Get your e-readers charged everyone. Felicity Kates’ latest book, Fit To Be Tied, the long awaited sequel to Steam Bunny is here! To celebrate she’s having a party on July 31 and giving away copies of her book. So stop in at the party for a chance to win awesome prizes and schmooze with some of your favorite authors who will be there too: Shehanne Moore, Anne Lange, Renea Mason, Zara Cox and Rissa Blakeley. The party link is here: Whoohoo party time!
And here’s what the new book is all about:
Fit To Be Tied
Release date: July 31, 2015
Series: Little Miss Kick-Ass, book #2, standalone sequel to Steam Bunny and Super-Sex Me. (no cliffhangers)
explicit sex scenes, graphic language, profanity, may trigger readers sensitive to
He was the bad guy in Steam Bunny. The superhero lover in Super-Sex Me. Now find out what deep dark secrets make Race Lindstrom Fit To Be Tied in the latest erotic romance novella in the Little
Miss Kick-Ass series.
1 Viking sex god + 1 kick-ass heroine = 130 pages full of hot sex scenes, snappy dialogue and heart-aching romance. Grab a glass of wine, a fan to cool yourself, and a box of tissues. You’re going to need it.
From bestselling author, Felicity Kates, the Little Miss Kick-Ass series continues.
Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten, takes center stage this time with her nemesis, Race Lindstrom.
Is love written in the stars by the gods, or just a fantasy?
He’s a liar. A manipulative ass. He doesn’t deserve a
second chance. Yet I can’t stop thinking about him and that night we shared in
Chicago four weeks ago. He dominates my dreams, making me want him more each
day. Trapped with him at an Ice Hotel in Sweden, do I have a hope in hell
of resisting him? Maybe not, but I’ll kick his ass if he ever calls me his
She’s the love of my life, my dream, the goddess I’ve
been waiting an eternity for. I know she hates me for the deceptive life I’ve
led, but I want to give her everything she’s ever craved, fill each second of
her life with bliss. But…trapped for a weekend in the place where my life
went to hell, how can I avoid the nightmare that haunts me? Not to mention the
ass-kicking Astrid will give me when she discovers the darkest secret of my
Steamy excerpt (readers 18+):
as I can put into my voice without resorting to using my unique gift in
persuasion. If she’s going to trust me, she needs to do so on her own.
friend was what? Honest business?” Her eyes flash with anger as she speaks in
hushed tones. “You used me, Race. Just like you’re using me now for this stupid
reality TV show. If I didn’t love Casey and Lucas so much, there’s no way in
hell I’d ever be here as part of this wedding crap. So just shove it with your
games and your lies.”
against her seat and resumes looking out her window.
damn. How can I explain to her any differently than the few hundred times I’ve
already tried? What will it take to get her to understand, without using my
gods-given gift of influence, that meeting her at that Fan Expo convention
changed my life forever?
to swindle a deal. And, yes, I set out to do so by compromising the fiery
relationship between Lucas and Casey. But it wasn’t the Buxom Bunny who caught my
and kept on walking by. Saved us from the pain we’re experiencing now by
keeping everything strictly business. But being around her eased the lonely ache,
even as it twisted it with memories best left buried. And I couldn’t deny the
startling realization, which imprinted on my body that first intensely erotic
night we shared, that maybe, just maybe, the gods have handed me a precious
mistake in saying so is obvious the moment the words blurt from my mouth.
clearly offended by the idea. “Don’t start with that bullshit. That’s low, even
in a breath, fighting for calm. “Do you even know what love is, Race?” she asks,
her patronizing tone loaded with anger as she folds her hands in her lap.
so long ago now, at Charity’s first shy kiss. And I’ve felt the absolute agony
of it as the body of my wife grew cold in my arms. The rage and helplessness of
knowing, that even with all the unique power I was born with, there was nothing
I could do to stop death.
the gut-wrenching insanity again. Yet here I am, more insane than ever, at the
mercy of Astrid’s rejection.
plane banks toward Kiruna. Out of the corner of my eye, the small city looms
large in the window, but if Astrid notices the dazzling view, it doesn’t show.
Her nostrils flare, her gaze fixed squarely on me.
my lesson. End of story. So stop trying to prove what a con you are. I get it.”
stop rolling her eyes and settle her gaze on mine again. “Before you knew my
name. When you thought I was just some guy in a costume. How did it feel when
we were together?”
eyes before her expression turns hot with shame. She sucks in a breath and
blinks, her chin lifting slightly. Wary. Distrustful.
within her stole my heart. My crumpled, damaged heart. Does she think I enjoy
feeling this vulnerability? This painful re-awakening?
have to explain the full extent of my secrets to her as I’m certain she must
already have questions about her own. But first, she needs to trust me. “Now
who’s lying, Astrid?” I can’t help prodding.
eyes and smile when she looked at me the moment we met at the convention. I saw
it in her dreams while she slept beside me that one precious night we shared.
identity intruded, and the callous shell I worked so hard to build out of my
loss and pain came back to bite me. Hard.
my name took root with swift, uncompromising fury. She clings to it now as a
shield. But it’s a shield I fully intend to crack. Swiftly. And without mercy.
this trip. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me the hell alone.”
lick my lips as her own purse in frustration. “I am a selfish bastard. I love
you. I want you. And I won’t stop until you are moaning my name with my cock
buried deep inside you. Bliss, sweetheart. I’m going to give you bliss or die
Other books by Felicity Kates:
Steam Bunny available free on Kindle Unlimited for the summer (or winter depending on which hemisphere you are).
About the Author:
fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have
super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for
walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her
eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity is a firm believer in snuggling under blankets
and reading a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing,
she can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son,
whom she loves very, very much.