Hi Stevie,
Thank you very much for inviting me over to your blog to tell you a little about my new book, That Day At The Lake, which is now available on Amazon (Links at the end).  Here is the cover for the book, which I love.

Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old.  Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry.  However, life is never as simple as that.  Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and the two children are torn apart, seemingly forever.
Some years later they meet again, and Luca is now a successful businessman, but he is also involved in minor criminal activities and has become involved in a BDSM lifestyle as a Dom, and, although he is attracted to Adriana, he is reluctant to involve the shy, sexually inexperienced girl in his world.
Adriana takes matters into her own hands, and visits a BDSM club to try to persuade Luca to see her in a different light.  He capitulates, and some hot, sexy activity takes place between them.  However, just as their relationship is beginning, Luca’s criminal past catches up with him, and he finds himself in trouble with the law, due to a jealous gangster turning on him.  He goes back to Italy to solve his problems, followed by Adriana.  But there they face great danger, with the possibility of not only going to jail, but of losing their lives.  Adriana and Luca have survived their early life traumas, but was this threat one that will prove fatal to them both?  Will fate for once be kind to them and allow them to be reunited once more? 
 
When she was just 14, and Luca was 16, he had told her “One day, Adriana, you are going to be such a beautiful woman and men will fight over you.  I hope that I will still know you then.”  Adriana fought like a lioness to ensure that he would still know her then and, she hoped he would love her as much as she had always loved him.
 
Here is a little excerpt from after they became lovers:
 
She nodded and maneuvered herself so that she was leaning across my lap, with her bottom high.  Thankfully she was wearing a short, summer dress and not the tight jeans that she often wears, which are great for clinging to her fabulous backside, but can be the devil to pull down in this position.  I pulled the dress up onto her back and took a moment to stare at her beautiful, rounded bottom.  I ran my hand across her panties, squeezing her cheeks.
“Adriana, I’m pleased to see that you are wearing a pair of your sexy panties today.  I will just take a moment to admire the scene before I proceed with your spanking.”
 
This is a tale of passion and crime, love and despair, which could either bring them both great happiness, or end up in the death of them both.  Join Adriana and Luca on their roller-coaster of a ride, which is now published and available at the Buy Links below.  In the meantime, for more details of all my books, why not go to my website at http://racheldevineuk.wix.com/rachel-de-vine
 
Thank you so much, Stevie, for inviting me to your blog.
                                
                                Rachel de Vine
 
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Today I'm hosting author, Alexis Alvarez.

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it will publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th.

I'm so happy to have you here you today, Alexis.  Please tell us something about your new book.

Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Can we have an sneak peek?

Excerpt from Myka and the Millionaire

A few weeks later, on Thursday night, Myka was busy on a conference call with a client team, discussing program requirements, rubbing her bare toes into the plush carpet, and letting her shower-wet hair drip down the back of her robe. Gabriel strode in with a large glass of lemon ice water, his chest bare, in worn blue jeans. He kissed her lips, knocking off her headset. Myka giggled and shooed him away, returning to her call.
Gabriel stood smiling at her for a moment, then got down and knelt under the table, right in front of her chair. As she looked down at him, he mouthed, “open your legs,” to her, and slid her thighs apart.
Myka squeaked and coughed to mask it. She put the call on mute. “Gabriel, no! I have three clients on conference. You can’t do that.”
“You owe me this,” he teased her. “Go back to your call. You’ll hardly notice me down here.”
Myka pushed the button, absolutely sure that wasn’t going to be true. “No, I’m still here, Steve.” She sucked in her breath, because Gabriel leaned in and buried his head between her thighs, and licked at the thin fabric of her silk panties with his warm tongue. She made a small moaning noise and coughed again.
“Stop,” she whispered to him, then added out loud, “No, please keep going. We were at bullet number three?” She nodded to herself. “Mmm hmm. That’s right.”
Gabriel pulled the panties to one side and thrust his tongue into her, licking deep and firmly across her wet body. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her hips in his hands, keeping her legs open with his body and arms. Her breathing hitched a bit. “Yes, the next meeting will be Friday at ten a.m.”
Gabriel spread her labia with his fingers and began to tongue her clit, just the way she loved it. He did this when he wanted her to come hard and fast; he knew how to get her crazy for him almost instantaneously. Myka writhed in the chair, not sure if she was trying to get away, or trying to entice him closer.
“Steve, I need you to add some information to the presentation about the user interface.” Her voice cracked and she grabbed at the glass of water, but her hand shook as she gulped, so she put it down hard. “Steve, I’ll need to call you back tomorrow. I have—”
Steve continued talking, and Myka was in a state of torture. She needed to move, to moan, to make sounds. She needed to grab Gabriel’s head and pull him closer. But instead she had to sit here, letting him lick her senseless, while she talked to her teammates about things that had completely fled her brain by this point.
“Okay,” she said weakly. “Let’s wrap it up for tonight. Thanks for the meeting, everyone. Oh!” she cried out, as Gabriel gave her an especially wicked lick. “No, just my pet dog,” she said darkly into the phone. “He’s causing a ton of trouble. Yes, he’s new. Nearly housebroken. Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.”
She hung up and ripped off the headset. “Gabriel, you’re insane! I had three people on the phone! And you,” and she went into a moan as he swirled his tongue around her clit. She leaned back in her chair, tensing her thighs. “Oh, God, you know what that does to me, baby.”
“I do know,” said Gabriel, talking into her skin. “That’s why I’m doing it.”
He pushed at her thighs to spread them even wider, then put his mouth back on her clit and sucked. Myka screamed as the orgasm came over her suddenly, no warning, filling her with white-hot pleasure that blanked out her brain and made her whole body tremble. She shuddered under his mouth for a long minute, writhing and crying out, until the spasms of pleasure died down. “Oh, God. Gabriel. That was amazing. But you had me making orgasm noises on the phone!” She tried to kick at him, but he was still holding her thighs.
“A dog, ma chèrie? You referred to me as a pet?” he scowled, but Myka saw the smile in his eyes.
“Well, I had to say something!” she defended herself. “They were all, are you okay? I couldn’t say that my fiancé was under the table licking my pussy.”
Gabriel laughed out loud. “No, I suppose you could not.” He came out from under the table and drank her water, draining the glass. “Hard work, but I’m happy to do it for you,” he said, reaching under her robe to tweak her nipple.
“Hey,” protested Myka.
“And now,” said Gabriel with a wicked grin. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you. You know the rules. No referring to me as a pet. And you don’t ever get to say no to my mouth on your pussy.”
“I never heard the pet one before,” said Myka, stepping closer and tracing the line of hair that lead down his bare chest into his jeans. “I think you made that up right now.”
“I’m going to give you a good hard spanking,” he said softly into her ear, stopping her hand from its gently exploration, and Myka felt herself go all liquid as she always did at those words.
“Go into the bedroom and get out the cuffs and the crop,” he told her.
“Yes, sir,” said Myka, leaning up to kiss his lips. He tasted of lemon and her own arousal. She hurried into the bedroom and got the necessary items, sucking in her breath to see what he already had waiting on the nightstand. But she quickly got into position, kneeling with her palms open on her thighs, head down, legs wide so he could see her when he walked in.
“Beautiful, my love,” he said to her with pleasure, and Myka wiggled. “Now,” he added with a smile, “get up and let me bind those lovely wrists.” He fastened the handcuffs, then had her lie down over the edge of the bed. “While I spank you,” he told her in a seductive voice. “I want you to wear this plug. I’m going to take your ass tonight before I lick you into oblivion again as many times as I can.”
 
Sounds like a great story.  Here's a little bit about the author:

Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family.  Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism.  When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels. 

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Find Alexis Alvarez

Website:  http://graffitifiction.com/

On Amazon at:  www.amazon.com/Alexis-Alvarez/e/B0107LJQEM

On GoodReads at:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14127116.Alexis_Alvarez
 
Thanks so much for having me on your blog! Happy reading, everyone.

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms.

Do you remember those days? 
I do, and sometimes they don't seem very far away.

Last night I was so mad at Bill, I needed grappling hooks and bungee cords to stay in bed, yeah I was that close to the edge on my side.  Not that he could touch me, hell he can't even face me with his foot the way it is but still...
Old habits die hard and when a women is mad she's on her side of the bed, period!  If he'd been in a coma I still would have slept clinging to the my side of the mattress. 

They say never go to bed mad. Whoever said that anyway!  Were they even married?  Did they have kids, financial issues, tons of medical bills?  Somehow I don't think so. 

I've gone to bed mad plenty of times. I've woken up mad, and stayed mad.  The longest is three days I think, but then I'm good at it.  Although those of you who know me may not believe it, I can shut up. (When I want to)

In my defense, I did say my prayers and I did pray for patience.  It's not here yet, but hopefully it's coming.

As much as it pains me to admit it, some of it may have been my fault.  I'm off my Motrin for a week so I can have some medical tests next week.  This is difficult.  I'm allergic to Tylenol, don't take narcotics and am in pretty good pain.  Can pain be good?

Even my muses are hiding today.  Since last Sunday I've written more than half of Maeve and Sean's story and continued to work on a very explicit novel about a young woman who has never been able to reach orgasm.  I'm wondering if there's a connection between what's going on in her life and mine, lol. 

Isn't that a terrible thing to say?  On the other hand I can't be the only woman married to a terrific lover who happens to be out of commission.  TMI?  Right now writing about sexual frustration comes easily, no pun intended.

In Kiss Me, O'Malley, Sean has to behave as Maeve isn't his bride yet. 
In His Little Margie, the good doctor, despite all his skills, (and they are many) can't seem to find the right combination of discipline, medical play and romance.

Lord, I just had a terrible thought.  What if I have to wait for Bill to get better before my female characters get any?  That just seems needlessly cruel! 

Going out back with my bucket and spoon to dig up some worm, sigh.