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Cover: Blue Eyes-JAHello and welcome! Behind Blue Eyes is Jordan Abbott’s latest installment in the “Hells Vipers” series. It’s getting lots of 4 and 5 ★ reviews. The warning on Amazon says, “This is an erotic novel about a one percent motorcycle club known as the Hells Vipers. It contains sex, interracial relationships, violence and even kinkier sex.” Woo! Scorching!

Jordan had the grace to answer a question for me.

Patricia: How did you come up with the title?

Jordan: My novel plays like a movie in my head. The intenseness with blue eyes Nuke, it seemed like an obvious choice.

Patricia: I get a movie in my head, too, Jordan. Often, it’s only a matter of transcribing it. I love it when that happens.

Here’s a summary of the plot for Behind Blue Eyes:

When Nuke’s brother shows up at the Hells Vipers Motorcycle Club, he brings trouble with him, in more ways than one. Holden was always the good son, or so Nuke’s family thought, but Nuke knows some things his mother and sister don’t. The love of Nuke’s life, Jasmine, knows something is wrong as soon as Holden comes back into Nuke’s life. As Nuke struggles with the responsibilities that have come with his new position in the Hells Vipers, Holden’s presence threatens to undermine his position and his relationship.

Life’s gotten difficult for other members of the club, too. Hells Vipers full patch member Kevin has given up his position in the club in the aftermath of a betrayal that has left him bitter, and Pipe looks for love as he copes with a dangerous crush.

Meanwhile, just what is Holden up to? And can Nuke and Jasmine survive what’s in store when Nuke’s blood relative comes into their lives as they’re trying to form a family of their own?

And here’s a rockin’ excerpt:

Detective Lauer bent down even farther. He leaned forward until he was inches away from Nuke’s face. It was a brave move for a little man. Handcuffed or not, he could still kick his ass. “I read your rap sheet, Jason Stuart. I don’t like you.”

“Don’t feel bad. A lot of people don’t like me,” Nuke said as he cracked a smile and winked at him.

“I’m personally going to make sure that you get thrown so far into the hole, you won’t remember what daylight is!”

“You do know that solitary confinement isn’t truly a hole? That’s just an expression. Back in the day you could throw a prisoner in a hole but us criminals got rights now,” Nuke said and grinned again.

“Fuck you, Stuart.”

“You should keep your sexual fantasies about me to yourself,” Nuke shot back.

Detective Lauer stood back up and motioned to one of the patrolmen. “Take this piece of shit downtown, and don’t worry, biker boy. I’m going to make sure the ATF, DEA and any other three-letter government agency is aware that we got us a Hells Vipers on a first-degree murder charge and attempted sexual assault.”

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captured-examined-kdThe title is scary. It brings all kinds of ewey-gooey things to mind, but is titillating as well. I mean, we’re not talking about standardized multiple choice examinations here. Picking up this book is going to trigger all kinds of delicious fears and libido-charging ideas. Go ahead and give it a try. Kallista is not going to let you down.

She answered a probing question for me today.

Patricia: If you were a genie, what wish would you absolutely not grant?

Kalista: Seeing the future. That would take away the excitement – and sometimes the pain – of choosing to live our lives any way we want. If someone showed us what is in our future, we’d lose the opportunity to learn from our mistakes and grow.

Here’s a brief summary of Captured and Examined. Be sure to read the caveat at the end.

When her father tries to force her to marry fat, old, drunken Owen Leary to preserve the family lands, Tess O’Rourke runs away from home. She gets lost on the heath in the midst of a ferocious storm and loses consciousness, only to awaken in a cave, naked and shivering, staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger. To her dismay, the man questions her in an unfamiliar language and then spanks her bare bottom when she tries to run away.

After computers all over Europe are hit with a crippling attack, Quinn, an ex-Navy SEAL now working for NATO’s cyber-terrorism squad, is dispatched to the Irish coastline in search of the problem’s source. It is there that he discovers a naked Irish lass hiding in a cave near an ancient stone outcropping.  After she attacks him and attempts to flee, he brings the defiant girl back to his headquarters with a well-spanked bottom. Once there, his medical team conducts a thorough examination, leaving his captive deeply humiliated and even more determined to escape.  Quinn has no intention of letting her go until he gets the truth, but Tess speaks only Gaelic and seems to know nothing of modern day life, and hard as it is for him to believe, over time Quinn becomes convinced that she has somehow been transported from the past.

With each passing day his feelings for the feisty redhead grow stronger, and when he discovers that his superiors plan to lock her up indefinitely and study her like a lab rat, Quinn risks everything to rescue her. But can he keep her safe long enough to unravel the mystery that brought her into his life?

Publisher’s Note: Captured and Examined is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spanking, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And here’s a stirring excerpt.

She kicked him then, right in his bad knee, with Remy’s hard boot.  Quinn crumpled, sagging down onto the hard slab of stone behind him.  He swore and pulled her face-down across his lap.

“If you were a man, I’d knock you cold for that, wait till you woke up, then knock you cold again.”  As he spoke, he was yanking the jeans down, exposing her bare bottom.  “I can’t beat you up, but I certainly can blister your ass.”  His hand cracked down on her left buttock, then on her right.  Tess shrieked and fought like a wildcat.  But he simply shifted his position, trapping her legs between his.

“You’re going to tell me the truth this time,” he growled.  “Or I swear I’ll whack you till you can’t sit down for a week.”

Tess began beating on his thighs with both fists.  Quinn grunted and captured both her wrists in one hand, pulling them behind her back.  Then he smacked her again, the sharp slap of his open palm against her bare flesh echoing through the countryside.  She let out a howl.

Quinn spanked her harder, settling into a pitiless rhythm that had her ass glowing a brighter red than her hair in no time.  First one cheek, then the other, all the while punctuating his punishment with a nonstop stream of orders.

“You’re going to stay right here, bent over my lap with your ass bared, and we’re

going to do another interrogation, this time my way.  I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to answer me.  No games, no bullshit.  If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll get spanked some more.  I’m not going to stop until you convince me that you’ve told me everything you know about what happened the other night.”

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Kallista’s Bio

Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.

As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. As a woman, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is putting my naughtiest secret fantasies in print.

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I’m lucky to have USA Today Bestselling Author, Lisa Carlisle, with me today. She’s just released her new paranormal erotic romance book, Rock My Senses. Follow along for more information.

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Rock My Senses

Computer geek by day, by night Mike Harvey becomes outlandish guitarist Chee Keydood for rock band Velvet Cocks. Spotting two women kissing in a club, he thinks he’s in luck.

Allana Miles isn’t sure what came over her, but she sure as hell recognizes Chee and can’t believe he doesn’t remember her from their one-night stand. But she has no time to think about him—she’s too busy opening her own yoga studio to get involved in a relationship.

When they meet again at a New Year’s party, their attraction reignites, too hot to ignore. But they’ve got issues to overcome. Allana catches glimpses of the man behind the façade, but doesn’t think they can fit into each other’s lives even though the sex is great. Mike has always known he’s a bit different, but is shocked to discover his real nature. Will he be able to protect Allana from danger and convince her to take a chance on him?

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave.

Here’s an exciting excerpt:

Peering behind an amp where the sound came from, I saw something that made me forget why I was back here. Two women were in a heated kiss. A tall auburn-haired one wearing a black vinyl dress with corset fastenings along her back had a petite blonde pressed against a wall. I slipped back against the wall to blend in with the shadows, mesmerized. Was there anything hotter than two women making out?

The taller one took the smaller woman’s wrists and pressed them higher against the wall. She moved her mouth down to kiss the blonde’s neck and slid her hand under her skirt.

Holy shit! She was touching her right in front of me. Forget the burlesque dancers, this was a much better private show.

Now I could see more of the blonde’s face, her eyes closed, mouth half-open, and an expression that spelled pure ecstasy. The tiny mewling sounds escaping her shot me to rock-hard status. I had to adjust my pants. Watching them was wrong, I knew it. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I’d had a crowbar.

The blonde cried out, setting my senses on alert. Compelled to make sure she was all right, I peered closer. Her pained expression changed to a rapturous one, clearly enjoying whatever was happening. Maybe they liked it rough, with a little pain. Nothing wrong with that.

I didn’t hear anyone approach, but a massive, long-blond-haired guy in black swooped in front of the women. “Nike, stop,” he commanded.

The auburn-haired woman turned his way and hissed. It sounded more feline than female. “Leave us, Danton.” She bent down over the woman’s neck again.

“You can’t do this.” He pulled her away as if she were as light as a mic stand. “Where’s Michel?”

This woman had drops of blood smeared on her chin and on sharp white teeth, which I swear looked like fangs. Holy shit, fangs. I knew this club was full of freaks, but vampire play? Jeez.

“He’s not here,” she hissed.

“Let’s call him to come get you.” He clamped onto her wrist and she pouted, but didn’t fight him.

The guy scanned the area backstage and pointed at me. “You. Take her out of here.” He nodded to the blonde. Her eyes still appeared unfocused, dazed by lust.

“What?” I replied, stepping out from behind the amp. “I don’t even know her.”

“Get her out of here. It’s for her safety,” he said. With his free hand, he took the blonde by the wrist and nudged her in my direction.

The blonde’s eyes floated around, but then widened when she focused on my face. “You?” she said, astonished.

After a quick glance at her, the Viking dude said, “You will not remember any of what happened back here tonight.” His eyes fixated on mine, not blinking.

“What the hell, dude?”

He looked away and inhaled, closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath. Staring at me again, he said, “You will forget what happened back here tonight.”

“Whoa, are you trying to pull some kind of Jedi mind trick on me?” I raised my hands. “Not cool, man.”

The Viking guy continued to stare, but then tilted his head, appraising me. The woman began to squirm out of his grasp, flashing her bloody fangs our way as she reached for the blonde next to me.

“Get her out of here,” he repeated. “Now!”

The urgency in his voice and the prospect of being bitten by a madwoman who took a fascination with vampires to an extreme spurred me into action. Forgetting about the band with their luscious half-naked dancers, I grabbed the blonde’s hand. She was somewhat woozy and toddled on her spiky heels so I threw her over my shoulder to get us out of the club faster. Her scent washed over me, clean with undertones of coconut. It tugged at the back of my brain with familiarity.

Her wits must have begun to return as she pounded my lower back. “Put me down.”

“Easy, princess,” I said. “I’m trying to help you.”

“I don’t need your help! Put me down.”

Once we were outside in the brisk New England air, I set her on her feet. The salty tang of the ocean tickled my nostrils even though it was hundreds of yards away. A light dusting of snow had fallen and a few snowflakes fluttered through the air, but it wasn’t dense enough to stick and would probably be gone by morning.

“What the hell was that about in there? You’ve got blood dripping down your neck.”

She dabbed at her neck and stared at her fingers, now stained dark red. “What the—” A snowflake went straight for her finger and we both watched mesmerized as stark white met velvet red and was swallowed by it.

A few snowflakes fell onto her cheeks and her tiny nose and I felt an urge to brush them away, but they melted once they met the warmth of her flushed skin. She had delicate features and pretty blue eyes. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place how I knew her. Her blonde hair lay tousled on her shoulders, set off by the black of a dress that clung to her tight little body. My cock had settled down after the freaky incident inside, but twitched back to life again.

“Are you two into some weird-ass drugs and vampire role-play or something?” I asked.

My question distracted her from her blood-covered fingers. She still appeared dazed, but wobbled less. The fresh air and sight of blood must have jolted her back to reality. She reached into her purse and pulled out tissues to blot the blood.

“I’m not judging,” I clarified, in case I embarrassed her. “We all have our things.” When she didn’t answer me, I asked, “Where do you live?”

She focused on me with a dead-eyed stare. “Figures you don’t remember.”

Ellora’s Cave

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About Lisa Carlisle:

Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines.  Her travels have provided her with inspiration for various settings in her novels, including deployments while she served in the Marines. She lived in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. She also backpacked alone through Europe, and lived in Paris, France, as an au pair before returning to the U.S. and buying a book store. She now lives and works in New England with her husband, two children, a cat, and many fish.

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