xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: July 2018

Monday, 16 July 2018

The President's Wife by Seeley Kay #rafflecopter #giveaway #romance #lawyers

The President’s Wife 
by Seelie Kay

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About The President’s Wife: 
What happens when one of your best friends, the First Lady of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, appears to be an imposter? If you’re criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, you pursue the truth like a rabid dog, then wage a battle to save your friend’s life.

When criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant travels to Washington, D.C. to join her former college roommate, Marella de la Aerelli, in celebrating her husband’s election as the first president of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, she is met with an unpleasant surprise. Her friend of almost 30 years not only looks unwell, she is cold and distant. After Julianna becomes convinced the woman is really an imposter, she attempts to expose the faux Marella by using a secret only she, Marella, and the sitting U.S. President share. In the process, Julianna helps to uncover an international conspiracy to seize control of the new country, using the president’s wife as a pawn in a dangerous and potentially deadly game. Will Marella be rescued before a coup takes place? Or will she become collateral damage in one tiny nation’s fight to be free?

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The state dinner at the White House was in full swing. Waiters were busy delivering food and pouring wine, as guests ate and chatted with others seated at their tables.

Julianna picked at her dinner, some sort of beef dish with quirky vegetables, and continued to study Lodatian President Georges and Mrs. Marella de la Aerelli, as they chatted quietly with the U.S. president and his wife. Marella barely looked up from her plate, and conversation with her hosts appeared to be minimal. God, that is so not the Marella I know. She hasn’t even acknowledged me and I sent her an email informing her that I would be here.

Julianna set her fork down on her plate and nudged her husband, Little River, Wisconsin Police Chief David Manders. “Something’s wrong.” Julianna whispered. “Marella looks wrong. Maybe she’s just tired after the campaign, but she looks sick. Too thin and too pale. And she isn’t smiling. Marella is always smiling, even when she feels like shit. And she hasn’t even looked at me. Why is she ignoring me? Something is not right. I can feel it.”

David looked at his wife and tried to hide his smile. “Jules, you find a conspiracy behind every door these days,” he said quietly. He looked around to ensure that the other four couples seated at their table were otherwise engaged. “I vote for tired, no, make that exhausted. My God, five months ago, she was a farm wife in Lodatia, now she’s been thrust into the international spotlight as the wife of the President. That would exhaust anyone. I know if you ran for president, it would have a negative impact on me.”

Julianna smirked. “If I became President, sir, it would have a negative impact on both of us.”
David sighed and ran a hand through his short, silver hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed at his wife, his fondness apparent. “Well, instead of jumping to conclusions, let’s wait until the reception at the Lodatian Embassy. There are a lot of rules and protocols for visiting dignitaries. Maybe it just isn’t appropriate to buddy up to an old friend at a state dinner. Once you get up close and personal with Marella, you can get a better fix on things. That woman has been through the wringer, what with that opposition group trying to assassinate her husband not once, but twice. I imagine the stress of clinging to Lodatia’s newly formed democratic government is a kind of like hanging on to a cliff, knowing that if you fall, there will be no net to catch you. Cut her some slack and do not tell her she looks awful.”

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nine works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

Seelie can be reached at www.seeliekay.com, www.seeliekay.blogspot.com,  Twitter or Facebook.

Author links:
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Thursday, 12 July 2018

What was I thinking? #bookcover #learningcurve #romance #books

This year the rights to 12 of my books reverted to me. They were fully edited and ready to republish. I only had one problem. They all needed covers. No problem, I thought. I’ll just design them.
Oh dear.
I learned a new respect for cover artists. I dropped lucky with my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series. Sherry Soule of Swoonworthy Book Covers designed me these. She even customized them for me.

My two standalones were hard. I never loved the original cover for my book, Giving it up for the Gods. Doing my own would be easy, right?
It took me four weeks and a lot “could do better” from my friend Sandy Ebdel of Personal Touch Editing. I bought an image from Period Images, and here’s what I came up with. This one still makes me smile.
I had no idea what to do with the cover of One Knight Stand. I wanted the book to scream contemporary romance with a hero born in the time of the crusades. Again, my knight came from the reasonably priced Period Images. I bought a cover that I loved, and even had the designer write A Contemporary Romance on it. Loving it wasn’t enough. Finally, I put a call on Facebook, asking people what image sums up the current day. Most said a mobile phone or a tablet. I stepped in, but I’m no designer. One good friend has already told me she preferred the original.

That brought me to my Scattered Siblings. I bought my two favorite covers from Loose id before they closed their doors.

That left me needing three. I went back to Swoonworthy book covers for two of them.
Then there was my disaster.

What was I thinking
 Couldn’t have got To Break a Warrior King’s Curse’s  more wrong if I tried.  
I started with Mr Orange, but it was so bad, a complete stranger designed the second one for me. It was close to what I needed, but not quite right. I had a think and started with a picture of Whitby Abby – as seen in the final picture. Again I bought an image from period images.
This has been a steep learning curve and I have a new respect for cover designers.

Monday, 9 July 2018

Educating Jenny by PK Corey #spanking #romance

Educating Jenny (Cal's Law Book 3) by [Corey, PK ]

It was a blindfold, a simple blindfold, yet it seemed to change the whole atmosphere of the room.

Sales Blurb:
Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff
Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before
choosing a path.  Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off
to classes in a nearby city.  On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the
idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!
Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as
criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep
herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank,
but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.
 If any of the guys found out about this, there would be an ass warming of epic proportions.
Purchase link:
PK Corey author page: https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4


Cal loved that Jenny was honest with him, even when she knew it would get her in trouble. His
mind flashed back to a time she had lied to him early in their relationship and the spanking had
been significant. He’d used that incident to try to convince her that spanking could alter behavior.
She’d disagreed with him, ‘It wasn’t the spanking that keeps me from lying to you–it was the fact
that I felt like shit until I finally told you the truth. It wasn’t worth it,’ she’d insisted. And Cal had
realized that her explanation him feel even better.

Cal brought his mind back to the present. He couldn’t ignore her being at a party where people were
smoking. Because of his job, this was serious. It was why he’d made the rule. “You know you’re
getting a spanking, don’t you?”

“Duh! I knew that about ten seconds into your phone call this morning. Can we just get it over with?”
Cal nodded and took her hand. He led her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Jenny stood
before him. She could tell Cal wasn’t really mad. He just felt that there had to be a follow through.
Her butterflies were more from a chance to be alone with her husband than from worrying about any
spanking. She stood still as Cal lowered her shorts and panties.

Positioning her over his lap, he repeated his rule, “I don’t mind you going to the occasional party,
you just have to leave if drugs come out. And I mean from pot to coke, anything.”
“I never go to any parties with anything worse than pot, and you know that,” Jenny told him

“Good,” Cal responded as he positioned her across his lap. Jenny was grateful he was only using
his hand and that he began with moderate swats. Her gratitude waned as his hand fell harder and

“Shit, Cal. Not so hard!” she demanded.

The next two swats were harder still and landed on her thighs. “Son of a bitch! Stop,” Jenny shouted.
Cal paused to make sure Jenny could hear him. “You keep up the cussing and this could last a while.
You made the decision to break the rules, you take the consequences. And I’m telling you, cussing
during a spanking is never going to be a good idea.”

She’d been the picture of defiance, but it didn’t last long with a hard hand on her ass.

Author Bio:

Meet PK Corey

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as
a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the
unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s
pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this
nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline
and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for
years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked
often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s
free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And
with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new
series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

Other books by PK Corey:

Cassie’s Space Series
Cassie's Space (book one)   
Cassie's Tale (book two)                       
Cassie on the Move (book three)          
Cassie's River Living (book four)        
Cassie's Conflict (book five)
Cassie's Influence (book six)
Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)
Cassie Corralled (book eight)
Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)
Cassie's Life (book ten)

    Cal's Law Series
Cal's Law (book one)
Becoming Family (book two)

PK Corey’s Reading Room




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Thursday, 5 July 2018

Men in Black, the A Team, and a Two-faced God

 My favorite heroes are creatures of the night, Vampires, Werewolves, Fae, Gods, and Demons. That makes them fast, violent and way larger than life.
I love my werewolves, Caleb the Cold, and Joel Blackheart, and my Fae, Leonidas stole my heart. (Or maybe it was his mischievous baby dragon that sucked me in.) 
To me though, Jase – from Giving it Up for the Gods – is special.

This is more about me than him. I love history, and all things Roman. When my husband whisked me off to Rome, I fell in love with the Eternal City. Walking through the forum, I felt drawn to the Temple of Saturn.

It once housed Rome’s treasury, and it dates from 457BC. That blows my mind.
 Saturn arrived in Italy dethroned and on the run - cast out by his original worshipers.  Janus, the ruling god invited him to stay, and Saturn brought agriculture to the Romans.

A bromance? Who knows?

Below is a Roman statue showing Janus looking forward and back.
 Yeah, I know, it doesn’t do him justice.
 Picture him with designer stubble and a more up to date hairstyle. Sculpted muscles, bad ass attitude, add to his charm. So do the horns that only appear when his demon takes charge.

The more I dug, the more the story pulled me in. He was honest and straightforward, the best of the best—which makes think of the scene where Will Smith tries out for Men in Black.
As a God Beginnings and Endings, Janus ruled doors, and our month of January is name after him.  Then, according to legend, he raped the nymph, Cardea.
 Why would a god who was respected by everyone do that?

That’s when my “What if’s” started.
 What if she’d cried wolf? What if an innocent man had been convicted of a crime he didn’t commit.
 Great, now I’ve gone from Men in Black to the A Team.
What if the other gods tossed Janus from the heights of Olympus to the depths of Hell? Worse, what if a demon took root in his soul?

You got me. 
I love a hero with a tortured soul. I had to write his 21st century story.
Now Janus has clawed his way back in the human world, he calls himself Jase. His best friend still drops in occasionally. His best friend? Saturn of course, but he prefers to be called Saul.

 In Giving it Up for the Gods, the Siren race believed Cardea’s lies and helped convict Janus of raping her He’s endured centuries of abuse and torment because of the false accusations. No wonder he hates Sirens.
And, of course, my heroine is a siren. To make matters worse, Jase has made a vow not to bed her until the Solstice. If he breaks it, he goes back to Hell. 
 Let the games begin.

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Not only angels fall.
Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, Janus endured centuries of torture in the coldest depth of the Underworld. Half God, half demon, he finally fought his way free. He’ll never forgive the gods who condemned him or the sirens who wrongly accused him.

Sirens are strong, sassy, and sexy.
Lindy won’t give her heart—or her virginity—to a short-lived mortal she might break in bed. When Neptune demands her virginity as his annual tribute, she’s determined to share her body with the first available male.

Janus rescues Lindy from Neptune’s mermen. Her clock’s ticking. Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce the siren-hating Janus or she’ll become Neptune’s plaything

Excerpt - Lindy drinks too much wine. 

Lindy hiccupped, giggled, and waved the empty coffee cup in Jase’s face. When she spoke, her voice was a little too loud, and there was a slur in her words. “Whersh the hotel? I can’t wait to undresh and drag you into my bed. You will shcrew me this time, won’t you?”
He took the coffee cup from her hand. “You’ll break something waving that about.”
She hiccupped again, covered her mouth with her hand; then she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her voice carried through the restaurant. “Doshn’t matter. They’ve got more. Letsh go to the hotel, and I’ll lick your balls until your eyes roll back in your head.”
Women either smiled and whispered good-humored comments to their friends or raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and looked away. More than one male customer gave her an appraising look…until they spotted Jase’s muscular bulk.
He flushed a little, and his gaze slid away from hers. “Shh, princess. We’re leaving just as soon as I’ve paid the bill.”
Overloud and over expansive, Lindy sat back in her seat. Her arms flopped out, and she just missed a passing waiter. “Come here, Jase. Let me suck on your cock. You will fuck me, won’t you? Or maybe one of the other men here will take my virginity.”
Heads swiveled in her direction. Across the room, someone giggled. Three men at the next table smiled at her drunken antics. One winked and raised his glass in salute.
Lindy leaned toward him. “You’d fuck me, wouldn’t you?”
“Anytime, sweetie, but your friend here might not like it.” He leered.
Behind her, Jase growled.
Lindy ignored him and rose unsteadily to her feet. “Jashe is just a big ole pussycat, when he’s not doing his demon thing. If I sing for you, will you fuck me? I shing real good.”
Jase picked her up and headed for the door. “You’re better than good. You’re amazing. No time for singing, though, princess. That’s our taxi outside.”
She lolled back and threw out her arm. Her head dropped, and her arms flopped back. “You missed a treat, guys. I’m great when I sing.”
She laughed and waved at them, then stared into Jase’s eyes until her alcoholic haze turned her cross-eyed. Her vision blurred, and her voice dropped to a breathless giggle. “Really, Jash? Amashing? That’s good. Shall I shing you a love shong?”
“Not here, princess. Wrap your arms around my neck, and when we reach the hotel, I’ll help out with your little problem.”
“That’s the virginity thing,” she stage-whispered as he carried her outside.

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie’s a lover of ancient history especially all things ancient Roman or Greek. She grew up reading their myths and loving their legends. Writing about them in a contemporary setting seemed the logical next step. She promises hot sex, hunky heroes and a happy ending in every book she writes.