Beware of Safari Heat On #Thursday13 with #MFRWauthor Adam Mann

#MFRW Author  Adam Mann brings on #Thursday13 his

                                                        Safari Heat
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense, Erotica
Publisher Phazebooks

Adam Mann has lived and worked in Africa and Asia for many years. He has always been fascinated by personal relationships, and in real life is now enjoying his fourth marriage, after being widowed, divorced, had one marriage annulled as this ‘wife’ had forgotten to get divorced. Adam has extensive experience of social and sexual activities, which he brings into all his books in explicit detail. Underlying all these activities is a quest for a loving and ongoing relationship with his partner. Three novels have been based in Africa, seven in Asia, with two in Europe.  

Blurb
If you ever get a chance go on Safari grab the chance whilst you can. In this novel the lions and the hippos take second place to Nick and Sophie.
Sophie decides to take Nick on Safari to the Masai Mara and she takes a tent. Her recent divorce has just been finalised and she is on the prowl like a lioness but she doesn’t expect that the hunted can become the hunter. This is romance at its best until Nick is entangled in the snare set for him by ladies along the way, including a beautiful saree clad temptress, and the final snare is the tent!

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My 13 favourite characters in my novels:
 
First Officer Amelia in All the Nice Girls Love a Sailor,
Colin and Monique who meet on The Road to Beira,
William in Ha Noi Heat,
Helga (Hufflepuff) and Helga’s Red Thigh Boots,
Angela in It’s Just Not Cricket!
Roxanne Browne from Red High Heels,
Nick and Sophie in Safari Heat (Phaze Books),
Denis from Singapore Heat,
Madame Binh from Black High Heels,
Adam in West African Heat (Blushing Books), and
Farmer Benjamin from Tsunami Tragedy (eXtasy Books).

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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Dragon Knight's Axe @M_MorganAuthor

Dragon Knight's Axe

Mary Morgan
The Wild Rose Press

Battled scarred, Dragon Knight, Alastair MacKay, has fled to the seas to separate himself from his powers that are connected to the land. Yet, when he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland, he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and leading him on a journey to confront his greatest fears.

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?

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What One Reviewer Says...
Booktalk with Eileen
My Thoughts: I was revved up for this one, because I’ve already fallen in love with the series and the author’s writing.

And true to form I was pulled into a fantastic story within the first paragraph in 1206. I was fighting a vicious sea, spewing water from my mouth, slashing rain and wind so strong I was brought to my knees. Was I headed overboard? Whoa! What an opening.

This series has time travel. Why do I love it so? It’s because traveling to the past is NOT something each heroine in the series wants. Each have their own story on how they arrived to the highlands. In my fantasy of fantasies, I’d really love to be one of these women who get pulled back. But since it is HIGHLY unlikely, I must satisfy myself traveling through the imagination and inspiration of a clever author. Mary Morgan has captured my fantasies with fae, a dragon living in Loch Ness who can speak through mind touch, brawny, brave, honorable men and a wild land of magic.

EXCERPT

He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.
His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Good, little bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put...me down,” she demanded.
“Nae.”
She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”
She went completely still, and then she screamed.
Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”
Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again.”
Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.
Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.
“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.
Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.

ABOUT Mary Morgan
I am a constant daydreamer and have been told quite often to remove my head from the clouds. Yet, this is where I find the magic to write my stories. Not only do I love to weave a good tale, but I have a voracious appetite for reading. I worked for Borders Books for almost fourteen years. Imagine my delight to be surrounded by so many books, talking to others about them, and getting paid.

Pure bliss!

I have traveled to England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. There are those who know me well when I say, “My heart is in the Highlands.” I believe I have left it there or maybe in Ireland.

When not writing, I enjoy playing in my garden—another place where magic grows. Of course, there is time spent with my family. They are the ones that keep me grounded

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Romancing the Wolf @HVLong #MFRWauthor

Romancing the Wolf

by Heather Long
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Sexy and we know it! They’re on the hunt after your heart. Discover 10 brand new passionate tales of friendship, desire, wolves, survival, and redemption. Escape to another world, another place, and another romance.

Warning: Contains wild heroes and heroines, tempestuous passion, old secrets, new discoveries, and pack ties binding them together. Sometimes love’s greatest challenge is romancing the wolf… " "Sexy and we know it! They’re on the hunt after your heart. Discover 10 brand new passionate tales of friendship, desire, wolves, survival, and redemption. Escape to another world, another place, and another romance.

Warning: Contains wild heroes and heroines, tempestuous passion, old secrets, new discoveries, and pack ties binding them together. Sometimes love’s greatest challenge is romancing the wolf…

EXCERPT

Chewing the inside of her lip and maybe some of her pride, she nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Taking the stairs two at a time, she headed for the bathroom where she washed then ducked inside her bedroom. From there, she stole a peek from her window. Sure enough, Matt leaned against his car across the street.
He straightened, and his gaze met hers as though he’d been expecting her. In fast strides, he crossed the yard, climbed the tree and alighted on the ledge outside her window before she could even get the locks undone. “You said to call you, dumbass. If my mother catches you up here…”
“She won’t,” he said with a grin, crouching to peer inside. “Damn, with the My Little Pony Shi. You still keep that crap?”
“Ignore the girly frills since I have photos proving you played with ponies, too.” Had in fact given her several over the years for her birthday.
“Stalking them is not the same as playing.” He winked, then settled his arm as if he planned to hang out. “So, how you doing?”
“I’m doing great. Everyone is so happy to see me they can only stare. My mother can barely look at me, and I’m on probation. How much better can it get?”
Scratching his chin as though to give the matter some thought, Matt scrunched his face. “Break any mirrors lately?” At her snort, he grinned again. “What? You asked me. How much better it could get?”
Her mother yelled from downstairs, and she sighed. “I gotta go. She’s freaking out and, until she accepts that I’m not going to go rob a bank or something, she’s going to keep freaking out.”
“Okay. I’ll be around. Call me later. After they go to sleep, I’ll stage a jail break, and we can get a beer.”
“Oh man.” A drink sounded like heaven. “I don’t want to make her any madder.”
The sharp, hard syllables of her name reverberated from downstairs.
“Yeah, not thinking that’s possible.” Matt winced, the rubbed his ear.
“Beer. You. Me. Let’s say midnight to make sure she’s really asleep.”
A slamming pot jerked through her. A motor down the street caught her attention. Dad was home. “You got it. Go, before they see you.”
“Later, babe.” Matt didn’t leap to the ground. Instead, he climbed higher, then over the house. Damn, he could move. Weird as it seemed, he’d gotten taller, or at least she thought so. Maybe she’d forgotten how tall he was. Retreating from her room, she made it to the first floor as her father came in from the garage.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Shiloh.” Chilly.
Damn, dinner would be fun. Maybe her brothers and sister would ignore her, too. She couldn’t wait.

ABOUT Heather Long
National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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