Monday, January 16, 2012

Celebrate Xavier Axelson's Upcoming First Paranormal Book, Lily (Paranorma​l, M/M)

XavierAxelson is pleased to announce his first paranormal book, LILY, will be released from Silver Publishing January 14th, 2011 & to celebrate this release, he is on a blog tour. Drop by and celebrate with Xavier, maybe win prizes as well.


Book Trailer:


When Pryor's daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is convinced she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods.  He swears she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation making him see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the forest?  When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his nightmare has only just begun...



I am Lily's father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing in this world.

Unfortunately, my daughter dwells in another world.
* * * * *

I glanced at the necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.

The old clock on the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that department. Time always does.

Ned moved against me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love had disappeared from my life all together.

The clock still hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my eyes.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I was," I replied softly.

"No you weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.

"It's Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another tear fell.

"Come closer," he whispered.

"How much closer could I get?"

"Closer," he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.

His lips brushed on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.

"I never get sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.

Smiling, I turned in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him. 'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was amazing.

I kissed him and was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain one of us was going to stop breathing.

He finally relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.

"Fuck, you make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.

His hand reached for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough hands and my skin.

"You like that?"

I nodded, I did like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy after Lily disappeared.

His hands were rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a year, I guess he kind of did.

"You want me to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck cock.

"What do you think?"

My response excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told me just enough.

When you had a daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.

Where to find Xavier Axelson:


Drop by the following blog tour stops and celebrate Xavier's first ever paranormal book, Lily, with him. Prize giveaways at random blogs.


 12th: Lee Brazil’s Crawl into Bed Blog

15th: Raine Delight’s Blog

17th: Katie Alexander’s Blog

19th: Blogging at Coffee and Porn

20th: Chris Quinton’s Blog

22nd: Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog

24th: Tabitha Shay’s blog

25th: Sue Brown’s Blog

26th:  LisaWorrall’s Blog

27th: Amber Skyze’s Blog

27th: Shannon Leigh’s Blog

31st: DC Juris’s Blog


 1st: Christie Gordon’s Blog

2nd: Michael Mandrake’s Blog

4th: Romance Lives Forever Blog with KayelleAllen

5th: Gale Stanley’s Blog

10th: Melissa Bradley’s Blog

11th: Kharisma Rayne’s Blog

13th: Love Romances & More Review Blog

17th: Icy Snow Blackstone’s Blog

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The First Annual Natalie Acres Boot Scootin' Boogie Blog Tour!

Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts (LoveXtreme) Cowboy Boots 3

Natalie Acre's first ever blog tour in honor of her new release coming November 7th. Natalie will be giving away prizes at the end of the blog tour so make sure to comment because the more times you comment the better chance you have to win!


Seduction turns deadly when Abby Rose, an agent with the Underground Unit, decides to put a provocative spin on revenge. Her plan to sleep with a cartel leader backfires when fellow operatives refuse to let Abby face her enemy alone.

Abby’s fellow agents begin the fight of their lives. After discovering Abby will use her body to lure in the man who killed her father and their command leader, seven highly trained special operatives cope with high tensions as each man comes to terms with feelings they never acknowledged.

This team isn’t fighting for another cause or plotting the best way to take out their mark. The stakes are much higher. These men will take up arms and meet their greatest challenge as they work together to protect the woman they admire and love.


Abby looked freshly fucked. That’s the only way Ace knew how to describe her. She had a soft glow to her cheeks when she stepped away from the car. Her round nipples were hard, pressing through her thin light blue shirt, and those plaid shorts looked crumpled. Some heavy petting must’ve occurred in the backseat of that SUV.

“Hey you,” Ace said, forcing a smile. “I’m glad to see you’re in one piece.”

“I’m fine, Ace,” she assured him, glancing over her shoulder.

Judson slid out of the vehicle. Ace took a ragged breath. He wasn’t worried about Judson. He wasn’t the competition. He’d held Abby’s heart in the palm of his hand for a very short time.

Ace had been with her for the last five years.

Judson stuck out his hand, “Nice to see you, Ace.”

The others politely greeted Judson as well. By the time Kit stepped away from the automobile, everyone stood on the driver’s side of the Suburban. Kit and Brantley exchanged words, and everyone was introduced. Ace and Brantley were the only two operatives who’d worked with Kit in the past. Their time together was brief.

Thank God.

“Ace,” Kit said, narrowing his gaze. “You look stressed. How’s it going?”

“I’m super, you?” He stuck out his hand and shook. Damn, that hurt. He immediately wondered where the guy’s hands had been.

“Never better,” he replied, winking at Abby.

Ace stalked across the garage and stormed inside. Behind him, Brantley said, “We’ll discuss our plans once everyone gets settled in. Stop off at the refrigerator and grab you something to drink. We have plenty of snacks in the pantry. Meet upstairs in the control room in fifteen.”

Ace entered the kitchen. Abby was right behind him. No time like the present to get a few things out of the way.

She hit the last step. He grabbed her arm. Casey saw everything.

Right as Ace dragged her into the utility room, Casey said, “I got this, Ace. You can owe me later.”

There was a brass latch at the top of the door, Ace used it. He slid the lever in place, turned around, and faced his fears. Time to play, and way past time to sate the need and satisfy the longing. Although he feared after he fucked her, things would only get worse.

“I’m in love with you.”

“What?” she asked, acting surprised.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t see this coming,” Ace said, stalking her. “Don’t act as if you don’t know there’s something between us.” He loosened his belt, snapped it as he pulled the leather away from the denim. Shirtless after working in the hayfields all afternoon, he noticed how her gaze worked across his dusty, hay-coated abs.

“I’m hot. I’m sweaty. I’ve been farming all day.” He reached behind her and turned on the shower nozzle. A matter of convenience more than anything else, the mudroom housed a washer, dryer, toilet, sink, and small shower stall. “And I need to clean up.”

She placed her hand over her mouth and hid a smile.

“Considering I don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve let touch you, I think a bath is in order for you, too.”

“Ace this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard of,” Abby said. “You’re what? Jealous of Kit and now you’re ready to fuck me?”

“You’re half right,” he replied, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her against him. “I’m not jealous, but I am gonna fuck you. Right here. Right now. I don’t care if someone interrupts us or not.”

“Ace, no,” she said, shaking her head.

“Why? Because you don’t want to hurt him?”

She thinned her lips.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyes watered.

“You do,” he said, processing.

“I always will,” she informed him.

Ace felt his jaw tighten. He felt like a blasted fool now. Maybe he should’ve asked her about her feelings for Kit before he dragged her off to the shower.

“And I’ve known for a long time I’m in love with you, too.”

He felt his jaw relax. “Of course you are.” He hoped like hell he didn’t sound pussy whipped. “Yeah, you are.” The second time sounded more confident.

“You should believe that,” she whispered as she stood on her tiptoes and took their first kiss. Her wicked tongue jabbed through his sealed lips. They parted and welcomed the invasion, the overdue moment that would prove they somehow weathered the storm.

Copyright © 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I am a guest author at Sarah Ballance's blog today!

It was a fun interview for me and Sarah made it painless. lol Stop by and say hello and read my interview. You know you want to.

My interview with Sarah Ballance

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Another Chance has been released early!!

You can get it here, right now at All Romance Ebooks Another Chance.

In the next 48 hours it will roll out at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand and a Coffeetimes Romance.  

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Excerpt from Another Chance by Katie Alexander and Kelli Lee Mosley

Our first book with Rebel Ink Press will be out June 1st!  I just got the okay to post an excerpt and wanted to share it with you.  Someone pinch me!  Just not too hard cuz I bruise easy. ;)


Title: Another Chance
Author: Katie Alexander and Kelli Lee Mosley
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Release Date: June 1, 2011
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Buy Link: TBA
Megan Mason had a fabulous family, a wonderful husband, amazing friends, a great job and a beautiful home. All she needed was a baby to make her life complete. Little did she know, however, that asking her husband for a child would end her marriage. Suffering the ultimate betrayal, Megan returns to her childhood home to rebuild her life. Grayson Burke had it all. His family’s construction company was financially sound business was booming. He loved his job and better yet, he worked with two of his best friends. To an outsider looking in, Grayson's life probably seemed perfect. But in reality, Grayson's dream woman wasn't only married to someone else, she was his buddies little sister which meant she was untouchable in every sense of the word. When Grayson learns that Megan is headed home, everything in his world seems to flip upside down. There's no way he could ever approach a woman whose life has been destroyed. Right? And besides, his friends would kill him. Wouldn't they?


Excerpt: Megan closed the last of the suitcases she'd strewn every which way all over the bedroom floor. Looking around the empty room, it was easy to remember what once had been. The bed sat on the right facing the French doors, and curtains in the same matching sage and purple hues as the bedding dressed the doors and the windows. On her dresser, a collection of perfume bottles sat upon a silver framed mirror along with a matching hairbrush and comb. Everything in the room had been perfect. Now everything Megan owned was in boxes, all of which were on their way to their new home. Most of the bedroom furniture belonged to her Megan's grandmother. After the older woman passed, her furniture, along with many other sentimental belongings in the house in Idaho, were left to Megan. Things that meant so little to anyone else meant the world to Megan. Her ex husband, Alan, certainly never liked any of them and he never bothered to keep his opinions about it to himself either. He was always saying her old things were never as good as anything brand new and why would she want that old crap anyway. Calling Megan's sentimental mementos crap upset her greatly, but what could she do? Alan was her husband. She tried to understand that he wanted to create a new life and her antique family treasures weren't part of the image he wanted for himself or his wife.

Megan walked to the French doors and stepped out onto the patio. The impatients and roses that lined the iron balcony were still there and their petals were almost too bright in the morning sun. Pinks, purples and yellows bloomed all around her and the fragrance in the air made her breathe in deeply. The smell would always remind her of working in the garden with her grandmother. Since the flowers wouldn't make the trip across the country, Megan decided to leave them behind. Looking out at the backyard one more time, Megan felt a bit lost. The garden is where she's always found peace. It was where she hid from her problems. And Lord knew her marriage seemed to be littered with more problems than she could've escaped in a lifetime. Megan's grandma always said that if you needed to think out a problem, it was better to do it elbow deep in dirt. Maybe that was why the garden always looked so good. Getting dirty didn't solve everything, but it gave her an escape from reality through the troubled years. When the tears threatened to fall, she turned and went back inside. Megan closed the doors and turned the lock. Too bad there wasn't a way to lock the memories away too.

It was easy to think that back then life was solid and calm. But who was she kidding? Life then had been hell and Megan needed to keep reminding herself of that each time she felt like giving up. If she didn't, she'd never follow through with her plans to start over.

Megan's marriage had been rocky from the beginning. She'd just finished college in Boise when she had met Alan Mason. The man was too beautiful--blond hair and baby blue eyes that had the power to mesmerize Megan. He was tall and had a lean runner's body. He was sophisticated and knew exactly what to say to Megan to get her to drop her guard. It didn't even take him a week to get her into bed. That alone should have been a red flag but Megan ignored it along with all the other signs that seem to point to the fact that trouble seemed to follow Alan Mason.

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Katie Alexander
...sometimes sassy but always sweet
Twitter ~ @katie1alexander


Thursday, May 12, 2011

I am a guest author at Raine Delight's blog today!

I am a guest author today at Raine Delight's blog.  I have a prize to give away and all you have to do is answer one simple trivia question.  Stop by to say hello and enter my contest for your chance to win.

Raine Delight blog

Contest Information:
Answer this trivia question to win this gorgeous bracelet. Contest runs till Saturday May 14th @ Noon est with winner announced on Raine Delight's blog Saturday evening.
Trivia question: How long did it take to finish Another Chance? You can find the answer on my web site.

Katie Alexander's blog
Katie Alexander's web site
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Friday, April 29, 2011

I am a guest author at Rebel Reasoning today!

I am a guest author at Rebel Reasoning today.  I am talking about what it is like having a writing partner.  Please stop by and say hello or ask me a question.  I would love to hear from you!

Rebel Reasoning