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Celebrate like a ROCK STAR because Evernight Publishing is THREE!

In three short years, Evernight has grown by leaps and bounds thanks to readers like you! Evernight is pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY BASH BLOG HOP in your honor!

That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…

Prizes include:

Samsung Galaxy Tab

Kindle Paperwhite

Kobo Touch

$100 Evernight and Amazon Gift Certificates

Mega Evernight Swag Pack

Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!

As an author, I’m thrilled to share my stories with you and Evernight helps make my books shine! Here’s one reason why I love Evernight Publishing:

I hear so many horror stories of author experience with other publishers, so I can only thank my lucky stars I submitted my very first erotic romance to Evernight. Their communication with authors is superb. Good editing, great covers, speedy response times…it’s hard to pick just one reason I love my publisher!

All the books in my Brighton Heat trilogy are now available from Evernight. The series looks at the repercussions for three characters who once indulged in a one night stand then went their own way. Of course, their ménage a trios comes back to haunt them. Well, I couldn’t let them off the hook that easily, could I? Each character has their own story, and while they are linked by that one night ménage, each can be read as a standalone novel.

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My latest release, Turn Me On, is the third book in the series and is Lissa’s story. Her hero finds it especially hard to come to terms with Lissa’s past, not helped by the fact that his cousin, with whom he has a volatile relationship, was one of the men in that original ménage. Poor Reed goes through the mill as he fights against the inevitable 😉

Here’s the blurb:

At a wedding, Lissa Delaney recognizes the groom and best man as men with whom she once enjoyed a one night ménage. Her attempts to avoid them push her into the arms of the groom’s cousin. Getting involved with Reed Fitzgerald is not exactly high on Lissa’s agenda, especially as she has more pressing problems than attempting to hide her past from Reed. But Reed is not an easy man to refuse, and soon she is sharing his bed.

With an ex-lover holding him to a drunken promise, Reed offers Lissa a proposition which will solve both their problems. What starts as a temporary arrangement soon becomes more meaningful, until a chance meeting sends Reed into a jealous rage and threatens to destroy what they are building.


She froze, looked down, and saw what she already knew from the sound it had made. The interaction with the branch had ripped her silk blouse and left a gaping tear from the center of her chest right across the top of her breast to her left armpit.

“Damn.” Lissa instinctively slapped her palm across the exposed flesh. She glared up at him. “Look what you’ve done.”

He shrugged, still leaning against the tree. “Not sure how, seeing as I haven’t moved.” His eyes gleamed as his gaze dropped to her hand. “I’d say you’ve gotten yourself in a spot of bother there, princess.”

“Stop calling me princess,” Lissa said from between clenched teeth. With her free hand she dug into her shoulder bag and searched for something to clip the material together, cursing the fact that only the other day she’d had a de-clutter fest and had emptied her bag of all inessentials gathered over the months.

Damn and blast. Where was an idiot safety pin when she needed one?

“Can I help?” blue eyes asked conversationally. He nodded his head, indicating her hand covering the tear. “Maybe I could hold that for you, while you continue your search.”

Lissa spared a moment to glare up at him, narrowing her eyes so that he could be in no doubt what her response would be had she been willing to verbalize one.

When it became apparent that her bag search would yield no remedy for her predicament, Lissa glared up at him again. “Well, this is just great, isn’t it?” She tried to adjust the ripped material to save her modesty, but only succeeded in tearing it further.

He pushed away from the tree and moved toward her. “If you just try—”

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed as he reached out. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He raised his eyebrows in a leisurely manner, as if the whole thing was one long amusement for his benefit. “Trying to help?”

“Well, go away. I don’t need your kind of help.”

“And what kind of help is that?”

“For a start you could stop leering at me, making snide suggestions.”

“I haven’t made any suggestions yet, but I’ll admit to the leering.” His gaze traveled slowly to the hand that covered her torn blouse before moving back to meet her eyes. “You’re pretty pleasing on the eye.”

Because his gaze dropped again, Lissa huffed. “It’s weird how men are reduced to slobbering idiots when they get a flash of boob.”

“While I’d hardly consider myself a slobbering idiot, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the peep show.” He grinned. “Even if it was more white lace than flesh.”

Lissa felt her cheeks heat…along with other more intimate parts of her body. There was something about the glint in his eye, the sexy grin that seemed to take forever to get where it was going.

She eased her head around the tree and saw Tom busy with the large family group. “You’re missing the photos. If you hurry you can squeeze on the end of the group.”

“I’ve already done my duty,” he said flatly. “I’m sure Ethan won’t mourn the loss of my presence. Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“I’m trying to do my job.” She looked up at him. “If you’re hanging around on the off chance you’ll get another flash, don’t waste your time.”

“I’m hanging around on the off chance I can help—” He gave another glance at her torn blouse “—with your predicament.”

“Yeah. Right.”

His mouth quirked, sending her annoyance levels up into the stratosphere. What really annoyed her was that he’d somehow gotten the upper hand. First because he’d guessed correctly that she’d been trying to remain inconspicuous while the photographs were taken, and now because of the accident with her blouse and his snide innuendoes.

Time to even the scales.

“Okay. If you want to help, give me your shirt.”

He raised those straight dark eyebrows. “You expect me to attend the rest of the wedding bare-chested? It would hardly go unnoticed.”

“I imagine the female guests can restrain themselves for a few hours.” She waggled the fingers of her free hand at him. “Likely they’ve seen bare chests before.” But nothing, she imagined, like the wide expanse of his. Before she could stop herself, she enjoyed a flight of fancy wondering if that wide chest was lightly sprinkled with silky dark hair. It would be muscled, no doubt of that. Solid, hard muscle that trembled beneath the right woman’s touch…


As she dragged herself back from loony land, she noticed the direction of his gaze. She could only be thankful that her hand covered one breast, because the other was currently behaving disgracefully, or at least the nipple was.

He slipped his hands in his pockets, eyes gleaming as they returned to meet hers. “I was thinking more along the lines of helping you hold your shirt together. Or maybe helping shield you from predatory gazes while we walk to your car. Something like that.”

“The only predatory gaze I can see right now is yours.”

“Guilty. But then it’s hard not to notice when a woman responds so readily.”

“You’re crass and arrogant.”

“Again. Guilty. But in my defence I lose all sense of gentlemanly pretence when a woman’s nipples harden to the extent of hitting me in the eye.”

“It’s nothing to do with you, believe me. How would you feel if you’d torn your trousers in the vicinity of your manhood? How would you react? Shrivel up and die?”

“Depends on who’s looking at the time. In present company, I’d be more likely to lengthen and expand.” He held her gaze. “Harden.”

Lissa felt her legs weaken, as if all the bone and muscle had disappeared and all she was left with was a covering of skin. To disguise the way her breath had tightened in her lungs, she huffed. “Like I said, crass and arrogant.”

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: www.evernightpublishing.com/turn-me-on-by-faye-avalon/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Turn-Me-Brighton-Heat-ebook/dp/B00DBNPM3I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373490770&sr=8-1&keywords=faye+avalon+turn+me+on

All Romance ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-turnmeon-1219496-149.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/turn-me-on-mf

Other books in the Brighton Heat series:

Bad in Bed
Up All Night
Turn Me On

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