Featuring Sultry Nights – A Limited Edition Romance Collection

Sultry Nights 
A Limited Edition Romance Collection
Containing Stories from: Nicole Morgan, Jocelyn Dex, Alison Foster, 
Kate Richards, Linda O’Connor, Samantha Holt, Jerrie Alexander, 
Whitley Cox, Krista Ames, Ursula Sinclair, Measha Stone, Tuesday Embers, 
Siera London,  Rachel Shane, Bonnie Phelps, Misha Elliott, 
Alyson Reynolds, Jenna Bayley-Burke,  Madison Michael, 
Pepper Goodrich, Marcia James, Destiny Blaine

The authors are giving away lots of goodies with this tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Don’t forget  you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.


Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.

Sultry Nights Buy Links:
Amazon | 


Frozen- The Martini Lounge
by Ursula Sinclair


Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me
and I was weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and suddenly I questioned everything.

I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.
Only to find out I could never have her.


I’d always been the dutiful child. I was a good student, did as I was
told. Never broke the rules. My twin broke them enough for the both of us.
I merely tried to protect her. But my decision to become a nun wasn’t made
lightly. I’ve always had this need to give to others. I felt an innate
emptiness, a sense there was something out there that needed my help—the

I nursed my single glass of wine, but as the night wore on, my temples
pounded against the noise in the room. I sometimes suffered from migraines
and this kind of atmosphere provided fodder to bring one on. Lots of
people around, the voices and the thumping music. Thankfully, the women
were ready to leave the lounge after a few drinks. Dancing didn’t really
seem to be done much in here, more a place to drink and socialize.
Although, I could spot the strippers in the room by their distinctive lack
of clothing and whatever they rubbed over their bodies to make them
glisten. I made it a point not to stare too much at anyone. The reason
we’d come to the club had all the women standing up and heading over into
one of the other rooms, where the show they’d come to see would take
place. That was my cue.

“I’m calling it a night, sis,” I announced as I stood too, rubbing my head.

Lara wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Are you sure? You okay?”

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I have a pounding headache. It’s best
I leave now.” I squinted, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I enjoyed being here with you tonight and
celebrating at least a little bit with you and Corrine.”

“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick hug.

“Yes,” Lara added, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Love you. Feel better.”
She squeezed my arm.

“I will. Love you too.”

“Want me to help you get a cab?” Lara asked

“No, I’ll just call one.”

“Okay. Text me once you get home,” Lara said.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I hadn’t
moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my novitiate
vows in a month, but I worked every day and went to church every other
day. Only returned to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.

I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions went in
the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me was
a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part
of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching
the strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a
little tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to
right myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone
stepped on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I
shared the ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes
and pant legs, the size hinted at a man.

The door closed, the elevator dropped and my body swayed but I didn’t fall.

The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my waist as
though to steady me.

“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t come out
right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I took a
step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face, but
strong hands held onto me.

“I got ya.”

“Everything okay?”

A male’s voice asked, one I didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”

I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to protest,
but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward. I
leaned against his strength, depending on it.

I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke and
stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.

“Yeah, cab.”

Hands reached across my lap to snap my seatbelt, pausing to stroke my
breasts. Wrong, this was all wrong. “Nooooooo!” I cried out.

Author Bio and links:

Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego of LaVerne Thompson, an award-winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within our world. She writes romantic suspense and new adult
romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.

She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.

Sign up for her newsletter for sneak peeks and advance info on new releases as well as a few freebies to subscribers. http://bit.ly/1hA7C9W

Contact her at:






a Rafflecopter giveaway


  1. Crystal - November 10, 2017 @ 8:22 pm

    Thank you so much for sharing Sultry Nights and Frozen- The Martini Lounge

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published / Required fields are marked *