Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Showdown Giveaway 2: Anchored by Rachel Haimowitz

Blogger apparently wanted to join the fight, and not play nice with me. *shakes the angry fist*  So I call giveaway do over.  I've even changed my dress, in order to properly give it a whupin'.  And on that note...

Welcome to the 2nd round of Mamba's front row seats to the Rachel Haimowitz - Kari Gregg showdown for the The Romance Reviews: Best Erotic Romance 2010 Non Traditional Lifestyle competition The showdown continues.  We had Kari Gregg with Lovely Wicked, now it's Rachel's turn.

Excerpt and trailer below the jump.  Giveaway details at the end of each post, but basically... you know the drill... leave me a comment to gain entry to the awesomeness that is the giveaways.  The cool showdown graphic will take to over to The Romance Reviews website for the actual vote.

I am pleased to present... holding nothing back from the feud filled with awesome...

In this corner... 

Rachel Haimowitz with Anchored!




*crowd goes wild*

Genre:  Contemporary
Length:  Novel
Publisher:  Noble Romance

The Blurb:  Network news anchor Daniel Halstrom is at the top of his field, but being at the bottom of the social ladder--being a slave--makes that hard to enjoy. Especially when NewWorld Media, the company who's owned him since childhood, decides to lease him on evenings and weekends to boost their flagging profits.

Daniel's not stupid; he knows there's only one reason a man would pay so much for what little free time he has, and it's got nothing to do with his knowledge of current events. But he's never been made to serve like that before, and he fears he won't survive the experience with his sanity intact.

He finds himself in the home of Carl Whitman, a talk show host whose words fail him time and again when it comes to ordering Daniel to bed. Daniel knows what Carl wants, but it seems as if Carl isn't willing to take it, and Daniel's not willing to give it freely. His recalcitrance costs him dearly, but with patience and some hard-won understanding, love just might flourish where once there'd been only fear and pain. Can Carl become the anchor in Daniel's turbulent life, or will he end up the weight that sinks his slave for good?

Special Content Alert: M/M, forced oral and anal intercourse



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Excerpt

Daniel's driver was the same one he'd had for years, except instead of taking him to the dorm by the docks on the West Side, he headed off toward the Upper East, to a pre-war brownstone overlooking Central Park. The doorman there wore bronze slave bracelets that matched the cufflinks on his uniform, and he gave Daniel an abbreviated bow when he opened the door for him. "This way, sir," he said, and didn't that just pull Daniel up short, because he was as much a slave as the doorman no matter the metal his bands were made of. But Daniel followed him into the lobby, and the doorman deposited him in the elevator, turned a private key, and pushed the button for the north penthouse. "I'll let him know you're on your way, sir," was the last thing Daniel heard for the next five floors.

He didn't know what to expect when the doors opened, but it certainly wasn't the talk show host who shared his timeslot on InfoGlobe's biggest rival network. 

Daniel froze, suddenly forgetting how to walk, how to breathe. Even forgetting to turn his gaze to the floor, not to look a freeman in the eye. Was this some kind of joke? Or was fucking him in the ratings alone not enough for UBC?

Carl Whitman, the charismatic face of UBC's Whitman Live—and what a big face it was in person, atop an equally big body—smiled down at Daniel. Daniel was expecting a greeting, or maybe a scolding for making eye contact, but instead, Carl said, "You're sweating." And then, shit-eating smirk firmly in place, added, "Come on, before you end up back in the lobby. Lord knows I paid enough for every single second of your time."

Daniel had no memory of walking into Carl's—his master's—living room, but there he was, staring obediently at a small patch of ultra-plush off-white carpeting despite the nearly overpowering urge to observe his new surroundings. He could feel Carl's gaze, long and appraising, but Carl kept his distance.

"I saw your show tonight," Carl said, settling down on a black leather couch with an ease and comfort that Daniel knew he'd never feel here. Carl hadn't asked a question or given Daniel permission to speak, so Daniel remained silent. "You looked like a deer caught in headlights all night." Carl chuckled, added, "Still do, actually." 

Another pause, where maybe Carl was waiting for him to say something, as if the man didn't know the laws, didn't know how slaves had to behave. Or maybe he just thought of Daniel as different somehow. "You had three seconds of dead air before the lead on your opening block." Pause. "Will they punish you for that?"

"Yes, master," Daniel said to his feet, trying to keep his voice strong, to take ownership of his mistake and make it clear that such lapses were neither commonplace nor acceptable in his eyes.

"Take your shirt off. What will they do to you?"

The two statements were so disparate that it took Daniel a moment to parse them. He swallowed hard and lifted his T-shirt over his head, hunched in on himself a little when it was gone. He didn't know what to do with it, didn't dare throw it on the floor, so he fisted it in both hands, wringing the fabric nervously. "I don't know, master."

Carl sprang from his chair and crossed the room in two large steps. He tugged the T-shirt from Daniel's hands and tossed it on the couch, ducked his head quite conspicuously to look into Daniel's downturned face, and demanded, "How can you not know?"

"I don't know how angry they'll be, sir. Twenty with the strap, maybe; I need to be able to sit through the broadcast tomorrow night."

One giant hand—easily the size of Daniel's whole face—reached out to cup his chin. Carl's thumb traced the line of Daniel's cheekbone from his ear to his nose, and then settled across his lips. "Is that as painful as it sounds?"
Daniel nodded, feeling his skin flush beneath the man's touch.

"Pants," Carl said, dropping his hand and stepping away. Again, the change of subject was so abrupt it took Daniel a moment to process, but then he was peeling his jeans off, wondering at the purpose of all this talk of punishment.

"Put them on the couch," Carl said. "Socks, underwear, all of it."

Daniel complied with shaking hands, blushing tip to toe and trembling in the cool air. His hands made a move for pockets that were no longer there, and lest his master think he was trying to hide himself, he clasped them tightly behind his back.

Carl hovered a few feet away, his expression indecipherable—at least what Daniel could see of it through his downturned gaze. The silence stretched, stretched some more. Neither man moved.

At last, Daniel could bear it no longer and chanced a single word. "Master?"

"Hmm?"

"Should I—I mean, do you . . . do you want me to . . . ?"
Daniel had no idea how to finish that sentence, but Carl rescued him from it with another, "Hmm," more an amused observation this time than a question.

"Shower's down the hall on the left," Carl said. "Soap and shampoo in the stall. Fresh towels on the rack. I want you squeaky clean, understand?"

"Yes, master," Daniel said. That, at least, he understood. He understood perfectly well.

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The Trailer...



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The fine details...

·         To enter, just leave a comment on this post.
·         Giveaway is for an ebook copy.
·         Please include a valid email address.
·         Contest closes 11:30PM PST, March 14th, 2011
·         Winners will be selected at random.
·         If the chosen winners do not respond to my email within 48 hours, another winner will be selected.
·         Contest is open to worldwide.  
·         Must be 18 yrs. old or older.

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Now, get out and vote!  After you leave a comment of course.  You don't want to be missing out on this awesome. ;)  Click the Showdown graphic to be transported to The Romance Reviews website to vote Anchored!



Visit The Showdown Website for more on the awesome that is the fight between these two.





This giveaway is in no way sponsored by The Romance Reviews.

11 comments:

  1. Anchored is responsible for global warming, the conflict in the Middle East and oh yes, will make your butt look fat too.

    Save the planet, do your part for world peace and make your ass look FABULOUS by voting Lovely Wicked!

    :D

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  2. Oh man! You totally got me lusting after this when you did the blog tour a little while back. I've got to get my name in the hat for this one!

    Kari - My ass is my BEST asset *wink* Can't improve perfect!

    mdwartistry at yahoo dot com

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  3. I want both. Thank you
    peskyanimal@yahoo.com

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  4. This time I can't lose!

    oulaff@gmail.com

    :)

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  5. @Kari: LMAO, make you're butt look fat? You guys slay me.

    @Sweet: Yeah, I loved this one. You're names in the hat again my dear.

    @Peskyanimal: Gotch'ya down for both :)

    @Sara: Heya :) LOL, quite possibly. I was going to shoot you a message the other day when I told you about Sublime. I'm glad you stopped by to enter. :))

    Thanks for stopping by you all. Hope you're having a good week!

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  6. I vote for Anchored, because I would love to win it.

    japaine@fastmail.fm

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  7. the book sounds very good I would love to win it

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  8. This sounds great!

    mslovelesswrites @ gmail.com

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  9. I haven't read Anchored but I have read Lovely Wicked. I should win Anchored so that I can give a truly unbiased opinion. Pretty please with fresh strawberries on it?

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  10. @Denise: Oh, very good indeed. :)

    @Ryan: This one really is.

    @Leilani: LOL, I'll see what I can do. :)

    Thanks for coming by to play giveaway guys. :))

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  11. This giveaway is... Closed.

    Thanks everyone. :D

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