Monday, November 24, 2014

Pre-Release Blitz ~ The Sweetest Taboo (IR/erotic/BDSM)

All About Harper Miller

Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple.

A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is her debut novel. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.

When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.

I write because book boyfriends are AWESOME! #singleindieauthorproblems

You can also send me a friend request on Facebook. I love befriending fans! 


New York City, Late Summer 2009

Like many single women who reside in the city that never sleeps, Micah
Foster has had numerous encounters with undesirable men that make her
want to renounce love. Just when she’s
on the verge of calling it quits in her quest to find love and a
sustainable relationship with a Dominant man, her friend Kisa requests
her company for a girl’s night out at Spanxxx, a local fetish club. Both
Kisa and Micah are seasoned submissive players in the BDSM lifestyle.
Micah has been involved in the scene since her early twenties, but she
has yet to meet a Dominant she meshes with and takes seriously. Now, at
age thirty, she continues to search for a connection that repeatedly
eludes her. Under duress, she crosses paths with Dominant Rick Thomas.
Unusual and dire circumstances bring the pair together, and he’s exactly
what Micah has been searching for.

The Sweetest Taboo is aptly
titled. It’s an unconventional erotic love story that provides a
different perspective of a relationship involving D/s and BDSM. The
reader will follow Micah and Rick’s journey from beginning to end.
You’ll laugh, you'll be turned on, and most of all, you’ll find yourself
cheering for their love.

*Disclaimer* If rough sex, an
interracial pairing (Black woman/White man), D/s, and BDSM are of no
interest to you, you should bypass this story. Intended for a mature and
kinky audience. Recommended for adults 18+.

 Random fun facts about Harper

1. I enjoy porn. *bow chica wow wow*
2. I was a professional Dominatrix for a spell. They say write what you know!

3. I'm a pop culture junkie! You'll see a few pop culture references in
my novel. I'm full of useless pop culture information and was once a
semi-finalist on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my favorite show of all time! #teamAngel
5. My favorite movies are: Purple Rain, Desperately Seeking Susan, A Fish Called Wanda, and The Crow
6. I still watch cartoons. Jem and the Holograms is my favorite. It's truly, truly, truly outrageous.

7. I wrote The Sweetest Taboo because I wanted to see an Alpha hero
that wasn't a douche! A lot of tales involving BDSM tend to make the
hero hard nosed and unlikeable. Rick Thomas completely tosses that
ideology aside. He's physically attractive, sensitive, direct, and he's
looking for the perfect sub.
8. I went to Catholic school most of my life hehe. The bad girl was always waiting to come out.
9. I hate rollercoasters.

10. I loveeeee to read and I've missed reading these past few months.
My favorite authors are Zadie Smith, Toni Morrison, Octavia Butler, Tess
Gerritsen, and Nicci French.


“Afternoon.” I shoved My
hands down into the pockets of My lab coat before I did something
unprofessional. “Are you all ready to go?”

she nodded. “Yes, Dr. Thomas. The nurse brought my discharge papers a
few hours ago. i was just packing my stuff before heading out, but i’m
glad You stopped by. i wanted to thank You for Your help.

can’t tell You how humbled i am by Your act of kindness. You saved my
life, and i will be forever grateful,” she said as her eyes darted
around the room, looking everywhere but at Me. she shoved a sweater into
her bag with less care than she took with her other clothing.

her words were sincere, but for whatever reason, I must have made her
nervous, although I wasn’t sure why. she gathered the plastic bag and
her purse before quickly brushing past Me and exiting the room.

This was not how I envisioned things going. I increased My pace and
caught up with micah at the nurse’s station. It was all or nothing; I
only had a few moments to make an impression.

“ms. foster? micah?” I called out. I composed Myself as I approached her.

she slowed her pace, bid farewell to the nurses, then turned in My
direction. I jumped at the opportunity, unable to wait a moment longer.
“ms. foster, I was hoping to speak with you before you left. Once you
signed the discharge papers, the doctor-patient relationship ended. That
means I’m no longer your treating physician and you’re no longer My
patient. With that said, I have a question I’d like to ask. Please hear
Me out. Don’t take this the wrong way . . .”

her facial expression was unreadable, so I continued.

“I’m not trying to be a creep, but I would regret letting you leave
today without at least giving this a fair shot. I sincerely apologize if
you feel this is inappropriate or too forward, but ms. foster, I’d love
your company for a drink or dinner . . . whichever you’d prefer. Will
you allow Me to take you out?”

Waiting for her answer seemed to
take an eternity. she didn't look at My face; instead her gaze landed
somewhere around the name embroidered on the left breast pocket of My
lab coat. her lower lip found its way between her teeth as she stared,
apparently deep in thought. In what seemed to be a delayed reaction, she
gawked up at My face, clearly surprised by My question.

she put off by the entire idea or just caught off guard by My request?
Either way, her answer would let Me know which way she was leaning. I
just hoped to God she wasn’t leaning toward no.

she finally provided Me a small reprieve. “You want to take me out?”


“Like on a date?”

“Yes,” I replied again.

“i’m sorry, Dr. Thomas, but i don’t date,” she said, dismissing Me as she continued toward the elevators.

Oh, she was going to make this interesting. her flippant attitude
bothered the hell out of Me, but I was going to see this through. I
quickly followed in an attempt to catch her before the elevator doors
opened and she walked out of My life.

Coming to select e-book retailers on 11/27 Thanksgiving Day!


Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled
the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back
to the Big Apple.

A lackluster love life leaves time to
explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is
her debut novel. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect,
humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.

When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field
of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking
copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.

 Where to find Harper 

Goodreads author profile:

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Friday, November 21, 2014

$5 Amazon Gift Card & 43 other prizes! Cranberries n' Spice Blog Hop

Sometimes, you have to lose something to appreciate what you have. That's the situation my heroine finds herself in in my recent release, TuDawgs. Melody "Nicey" Alexander has lost everything, thanks to her affair with the lieutenant governor, but she's about to find out that what she has left is more than enough. The story is an erotic romp through a carnival, a tale about a bad girl and a carnie, and how to find your way back home. 

I'm giving away a $5 Amazon gift card and  (1) ebook copy of TuDawgs. 

We soon reached the double-length booth. Cheap glassware glittered under hot lights. Glasses, baking dishes, clear plates, coffee cups, and ash trays were stacked so the easy-to-land tosses would net something small or garish. The more desirable items perched on rotating platforms. Squinting, I studied the wares.

The booth attendant approached. I handed over eight quarters and got back twenty-five dimes. “Uh, you miscounted.” I handed five coins back, raising my voice to be heard over the guy calling bingo in the next tent.

“Nah, you’re good,” the young man assured me, darting a look at Carnie from under raised brows. He curled my fingers over the coins. “Keep ‘em. Call it a customer loyalty bonus.”

Carnie snorted and glared at the teenager. “Yeah, right.” Was he jealous? The kid couldn’t be twenty.

I spied a red casserole dish with a clear glass lid. There were several more scattered throughout the display, in various sizes. I pointed to one about three inches square, atop of one of the rotating stands. The small ones would be the hardest to win, since it’d be easier for the dime to slide off the miniscule surface. The dishes were perfect to hold leftovers when my mother cooked for one—after I found a way to move out.

“Aim for those.” I pointed.

Carnie huffed. “You say that like my mama doesn’t need new drinking glasses.”

His aggrieved look made me burst out laughing. He was easy to be around. God, did I ever need someone easy to be around.

“Okay, but if I stick this dime, you’re kissing me.” He waved the coin under my nose.

“And if you miss?”

“I kiss you.”

I threw my dime. “You must know a lot of dumb women.” The coin skidded across the bottom of the upended dish and fell off the other side.

The attendant yelled, “Winner! Winner!” He reached into the display and turned, sitting a striped tea glass in front of me. I slid the tumbler in front of Carnie.

“Looks like you’re not going home to mama empty-handed after all.” I took aim again, breathing deep and trying to calm down, so I could take a little off my throw. The dime struck the same spot as before and began to skid. I grabbed Carnie’s arm, jumping up and down. “Stop. C’mon, stop!”

The leading edge hung over the side, but the coin stayed on the dish.

“We got us another winner!” the young carnival worker cried. He lifted the tablecloth and grabbed an identical dish from a big box underneath. After popping the lid on top, he placed my prize on the railing in front of me.

“I think you’re a ringer,” Carnie said, poking me in the rib. “Tell the truth. You throw dimes for a living.”
“No, but I used to rake them in.” He raised a brow and I regretted bring up the topic. No sense getting depressed. “I’m two for two… and you?” I faked a grin, overwhelmed by a surge of longing for my former position as fundraising director for a children’s charity.

He dragged his dime along the side of his jaw. Think about that nice, square jaw. Not Deuce Tattersall or the job he cost me.

“For the record, I prefer intelligent women.” Carnie’s coin struck the side of the dish I’d hit. He laughed when the dime bounced off and landed on the white table covering. “Looks like you get a kiss.”

Why not? I lifted my chin as he moved close. His body blocked out the hustle and bustle around us. The rock and roll rhythm blaring from the nearby rides pounded through me. He moved one hand to the small of my back, pulling me against him. But he took his sweet time lowering his head.

There’s a place between being manhandled and being handled by a man that turns my will to water. Carnie made himself at home in that spot.

He didn’t try to take more than I offered. No tongue forced itself into my mouth. His lips were firm, yet soft. I enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body. His warmth was welcome in the crisp, evening air. This is nice.

When Carnie raised his head, he stared into my eyes for a long moment, then leaned in again. This time, he brushed his lips back and forth over mine. The soft friction generated a tingle that lingered on my lips long after he pulled away and sailed his dime through the air.

Very nice. I couldn’t keep staring, so I looked for an easier dish to aim for. His coin struck the side of the dish but ricocheted onto the ground. “Oh, look. You get another kiss.”

He turned toward me. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. I expected another chaste kiss, but he teased his way inside my mouth. I forgot about the stupid dishes. I forgot my vow to give up bad boys. I forgot I was only with him to piss Molly off. All I could think was how good he tasted and how damn well he kissed.

 Stroke for stroke, I responded eagerly, exploring him and letting him explore me. I slid my hands underneath the denim jacket, enjoying the way his muscles felt against my palms.

“Hey, Brass. You gonna pitch a dime or pitch a tent?” The young attendant snickered.

What kind of name is Brass? Insider joke, no doubt about his balls. Nobody named their kid Brass. I decided to stick with Carnie.

Carnie broke away with a growl. Wordlessly, he tossed his entire handful of dimes over his shoulder and put his hand at the small of my back again, pulling me closer. Pressed to his chest, my nipples began to throb. The sensation echoed between my thighs.

“Damn, brother. You trying to break me?” Glass clinked behind us when the attendant moved his winnings to the wide rail at Carnie’s back. Paper rattled, but I was lost in the man.

“Hey, lady. Isn’t this you?”

I broke away and stared in horror at the crumpled newspaper the young man held up. My face stared back, schooled into the mask I wore walking into the Columbia FBI office with my hands locked into steel cuffs.
The bold headline screamed. Lt. Governor’s Mistress Set Free in Children’s Charity Scam Case.

Set free. Not “exonerated,” but set free, like little elves worked some magical spell to conceal my guilt. No one conceals guilt from the FBI. Those bastards ripped my life apart until they knew which brand of tampons I prefer. No, their investigation was more intense than that. They knew which coupons I’d clipped for those tampons were expired. 
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Cover Reveal! Deeper by Allyn Lesley

Cover Reveal hosted by Obsessive Pimpettes Promotions

Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life. 

Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her...

Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.

There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.

Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi's in deeper. 

Deeper is an interracial romantic suspense novel by new author Allyn Lesley.

Allyn Lesley © 2014

Noah shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t touch her without permission. “What’s your name?”
She straightened her posture, meeting his stare while folding her arms over her chest. “What’s yours?”  
Noah laughed out loud.
Well look at this. She has the balls to question me to my face?
He stepped closer to the woman who piqued his interest. “I like that you don’t scare easily. But I asked you first.”
Damn, she’s short. Her head just reached his shoulder. His gaze lowered to her open-toe gold shoes that showed off the cutest digits he’d ever seen. He appreciated that even in heels he towered over her. Her glare greeted him when he returned his attention back to her face.
“And I asked you second,” she countered with a hand on her hip. “We could play this all night, Mister.”
Noah’s gaze deliberately dropped from her tasty-looking lips down to her green dress with the cutout that flirted with her thick thighs. Noah slowly retraced his path up her body and conveyed his intent.
Oh yeah, I’m so fucking you tonight.
By the time their eyes connected again, Noah’s grin had split his face, revealing a set of deep dimples and gleaming white teeth. She failed miserably at making her small smile into a scowl. His grin disappeared when she took a step backward.
“Noah Adams.” The name you’ll be screaming later. He stretched his right hand out, hoping she’d be polite enough to shake. The feel of her hand would have to hold him until he got to the rest in his bed later.

**Deeper will be released January 2015**

Allyn Lesley writes real stories about real people. 

As a teen, Allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In Allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.

The giveaway begins at 12 AM on November 3, 2014 and ends at 12 AM on November 8, 2014.