Love Chains Blog Tour

Love Chains Blog Tour

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Welcome to the Love Chains Blog Tour!LeTeisha Newton and Lillian MacKenzie Rhine have partnered together in a co-op marketing duo the likes that have never been seen before. “Love Chains” has become the calling card for their novels Accepting Their Claim and Wronged Dersires, respectively, to be released from Amira Press in early 2014.

I was lucky to get a chance to sit down with these ladies and get some looks at the teasers they produced for their books…and they are hot!

Wronged Desires by Lillian MacKenzie Rhine

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Accepting Their Claim by LeTeisha Newton
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Thanks ladies for stoping by! Be sure to connect with Lillian and LeTeisha. They do tons of giveaways, videos, exclusive free reads, and more!

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Excerpts (Accepting Their Claim)

Excerpt 1
She didn’t know why she felt the need to leave her house in the middle of the godforsaken night and follow a whimper she’d heard in the darkness. She’d checked on her animals and none of them had taken on any new injuries. The small red wolf she had for rehabilitation was going strong and resting comfortably after a tangle with a trapper’s claw. The cow, three horses, and a group of other wolves were all okay. So, for some reason, Dr. Sonja Taylor was driving around the three square miles of her property following a damn cry. She should know better, but something was calling her. She couldn’t quite explain the feeling, but she knew she was needed and she couldn’t seem to settle back into sleep once the sound had awoken her. She’d felt an overwhelming urge to find the source of that plaintive wail. As a veterinarian for five years, she had yet to learn to be somewhat detached in her work. She still cried after every death on her operating table, mourned animals abused by their owners, and had a tendency to take in strays like she could save the world. Her assistant had told her she would have to learn someday, but she didn’t want to.
She’d started her job out of pure love of animals. Something about the feel of soft fur, the sleekness of a horse’s flank, and the soft cooing of a bird made her feel such love in her heart. She couldn’t save every animal in the world, she knew that, but she would at least try her best. That same want, well a need really, dragged her out of bed in thirty degree weather with only a windbreaker, jeans, and a T-shirt on to find the animal that now needed her help. She depressed the button on her searchlight to make it stay pointed on one side of her utility truck. She’d search that one side and then come back up the other when she got to the end of the road. She scanned the grounds to the right of her truck as slowly and thoroughly as she could. She knew that a wounded animal could be dangerous and had a tendency to hide—they wouldn’t realize she was trying to help them when she came upon them. She patted her tranquilizer gun reassuringly to make sure that it was there. She didn’t like to use it, but she knew the necessity if she was taking in a wild animal.
She saw a flash of a shiny black coat of fur and stopped her truck. She turned her searchlight in the direction and spotted one of the most beautiful examples of a wolf she had ever seen. He was massive. She knew wolves, and even by extreme standards, he was larger than he should have been. As she recalled, the largest reported was one hundred and ninety-five pounds. He could easily weigh twenty to thirty pounds more than that. His gaze, a piercing dark brown, nearly black in the night, was locked on her approach. She moved toward the wolf as slowly as she could, looking for injuries as she went. The same sad whimper that had dragged her from her bed leaked out once more as the wolf trembled. She knew his thick coat would protect him from the weather. He would be warm while she was quaking in the wind. His trembling told her he was in extreme pain. She had to be careful. If she didn’t come at the wolf just right, he would attack her and they would both be in deep trouble.
“Come on, baby, let me see.” She used a calm, steady voice as she spoke, easing her way beside the wolf. “I want to help you, but you have to let me see what’s wrong.” The wolf laid his head down and closed his eyes as if giving her permission, and she used that to get closer to him. Once she was nearly on top of him she knelt, with the tranquilizer gun at the ready and looked around the wolf’s body. Dark, thick blood pumped from him near his stomach. All thoughts of fear and worry vanished. She went instantly into fix mode. One time she remembered her assistant telling she did crazy things in that state. Sonja supposed, then, her assistant would think she was a lunatic for what she did next. She lay the gun down at her side and stroked the ruff of the wolf’s neck.
“I need to get you in my truck. I have a pulley that’ll help. It’s going to hurt, but I promise that I’ll make it better.” There was no way she was going to lift the wolf herself, and she wasn’t even going to try. She got back up, packing her rifle into the car before circling around the back to grasp the hook of her pulley. It latched into a bed of sorts that she would attempt to roll the wolf over on. She’d have to tranq him if he put up a fight. On second thought, she may have to do it before she moved him. She pulled the pulley around and laid the bed next to him, then retrieved her rifle again. Next to the wolf again, she knelt.
“Okay, big boy, I don’t want to have to shoot you with this medicine, but I will. Let’s go.” She reached for his legs so she could roll him easier, and the wolf twisted, baring its teeth. She leaped back and palmed her rifle, heart pounding.
“Don’t make me shoot you. I’m trying to help.” The wolf turned a plaintive gaze toward her, and Sonja got an eerie feeling that he was trying to communicate something to her. She tried to move him again and he twisted from her grasp, head slamming to the ground and pointing toward a hedge bush. He clawed at the ground as if trying to get to the bush.
“The hard way then,” Sonja began and then froze. Another, softer, cry filled the night air and Sonja ran back to the truck to adjust her light. There in the bush was a black and white timber wolf that was nearly as big as the one she’d found first. Too big to be a female, she thought to herself.
“You are calling for your friend over there? I’ll bring him along, too.” She didn’t know why she was having a conversation with the wolf like he could answer, but when he ceased struggling she thought that maybe he could understand. She eased toward the salt and pepper, her exhale catching in her throat when she saw that this wolf had a deep wound to the neck. If she didn’t get him to her home quick, he’d die out here. She retraced her steps back to the pulley and then dragged the bed to the wounded wolf. He didn’t fight, too lost to pain and his subconscious to know she was there. She rolled him into the pulley, secured him, and then went to the motor. She hit the switch and watched the chain as it dragged the wolf from the bush and near the black wolf. She then moved him, happy he didn’t fight, and secured him. She hit the motor again and then guided them safely into the truck bed. As she drove home she didn’t know how she was going to be able to work fast enough to save both wolves. They had some serious wounds. She was more worried about the neck wound, but the stomach wound of the other one could easily become an issue if she didn’t stop the blood loss and make sure no vital organs had been hit. She drove as quickly as she could back to her house, praying that her speed didn’t jostle her injured charges. Once at her home she used her pulley and a sliding table to transfer the wolves to her surgical space. In minutes, it seemed, she had IVs started on both animals, medicine quickly pumping into their system, and their tongues lolling out of their mouths. A quick buzz of her clippers cut away the thick pelts around the area so that she could see the ragged edges of their wounds better. They’d been shot. She grabbed her forceps, wanting to get the bullets out and the wounds closed. She had to stop the bleeding.
“What the hell?” She dropped intricately designed silver bullets into her pan from the wolves. Each of the four bullets she extracted was tipped with crosses and the sides deeply grooved from what she could see. She was amazed the bullets hadn’t crumpled on impact. She’d never seen a bullet stay intact after hitting flesh and colliding with bone. These wolves were lucky they hadn’t gotten ripped up by fragments. It would have caused even worse damage. If she had seen the poachers, she would have tried to rip them a part herself. The wolves may be large and dangerous, but they could have been captured and released safely. They didn’t have to be shot up, and with silver bullets no less, like they were some kind of damn werewolves. Sonja shook her head. Pushing dressing into the wounds to clean them, she then ran to get gauze and wrappings to have on hand after she sutured some of the torn edges. She hadn’t been prepared for surgery tonight, let alone two. She was dripping in sweat, drooping with exhaustion, and worried that, even with all of her work, the wolves may not make it through the night. She gathered all of the supplies as fast as she could, along with more medicine bottles, and rushed back to her patients. Then stopped in her tracks.
Where two large wolves had been, now two really naked, men lay. One, with soft, slanted eyes, bone-straight black hair, and a chiseled frame, looked as if he were Asian in ethnicity. The other, a salt-and-pepper haired god of roped muscles and full lips, looked like the best damn cowboy she’d ever seen. Something in the set of his jaw gave him a rugged appeal she’d always imagined belonged to the men of the horseback lifestyle. Call her naive, but she found it damn sexy.
“The Marlboro Man and the Last Samurai are in my house,” she said nervously, not sure if she wanted to faint or laugh her ass off. When one moaned and twitched, it somehow sounded like the cry she’d heard from the black wolf earlier, she figured she go for the former.

Excerpt 2 (Warning some hot scenes)
“We are not going to do this, Hideki. She gets the right to choose,” Tobias argued.
“I am not giving her up,” Hideki growled back, but Sonja was too shocked about everything that happened to listen to them anymore. She just forced her body to place one foot in front of the other. She had knocked out a woman, a shifter. She’d actually gotten in a fight with someone. Whatever Zora had been angry about, Sonja had survived an encounter with a woman who was not human. And all because of the two men bickering around her felt that she was one of their mates. When she woke up the morning before she was just Dr. Sonja Taylor with a full list of appointments. She had a quarter horse that was scheduled for her to check in on after having a colic bout, another who just had a colt. She had a conference she would be heading out to at the end of the week to speak about wolf migration and pack mentality. She was just a normal woman, a veterinarian, who handled wolves on four legs, not ones that walked on two, acted like humans, looked yummy enough to eat, and talked about mating.
And yet, her body was on fire. Watching Hideki move with graceful strides further into the house, she ignored the dark wooden paneling in the hallway. She ignored the sounds of people living behind closed doors. All she could see was the shape of Hideki’s ass in his jeans. God, the man was shaped like an Adonis. His back muscles moved and flexed with each step. He stopped before a door and opened it. His body rippled like a caged animal. Her mouth went dry, her nipples hardening. She lost her breath watching him. He walked in and waited for her to enter. She stepped past him, captured by his dark gaze as he watched her, still arguing with Tobias. But she didn’t hear a word he said. His mouth was a sensual feast, framing his words, the lilt of his accent rolling over her in waves. Tobias broke the contact by moving between them. She was lost, just like when she’d looked at Hideki. Tobias was so different, so rough and strong. His green gaze grabbed her as he went past her and she heard the closing of the door as if it was slammed. Her heart was in her throat, beating like a drum in her mind. He smiled at her, the crooked tilt of his lips making her already pounding heart summersault. What was she supposed to do? She was out of her depth with these men. She couldn’t decide which one touched her more. They both grabbed her attention with equal measure. She was supposed to give them a chance, and yet she couldn’t think about having them separately.
Like the dam was broken, fantasies she’d kept held back for so long flooded her body. In her mind she saw Hideki riding her ass, pushing her to heights, while she rode Tobias’s cock as he sucked her nipples. She screamed between them, riding their cocks, had them glistening from her juices, her pussy and ass gobbling them up. And then the vision switched as she moaned, Tobias sitting bellow her, pushing into her ass, as he gripped her knees and forced her to lean back so that Hideki could step up and push his thick cock into her pussy. She was between them, held so she couldn’t move, all she could do was take it. The pictures flipped through her mind with dizzying speed until she couldn’t tell what was real and what was fantasy. All she knew was that she wanted them, both of them. Nothing else quite mattered in that moment. She didn’t feel like herself. It felt like she was on fire, all she could see was Hideki and Tobias, arguing incessantly when she wanted more than they could ever imagine.
“Shut the hell up!” she finally yelled, needing them in a way she couldn’t say out loud, but knowing she needed.
“Stay out of this,” Hideki told her. Tobias and Hideki stared at each other until something changed. The very air altered.
“You know I can make you submit. We’ve been here so many times before,” Hideki growled. Tobias froze, everything stopping. With slow, deliberate movements, Hideki unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. He pushed them over his hips, baring his fiercely hard cock. It sprang from confinement glistening with precome. She swallowed, and was surprised to see Tobias’s sight locked on his cock as well.
“Strip,” Hideki commanded, looking at Tobias as he pulled out of his jeans and kicked them to the side. He palmed his cock, stroking it with long, leisure strokes. Sonja panted.
“No,” Tobias argued.
“Strip. I will not tell you again. You don’t, and I will do it for you.” Hideki moved to the side, crowding Sonja until she backpedaled. He kept his eyes on Tobias but pushed her until she fell on the bed. She scrambled back, so that she could see both of them. Tobias’s eyes were dilated, his breath coming quick. He gulped, never looking away from Hideki as his hand found the buttons of his jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, something that made Hideki’s breath hitch. They were aroused, Sonja realized. This was the bond they had that she had picked up on before. This was what Hideki had hinted at when she called Tobias koibito. They had been here before. The realization made her lay back with a moan on the soft pillows. Suddenly the room was too small, she couldn’t breathe. Her body was overheating. She’d never felt desire like this before. They made a beautiful picture, the two of them, undressing. Tobias’s eyes glued to Hideki’s stroking hand, licking his lips when a bead appeared on the tip.
“To the bed,” Hideki ordered and Tobias went, for the first time looking at Sonja since Hideki had commanded him to strip. He froze, face twisting.
“No,” she whispered, too far gone not to see this. She had to witness them come together. “I know dominance for control. I’ve witnessed it. This isn’t what he’s doing. Hideki is doing what you want, what you need.” Sonja licked her lips, taking a leap she hadn’t even realized she was prepared to make.
“Give in. I won’t look at you different. Look at me. Look at what it does to me,” she whispered, gripping her heavy breasts and squirming on the bed. It was as if she wasn’t herself. As if she was living in a fantasy she had never told a soul about. Tobias shuddered, once more under Hideki’s spell. He leaned forward on the bed, his arms bunching as he positioned himself between Sonja’s legs. Hideki caressed his flank with a steady hand and leaned down and kissed the small of Tobias back. Tobias trembled against her legs, and she arched under him.
“Don’t worry, uruwashii, we won’t leave you out,” Hideki growled, and Tobias grabbed her pants.

Excerpts (Wronged Desires)
I sauntered barefoot through the halls to the master suite while memories of Kem and
I clouded my mind. We met in a freshman economics class on the first day of class. The
professor decided it was a wonderful idea to match the quiet, invisible black girl with the
popular, athletic white boy. At the time I was an academic scholar from meager beginnings,
raised by my grandmother, who was the only mother I knew. Since I was the valedictorian of
my high school graduating class in Houston, I was awarded my pick of top business schools
in and out of the country, but I chose to be an Aggie and stayed close to home. Kemington
Sutter, wealthy trust-fund heir, was the green-eyed, sandy-brown-haired, drop-dead gorgeous
tennis captain all the women—eligible or not—swooned over, especially when he took the
court in his white shorts and auburn shirt.
With cockiness bleeding from his pores, he approached me on the first day of class,
the green-eyed devil with only a few tattoos on his arms at that time. I resisted his charm
for months, but by the second semester we were dating and making passionate love every
evening like we were shooting for high marks on a statewide sex exam.
I remember the first time I took him home to meet my grandmother. He was dressed in
a suit and tie like he was meeting the Queen of England. She reamed him good the first few
visits, but it was an awe-inspiring experience to see him in the kitchen with her, cutting and
battering tomatoes while the two chatted, unaware that I was viewing the tender moment.
Next thing I knew, she took ill and Kem started footing the bill for her medical care, not
settling for anything less than the best medicines and specialists Texas could provide. Every
Sunday we would take the hour’s drive to have church service with her and dinner until she
passed away.
The day he proposed was something I would have never imagined. Kem knew I had
insecurities about us dating, mainly due to his parents being very vocal about me not being
a proper suitor for their son, a Sutter heir. I constantly received awful scowls from my peers
and hurtful, backhanded comments from his family. Kem had been grown to be an eligible,
elite bachelor for any of the prosperous Texas-bred debutants. His choice of a lower-middle-
class black girl with no familial background outside of her grandmother was unacceptable
by all. Those things alone were enough to give anyone doubts, but then the last tennis
tournament of the season in our senior year occurred. Of course I was present in the front
row of the bleachers, cheering Kem on. That season the team was undefeated, so it was no
surprise that they slaughtered the visitors in the final game.
As Kem approached the net to shake his opponent’s hand, the stadium lights were
glaring on his sweat-soaked shirt. Suddenly he was taking his cap off, shaking out his
wet cinnamon hair, and lifting his jersey off to reveal his muscular chest and bulging abs.
Screams erupted from all of the scandalous women who wanted to steal him away. As they
were celebrating the free show he was giving, tears started to form when I caught sight of
his purpose of putting himself on display. All the shouting started to die down when the
onlookers knew what I knew. In big, bold lettering, Kem had “Babygirl” inked permanently
over his left-side ribs. He shouted to the masses, “Victoria, you are now and will always
be my rib until my last breath. Will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Kemington Sutter?
Please marry me, Babygirl!” The crowd quieted. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do.
A man next to me cleared his throat and nudged me. I began to shake my head repeatedly.
“Yes…yes,” I said finally. Applause started slowly. Kem moved across the sand and
lifted me over the railing. The minimal clapping began and grew in volume, then Kem
wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Thank you for being mine,” into my ear.

Where to Get Your Copies:

Wronged Desires by Lillian MacKenzie Rhine

http://www.amirapress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=12&products_id=443

Accepting Their Claim by LeTeisha Newton

http://www.amazon.com/Accepting-Their-Claim-LeTeisha-Newton-ebook/dp/B00HT5SIRQ

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