Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Men Love Sexy Bad Girls – What Makes a Bad Girl? #Romance #kinky #erotic

In movies and in real life, several women have made a reputation for themselves as being ‘bad girls’ and the men have flocked to them. How bad is too bad? See what you think by the end of this post. See if you can share some bad girls that you know.

Here are a just a few examples of famous ‘Bad Girls’. I’m sure you’ll recognize some of them. Maybe you’ll know why they’re considered bad girls and maybe not. But know that there was usually more to their stories.

Cleopatra – Ruled Egypt and conquered powerful men through her seductive skills. Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony. Can’t get much more powerful than that. I wonder who else she conquered.

Bonnie Parker – a bad girl outlaw. Remember Bonnie and Clyde? Was she a manipulator/seductress? Somehow I don’t think she was just a follower.

Deborah Sampson – She impersonated a man during the Revolutionary War and fought for the Continental Army. She was honorably discharged after a year and a half of service.

Mae West – Seductive on the screen and off. In the 1930s, she was convicted of a morals charge and sentenced in New York City for ten days in jail for writing a screenplay titled Sex! The charge was for “Corrupting the morals of youth.” We’ve come a long way baby!

Elizabeth Taylor – A bad girl on and off the stage/film screen. She was known as a man-eater. With 8 husbands, she’s up there as being one of the queens of seduction. Beautiful, charming, a talented actress, and charismatic. She also was a spokesperson and promoted programs for HIV and AIDS.

Bettie Page – a beautiful curvy model who became a famous pin-up model in the 1950s and known for her daring BDSM and fetish poses, modeling bondage gear and sexy lingerie. Daring for the 1950s.

Gia Carangi – Another bad-girl supermodel. A hardcore party girl that hung out at the infamous Studio 54 in the 1970s. Sadly, Gia became a heroin addict and died of AIDS in 1986. There’s a movie about her life called Gia.

Mary Quant – The British designer who dared to invent the mini skirt in 1964. Bad girl, Mary.

There are many others. Some I admire their boldness and others I’m appalled by their evil. Their stories are fascinating either way. Of course while I’m talking bad girls, I have to mention Alana MacKenna, the bad girl in my latest book, Red Tape Protector, Book 2. Fair warning, a little promo here. Her cocky attitude got her in trouble while working in the White House. (Red Tape, Book 1). Someone tried to kill her and now she must change her identity and take on a new job as an assassin. She has to be trained and she’s not thrilled about the idea and tries to escape. There’s no way out.

Ever see the movie with Bridget Fonda Point of No Return? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loWM25F_SOY 

This is the movie trailer if you haven’t seen it. It’s in the similar vein except Alana wasn’t a criminal. This book is about how a hot, alpha guys falls for the kick ass woman he's trying to train. Do you think a female assassin is too 'bad girl' for a romance heroine?

The TV series Nikita, also had a female assassin and secret organization.  

So do you have a ‘bad’ side that men love? Care to share?  

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

NEW RELEASE! Red Tape Protector- Book 2 in the FLC Case Files series by Kathy Kulig

*Official release date is August 12th. Red Tape Protector is up for Pre-Order until then.*

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When a member of a top-secret White House society makes a critical mistake, she’s not fired, she’s given a new assignment—a trainee as an undercover security agent and assassin. Sexy, Black-ops agent must prepare her for the dangerous mission. Sometimes you can’t run away…from love or danger…

The FLC Case Files series are Steamy Romantic Suspense romances with some BDSM elements.

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Read Excerpt:

After fifteen minutes of buzzing the nurse, Alana gave up and swung open the door. Jag stood there alone, blocking her way. “Yes, ma’am?”

Alana looked up at fierce blue eyes and a deep-set brow. Jag usually worked nights with one other guard. “Where’s your partner?” She glanced down the empty hallway. No patients or hospital personnel. Normally she heard carts rolling up and down the halls and voices of nurses, doctors and cleaning people at all hours of the night.

It was too quiet. Where was everyone? It was almost seven thirty and all the nurses should have returned from their breaks. The hackles rose on the back of her neck. After the car bomb and Zoe’s abduction, she’d become overly paranoid. Would she ever be able to live without looking over her shoulder? Now that they were letting her go, she hated to sit around. If it wasn’t for the stash of cash she had hidden in her apartment—and hoped was still there—she’d try to leave town tonight. She didn’t need to waste Julia’s time by waiting for the forty-eight hours. She’d made her decision.

She bit her lower lip and a rolling sensation swept the pit of her stomach. “I need to see my nurse. She’s not answering the buzzer.”

He frowned. “Are you in pain?” His tone changed. Softer. Was he concerned?
“No, I need a bath, and I want to remove the bandages.”

One side of his mouth quirked into a grin. “Can’t you take a bath by yourself?”
“I can, but I need supplies so I can change the dressings.” She touched the gauze on her left arm. “And I want a bath. My room only has a shower. They’ve let me use one of the empty rooms down the hall.” It was also closer to the back stairs. If they left her alone for a few minutes, she might have enough time to get away.

He frowned. “I’ll send her as soon as she gets back from her rounds.”

She stepped into the hall and he blocked her from going farther. “Honestly, I could ask someone at the desk myself. I just need a few things.”

“It’s against orders for you to leave your room.” He pressed his lips together. He wasn’t amused. “You work for the White House, Ms. MacKenna. You know what it means to follow orders.”

“I do.” She winced at that because not following orders was what had gotten her into trouble in the first place. Did he know? “But I have left my room when they’ve given me the luxury of a hot bath. Besides that, they’re letting me leave tomorrow. I don’t think I need a guard anymore.”

“I haven’t been given a change in orders,” he argued.

Alana huffed. “I used to be a nurse and I know how to care for wounds. I could get the supplies myself from their supply shelves.”

He shook his head. “It’s for your safety. They don’t want you to leave this room.”

She studied him for a minute. “You’re not like the other guards, the ones who work days. I don’t know what it is. Are you secret service?” Alana raised her chin, trying a different approach, but it did little to help her confidence. Without heels, she was five-foot-ten and still looked short compared to this guy. He was muscular, but lean, like a cross between a weightlifter and marathon runner.

“How am I different?” He raised one eyebrow, perhaps amused by her observation.

“I don’t know. The others are obvious secret service in their black suits and coiled earpieces. So cliché.”

He glanced down at his outfit, the same as the others, then pointed to the same earpiece. “What’s different?”

“You don’t belong in the suit. You don’t look comfortable. I imagine you in camouflage, combat boots and hoisting an enormously heavy automatic weapon like in one of those military thrillers.”

He smiled and let out a grunt of a laugh. The man could smile. “You have good observational skills. I used to be in the military. But from what I hear, you could work on your sound judgment.” He tapped a finger on the bandage on her arm.

“Funny,” she said. “And who told you about me? What did they tell you?”

His pleasant manner suddenly froze to the original stone-set, unemotional state. “I’ll ask for your nurse to come to your room. Wait inside.” He pointed to the center of the room as a signal for her to move so he could close the door.

Alana planted her feet in the doorway. She wanted out of this place so badly she could taste it. It was Friday night and Liam would probably be at Paradise Underground. She doubted they’d let her in with the clothes Julia had left her. They required proper attire. And it was a little late to go shopping for fetish wear. She didn’t have much cash on her either. “I’ll wait here. I’m bored, the walls are closing in. Why don’t you tell me what your real name is and where you’re from? Is Jag a nickname?” She glanced down the hall, looking for Beth, her nurse, or another nurse or aide. No one was in sight.

“Jagger Denison. I’m from North Carolina.” Dark amusement glimmered in his steel-blue eyes.

At the club, she could read men, knew if they were dominant or submissive, could tell if they were experienced or virgins to the lifestyle. She could also tell if they were lying. This guy she couldn’t read. No emotion. Was he this cold in bed too? “You prefer Jag?” She smiled.

He nodded. Power and authority radiated through him. His gaze swept her room, scanning for what? Hidden dangers? Then he returned his focus back to her.

She checked the time. Seven-thirty. It was going to be a long night. “I’ll start my bath. If you like, you’re welcome to watch.” She hoped she could embarrass him into giving her a few minutes alone. A few minutes were all she needed.

An eyebrow rose. “She won’t be long. You’re not her only patient.”

I bet I’m the only one with twenty-four-hour guards.

Reviews for Red tape, book 1:

“This was such a different take on BDSM romance! It had a bit of everything, suspense, intrigue, romance and hot steamy sex scenes. I would love for this to be a TV show! It reminds me of Scandal with a BDSM element. The characters are strong and likable, the plot will have you wondering what's next and the sex will have you blushing. The story has a wonderful build up to a fast paced ending that suits the main characters well. If you are looking for suspense with a bit of a twist, this is your book!” ~Amazon reviewer

“I definitely enjoyed Red Tape, Zoe was a strong, self-sufficient agent and the suspense element was great especially the ending. It was suspense with a touch of National Treasure (the movie)bits with a side of BDSM.” ~Goodreads reviewer.

“HOLY HOTNESS BDSM.  Wow, can't wait for more of this political BDSM series. It is a really fun premise, First Lady BDSM for freedom.  OMG…” ~Blogger reviewer.

“Loved this one! It maybe my favorite of the set. So much going on and so much to lose. I really loved this set up for a book. BDSM, suspense, behind the scenes of the White House, and so much more. A great read. Love Zoe and Jason. The past they have together only adds to the current mission. Who doesn't love a book with secret missions that are about sex? Great plot and one I will read over and over again!” ~ Amazon reviewer

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New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Kathy Kulig is a writer, a science geek, a part time health food nut, an occasional cat sitter, and an adventure movie junkie. She lives in a 100-year-old Victorian house with her amazingly support hubby who is also a geek and shares her love of traveling. Kathy writes sexy paranormal, contemporary and suspense. Her books can be dark and edgy, passionate and erotically-charged, but there’s always a steamy romance and a happy ending.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Guard Dog by Sabrina York—Stone Hard SEALS and Hot SEALs Crossover Novella

I'm posting another great release from my friend Sabrina York! Had to share her good news and also a Big CONTEST at the end of this post!!!

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Guard Dog by Sabrina York
A scorching sequel to Stone Hard SEALs
Mason Steele expected to be a SEAL until the day he died. And he was. A pity they revived him. Now he’s been mustered out of the Navy and his life seems wholly unsatisfying. He misses the action; he misses the camaraderie; he misses being able to use his tightly-honed skills. He’s lucky to have snagged this job with GAPS—the Guardian Angel Protective Services—it provides some hope for his future. But the last thing he wants to do is babysit a spoiled heiress who is obsessed with the color of her nail polish and carries a Chihuahua in her purse.
But there’s more to Pansy Hightower than can be seen at first glance. She’s smart, sassy and determined to save the business her late mother built. She resents having a guard dog and does what she can to lose her muscular shadow. But when it becomes clear that someone is targeting her—perhaps for the same kind of fatal “accident” that befell her mother, she decides having the 240 pound SEAL with killer instincts and lethal hands at her back might be a good idea after all.
Until they share a kiss, that is. Until those lethal hands prove they have other talents as well. Talents that leave her breathless and wanting and weak. The last thing either of them wants is a relationship, but the scorching passion between them cannot be denied…even though it will undoubtedly spell disaster for them both.

“All right then.” Pansy’s surprisingly chipper voice cut through his dismal mood. It had been mortifying admitting his weakness, his failure, especially to her. It was something of a relief that she didn’t seem to understand the deep implications of his confession.
He dared a glance at her. Even bedraggled and tattered as she was, he wanted her. She shot him a bright smile. It made him glower. “All right then, what?” he muttered.
“All right, then. You’ll do.”
You’ll do? You’ll do? Irritation riffled through him. When she tipped her head and her ponytail swung, his ire blossomed.
“But I don’t know about the others.”
“The others are excellent.” He wasn’t sure why he was arguing with her. He wanted this job.  He wanted to be with her. He wanted to keep her safe. And for some reason, thought of some other dude, even one of his brothers in arms, stepping into the duty rankled.
“But I don’t know them.”
“We’ll arrange a meet.” It was standard procedure…when they weren’t on a covert job.
She put out a lip. God he wanted to suckle it. Maybe it would be better if someone else took over. He was far too attracted to her to keep a clear mind. “But I want you,” she said.
Again, her words made something hard and needy sizzle through his bowels. He knew what she meant. He knew she was talking about her protection and not some scalding, savage coupling in the big bed in the next room that was far too close to be successfully ignored.
It was a testament to his delusional state that all he could think about was sex. All he could think about was stripping her naked and taking her here and now. That she wanted it as much as he did.
He imagined he could smell her arousal in the air, which was ridiculous.
A woman like her and a guy like him?
Yeah. Nucking futs.
“No worries. I’ll be on your team. But we’ll have at least three others.” Two on days and two on nights. Although, if he had his way, she wouldn’t be going out again. Certainly not to clubs where he couldn’t guarantee her safety. On that note, he fixed her with a dark look. “We need to talk about security. You’re going to have to make some lifestyle changes until this threat is contained.”
“Like what?”
“Like going out in public.”
“I have a business to run.”
“Is that what they call it? Partying all night with entitled socialites like Monique Dupree?” He didn’t mean to snarl it as he did. But it hardly mattered. She was utterly unaffected by his ferocity.
“Those entitled socialites are my customer base. More than that. They are my influencers.”
He had no idea what that meant. “Too many people. Too many blind spots. We need to keep you in controllable environments.” Like this hotel. Like this suite. That bed…
“Controllable environments?”
Again with the pouting lip. God. It was driving him crazy.
With a grunt, he pushed to his feet—ignoring the sharp string of yips this elicited from Ratacus—and prowled to the wall of windows, pulling back the curtains and peering out at the night in a pretense of assessing any potential hazards. Her suite was on the thirtieth floor. Doubtful anyone would enter from the balcony. Still, he checked the lock on the door. Probably wouldn’t hurt to install a door brace on the front door. He strode back to the foyer and jiggled the handle. Yeah, definitely a brace. He made a mental note of other upgrades the suite needed, of the things he needed to check. First order of business was to sweep for any bugs and check for hidden cameras.
He glanced over at Pansy and immediately revised his priorities. She was leaning back with her head resting on the sofa, her eyes closed. Her face was a cameo of perfection, but it was wreathed in exhaustion. First order of business was to get her to bed.
Lust lanced him.
No. Get her in bed.
By herself.
So she could sleep.
Aw, hell.
His gaze skated over her and he took in the rips in her dress, the scrapes on her legs and the dirt smudging her cheek. He should have tended to her wounds right off the bat. He should have seen to her comfort. He should have—
An ominous clicking sound and a sudden riffle of movement near his ankles captured his attention and he glanced down.
Lola, in her pink tutu glared up at him, her lip curled over impressively pointy teeth. Mason tipped his head to the side and met her challenging gaze with one of his own. It said: Really? Whatcha gonna do, Ratacus?
He probably shouldn’t have.
She lifted her leg.
And peed on his boots.
“Son of a bitch.” He didn’t mean to boom as he leaped back, but he did. Pansy shot up, her eyes wide. “What?” she cried. “What is it?”
He shot her a contrite look. “Your dog peed on my boots.”
“She does that.” Pansy huffed a sigh and headed for the powder room to grab a hand towel. “One of the reasons I don’t date.” She knelt before him and mopped up the puddle.
He should have stooped to help her, but honestly, he couldn’t. He couldn’t move to save his life. Because there she was, kneeling before him, with her head so close…
A scintillating thought, a captivating vision, a scalding need rose like the hydra. That, and a lowering realization.
He was a pervert. A goddamn pervert.
She was cleaning his fucking boots for God’s sake.
“You need a shower.”
Right. No idea why he blurted that.
Well, maybe one idea. He desperately needed her to stand. To move away, before he lost his mind and did something insane and necessary, like pull her closer.
She looked up at him. He forced himself to step away, he had to. Or his erection might have brushed her cheek.
And that would have been a disaster.
“Yeah. Um. You’re all banged up. We should get some antiseptic on those scrapes. Do you have a first aid kit?”
She said nothing so he glanced at her. That she was staring at his crotch sent a bolt of lightning through him. Her tongue peeped out and she lifted her gaze. He could have sworn he saw something simmering there. He tried mightily to ignore it.
Surely it wasn’t what he thought. Imagined. Ached for.
“Do you? Have a first aid kit?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea.” Nearly a whisper.
“I’ll call the concierge.” This was a penthouse suite. Surely there was a concierge. “Why don’t you go…um, clean up and I’ll call down for something.”
She stood slowly, holding his gaze. Something about her, her energy, her intensity, had shifted. It made him antsy. It made him restless. It made him hungry. She turned around—his heart sank—but then she said, softly, with a tentative quiver to her voice, “Could you unzip me?”
Holy. Fuck.
She peeped at him over her shoulder. Her eyes, so beautiful and blue, bore into his. “I can’t do it myself.”
He was certain she could. She was a grown woman. She’d been dressing—and undressing—herself for years. But he couldn’t refuse. Not when she asked so politely. “S-sure.” Hopefully she missed the stutter.
She could not have missed the fact that his fingers shook as he tried to grasp the tiny teardrop at the top of her zipper. Why the fuck did it have to be so tiny? It took forever for him to make the long journey down her spine, partly because the damn zipper kept catching and partly because he really wanted to savor the journey.  As it advanced, more and more of her creamy skin was exposed. He wanted nothing more than to place his palm on her, to stroke her. To feel the heat of her skin against this.
But she’d asked him to unzip her. Not make a move.
It was a damn good thing he’d developed indomitable willpower as a SEAL. Denying himself things crucial to his being—air, water, food—was par for the course in their training.
This was by far the most difficult denial of all.
When he reached the bottom of the zipper, when a hint of a crease at the base of her spine was exposed, he stepped back. Though it cost him. “There,” he said.
Jesus, God. He was going to heaven for this.
He fucking better.
His restraint was nothing short of a penance.
But then…
Holy God.
But then…she shifted her shoulders and the scrap of material drifted to the floor. She shot another glance at him, something that was too much of an invitation to be misunderstood or misconstrued, and, wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties, padded into the bathroom.

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Monday, August 3, 2015

Book Signing: The Secrets of Lake Road by @KarenKatchur

The Secrets of Lake Road -- Karen Katchur

When: August 4th, 2015, 6-9 p.m. EST

The Secrets of Lake Road is a suspenseful women’s fiction from St. Martin’s Press. I’ll be there and I hope to see you too. Karen is a good friend of mine and a very talented author. I’ve had the opportunity to read passages of this book and I’m so excited to see it in print! It’s an amazing book and getting a lot of terrific press and reviews.

Blurb: Jo has been hiding the truth about her role in her high school boyfriend’s drowning for sixteen years. Every summer, she drops her children off with her mother at the lakeside community where she spent summers growing up, but cannot bear to stay herself; everything about the lake reminds her of the guilt she feels. For her daughter Caroline, however, the lake is a precious world apart; its familiarity and sameness comforts her every year despite the changes in her life outside its bounds. At twelve years old and caught between childhood and adolescence, she longs to win her mother’s love and doesn’t understand why Jo keeps running away.

Then seven-year-old Sara Starr goes missing from the community beach. Rescue workers fail to uncover any sign of her—but instead dredge up the bones Jo hoped would never be discovered, shattering the quiet lakeside community’s tranquility. Caroline was one of the last people to see Sara alive on the beach, and feels responsible for her disappearance. She takes it upon herself to figure out what happened to the little girl. As Caroline searches for Sara, she uncovers the secrets her mother has been hiding, unraveling the very foundation of everything she knows about herself and her family in this riveting novel that is impossible to put down and hard to forget.


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“This beautiful, heartbreaking, and affecting debut, reminiscent of the work of Heather Gudenkauf, will have readers craving more from Katchur.”  Library Journal starred review
"Karen Katchur's THE SECRETS OF LAKE ROAD gripped me with its provocative opening sentence and held me in its spell until its final, shattering revelations. This is a powerful thriller about buried secrets that painfully resurface, innocence lost across the generations, and the terrible price we pay for growing up and growing older. Karen Katchur knows how to write and write well about ordinary people stretched to their limits. A suspenseful, heartbreaking novel."

--David Bell, author of THE FORGOTTEN GIRL
“The rhythms of a summer community, the tensions of an unsolved crime, and the thrumming undertow of adolescence come together in this sparkling debut.  Beautifully paced from captivating beginning to satisfying end.” 

--Kelly Simmons, author of STANDING STILL and THE BIRD HOUSE
"A lake’s murky depths hide past secrets in this unforgettable debut. Karen Katchur deftly infuses a summer lake colony with nostalgia—damp bathing suits, the bang of a cottage door, a pavilion jukebox playing old songs. But this summer, no one goes into the water. Part tender coming-of-age, part edge-of-your-seat suspense, THE SECRETS OF LAKE ROAD lured me in from its opening pages. Pick up this book forewarned that you will do nothing else until you finish reading it." 

"With chilling unease that keeps you turning pages, Katchur deftly evokes the way youthful actions echo through our lives. Nostalgia wrestles tragedy in this haunting tale." 

--Kathryn Craft, author of THE ART OF FALLING and THE FAR END OF HAPPY
“At once gripping and evocative, THE SECRETS OF LAKE ROAD conjures childhood’s best and worst moments—its secret joys and terrors, its hopefulness and uncertainty. Katchur skillfully weaves between past and present, revealing devastating truths along the way.”
--Paula Treick DeBoard, author of THE MOURNING HOURS and THE FRAGILE WORLD

“Captivating and highly addictive, this story will break your heart - and then renew your faith in love.” -- Marissa Stapley author of MATING FOR LIFE