2

You Will Pay – For Leaving Me (This book is free to Eve Rabi Fans)

Obsessed with me –Book 1
Obsessed with me –Book 2

Betrayed – He’d get his Girl at Any Cost

My Brother, My Rival (Book 1)
My Brother, My Rival (Book 2)





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