#NewRelease + $25 #Giveaway - Roll Against Trust: 3d20 Book 1 - A #Romance by Allyson Lindt (@AllysonLindt)

I'm delighted to welcome my pal Allyson Lindt back here today, and with a scorchingly hot excerpt to boot (*fans face*)! It's so sexy, in fact, that I'm obliged to put in a content disclaimer, something I'd thus far reserved for the inimitable Eva Lefoy. But before I do that, I should let you know there are 6 paperbacks and a $25 gift card up for grabs, so don't forget to put your deets into the Rafflecopter widget 

Warning

The following post may contain sexual content, BDSM elements, and explicit descriptions (including but not limited to 4-letter words that start with C). If you would rather not read such things, please don't continue. By not leaving, you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years old or the age of consent in your country. 


Tasha’s not looking for love, but she doesn’t mind just looking… and maybe a little fantasizing. Her two best friends and weekend AD& D buddies, Seth and Ryan, are the perfect guest stars in her fantasies. When a late night gaming session with the three goes from silly to verbally scorching in an instant, Tasha wonders if her imagination is enough to keep her satisfied long term.

Then her ex’s money mismanagement catches up to her in the form of draining her bank account, her job is threatened by a mistake that points to Ryan, and Seth takes his side. If Tasha can’t move past her trust issues long enough to uncover the truth—both with herself and the men she’s falling for—she’ll wind up broken-hearted and just plain broke.

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Excerpt

This was the single most erotic fantasy I’d ever delved into, and I knew it was because it was all vocal and shared. Something was even more arousing about the fact Seth was still listening to us, and not interrupting. I wanted to be riding Ryan by the end of the night, too. Err, my character did. “You’re good at this. Apparently there’s some truth to the rumors the village girls spread between each town.”

He smirked. “They spread more than rumors. But none of them taste as incredible as you do. You’re intoxicating. I devour your pussy, nipping with my teeth as you get more vocal. I want you to come.”

I might just from his words. Not really, but maybe. “I’m so close. You hit a spot inside and pleasure explodes through me. I clench around your fingers until my legs are weak and everything is too sensitive to touch. But I want more.”

“I help you sink to your knees and sit on the ground in front of you, dick harder than it’s ever been and standing at attention. I wonder what your perfect, full lips would feel like wrapped around my cock, but I can’t wait for that. I know how soaked you are and I need you riding me. Your pale skin is flushed as you straddle me. With one hand on your hips and the other on my rod, I guide you into place. I want to take this bit slow, but your heat is too tempting. I thrust up, plunging inside you.”

I almost arched my back at the thought of him impaling me. My panties were soaked, and I was going to see this through. Wanted him—his paladin, whatever—to come hard because of me.

About Allyson Lindt

Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

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Tara Quan

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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Cover Reveal - Uriel's Fall by Loralie Hall (@aszreal) - An #UrbanFantasy

Hi Everyone! My pal Allyson Lindt happens to write Urban Fantasy as Loralie Hall. The exact book, in fact, that I'm currently perusing on my Kindle. If you've ever experienced the drudgery that is corporate America, and have a weakness for angels and demons, you definitely should check out her Ubiquity series.

Without further ado, I give you my lovely guest. 


About Loralie Hall

Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.

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When I first released Uriel's Fall (Ubiquity #1), I was absolutely in love with the cover. Enough so that I kept the same theme going with Izrafel's Acceptance (Ubiquity #1.5). The thing is, I still love the original covers. But in talking to fans, I've realized they don't give the impression I want for this series.

So all of the books are getting a makeover. These are still the same urban fantasy books. Demons, angels, and the eternal struggle between heaven and hell going corporate. But now they've got a little bit of a different feeling to them.

So, if you're ready for the new look, it's just below...

Uriel's Fall

by Loralie Hall

What’s a corporate demon to do, when the voice in her head is devouring her sanity from the inside out, and the hosts of heaven and hell would rather see her destroyed than surrender a power no one should possess?

Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she’s a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity’s secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits?

She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damned voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss weren’t a complete control freak.

As she searches for solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer’s descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she’s absolutely going on final written warning.

Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, while stopping the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of retrieval analysis at Ubiquity.

Almost

Uriel's Fall is already available from all major ebook retailers, so if you haven't grabbed a copy yet, you can snag one today !
 

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Cover Reveal - Uriel's Fall by Loralie Hall

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I've had Allyson Lindt over many times, and now I get to host her contemporary fantasy alter ego, Loralie Hall. Her upcoming release, Uriel's Fall, won't be available until July 25th, but here's a little something to whet your appetite. 


Uriel's Fall

What's a corporate demon to do when the voice in her head is devouring her sanity from the inside out, and the hosts of heaven and hell would rather see her destroyed than surrender a power they shouldn't possess?

Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she's a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity's secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits.

She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn't a complete dickhead.

As she searches for the solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer's descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she's absolutely going on final written warning.

Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, and stop the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at Ubiquity. Almost.

Excerpt

I materialized from the ether, already anticipating the comfort of Lucifer's office in hell and being enveloped in the closest thing I recognized as feeling like home. His door was open when I got there, and I saw him at his desk so I pushed in with a brief announcing knock.

I exhaled in relief as his familiar aura seeped into me. As one of the three remaining originals, he had his own little corner of hell that was all his and no one else’s. Instead of being generic day to day blahness, it radiated the fact that he’d occupied it for millennia. As I got far enough inside to see the rest of the room, I froze, all coherent thought evaporating.

It’s not… Maybe? Mikkel?

Lucifer wasn’t alone. The stranger looked up, steel-blue eyes locking on mine. A few days growth of black stubble decorated his chin, and his mud-caked boots rested on Lucifer’s desk, the occasional flake dropping down to mar the shine. It wouldn’t scuff the oak finish—Lucifer liked his polished-until-it-was-almost-a-mirror wood finishes too much to let that happen, but it still had to be irritating the hell out of my mentor.

It wasn’t always easy to tell the difference between an angel and a demon—since technically we were all made from the same stuff, and just accomplished our goals differently. But a real angel. One served order instead of looking for the loopholes that allowed chaos, had a different aura. A smooth glow instead of a kaleidoscope of fractured light.

And the arrogant man with his feet on my boss’s desk was more distinctly angel than anyone I’d ever met. Something about the situation, on top of the last twenty-four hours of my bizarre life, amused me. Who was he? Angels in hell weren’t unheard of, but they disliked our methods enough that visits were rare. I stepped toward him. With dark hair, light eyes, and an obvious disdain for the most powerful demon in existence, he was sexy, and compelling, and—

If you’ll stop swooning, I can kill that fucker. Right here and now. Draw your sword.

About Loralie Hall

Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.

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