It’s an awesome giveaway event
Feb 20 – Feb 27
Many people celebrate this romantic day with their loved ones. Whether it’s with chocolate, flowers, jewelry or simply a heart-felt “I Love You”, everybody, I think, has a soft spot for romance in their life. Some are lucky and find that special loved one and they are fortunate to spend a lifetime together. Sometimes that lifetime is not as long as we’d like. But every moment is to be treasured.
That’s what I adore about the Romance genre. It’s all about that happily ever after, however long it’s meant to be. It’s about finding that person, or persons, that makes our heart thump faster. That steals our breath when they walk in the room. That holds our hand when we need comfort.
In the world of fiction, Romance spans time and comes in all shapes, sizes and forms. The Year of Romance Giveaway offers a glimpse into all of these areas.
Thank you to everybody who entered. And a special thank you to all of the authors who donated books.
You’ll get 29 books in all. From short stories, to full length novels.
There’s contemporary, romantic suspense, erotic romance, paranormal, time travel, sci-fi, historical. We’ve got a little bit of everything!
Giveaway runs from January 16 through to midnight February 10th.
The winner will be announced right here on February 14 – Valentine’s Day!
The jackpot includes a Kindle Fire, all of the ebooks you see above, as well as a necklace and set of wine glass charms made by the talented Nicole Laverdure.
This giveaway is international. A winner will be randomly selected, but you have many ways to gain additional entries. We are always looking to expand our groups so sign up for some fan groups and newsletters and get 5 entries for each of those alone!
The winner will receive an email from me within 48 hours of the event closing, and MUST confirm to claim their prize within 48 hours of my email, otherwise I will select another winner.
The winner MUST also provide their kindle email. All books will be sent directly to the winner’s kindle.
There are no transfers, no substitutions and no exchange for cash or gift cards.
Please refer to the full set of terms and conditions in the Rafflecopter.
The Sexy Scribblers have a brand new story for you.
Have you read episodes 1 and 2?
What about episodes 3 and 4?
Here’s episodes 5 and 6
By Lena Hart
Simon jerked back and studied the beautiful raven-haired siren. It wasn’t necessarily what she said but how she said it.
Why would they need to get along?
He slowly began to pull away from the woman, but something in her sea-green eyes stopped him. There was something about her that was hypnotic, making him forget his Ana and the memories that were still very much a part of him.
“It’ll be okay, Simon. This was all meant to happen.”
That odd declaration confused him more then ever.
“Tonight,” she explained. “Tonight was always meant to happen, Simon.”
So now she could read my mind too?
“Who the hell are you?”
“I told you. My name is Narissa. You don’t have to be afraid.”
She smiled in a way that told them both she knew he was lying. She took his cool hands into hers again, and the same warmth that had coursed through his body when she had kissed him spread through him. That tantalizing sensation made him forget who he was and what he’d done.
She made him forget a lot of things.
“I can feel your pain, Simon. It’s not your fault what happened to her. None of it was.”
“How can you say that,” he said through gritted teeth. “I was the experienced one. I should have known it was too dangerous to go out in the water. I should have tried harder to look for her.”
“You did everything you could that night.”
But he could have done more.
That single thought had plagued him for the last two years. His life had been a constant loop of wondering and second-guessing. It didn’t matter how many times his family and friends tried to reassure him, or how many cruises or trips they took to these private islands. Nothing could erase his mind of the doubt and what-ifs.
And nothing could erase the memory of the accusatory glares from Ana’s parents. He had no words to justify why he had taken their only daughter out on his boat during a tropical storm warning. Ana had fallen off of his boat and her life had been cut short because of him.
“Look at me, Simon.”
He stared down at her, this disheveled woman wearing only his sweatshirt. She was a stranger to him, and yet, he felt as if he’d known her forever.
“Do you trust me?”
For the life of him, he didn’t know why he agreed, but he couldn’t stop his head from bobbing up and down like an idiot. But with that slow awareness came a peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Good, because I would never hurt you, Simon. You are my alteruid.”
“My other…my mate.”
Her grip tightened around his hand as she slowly led him toward the boulder. The waves rolled and crashed against the dark rock, leaving a spray of white foam to cascade back into the black ocean bed. The stars above glowed brightly. The same brightness that had convinced him to take the woman he loved into his boat so he could propose to her. She should have been his partner…his mate.
Now she was gone.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To a new life. A happier one…”
Simon knew he had two choices. He could get as far away from this crazy temptress and back to his family…and his heartache.
Or he could succumb to his desire and follow this mysterious siren to the unknown—into the watery abyss that stretched before them…
By Valerie Twombly
“Why do you hesitate?” Narissa asked, tugging on his hand.
Why? Because he was crazy and imagined some beautiful woman wanted to drag him into the sea. The worst thing about it? This was the first time he’d felt anything since that fateful night. At least something other than sorrow and guilt. For the first time, he experienced desire, and a deep-seated need his gut told him that only this woman could quench.
“I’m not a dream,” she whispered as she pressed into him and nuzzled his jaw. “I’m real. Do you feel me?”
Oh, he felt her. His senses suddenly awakened. His entire body zinged with an energy he hadn’t felt in…
He cupped her face and pulled her close. When he claimed her mouth, the taste of cherries burst across his tongue. She settled her soft curves against him and every thing about her was real. Familiar. He had to have her. The need to plant himself deep inside her was so overwhelming, it was as if she had somehow mesmerized him. He was operating on pure male instinct rather than common sense.
Her hand drifted to his thickening cock and squeezed, reassuring him she wanted the same thing he did. To press her point home, she backed away and pulled off his sweatshirt. Now only the moonlight bathed her skin in a seductive glow. The world stopped as he tore at his clothes, anxious to finally feel something besides his own self-pity.
Naked. The cool air brushing across his skin made him feel alive. In two strides, he was to the enchantress in front of him, and his body pressed against hers once more.
“Hurry!” She took his hand and led him over the rough terrain he had crossed to get to her. “I want to make love on the sand.”
He’d not argue with that as long as she hurried. When they reached the other side, she whirled to face him then pulled him down on top of her. He wrapped his lips around a rosy bud as she lifted her hips and ground against his shaft.
“I can’t wait any longer.” She reached between them and guided his erection inside her.
“Oh shit.” Her heat wrapped around him like a velvet glove, and if he died tonight, he would go a happy man. Narissa was an angel sent to save him.
She dug her heels into his back. “Simon, faster. Please, I need you.”
Already he fought to keep composure. He wanted to enjoy every second with her, but she was insatiable, so he thrust harder. Tangling his fingers into her thick dark hair, he stared into her eyes. He wanted to watch her come.
“So close,” she whispered. Then she detonated, crying out his name so it carried on the wind to those nearby.
He didn’t care. Her hot sheath convulsed around him, squeezing until his own orgasm pulled his balls tight and let loose. He closed his eyes and allowed it take him away. Moments later, when his breathing returned to normal, he risked a look toward her, fearful this had all been a dream.
Visions. Hundreds of visions flashed in his head and played at supersonic speed. So fast he thought his brain would explode. He rolled off Narissa and landed on his back, clutching his head as he howled in pain. Somewhere he thought he heard a female whimper, but he couldn’t help. Time no longer had meaning. He may have lain there for seconds or days, before the pain stopped and the visions passed. When he dared open his eyes, Narissa lay still next to him. His heart raced, fearful she was dead.
“Narissa?” He hovered over her. “No! Ana.” She didn’t look like his Ana, but he knew she was. Just as he realized he wasn’t Simon.
Rylan. The name rung in his ears and felt true.
Narissa opened her eyes then smiled at him. “You’re back. We’re together again.”
“Yes. Elnora will be furious.” The mermaid had wanted to rule and cut a deal to oust Rylan, who had been their king. He and Narissa––his true mate––had been stripped of their memories and banished to the human realm. Elnor had thought she had separated them forever, but they had found each other as Simon and Ana. Something had happened when Ana fell from the boat. By some miracle, she had changed back to her previous identity.
“I remember you now.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I remember everything. I fell into the water that night and somehow morphed back. I had no memory of Rylan or Simon though.”
“We could not be kept apart in human form, nor can we be kept apart now. It is time I come back to rule.”
She cupped his cheek. “Yes, let’s go back home. Together.”
The Sexy Scribblers have a brand new story for you.
Have you read episodes 1 and 2?
Here’s episodes 3 and 4
By Aubrey Wynne
An invisible rope pulled at him—no, something subtler and even more compelling. A silky thread of gentle influence that spun around his head and shoulders and drew him toward the highest boulder. Simon climbed the rock, his fingernails scraping the slick algae that clung to his skin. A yellow froth simmered in the water. Just below his line of vision, a splash dissolved the golden foam.
He peered over the top, sharp points digging into his chest and ribs. A glint of sparkling scales in blues and greens and silvers. A soft sigh. He inched closer to the edge. Long slender arms gracefully stroked the water. The moonlight shimmered off her pale, creamy skin and gave the woman an almost ghostly appearance. As if sensing his presence, she turned her head.
He froze, feeling the earth spin beneath him as sea green eyes gazed up at him. She wasn’t a ghost; she was an angel. And then his hand slipped, his chin smashed against the stone, and he tumbled over the ragged cliff and into the water below. Splash!
He fought for breath as the cold water soaked his clothes. He kicked and floated up, breaking through the clear surface with a yell. He tread water, turning in circles, searching for the heavenly, raven-haired girl.Where did she go? Have I lost my mind? The scent of suphur burned his nostrils again.
“Are you all right?”
Her voice washed over him and warmed his skin. It was the sweetest sound he had heard in two years. She sat just inside a small cave, her knees up and arms wrapped around her legs—naked. I do need therapy. No one will ever believe this.
“Perhaps we can help each other?” She spoke in a slow, sensual tone like honey dripping from a spoon.
He swam over to her and she reached down to help pull him from the water. As he dripped over her, she quickly covered herself again. “Could you spare a wet shirt for a female in need?”
Simon opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Shut your mouth, you look like a gaping fish. Her slender arms barely covered perfect, rounded breasts. The curly dark shadow between her legs glistened with beads of water.
“Who are you? How did you get here? Where are your clothes?” Now that he’d caught his breath, every question in his head seemed to spill from his lips.
“Give a girl a break. I’ll trade you answers for the hoodie.” She smiled and his heart beat faster.
He pulled off the wet material and handed it to her. “What’s your name?”
“Narissa, and thank you. I came a bit unprepared.” The last of her words were muffled as she struggled to push her arms through the sopping sleeves.
Simon started to tug and when her head finally appeared, he was rewarded with a lovely grin on her soft, pink lips. Without thought, he reached around and gently tugged her hair out from the hood and laid it gently over her shoulders. Thick waves of midnight fell through his fingers and framed her heart-shaped face. A tremor passed through him, and he felt himself harden for the first time since… What the hell? I just got out of the ice-cold ocean, how can I be—
“And you are?”
“Simon. Were you in a boating accident? How did you get here?” An image flashed through his mind, the hull of his boat jutting out of the water, blackness all around, a cry for help.
“Oh no, nothing like that. Elnora was a little too adamant about the mission. I took off without a plan.” Narissa shrugged. “I have a bad habit of not thinking first.”
The late spring air chilled his skin and goose bumps rose along his arms and chest. He suddenly felt the stones under his bare feet and his chin hurt. As if reading his mind, she reached up and delicately touched it.
“Is there much pain? I can’t tell without any light.”
“Aren’t you cold?” He caught her hand as she pulled away. “How do you know my chin hurts?”
“I could feel it. And your teeth will start chattering soon if you don’t find some warmth.”
By Angie Daniels
Narissa couldn’t believe it.
Nothing she’d heard or ever read about had prepared her for the man standing in front of her. Despite what Elnora said about humans being disgusting creatures, the gray-eyed hottie was one sexy beast.
“Did you say you can feel my pain?” he asked, gaze flickering with disbelief.
She nodded. “Yes, I feel what you feel.”
He was wondering if she was crazy. The same thought had crossed her mind. The ability to feel was only supposed to be possible between Hydronid soulmates, not with humans! Yet, there was no denying the dull ache at his cleft chin or the pressure of the rocks beneath his feet. But what caused her to gasp was the overwhelming heat that raged through his body, settling right smack at his groin. It not only had her nipples beading but also the area between her thighs, pulsing with unfamiliar need. Thank goodness for the large hoodie that covered her to mid-thigh.
As he continued to stare at her, Narissa felt an unmistakable magnetic pull between them. “Narissa, where did you come from?” he asked.
She smirked, loving the way her name rolled off his tongue. He had the kind of deep baritone voice dreams were made of. “I come from a place you’ve never been, but if you’re a good boy, I’ll take you home with me.” Playfully, Narissa bumped her shoulder against his.
He blinked at her. “Place? What kind of place?”
She was scaring him, and the last thing she wanted was for him to run away. “I’m on a mission.”
“This is some kind of joke, right?” He flashed a crooked smile that was so deliciously sexy it aroused all her girlie parts.
“What’s your name again?” Narissa asked.
“Simon,” she repeated and found it had a nice ring to it. “Simon, this isn’t a joke.”
He was perfect. Curly brown hair. A strong nose. Gorgeous eyes. And a body like Poseidon. He was exactly what she was looking for to fulfill her mission, and in the flicker of a heartbeat, she was craving the taste of human lips.
“Kiss me.” She felt her body sway toward him.
His eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
Giggling, she whispered, “Kiss me, silly.” Reaching up, Narissa cupped the back of his head, urging his face toward hers. She planned on just a quick peck but his mouth was so soft and moist, a moan slipped from between her lips.
“Now that’s what I call an introduction,” Simon growled and dragged Narissa to him.
The heat radiating from his body surrounded her and then his large arms swallowed her. The pressure of his chest against her tingling nipples was enough to make her quiver. Am I dreaming? If she was, she was in no rush to wake up. Simon’s lips tempted her in ways she’d only imagined.
She deepened the kiss. Simon opened his mouth, inviting her to explore deeper. As soon as his tongue met hers again, all Narissa could think about was how Simon made her feel feminine and fragile, even though she wasn’t. She felt alive and new to passion although she’d experienced kisses before. Only this was far better than any schoolgirl crush.
Desperate for air, she brought a hand to his chest and drew back. His breath fanned her face while she watched him, watching her.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he confessed.
“Neither have I.” Narissa nodded slowly while her heart did a weird tap dance in her chest. “Simon, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
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