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Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor – Kryssie Fortune
Hot Excerpt from Cecilia Tan’s new BDSM novel HARD RHYTHM
Keta Diablo Shares About Her New Historical Romance Book!

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor – Kryssie Fortune

Firstly, I’d thank you so much Cailin for letting me drop by. I’ve brought a young friend with me, Ben Devlin, and he wants to tell you something. Go one, Ben, It’s okay.

Ben Devlin
Age 10
Gender Male
Profession  Schoolboy

Ben, why don’t you tell everyone about yourself?

Hi, I’m Ben Devlin. I’m ten years old, almost eleven. I’m a bit skinny but mom says I’ll fill out as I get bigger. I want to learn jujitsu or something, but there’s no classes in Westhorpe Ridge. I didn’t really want to move here, but mom went ahead and bought the hotel from her grandmother. Now I’m here, I love living by the sea.

My hair’s black and I’ve got too many curls. I want to get it hair cut really short to get rid of my curls, but mom won’t let me. Is that okay?

That’s fine, Ben. Tell us about your time before you came to Westhorpe Ridge

We lived in Washington DC, in a tiny apartment. Mom never let me play out like she does here. Did I say she bought me a new bike for Christmas? It’s black with gold flames painted on the frame.

Sorry, you wanted to know about Washington. I spent ages at the after-school clubs or training for the baseball team. There’s just me and mom, you see. She had me the year after high school. Then she went to college to get her Maths degree. There’s always been just the two of us. My dad’s a scumbag who walked away and left her when she was pregnant—only mom doesn’t like me calling him that.

What does your mom do for a living?

Mom always taught high school, but with lesson prep and everything, she never got to Baseball games or even school shows. I hated that.

If I’d had a dad, she might have been able to come. Then, about six months back, she announced she was buying her grandmother’s hotel and moving back to Westhorpe Ridge.

Now she runs Devlin’s Hotel. It’s great because she’s there when our school team has a game, but she’s always tired. She gets up at dawn and doesn’t go to bed until late. I think the hotel needs more things doing than she expected.

What’s the best thing about living in Westhopre Ridge

Duffy. The sheriff’s dog. Sean, that’s the sheriff, is married to Jazz who runs the hotel bakery. Mom grew up in Westhorpe Ridge and she was at school with Sean. I think she kissed his best friend, Adam. Sean talks about Adam a lot.

I can’t believe mom ever dated a creep like Adam

Sean said Adam went to medical school in California then he joined the Army. I wish he’d stayed there. Instead, he came back here yesterday, and he yelled at me. Okay, he pulled me out of a rip current first, but he’s horrible. I wish mom had never been friends with him then I wouldn’t have to see him again. I don’t think mom likes him much since she hit him on the head with a beer bottle.

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor


After Adam Montgomery walked away and left her pregnant, dare Mandy trust him with her heart again?


Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family–under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam—the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

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About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that ends on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone, even when they’re part of a series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit.

Hot Excerpt from Cecilia Tan’s new BDSM novel HARD RHYTHM

Maddie Rofel has a sharp mind and a bad-girl body. After ten years in LA working jobs from clerk in a sex toy shop to exotic dancer she thinks she has seen and done it all. Once upon a time, bad boys were her catnip but now Maddie just wants to get keep everyone in line at her job as a hostess in Hollywood’s most exclusive secret dungeon, The Governor’s Club.

Chino Garcia is the drummer for the “hottest” rock band in the world, the blatantly kinky group known as The Rough. He’s been coming to The Governor’s Club every month for half a year but never seems to put the moves on any of the willing subs there.

That’s because the only one he’s interested in doesn’t seem to be a “willing sub” at all, Maddie herself.


I was startled to see Chino Garcia come into the club. I’d assumed the band was out of town, but apparently not. Chino strutted into the dungeon like the cock of the walk. Or as my dad used to call it, the walk of the cock. “A bad boy like that just wants to stick it somewhere warm,” he had warned me.

When I was younger I hadn’t heeded that warning. Bad boys were my catnip, the thing that made me roll on my back and yowl. But after years in Hollywood, I was jaded to the tattoos and the macho saunter. Maybe if I’d spent less time chasing those guys, I’d be something more than a dungeon hostess and sex toy expert now.

I watched Chino cross the room to greet Sakura and Ricki, and I saw Sakura look him up and down. Was she trying to figure out if that strutting attitude translated to dom or sub? I know I was. Since the guys in The Rough had joined the club, I hadn’t seen Chino play. Oh sure, he joined in happily enough when it was Ricki’s birthday and Axel made her crawl through “the paddy-whack machine”. But being sexually adventurous didn’t reveal whether he was a sadist or a masochist, a top or a bottom, a dom or a sub. Usually anyone who came into the club identified themselves right away so they could find a partner. Chino hadn’t, and that bugged the hell out of me. I was used to doms being bossy and subs being needy and Chino was neither.

He slipped off his leather jacket as he greeted Ricki. He was wearing nothing but leather pants and tattoos underneath. I felt as if a cool breeze had just blown across my own bare shoulders, goose bumps rising and my fingers itching to touch his ink all of a sudden.

Stop it, I told myself. He annoys the fuck out of you and you’re better off steering clear of him. I didn’t appreciate how he turned everything into a joke. But when he threw back his head and laughed at something Sakura said, I found myself adjusting my corset as my nipples hardened against the supple leather. I stared at the long line of his neck, leading down a buff, well-inked chest. Playing drums kept him in ridiculously perfect shape.

My hormones must have been peaking or something. I made myself tear my eyes away from him and went to do a rounds check of the rooms, to see which were in use and whether any of them needed a resupply of condoms or lube. It was still early in the evening, though, everyone still socializing and warming up.

When I came back Gwen was showing the new paddles to the group. “Can’t wait to find out what these feel like,” she enthused, “but I have to wait until Mal gets back.”

Chino picked one up and swung it in slow motion like a tennis forehand. Then he made eyes at me. “Hey, Madison, aren’t you the one who usually shows off new things around here?”

“You bet I am,” I snapped, holding out my hand for the paddle in challenge. Let’s see how fast this joker backs down. “I’d love to see how many you can take before you beg for mercy.”

He twirled it by the leather loop on the handle instead of handing it over. “Is that right? Who do you think could take more, you or me?”

Sakura’s eyes lit up and she came between us. “If you wanted a fair test, I could paddle you both.”

Chino’s eyes were locked on mine, though. Not backing down at all. “Naw. I think the only way it’d be fair is if we take turns beating each other. You think you can take ten at a time? Twenty?”
“Twenty per set, no bondage, hands on the wall, drop hands and you lose,” I said, staring right back at him. Oh, I was so on fire to put him in his place, to make him lose that smirk.

“Agreed,” he said. “Should we flip a coin to see who goes first?”

I clucked my tongue. “Tsk, no. You can beat me first to make sure this contest isn’t over too quickly.”

Chino sketched a bow in my direction and then gestured toward the empty area of wall across from the Catherine wheel. “Then, if you’ll assume the position, please.”

I took my skirt off, revealing my thong underneath, and placed my hands on the wall. There was no way I was going to lose this contest. Gwen had nicknamed me “Iron Butt” after the first time she’d tested new hardwood paddles on me. I was sure Chino was either going to be all bravado and turn the scene into a joke, like he did every conversation we’d ever had. Or he was going to turn out to be a secret sub. How long would it be before he was actually begging me to spank him?

Those thoughts entertained me while I waited for him to start. I imagined his ink-black hair plastered to his neck with passionate sweat while he looked up at me from his knees…

What was taking him so long anyway? I glanced back: he was gathering a crowd of spectators.

And he’d stripped down to nothing. My jaw dropped. The real thing was even better than my imagination. His entire body was lean, hard muscle, not the chunky bulk of a weight-lifting nut but the powerful form of a man who actually used his muscles for something. He’d even stripped off his leather pants, revealing the dragon tattoo on his leg and the fact that he was already hard. Just from anticipation of paddling me? If so, there went my theory that he was a closet sub.

I was really in trouble now.

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Keta Diablo Shares About Her New Historical Romance Book!

Sky Dreams by Keta DiabloKeta Diablo is visiting today with her new historical romance book! Take it away, Keta.

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Hi everyone,

Thanks so much for stopping by Cailin’s blog today.

I have a new release to show off and thank you so much in advance for reading about it.

SKY DREAMS is Book 3 in my historical romance Sky Series set in Minnesota. The first two books, Sky Tinted Water, Book 1 and Sky Dance, Book 2 feature Dawson and Rory Finch (resident hero and heroine). Both books have an element of suspense and a  Native American slant. The 1862 Dakota Uprising took place and was a very turbulent time for many of the small communities in southern Minnesota. And we can’t forget about the Civil War (Minnesota fought for the North) so that made for an exciting, if not a bit dangerous time, for Rory and Dawson.

In Sky Dreams, Book 3, their daughter, Haven Finch Morgan is featured. You can read more about her plight in the blurb below. I’ve supplied plenty of angst for our heroine while she navigates through widowhood and struggles to find love again.

But isn’t that what romance is all about?

About Sky Dreams, Book 3

A sweet historical romance

Keta Diablo

In Sky Tinted Water (Book 1) and Sky Dance (Book 2) you met Dawson and Rory Finch and shared in the journey of their love. Now, in Sky Dreams (Book 3), meet their daughter, Haven.

In 1893, Haven Morgan is a young widow. Heartbroken and alone after her husband’s tragic death, she travels to Cobb’s Grove, Minnesota to teach at the country school.

Her curiosity is piqued when she meets the handsome supervisor of the local lumber mill, Cade Kincannon, but the trauma of her husband’s death haunts her days and torments her dreams.

Can Cade break through the veil of darkness shrouding Haven, forge a path to her heart and convince her it’s all right to love again?

Setup and Excerpt: Haven relives her husband’s death while riding the train to teach school at Cobb’s Grove, Minnesota.

Haven’s heart raced, beads of perspiration erupted on her brow. Bile choked her throat when her mind returned to the nightmarish images seconds later.

The severed, crumpled bodies appeared in a rush. Blood, so much blood against the stark white landscape. Shep had been tossed a rod from her husband’s body and stomped to death, his lifeless form flat as a fence board. Sprawled out on his side, crimson streams had arced and pumped from deep gashes in Champion’s withers and belly. A pinkish-foam oozed from the horse’s nostrils, the once beautiful brown eyes now closed in death. Underneath Champion’s still form lay her beloved Mathias, his feet still hooked into the stirrups.

She’d clutched her hand to her throat, dismounted in one swift movement and trudged through drifts up to her calves. Dropping to her knees, she’d tried in vain to pull his lifeless form out from under the horse. And then she saw his face. The earth spun out of control. The brown eyes that had gazed at her with so much longing and tenderness that morning were open, like his mouth. His chest was still, his skin pale gray, as if all the blood had been siphoned from his beautiful face.

A long time later, exhausted from crying out her anguish, she turned a ravaged face to the sky and cursed God. Swore she’d never put her faith in him again, questioned his all-encompassing compassion. How could a loving God allow this to happen to Mathias…to her?

The unmistakable grunting and pawing of a large beast drew her from her misery. Without looking at her nemesis, she pulled her husband’s rifle from the scabbard and rose to her feet on that icy battleground. With tear-stained face, her body racked by sobs, she faced the culprit of her agony. A wreath of white snow encircled his massive head as he pawed and stomped at the ground, intent on destroying yet another human who dared enter his territory.

She took aim and emptied the rifle into the monster that had crushed her world, and then she mounted Bluebelle and headed for home in a fog of despair.

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Again, my humble thanks for stopping by. If you read Sky Dreams, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads,

Happy Holidays and Happy Reading,

Keta Diablo

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