Zara Stoneley's Good Enough To Share and giveaway

Participating Blogs

Hello my darling ones,

Unforeseen difficulties between my isp and blogger prevented me from posting this early this morning and for that I apologize. 

We have with us today, an indie author and I must admit I enjoy helping to promote indie authors.

The author in question is Zara Stoneley with Good Enough To Share. 

Isn't the cover just yummy, not sure I would want to share something so tasty myself *wink*

Now I ask that you visit the other participating blogs, read the post, find out about our intrepid author, read the sizzling excerpt AND enter the giveaway. (Phew that was definitely a mouthful then)

Giveaway Info:
Prize is 2 titles from Zara Stoneley's backlist (winners’ choice--1 eBook copy each to 2 winners). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Feb 3. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Part 1 - Christmas)

by Zara Stoneley

Erotic Contemporary Romance

Self-Published/Indie

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 48,000

Available at…

Amazon (US):  http://www.amazon.com/Good-Enough-Share-Book1-ebook/dp/B00AEV1JPA

Amazon (UK):  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Good-Enough-Share-Book1-ebook/dp/B00AEV1JPA/

Blurb

One Christmas, four friends - will they still be together by New Year?

Divorce wasn’t part of the plan for Holly, but then again nor was spending the festive period with two sexy men and Santa’s little helper! With a disastrous marriage behind her, and three good friends who are willing to share, moving on could be fun – if only she can accept that sometimes her heart is wiser than her head.

Dane doesn’t do commitment, which suits Holly just fine. But when things heat up between the four friends, he’s forced to face up to his past. Will realizing he’s good enough mean he no longer wants to share…?

Laid back Charlie knows that if his best friend becomes his lover he could end up losing big time. But can he resist? And when the girl he once loved comes back, who will he decide to spend the New Year with?

…And Sophie just wants to have fun. She’s got the answers to everyone's problems, except her own …. is she the one who needs good friends most of all?

Will a caring, sharing, lust and love filled Christmas lead to the happy ever after they all desire?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including f/m/f and m/f/m ménage) and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

Reviews

“Loved it! This is a hot, steamy read! If you don't like your books full of hot men, women and sex then this isn't the one for you…. I enjoyed it and look forward to the others in this series.”

“Hot, fun read!!! …A great, hot read to warm up the cold winter night!!!!! Wish it was longer, definitely wanted more!!!!”

“Where's #2?? This was my first novel of it's kind to read. I LOVED it and it has me begging for a sequel!”

About the Author

Zara has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them. She submitted her first novel, a thriller, when she was twelve years old but as she hit her mid teens her tastes shifted from action to romance. She was soon addicted to alpha heroes, and what could be better than writing about them?

Her days are now spent daydreaming, and writing, about good looking, well built men who know what they want and know how to get it, men who know the meaning of sensual and put a girl's needs before their own, men who have a sensitive side (for your eyes only) as well as a rough edge, men who love women for what they are, men who aren't afraid to take on an intelligent, sassy woman.

She’s had an exciting and varied life, which feeds into her stories. She’s got an Honours degree in Computer Science, a teenage son, a cat, a cottage in the English countryside, and her own sexy alpha hero! She loves sexy high heels, good food, good wine, music, coffee (lots and lots of coffee), and sunshine. So, whenever she can, she heads off in search of the sun and inspiration for her stories.

Connect with Zara Stoneley

Website: http://www.zarastoneley.com

Blog: http://zarastoneley.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZaraStoneley

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/zarastoneley

Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/zarastoneley

Other Books by Zara Stoneley

Forfeit

Riding High

Masquerade (The Secret Library)

Freefalling (an erotic romance novella from Xcite Books/Romance)

Miss Pemberton's Drawers (an Xcite Books collection of six erotic stories)

Excerpt:

I was turned on something rotten. And I felt mildly ridiculous, if that’s possible. And I didn’t know which feeling was winning. But one thing I did know was that Sophie had gone and the bang of the door meant that Dane was back and I hoped to God he was on his own.

There was a click which I was sure was the door to the boot room opening, then excited yapping. Shit, don’t let them out, don’t let them up here. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the image of ten tons of Irish Wolfhound crashing on to the bed, following by hysterical yapping terrier and the nervous whippet diving under the covers. Shit, shit, shit. Nervous tension flooded my body and I pulled against the ties, no way was I getting out of this. No escape. Being tied to the bed had seemed, momentarily, like a good idea. Well, the way Sophie had sold it had made it irresistible. Now Sophie had gone, and Dane was back it seemed fucking stupid. Particularly her finishing touches of a blindfold and gag. Okay, it was loose, but I couldn’t exactly yell out a warning and tell him to go away again until I got rescued.

My scalp tingled as I heard a creak, the bottom step. No pattering of tiny doggie footsteps, thank the fuck for that. Then another creak. Oh. My. God. What was I doing here? A squeak which could have been the door opening, then silence. My ears were doing their best to prick up so I could hear more, but it wasn’t working. All I could hear was my own uneven breathing, and the pounding of blood in my ears.

“Well, fuck me.” His voice was so low, so deep, so unexpectedly close it made me start and every tiny hair on my body prickle to attention. Not a good look I’m sure. And fucking him wasn’t quite the idea, not yet. I swallowed hard and my sex gave a little involuntary squeeze. There was another heavy footstep and I knew he must be at the foot of the bed.

I jumped, well my whole body did, when his hand came down on my naked skin and the low chuckle made me want to moan, except it was more of a strangled groan given the gag. He rubbed the large capable hand round on my stomach, his rough fingertips sending little sparks straight through my skin and into my bloodstream.

“I thought Christmas came but once a year.” And as he spoke he loosened the gag with one hand and before I had time to draw breath his sweet, sweet lips came down on mine. He tasted of beer, and burger, of mustard, tomato and hops and it should have made me retch, but it was heaven. I reached up to hold his head, to prolong the kiss, well I tried to reach up but my bound wrists stopped the movement abruptly and his lips briefly twitched into a smile at my little grunt of frustration.

His tongue skated along the outside of my teeth, along the tops of them, explored my mouth and then circled around my own tongue as though inviting me to play. So I did. And as my tongue met his the warmth of his hand stroked down my side from chest to hip, straight over the erogenous zone I call my waist and I took a sharp intake of breath, my teeth closing around the tip of his tongue.

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