It's a REVIVAL *BOOK SPOTLIGHT* @MKGilher #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author M.K. Gilher released Revival, Book One of the Return to Us Trilogy , an Erotic Contemporary Suspense, with Angel Press.

BLURB
He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex god on a stick.

Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?

Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return to Us Trilogy.

REVIEWS
"...intense, hot, mouthwatering, scorching, sheet burning, panty melting." -Amazon 5-star review
"Had one of the most erotic moments I have read in a book." -Amazon 5-star review.

EXCERPT

I hear a weird creaking noise and the lights flicker. I'm jostled about before the elevator jerks to a halt in mid-flight and the lights go out. My fellow elevator patrons gasp and grumble. Random lights appear as people pull out their cellphones. In the commotion of the crowded elevator, I'm heaved back onto my Italian-shoed stranger even more. I feel strong hands wrap around my hips. I'm so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I can't fucking breathe. I can't fucking breathe.
His breath is steady and calm on my neck, almost as if he's enjoying watching me struggle for my self-control. The cat pinning the mouse down by the tail as the mouse struggles to get away.
Should I pull away from him? The Slut Ivy on my right shoulder rolls her eyes and says, Duh, no silly. Stay right where you are. The Feminist Ivy on my left shoulder is scowling at me. Just get your ass to work on time, woman. The truth is I couldn't move an inch even if I wanted to. Which I don't.
Time seems to have stopped. All I know is he's holding me to the heat of his massive male frame. I can't stop the images of this stranger's tongue casually licking its way down my entire body. I haven't even seen this man. But I am a shoe whore, and his shoes were fabulous.
I feel an uncontrollable electrical pull toward him. Synapses are firing between our bodies creating sparks that would light up even the darkest of nights.
He intensifies his hold on my left hipbone, his fingers digging in, while his other hand drifts up my back to my right ear. He softly pulls on the cord to my earbud, and all I can concentrate on is his warm, ragged breath on my neck.
He leans in close to my ear, and I hear a sucking sound. What the hell? I feel a warm sensation as he trails the tip of his wet finger from my shoulder up to my right earlobe.
Holy shit.
My breath catches, and a low chuckle vibrates against my skin. Prick. I smile to myself for mentally insulting him. He flexes his fingers and glides his large palm across my cashmere-covered abdomen and presses lightly on my belly. He's trying to help me slow my breathing. Bringing me back to the present… with him.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
He pushes on my abdomen and forces my backside right onto his rock hard erection. Just kill me now. I'm good. I could totally write my obituary after this experience. Dead from feeling Italian-shoed stranger's erection against my ass. What a great way to go.

ABOUT M.K. Gilher
I've always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: From Out of the Past with #MFRWauthor @DenyseBridger

MFRW Author Denysé Bridger released From Out of the Past, a paranormal romantic

mystery, with Crimson Frost Books.

A series of killings has the Toronto Police Department in turmoil. The press has labelled the killer a “werewolf” and hysteria is on the rise in the heat of the summer… Detective Damien Knightley has secrets of his own that need guarding in this very public investigation. Knightley is a vampire, and as the case gets more complex, what he discovers has him both baffled and worried. History is about to repeat itself and explode in violent death if those involved can’t reach Toronto and capture a renegade on a blood-hunt.

As Damien recalls a love from a century ago, the threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. The beautiful woman he is falling in love with is bringing back memories he’d rather forget, and when the killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…" The threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. When a killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…

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What Reviewers Say...
(From) Out of the Past is a crime-mystery, a thriller, a romance--intensely sensual, interweaving 1880's London with present day Toronto in a heady blend of carefully constructed scenes and a cast of characters that bring the story to life with an undeniable authenticity. This is a tale that will satisfy on many levels. I heartily recommend it for your 'must read' list. Well done, Denysé Bridger. - Amazon Reviewer

This novel is a non-stop action packed blast from start to finish. It made it very difficult to put down. The characters are beautifully and fully developed, and the story is easy to follow and just as easy to become absorbed in. A fantastic ride through the twists and turns of the paranormal world, this novel is an absolute blast. - Night Owl Reviews

EXCERPT

“What brings you here, Damien?” DeVallier asked, and offered the knight a drink from his private stock. When the younger vampire didn’t decline immediately, DeVallier’s full attention was captured. He poured the second glass and held it out to Damien, smiling when Knightley took the crystal goblet and peered at it.
“London,” Damien whispered, his eyes still locked on the scarlet wine. “The killings, the ones we know the ‘Ripper’ didn’t commit.”
“What of them?” DeVallier answered, his tone bored but alert to his child’s mood as he drank deeply.
“I think they may be connected to what’s been happening here,” Damien said reluctantly. He knew precisely how ridiculous it might have sounded, to anyone other than DeVallier.
“Very doubtful,” DeVallier responded.
“You know what happened there. You’ve always known!” Damien’s impatience was making him belligerent and DeVallier’s eyebrow rose, the ironic amusement clear.
“I know a great many things that I haven’t shared with you, Damien,” he taunted with a smile.
Damien glowered at him. He looked again at the glass in his hand, then set the untouched drink on the soundboard.
“What is this killer, DeVallier?”
“A madman?” the ancient vampire suggested mockingly. “A lunatic? Perhaps he’s merely a hunter such as yourself, Damien, one who’s become delusional on a grand scale?”
“You’re not helping.” Damien’s eyes were locked on the glass again, and he couldn’t have been certain if the complaint was because of the lack of answer, or the temptation DeVallier had placed before him in the glass.
“It’s not my job to be helpful, Damien,” the master vampire jeered, his mood changing subtly to a darker menace. “If you insist on playing detective, dear boy, enjoy it. But I have no interest in solving crime, or helping the police. Alysse found your little hobby diverting. I assure you, I don’t!”
“Why won’t you answer me, DeVallier?” Damien asked as the older man neared the door of the sound booth. “I know it’s not one of us, so why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I choose not to, Damien,” DeVallier said casually. He didn’t wait for further comments or pleas, simply left the former knight in silence.
Damien leaned forward, hands on the edge of DeVallier’s control board, and tried to calm the roar in his ears. The glass of blood rested on the smooth surface, the dim lights refracting prisms of color within the crystal, all of them enticing shades of scarlet. He  reached to reclaim the glass, saw his hand shake, and pulled it back with a jerk.
Damien fled the nightclub.

ABOUT Denysé Bridger
Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write.  In the past half dozen years, I’ve released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my websites will show the diversity of what is currently available, as well as other surprises and extras!

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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Dare to Risk All @Joyce_Holmes

Dare to Risk All
Joyce Holmes
The Wild Rose Press

Tessa Caldwell’s carefully structured world is thrown into chaos when the handsome stranger she had an uncharacteristic fling with reappears in her life. Ben not only gets the promotion she thought was hers, but is also intent on resuming their physical relationship. Although Tessa’s rational mind insists on a professional association, both her heart and her traitorous body have other ideas. Can her sensible nature possibly win against such temptation?

Memories of the petite blonde with large, blue eyes have haunted Ben Dunham for months. When he transfers to her branch, he anticipates picking up where they left off. Reality doesn’t match memory when the cool and collected lady wants no part of him. If he intends to pursue Tessa, he has to earn her trust. The problem is, Ben carries a dark and dangerous secret. How does he get Tessa to trust him when he can’t trust himself?

Can a forever kind of girl and a for-the-moment kind of guy take a risk on love? BUY LINK

EXCERPT
Ben halted a few feet from Tessa’s chair and she rose to her feet, sliding nervous hands down the front of her skirt. For an instant, they stood frozen face-to-face, outside of time together, cut off from the others, the air between them tangible and electric.
He took a step toward her. Instinctively she stepped back and stared with disbelief into the face that had haunted her for months. Those same iridescent sea-green eyes with flecks of gold and swirls of gray, surrounded by long, thick, dreamy lashes. The slight jog to his nose, as if it had been broken, a trivial flaw that saved his features from absolute perfection.
Neither of them smiled as they continued to watch each other. She could see memories of their one night together reflected in those extraordinary eyes.
Memories of his hands roaming her body, of his mouth searing her mouth, of the two of them reaching peak after shattering peak together while thunder crashed and white-hot lightning forked its way across the storm-tossed night sky outside.
She tried to push the images from her mind and keep her manner professional, but then he offered her his hand and her heart fluttered. A treacherous excitement began rising in her system as reality sank in—this was Ben, standing right in front of her. And this time they didn’t have to say goodbye after three days.
She had an irresistible urge to reach out and touch his face. Her fingers itched to lose themselves in that crisp sandy hair, to wander across his chest, slide over the wide breadth of his shoulders and...
Stop thinking like that!
She forced herself to shake hands with him, uttering polite noises as though he were a complete stranger. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her lips to form the smile of welcome she knew would be the courteous thing to do.
“We’ve already met,” he said, still holding their handshake. His eyes were playful, with green turbulence just beneath. “Remember me?”
She realized with a start that she hadn’t replied. The intoxicating scent of his cologne robbed her of breath and his huskily seductive voice reverberated inside her, leaving her shaken and vulnerable. He was leaning in too close and she had to shake her hand lightly to free it from his grip.
“Of course, I do. We met on the cruise last fall,” she replied, hiding behind an ultra-professional tone.
“That is correct.” Morris’s loud voice startled Tessa. She’d forgotten anyone else was in the room. “The Vancouver branch awarded Benjamin the cruise as well, last year, so the two of you have already had the opportunity to become acquainted. That should facilitate your working relationship.”
Not bloody likely, Tessa thought with a sinking feeling of despair. How could she possibly maintain a businesslike relationship with Ben after the intimacy they’d shared?

ABOUT Joyce M. Holmes
Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia.  An empty-nest mom, she treasures family time, especially with her two precious little grandsons.  Hiking, biking, boating and photography are pursuits she enjoys when she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure.

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