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by: Jeanne McDonald

Genre: Erotica/Erotic Romance

Release date: January 4, 2015

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One night of indulging in her carnal nature will unlock a world of mystery and desire she never dreamed existed.

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A year has passed since Addison George was left at the altar after her husband-to-be announced he was gay.  Still friends despite what happened, she secretly harbors hope that all of this was a phase and he will come crawling back to her.  That dream is shattered when he announces that he’s engaged to the man he left her for. 

 Spiraling out of control, Addison agrees to accompany her best friend to the sex party of the year. Hosted by world-renowned erotic romance author, Sebastian Hawk, exposed anonymity is the name of the game.  The rules are simple: all guests are required to remain nude for the duration of the event, except for a mask to hide one’s identity, and everyone must partake in at least one salacious delight.

 Out of her sexual league, Addison spends the evening with a certain clothed employee who explains to her the world in which the enigmatic author lives.  While she wishes to understand more about the strange novelist, Addison can’t help but feel drawn to the handsome and mysterious employee who has introduced her to the sensual realm of Indulgence.

 Lost in a world of secrets and passion, Addison will unmask the man behind the mystery while exploring her carnal nature.  Through it all, she’ll discover that not everything is as it seems, and to never judge a book solely by its cover.

 Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of five, when her mother considered the truth to be a lie due to her extensive embellishment to the retelling of an event.  She wrote her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at the age of sixteen she tried her hand at poetry.  She reconnected with her love for writing in 2010 thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend.

Her passions include a "mild" Starbucks addiction, music, reading, quotes, movies, and romance.  When she's not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, chatting with her friends or diligently working toward her bachelor's degree in Literature.  A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.

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Xio Axelrod's New Release

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The Calum

The Calum Series # 1

By: Xio Axelrod

Releasing December 16th, 2014

Xio Axelrod LLC / Bookbaby


Twenty-six is too old to believe in fairytales, but tell that to Lovie’s roommate. Convinced she’ll find a real life version of her ultimate book boyfriend, Calum MacKenzie, Jo drags Lovie to the Scottish Highlands. Lovie’s no cynic *ahem* but she knows The Calum is a myth. A construct. A freaking unicorn! And there are warmer places to spend Christmas vacation.

If Duff had his way, he’d never step foot in Inverness again. Only his best friend’s wedding, and his ailing grandmother, could bring him home. Duff’s plan is keep his head down and stay out of trouble. Hard to do when the groom targets a pretty blond tourist for one last conquest.

When Duff and Lovie meet, stones, sparks and insults fly. He’s instantly attracted to the sexy, sharp-tongued American. She’s just glad to have someone to hang out with, especially the bad boy with a mysterious past. Lovie is determined to learn his secrets, but as they grow closer, Duff is forced to choose between his best friend and his heart.

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Philadelphia native and global citizen, Xio Axelrod writes love stories, sexy romance and what she likes to call “strange, twisted tales.” Bitten by the literary bug in 2003, she has self-published two volumes of poetry. Her short stories have also appeared in e-magazines such as Oysters and Chocolate. After a five year hiatus from writing, Xio returned with the fiery web serial, Starstruck: a story about finding the right person at the wrong time that became a viral hit. The Calum is book one in a series.

Xio is a vocalist and songwriter by day and lives in Philadelphia with her husband, Mr. X, and their on-again/off-again cat, BB.


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Excerpt from Chapter One

Lovie Grant wished like hell that she had paid the five dollars for the airline headphones. But that balloon had popped, and now she was stuck listening – again – to Joana’s latest “brilliant” plan. She hunched her shoulders and buried her face in the in-flight magazine. Anything to avoid one more word about their freaking trip.

“Are you even listening to me?” Her shrill tone bounced off the airplane window and directly into the oh-my-God-let-me-off-this-sky-bus-before-I-kill-her section of Lovie’s brain.

“What is it now, Jo?”

“You’re not paying attention. And you keep sighing like you’ve been left home on prom night.”

“I’m just tired, and I can’t sleep on planes.” And I should be relaxing on a beach instead of chasing after you.

Flip. Flip. Flip.

Page after page taunted her with one photo of crystal blue waters and palm trees after another. There would be no palm trees where they were headed.

Which asshole decided to put that magazine in her seat-back pocket?

“You’re upset.”

How very astute. “It’s a scientific fact that a lack of sleep causes a decrease in the neurotransmitters that regulate mood.” Flip. “Otherwise, I’m fine, Jo. Let it go.”

“I call bull. You’ve already convinced yourself that this is going to suck.” Jo’s bottom lip poked out in her signature pout. With her blonde locks twisted into two braids, and her bright pink Juicy sweatpants, the picture of a bratty twelve-year-old was nearly complete.

Lovie’s best friend, roommate and constant damsel-in-distress had a plan. A good plan, she’d said. A sound plan, if you dared to believe her. Lovie didn’t, but the plan was this:

● Go to Scotland

● Find “The Calum”

● Marry him

Jo had been saving up for this particular trip for three years – ever since Lovie picked up a dog-eared copy of A Laird to Love at a used book store. It was a great read, sure, but why the hell did that one have to fall out of the stack?

Like millions of other women around the globe, Jo had fallen in love with its hero, Calum MacKenzie.

Unlike most of those other women, Jo believed that someone like him was just across the ocean, waiting for her.

“The Calum,” Jo explained to anyone that stopped long enough to listen, was the perfect man. A lover and a fighter, he was a chivalrous, six-foot-four redhead with a six-pack and a penchant for languages. You could find variations of him in the pages of Jo’s vast collection of romance novels.

Campbell. Covington. Cage. Colton.

She had shelves filled with ideal men, but somehow The Calum stood out to her from the rest. Enough to convince Jo that she needed to go to Scotland and find him.

Each year since college, they’d flipped a coin to see who would pick their Christmas vacation destination. This year, Lovie lost. So there they were, thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic, on their way from Philadelphia to Brigadoon…er…Inverness.

Lovie couldn’t believe she’d agreed to spend her measly handful of vacation days tailing Jo through the Scottish Highlands. It was going to be cold and damp.

And damp.

And fucking cold.

There was a beach somewhere with her name on it, and that name was getting washed out to sea. Or sat upon by German tourists. Her lungs deflated in a heavy sigh as her dream of endless mojitos drifted away on the clouds below.

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know.”

Yeah right. Lovie laughed. “You get lost in Chinatown. I can’t even imagine you on your own in another country. Of course, I had to come with you.”

“Your confidence is inspiring,” Jo deadpanned. “I am perfectly capable of looking after myself.” She drew her tiny feet up into the seat and hugged her knees to her chest. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Okay, how about a bodyguard?”

Jo snorted. “You’re not much of one.”

Lovie turned, her brow arched. “I’ve got four inches and twenty-five pounds on you. Put on your seatbelt.”

“Yes mom,” Jo said. “I’ve got it all worked out.” She fumbled with her seatbelt. “When I meet The Calum, and I will meet him, I’ll just play it cool and casual. Like I’m not into him at all. Show just enough of the girls to make him pant after me.” Jo smacked the ends together like she was trying to force a size ten foot into a size six shoe. “What’s wrong with this thing?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Lovie reached over and untwisted the contraption, closing it with a snap.

“I had it.”


“Anyway, as I was saying, I’ll be like a piece of candy that he can’t wait to unwrap.” Throwing her blonde locks over her shoulder, she batted her eyelashes in demonstration.

“So your plan is to lustrate him until he falls in love with you?”

“Good word, lustrate.” Jo grinned. “I’ll have him eating out of my hand. You’ll see.”

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Ten Must-Have of the Fashionable Regency Gentleman


Collette Cameron

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Today’s metrosexual’s (dandies, beaus, or gallants in the 1800s) are no more meticulous about their grooming and appearance than the gentlemen of the Regency era, with one major exception: bathing.

Who hasn’t heard of Beau Brummel or Lord Byron, two men wholly devoted to presenting a flawless appearance?


 Though the Corinthians, peers, and top sawyers of the period might dote excessively on their carefully contrived messy hairstyle, say the unruly Brutus for instance, and a clean-shaven face was the norm (except for long sideburns) washing one’s hair and bathing on a regular basis wasn’t the typical for many.


 Heck why bathe when you could douse yourself in cologne?

 I’m wrinkling my nose at the thought. Shudder.  

The heroes in my books aren’t quite that obsessed with their appearance and they bathe regularly. I insist upon it! I’ll not have them stinking up the pages of my books!

But I digress.

The well put together Regency gent’s attire generally included ten must-haves:  

Beaver hat –  What we call a top-hat today. Made from felted beaver fir, the hat was tall with a flat top and narrow, turn-up brim. (Poor beavers. The beaver populations in the Pacific Northwest were nearly decimated because of this fashion.)


Cutaway or tailcoat - A fitted coat, either double or single-breasted, often made of wool, high in back of the neck with M-shaped tails. Made of many colors, dark color was preferred for evening attire.  (Kind of a pain to flipping them out of the way each time you wanted to sit down, I’d imagine.)

 Waistcoat - Often solid of color, though patterns were popular as well, a waistcoat covered the front of the trousers, was usually single-breasted, and had a stand-up collar. Paisley as we know it today did not come into fashion until 1888. (Found that out when I tried to put a paisley waistcoat on one of my heroes and a sharp critique partner caught it.)

 Cravat or neckcloth - The predecessor of today’s tie, the cravat was a long strip of linen that wrapped around a gentleman’s neck several times and was elaborately tied.  It was often starched so stiff, a gentleman had trouble turning his head.  Almost always white, on rare occasions they might be black. (I did that in one of my books. Also used one for a make-shift bandage.)

Shirt – A simple linen or cotton garment with a high collar and slit at the front. Often, it was the only undergarment worn, though long drawers, sort of like today’s long-johns were worn by some men too. (Explains why there were no panty lines with those tight pantaloons!)

 Gloves - No gentleman would consider leaving home without a donning his gloves. Remember, touching of skin was taboo. (Gotta wonder how almost half of Regency brides ended up expecting before their wedding day.)

 Breeches, trousers or pantaloons - The popularity of breeches had begun to fade during the Regency Era except for evening wear. Trousers had become popular and form-fitting pantaloons were worn with boots. Buckskins were popular for more outdoorsy activities such as riding, stalking (hunting) or fishing.


A quick aside here. Inexpressible were leggings worn so tight, not a whole lot was left to the imagination. (Picture me with a shocked expression!)

Stockings – Worn calf-high, stockings were most often made of silk or cotton.  

Footwear: Wellingtons or Hessians for daytime use and black shoes for formal wear: High boots, custom made of course, were permissible for nearly everything except formal events. Shoes no longer bore heels and slip on shoes, rather like ballet slippers actually, became all the rage.


Extras: Cane, pocket watch, watch fob, quizzing glasses, stick pin, rings, wallet.  


I gave one of my heroes a cane with a hidden short sword. It came in handy when two miscreants tried to rob him!

It strikes me as funny that men could wear pantaloons so tight a flea couldn’t scurry up a hairy leg, but it was absolutely unthinkable for a woman to see a man in his shirtsleeves. Rather like a guy trotting around shirtless today.

There you have it—the well-dressed Regency gentleman, top to toe!

Do you find well-groomed men attractive, or can they go over the top sometimes?

Triumph and Treasure

Book one of Highland Heather Romancing the Scot

A disillusioned Scottish gentlewoman.

Angelina Ellsworth once believed in love—before she discovered her husband of mere hours was a slave-trader and already married. To avoid the scandal and disgrace, she escapes to her aunt and uncle’s, the Duke and Duchess of Waterford. When Angelina learns she is with child, she vows she’ll never trust a man again.


A privileged English lord.

Flynn, Earl of Luxmoore, led an enchanted life until his father committed suicide after losing 

everything to Waterford in a wager. Stripped of all but his title, Flynn is thrust into the role of marquis as well as provider for his disabled sister and invalid mother. Unable to pay his father’s astronomical gambling loss, Flynn must choose between social or financial ruin.

When the duke suggests he’ll forgive the debt if Flynn marries his niece, Flynn accepts the duke’s proposal. Reluctant to wed a stranger, but willing to do anything to protect her babe and escape the clutches of the madman who still pursues her, Angelina agrees to the union.

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Award winning, multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master's in Teaching.  A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been most of her life, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You'll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels.

Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers.

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