New Year Blog Hop with a spectacular grand prize and around 200 extra individual blog giveaways

New Year Blog Hop has finished and the winner of the draw for the $10 Amazon gift card, this blog's individual prize is,
 Vera Mallard, Congrats, the gift card email will be sent by Amazon very soon. MUAH to all who entered the draws.
It's another year over! Can you believe it? Well we authors, readers, and bloggers sure can't. And to celebrate the New Year with bang, we're going crazy and sending out so many prizes, fun parties, experiences, and other goodies, that it's a bit scary.

We are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that's not all....

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
Please note the swag prize is not international 
Just to get you in the reading mood here is a snippet from the contemporary erotic romance, 'Millie Reinvented'.



He moved close to her after the waiter left their table, and Millie let herself stare at him. She looked at his dark blue eyes fringed with long lashes, and thought how some girls would envy those. She looked at his lips, and decided they were meant for kissing. They invited kisses, and she leaned slightly so that their heads were closer.

August stared back at her. He looked at her lips and thought how if he didn’t kiss her soon he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He looked at her long hair, tangled slightly at the front from the wind and rain they had just run through, and wanted her hair in his hands. He looked into her blue eyes, a paler shade of blue than his own, and right then full of longing.
August put a hand up to hold her face, and brought his lips to hers. They kissed each other gently, and then hungrily. 
***** 
All you have to do is comment with your email address to be entered for the grand prize AND this blog prize, a $10 Amazon gift card, (please indicate in your comment if you are from the United Kingdom to have the prize in £).


 
 

To make the Yuletide a little sweeter here are some of the pics of the male muses for some of my erotic novles


This guy, taken from a friend on Facebook, has to be 'Dominic Reed' from 'The Horoscope Writer', one of the sexiest characters ever. Those hips and stomach mmm...
Thanks to another Facebook friend, who knows I have a wet men fetish, we have the above 'muse'

The gorgeous (character name), proved so popular on the last blog hop, I thought I would give him to you again.
Look out for the next blog hops coming soon for New Year celebrations

Today's guest author is Victoria Adams

Welcome to the blog Victoria

Tell us a little about yourself,



My name is Victoria Adams. I live in Ontario, Canada with my husband. Our daughter has grown up (overnight) and is out in the adult world. I love to cook and to garden and I have a second degree black belt in TaeKWonDo.
I write contemporary romance and new adult (17 to 22).



Where can we find more information about you and your books?
Both of my books are on Amazon KDP.

Dancing in Circles (Book 1) -  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009PFNPMG

Blog – Pages of Romance – http://victoriaadams.blogspot.com
FaceBook – Circles Trilogy Page - http://www.facebook.com/CirclesTrilogy?ref=hl
Google+ - Victoria Adams

Victoria has brought along her book, Dancing in Circles

Dancing in Circles (Book 1 – Circles Trilogy) is the story of two prep school students, one from privilege, the other from poverty and how fate threw them together while society tried to rip them apart.

Excerpt:

 Julie and Robert are going horseback riding.
After a few moments, Julie relaxed. Look at me, on a horse. Doing the cowgirl thing. She giggled. "I feel like a kid who's discovered ice cream." She glanced over at Robert. Ice cream with hot chocolate sauce. Very hot sauce.
Robert led them to a path, which opened into a meadow. "How come if your friends learned to ride, you didn't?"
"I was usually at class."
He slowed his horse to match hers. "What kind of class?"
"Dance. Ballet. You know, ballerinas in tutus, dancing on their toes." Julie swayed with the rocking rhythm of the horse's movements.
"Ya any good?"
"I can hold my own in class."
He raised his eyebrows. "Never known a ballerina before."
"When I was little, mom and dad took me to The Nutcracker and there's this great pas de deux...."
Robert tilted his head as his brow crinkled.
She scratched her nose. "Oh, uh...pas de deux when two people dance. This one's between the Prince and the Sugar Plum Fairy. I wanted to be the fairy. I thought she was the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen. She had on a purple tutu, stuck straight out at the sides, and she danced on her toes. I told mom that's what I wanted to do, and I've been taking class ever since."
"I hope ya get to dance her someday."
"Oh, I'm not good enough. It's just a dream." She held back a sad sigh.
"How do ya know? Maybe ya are good enough. Ya gotta believe in yourself and in your dreams. Dreams is what keeps us alive. People trapped in a hopeless situation survive by their dreams. Their dreams of freedom, of a better life, whatever."
What are your dreams? Can I ask you? Or is it too soon to get that personal? Julie picked at the leather-covered saddle horn.
"I gotta question." Robert shifted around in his saddle to face her. "Doesn't it hurt to stand on your toes? It hurts like hell when I stub mine. I can't imagine jumpin' up and down on'em."
Julie laughed. "When I first got my pointe shoes I thought my toes were going to break. Imagine trying to walk around with your foot stuck in a glass."
"Why do it if it hurts?"
"Good question." She released the hair tie, shook her head and let her long, brown hair drape around her shoulders. "Dancers are driven by a passion. An obsession. I've heard of ballerinas dancing with pulled muscles, sprained ankles, cracked bones in their feet. I'd love to spend nine or ten hours a day in a dance studio. I could deal with any of the physical discomforts if given a chance. Am I smiling all stupid like?" She looked at the saddle, the reins and the field to the left of her.
Robert, who was on her right, tapped her arm. "Ya have to look at me so I can see. And why the weird question?"
The heat rose in Julie's cheeks. "Mom says whenever I talk about dance I get this big grin on my face and I light up. Whatever that means."
"If ya love dancin' so much, go be a dancer? Go join a company or somethin'."
Julie paused as she looked at the trees starting to change to their fall colours. "It's not that easy. You have to audition. There are a million dancers for one job. Besides, my parents want me to go to college."
"It's not your parent's life. It's yours. Ya gotta do what's right for you. If ya don't try you'll never know if ya coulda been the fairy thing. If ya audition and don't get the job then you'll know ya ain't good enough, and ya can get on with your life."
She bit her lip. "That's the problem."
"What is?"
"What if I audition and fail?" Julie stared at her saddle.
"Ya go home and cry then swear at them, for being stupid. Your friends're way more concerned with their lives than yours. They'll forget about your failure long before ya do."
"You're so right. I've known them since we were babies and I swear, I've talked to you more about my dancing in ten minutes than I ever have with them." Ever.