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Birthday Contest! Who wants to win?
December 21st, 2011 | 
Author: January is my birthday month! Now a gentleman wouldn’t ask my age, and I sure ain’t tellin’. LOL
But to celebrate it, I want to give away goodies! A swag bag a day. Super easy stuff, right? At the end of the month, I’ll be drawing a name for a Kobo Ereader and case. Just in case Santa wasn’t listening when you sent in your Christmas list….
Here’s how you can win AKA Da’ Rulz:
- Must be a member of Diana’s Sizzlers List. (A low volume Newsletter/announcement list) http://groups.yahoo.com/group/
Dianas_Sizzlers_List/ - One name will be drawn via Random.org every day from January 1st through January 31st. The name will be announced on the loop and direct contact, and the winner will have 48 hours from the timestamp of the sent email to claim their prize or it will be forfeit. All claims need to be made direct via email, not through the Loop or Facebook, or any other extraneous means. Email will be included in the winner’s announcement and notification.
- All registered emails on Diana’s Sizzlers List must be able to receive email, as these are the only means all winners will be contacted.
- Replies must have BIRTHDAY CONTEST in the subject to ensure it is spotted and not dumped as spam.
- At the end of the giveaway month, a name will be drawn via Random.org from all names registered with Diana’s Sizzlers List. The chosen winner will have 48 hours to respond and claim or a new winner will be chosen.
- Each person is eligible to win one goodie/swag bag. All persons are eligible for the Kobo giveaway.
- Due to legal issues and book rights, Contest is open to United States and Canadian residents only.
- Postage is paid by the supplier for all prizes. All winners must have a valid mailing address to receive any and all prizes.
- Supplier is not responsible for damaged, lost or misdirected prizes. All efforts will be made to ensure you receive any winnings.
So now that the legal junk is out of the way, we’re going to have a great time come January!
And don’t forget, for every twenty readers on the loop, I’m giving away a backlist of any PDF copy of either name to a lucky winner. When we get to 100, I’m drawing for a print book! (Not a part of the Birthday Contest, but heck, who doesn’t like free books?)
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The Charlie Factor – A Recommended Read!!
A new review! I cannot say thank you enough to those of my readers who have enjoyed and fallen in love with Charlie and Gregory.
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6760&Itemid=36
Tina says:
The Charlie Factor by Diana DeRicci is the first book in the Beach Duo series and a book I won’t soon forget. Charlie is a character who is very real and believable; I never wanted his story to end. He has so much depth and different layers to his personality, which make him memorable and lovable. He’s overcoming a lot of adversity and is strong enough to see the sunshine in life.
Gregory is equally strong; he just doesn’t know it yet. Taking a chance on Charlie is the best thing Gregory has ever done. Together they can overcome and be much more than they are separately. Their coming together seemed very natural and believable. I could practically feel the heat coming from the pages. I highly recommend this book to anyone who truly loves to read man romance. It’s beautiful and memorable; I think you’ll love it as much as I do.
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New Release: Irresistible Passions
Irresistible Passions
$3.99
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/MFM/Ménage
Length: Novella, 18,785 words, 52 pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-61292-012-2
Release Date: September 7, 2011
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: MMF/Ménage
Michelle is cautiously getting her life back after a violent attack she barely survived. With the help of two gorgeous young entrepreneurs, she will find more than her confidence. If it’s left to Troy and Angel, she will find infinite pleasure, but will she have the strength to accept an unconventional love?
EXCERPT:
When she twitched half asleep trying to get into a more comfortable position, she clenched, hissing when her side fought back.
“Michelle?”
Four hands were instantly cradling her, supporting her.
She grimaced. Then there was that. Her scar. Just the idea of exposing it made her shudder. Okay, maybe she was more self-conscious of it than she’d originally wanted to believe. Now she had someone, two someones, who might see it, a situation she’d never once imagined. Her mouth turned down at the depressing realization. She’d made great leaps of faith to be alone with not one, but two men, to have stood in the kitchen without flinching while Troy prepped dinner. For the first time really, she was feeling normal. Around these two men, it felt like normal.
A tight muscle spasm returned her to the problem at hand. She let out a breath as it passed.
“It’s nothing. I worked too hard on the weights today.” She tried to sit and Troy held her steady, close. She couldn’t move, though she knew if she really asked, he’d let her up.
“No, that’s the third time you’ve done that.”
“Second,” she corrected.
“Good, now you can’t deny it.”
She lifted enough to glare at Troy. “You tricked me.”
“Where does it hurt?” He didn’t look in the least repentant, watching her like a hawk.
They kept her spread on the couch between them, watching her intently.
“You’re not moving until we know you’re not seriously hurt. People get injuries all the time playing games they’re not used to.”
“But that’s a low impact one. I know it is.”
“Besides the point,” Angel added, apparently taking an equally protective stance.
She sagged. “I’m fine. Why don’t you guys go home tonight? You can come pick it all up tomorrow.” Michelle was ready for them to go, to try to forget how they made her feel, to forget how good their hands felt on her. Their attention was addictive. She throbbed in places that had ceased to matter. Heat and wanting continuously invaded the more they pampered her.
“Michelle,” Troy groaned through her name. “You aren’t getting rid of us like that.” Lifting her chin, he touched her lips with his. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You can tell us.”
She was melting and sparking at an unbelievable pace. Shudders filled her when his lips brushed hers and shivers raced up her body to circle her spine when Angel began massaging her bare legs in earnest. His firm fingers caressed and kneaded her calves, working the skin gently behind her knees to slide back down and mold to her feet, one at a time. Her breasts began to ache with the same rhythm of Angel’s talented fingers.
“Mm, strong feet,” he murmured. He raised a leg and dropped slow kisses from her arch to the top of her foot to her ankle. “Sexy feet.”
She blinked. “A foot fetish?”
Angel shrugged, an evil grin flitting over his devilish mouth. “A small one. Do you mind if I shower your feet with adoration?”
Her mouth popped open, then jerked closed on a breathed groan, her eyes fluttering as pleasure zinged into her body. “Oh, not fair,” she managed, her lungs tripping hard, trying to remember how to breathe.
Angel swirled his tongue around her big toe at the same time Troy wrapped his arms around her body to cup her breasts.
“Where do you hurt, baby?” Troy whispered.
Hurt? She couldn’t remember why she’d been in pain, their combined caresses and touches sweeping her brain blank.
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New Release: Doing Love Right / M/M contemp
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Doing Love RightBy: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Rocket, Epub |
Also available through the publisher Purple Sword Publications
About the book
Trust when life knocks you to the ground and things look their worst, Fate has something better in store.
RJ Sommers has been dumped, his best friends have just tied the knot, and the final nail—his roommate’s lover just arrived from Texas to sweep him off his feet. Life just loves laughing at RJ. That is until Julian arrives.
Julian has been watching RJ, waiting for the chance to meet the vibrant entrepreneur. When RJ’s beau leaves for greener pastures, Julian takes the chance to crash a party RJ planned. When finding him in the crowd turns more into a rescue mission, Julian does what’s necessary to keep the other man from becoming a victim of an over-zealous suitor.
Discovering himself along the way through the love and support of his friends, RJ opens himself up to more than just the love of a new boyfriend. When he thinks life doesn’t like him anymore, something bigger and better than he’d ever dreamed is in store. If he can survive Julian’s persistence, his friend’s interference, and the loving affection of one yellow lab, he just might find more than he’s ever known his entire life.
An excerpt from the book
A cold nose rubbed into RJ’s arm, digging until he groaned. Then he was slurped by a tongue.
“Awright, awright, Samson. I got it. Daddy isn’t home yet.” RJ couldn’t even remember how he got home last night. At least he did make it home. His body ached, and it felt like he’d had a rough night. Laurence and Josh sure knew how to throw a party.
Holding a hand to his head, he stiffly rolled to sit up. “You, then me,” he muttered to the dog with the patience of a saint with a wagging tail. After lurching to his feet, he managed to stumble on wobbly legs across the room, aiming for the rear glass patio door. “Here ya go, big guy.”
The door opened and Samson was out like a shot. RJ knew just how he felt.
Blearily, he made the return trip, walked into the bedroom and froze solid, his heart slamming to a dead stop in his chest. Lying in RJ’s bed on his stomach, facing away—of course—was a person he didn’t know. “Shit,” he hissed. “What did you do, RJ?”
His bladder prompted him to do things in order. Avoiding the bed, he made it to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of fresh briefs out of a drawer on the way. Behind the door, he held himself on a flat palm to the facing wall as he emptied himself of probably a quart or two of fine liquor. Smacking his lips, they felt dry. Yep, drunk himself dry. He’d take a shower if he’d been alone. A splash on his face was the most luxury he could take for the moment.
First things first: he needed to see who was sleeping in Papa Bear’s bed.
Opening the door, he gazed over the now-flipped body splayed across his sheets. “Oh, mama.” That came home with me? His guest looked to still be asleep, a strong arm tossed over his head on the pillow, the other tucked under the sheet that was almost not even covering him, and RJ would bet a ten that he was cupping his cock in sleep.
A hard, broad chest, wide shoulders, brown hair, but it wasn’t dark, more candied… He tried to think, his eyes locked on the sleeping god in his bed. Caramel. Who did he know with that color hair? RJ wracked his brain. No one who would sleep with him. This guy was as unknown as a Catholic nun at his mom’s house.
“Babe, if you keep staring, I’m never going to be able to move.”
RJ startled. “You’re awake!” He stumbled until the bathroom door hit his ass, holding him up. The husky, sleep-drawled voice sent goose bumps over RJ. “Who-who are you?”
A gentle smile curved lusciously full lips. RJ licked his. Fuzzy memories of devouring those lips, or them devouring him, danced into his thoughts.
“Someone who’s been waiting over a year for you to get rid of that lazy ass you were letting screw you.”
“Huh?” he squeaked. With flat palms, he scrubbed his hands over his face, driving away the sleep and the remaining alcohol fumes. “He…you…”
Finally the gorgeous man in his bed opened his eyes and drifted to look at RJ. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself on an open hand, his elbow beneath him. Suddenly, RJ wished he was wearing a hell of a lot more than just underwear. An allover suit of armor might just fit the bill, because the way this guy was looking him over made his skin tight and his dick throb. No one had ever looked at him like the main dish of a seven-course meal. Screw that. RJ was the dessert.
He gulped noticeably. “Look, I appreciate you getting me home, but I don’t bring guys home—”
“That’s good to know, because you didn’t bring me home. I made sure you didn’t kill yourself last night after you got snookered off your ass.”
He raked a hand down his face, trying to remember. All there was in his mind was a swirl of fog.
Also available through the publisher Purple Sword Publications
