Friday, September 26, 2014

Book Spotlight: Her Men by Ashley Ladd

Title: Her Men
Publisher: Totally Bound
Genre: Contemporary Erotic male-female-male romance
Book Length: 22,000 words

Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.

Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.

It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.

Oh God. She couldn’t make up her mind, just as she’d feared. They were both fulfilling her dreams and almost her fantasies. Why couldn’t she be like Connie and love just one man?

“I’m single. And confused,” she admitted unhappily, hoping and praying her answer wouldn’t drive either man away before her heart could decide who it wanted. She held her breath, waiting for James to drop her on her ass and leave in disgust.

But he stayed. His eyes darkened. His fingers bit into her arms, but he didn’t walk away. Instead, he kissed her again, rubbing his groin against her. When he finally released her, he promised, “Game on.”

Tim stomped over and shoved James away. “What the hell was that?”

James pushed him back. “What in the hell does it look like?”

“Keep your hands off her.”

“I don’t see a ring on her finger, and she started it.”

Tim wrinkled his brow, captured her hand and yanked her to him. “She’s had too much to drink.”

Again she help up one finger and repeated, “I just had one.” She thought it best not to mention the 

With sad eyes, Tim asked, “Who do you want? Me or him?”

Fighting back sudden, scalding tears, she freed herself, stepped back and regarded both men. “I don’t know.”

Tim’s expression grew incredulous as if she’d struck him. He echoed, “You don’t know? Since when do you like him?”

“Maybe since you dumped her,” James said with a sneer. He puffed up and faced off with Tim. “If you don’t like it, back out. I’m going to fight for her—like I should have before.”

Tim’s eyes grew large as saucers. “I had no idea. You were with Theresa…”

“Theresa dropped me like a hot cake. And you disappeared.”

“And I heard she was going out with Gus, not you.” Tim looked around as though to make sure Gus wasn’t about to pop out of nowhere.

She heaved a sigh. “Gus was my friend. He fell for me, not vice versa. I feel bad if I led him on. It wasn’t intentional.”

“Like me? You never realized I liked you as more than a friend,” Phil interjected as he danced nearby with Anita.

She blanched and wanted to evaporate.

James winked. “It seems you were quite the siren, leaving all of us shipwrecked in your wake.”

Stunned, she clasped her hand to her throat. “I swear, I had no clue. I’m so sorry.”

“Yet you’re still leaving us in your wake, honey.” Tim glared at all of them and fisted his hands on his hips.

Honey? She didn’t like the sound of that.



Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Fall Into Romance Blog Hop ~ Pumpkin-Flavored Everything!

There are so many things to love about Autumn.
Finding romance beneath a canopy of changing leaves...

A couple in love sharing a piece of pumpkin pie, or cake, or donut, or muffin while drinking some pumpkin-flavored coffee, maybe a pumpkin-flavored latte...


Or holding each other close as that spooky holiday looms closer with each night...

There is romance in the air at this time of year. It's a time for lovers to spend quality time together as the cooler days approach. To hold hands as they walk among the falling autumn leaves. To curl up together while they sip hot apple cider (maybe they're tired of pumpkin). And to get ready for my favorite holiday! Halloween! With Jack-O-Laterns! :)

So, in honor of the cooler weather that's either here for some of us or on it's way and pumpkins (I should've wrote a Cinderella story!) I'm giving away a copy of my paranormal romance, The Witch and the Wolf, along with a $5.00 Amazon Gift Certificate to one lucky winner! Curl up with your ereader and enjoy! 

Lord Jeremy North's curse is to become a werewolf during every full moon, turning into a bloodthirsty monster that kills with no remorse. When he finds a woman nearly frozen upon his doorstep, his sense of honor compels him to help her, even at the risk he might kill her himself.

Lillian Merriweather hadn't planned to get caught in a blizzard while traveling the English countryside. Nor had she planned on finding refuge in a house full of secrets. But Lillian has secrets of her own. And what she's running from is not far behind...

There were several moments Jeremy North suspected he suffered hallucinations. Most of those times had been when he had first begun to change into the beast during the full moon. And now, as he answered the knocking he had at first imagined to be the pounding in his skull, he wondered if the brandy he had been drinking this evening was perhaps tainted. He could not quite believe his eyes.

A woman stood on his doorstep, covered in a layer of snow, her bright blue eyes silently pleading to him just before her eyelids fluttered closed, and she crumpled at his feet. He managed to set the candle down safely on a table in time to catch her before she cracked her head on the stone beneath her. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, brought her into the house, slamming the door closed with his foot. He hurried into the library with his unexpected guest. North had returned earlier seeking the warm oblivion of yet another glass of brandy. He grimaced at the memory of countless other sleep-deprived nights spent in much the same way. Sans an unconscious woman, however.

He placed the bundled woman onto the sofa, ignoring the fact that the snow was bound to create a water stain on the fabric once it melted. He leaned over her, pushing the curly brown strands of wet hair off her face and checked to see if she still breathed. Satisfied when he felt her breath on his hand, he went back to the corridor.

“Amery!” He roared.

Turning back to the woman on his sofa, he again felt the necessity to blink his eyes, wondering if they played a trick with his senses. He lit more candles to brighten the room and added more wood to the fire. Then he walked back to the woman and knelt at her side. He found her hand dangling over the edge of the sofa and took it gently in his, the digits frozen stiff. He inhaled a gasp. He cupped both of his hands instinctively around hers, hoping to lend her his warmth.

He heard the shuffle from the hallway and Amery’s muttering, then a noisy yawn.

“Bloody hell! What is this?” Amery bellowed from the doorway.

North ignored the query. “We need blankets,” he said, instead. “She’s frozen through.”

Amery nodded and left.

A muffled groan from behind drew his attention, and he turned to see the woman’s eyelids flutter open. He inhaled sharply as her bright blue gaze fell upon him.

She studied him for a moment.

And then, she smiled.


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Fall into Romance Blog Hop!