by Claire Contreras
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Sunday Brunch is where we ask an author a series of ridiculous questions that have little or nothing to do with books or reading, all in an attempt for you to get to know the person behind the books and maybe, just maybe…pick up one of their titles. Hope you enjoy!

BHR: You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?

Claire: Blood Thirsty Red. I don’t know. I just like that name and it would be deep red, which is always nice.

BHR: You are an alien, with your own spaceship – who do you abduct?

Claire: Stephen King and clone the shit out of him.

BHR: If you were a stalker, would you be good at it?

Claire: Hell yes.

BHR: What’s your favorite ’90s jam?

Claire: Damn. Hard question. I’ll just go with Hand in My Pocket by Alanis Morissette since it’s the first song that comes to mind (What it all comes down tooooo
is that everything is going to be quite all riiight).

BHR: If you were on an island and could only bring three things, what would you bring?

Claire: Journal, water, and a phone with one of those huge battery packs. Is there reception, though?… shit… I need to rethink this. If there’s no reception then I guess a book. I don’t know what book though. Maybe Shutter Island. Might as well go completely insane while I’m on this island.

BHR: If you could be any animal in the world, what animal would you be and why? 

Claire: My two favorite animals are: octopus and owls, but I’m afraid of the ocean and I’m afraid of flying, so… I’m basically screwed. Maybe an indoor cat because they get away with being assholes and still get fed.

BHR: What’s the most money you’ve ever drunkenly spent at a fast food joint?

Claire: Not much. Probably $5. Hello, have you been to Wendy’s or Taco Bell? You can get just about anything for $1.

BHR: If there was a movie produced about your life, who would play you and why?

Claire: LOL, Millie Bobby Brown (I’m assuming this movie will happen after I die).

BHR: Who would you let punch you directly in the face?

Claire: Fuck off. Nobody.

BHR: How old were you when you realised Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny probably never actually knew one another in real life?

Claire: Dude… when I was seven I figured out the Easter Bunny because my mom left the basket in her backseat and left me in the car while she ran into the store for 5min. I mean, who does that? (The basket part, obviously nobody leaves a kid in the car in 2016. We’d all be in jail if we lived the way we did back then). After I figured that out, I started questioning EVERYTHING. I still do.

BHR: We come to your house for dinner, what are we eating?

Claire: Depends. How many days did I have to prepare for this and do you have any allergies? Either way I’d probably buy Jamaican food from this joint a few blocks down. SO, SO GOOD.

BHR: What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever unintentionally vomited?

Claire: The fair (in front of everybody, right by the entrance). I had a stomach virus, but decided I needed to go eat Elephant Ears since the fair only comes once a year. Not a good idea.

BHR: What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever intentionally vomited?

Claire: Nowhere. That was the only time I’ve ever vomited in 32 years (not kidding).

BHR: Who was your favorite Spice Girl?

Claire: I never liked the Spice Girls :/ . I know.

BHR: What is your favorite kind of cookie?

Claire: Double stuf Oreos. Unless you bake chocolate chip cookies, and then those are my favorite. Warm with cold milk. Yum.

BHR: What is your favorite quote?

Claire: “We walk alone through this world, but if we’re lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.”

BHR: Who do you just hate the most? 😉

Claire: Ha. Wouldn’t you like to know?

BHR: Where would you go in a time machine?

Claire: Wow. It’s a toss-up between ancient Egypt and Woodstock 1969.


the-player-claire-contrerasI’m naturally gifted on the field and between the sheets. With flashy cars and enough media attention to put the Royal Family to shame, I’m the definition of Most Eligible Bachelor.

I’ve never met a man who doesn’t want to be me or a woman who doesn’t want to tame me. Until I meet Camila.

From the moment I lay eyes on her, I know I have to have her.

She wants to keep me at arm’s length.
I want her naked in my bed.

She thinks our worlds are too different.
All I want her to think about is screaming my name.

She says I’m bad news.

I have three weeks to prove her wrong.


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About Claire Contreras

Claire is a New York Times & USA Today Best Selling author, mother of two, wife of one, owner of three dogs, and breast cancer survivor.

She enjoys writing anything from children’s stories to erotic suspense, but her most notable work is a contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and dreaming about places she wants to visit.

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Top 5 Love Triangles with Tiffany Snow: Play to Win Promo/ Giveaway

Top 5 Love Triangles with Tiffany Snow: Play to Win Promo/ GiveawayPlay To Win by Tiffany Snow
Series: Risky Business #3
February 23, 2016
Also in this series: Power Play
Also by this author: Power Play
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Falling in love with polar-opposite men was an intoxicating ride that nearly ended Sage Reese's life. Now it's time for Sage to decide: Parker, the clean-cut, filthy-rich business magnate . . . or Ryker, the tough-as-nails undercover detective. Her choice? Neither. Because she can't stand the thought of coming between two brothers-in-arms finally trying to repair their friendship.

Yet not everyone feels the same way, including a mysterious woman who's come to Ryker and Parker for help. Sage knows firsthand how hard it is for the two former Marines to resist a damsel in distress. But something just doesn't feel right.

Now there's a danger closing in that only Sage can see, and she intends to do everything she can to protect Parker and Ryker-even at the risk of losing them both.


The Risky Business series centers around one spunky woman, Sage – who ends up entwined in a dangerous life or death game. She’s forced to rely on two key players. Parker, her boss and a powerful business man. And Ryker, a police detective with a troubling past where Parker is concerned.  Secrets, mistrust and passion have her forming different, yet strong relationships with both men…leading to a love triangle a bit different than those you might be used to.  So we asked Tiffany Snow what her top 5 Bookish Love Triangles were.  Here’s her list.

1.       Eric/Sookie/Bill in the Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris

2.       Ranger/Stephanie/Morelli in the Stephanie Plum Series by Janet Evanovich

3.       One of mine, of course! Blane/Kathleen/Kade in the Kathleen Turner Series

4.       Rhett/Scarlett/Ashley in Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

5.       Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet/Wickham in Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen



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About Tiffany Snow

Tiffany attended the University of Missouri – Columbia, attaining two degrees in History and Social Studies Education. After working many years as an instructor and consultant in the Information Technology field, Tiffany now writes full-time.

Tiffany loves to read and has been reading romance novels since she was way too young to read such things. She has an unhealthy obsession for all things Doctor Who, prefers Pepsi to Coke and Absolut to both, thinks men who drink girly cocktails are wusses, has learned to never stop believing in her beloved St. Louis Cardinals, and can recite the entire scripts of When Harry Met Sally and Apollo 13. George Washington is cool, Bon Jovi still rocks the house, and Bruce Willis is the ultimate alpha-male hero.

Married with two wonderful daughters, Tiffany and her family make their home in Kansas City, Missouri, not far from where she was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri.

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Author Interview with JA DeRouen + Giveaway!by J.A. DeRouen
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
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Perfection. One word. Three syllables. Every reason why I’ll never have the one thing I truly want. I stand dutifully on the pedestal he’s built, waiting for the day he truly sees me.

Then one amazing night, he lets down his walls, only to leave me the next day.

Years have passed, and I’ve tried to move on with my life. But I still dream of him. I still miss him everyday. The memories haunt me. How can I look to the future when my past remains a mystery? The time has come to find the boy who stole my heart and ran away without a word.

But not everyone who is lost wants to be found.

My name is Alexandra Fontaine, and this is my story of unfinished love.

Wings Over Poppies is book #2 in the Over series and can be read as a standalone novel. Warning: This is a new adult romance. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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Happy one year publiversary, JA DeRouen!  Wings Over Poppies was a top 2015 read for me, and was also my pick for Debbie to read in our Read This F*cking Book Challenge (which she loved, thank fuck.)  To celebrate,  we’re having an awesome giveaway with six winners (five ebook winners and one winner to receive the grand prize of a signed paperback of WOP, an Amazon gift card, a funny coffee mug and some hilarious socks…which, if you follow JA, these are a wardrobe staple for her.)

First, let me talk about Wings Over Poppies.  I won’t make this lengthy (insert inappropriate chuckle) but I will tell you this – this book will make you feel all the feels.  All of them.  Hurt, love, giddiness, angst, pain…and most importantly, hope.  Their story is one that proves “love conquers all,”  and it’ll stick with you for a long time.  AND, it’s on sale right now for only ninety-nine pennies!  (All her books are on KU, too.  Cain, in book 3, is probably one of my most favorite males, ever.  You cannot understand how crazy funny that man is until you experience it first hand!)

I have to throw in here, JA DeRouen is one awesome bitch.  Like, I’ve been stalking her like crazy for a year now, and I still haven’t been threatened with a restraining order.  And each time I tell her I have strong lezbehonest feelings for her, she just laughs and tells me my weird is showing and to tuck that shit back in.

I sent her some questions – and her answers are perfect.  Check them out and then don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

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What made you start writing?  Have you always wanted to be a writer? I’ve always been an avid reader and a relentless daydreamer, but I never thought of it as something I’d actually pursue. Publishing was for the cool kids, and that’s not me. The quirky kid? Yep, absolutely—but not the cool kid. Then self publishing came along and changed the game. Now, I can pursue writing as a hobby and just have fun. It’s not a job to me—it’s something I love to do.

Where do you get your inspiration from? There are bits and pieces of my life woven throughout my stories. If something shameful or utterly embarrassing happens to a character? Yep, you can bet that was me. I also get inspiration from music, the people in my life—my husband, my crazy kid …

Do you have a favorite character, or story, that you’ve written?  I think Cain, the hero of Storms Over Secrets, will always be my favorite. I love people who are shameless and undeniably themselves, and that’s definitely him. He’s always full on, ass out, blowing in the breeze, and I love that.

Favorite animal?  Unicorn … don’t fight me, Leah, unicorns are animals and they are REAL! LOL!

Boxer or briefs? Briefs. No baggy boxer shorts allowed—show us what you’re working with!!

Coffee or tea? Coffee, especially the fun kind. My fave is a samocha latte. It tastes just like a Girl Scout cookie. YUM!!!

Are you a lover of the man bun? I’d much rather tug on a beard than a man bun … just sayin’.

Most awkward or hilarious thing that’s happened to you at a signing? I haven’t made an ass out of myself at a signing yet (something to look forward to), but I did have a reader message me and gush about how much she loved my MC series. Um … LOL! Seriously, she was very sweet when I told her she had the wrong chick. 😉

Explain your surroundings when you write – quaint coffee shop?  Early morning, on the couch?  Naked, post-sex coital when you’re full of, um, inspiration? OMG, I almost shot coffee through my nose!!! I threw away my table months ago and took over my dining room. I have a desk and an oversized chair. Marketing/editing/clerical crap takes place at the desk. The fun stuff, writing, takes place in my big chair. If my family is being especially rowdy, I have a cool, local coffee shop that I love. I always make sure to wear pants when I go there.

Were you the cool kid in school?  Jock?  Nerd?  Goth? I was the goody-two-shoes, for sure. Now, I was on dance team my freshman and sophomore year, but since my dancing chops rival Elaine from Seinfeld, the judges must have been smoking crack when they scored my tryout. Unfortunately, looking like an epileptic on the gym floor during pep rallies does not up your street cred in high school.

What books do you have planned for 2016? I’ll be releasing the fourth and final book of The Over Series late summer, early fall of 2016. Marlo’s book will close out that series. There is one other thing in the works for winter 2016, but it’s still under wraps. 😉

Do you ever see yourself writing a different genre? Hmmmm … I don’t see me venturing very far from the new adult/contemporary romance genre. The only other genre I would be interested in writing is chick lit, but that could happen sooner rather than later.

Any signings in 2016?  I’ll be signing at Indies in NY in August. My first trip to the Big Apple! Whoop whoop!!

Any hard limits when reading/writing? I try my best to keep an open mind, but of course, there are things that I gravitate toward more than others. I love all things second chance romance, marriage of convenience, celebrity romance, and asshole heroes. I have a special place in my heart for the assholes. That being said, if an author can make me fall in love with a book that usually isn’t my cup of tea, they’ve got a fan for life. I love being won over.

Lastly, and most importantly, who is your favorite fan?  Lezbehonest, it’s me…right? I’ve already scheduled our anniversary couples massages, my love … WITH happy endings!!! LOLOL!

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Walk Through Fire by Kristen Ashley Blog Tour: Q&A + Excerpt + Giveaway


We are so excited to be participating in Kristen Ashley’s WALK THROUGH FIRE blog tour! Debbie recently posted her review of the latest installment of the Chaos series HERE. We also have a little Q&A with the Queen, Kristen Ashley, and an except for the latest installment in the Chaos series. So stick around, read the Q&A and Excerpt, and then enter the giveaway for a chance to win all the current books in this phenomenal biker romance series. 

Walk Through Fire

The flame never dies . . .

Millie Cross knows what it’s like to burn for someone. She was young and wild and he was fierce and even wilder-a Chaos biker who made her heart pound. They fell in love at first sight and life was good, until she learned she couldn’t be the woman he needed and made it so he had no choice but to walk away. Twenty years later, Millie’s chance run-in with her old flame sparks a desire she just can’t ignore. And this time, she won’t let him ride off . . .

Bad boy Logan “High” Judd has seen his share of troubles with the law. Yet it was a beautiful woman who broke him. After ending a loveless marriage, High is shocked when his true love walks back into his life. Millie is still gorgeous, but she’s just a ghost of her former self. High’s intrigued at the change, but her betrayal cut him deep-and he doesn’t want to get burned again. As High sinks into meting out vengeance for Millie’s betrayal, he’ll break all over again when he realizes just how Millie walked through fire for her man . . .

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Kristen Ashley Q&A

  1. What’s the hardest thing about writing a reunion love story? What’s the easiest?

The hardest is experiencing the emotions of the characters’ regret of actions taken that shouldn’t have been or time lost. Being deep in the heads of my heroes and heroines, that can be exhausting and, for my characters, crippling. But I love the familiarity they have, the ability to build on something that already has a foundation rather than having to create the foundation. No insta-love there!

  1. What can you tell us about High and Millie that we won’t find in the book?

High’s fighting a losing battle. Millie might embrace a house where there are coasters in only one room, and the woman can make a mess, but in the end, she’s still tidy (and so is Cleo, Zadie…not so much).

  1. What’s the last book you read?

Natural Law by Joey W. Hill. An erotica story that, bar none, was the best erotica I’ve ever read. Not the easiest, it’s BDSM and there were comfort zones that were stretched for me, but hands down the best. The characters were wonderful and wonderfully well-drawn. The dialogue flowed beautifully. The writing is exceptional and the story was exceptionally well-told. There’s humor. There’s excitement (of more than the sexual variety). There’s deep emotion. The sex was amazing and amazingly described. But it was the way Joey guided her readers through those tough bits—bits that were essential to the story, that she needed us to get through but she handled us and her characters with care, so instead of squirming with unease, you understand precisely what it means to the story—that boggled my mind (in a good way). She has a gift. I immediately downloaded the next in that series and can’t wait to read it.


  1. What has been your favorite experience as a writer?

There’s no way to pick just one. This is the best job in the world. The absolute best.



Walk Through Fire Excerpt

I beeped the locks and had a hand to the handle when I heard, “Lookin’ for me?”

When that deep, coarse voice came at me through the dark, my body became paralyzed, my eyes glued to my hand on the handle.

Then it kept coming at me.

“Bitch, followed you the last forty-​five minutes. Reb got in touch. Told me you hit Scruff’s.” On the next, the voice was nearer. “You’re lookin’ for me. So tell me what the fuck you want so you can quit lookin’ and I can quit lookin’ at you.” Slowly, I turned, my head going back automatically because I felt him close and I knew what close to Logan meant.

I was five-seven.

He was six-​one.

He towered over me, or at least that’s what it always felt like because he wasn’t only tall, he was also a big guy with a big presence.

And right then, it felt like that, especially since his big presence was an angry one.

His face was in shadows, I could barely see it.

But I could feel him.

And I could smell him.

God, I could smell him.

He didn’t wear cologne or aftershave. His scent was all his. And I remembered lying in our bed holding his pillow to me, my face shoved into the sheets, taking him in after I’d made him walk away.

His scent hadn’t changed. Not even a nuance.

Smelling it without warning felt like walking unsuspecting into the street and having a truck slam into you. And that feeling was so strong it was a wonder my body didn’t go careening through the trucks and bikes, slamming into them, shattering every bone.

He moved forward so he was in my space, the smell strengthened and my body tightened to guard against it.

“Woman, after all this time, whatever shit you gotta hand me, fuckin’ do it,” he ordered irately. “You got two seconds to spit it the fuck out. You don’t, you won’t get another chance, and you know I’ll make it that way. So this is your only shot. Take it or get in your fuckin’ car and get your ass outta my world.”

I stared into the shadows of his face, wishing with everything that I could see it.

Apparently, I did this for two seconds because Logan bit out, “Right. See nothin’s changed. Weak. Now get your ass . . .” he dipped his face to mine, “gone.”

And when he did, I got up on my toes and kissed him.

It was totally crazy.

But I also totally couldn’t help it.

He smelled so fucking good.

And he was Logan.

Close. Right there. His face in mine.

He jerked away, muttering a disgusted, “What the fuck?”

But the words or their tone didn’t penetrate.

I smelled him and I’d had a taste.

I was gone.

I lifted both hands to either side of his head, yanked him down to me, and went back in, going for it, giving it my all. Even when his fingers clenched painfully into my hips pushing them back to set me away, I held on tighter and shoved my tongue between his lips.

It touched his, just that, just a touch, and then I cried out into his mouth when I found my back slammed into my SUV.

But it wasn’t his way to get me to let him go.


His head slanted and he forced my tongue out of his mouth when his invaded mine.

And that was when I was gone.

I was already gone but right then there was nothing to me.

Nothing at all.

Except my hands on Logan’s head, his body pressing mine into my car, his smell all around us, his tongue plundering my mouth, all this exploding fire everywhere.

He drove a hand into my hair, twisting it, the pain bristling over my scalp and I cried out into his mouth again even as I arched deeper, pressed closer, willing, like it had always been, to give it all because he was Logan, he got it all.

But also because I knew I’d get it back a hundredfold.

He swayed us forward so his other arm could lock across my back and he kept at my mouth as I rolled way up on my toes, pushing deep, wrapping my arms around his neck, consumed by the kiss and not giving that first fuck.

I was ready to ride it out.

No, I needed to ride it out.

No matter where it went.

He broke away and that was when my hand went into his hair, fisting tight in protest.

“That what you want?” he growled, his voice lower, the abrasion physical, and I shivered with delight.

I wasn’t entirely certain of the question but I answered a breathy, “Yes.”

“That’s what you want,” he repeated, a statement this time, seeking confirmation.

“Yes, Logan.”

He let me go but took my hand, his skin rough against my fingers. The feel of it back after all these years washed through me and I fancied I remembered every time, in quick succession, from the first night we met to the night before I broke it off when he’d taken my hand and guided me somewhere.

Lost in it like I’d always been lost in it, I followed blindly.

Attached to Logan, I’d go anywhere.

Even if we were walking through fire.



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