Book Review Tour: A Valentine Challenge by Kiru Taye


A Valentine Challenge 
by 
Kiru Taye

Contemporary, Multicultural, Romance




Challenge Series – Three friends. Three challenges.
Are they willing to risk everything for love?


Book 1 – A Valentine Challenge

Life is good for ex-soldier turned entrepreneur Michael Ede. Or so he thinks. When his friends set him a challenge to exorcise the memory of a woman from his past, he expects it to be a walk in the park.

Socialite Kasie Bosa is spitting fire at men. Her long-term boyfriend has asked for a break via text message of all things. Fuming, she’s told him to go take a dive off the nearest bridge. So the next man who crosses her path is at risk of being shredded with her spa manicured nails.

Bad news for Michael who has chosen her as the object of his challenge. But neither of them can deny the sizzling chemistry between them nor control their responses, it seems. It’s the season of love. Will they escape unscathed?





Chapter One

I love those who can
smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress and grow brave by
reflection. ~ Leonardo Da Vinci.

Trouble. He could spot it a mile away.

A man accustomed to dealing with danger in all guises, he'd come across its varied forms from the killing fields of Sierra Leone to the marshy jungle of the Niger Delta. Danger came in the form of men with machetes or AK47s and explosives packed into cars in crowded markets. Though scarred, he'd dealt with trouble and survived.

Yet, standing outside the front entrance of Park Hotel, Enugu, the light morning breeze fanning Michael Ede's face, his gut twisted with the awareness of a different kind of trouble.

Today, danger was disguised as a woman. A stunningly beautiful woman.

Sure, she had the poise and elegance of a well-bred lady. A white shirt and high-waist black trouser suit enhanced as well as hid a curvaceous figure in silk swatches, feet encased in black shiny leather peep-toe high-heeled pumps, jet-black hair pulled back in a chignon, blood-red lips  matched her toe nails, she exuded sophistication and class.

Perhaps it was the way she avoided eye contact or the vicelike grip she had on the Louis Vuitton satchel she clutched in her left hand, but some vulnerability seeped out of the exterior shell of elegance and connected with a part of him—the part currently buried under the rubble of a demolished heart. A flame ignited in his gut, licking his skin with hot yearning.

Danger signals resounded within his head, veins churning with rising adrenaline, all his attention focused on the object coming toward him, a sixty-kilogram missile made of flesh and bones.

Get out of here!

Ignoring the screeching warning, he stood his ground. A born fighter, he was no yellow feathered bird ready to take flight at the flicker of a storm. He never ran from danger.

Sashaying toward him, lips in a glorious pout, eyes amber-brown and captivating, she came to a halt more than two long strides away from him.

Did she know, if she came any closer he might not be able to keep his hands off her? He wanted to touch her caramel skin. Slide his tongue along the curve of her collarbone. Would she taste as delightful as the sweet?

Squeeze. Release. He curled fingers into his palms and unclenched them at his sides; the sound of his pounding heart rivalled the drumbeats heralding Obiagu masquerades.


Hot blood scorched his veins, his body ablaze with desire.  It had nothing to do with the early morning sun burning his back.

And everything to do with the woman standing before him. Trouble!




A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take care of, she's still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.



During the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.



When she’s not writing or reading, she'd hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.




You reach her via her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or Pinterest



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Bethany-Kris's Review of A Valentine Challenge:
4 out of 5 stars!


When Michael Ede takes a bet of sorts on from his friends, one that will put him directly in the path, and possible bed, of spitfire/Ice Princess Kasie Bosa, he has no idea what he’s up against. With Kasie determined to fight against the attraction and chemistry she feels with Michael, and Michael determined to break through Kasie’s walls, and keep his beloved Cessna all the same, something is going to have to give.

As I usually state in my reviews for short stories, I enjoy a quick tale. At 62 pages in the pdf ARC, A Valentine Challenge is certainly that. Kiru Taye keeps the pace well from start to finish, and managed to portray the main characters plights, interest, and resolution perfectly for the length.

I want to call Michael a charming man, and at times he certainly could be, but I think the ghosts in his past made him a little hard, and harsh at times. What he received from the women in the past, he expects from women in the future. To me, that was a realistic portrayal of someone having been once burned and not stupid enough to let it happen a second time.

He also comes on a little strong, but I think Kasie enjoyed that maybe a little more than she wanted to admit. Let’s just say she’s the kind of girl accustomed to getting her way, and Michael wasn’t giving her an inch of room to move.

Given that the copy I received was an ARC, I overlooked the typos (think/thing tyre/tire two dashes instead of — in several places). There were a few sentences where a word was dropped, but nothing that drew my eye into the spot. However, the errors were a little distracting while reading. It was an ARC, though, so I’m hoping that a final proofread caught all of those in the final copy.

All in all, A Valentine Challenge was a good, smooth read. The heat in the story was just enough, and it wasn’t overdone, as it could have been. I’m interested in seeing the rest of this Challenge series play out.

 Find my review on Goodreads.

*I received my copy of A Valentine Challenge in exchange for an honest review*



Quotes That Have Inspired ...

I really don't have a lot of words to accompany this. Nothing terribly profound to say, or anything to point to. I simply know whenever I sit down to write a character, especially my heros, moreover if they are heros who are not "hero" material in the romantic, lovey-dovey, genuine good guy kind of way, I look to this.

Love and rage. They feel but two things, and while they may also feel many other things in the process, those sentiments are still born from love ... or rage.

Human nature is a beast. Sometimes, we are the worst of monsters. I try to stay true to that.

--Kris


Guest Post: Killian's Claim by Tyler Robbins

Thank you so much for having me!!

It’s been a while since I’ve had a full length book to release, and I’m thrilled that Killian’s Claim is finally here.

Most of my books have been M/M military themed, so my new series, Call of the Wolf, is a fresh and exciting new sub-genre I can’t seem to get enough of.

The first book, The Becoming, is featured in the Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology from Evernight. The story intrigued my muse and opened up a whole new world full of sexy, paranormal wolf-shifters.

The Call of the Wolf series follows the lives of several wolf packs across the state of Texas and a few other southern states.

Their species lives by a strict code, and heed the call of the spirit wolf in all things, including matters of the heart. Not an easy undertaking when you’ve been told your sexuality goes against the laws of nature … or does it?

Change is coming, and each pack will inevitably have to make choices that will either strengthen or destroy their way of life.

The characters in Killian’s Claim, face these problems as well, but they have so much more than wolf spirits to deal with.

Here’s a little taste of what I’m talking about…



Killian’s Claim:

Six years ago, Quinn Kelly barely escaped the brutal murder of his parents. Now the lone-wolf is searching for a place to belong. Well aware of his proclivity for men, his nomadic life hasn’t allowed him to find anyone to call his own, until now.

Wolf-shifter and future alpha of his own pack, Killian Masters wants nothing more than his father’s approval. After meeting Quinn, he’s more determined than ever to make his father see who he is and how deeply he loves.

Captivated by their growing passion, the young lovers have a rude awakening when the vengeful alpha who murdered Quinn’s parents, finds him, and vows to destroy anyone who gets in his way.

Some say the battle between good and evil is determined by which power is fed the most, but in nature, no power compares to that of an alpha’s claim.

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Making Writing Goals ... And Keeping Them
I've often been asked how I manage to write the amount of words I do and not lose speed, or worse, burn out completely.

Honestly, I ask myself that a lot, too. I'm the mother of two young boys--two and four-years-old. I have a full-time job that ranges between 30 to 37 hours a week, or more. Beyond the stamp I'm attempting to make with this writing of mine, I have many other responsibilities. A house to clean, children to care for, a spouse who needs the occasional kiss, animals to feed, a job to work. Yeah, it's a lot.

And somehow, even with all of those things, I managed to have three full length novels published one month after another. January, A Love Unfinished came out. February, Lynked. And in March, The Arrangement is set to be released.

I've also recently finished another full length, the second in The Russian Guns series, The Life. Although I have yet to send that in for submission, for my own reasons.

Can I just stop and say, before anything else, that it was a lot?

Maybe even too much. Sure, readers are insatiable. They love a good story, especially from their favorite authors. You want to put out a full length novel a month--GIMME. And that's great, it really is. But I felt like, for the last three months, that I couldn't even think straight. Which book was I promoting again? Who was on my blog next week? Have I got enough of my own stuff out there for eyes to be on it?

CRAP, I totally missed that freaking typo again!

Yeah.

And in the midst of the last release, and the upcoming one, mixed in with the edits for The Arrangement, I wrote The Life. Ending at a decent word count of about 93k, it too has a hefty read behind it.

I have written full length novels in less than a month. I have written them in a month and a half. My personal best, in word count, is 85k in 23 days. Don't ask me how, I'm not entirely sure. Some characters, some stories, make it so much easier than others. They take over and speak, while my hands are simply the tools that get it all down.

Do I have goals? Is THAT how I do it?

Sometimes.

I do have a sort of, personal goal, we'll say. I would love for writing to eventually be my full-time job, so whether I want to or not, I write every single day. Every week, I make sure I get at least 10k into something. I also no longer edit as I write. I save that for the end, and that could mean a good three rounds of self edits before I feel it's okay to send out for submission. Some weeks I can get a heck of a lot more in, especially if my work schedule permits, my kids don't try to kill me, and the hubby doesn't bitch too much.

Yeah, I said that, D, because you do.

But that's my goal, and for me, it's a very decent one. 10k a week.

Nope, that's not a full length in a month, but more often than not, I go over that goal weekly by leaps and bounds. I rarely fail it, because I've kept it realistic. I think that's the key. Some other authors might not have the time, or maybe the will, to even do 10k a week. And I think that's okay. Everybody is different.

And I firmly--wholly--believe that quality beats quantity ... every damned time.

I intend to put out the best of me every time I put something to paper, every time it goes to the publisher, and every time it gets released. Sometimes that's 10k a week, sometimes it's more, and occasionally, it's less.

Works for me.

What about you?

--Kris
Spotlight: Stealing Cupid's Bow by @JewelQuinlan

Stealing Cupid’s Bow

by Jewel Quinlan

 

Recently heartbroken, Raine Daniels arrives home in Las Vegas, Nevada, to help with her parents’ fortieth anniversary party only to discover they are planning to separate as soon as the last guest walks out the door. Everything she thought she knew—her very foundation is rocked to the core.

 

When she learns that Alexander, the sexy stranger she’d sat next to on the plane, is really the god of love, Cupid—she asks for his help, but he declines. The god of love, now long divorced from Psyche and living on earth among mortals, no longer believes in love.

 

Raine decides to take matters into her own hands, even if a god tells her she’s wrong.  With her life falling apart around her and the solution seemingly within her reach she dares to try and make everything better. Unfortunately, she’s unprepared for the consequences of stealing Cupid’s bow …

                       

Where you can buy it:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | All Romance eBooks | Decadent

 

About the Author:

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

 

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For more information visit her website and blog or you can follow her on Facebook and Twitter

 

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Stealing Cupid’s Bow:

 

From the corner of her eye, the back of a blond head, paired with broad, strong shoulders, caught her attention.

She knew who it was instantly.

Alexander was walking up ahead of them in the same direction. Her entire being zeroed in on him at once and she felt her pulse spike.

Jane was saying something to her, but all of her attention was tied up with trying to see his face. He’d moved off to the side now, and it looked as though he was watching someone intently. Actually, a couple of someones—a man and a woman. On the surface it looked like he was strolling along casually, but she could not mistake the intensity of his gaze on them. It seemed almost…predatory. Was he following them?

Both her mom and her aunt walked so slowly it was almost an agony for her. She didn’t want to lose sight of him. But there was nothing she could do. If she tried to make them hurry, it would spark questions from all three. And the most likely result of her telling them why would be her mother flagging Alexander down in a loud voice, which would be embarrassing.

Jane continued to chatter away, but Raine still couldn’t focus on her cousin.

Up ahead she saw that the man and woman had stopped next to a fountain. The man was saying something. From the look they shared, it seemed to be one of those special moments. Alexander stopped, too. He was leaning casually against a pillar watching the couple.

The man Alexander watched sank down on one knee while retrieving something from his pants pocket.

Alexander changed his stance at the same time. Out of nowhere a bow appeared in his hands. He quickly notched an arrow from the right side of the quiver on his back. He drew and took aim, gazing along the shaft of the arrow.

From what she could see there was only one target apparent in that direction: the woman.

As he released the arrow, a scream rose from within her, but the sound caught in her throat. The gleaming shaft streaked across the space and sunk deep into the woman’s chest, emitting a shower of golden sparks on impact. A second arrow struck the man as well and another cloud of gold erupted. She stopped walking and, since their arms were linked together, Jane did, too.

“Did you see that?” Raine asked.

Jane glanced at her. “See what?”

She pointed in the direction and her cousin peered up ahead.

“What is it, Raine?”

Her cousin wasn’t reacting at all and neither had either of their mothers. And none of the people that had passed right by the scene of the crime were disturbed. She looked again at the couple, afraid of what she might see…and blinked.

There was no blood. No body lay on the floor. No arrow shaft stuck out from either of them. Quite the opposite. The woman was unharmed and glowing with happiness. She had accepted the ring and the man was now swinging her around in joy.

“Did you mean the couple getting engaged?” Jane asked. “Oh yes, it happens all the time here.”

Raine was stunned. Her eyes found their way back to Alexander.

 
Musical Inspiration and #Love
Music always plays a big part in my writing. I recently fell in love with this song. The ending to the video leaves a bit to be desired, but whatever.

His accent, though? My God. Gets me every damned time.

I suppose it also fits well with my current work in The Russian Guns series. That's likely why it caught my eye in the first place. I love it so hard.

Enjoy.

--Kris


Teaser of The Arrangement - Coming Soon From @Crimson_Romance
 

The Arrangement releases on March 17th. I can't adequately describe how much I love writing this series or creating the characters. There's something about the danger, darkness, and secretiveness of the mafia that gets me every time.  I haven't shared a lot from this series, just a few snippets here and there.

Today, I thought it'd be nice if I shared something a little longer.

Enjoy!


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“Jesus, Vine ...”

“Oh, I’m not your Viviana anymore?”

Surprised at her question, Anton froze. “What?”

“Never mind,” she mumbled.

No, he had heard her fine, so there was no forgetting it.

“That was a decade ago,” Anton said quietly. “Back when I had some sense of privacy to my personal life and the girl I wanted to share it with. Over the last few years, I’ve become accustomed to calling you Vine in the presence of others. Maybe it helped to differentiate between the girl I wanted others to know and the one I knew. I’ve become fond of it, really. That’s what they know you as, and they don’t know the girl I do. They don’t know you, Viviana. Not like I do.”

“Maybe you don’t know Vine.”

“Maybe not. I’d like to, though.”

She seemed to ignore that. “You’re still going to punish him, aren’t you?”

He frowned, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. “You can’t do that again.”

“Do what?”

“That!” He waved at the door and then pointed at her. “Come in here like that without even thinking about what you were doing. Do you know how ridiculous that makes me look to them? I’m nearly twenty-seven, a good fifteen or twenty years younger than most of the men I handle. I can’t have a woman affecting how my men view me. It’s about the respect, Vine, you know that!”

She cringed away. “You were going to—”

“I was going to break his fingers for touching you, and then shatter his jaw for hurting yours. Instead, Ivan gets to take that pleasure now.”

Shoot and break were kind of the same thing, Anton thought wirily.

“Do you expect me to apologize?”

The aggravation he felt showed when he huffed out a breath of air. “No, what I want is for you to tell me that you won’t do it again.” She stared back, still silent. His anger overflowed as he slammed an opened palm down to the table where glasses sat. Viviana jumped, surprise and shock flitting through her wide eyes. “Say it!”

Color drained from her face and she looked as if she were going to be physically sick. Instantly, he regretted raising his voice. Quickly, Anton crossed the room and kneeled down before Viviana, his hands instinctively finding their way up under the jacket still covering her legs. The heat of her thighs had him aching in a whole new way. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing little circles on her bare flesh.

Her eyes swam with unknown emotions; Anton felt his own battle warring.

“Something is wrong with me,” she mumbled.

“The sedative was mixed with an anti-anxiety drug. You were out the night before, yeah? The alcohol would have reacted badly with the tranquilizer. Boris should have considered that.”

“How did you know that I was drinking?”

Anton looked away. “The Cosa Nostra have their eyes, and I have mine, Viviana.”

“You’ve been watching me? Why?”

“I can’t tell you that,” he admitted softly. “There’s a lot of things I can’t tell you, but I had good reason to keep watch.”

“Why can’t you just be honest and tell me?”

Swallowing thickly, he muttered, “You’re not my wife; it wouldn’t be safe for me to do so.”

“You have to let me go, Anton.”

His gaze snapped back to hers at the statement. “This was already arranged years ago. We agreed when we were old enough to want it, too.” A pained look crossed her beautiful face. He grabbed Viviana’s thighs once more and said, “You know what Sonny did to the rest of your family just for organizing our betrothal. You know you’re not safe. You have to know these things, Viviana. Your family will not protect you, but I will.”

“He handed over my inheritance; let me go to Toronto when I wanted. You’re lying.”

“I am not. I may omit things for your safety, but I have no reason to lie to you.”

The sneer she sported stabbed him with a bitter force. “You’re a criminal.”

“So was your father.”

“Yes, but he was mine.”

Anton’s fingers dug into her thighs harshly. She responded to the roughness by biting her lip and tightening her legs. “And you’re mine, Vine.”

“Stop touching me,” she demanded weakly. “I don’t want to marry you. I just want to go home.”

“Where is home?” He scoffed under his breath, face growing dark as his eyes narrowed. “With your uncle who is just days away from putting a cheap mark on your head? Perhaps it’s the villa in Italy that your parents owned and left for you in their will? Or maybe it’s Toronto, with a bull who can’t do his job properly.” With those words, Anton tilted Viviana’s neck up to expose the bright, splotchy hickey. “Look at this, and with your guard. You know better than that!”

“You have no right to tell me what I can or can’t do.” Her hands slapped his away before she bit out, “And who the hell are you to judge me, Anton? How many women do you have climbing into your bed at night? Who I share mine with is not your business to pick apart and chide me about.”

Raking his hands through wet hair, he shook his head. God, he wished he had been given a few more minutes to relax before Viktor and the other men showed up. After cleaning Viviana and getting her settled, he’d jumped in the shower. Those bruises on her body just pissed him off something terrible, and it explained the reason why his other brigadier had tried to avoid showing his face when Boris delivered Viviana. He barely had time to get the dried blood off himself before Viktor arrived.

“Vine, listen to me, please—”

“No, you listen to me. I want to go.”

Anton stood abruptly. “It was agreed. By twenty-five, you were to be married to me. You wanted that. I wanted that. If you back out of this arrangement, the consequences will not be pleasing to you, or your family. The Bratva in New York have wanted to merge with your family for years, and our match would have done it properly. We will not look kindly on this breach—much like how your father handled a traitor, we are the same.”

He was lying. She wouldn’t know it, but he did. It tasted like poison on his tongue. Every word harder to speak than the last. Even so, Anton couldn’t tell her the entire truth. Not yet.

“Don’t threaten me.”

There was a weakness in her voice. Anton tempered his own.

“It’s not a threat, Viviana. Marry me.”
Meet Tom from Candy Hearts by @ElodieParkes
Thank you for inviting me to the blog today with my new release romance Candy Hearts.

Contemporary, erotic romance, and without my usual twist of paranormal, fantasy or magic, I’ve enjoyed writing this love story. It’s a Valentine’s Day oriented story, but can be read anytime. Although it fits into the category of erotic romance, because the bedroom door is open, it’s a classic romance story with a happy ending.


Candy Hearts (February 14 release) a Hot Ink Short


Tom found a new job, but can he find love?

Working in a surf coast hotel seems like the remedy for his previous unhappiness, but as Valentine’s Day approaches, Tom realizes he’s lonely, and looks around for someone to love.



Meet Tom from Candy Hearts

Hi Tom, thanks for coming along today.


Tom: Hello Bethany .


So Tom tell us about the story you star in.

Tom: Candy Hearts is a love story. It’s my story too, of how I changed my life and why. It’s sexy and the reader sees into the love scenes. I love all of it. I love the ending, but then I would. I can’t tell you why because it would be a spoiler.

What about that particular setting, how important is it to the story?

Tom: Oh, there wouldn’t be a story if it wasn’t set on the surf coast, or the hotel, so it’s crucial.

Tell us something about behind the scenes of the story. I’m sure the author won’t mind.

Tom: Well I hope she doesn’t. I know the title changed. Candy Hearts came after the author had written the story under the working title, A Piece of my Heart. She changed it because of the ending I know that. (grins) She changed the name of my ex-girlfriend too from Susie to Amber. I think that’s because there’s a Susie in one of her other stories.

What can you tell us about your love interest in the story? I know you don’t want to tell us her name.

Tom: That’s for a good reason. So about her. She’s sexy, sophisticated, clever. I love her and thank heaven she loves me too. She’s unusual, when she shows up in one of her lovely dresses it makes my heart flip.

Tom choose one of your favorite parts of the story for an excerpt.

Tom: That will be hard since I like all of it. I’ll choose something sexy. (smiles)


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Authors Bio: Elodie lives in Canterbury, United Kingdom. It's famous for the Cathedral, Chaucer, and there is a UNESCO world heritage site, which includes the ancient ruins of St Augustine's Abbey and St Martin's Church. There is also a ruined castle. It's a pretty place too and the coast nearby is great.
She works in an antiques shop and writes. Elodie has two dogs that keep her fit with their need for walks.
Elodie writes romance, contemporary and always erotic with a twist of mystery, paranormal, and suspense now and then. She likes to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale
Visit my blog http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com
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Guest Post: The D in Domination - Room Service by @NikkaMichaels

Thanks to Bethany-Kris for letting me visit today with Room Service.


I’m going to talk a little bit about the D in BDSM that I explore in Seth and Carson’s story: Domination.


Webster’s Dictionary defines domination as “the exercise of control or influence over someone or something, or the state of being so controlled.”


With the broad spectrum of what makes people feel good, sometimes being in control of someone else’s pleasure is sexy. Carson Randall in Room Service is the man that everyone looks up to, respects and lusts after. He’s in control, commands a packed conference and when he speaks to Dr. Seth Coleman he’s in charge.


For Dr. Coleman, an up and coming surgeon, the prospect of giving up some of his well-earned control is beyond erotic. Putting his pleasure in Carson’s hands is freeing in that he doesn’t have to make any decisions or think about anything other than what feels good.


Are you hungry for more? Try ordering a little Room Service…



Room Service


By Nikka Michaels


Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, BDSM


Length: Short Story


Release Date: February 15, 2014


Publisher: Cobblestone Press



What is Cobblestone Press’ Blue Line?


The Blue short story line is erotica. For us, erotica is about the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy.  These stories are sexy, very graphic, and are by no means a “traditional romance”.



BLURB:

When Dr. Seth Coleman catches the gaze of handsome conference speaker, Carson Randall, he’s intrigued.  After the speech, Carson introduces himself and hands him his business card then leaves. Seth discovers the card holds more than Carson Randall’s information; on it Carson has written his room number.

For as long as Seth can remember, he has focused his attention on being a doctor. But now he has the chance to focus on his own needs. Will Seth take the safe route and socialize with his co-workers at the conference or will he accept the handsome speaker’s invitation?




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NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:


Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, and “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.


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