Beauty and the Geek by Author Kara Huntington

Today I have with me author Kara Huntington. She is a relatively newly published author with Naughty Nights Press and I invited her here today to talk about her upcoming release, Beauty and the Geek, now available for pre-order on and

Beauty and the Geek Cover Art!

1. What inspired this book?

Well it’s kind of based on true events. There was a super hot geek in our small group of friends in high school. He is just as I describe him in the book, but sadly I only found out about his crush on me a few months before graduation. So I spun the tale from there.

2.  What do you like most about Beauty and the Geek?

I would honestly have to say the lighthearted way in which it is presented. There are parts of the story that are dark and a little scary but the way in which it is presented by the main character gives it a lot of comic relief.

3. Where can we find this book?

The book will be officially published October 1st of this year but it is already up for pre-order on and for a special .99 cent pre-release price. After that the price will be going up to its set 2.99.

4. Do you have any other books?

This is my first novella release but I do have a comical short story entitled, Carnal Desires. It is the modern day story of a woman that is betrothed to a man back in her homeland of India. She is able to delay the inevitable marriage by going to university in the United States. Now four years later she is suddenly presented with a gift from the Hindu Goddess Rati. A gift of love, sex and carnal desires, and who is she to deny a Goddess’ generosity.

5. Where can we find you?

Or you can friend me on facebook for daily updates.  

Win Free Cover Art!



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It occured to me the other day that I’ve done a heck of a lot of contests and giveaways for my readers but I’ve never done one for my biggest supporters, other authors! So I’ve created this completely original cover art sketch and I’ve decided to have it as a giveaway in a contest. It’s geared towards paranormal romance because that’s my genre but things can be altered and changed on request…to an extent. Of course the title and author name will be added.

So here are the rules to enter. Share this link on your facebook page and tag Cree Walker. That’s it!  A winner will be randomly chosen on September 18. Good Luck!

Hurry Up and Wait…


When I first tried becoming an author I learned something very quickly. It’s a waiting game. I get that publishing houses and literary agents can’t rush the submission process just because I’m at home counting the days as to when I may or may not hear back from them but I wish they would sometimes. Very few times have I sent out submissions to lit agents and heard back from them before the twelve week waiting period was up…again, if I heard back from them at all. My calendar looks like a manic clown threw up on it and I have long lists of things and people I’m waiting on.

When becoming an author you wait for more important people to look at your submissions…standard wait 3 months per submission. Then if you find a publisher, you realize you’re just one of many other authors awaiting publication, standard wait 6 to 18 months. While you wait for this you are also waiting on overworked editors that can’t for the life of them figure out your inability to use a comma properly and cover artists that are trying to find a fun red-headed model and a hundred pink flamingos wearing sunglasses. Then once the book is published you find yourself waiting on society to discover said book and make it the next big thing…but until then you wait on blog interviews, radio interviews, book contest results and reviews from multiple book magazines, blogs, book stores and your own inspiration to come on command while you struggle to finish one of twelve current works in progress.

It sounds like a lot is going on but it’s a feast or famine kind of situation. By the time a famine hits you’re so geared up in the fast lane for fear of making someone else wait on you, that you end up sitting aimlessly at your computer while you try to think up something productive to do. At this point you realize you should probably start regulating your caffeine intake and update your blog because you don’t want the ten people who have been reading it…to stop because you made them wait!




I just wanted to take a moment to congratulate Victoria Zak on her debut release. She’s been behind the scenes for a long time now and she can appreciate this as much as any veteran author. This is a tough business, full of dreamers. Very few make it but at least once a week I see a facebook post by an author friend that announces that they are resigning, in one way or another.

When I first became a published author I was wondering how anyone could give up on their dreams like that? How could they just quit? But as the time passed I realized the answer to that. They toil away for years, getting caught up in the tornado of promotion, daily life and still trying to find the time to write, all while selling little more than a few books a month. It wears a person down like acid rain. Then they post that they will be offline for a while, they need a break or they need to spend time with their families…and sometimes…most times, we never see them again.

In the beginning I would get jealous at seeing another author’s success but in the last couple of years I find that I have nothing but happiness for those that managed to find their way out of the dreaded pit. It doesn’t happen very often but when it does, it’s magical. You know they earned it and when someone earns something like this…it isn’t luck, they deserve it!

So in conclusion, I once again would like to congratulate Victoria Zak on her novel’s success and hope her all the best in the future!

Victoria Zak and her new best selling novel, Highland Burn

This book was released on July 22 and it already has 12, 5 star reviews from it’s readers and it is currently sitting at…

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #5,663 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)



Will Love’s Flame Quench the Dragon’s Fire? …

The past never stays in the past, it rears its ugly head eventually. James the Black Douglas knows this all too well. With a past that has left him vengeful and his dragon blood thirsty, his reputation as a ruthless warrior haunts his enemies in their sleep. As his allegiance stands with Robert Bruce, the King of Scotland, he must now repay a debt to the king and agrees to marry his daughter, Abigale Bruce. The problem is he doesn’t want a wife. When flames start to burn out of control between him and the auburn-haired lass, he must decide to either kindle the flames of passion or shelter her from the truth and set her free.

It’s What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…

Determined to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is her love enough to soften his hardened heart?

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Elodie Parks and her brand new release…The Black Lion

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.

The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires and releases July 16.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.


When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?


Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, the door would be locked with bolts and a bar on the inside. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Hot Ink Press

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Find ‘The Black Lion’ retailing at .99 cents and equivalent on all Amazons, July 16, 2014, visit Elodie’s blog for the links to buy the book.

About the author:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.



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Susannah Gautier and her novel, No Regrets


A love story about second chances. No Regrets is a steamy, contemporary beach romance set in sultry South Florida. Both sweet and sexy, No Regrets is a fun, escapist read.

Aidan Brice is a man with a string of tragedies in his past. He has settled into his life comfortably as a single man and has no interest in falling in love. But when Jamie Connolly shows up unexpectedly in Seabrook, all bets are off. She was the one who stole his teenage heart years ago, then disappeared from Seabrook without a trace. Seeing her awakens an irresistible desire for her, despite his mistrust of Jamie and a conflict doomed to keep them apart forever.

Jamie Connolly has returned to the tiny town of Seabrook to escape her high society Ex who is stalking her. Once an impoverished orphan, Jamie is now a famous designer in Palm Beach. But she has found the jet-set life style empty and passionless. She hires her old crush, Aidan to remodel a cottage she bought in her hometown. It is soon obvious the innocent kiss they once shared has grown into a burning passion. Too soon, she realizes she is caught up in a web of secrets, lies, and betrayals. A dangerous web that will certainly endanger herself and the people she has grown to love.


     Aidan reached for her and pulled her against him, capturing her mouth with his before she uttered a sound of protest or invitation. Her lips parted under his willingly, and he heard a barely suppressed moan escape her mouth as his tongue touched hers in a moment exquisite pleasure.
She tasted like tart limes, graham crackers, and sunshine rolled into one. Her lips were lush, soft, and warm. The creak of the old ceiling fan faded as he breathed in her heady scent, glorious and sweet. He heard the tap of paws against the wood floors as the mutt scuttled away. Somewhere outside a palm frond rustled against the windowpane, and the bright sunlight faded into darkness as he gave into the succulent lips brushing insistently against his mouth.

     He moved his hands slowly down the curves of her luscious body and wrapped them around her waist. She sighed against his mouth, not trying to suppress it this time and drew her hands up around his neck, pulling him harder, closer to her as if he might try to escape.
He didn’t want to escape. The feel of her was too intense, too wonderfully gratifying to let go. He loved the way she tasted, loved the uninhibited way she responded, the way her body reacted smothered against him. Memories of the taste of her sweet lips invaded his mind, memories of secret kisses on a moonlit night with the sand beneath their feet.
He pressed her against the foyer wall, maddened with some nameless, insatiable hunger. He felt a tremor shimmer through her body as he flattened her against the rough plaster and kissed her hard and deep. He threaded his hands through her silky hair and kissed her face, her neck, and the delicate lobes of her ears, pressing his hardness between the juncture of her thighs. She let out a small whimper of surprise as he ran his hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up with them, and snuggled against her glorious triangle.

     He felt a tug at his shirt as Jamie pulled it free and ran her hands against his bare skin. Her touch surged through his body, igniting a fire he had forgotten he was even capable of feeling. He felt as though he was almost beyond the brink of control. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t lose control.
He let her go abruptly. She clung to him briefly, trying to keep her balance. She didn’t try to talk to him, God forbid, as most females were so fond of doing. She simply pushed her dress down over her thighs and smiled weakly. Her lips were pink and swollen.

     He reached for the door. “Damn,” he muttered.

     He left her then, letting the door slam behind him and carelessly pulled his truck out of her driveway without looking back. He knew if he looked back, he would tear out of his truck, bust the door down, and take Jamie right there on the bare, hardwood floors of her empty living room. That was something he was never going to be able to do.