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You Gotta Read Reviews Smoldering Nights by Lisa Carlisle

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Smoldering Nights is a fun short story about a girl and her vampire.” 

~ 4* from You Gotta Read

 

Smoldering Nights

First in the Underground Encounters series

Nike loSmoldering Nightsves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.

Only Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced on the run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each others’ bodies while trying to sort out how they feel about each other. Can they overcome their differences to be together? And how will they evade the predators who are chasing them?

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New Release – Night Encounters by Lisa Carlisle

Out today! Night Encounters is a paperback anthology containing my first two books in the Underground Encounters series: Smoldering Nights and Fiery Nights. Get ready for two hot paranormal romances from Ellora’s Cave Twilight line.

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Smoldering Nights

First in the Underground Encounters series

Nike loves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.

Only Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced on the run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each others’ bodies while trying to sort out how they feel about each other. Can they overcome their differences to be together? And how will they evade the predators who are chasing them?

Read an excerpt

Reviews

“If you are looking for a short story full of action and passion then pick up Smoldering Nights and get ready to be hooked on the series.” ~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

“I enjoyed this paranormal romance story… I liked Nike, not only she is a firefighter, which makes her hero material, but she is also strong, intelligent, and is super confident… The love scenes between Michel and Nike are hot.” ~ Romance Studio.

Fiery Nights

Second in the Underground Encounters series

He may own a Goth nightclub, but Tristan Stone avoids people—the darkness that surrounds them drains him. When he sees Maya for the first time, alone on the dance floor, a light surrounds her. He must discover who she is and what gives her power. He wants her, must have her.

Maya sees a man with haunting eyes watching her from the back of the club. She feels their connection, but thinks it’s merely physical attraction. Their passion ignites, overpowering them, and they must work together to understand their connection. The heat of their passion could send their world up in flames.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Reviews

“There is steamy sizzling hotness and then totally pure romance that makes you awww out loud! The HEA (Happily Ever After) is one of the best I’ve read…” ~ Satin Sheets Romance

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5* Reviews for Smoldering Nights and Fiery Nights by Lisa Carlisle

I’m thrilled to share Cornelia Amiri’s fantastic five star reviews of Smoldering Nights and Fiery Nights, the first two books in my Underground Encounters series. Cornelia is the author of the short, sexy Dancing Vampires series at Ellora’s Cave, as well as many other books.


5* – “Slick,Sexy, Suspenseful
Listen, buddy, I just saw a wall blow up, a man whom I was kissing sprouted fangs and jumped out a window, and now two men, if they even are men, are after me. So cut the crap. Who are you? No, what are you? Why are they trying to kill you? And what the hell is going on!”

     After hard work as a firefighter, Nike and her friend Maya take a girl’s night out at Vamps, a hot goth club. There Nike spots the hot, mysterious French hunk from her rock climbing gym, Michel, who is also the owner of Vamps. Suspense an action ensues as a man, who has been after Michel for many, many years, blows up the club to try to kill him.

    “Lisa Carlisle has loved vampire stories since she was in third grade, when she had a crush on Dracula.” Smoldering Nights is the first book of her Underground Encounter series. The point of view in Smoldering Nights and the Underground Encounters series is interesting and unique. The author uses first person point of view but switches it from hero to heroine by listing a header per scene or chapter as to which one she’s using.

     I loved this slick, sexy, paranormal romance and its engaging characters. The book has both steamy love scenes and fast action with riveting suspense. I highly recommend Smoldering Nights.Cornelia Amiri, Author of the Dancing Vampires series.

5* – “Sizzling… “Gifts are different for everyone. Maybe she has an affinity with some type of good spirits. Or maybe her gift is a connection with you. The light to your darkness.”

      In book two of the Underground Encounter series, the heroine, Maya, is the best friend of Nike, the heroine form Smoldering Nights. After hard work as a firefighter, Maya, dressed in a sexy pirate wench costume, celebrates Halloween at Vamps, a hot goth club. There she meets the tall, dark, handsome new owner of the club, Tristan Stone. He is a paranormal being, other than a vampire, but just as sexy and mysterious. Tristan and Maya connect well in more ways than one as she discovers that with her own paranormal gift she may be the same type of being.

     “Lisa Carlisle has loved vampire stories since she was in third grade, when she had a crush on Dracula.” Fiery Nights is the second book of her Underground Encounter series. The point of view in the Underground Encounters series is interesting and unique. The author uses first person point of view but switches it from hero to heroine by listing a header per scene or chapter as to which one she’s using.

     The writing has a smooth, seductive flow. I loved this slick, sizzling paranormal romance and its engaging characters. I highly recommend Fiery Nights.” ~  Cornelia Amiri, Author of the Dancing Vampires series.

 

Lisa Carlisle’s Book #Trailer for Fiery Nights

My awesome husband created a trailer for Fiery Nights–after I bugged him for a few weeks. ;).

He also created one for Smoldering Nights. What do you think? Maybe if we encourage him with positive feedback, he’ll create them for me before the books are released!

Thank you, Mr. C!

Lisa Carlisle at the Vampires vs Werewolves Blog Hop

I have been looking forward to this blog hop. Vampires vs werewolves? What a delicious topic!
For me, it’s vampires all the way–sexy, immortal, sensual beings. Count Dracula. Brad Pitt and Antonio Banderas as vampires in Interview with a Vampire. Hot! Stuart Townsend as Lestat in Queen of the Damned? Smoldering!
And I would definitely pick Edward over Jacob.
Who am I missing? Come on, vampire lovers, cast your vote!
There are many of you out there who would choose werewolf. So let me know why. Alcide from True Blood is smoking and I have a soft spot for Lupin in Harry Potter.
What would you pick–vampires or werewolves–and why? Who are some of the hottest characters? Your favorite books?
You could win a digital copy of Smoldering Nights, the first book in my Underground Encounters series with Ellora’s Cave. (Open to US and international readers.)

While you’re here, check out my newest release in the series, Fiery Nights!

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Fiery Nights

Second in the Underground Encounters series

He may own a Goth nightclub, but Tristan Stone avoids people—the darkness that surrounds them drains him. When he sees Maya for the first time, alone on the dance floor, a light surrounds her. He must discover who she is and what gives her power. He wants her, must have her.

Maya sees a man with haunting eyes watching her from the back of the club. She feels their connection, but thinks it’s merely physical attraction. Their passion ignites, overpowering them, and they must work together to understand their connection. The heat of their passion could send their world up in flames.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Read an excerpt

 

Buy Now at Ellora’s Cave

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Smoldering Nights

First in the Underground Encounters series

Out Now at Ellora’s Cave!

Nike loSmoldering Nightsves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.

Only Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced on the run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each others’ bodies while trying to sort out how they feel about each other. Can they overcome their differences to be together? And how will they evade the predators who are chasing them?

Read an excerpt

Buy now at Ellora’s Cave

Buy now at Amazon

Reviews

“If you are looking for a short story full of action and passion then pick up Smoldering Nights and get ready to be hooked on the series.” ~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

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Excerpt for Smoldering Nights by Lisa Carlisle

Smoldering Nights

First in the Underground Encounters series

Smoldering Nights
By Lisa Carlisle

Nike loves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock-climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her sexual fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.

Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced to run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each other’s bodies while trying to sort out how they feel. Can they overcome their differences while evading the predators chasing them?

Chapter One

Nike

Their strict dress code at Vamps warned curious passersby away: “No jeans, no sneakers, no baseball caps. Leather, vinyl and fetish wear highly encouraged. If in doubt, wear black.”

I looked at the stone gargoyles that flanked the entrance as if they were old friends. Perhaps they were hung there to appear creepy and warn visitors away from this underground club. I preferred to think they signaled protection for whoever entered.

Maya pulled the aged-bronze door handle.

“Ladies, you look ravishing as always,” Byron, the bouncer/ID screener, said. “Like you’re ready to break some hearts.”

“That’s the plan,” I said.

“Except yours,” Maya said, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re such a flirt,” Byron said. “Go on in.”

“This is going to be a great night,” Maya said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “I can feel it.”

“The only thing I feel right now is your death grip.”

“Sorry,” she said, letting go. “Maybe we’ll meet someone special.”

“Ha! In a fetish club?” I answered. “Come on. I’m only here to dance, not date. You wouldn’t seriously date some guy you met while wearing a tiny schoolgirl outfit, would you?”

I followed her down the dark tunnel lit by candelabra attached to the stone walls. The flames were powered by electricity so as not to violate any fire codes, yet they still emanated a fiery glow.

“No. Ugh. Do I ever?” she asked, giving me her incredulous look. “Doesn’t mean we can’t meet interesting people,” she said. “Remember those guys from England we met a few months ago?”

I nodded.

“They were a blast.”

I shrugged. “They were okay,” I said. “I don’t know how they found out about this club. All I know is I’m hoping for a good night. It was such a shitty week at the firehouse and I’m more than ready to let off some steam.”

“And it’s not often we get a Saturday night off. Definitely the best night of the week here.”

The general public would consider Vamps freaky Thursday and Friday as well, the other two nights it was open. For some reason, Saturday was extra special. Maybe it was DJ Mistress Mona putting on faster, more exciting music that worked the crowd up to a dancing frenzy on the three platform stages and dance floor. Maybe the bartenders put an extra kick in their smoky concoctions. Or maybe it was the Saturday night regulars, decked out in their most outrageous and scanty outfits, who made Vamps their own.

When we made it to the main dance area, the floor was packed. People appeared free to be themselves, wearing whatever suited them—from fishnets and corsets to kinky cowgirl, from steampunk to punk rock—in an environment where they could be uninhibited and unjudged. And they wore black—lots of it.

I often asked where the regulars came from. Vamps seemed like it would fit better in downtown Boston or at least eclectic Salem rather than this little artists’ village tucked in the North Shore. Most of the regulars came from Gloucester, Salem, Portsmouth, and some even drove up from Boston. They attributed it to a more authentic local flavor than the city clubs often frequented by gawking tourists looking for a freak show.

Maya and I slinked our way through the dance floor. The crowd pulsated around us in an orgy of black, leather and skintight vinyl while gargoyle statues looked down

upon them from their protective perches on the walls. Maya and I maneuvered into an empty space and quickly were entranced by the crowd’s energy, dancing to the beat.

A remix of Rob Zombie’s Living Dead Girl came on. Even though I didn’t have a drink, I lost myself in the music, trying to shake off work-mode Nike. When a couple guys started to dance with us, I barely noticed and I didn’t mind.

Maya and I would dance with them, maybe have a drink, but we’d never give out our numbers. Besides, how do you interact over coffee with some guy you met who had been wearing leather pants, chains and boots that gave a new definition to the word stomp?

After a few more songs, I said, “Come on, Maya, let’s get a drink.”

“Hey, where are you ladies going?”

“Maybe we’ll see you later,” Maya said, and she grabbed my hand to try to move our way off the dance floor.

The guys weren’t usually pushy here so we got away without protest. Unlike some of the other clubs on the North Shore or Boston where you’d be hit on repeatedly by drunk townies or college jocks, here you didn’t have to worry about that.

We squeezed through dancers to make our way to the darkly lit bar guarded by more stone gargoyles on each end. Just as we made it to the other side of the dance floor, I felt someone watching me.

It was him.

Oh my God. He was here.

In all the times I’d come here, dressed in all kinds of tight, miniscule outfits, never had I felt so exposed. I wished I wasn’t wearing a laced-up black leather dress that exposed a lot of cleavage and was tight enough to show a pimple on my ass.

He was sitting on one of the dark-red leather stools, facing the crowd. I looked up at him twice and caught his eye quickly both times before I looked away. Those ice-blue

eyes were so penetrating. Each time I’d caught his eye at the rock climbing gym, I’d have the same reaction—I’d look away quickly.

Why didn’t I have the guts to say hi? He was just another guy. So why did he have that effect upon me? There were tons of hot guys with jacked bodies at the gym. This one—only this one—made me react this way, like a zombie unable to speak.

My palms were beginning to heat up and I was painfully aware of the sound of my heartbeat despite the reverberation of the pounding bass around us.

“I know you from the gym, don’t I?”

Oh God. He was speaking to me. Whenever I heard that sultry voice and the French accent, I trembled slightly inside. Was there anything sexier than a French accent? During my brief semester in the south of France my junior year of college, I was in a constant state of sexual arousal with sounds of the French language all around me. Especially when purred by hot French men.

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Maya elbowed me.

“Ye-yes,” I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. “I go to Rock Hard Climbing.” That’s where he worked. “I’ve, uh, seen you there.”

Maya said, “I’ll catch up with you later.”

He nodded at her before she moved down to an empty spot at the other end of the red-and-black-marbled bar.

Damn it. How could she leave me alone with him? She must have figured out he was the guy I often drooled about, when she saw me clam up like an idiot.

I stared at Maya as she scanned the crowd on the dance floor, shooting invisible daggers at her back. I’m going to kill her later.

In all those months fantasizing about this guy, never did I think it would start as awkward as this. Perhaps he’d smile at me first or nod hello at the gym. Then one day he’d ask if I needed a hand with something. Maybe compliment me somehow. I would

appear a bit aloof. Each time I went to the gym after that, things would progress nice and slow. We’d gradually talk a bit more until he finally asked me out.

He snapped me out of my thoughts when he said, “I thought I recognized you. You look,” he paused, “different.”

Never, NEVER, did I think our first conversation would be in some underground club with my breasts pushed up against a leather laced-up bodice, accentuated by a brooch with a silhouetted skull.

“Um, yeah.” I peered up at him. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that enhanced rather than hid all those hours he put in rock climbing. His black jeans were tight and I didn’t dare look to see if they enhanced certain areas as well. “You look different too, out of gym clothes.”

He chuckled. Did I say something funny? I didn’t think so.

“I only wear my gym clothes while I’m working. But I guess that’s the only time you’d see me,” he said.

I smiled. If only there were other times.

“I’m Michel,” he said, pronouncing it with French accentuation on the syllables. Damn, that was hot. He put out his hand.

“Mee-shell,” I repeated softly the way he had said it, letting his name roll over my tongue like a smooth whiskey. “I’m Nike,” I answered, shaking his hand.

The touch of his skin arrested me and I hoped he didn’t catch my quick intake of breath.

“Like the goddess of victory,” he said. “Fitting. I’ve seen you conquer many tough climbs.”

He held on to my hand for a few seconds longer than what was customary and lightly ran his thumb across my knuckles. My skin felt electrified where he touched it and I resisted closing my eyes to revel in the sensation. I tried not to let his remark go to my head and set my fantasies in motion again, but that slight caress made it inevitable.

I pushed away a vision of us in bed together, rolling in satin sheets as I whispered his name through hot, passionate kisses. He’s just being polite, I told myself. He’d do the same to any other person he recognized from the gym.

“Yes. Thank you. Most people say, ‘Like the sneaker?’ My mother was into Greek mythology.”

“I see,” he said. “Ni-kee,” he drew out the syllables in a low rasp.

 

“If you are looking for a short story full of action and passion then pick up Smoldering Nights and get ready to be hooked on the series.” ~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

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Also available, the second book in the series, Fiery Nights.

Fiery Nights by Lisa Carlisle

Lisa Carlisle’s Naughty New Year Blog Stop and Giveaway

Greetings all,
I’m one of the authors participating in the Naughty New Year’s blog hop. I don’t know about you, but I plan to spend the new year’s reading several naughty books. Luckily, my husband and sister took the hint and got me gift cards and books from Ellora’s Cave. 😉 Before I became an author with Ellora’s Cave, I was a reader, so I’m very proud and thrilled to join such a warm, talented, welcoming group of authors. If you’ve never read an EC book, I encourage you to check them out. Plenty of HOT books to read this winter.

I’m also pleased to announce that Ellora’s Cave just published my second novel with them on December 28th, called Fiery Nights! I LOVED writing this book–loved writing about the developing relationship between Tristan and Maya. I hope you check it out and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Fiery Nights

Fiery Nights by Lisa CarlisleHe may own a Goth nightclub, but Tristan Stone avoids people—the darkness that surrounds them drains him. When he sees Maya for the first time, alone on the dance floor, a light surrounds her. He must discover who she is and what gives her power. He wants her, must have her.

Maya sees a man with haunting eyes watching her from the back of the club. She feels their connection, but thinks it’s merely physical attraction. Their passion ignites, overpowering them, and they must work together to understand their connection. The heat of their passion could send their world up in flames.

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Be sure to comment below for your chance to win a digital copy of Smoldering Nights, the first book in my Underground Encounters series with Ellora’s Cave.
You’ll also be entered to win the Grand Prize Giveaways, which are a $100 gift card to EdenFantasys and a digital gift basket of 10 erotica books.