Super steamy, D/s, and plenty dark! Enjoy an excerpt from Twisted Proposal by Victoria Saccenti and then be sure to follow the tour for even more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
Super steamy, D/s, and plenty dark! Enjoy an excerpt from Twisted Proposal by Victoria Saccenti and then be sure to follow the tour for even more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
Get lost in this erotic romantic suspense, Obedience by Liza Snow! I have an excerpt for you to enjoy before you follow the rest of the tour for even more. And be sure to enter the great giveaway at the end!
It's the second installment of the Summon a Bad Boy series by Megan Slayer! Check out an excerpt from Jack and then follow the tour for more! Be sure to also chat with Megan in the comments! Best of luck in the giveaway.
It's another hot one from Megan Slayer! Check out an excerpt featuring the bad boy Jimmy and then download your own copy. Be sure to check out the rest of the tour and answer Megan's questions in the comments sections! Best of luck in the giveaway!
It's time for another installment of Megan Slayer's Love Me Do series! Today you get to read an excerpt from Complicating Roy before you download your own copy. (And can I tell you how much I adore this cover!?!?) Please follow the rest of the tour for even more and to answer Megan's questions along the way. You'll also get to enter a great giveaway!

Megan Slayer is back at Books to Light Your Fire with another sizzling LGBTQ erotic romance! Enjoy this excerpt and download your own copy. Be sure to leave a comment and answer her questions as your follow the tour. Best of luck in the giveaway!
The queen of steam is back! Here's the latest from Megan Slayer, including an excerpt from Small Town Prince Charming. Be sure to let her know what you think in the comments and then follow the tour to have a chat! Best of luck entering the giveaway!
Title: The
Fighter
Author: India
Kells
Genre: Erotic
Romance
Publication
Date: April 11th, 2021
Hosted by: Lady
Amber's PR
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Blurb:
She needs a knight in shining armor
Juliet Auclair was used to being on her own. Abandoned by her parents,
she teamed up with her best friend Ten to survive. They soon find themselves in
trouble after Ten decides to try cage fighting and injures his opponent, who
now wants payback.
Unfortunately, his is more than a
little tarnished
Jonathan Gage had given up on finding love and happiness when an enticing
woman and her best friend stumble across his path. Stepping in as a savior was
something Gage never saw himself doing but he feels responsible for the plight
Juliet and Ten now find themselves in. Gage invites them into his home, along
with an offer to explore the explosive chemistry between them all.
Now to save her, he needs to dig deep
and become the hero he never thought he’d be.
As passion flares between the three, Gage decides to make the ultimate
sacrifice to save Juliet, and Juliet finds herself having to choose between her
best friend and the man who has stolen her heart.
Will they risk it all in the
underground world of illegal cage fighting where only the strongest survive?
Today I'm bringing you an excerpt from The Corpse Princess by Jayce Carter, a reverse harem erotic mafia romance. Enjoy it before you download your copy and check out the rest of the tour for even more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
“That’s the thing, Nem, it hurt. It still hurts. That’s why I don’t like you, that’s why I act the way I do. I killed her even though I’m pretty sure my dumb ass still loved her, and I’d do it again if I had to. I’m pissed at you because I see it coming this time, someone who’s lying, who’s scheming, and even knowing that, I still want you. Doesn’t matter, though, because I’ll end you if I have to, just like I did her, knowing damn well it’s a wound that won’t ever heal. So, yeah, I hate you, because looking at you is like looking at an injury I just know is coming. It’s like seeing the bullet I’m going to put in you, knowing how much it’s going to hurt, but not being able to stop it. You, Nem, are nothing but heartbreak coming.”
I wanted to argue, but hell…he was right. Either he had something to do with what happened to me, in which case I’d kill him, or he didn’t, and he’d know by the end who I was and lose me all over again.
Maybe that was the truth, though—life was nothing but heartbreak coming.
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“Lew will tell you something that seems impossible, but it’s not.”
He doubted he’d question Lew, the lawyer. But the whole situation seemed strange. “Okay.”
“You’ll think it’s far out, but I guarantee it’s real,” Chris said. “Trust us.”
Gage shrugged. “Sure.” He’d believe almost anything right now if it meant getting Rascal back. Since that wasn’t going to happen, tough shit.
Steve turned back around and started the car.
Maybe he was just too dazed, but Gage doubted Chris and Steve knew what they were talking about. They’d never really understand because they hadn’t actually lost each other. Hadn’t been ripped from the scene because family didn’t believe he was gay or seen their partner waste away.
He paid little attention as Steve drove to the apartment. Right now, he wanted to go back to the hospital and be with Rascal. His lover wasn’t in that shell any longer, but that didn’t quell the ache in Gage’s being.
Steve parked on the street. Chris left the vehicle first and Gage followed. Gage wandered up to the apartment. How could he ever go back to his own apartment? Everything there reminded him of Rascal. Once Rascal had been diagnosed with the cancer, he’d moved in with Gage to consolidate homes and save some money.
He stood in the living room of Chris and Steve’s place but wished he could go. King and Randall were there along with Eric and Danny. On one hand, it felt like too many people around, but on the other, this was his adopted family. The chosen ones he called his nearest and dearest. His own parents hadn’t wanted him around because he was gay, and Rascal suffered the same problems. All he and Rascal had were each other and their adopted family.
Lew stepped into the apartment. “Hi.”
God. If one more person showed up, Gage would leave.
Chris and Steve stood behind the sofa, King and Randall waited by the bar and Eric and Danny reclined on the window seat. Gage wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. “Yeah?” Gage asked. “Well?”
He shouldn’t be upset with them, but the despair bled into the rest of his life.
“You should know some things before we go over Randall’s will,” Lew said. “Do you know how Randall, Eric and Steve are here?”
Gage shrugged. “They survived?” Why in the hell was anyone asking him this right now?
“Not exactly,” Chris said and rounded the sofa. “Steve had the gay cancer, remember? Maybe you don’t, but he did. He died and I spent a long time mourning him. It hurt so much.”
He didn’t remember that, but honestly, he hadn’t paid much attention.
“And Eric was killed by a gunshot wound,” Danny said. “I lost him and never thought I’d ever be whole.”
“Obviously he pulled through,” Gage said. If he hadn’t, Eric wouldn’t be sitting there.
“He didn’t,” Danny said. “He died.”
“I see him right there with you.” Gage shook his head. This was ridiculous.
“Randall was attacked at the shelter back at Christmas. He bled out,” King said. “I saw his parents take custody of his body.”
“I don’t believe this. You’re all standing here, so someone lied or you never died.” Gage held up both hands. “Just… stop. Enough. You’re all bullshitting me. What is this?”
“This is where I come in,” Lew said. “I, along with Bob and Darryl at Start Me Up, helped the others, and we helped Rascal.”
“You did?” Gage snorted. “Did you bring them back from the dead? Huh? Did you become a doctor and learn how to reverse the damage from a gunshot wound? Did you figure out how to keep someone from bleeding out? Did you come up with a cure for the gay cancer? Is that how you saved the other guys? Come on.” His voice cracked. “Rascal is gone. There’s nothing you can do to change that. No one can. I lost him -- end of story.”
“It’s not the end of the story,” Lew said. “Trust me.”
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Rachael admired the twinkle lights she’d strung around the kitchen. Somewhere people were enjoying themselves. They might even be making love under the Christmas tree. She’d like to try that -- sex in front of the tree.
Instead, she’d pulled the chore of kitchen clean-up. She always pulled that chore and the rest, too.
She draped the washcloth over the faucet and surveyed the room. Everything appeared to be back in place.
When she peeked into the living room, Serena and Millie were deep in another round of cards. The last Rachael knew, they were playing hearts. Rachael tiptoed out to the back porch to admire the snow. The cauldron bubbled with some batch of potions. She had no idea what her sisters made, only that she had to clean out the pot when they finished. The tangy smell filled the enclosed space and made her dizzy.
She crinkled her nose. If she knew how, she’d change the scent to something nutmeg-y or pine -- anything but the overwhelming aroma.
Something flashed among the white snow. She folded her arms and stepped up to the screened-in windows. Maybe the flash was the play of firelight on the snow.
The snow glittered and mesmerized her as it fell -- that had to be it. The flash was falling snow.
She hummed the tune of a Christmas carol and fought back tears. Christmas shouldn’t be this depressing, but she couldn’t help herself. She tried to make the day bright, but Christmas Eve would forever be the day her parents died and her world turned upside down. The loss turned her sisters bitter, too. The official account said nothing about her being at fault, but her sisters swore she’d created the fog, which caused the collision.
She wished she knew the truth.
One day, she wanted to know, but she also wanted to replace the sad memories with good ones. She’d never forget her parents, but she needed to move forward with her life.
Someday.
The flash returned, but this time, a man appeared among the snow.
Her blood sizzled, and she gasped. She knew this man.
Her vampire.
“Gavin,” she whispered. “You’re here.”
“You did ask for me for Christmas.” He moved across the snow and stood in the doorway to the porch. “Said you wanted a vampire for Christmas.”
She longed to touch him, but feared she’d draw her sisters’ attention.
“You did request me, didn’t you?”
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“You’re nicer than I was told.”
“Who told you I’m mean? No one will die if you’re honest.” Charlie picked up the cup of coffee. “Tell me.”
“Cook. She said you’re grumpy.”
“Only at five in the morning.” He laughed. “Thank you for your honesty and the coffee. I’ll return the cups later. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, my king.” Cort tripped over his feet as he left the room.
“Nice kid.” Charlie leaned on the chair. “So young and impressionable.”
“They get younger every day,” Spencer said. “He’s a bit young for you.”
“Spence? Seriously?” He crinkled his nose. “I’d like someone closer to my age. Are there any men, late-twenties or early thirties, single and looking to be with a man who wants love, tenderness and a partner? Find that for me and we’ll talk.”
“It gives me a better idea as to what to look for.” Spencer abandoned the tablet on the tray. “Do you want to meet Nathan?”
“He’s got a kid?” Charlie asked. “I wouldn’t turn down someone who happened to be a father.”
“You’re kidding.” Spencer snorted. “What about who will inherit the throne?”
“It’ll be Alistair. That’s already been arranged.” He didn’t see the big deal. “Look, I haven’t found anyone yet and we still have to plan the gala or ball—that the interviewer already knew about. I thought we’d just decided on it.”
“I let her know while you were getting your picture taken.” Spencer shrugged. “It’s going to come out sooner than later.”
“True,” Charlie said. “Focus on the ball.”
“Very good,” Spencer replied. “I’ll be right back.”
Charlie sank onto the carved chair and sighed. What Spencer didn’t understand was that he wanted to find someone. He didn’t want to be lonely, but he needed to find the right person.
He gazed out of the window at Nathan. He had no idea if they’d be compatible or if Nathan would even want to date a king. He might not even be gay. The unknowns didn’t mean Charlie couldn’t gawk at him and consider what could be.
He was a king and deserved a fairy-tale ending, right?
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The door opened and Callie ventured into the hotel room. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Sparks shot through Levon. Every time he laid eyes on her, he thought of the good times he’d shared with her and the way they came together to make love. She blew his mind like no other. She’d been in his visions, too.
“I heard you’re going to take a ten-day sabbatical. Do I need to set up anything for you? Or is this one of your trips where you drop off the face of the earth for a while?” she asked. She laced her fingers together and stared at him.
He craved her. From her deep brown hair to her toes, he wanted this woman. When she appraised him with her dark-eyed stare, he wanted to confess everything. He imagined the taste of her lips, the way she whimpered when they touched and the vision of her beneath him as they made love. She had curves in all the right places, that smile and just thinking about her touch sent shivers down his spine. He loved when she tucked against him as she slept—when they shared a bed—and her ability to give him a no-nonsense answer when they discussed music.
Fuck. He and Callie needed to clear the air because he needed her with him for the New Year’s festivities.
A vision formed in his mind. Him and Callie together for the New Year, a solid couple with nothing between them. She’d be his salvation—if she’d just let him in and let him prove he loved her.
Excerpt:
How are you supposed to feel when you find out the man you’ve fallen in love with, who you’ve never even met in person, reveals that the two of you were once engaged, and that you were—inadvertently or not—the cause of his death?
I try to plan for every contingency, but even super-prepared Cher hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Does that mean the whole thing has to happen all over again the same way?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Does it mean we’ll get to meet, after all? Or do I meet another version of you instead?”
“I don’t know.”
This was exasperating. The odd thing was, I found it almost impossible to be mad at him. It wasn’t his fault, anyway. He had no idea how to get out of the place where he was, wherever or whenever that might be, or what would happen if he did. I had no idea how to get him out, either, but I did know I had to find a way—and without him getting run over by a car again. I’d strap him to the bed if I had to.
“If we were engaged before, does that mean we still are?” I asked.
“I think so, unless you want to break it off. Do you?”
“No, I like being your fiancée.”
“Good. Because I like it, too.”
I still didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone else about Evan, or telling Layla anything more about him, because now it was even weirder than before. So, the only person I was left with as counselor was my inner voice.
I need to get him back here again. I need to see him.
Need. It was a word I’d hardly ever used before, and certainly not in connection with myself. But I seemed to be using it more and more with Even.
How do you think you’re going to do that if he’s dead?
It was a good question.
I could call my ghost-hunter friends.
You don’t need to hunt him. You already know where he is: In that smartphone screen of yours! You drew him to you through the internet. Now you just need to bring him the rest of the way.
How?
By being yourself. He hungers for you and can’t resist you. He will come.
Could it possibly be as simple as that? It couldn’t be. I remembered the voice had asked me once before who I was, and I’d answered that I was just me. But I was only that person when I was alone. Otherwise, I was always pretending—except when I was with Evan. I could be myself with him, too. So maybe it really was as simple as that, after all. It had to be, because I couldn’t think of anything else. But how could I be my true self, my vampire self, when the world was watching?
You can’t. You need to go someplace.
It didn’t help that I was having this conversation with myself at work.
“Cher, can you come over here for a sec?” Joy motioned toward me. “This customer needs his frames adjusted.”
“Coming.”
Fortunately for the eye clinic, and for my own job security, I was great at multitasking. I was able to keep brainstorming about how to get some privacy even while I was adjusting Mr. Thompson’s new glasses to fit him perfectly without pinching the bridge of his nose or pulling down too much behind the ear.
“Thank you,” he said. “You’re very good at that.”
I laughed easily. “I should be. I’ve been doing this long enough. But you’re very good at being a patient patient, and that makes all the difference.”
He nodded slightly and... was he blushing? So often, I found that the smallest kind word or gesture was appreciated beyond what I’d expected. People didn’t treat each other with kindness enough anymore. It had become rare enough that, when it happened, it was unexpected.
And they were grateful. It was sad that common courtesy had fallen so far out of style.
But being nice to people was how I’d been raised; it was part of who I was.
Vampires are known for their courtesy. They only enter where they’re invited.
That was it!
I had to be myself—my vampire self—to draw Evan back to the land of the living, but I had to invite him, too. That was the one thing I’d been missing. He might be dead, but he was also a vampire, and if I invited him, he would have no choice but to accept.