Showing posts with label Kacey Hammell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kacey Hammell. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

BookSpotlight-'69 Mustang


I am so excited to have Kacey at my blog today sharing her indie release, 69 Mustang. Have you checked out the cover. Drool worthy. And at 99 cents it's a must have for your Ereader. 


’69 MUSTANG
By Kacey Hammell
Book 1: Revved and Ready Series
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 9780987799319
Word Count: 4,415 Short Story

Only $0.99 cents!!!


Revved and Ready for passion, heat sizzles between two friends…

For Hayley Fitzgibbon, the heat wave blanketing her small town is nothing compared to the inferno inside her whenever she looks at her best friend, Rory. On the night of his parents’ anniversary party, she no longer resists her burning desire and makes it known how much she wants him. Secluded under a willow tree, down a lover’s lane, she’s revved and ready to claim her man on the top of his ’69 Mustang.


Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013:
“Take this path,” she directed, hearing the breathlessness and passion in her voice.
“Hales, this is—”
“Memory Lane at the back of Zwick’s Park, I know. I haven’t been here in a long time.”
He maneuvered the car through the long grass and around high bushes. The area had overgrown in the twenty-something years since she’d been there last.
“Neither have I. Last girl I brought here was—”
“You don’t have to tell me. Tonight’s for new memories and new beginnings.” Last thing she cared about was his old lovers. “There are some willow trees right up there. Park beneath them for privacy.”
“Hales,” he began, his voice unsteady.
“What’s the matter? Scared to be alone out here with lil ole me?” She laid her arm over his arm, silencing him, amazed once again by the wealth of muscle beneath his shirt. Gone was the tall flagpole type body he grew up with. The six pack abs and bulging biceps he sported now continuously held her in awe – and drooling. He definitely took care of himself.
Rory pulled in under the trees, glanced over at her, his eyes enflamed in heat and desire, then turned off the ignition.
Hayley undid her seatbelt, shifted toward him, and clasped the back of his neck, then pulled him close. She crushed her mouth to his.
He tasted so good. Intoxicating. Incredible. Fucking superb. She tangled her tongue with his. Shivers of delight spread along her body, nipples beading while juices gathered in her pussy.
Digging her fingers into his nape, anxiousness filled her to taste every inch of him but there wasn’t room to maneuver in the tight confines of the car.
“It’s too hot in here to sit. Let’s go outside,” she whispered. She pulled back and opened her door. Though the strangling humidity hadn’t dissipated much, a slight breeze skated along her skin. She welcomed the pleasure of the coolness against her body from the numerous days of nothing but stagnant humidity and the fire Rory stoked inside her.
Slamming the door, she tip-toed farther under the trees, careful not to sink into the grass in her stilettos, and waved him to follow her. “Come on,” she called.
Rory wiped a hand over his face. 
“Trust me it’s much cooler out here.”
For the moment at least.


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Reviews:
5 Stars from Susan W. @ Amazon.com ~ “If you have only a short amount of time and want to read something hot then this is the book to read. Loved this story and can't wait to read more in this series!” 

5 Stars from Lindsay @ Amazon.com ~ “This short read is a hot one. Guaranteed to make your body temperature rise, and will have you thinking of other uses for your car in no time. I'm looking forward to checking out the next installments in this series.”

5 Stars from Amy Miller @ Amazon.com ~ “Great story about two friends who both are in love with one another. On one hot night they finally go for it and put their friendship on the line and it involves a super hot car and hot sex. What more can you ask for. For a short read this is a good one. I don't think you'll be disappointed. Great Job Kacey Hammell!!” 

4.5 Stars from Author, Carly Fall ~ “…true Kacey Hammell style: written well, hot sex and fun characters.”

4 Stars from Author, Lucy Felthouse ~ “…very well-written, hot and sultry read with a satisfying outcome.”




Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes. 

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.


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Friday, March 29, 2013

Spotlight-Sweetest Salvation by Kacey Hammell


Sweetest Salvation
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners
ISBN: 978-1-77130-330-9
Available at EvernightPublishing.com
*An Editor’s Pick*


After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together.  There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.
But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart.  Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.


Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013
Hunter sighed, which caught Andy’s attention. Her eyes met his briefly before lowering to her hands, which were clenched tight in her lap.
“Look, Andy,” he began.
“What do you want, Hunter?” Her forest-green-eyed gaze met his. Anger swirled in their depths.
“I’m tired of this. Dammit.” He snarled, rising, and crossed to the fireplace. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned one arm on the mantel. He looked over at her, stomach churning with indigestion and pain. He’d loved Patrick and Peter too. Could she not understand that she wasn’t the only one suffering?
“Tired of what? I never asked you here.”
“This!” Hunter spread his arms wide. “You. I’m so tired of seeing you locked away in this house, never leaving and pictures gone.”
“Go to hell,” Andy spat and leapt to her feet. She moved behind the loveseat, obvious fury making her hands shake as she laid them on the back of it. “You don’t have any say in how I live. I never asked for your opinion. If you don’t like it, get the hell out of my house. And my life!”
Hunter breathed deep, nostrils flaring. He could no more walk away from her than he could from the Sheavers. She was as much a part of his life, and his heart, as they were. 
But his love for her went far beyond sisterly.
He pushed that thought away, buried it deep within himself as he’d done for years. She was Patrick’s girl, his wife. He always honored that.
“Dammit, I don’t want to argue with you, Andy. But you really need to move on. Live life again and leave this house.”
“I leave the house. You don’t know what I do every day.”
“Oh yes, you go out. Like the other night? Why did you go to the club? I thought we agreed you were no longer a member,” Hunter demanded, curious about her answer.
“No. You decided I was no longer a member. Not me. I never said I wanted that. Who are you to make decisions for me?” Andy retorted, cheeks flushed, hands on her hips.
Hunter had to admit he was finally seeing a glimpse of the fiery, strong woman she’d been until this last year. He liked her eyes ablaze, jaw clenched and fury radiating off her body. He just needed to provoke her enough and challenge her to move beyond these walls and back to the things she loved to do.
“I don’t want to make decisions for you.” He took a calming breath. “Listen, the club is not the place for you any longer. Without Patrick… There’s no need for you to be there anymore.”
“Why do you think that?”
“He was the one who wanted to show it to you. He never really thought you’d come to enjoy it as much as you did. Neither of you interacted with others. What can you find there now without him?”
Andy smiled, cold and detached. He hated that smirk.
“Oh, come now. You know what happens in your club. Surely, I don’t have to spell it out for you.” 
Goddamn her. 
Yes, he knew what she’d done inside the room she’d once used with Patrick. Though he normally didn’t interfere in his members’ activities unless there was a problem, he did ask Paige and Nolan if Andy had simply watched. He’d been shocked, then livid, to learn a few details of what happened between the three of them.
Andy had always been a devoted wife to Patrick, faithful to the core. To know she’d been an active participant at the club for the first time had suddenly left him empty and alone. 
But he couldn’t allow his feelings on the matter to distract him from pushing her back into life. 
He shrugged. “No. You don’t have to spell it out for me. But is that what you truly want and need in your life?  Sex with strangers? Do you need to find comfort in people who don’t care about you?”
Andy glared at him. “That is none of your business.” Her voice rose as she continued. “What I do in my life is for me to decide. I never asked to have you in my life. Don’t expect me to want you there now.”
His heart clenched. Her words were like a punch to the gut. 
Yes, he’d sort of come as a package deal when she’d married Patrick. But the Sheavers were the only family he had. And when Peter was born, oh, he’d played the dutiful uncle to the little boy. Though she’d never voiced her frustration at his being in attendance at nearly all family gatherings or taking up some of Patrick’s time once a week for a guys’ night out, he’d understood the stone-faced woman who left the words unsaid.
“I always promised Patrick I’d look after you if he couldn’t.”
“Fuck off, Hunter. Don’t give me that.” Her hands fisted at her sides. “Look, please just go. I don’t need you here. I have things to do.”
He wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. 
“Things to do? Like what, plan your next adventure at the club? I don’t think so. Why? Explain to me why you felt the need to go there?” 
Arms wide, she yelled, “I wanted to fuck somebody. Is that what you want to hear? That I wanted to have a cock inside me for the first time in almost two years? I wanted to have a man inside, pounding me—brutal and painful. What better place to do that than at the club where I know I’m safe?”
Hunter’s heartbeat accelerated. To know she needed someone that close to her was agonizing. It was a barren and desperate act of someone who had nothing to live for. Or didn’t think she was worth much.
“Why pain? You couldn’t have found satisfaction in that. No pleasure, Andy? You, of all people, found pleasure in that kind of sex? I don’t believe for a moment that you’re now into rough sex,” Hunter said, gruff. His mouth was dry, and confusion made his head hurt. Would he never understand this woman?
Andy crossed her arms over her chest. She looked out the window behind him. Her gaze was unfocused, filled with pain.
“Yes, pain. It’s what I deserve, isn’t it?” Her gaze captured his. Hunter felt his heart crack at her desolate look.  


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Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart. 


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Thursday, December 6, 2012

A Ghost For Christmas be Kacey Hammell


After receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her toes curl.

Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous--everything a woman fantasizes about. But he's also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace… 



Excerpt © Kacey Hammell

As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around and fell back against the window. 
Oh my fucking God!
Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.
Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.
How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living. 
Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.
Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble. 
“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened. 
Whoa. What the hell am I thinking?  There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.
“What are you doing here? Get out.  I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.” 
He frowned. “No need to be frightened.  I’ve been here for centuries.”
Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere?  Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now.  I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”
 “Who is this Ashton? What is a punk?  A rake, perhaps?” he asked.
Jodie squinted.  “A rake?”  She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”
His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”
Every decade…
“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”
“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”
“Two hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?
Jesus. 
An eighteenth century ghost stood before her. 
Merry Christmas to me. 


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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Chocolate Martinis and Illusions


Chocolate Martini 
Though I no longer drink alcoholic beverages much these days, when I do indulge it is with a Chocolate Martini that a girlfriend got me hooked on a few years ago at a Romantic Times Convention. I know Lynn will enjoy it as well, if she hasn’t tried one already. 
I claim no responsibility … it is addicting!!

Per Serving:
2 oz. Vanilla vodka
2 oz. Chocolate liqueur (I used Godiva)
2 oz. Chocolate ice cream (any brand you like)
1/2 oz. Creme de cacao
1/2 oz. piece of chocolate
Grate the chocolate into a shallow dish.  Rim the edge of a cocktail glass with a bit of the chocolate liqueur and roll the edge of the glass in the grated chocolate.  Place the glass in the freezer for a few minutes to chill and set the rim.  Combine the vodka, chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao and ice cream in a cocktail shaker half filled with ice and shake well to melt the ice cream.  Pour into the rimmed cocktail glass and garnish with the remaining grated chocolate.
Excerpt of one of my current releases, Illusions, available at Decadent Publishing…
Feeling his hands on her, his mouth taking hers, Isabella shivered. His tongue played with hers. His hands palmed her ass cheeks, bringing her hot center into contact with his jean-clad cock. She’d go over the edge in seconds if he kept it up.
Breaking free of his kiss, she craned her neck back to accommodate his exploring mouth and grasped the shoulders of his jacket, relishing for a moment in the smell of leather and hot man. Pushing the jacket off his shoulders in a hurry, her body shook at the precipice of release.
“Brady,” she breathlessly moaned. “Off…want the clothes off now. Please.”
“Bella…Christ, okay…all right.”
He moved a mere half an inch, it seemed. His torso pressed her into the bathroom door as he shook his arms, freeing himself of his jacket, and letting it fall to the floor.
Helpless to keep her hands still, Isabella ran them over his glorious chest, his abs, and made quick work of the button fly hiding his erection from her.
Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his again, making her moan and her heart quicken.
Hands clawed at hands and the waistband of his pants, as both tried to shed his jeans in a hurry. He took a breath and looked at her, dark gray eyes smoldered. The passion and desire in his gaze made her breath hitch.
He leaned down to pull his jeans off his legs and feet and placed a barrage of kisses against her stomach. Her muscles quivered and her pussy clenched tighter, letting her know she was too close to allow him play time.
“Brady….” His name on her lips died on a moan as he took her right nipple into his warm, moist mouth, drawing it in until it was a tight bead.
Pulling his face up to hers, she breathlessly mumbled between kisses. “No time for this. I’m ready. I can’t take more. Fuck foreplay.” He moaned against her mouth. He wanted this as much as she did. “Just fuck me.”
Moving back away from her, he stared at her. His gaze unwavering. “You sure you want it now? No playing first?”
Isabella’s mind drifted to the first time they’d had sex, when his size had caused her a lot of pain from being sexually inactive for more than two years. In the couple months of being together two or three times a week, she had gotten used to his thickness and length, and always willing for more. A bit of pain at the beginning always turned to more pleasure than she thought she could bear.
Their first night together played in her mind another moment, but she banished the thoughts because of the pain Brady had been in the night he returned from New Mexico.
Focusing on him again, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand. As she glided up and down his erection, he arched his back, forcing his hips into her hand more and more as she pumped him. A trickle of her juices slid between her thighs.
Leaning her torso forward, she licked his neck while still pumping him in her hand, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within his chest. She basked in the joy of his reactions to her.
She placed both hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her. Chest against chest, mouth to mouth, toe to toe, she put everything she felt into their kiss, their embrace. She wanted him to know she wanted him, wanted everything he had to give. Rough, soft, hard, up against the wall. She wanted all of him.
His hands grasped her waist. He read her message clearly, and he lifted her and placed her thighs on either side of his own.
Breaking their kiss too soon for her, he pulled his head back and looked down at her body spread over his. Her shoulders against the door, lower back arched and pelvis angled over his awaiting cock, she probably looked like a wanton woman ready to fuck…hard and furiously.
“Look at yourself, Bella,” he said huskily. As he looked up at her with those intense, dark eyes, his words held her equally as captive. “Beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this image. You spread open, waiting, chest heaving. I need to be inside you. Buried to the hilt. Connected to you.”
Her body clenched at his words, desire as never before building within her. She couldn’t believe the words he had spoken. Her heart literally missed a beat, but refused to dwell on it. She wanted him. Now.
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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Birthday Eye Candy for W. Lynn Chantale


A girl can’t celebrate her birthday without some yummy cake, ice cream, oh, and even yummier eye candy. Right, Lynn? *g*
I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t provide you with some yummy goodness. And they are a few of my favourite things. I would just never, ever forgive myself if I didn’t share…for a little while … *g*


Eye Candy Present # 1 …
Shemar Moore … the yummiest and tastiest piece of chocolate around! Of course, as Derek Morgan on Criminal Minds, he lights up the screen with his heroism and hunky bulk. I’m sure he’ll be willing to cuddle up with you nice and tight, and keep all nightmares at bay!










Eye Candy Present # 2 …
LL Cool J … have you heard him sing? Mmm, great voice, goes with that spectacular smile and protector attitude. He oozes sex, seduction and protectiveness. Those lips…you’ll have to investigate those for me, let me know! 










Eye Candy Present # 3 …
Zac Efron … perhaps a bit younger than you might like, but there’s a lot here to like! A gentle, kind soul I think, who just needs the right woman to help him grow into complete manhood. I’m sure you’ll know just how to help him along.












Eye Candy Present # 4 …
Colin Farrell … gruff, rough, gravelly voice…how can you not love this Irish Leprechaun. He’d probably be a lot of good luck to have around…wash your back, some massages, carry your shopping bags…hmmm, yes, you know that kind of good luck! *g*
So these four presents should keep you busy enough, for a little while, Lynn. I hope they treat you like the Princess you are and deserve to be forever!
Happy birthday, dear heart. May your year be the absolute best!
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Book Spotlight and Giveaway-Illusions by Kacey Hammell


Romantic Suspense/Erotic Romance
Available at Decadent Publishing

Blurb:
Protection. Adventure. Love.
It's all found within The Arms of the Law...
Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn't include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before.  She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life.  But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.


Excerpt, Kacey Hammell, © 2012

Knowing she would soon run out of time before his arrival, and getting more aroused by the second, Isabella hurriedly reached for her bath sponge. Soaping it up, she cleansed her body with an eagerness she was growing accustomed to feeling whenever she had plans to see him.
Sponging all suds from her clean body, she pulled the plug in the drain, stepped out of the tub, and grabbed a thick, blue towel from the shelf.
She rubbed vigorously at her body, drying it, and reached for the strawberry body lotion that went with her bubble bath. She poured a generous amount into her palm, rubbing her hands together to coat them in the sweet smell. Then she smoothed it over her arms, her breasts, stomach, and legs. She smiled as the strawberry scent filled the room. She shivered, both from the cold and appreciation for the deep and rich aroma that she loved to apply all over her body.
Humming Destiny’s Child’s ancient hit Soldier to herself, Isabella wondered how many more minutes she’d have to wait before her soldier made an appearance.
She recapped the body lotion and tucked the towel loosely around her once again. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of the front door closing. She hazarded a glance in the mirror. With the mussed, damp tendrils of hair around her shoulders, the towel haphazardly wrapped around her, she looked like a woman eager for a man’s—her man’s—touch.
The sound of a boot hitting the floor with a thud caused her to smile, and she moved to the doorway of the bathroom.
Hearing another boot drop and the sound of heavy breathing, Isabella peered into the hallway. When he finally came into view, she was already breathless, even though she had been expecting him.
Dressed in his usual black denim, form-fitting jeans, and dark hair damp as if he too had taken a few moments to clean up, he was a sight to behold.
Isabella’s heart thudded rapidly and her legs threatened to give out. She noticed his leather jacket, undone, over a naked torso. Obviously, his zealousness to be with her had him forgetting a few things.
There they were. The abs, the washboard stomach, had her literally teetering on the edge of orgasm already—and he hadn’t even touched her. Finally lifting her gaze to his face, his smoldering silver-gray eyes captured hers. She had to lean against the doorjamb for support.
He always made her speechless. His beauty, his charm oozed from him with no effort at all. How she had gone so long, so many years as friends with him and never really noticed him in such a way before? Some detective she was, not seeing what was directly in front of her.
As he moved toward her, his pace slowed, as if he knew the effect he was having on her and wanted her to crave him more desperately than ever. His face broke into a sinful grin, telling her he knew exactly what he was playing at.
Never one to let anyone, least of all this man, have the upper hand, Isabella let go of the towel she was still holding around her. It slithered downed her body, pooling at her feet. Noting his small stumble mid-stride, she relished the power she had over him.
Naked and confident, she smiled at the man she needed to feel against her. Desperate to have his hands on her, she called to him.
“Brady….”


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