Hero or Sitting Duck? Or Both? #romance #novel #BDSM #Bookhugs @KryssieFortune

Author Kryssie Fortune is here today to kick off our #Bookhugs blog exchange with an excerpt from her newest erotic romance.

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“We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.” — Philip Pullman

Each friendship offers something totally unique — and irreplaceable. Each friendship ultimately makes us who we are.

We all know, a true friend is hard to find. So when you do find one, hang on tight! It also doesn’t hurt to let your best friends know every now and then just how much they mean to you.

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Let me tell you about my latest book release – Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier. It’s Book 4 in my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series, and like the previous three, it’s a stand-alone HEA romance.

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Blurb:

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

Buy links:
Loose id,  Amazon USA,  Amazon UK,  Kobo

Excerpt:

Inside the dump truck’s hopper, Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”

Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win. Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”

She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”

Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.

He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”

She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.

Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster.

Kryssie FortuneMore about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

Kryssie loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

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Or you can email her direct on Kryssie.Fortune@aim.com

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TheMagic Christmas Train by @JinaBacarr #KindleScout

My friend Jina Bacarr is here today to tell us about her new release up at Kindle Scout, The Magic Christmas Train. After the excerpt, she explains the Kindle Scout program.

But first, the spectacular cover designed by Jina herself.

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The Magic Christmas Train by Jina Bacarr

Who says you can’t go home again?

On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.

This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.

In 1943.

I was engaged to be married back then, but the man I loved was called up for active duty and was killed. An old letter written after the war on army stationary tugged at my heart, detailing why the mission went wrong. What if I could change that? Warn him back in this time. Can I save his life?

Or will fate have a bigger surprise in store for me?

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Short excerpt:
Kate is talking about the man she loves with her sister Lucy:

Posey Creek, Pennsylvania
December 12, 1943

I turned away so she didn’t see my cheeks tint. I get this way every time I think of Jeff. I’m in awe of his broad shoulders filling the doorway of his office down at the mill. Standing there and watching me when I walked by. Smiling. For a few blissful moments, everything around us stopped except for the constant hum of the machinery on the factory floor, the paper presses pounding out their never-ending rhythm.

I could barely keep walking, knowing he was watching me.

The memory of him touching me with his big, strong hands, his hard body so dangerously close to my softness made me crazy. I ached for him next to me at night, the rich, masculine smell of him filling me up when I closed my eyes. His hard body spooning next to me. I knew what I wanted.

I wanted Jeff to love me like a woman, to make me his.

And every day we waited made it harder when we were together. We’d get a little bit closer to losing control, his hand on my waist, then smoothing over my hip, and oh, God, when he ran his fingers up and down my thigh, I wanted to jump on his bones. Rip off his shirt and that funny tie he wore that was never straight, like he never took the time to fix it right. He was that kind of man. On the move, doing this, signing that, except when it came to me.

Then he loved me nice and slow.

Taking his time, but every night it was getting harder and harder to push him away.

I was so afraid the night would come when I couldn’t push him away.
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Kindle Scout Info:

What is Kindle Scout and how does it work?

Kindle Scout is where you, the reader, choose which books are published! http://kindlescout.amazon.com

If the book(s) you nominate are chosen for publication, then you receive a FREE advance copy from Amazon.

My Kindle Scout book is called “The Magic Christmas Train”

It’s a Holiday Time Travel romance: https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2KIO6Y23OFN2J

Imagine if you could go back to a special Christmas, see family and friends you miss, and change the course of your life . . . and save the man you love from being killed overseas during World War 2.

So hop aboard the Magic Christmas Train and meet the Arden Family doing their best to support the troops during that Christmas of 1943.

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author Jina BacarrAbout Jina Bacarr:

I discovered early on I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve. I grew up listening to their wild outlandish tales and it was those early years of storytelling that led to my love of history and traveling. I enjoy writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by my side. I adore dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking, and rainy days in museums.

Connect with Jina online:

Facebook: http://facebook.com/JinaBacarr.author
Twitter: http://twitter.com/JinaBacarr
Once Upon a Story blog: http://jinabacarr.wordpress.com
Videos: https://vimeo.com/user216350
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/jbacarr

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