Monday, November 11, 2013

Uniform Desires Book Blast Tour

Uniform Desires
(Make Mine Military Romance)
Publisher: MMM Publishing
Publication Date:  November 11, 2013

Contributing Authors: 

Six New York Times, USA Today and National Bestselling Authors combine their love of hot military romance, weaving tales of super alpha heroes and the women who love them. They love hard. They love intensely, like everything else in life they do. This is intended as a toe-curling, knee-wobbling read not for the faint of heart as we learn about heroes who put their lives on the line every day.

Six Military Romances

Infatuation by USA Today bestselling author Melissa Schroeder
To prove her love and save her man, she has to go above and beyond the call of duty

SEAL's Honor by award-winning author Elle James
Two Navy SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot

SEAL the Deal by national bestselling author Sharon Hamilton
A SEAL's nightmare of a promise given at his sister's deathbed gives him the woman of his dreams

Dangerous Liaison by national bestselling author Delilah Devlin
A pampered travel agent escapes through the jungle with an undercover DEA agent when a drug lord mistakes her for a rival's daughter

Her Forever Hero by bestselling author JM Madden
When the boss's pregnant, unwed daughter needs rescuing, disabled Marine Grafton Parks proves he's still a hero

Cinderella Liberty by NY Times & USA Today bestselling author Cat Johnson
A weekend liberty leads to unexpected passion between a Marine and his best friend's sister, but he must survive seven months in Afghanistan to get back to her



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Delilah Devlin
Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse!

For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.
She is published by  Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Visit Delilah's website at

Melissa Schroeder

From an early age, Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book.

Since the publication of her first book in 2004, Melissa has had close to fifty romances published. She writes in genres from historical suspense to modern day erotic romance to futuristics and paranormals. Included in those releases is the bestselling Harmless series. In 2011, Melissa branched out into self-publishing with A Little Harmless Submission and the popular military spinoff, Infatuation: A Little Harmless Military Romance. Along the way she has garnered an epic nomination, a multitude of reviewer’s recommended reads, over five Capa nods from TRS, three nominations for AAD Bookies and regularly tops the best seller lists on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Since she spent her childhood as a military brat, Melissa swore never to marry military. But, as we all know, Fate has her way with mortals. She is married to an AF major and is raising her own brats, both human and canine. She spends her days giving in to her addiction to Twitter, counting down the days until her hubby retires, and cursing the military for always sticking them in a location that is filled with bugs big enough to eat her children. 

Visit Melissa’s website at

Cat Johnson

It all started in first grade when Cat Johnson won the essay contest at Hawthorne Elementary School and got to ride in the Chief of Police's car in the Memorial Day Parade...and the rest, as they say, is history. As an adult, Cat generally tries to stay out of police cars and is thrilled to be writing for a living. She has been published under a different name in the Young Adult genre, but released her first romance in 2006. 

Today, she is a NY Times & USA Today best-selling, award-winning author of contemporary romance and contracted with Kensington and Samhain Publishing. She's also sponsored real live bull riding cowboys.

Visit Cat’s website at

Elle James

Dorchester Publishing released Elle’s first novel and 2004 Golden Heart Winner TO KISS A FROG in March of 2005. Since then, she’s contracted with Harlequin Enterprises Ltd to produce eleven Harlequin Intrigues between 2006-2009.

Elle belongs to the Romance Writers of America, and is a member of the Diamond State Romance Authors, San Antonio Romance Authors, Oklahoma Romance Authors, Society of Childrens Bookwriters and Illustrators, American Screenwriting Association, Published Author Special Interest Chapter, Mystery Writers of America, Novelists Inc, Scriptscene and RomVets chapters.

With the support of her parents, husband, one teenage child, two grown children and one grandchild, Elle is currently at home in Northwest Arkansas happily writing her next edge-of-the-seat suspense.

Visit Elle’s website at

Or visit her alter-ego Myla Jackson at

Sharon Hamilton

Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.
She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers..

Visit Sharon's  website at

JM Madden

I don't like to talk about myself so this will be short and sweet.

I am a wife and mother of two. I currently stay home to take care of the farm and family, which I love. I was a deputy sheriff in Ohio for nine years, and I found myself tapping that experience as I wrote Second Time Around. No, I didn't tackle and cuff my husband, although there was that time in K-mart... Anyway, it was quite a change going from writing technical reports with diagrams, witness statements, inventories etc that would stand up in court to writing contemporary romance. I've always written, though, and it was always a dream to do something with that huge, leaning stack of spiral-bound notebooks.

Second Time Around was my first release, and Love on the Line is my eighth. I thank you so much for taking an interest in my work...

Stay tuned. There's a lot more coming

Visit JM's  website at

Excerpt 1 - SEAL the Deal by Sharon Hamilton
Devon Brandeburg didn’t see Sophie’s car, but did find a God-awful yellow, totally obnoxious Hummer she’d need a stepladder to mount, parked at an angle and taking up half the parking lot. She knew right away it belonged to Sophie’s full-of-himself SEAL brother, Nick. He’d driven up five years ago after he made it through the BUD/S program. He was so puffed up with his own hubris, he pushed all the air out of the room when he entered.

            The worst thing about the guy, as Devon remembered, is that he automatically thought any girl would fall down on her knees and beg him to do the nasty with him. Devon had been so bold as to ask him one time about suicides increasing in the military from a documentary she’d seen. His answer was, “Not the SEALs. Hell, why would we deprive the ladies of some fun? We’re God’s gift to the female population.”

            He’d given her that big goofy smile, overly confident and irritating as heck. In Sonoma County, she never ran across such bravado and just sheer braggadocios.

            It had turned her stomach. She’d rolled her eyes and when she looked back at him he had the nerve to wink!

            But later, she had a hard time putting the sight of his hard body and muscular arms, easily twice the size of anyone else she knew, out of her mind. And yes, she did dream about him that night. That kind of pissed her off.

            All that was when she was twenty and completely inexperienced.  Hell, she still was a virgin at twenty-five, a secret she guarded with her life.

            No, sexual confidence wasn’t something she’d had a chance to develop, but she’d make damned sure, if Sophie forced her to talk to him about his sister’s estate, Mr. Nicholas Dunn would never know that little factoid.

            She’d become a successful realtor and made enough to support herself with a decent lifestyle. She’d mentored under Sophie originally. But Sophie gave up her career in real estate to go into the nursery business. Devon became the professional, while Sophie got her hands dirty tending to a failing business. They remained best friends.

            She parked her Lexus a distance away from the rock-spraying beast of a vehicle Nick was probably driving, and secretly hoped he’d not be there.

            Her luck wasn’t that good.

            He still sucked all the air out of the room. He was standing at Sophie’s little sink washing dishes. And he was singing, rocking his hips from side to side. Was this the song from Flashdance?

            “I’m a maniac—“

            She couldn’t resist breaking in.

            “Well look at you, so domestic?” She crossed her arms, tilted her head and enjoyed the surprised expression coming from this normally self-composed brute. He hit the water faucet with his fist to slam it shut and dried his hands. Then he slowly perused the length of her body, leaving no part unexplored. His emerald green eyes were blazing.

Still the same cocky son of a bitch. Devon knew he didn’t care if he got caught ogling her, so confident was he that a rejection wasn’t anywhere in his future.

He leaned his butt against the tiled countertop. Then he threw down the towel and mirrored Devon’s stance with crossed arms. “Been awhile, Dev.”


“Right. Still don’t like me, do you?”

“You’re a good judge of character,” she answered. “I’ll give you that.”

“You’re just as scrappy as Sophie told me you’d be.” He smiled as if his approval mattered to her.

“I’ll just leave you to your work, then.”

“Oh the dishes are done. I was going to sweep the floor and then wash all the windows. But you go ahead and do all that computer stuff you realtors do. Way beyond me.”

In a huff, Devon sat down at the plank tabletop and opened up her computer. She set the manila folders she’d brought to the side, stacked on top of each other. She crossed her legs and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of her scalp, took a deep breath and logged on to the internet, doing a property search. She tried to focus.

The soft sweeping sound of Sophie’s broom brushing against the cool concrete floor of the shop was distracting. Didn’t help much that Nick wrestled the handle with such force, he could almost break it. His forearms were nearly as big as her thighs. His shoulders moved with sinewy grace underneath smooth tanned skin. His mop of blond hair went in all directions. He tickled her ankles as he extended the broom under the table and swept the area around her.

“Does that bother you?” he asked. He’d leaned his chin on the end of the broomstick.

“As in, were you trying to?”

“Nope. It was an honest question.” The sparkle in his eyes made him out to be a liar. Devon knew there wasn’t anything honest about him, except for the way his animal magnetism was making her lose her focus.

“You want some coffee, Devon?” he asked.

“Wow. You clean the dishes, sweep the floor, and you make coffee? The Navy must have trained you well. What did they do get some of the senior wives to come in and give you pointers?”

“I don’t need any pointers.”

In spite of herself, she blushed. Damn.

He turned, fired up the coffee grinder and started a fresh pot, all with his back to her. He had a variety of Celtic crosses and symbols poking up above the collar of his T-shirt. She could see discoloration from beneath the white cotton fabric, showing dark tats stains on his shoulders and upper arms. One long stream of tats looking like footprints of a three-legged toad was inked on his right inside forearm. She studied the enormous V of his upper torso leading to the small waist, his deltoids and lats so tight they looked like they’d hurt. In spite of herself, she wondered what they would feel like—

He caught her staring as he turned around and stealthily crossed the room with two mugs of the hot black coffee. Placing one next to her computer, within arms reach, he took a seat right across from her.

“I dare you to say there’s a better cup of coffee anywhere.” His deep green eyes were almost iridescent.

She sipped the steamy liquid and shrugged, going back to ignoring him. She continued to search the computer lists she had opened. Nick slurped his coffee. She could feel his eyes still focused on her.

She didn’t care how long he stared. She wasn’t going to return the gaze. Didn’t the guy have any shame? Or, maybe this is how he chose to process the pain he must be feeling with Sophie’s illness. Either way, it was making her feel like she was spinning out of control.
She frowned, consulted her yellow-lined tablet and kept tapping on the keys. Her red nail polish matched her red suit, but now she wished she’d worn black.

One of her heels fell off and plopped to the ground because her legs were crossed. She briefly looked up at him, only to see the wiggle of his eyebrows, and the unspoken offer to crawl under the table and place the patent leather pump back on her foot. That would mean he’d have to touch her calf as he adjusted the shoe. He’d hold her ankle with both his dinner plate hands, and his fingers—

Feeling very much like an insect impaled with a pin in a collection box, she inhaled loudly, stuffed her foot into her errant shoe, and picked up the pace of her typing.
He watched her silently.

The room was beginning to heat up. The late fall weather pattern was growing hot, which meant some long sweaty nights with the crickets chirping madly, since Sophie’s house didn’t have air conditioning. Neither did the nursery. She sighed, blowing air up to her bangs.

“You should have worn something sleeveless.”

“What do you care what I wear?”

“I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

“Oh really? Is that why you sit there and make an obnoxious ass of yourself while you watch me work? You think that’s some kind of fun?”

“I enjoy watching beautiful women.”

“Really? Women who don’t know you? Women who don’t care in the slightest anything about you? Sounds like a rather pathetic way to spend a few minutes.”

“Not from over here.”

She shot up to her feet. “Enough. Nick. Go outside. Make yourself useful. I’m sure there are some weeds to pull or some walkways to rake.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He took his mug and swaggered outside into the afternoon sunlight. She found herself still gasping for air at the sight of him making his way lazily across the parking lot.

Devon’s heart rate was thumping wildly. A bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts.

Whatever it was she’d dreamt about five years ago was still there. Lurking. Waiting to pounce.


GRAND PRIZE:  $50.00 gift card to Amazon

2ND PLACE:  SWAG Pack from Elle James

RUNNERS UP:  SIX runners-up will receive an eBook of UNIFORM DESIRES
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