Cover Reveal: Going All In (1Night Stand)

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Going All In, a 1Night Stand story, is releasing on May 22 from Decadent Publishing.

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Ian Harding didn’t gamble on getting expelled from the poker room for defending a gorgeous cocktail waitress. Another loss and he’ll be forced to face the past he escaped to Sin City to avoid. But Lady Luck is finally on his side when he wins a date arranged by the 1Night Stand dating service.

Jaded by the men she meets at the casino, Kira Marchi bets on Madame Eve to set her up with the right guy to work through her sexual bucket list. When her date turns out to be the sexy poker player who came to her rescue in the poker room, she can’t wait to get started on that list.

One night isn’t enough for Ian or Kira, but he has a past to face and she doesn’t think a future for them is in the cards. Can he convince her to go all in?

 

Cover Reveal: Devil in a Blue Dress (Devil May Care #3)

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Coming in May from Changeling Press:

Devil in a Blue Dress (Devil May Care #3)

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What’s a lust demon to do?

All of Xanthe’s heart’s desires are coming true. She’s a bridesmaid in her cousin’s wedding and in charge of the bachelorette party. Her boyfriend, True, is extra limber and up for sex whenever and wherever she wants. Everything is just too perfect — on the surface, anyway.

She suspects her sexual appetites are taking their toll on True. And the wedding festivities just aren’t as festive as she imagined. Enter Ray Perry, a bad boy with a dark past. He’s every bit as dominant as True is submissive, but an evil imp with a penchant for porn has a contract out on him.

When she discovers a vile plot to sabotage the wedding, Xanthe fights to save the day and her sexy men — one of whom holds her heart and the other her soul.

Breathe Me In (Crescent City #1) now available at AllRomanceEbooks, Amazon.com, BN.com, CoffeeTimeRomance, and Kobo

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Breathe Me In (Crescent City #1) is now available at AllRomanceEbooks, Amazon.com, BN.com, CoffeeTimeRomance, and Kobo

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Tired of facing immortality without love, John Rabbitt refuses to consume life energy — until his protege hires a stripper to dance for him.

Veronika Mason never would have agreed to fulfill her strange client’s every desire, but if she doesn’t pay off her ex-boyfriend’s gambling debts, the thug sent to collect the money may well follow through on his violent threats.

Having denied his late wife’s pleas to turn her into an energy vampire, John finds himself guilt-ridden when faced with the same decision again. Given a second chance, will he be able to transform Veronika to save her life? And his own?

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Breathe Me In (Crescent City #1) Excerpt

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Here’s an except from Breathe Me In (Crescent City #1) releasing on Friday, March 6 from Changeling Press.

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Breathe Me In (Crescent City 1)
Lily Vega
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2015 Lily Vega

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Veronika Mason slipped the envelope filled with crisp bills into her knockoff Prada bag and hoisted the straps onto her shoulder. The air conditioning in the hotel suite made the ruby-red pleather chilly against her bare arm. She might have breached one of her personal moral codes by agreeing to this deal, but her life depended on earning the money.

Her benefactor, an elegant woman in a slim-fitting navy blue suit, black hair in a severe bun and dead eyes, pointed a gold-tipped fingernail at the bedroom door of the hotel suite. “I shall return in two hours.” Her gaze slid over Veronika’s body, claiming every inch for her employer. “Remember, you are to submit to his every whim.”

A phantom hand gripped Veronika’s throat and squeezed out the breath along with her nerve. “I didn’t agree to that.”

The woman narrowed her eyes. “Why do you think you are getting paid so much?”

Veronika wasn’t in any position to negotiate. The twenty-five-hundred bucks would prevent her from being sliced, diced and filleted by a psychopath. But it was one thing to be a stripper. And a completely different one to be a whore.

In an attempt to reclaim a morsel of dignity, she turned her back on the other woman, sucked in a breath and twisted the doorknob. Stale smoke from a long ago extinguished cigarette assaulted her sinuses. She suppressed a sneeze.

Her client was not lying naked on the round bed with one hand on his flaccid cock. Good call. The ratty burgundy spread probably hosted more DNA than the New Orleans crime lab database.

Instead, he sat fully dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and charcoal-gray trousers. The clothes hung on his lanky frame and his cheekbones had the pronounced look of someone who had emerged from the bayou after wandering lost for days after his supplies ran out.

Despite his emaciated appearance, he was a striking man with wavy brown hair. After a cheeseburger or thirty, he would be at home on the pages of a high-end menswear catalog. Not at all the desperate, paunchy sleaze she’d imagined.

He didn’t look up when she entered the room, keeping his eyes fixed on the closed drapes blocking out the flashing neon debauchery of Bourbon Street.

His hands, not touching any part of his anatomy, clenched the arms of the chair. Most men awaiting a lap dance weren’t tense. Did he expect her to beat him with strings of Mardi Gras beads or force him to drink a hurricane made with moonshine from a goldfish bowl?

Her mission, to succumb to his every depraved wish, didn’t appear so daunting now. He seemed to want the ordeal over as much as she did. Maybe he had an incurable illness and private time with a stripper topped his bucket list.

Stop it. She refused to allow herself to feel sympathy for the man.

She tugged on her lipstick-red leather corset and smoothed the short black skirt with its mid-thigh-to-waist zipper. The outfit was nothing like the schoolgirl ensemble that had become her uniform at Big Easy Babes. But she never wore her jailbait costume outside of work.

She dropped her handbag on the scarred wooden surface of the dresser and dug out her MP3 player. Soon Joan Jett’s “Do You Wanna Touch Me” belted out of the cheap speaker.

Veronika strode to the metal pole in the corner, cringing before touching the sticky, fingerprint-covered surface. The miniature bottle of hand sanitizer mocked her from the depths of her purse. Were stripper poles a hotel amenity in cities besides New Orleans or Las Vegas? What prop would she need to use as a substitute in Omaha or Orlando?

She zoned out and moved through her routine, barely glancing at her client, caught up in the pounding beat of the song. Breath ragged, she clung to the pole upside down and peered at him.

He remained motionless with his gaze still locked on the closed curtains.

Veronika wasn’t sure he had taken a breath since she entered the room. She didn’t have the stamina to work the pole for the entire session, not that she was eager to get introduced to whatever disturbing act she would have to endure to earn the money. It was going to be a long…

She glanced at her watch — an hour and fifty-three minutes left. Shit.

She turned her back on him and faced the pole. Bending from the waist, she drew in a deep breath. Once she paid off her ex’s gambling debt, the thug who threatened her would leave her alone and her life would return to normal. Maybe she could even return to teaching yoga.

Exhaling through her nose, she imagined releasing the tension that had clung to her since the man had twisted her wrist back and described in vivid detail exactly what he would do if she didn’t have the money the next time he came calling. She gulped in another breath. It would be okay. She had enough cash in her purse to keep him from following through with his violent agenda.

Enough stalling. This time she moved through the song, keeping her motions more sensual and less aerobic, and watched her client staring at the curtains.

Nothing.

Heat crept up her neck. She might not be the youngest employee at Big Easy Babes, or the one with the biggest breasts, or the firmest ass, but she refused to be ignored.

She excavated the hand sanitizer from her purse without touching the inside fabric, squirted a quarter-sized amount in her palm and rubbed her hands together. Once she smelled the lavender fragrance, she imagined the bacteria getting zapped by the chemical.

She turned to face her client and strutted toward him, drawing the zipper of her skirt down inch by inch to reveal the bucktoothed cartoon chipmunk on the triangle of fabric of her g-string. The undergarment went a hell of a lot better with the schoolgirl costume than her current ensemble, but screw him if he couldn’t take a joke.

“Hey, the show is over here.” She snapped her fingers and shimmied her hips.

He stared at the woodland creature on her panties, one eyebrow raised, and his mouth turned up in an appreciative smile that made her insides turn gooier than a pat of butter on a steaming plate of grits.

The music player switched to the Divinyls’ song “I Touch Myself.” Perfect. She couldn’t have done better with a live DJ spinning for her. She had captured his attention. His gaze tracked the movement of her left hand. She ran it down her body and licked her lips.

Her imagination must be working in overdrive, but she could swear her skin warmed under his concentrated gaze…

Paying the Pirate – Crescent City series – free read

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I’m so excited to announce that the first story in my new Crescent City series, “Breathe Me In,” will be released this week from Changeling Press.

You don’t have to wait until Friday to get a sneak peek into Crescent City. Changeling Press is releasing my short story “Paying the Pirate” as a free Encounter: http://changelingpress.com/ezine/encounters.php in several ebook formats.

Happy Reading!

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#FlashFiction Challenge: Night Life

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Every Friday, Changeling Press posts a new flash fiction challenge. Check out http://changelingpress.wordpress.com/

Here’s my contribution to the October 24 #FlashFiction Challenge: Night Life
posted in Flash Fiction Challenge by Zenobia Renquist and Theme by Sara Jay

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Choose your favorite cryptozoological creature and put him/her in a night club. Now what?

“What’s a chupacabra doing at Red?” Del pointed at the three foot tall creature shimmying on the dance floor to the soulless technopunk music. The quills protruding from the top of its head to the base of its tail swayed like a field of wheat in the wind.

“There aren’t any goats here but I see plenty of sheep.” Astrid guzzled her Chardonnay.

“I doubt it bleeds human sheep. It must like twenty dollar martinis.”

The crypid’s black alien eyes fixed on her.

“I think he’s checking me out.” Astrid preened.

“Like you’d dump me for a goat sucker.”

“I’d rather get freaky with a Yeti, but he is kinda cute.” She blew the chupacabra a kiss, shook her hips and headed toward the creature. “See you around, Squid boy.”

Del shrugged and wrapped a tentacle around the blonde sitting on the stool next to him. “Buy you a drink?”

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Coming Soon from Changeling Press: Breathe Me In

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The first book in my new Crescent City series will be released soon from Changeling Press.

Breathe Me In (Crescent City #1)

Tired of facing immortality without love, John Rabbitt refuses to consume life energy — until his protege hires a stripper to dance for him.

Veronika Mason never would have agreed to fulfill her strange client’s every desire, but if she doesn’t pay off her ex-boyfriend’s gambling debts, the thug sent to collect the money may well follow through on his violent threats.

Having denied his late wife’s pleas to turn her into an energy vampire, John finds himself guilt-ridden when faced with the same decision again. Given a second chance, will he be able to transform Veronika to save her life? And his own?

Naughty, Naughty (Peppermint Twist) is now available at third party sites

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Naughty, Naughty (Peppermint Twist) is now at AllRomanceEbooks, Amazon.com, BN.com, CoffeeTimeRomance, and Kobo.com

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Zed doesn’t understand why Santa only gives presents to nice girls. He’s crafted a special sex toy for Joy, the naughtiest girl on Santa’s list. Instead of coal, he hopes to put his new invention into her stocking — repeatedly. But Maisy wants Zed and his new toy all to herself…

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