Friday, 20 December 2013

Ten Days of Holiday Cheer

Holiday Cheer

Join Bottom Drawer Publications to celebrate the holidays over the next 
10 days with a little something every day for our readers.

Huge discounts! - selected books will be reduced to 99c at various booksellers.

1 Hour Freebies! - every day one of our books will be available for free . . .  for one hour.

Giveaways! - over 10 days we will be giving away books to readers who 
engage with us on social media.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

To start off our little party, we have reduced Second Chances from $5.99 to 99c 
for 3 days only!

We all know what it’s like to lose out in love … but what if you get a second 
chance at happiness? Will you grab it, or run? 

Second Chances is a collection of male/male romance short stories 
about finding love again.

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Wednesday, 11 December 2013

The Groom Blog Tour - Author Spotlight

The Groom Blog Tour December 6-13, 2013

Bottom Drawer Publications Blog – December 11, 2013


Author Spotlight – Elise Marion

Official Bio

Elise Marion is a lover of books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of three spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn’t caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

Author Spotlight

Elise Marion will always have a special place in our hearts here at BDP. She was the very first author we signed to our brand new small romance press in late 2012 to publish her novella, The Secret Life of Avery O’Dea. We have since gone on to publish a short sequel, a free read, and most recently this fabulous novel, The Groom.

From the very first word, her writing captivated us. It was crisp and clean and her characters leapt from the page; it was an easy decision to sign her up. And on top of that she is just an all-around lovely person. Ever ready to discuss the books and the characters, always open to ideas, and a powerhouse at promotion.

As well as the erotic romance and contemporary works Elise has published with BDP, she has a very busy writing life with a range of best-selling self-published books in a historical fantasy series, a trilogy of books in the paranormal genre, and some other sweet and sexy contemporary romances.

(Kings of Cardenas Series)
The Third Son
The Second Son
The Lady Knights of Barony
Gypsy Rose
The Mistress
(The Angels Among Us Series)

Contemporary & Erotic Romance Titles

Valentine’s Masquerade
The New Year’s Masquerade

 You can find Elise Marion on our website here
and at

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Sunday, 8 December 2013

Release Day - Sunrise!


BDP has released a new permanently free read which is available on our website and at most online booksellers in ePub, mobi and PDF formats. Morgan Emerson is a debut author who we have been working with on a New Adult series, "Moonlight Nights", for which Sunrise is a precursor. While the characters in this story are definitely out of "New Adult" status, you will get to meet some of the characters from the upcoming series within the pages too.

Full Summary

A woman who is scared to trust, and a man who thought he’d never love again.

Katherine Niccoli is a successful accountant with an impeccable reputation. She’s worked tooth and nail to improve her life, so she doesn’t have to depend on anyone again. She learned the hard way that men can’t be trusted—having been a teenage mom and suffering through an ugly marriage. She doesn’t risk getting involved anymore. She’s happy dating young, uncomplicated arm candy.

Miles Chase never thought he'd find love again. One steamy weekend in Cabo changed all that. Away for a weekend of playing golf with friends, Miles blew off his plans and enjoyed a passion-filled encounter with a gorgeous woman. When she was gone the next morning, he was left feeling empty and alone all over again.

When Miles meets Kat again at a charity fundraiser six months later, how can he convince her that she can trust him with her heart?

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* Coming soon to Barnes & Noble, Apple, Sony & Diesel ebookstores

Saturday, 7 December 2013

The Groom Blog Tour Starts Today

The Blog Tour kicks off today! Running from the 6th right through to the 13th of December, we have a range of guest posts from Elise Marion, some insightful interviews and some of our bloggers have review posts in store for you. The price of The Groom has also been reduced to $4.99 for the length of the tour.

We have a dedicated tour stop page here with details of each stop and links to check out each post.

Today's blog stops include an interview with Elise Marion on the Book Lovin' Mamas Blog and a spotlight on the book including an excerpt from Chapter One on the DreamZ of Dragons blog.

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To find out more information about The Groom check out the book page on our website:

Bottom Drawer Publications

Friday, 29 November 2013

Cover Reveal - Sunrise by Morgan Emerson

Today we reveal the brand new cover of our soon to be released short story, Sunrise, by Morgan Emerson. Sunrise is Morgan's debut work and is a precursor to her New Adult series "Moonlit Nights", the first of which, Talk to the Moon, is due to be published in early February, 2014

Release Date: December 8, 2013


A woman who is scared to trust, and a man who thought he'd never love again.

A weekend in Cabo brings them together, but Miles wakes to an empty bed when Kat starts to feel things she shouldn't. When they meet again at a charity fundraiser six months later, how can Miles convince Kat that she can trust him with her heart?


For more information click on the link to our website here.


Bottom Drawer Publications is giving away a $10 voucher to spend in our digital shop to celebrate the release. The Draw is open to December 9, 2013

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Tuesday, 26 November 2013

The Groom in paperback ...

Elise Marion's beautifully romantic tale, The Groom, is available now in paperback.

As a special bonus, the print edition also includes the prequel,
My Ex-Wife's Wedding.

Find The Groom at:

Follow the links directly or visit our website for more information and an excerpt.


Saturday, 26 October 2013


Yes, you've read it right. It's the 26th of October and The Groom by Elise Marion is available for purchase!


When Lyle Cummings is left standing at the altar on his wedding day, all of his carefully composed plans for the future come crashing down around him. The pragmatic doctor is left questioning his well-ordered existence and wondering if there isn't more to life than the achievements of wealth and career.

When he meets Katrina Giordano, a fiery lounge singer with more passion in her pinky finger than  he possesses in his entire body, his mundane life is turned upside down. In Katrina, he finds everything his life has been lacking. With her, he will learn that what he thought was love really wasn't at all.

But will Katrina's dark past threaten the happiness that Lyle has found after so much heartache? With her life, and now his, hanging in the balance, Lyle will find himself tested when it comes to how far he will go for love.


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You can buy The Groom from the BDP Bookshop
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The Groom is also available at
Amazon  AllRomance  BookStrand  Smashwords

Barnes & Noble, Apple iBookstore, Kobo, Diesel and Sony coming soon.


Paperback release: November 26

Elise Marion is a lover of books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of two spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn’t caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Final Exclusive Tease - The Groom

Only 4 more days to go until the release of Elise Marion's latest novel, The Groom. One last teaser before publication. This time we hear from Kat.

 Teaser 3
Katrina carefully lowered her acoustic guitar into its pink, velvet-lined case and snapped it closed. She left the backstage area of Parson’s Bar and Grill and toted it to the bar, which was now winding down for the night. Only a handful of customers remained, which was good because she was exhausted and not really in the mood for schmoozing. While she appreciated that people were so enthusiastic about her singing and often wanted to tell her so face to face, Katrina was looking forward to one of Angie’s famous burgers.
“Great set tonight, Kat,” Angie said from behind the bar. She paused in the middle of wiping down the counter to slip an envelope into Katrina’s hand. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”
“Dana’s Shoe Emporium, here I come,” Katrina joked as she stuffed the envelope into her hobo-style handbag. She slung the purse onto a barstool next to her guitar case and accepted her dinner with a grateful sigh.
“Ang, you are so good to me, girl.”
Angie smiled but didn’t respond. She simply went back to wiping down the bar. Katrina dug into her burger as Jake, Angie’s husband, bouncer and co-owner of Parson’s, took a stool beside her. Jake leaned over the bar and kissed Angie before settling down to tally the receipts for the night.
Katrina had known the Parsons for years, and not only was their business arrangement solid, so was their marriage. Katrina didn’t have a lot of constants in her life, but the Parsons were definitely written on the pages of her existence with permanent ink.
 She and Angie had met in high school, connecting over their mutual love of music. The two didn’t have much else in common. Katrina had been wild and rebellious, Angie the straight-laced good girl. The daughter of a professor, Angie had been queen of the nerds, while Katrina was more likely to be found cutting class. The two had met in choir class after finding themselves seated together in the alto section. Their voices had harmonized beautifully, and from there they’d struck up conversations during class about their favorite artists—which had resulted in them both ending up in the principal’s office on numerous occasions. Katrina always joked that she had been the one to turn Angie into a bad girl.
When Katrina had joined a band looking for a guitar player and singer, she’d talked Angie into filling the vacant position of bass guitarist. Her father hadn’t approved, citing music as a “waste of time.” But Angie hadn’t cared, and the two had spent their senior year playing punk rock and experimenting with neon-colored highlights.
After graduation, Angie had done Katrina proud by shrugging off her father’s plans for her life, marrying a Marine and turning down a full scholarship to go to culinary school. All so they could follow their mutual dream of opening a bar and grill where live music could thrive. The moment she graduated and he finished his four-year commitment to the military, they’d settled down and opened the bar. For a while they’d lost contact, but when Katrina had needed a fresh start, Parson’s was where she’d turned up. Angie and Katrina had picked up where they left off as if their time apart had never happened.
 When they first asked Katrina to sing at Parson’s a few times a week, she’d done it on a lark. Always looking for something new and fun to do, she’d said yes, not knowing at the time she would become as much a part of Parson’s as the scratched bar top and the mini-skirt wearing waitresses.
She sipped her soda slowly and sighed, leaning against the back of her barstool. Jake looked up at her and smiled, an action that faded swiftly as his eyes connected with something over her shoulder. Katrina frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Creepy guy. On your six.”
Goosebumps pimpled along her skin. She felt eyes on her now and dreaded turning around to find one of her father’s hired goons.
“Shit,” she whispered as she turned just enough to find the guy in her peripheral vision. Big, beefy, wearing a three-piece suit and tie . . . definitely the kind of brute her father would send after her.
“Want me to get rid of him?”
Katrina smiled and shook her head. Jake was a big bear of a man—his career as a Marine had sculpted his body into prime physical condition. Knowing what he did about Katrina’s background, he was just as protective of her as he was over his own wife. She stood and rubbed a hand over Jake’s scruffy, closely shaved hair.
“No, honey, I got this.”
Jake tensed as she stood, draining what was left of her soda. “Are you sure? You don’t have to put up with that crap if you don’t want to.”
Katrina shrugged. “If I don’t approach him, he’ll approach me. It’s better for me to just go and see what he wants.”
“Be careful.”
Waving off Jake’s warning, Katrina turned toward the hired lackey reclining against the cushioned seat of the booth he sat in alone. She calmly slid into the booth and met her stalker’s beady, dark eyes. She folded her hands neatly in front of her and got straight to the point.
“Why don’t we just get right down to business here, and you tell me what the hell he wants. After that, you can feel free to kiss my ass and leave.”
Unruffled, the suited goon adjusted his position in the booth and stared down his nose at her as he spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Mr. Giordano wishes to meet with you at his home. I have a car out front waiting to take you there and bring you back here afterwards.”
Katrina arched one eyebrow and smirked coyly. “And I suppose if I don’t come with you, I’ll find you or one of your other mouth-breathing friends standing over me in my bed tonight.”
The goon chuckled. “You know we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Miss Giordano. Your father has insisted on your presence right away. If you won’t come quietly . . .” he trailed off and laughed again. “Well, you’ll come.”
Katrina knew that the threat wasn’t idle. “All right, I’ll go with you,” she said. “But keep your meat hooks off me.”
“You’re making a very wise decision, Miss Giordano,” he answered. “Come with me, please.”
Katrina snorted at his use of pleasantries but didn’t respond. She simply crossed back over to the bar, shot Jake and Angie a look that said “I’ll see you later, don’t worry” and followed the bumbling minion out into the warm summer night. He paused in the doorway, reaching into his jacket pocket and bringing out a pack of cigarettes.
“No smoking in the car,” she commanded imperiously. “I’m a goddamn singer, and I don’t need you stinking up my good, clean air with your toxic smoke.”
He glared at her but complied, shoving the pack back into his breast pocket. As they walked toward the sleek, black Mercedes idling at the curb, her eyes zeroed in on the figure of a man entering a cab.
Her eyes locked with his for a split second, and pity knifed through her as she recognized the emotion in his eyes as one she knew all too well.
This man looked like he’d just barely made it through a day from Hell. His black tuxedo was rumpled and unkempt, his bow tie undone and hanging around his neck. His white dress shirt was stained with flecks of what looked like blood and he was sporting some pretty bruised-up knuckles. His dirty-blond hair was falling in heavy, straight locks over his forehead in tousled disarray and his eyes were bloodshot and watery. He gazed back at her for a split second before disappearing into the taxi that had pulled up next to him on the curb.
Snapping out of the trance that his haunted eyes had put her in, Katrina lifted her chin regally at her meathead escort and swept into the waiting car.
Release Date: October 26, 2013
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Thursday, 17 October 2013

The Groom - 2nd Exclusive Excerpt Tease

Only 1 more week to go until the release of The Groom by Elise Marion. Here is another excerpt to whet your appetite before it's available for purchase:

Teaser 2

“You should stick around,” she said warmly after he’d taken over with the ice. “We have live music on Saturdays.”
She placed another filled glass in front of him and Lyle took it, nodding his thanks and looking away, freeing the bartender to wait on her other customers. He took his time with this drink, the tentacles of the first two already reaching out through his body with warm intent. He hadn’t noticed much about his surroundings since arriving, but he took stock of them now as he drank.
The lighting was dim, which was good because if someone in the room knew him, Lyle didn’t want to have to deal with that. The pitying eyes of the bartender were one thing; the probing stares of people who were expecting to see him with a ring on his finger and a bride on his arm would be enough to make him want to go somewhere and splatter his brains across the wall. The bar was long, wrapping in a serpentine pattern around half of the room. At least three other bartenders worked the gathered patrons, who sipped beer and munched on peanuts while waiting for the music to start. Conversation filled the room in a dull buzz.
The other half of the room was filled with round, cloth-covered tables and wooden chairs. Waitresses bustled in and out of the crowd in short skirts and white tops, pens in their hair and comfortable shoes on their feet. Lyle’s stomach rolled and clenched with nausea at the smell of nachos and greasy hamburgers. He took another sip of scotch and sighed in relief at the feel of fire burning the nausea away. Just then, he didn’t care if he ever had another bite of food again in his life. If he could just crawl into the bottom of the liquor bottle and curl up in the fetal position, he could die somewhat happy . . . or, at least, numb.
Jutting out from the back wall was a stage hosting a microphone stand and a couple of speakers. A red velvet curtain separated the stage from whatever was going on backstage. Lyle tipped his glass back and stood, deciding that listening to some bartender’s sister’s band sing the blues was the last thing he wanted right now. Another drink, preferably in a quieter location, was just what he needed.
“Closing out the tab?” the bartender asked as he stood and dropped a few dollars in the tip glass. He nodded.
“Yes, thank you,” he said, holding up the makeshift ice pack. “Have a nice—”
Lyle’s sentence was cut off by a man’s voice. A burly bouncer in a tight black T-shirt was on stage, announcing the act for the night. He could barely hear him because of the catcalls and whistles coming from the audience. Every man in the room seemed to lean forward in anticipation as the curtains parted to reveal the figure of a woman holding a guitar. She walked forward with a bright smile, her skin bathed in the glow of the spotlight as she took a seat on the stool.
Lyle felt frozen in place as she strummed on her guitar and opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was like velvet, a purr that wrapped itself around him tightly and squeezed, flooding his insides with warmth and . . . something else—he wasn’t quite sure what. He felt himself moving, and somewhere in the back of his mind realized that he’d backed toward the stool he’d left seconds ago and was sitting down again. The bartender giggled as she slid another scotch across the bar toward him.
“I told you,” she said. “Katrina draws the biggest crowds we see all week. I’ll just keep that tab open for you.”
He nodded absently but had long lost his grip on what the bartender was saying to him. His gaze zeroed in on the woman behind the microphone. Her skin was the shade of smooth caramel, her eyes dark and fathomless and rimmed by a fan of dark, spiky lashes. Glitter sparkled on her eyelids and hair, which was a wild, curly, deep mahogany curtain spilling over her bare shoulders and back. It seemed like a breathing, living thing, that head full of hair, just begging for fingers to be run through it. It flowed from her scalp in wild spirals that cradled a heart-shaped face. Even from this distance, she was stunning. If Lyle had to sum her up using only one word, it would have been “luscious.” Everything about this woman was abundant and full, from her pouting lips to the thick cascade of her hair to the curves blossoming beneath her flowing, strapless, colorfully patterned dress. Gold jewelry winked in her ears and around her throat, as well as a matching thumb ring. A red heart was tattooed on the back of her hand, the black scrawl in the center illegible at this distance.
Everything about her soothed and calmed, from the sound of her alto voice, heavy and thick like maple syrup, to the serenity painted across her face as she sang, eyes closed, even, white teeth gleaming in the light from the stage as she smiled. Every man in the room was in her grasp, leaning forward, silent and still as death, enraptured by the siren and her song. Lyle was right there with them, ensnared, unable to move for the peace that flooded him at the sound of her voice.
When the first haunting melody had ended, she launched into the next and Lyle ordered another drink. When the friendly bartender served it, she slid a white business card across the bar to him and held out her hand, eyebrow raised. Lyle gratefully took the card for a taxi company and handed over his keys. He had come here to numb his pain, and the scotch was working along with the music to achieve that effect. Why ruin it by stopping his drinking binge to drive home? Lyle slipped the card into his pocket and leaned back against the bar, a good buzz working through his blood as the alcohol worked its anesthetic effects on his mind and heart.