Night’s Awakening (Dark Kings #3) by Donna Grant

Night’s Awakening (Dark Kings #3) by Donna Grant

ISBN-13: 978-1466807457
Ebook Only

Dark Kings #3

September 25, 2012″

Dawn’s Desire
For centuries, the immortals knows as the Dragon Kings have hidden their shapeshifting powers from the world. But when a mortal enemy threatens to expose them, the warrior Banan must leave his secret lair in the Highlands, risk his life for the dragons within – and resist the temptations of human love…

Jane Holden has never considered herself beautiful. But when the impossibly handsome Banan casts his gaze upon her, smoldering with sensuality, she feels like the sexiest woman on earth. Banan, however, is a man on a mission. He refuses to succumb to this modern woman’s charms – or his own desires. Two of his warrior brethren have already surrendered to forbidden love. But as the danger closes in, Banan realizes that he needs to possess Jane – mind, body, and soul. For she is more than his match.

She is his destiny…

Jane walked down the hall to Elena’s office and found her standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly at her desk.

“Are you all right?” Jane asked softly so as not to startle her.

Elena whirled around in surprise. A sad smile pulled at her lips when she saw it was Jane. “I’m fine. I was just remembering the last time I was here Sloan was telling me we were going caving.”

“I know this must be difficult. I wish you had more time to adjust –”

Elena laughed and set down her purse. “Let me guess. Richard wants to see me?”

“I think it has to do with the necklace the earl wants made for his daughter’s eighteenth birthday.”

Elena ran her fingers through her wealth of blond hair before gathering the locks into one hand and securing it into a ponytail. “Well, we mustn’t keep Richard waiting.”

Jane followed Elena as they made their way to Richard’s office. Jane resumed her position behind her desk and began to sort through the pile of papers and manila folders.

She lost track of time, but when she finished sorting the papers she looked up to find Elena standing beside her desk.

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Jane asked.

Elena frowned. “What? Oh, no. I’m just thinking. Jane, did anyone work in my office while I was gone?”

“I know Mr. Arnold went in there a couple of times looking for things while he handled some of your clients. Is something missing?”

“No,” Elena said, a small frown marring her forehead. “No, I don’t believe there is. How long have you worked here?”

“Since last summer. It’s been right at a year.” Jane was beginning to suspect there was more to Elena’s questions than met the eye. She glanced at Richard’s closed door and lowered her voice before she asked, “Should I be looking for another job? I know Mr. Arnold isn’t exactly thrilled with my work.”

Elena smiled and leaned down next to Jane. “He’s British,” she replied in a whisper. “He thinks he’s perfect.”

Jane couldn’t help but return her smile. Elena always put everyone at ease, which was why she’d climbed the latter of success at PureGems so quickly. Her clients loved her. Coworkers loved her.

Everyone loved her.

Banan has never had a problem using humans to help further hide the Dragon Kings. Not once has he ever thought twice about lying regarding who he was to get what he wants. After all, he’d been one of the Kings who had fought to save mankind.

But all that changes the moment he sees Jane Holden. It’s his duty to get close to her and discover any secrets she might have regarding the Kings, but when her life is threatened, Banan doesn’t hesitate to save her. Or show her who he really is.

Dragon Color: Dark Blue
Power: Hallucinations
Favored Region: Mountains

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Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. She’s the author of more than twenty novels spanning multiple genres of romance—Scottish Medieval, dark fantasy, time travel, paranormal, and erotic. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Sword, features a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and three cats in Texas.

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The Dark Kings series is a spin off the Dark Warriors series and Dark Sword series.

Read all three of The Dark Kings Books ~~

Dark Craving
Dark Kings #1
July 31, 2012

Night’s Awakening
Dark Kings #2
August 28, 2012

Dawn’s Desire
Dark Kings #3
September 25, 2012

Naughty or Nice Giveaway Blog Hop

nautghy or nice

The Naughty or Nice Giveaway Hop was organized by Nat @ Reading Romances!

I’m being nice today. I have chosen the debut novel from Anna Randol, “A Secret in Her Kiss”. As most people know, Harlie is my big sister and she is way naughty. I’m the “nice” sister and I love historicals. When Harlie gave me this book to read, I fell in love with Mari and Bennett. It has romance, suspense, and enough intrigue to keep your interested.

So tell me, do you like your books nice or naughty? Harlie doesn’t know that I read naughty, too. 🙂

What you can win here: A paperback copy of A Secret in Her Kiss

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What’s In a Name?

What’s In a Name?

What’s is a name? I’ve always said that this blog, Love, Laughter, Friendship was Harlie’s little sister. Well, I think that she needs a name, don’t you? So I’m opening up the blog for suggestions. She needs a name. The actual blog name won’t change so no worries. I just feel like I need to call her something else besides “Harlie’s Little Sister”. Just remember, she a softer version of Harlie…

Oh and you’re welcome on Kyle Chandler aka Coach Taylor from Friday Night Lights…I miss that show terribly but no fear, its homecoming weekend in Lindale. Going to the game tonight. Woo Hoo! They are playing the Van Vandals. No lie…its their mascot. 🙂

Have a great weekend everyone and I hope someone can come up with a great name.

My Sister’s Boyfriend by Sylvia McDaniel – Blog Barrage/Giveaway

My Sister’s Boyfriend by Sylvia McDaniel – Blog Barrage/Giveaway

Title: My Sister’s Boyfriend
Series: The Trouble with Twins
Author: Sylvia McDaniel
Publisher: Virtual Bookseller
Length: 167 pages/70,000 words
Genres: Contemporary Romance (Comedy)
Heat Level: Sensual

The trouble with identical twins…

He’s back. The one guy she never wanted to see again. Her high school indiscretion, Brent Moulton, has returned to Tyler, Texas. Only Jennifer Riley knows the truth about that night so long ago when she switched places with her twin sister, Julie, and gave her virginity along with her heart, to her sister’s boyfriend in the backseat of his father’s Mustang.

…they look alike.

Fifteen years later, life has thrown them back together. Will Brent realize he slept with the wrong twin? Will he overcome his commitment issues and realize that Jennifer just might be the right twin for him.

“Never again,” Jennifer Riley vowed as she stepped into the black-paneled wooden coffin outside the entrance to the Hilton Hotel in downtown Tyler, Texas. Traffic whizzed by on Main Street, some cars slowing at the sight of a woman climbing into a coffin.

Jennifer tugged at her filmy black chiffon dress, trying to cover as much of her exposed cleavage as possible. “No matter how busy Julia gets or how much she pleads, I refuse to do this again. I didn’t come back to Tyler to dress up as an over-the-hill sex queen.”

Paul, her sister’s employee, stood quietly by, holding the lid open. “Ready?”

Jennifer took a deep breath, dreading the darkness that would engulf her. “Yes, make it quick. I hate lying inside this creepy box.”

Jennifer watched the coffin lid come down, shutting out the noise and headlights from the traffic.

“You all right?” Paul asked.

“Hurry!” Her breath sounded harsh in the darkness. She felt the pallbearers lift the coffin onto the cart and roll it along the sidewalk into the hotel.

After tonight, Julia, her twin sister, would have to find someone else to jump out of coffins and sing seductively when she needed help with her business. No ifs, ands, or buts!

As the new Development Director at County General Hospital, Jennifer would be way too busy to fill in at her sister’s fledgling singing telegram company. Not to mention that popping out of coffins could be damaging to her career.

The cart jostled along the hallway of the hotel until she heard wolf whistles and loud, boisterous, voices cheering, and she knew they’d arrived at the party.

Paul rapped on the coffin lid. “Are you ready?”

Jennifer cleared her throat and searched for the button that would pop open the door. Whatever happened to women jumping out of cakes? What nut case thought coffins were funny?

The coffin lifted. She gripped the sides, trying to find her balance as the pallbearers slid the casket off the cart until the box stood upright. She landed with a jarring thunk on the floor. Why couldn’t you get good pallbearers these days?

Paul tapped on the side of the coffin to let her know it was show time.

“In honor of your birthday, your friends and family have given you a gift from the other side. The other side of the hill, that is,” Paul announced as the noise from the crowd swelled.

Music started to play, and Jennifer hit the button on the inside of the wooden box. The lid sprang open and she slinked out, her chiffon dress clinging like a second skin that left little to the imagination.

“Happy Birthday,” she sang in her alto voice, her eyes blinded by the lights. She blinked rapidly, hoping her eyesight would adjust to the brightness of the room. When her vision finally cleared, she found herself staring into the face of the one man she’d hoped never to see again.

There before her, wearing a stunned expression on his face and a Marvin the Martian child’s birthday hat on his head, sat Brent Moulton.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” said the captain of her old high school football team, the person voted most handsome and most likely to succeed.

Jennifer’s voice cracked as she gazed into the emerald eyes of the boy who’d once been the object of her teenage dreams. A lock of dark hair lay across his high forehead. His full lips smiled as she stumbled over the words to the song she’d sung countless times.

I should never have agreed to do this tonight!

Dancing for a man who, almost fifteen years ago, hadn’t known the difference between her and Julia was anything but special, but the show had to go on.

She slinked around him, her heart beating in her throat as she ran her hands along the hard, contoured muscles of his shoulders. Brent must have existed on nothing but Wheaties, because his physique resembled a professional football player’s rather than that of a high school kid.

Of course, he would never remember her. She had portrayed Julia that night so long ago when they’d pulled a switch on him. Nevertheless, deep down inside, the foolish young girl Jennifer had been back then had convinced herself that he’d known which twin he was with. Yes, they looked alike, but when someone really knew the two of them, their differences were obvious.

With a coo that she hoped resembled Christina Aguilera’s crooning, she ran her fingers down his cheek as she began the last chorus of the song, the place in the act where she was supposed to lean forward and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. She gazed at his lips, full and inviting, and remembered the feel of them against her own that moonlit night when he believed he was kissing Julia’s lips.

She chickened out.

As the song ended, Brent reached up and unexpectedly pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her in his muscular arms. A full-blown explosion of magnetism rushed at Jennifer like a Eurail locomotive as she gazed into his laughing emerald eyes, catching her completely off guard.

Fifteen years had passed since that night, and still he’d tag teamed her libido and brought back all those annoying yearnings she thought she’d buried long ago.

Sprawled across Brent’s lap, her bottom rested against his legs, and her head lay against his muscular arm. The memory of his kiss had her heart beating a sharp rhythm against her chest. Hopefully he’d forgotten his date with Julia the night before they left for college.

He ran his hand down her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps beneath the black chiffon sleeve of her dress. “Hi,” he said as his gaze swept down the length of her, his voice deeper, sexier than she remembered.

“Hi,” she managed as a shiver ran down her spine and her lungs tightened beneath the unyielding black dress.

“It’s been a long time.” The corner of his lips turned up in a cocky grin. “Shouldn’t I get some kind of official birthday kiss?”

Determined to control the situation, she placed her hands on his jaw and brought his face close to her lips. She placed a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday!”


Sylvia McDaniel and her very supportive husband Don, the love of her life, live in Texas with son Shane, Putz the klutzy dachshund and Ashley our shy dachshund. During the day, she works for a small insurance agency from home, helping clients with their commercial insurance coverage.

The weekends are spent working out in the garden until the temperature climbs above ninety degrees. Recently, with the help of her husband, she learned to make homemade blueberry and blackberry jam. Cooking is not her favorite past-time and she prefers Don’s cooking any day of the week.

Currently, she’s written fourteen novels. In the last year, she’s been a finalist in six writing contests and was a 1996 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist. Sylvia is very involved with the Dallas Area Romance Authors.

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No Flowers Required by Cari Quinn – R-rated Excerpt/Giveaway

Title: No Flowers Required (Love Required, #2)
Author: Cari Quinn
Genre: Category – Contemporary
Length: 281 pages
ISBN: 978-1-62266-967-7
Release Date: August 2012
Imprint: Brazen

Love Required – Book Two – by Cari Quinn
He’ll give her everything she desires…except his identity.

Flower shop owner Alexa Conroy had it all before the recession hit and her customers fled to cheaper shopping grounds. Desperate to make ends meet, she sells her dream home and moves into the rundown apartments above her shop. When she spots six feet of sexy distraction—complete with muscles, piercings, and tattoos—ripping up flooring, Alexa knows the karmic windfall she’s due just landed on her doorstep.

And the attraction’s definitely not one-sided.

Dillon James, reluctant heir to the corporation about to foreclose on Alexa’s shop, is not about to jeopardize their scorching chemistry by admitting he’s not the building’s handyman. But with only weeks until her business goes under and his identity is revealed, Dillon must find a way to convince Alexa cooperation isn’t a dirty word, help her save the shop from his brother’s greed, and persuade her that he’s not the enemy…or risk losing the only woman who’s seen the real him.

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Alexa moved whip-fast, slamming her hands on Dillon’s chest and him against the door before his brain caught up. The watering can clattered onto the ground. She spared it a brief, puzzled glance, then fisted her hands in his T-shirt and arched up, her mouth coming closer—

Fuck it.

He fused his mouth to hers, and dammit, it was even better than he’d expected. She didn’t yield to him but struggled a bit, as if she was shocked he’d taken over. That made it even hotter. He slanted his lips over hers when her startled squeak granted him access to the warm sweetness inside. Perfect. He took full advantage of her surprise to explore her with long, slow licks of his tongue.

Maybe his head couldn’t compute what was happening, but his body sure could. He cupped her ass and rocked his hips against hers, all too aware of his violent reaction to her nearness. His dick still hadn’t recovered from their bump-and-grind in her bathroom and apparently had no trouble asserting its readiness to play. Recovered now, she didn’t shy away, and instead rubbed against him, her curves sliding against him in a way that had him groaning and pulling back so hard he thunked his head on the closed door.

He couldn’t do this. Oh, God, he had to. She was going wild against him, and he didn’t have any defenses against his hunger for her. Not when he wanted nothing more than this. Just this.

“What are we doing?” he managed as she dragged her lips down his Adam’s apple. Stars danced in his vision and hell if he knew if they were from the head jolt or from their kiss.

She didn’t answer him, just skated her hands down his torso and under his shirt. And what hands they were. She seemed to be touching him everywhere. He clung to her ass as if she was his only port in the storm, and sure enough, a bolt of lightning sizzled overhead followed by a crack of thunder. But Alexa never paused. He’d become her canvas and her fingers were her paintbrush. She sketched every ridge of muscle, every line of bone. And then the column of his cock, wedged tight into his jeans. She touched him with confidence and skill, the kind that would soon have him driving his hands into her hair and pushing her to her knees if she didn’t stop.

But a woman like her wasn’t meant for a quick fuck against a door, even if that was what she acted like she wanted. Even if he longed for her so much that he didn’t care about anything but stealing this moment and making it theirs. He must be misreading her signals, though he was pretty adept at picking up sexual cues. Or else he’d sent some crazy ones of his own.

“Alexa.” Though it took all his faculties just to get out that one word, she ignored him. Completely.
She cupped him and nipped his jaw, her teeth offering a sharp counterpoint to her palm’s soft touch. His shaft lurched in her hold and she let out a delighted purr.

“Lex,” he tried again, her name ending in a moan.

“You don’t know who I am.” He expected her to stiffen, to look up at him with those huge bluebell eyes he’d gone a little nuts for the first time he’d looked at
her. She didn’t.

“Alexa, listen to me.” He wrapped her braid around his hand and tugged up her head, something sharp dislodging inside him the instant their gazes clashed. In the waning light, he could just make out the lust on her finely boned face. It transformed her somehow, changed her from someone he should protect—from him—into a woman he needed at all costs. “You don’t understand.”

She didn’t. Hell, at the moment, he didn’t either. Because he didn’t feel like he was lying or hiding anything. He wanted to strip away the barriers between them, and this was the best way he knew how. Words were unnecessary, the language of miscommunication. Kisses and long looks and sultry touches—that was the truth, and she was the only one he could share it with.

Right now who he really was didn’t matter. She knew the important stuff. He was a guy. She was a woman. Certain areas were meant to fit together.Who even cared who his family was? Maybe she really didn’t even hate the hardware store. Maybe she had a secret girl-crush on it and went in there every day to fondle all the trusty hammers and saws…

Yep, he needed help. The kind he’d find alone by himself, far, far from distractions with anklets and eyes as big as moons.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered, gripping the back of his neck. She was tall for a woman, and even in flats she could reach all the important parts with only a modicum of stretching. “I don’t want to know who you are. I don’t care. All I want is for you to make me come.”

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