Blog Tour & Giveaway~ Sinful Rewards by Cynthia Sax



Sinful Rewards by Cynthia Sax
(Sinful Rewards #1)
Published by: Avon Impulse
Publication date: July 15th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance

Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.

But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.

Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?



You’re a good girl intent on doing the right thing, Nicolas mocks, his tone implying that the opposite is true. That deserves a reward, doesn’t it? This question is also slathered with sarcasm.

He’s angry with me and I don’t know why. My discomfort increases.

I returned a lost phone. I slide closer to the door, seeking to put more distance between us. I don’t need a reward.

But you want a reward. Nicolas’ eyes gleam. A new purse, perhaps? He waves his long slender fingers at my purse. I can give you that. His gaze drops. Or would you like new shoes?

I frown down at my feet. What’s wrong with my shoes?

Perhaps you’d prefer to have use of my limo and driver, Nicolas continues, his voice cold and businesslike. I’m wealthy, Miss Carter. What do you want?

If he offered me a reward with genuine gratitude, I might allow him to buy me a new purse, but he isn’t happy about making this offer.

Okay, I’ll tell you what I want. I cross my arms in front of me, fed up with his bullshit. The next time someone does something nice for you, I want you to say thank you.

Nicolas blinks, his eyelashes obscenely thick and long. Is that all? His voice is edged with irony.

No, that isn’t all. My rage boils over, fed by guilt and disappointment and betrayal. I gave him my loyalty. He should deserve it. Damn it. Introduce yourself when you call that someone. Ask her when it is convenient to meet with you.

Nicolas’ eyes widen. He’s shocked I’m talking to him this way. Well, he should brace himself. I’m not done with him yet.

Don’t make her wait on a street corner as though she’s a two-bit hooker. Pick her up at her workplace. I glare at him, wondering how I ever found him attractive.

Nicolas smiles and the mystery is solved. The man is drop dead gorgeous. I was kind of a jerk, wasn’t I? he admits sheepishly.

No, you weren’t kind of a jerk. I won’t let him off that easily. You were a complete asshole.

Nicolas stares at me. I meet his gaze squarely, not hiding any of my irritation. His lips twitch. Is he laughing at me? I narrow my eyes even more and his shoulders shake. My fists clench, the temptation to jab him in the eyeballs compounding by the second.

Nicolas throws his head back and barks with laughter, breaking our silent standoff. He’s right. His eyes sparkle with mirth. You’re priceless.

I don’t know who he is and I don’t ask. I doubt I’ll like the answer.

Now that Nicolas is no longer in such a pissy mood, his good looks improve even more, the skin around his eyes crinkling, his lips curling upward. Let’s try this again. He leans forward and I breathe deeply, filling my nostrils with his expensive cologne. Hello. I’m Nicolas Rainer. He holds out his hand.

I glide my palm against his and his fingers wrap around mine. His grip is solid and sure, an embrace a woman can rely on. This, at least, is as I expected.

Thank you for retrieving my phone, he murmurs. I appreciate it.

I would have done that for anyone, Mr. Rainer. I eye him warily, not trusting his sudden amiability. Clearly, I mutter under my breath.

His eyes glow. He heard me. Call me Nicolas, please. He releases my hand. I’m…” He shifts in his seat, appearing uncomfortable. “I’m not accustomed to people doing nice things for me without wanting something in return.

This heartbreaking confession deflates all of my anger and bolsters my battered opinion of him. That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.

Red streaks across his cheeks. It doesn’t excuse my actions. Nicolas meets my gaze, holding it. I’m sorry. Sincerity reflects in his eyes. If I ever act like that again, tell me.

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Cynthia Sax’s stories have been featured in Star Magazine and on Real Time With Bill Maher. She lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at or emailing her directly at

She loves writing fated to mate romances because this is her personal experience with love. She fell in love with my dear wonderful hubby at first sight and 20 years later, they’re still very much in love. This is what she wishes for her characters and  for her readers.

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30 Days of Summer Tour & Giveaway~ Tender Deceit by H.Y. Hanna.




Title: Tender Deceit

Series: First Love Series – Book 1

Author: H.Y. Hanna

Word/Page count: 71,000 words


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First love. Second chance. All they have to do is stay alive…

Following her father’s mysterious death in Singapore, Leah leaves her life in London and returns to the island that was her childhood home. Toran James may have been the boy her fourteen-year-old heart yearned for, but the enigmatic man she meets upon her return is nothing like her memory, and the past holds more secrets than she realised. Was her father’s death really an accident? Someone is out to silence Leah – and that someone might be the man she is rapidly falling in love with…again.

Fast-paced, action-packed romantic suspense filled with intrigue and sizzling tension – a perfect summer read!

* This is the first part of Leah & Toran’s story, which continues in Book 2: Tender Treachery – coming soon!



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“Quiet!” a voice hissed, as a hand clamped over her mouth and Leah felt herself pressed against a hard, male body. Muscular arms folded around her like a band of iron.

She tried to scream again and struggled, kicking back with her heels. She heard a sound of annoyance and the hand fell from her mouth for a second. Before she could scream again, a voice she recognised spoke urgently in her ear.

“Leah! Leah! It’s me!”

He let go of her, then strong hands gripped her shoulders and gave her a sharp shake. Her head snapped back and her scream was cut off. Leah staggered backwards, staring at the man in front of her.


He glanced around, then moved swiftly, taking her right arm and leading her towards the building entrance. She stumbled along beside him, trying to keep up with his long strides, as they passed through the lobby of the building and headed towards the lifts.


“Get in,” he said tersely as the lift doors opened.

“No.” She balked. “Not until you explain what’s going on. And what the hell you thought you were doing just now, manhandling me like that.”

He glanced back the way they had come and gave her a gentle push. “I don’t have time to explain now.”

“Well, I don’t care. I want—”

“GET. IN.”

The look on his face scared her. This was not the boy she used to know, but a man who could be dangerous. Very dangerous. She stepped into the lift and stood well away from him as the doors swished shut after them, and the hum of machinery told her that they were ascending.

“Where are we going?” she demanded.

“To the fifteenth floor.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Leah, I’m sorry; this wasn’t how I planned the evening at all—”

“Oh, really? You mean you don’t always attack your dates and maul them as soon as you see them? I guess I should be honoured that I get that special privilege!” She was angry now—angry at how scared she had been, angry at his strange behaviour, maybe even angry at herself for feeling a thrill of excitement when she had been pressed up against his body. She remembered the way his chest felt, hard under her hands, and the rough thrust of his thigh against hers, and her face burned. Whatever it was she had expected to feel when she saw Toran James again, it wasn’t this raw attraction.

“Don’t be melodramatic,” he said.

“Melodramatic? Me?” Her voice rose in indignation. “You’re the one with the kidnapping act!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… Someone might have heard you scream and—” He broke off.

“And what?” She raised her eyebrows.

The lift pinged and the doors slid open.

“Come on,” he said, putting a hand to her elbow.

“No!” Leah pulled her arm away. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain. I’ve barely been in Singapore twenty-four hours and already I feel like I’m in some bad B-movie. What the hell is going on, Toran? Why did you contact me again after all these years? Why did you ask me to meet you last night?”

He said impatiently, “Because I wanted to see you, of course.”

“Don’t lie,” Leah snapped. “There’s more to it than that. I know about the yacht explosion.” She saw with satisfaction that he had gone very still. “Why didn’t you mention that when you saw me last night?”

The doors had slid shut again. Suddenly, the lift seemed a lot smaller. Leah felt a flare of panic. What was she thinking, confronting him here in this tight, airless space? She flew towards the controls, but he stepped forwards, blocking her with his body. His hand shot out and gripped her wrist. Leah felt herself pulled up against him, pressed once more against the taut, muscular length of his body. She gasped, throwing her head back. The pad of his thumb brushed against the soft skin on the inside of her wrist and a shudder of awareness ran up her arm.

“I’ll explain, but not here. Not now. You have to trust me.” His green eyes burned into hers.



H.Y. Hanna was born in Taiwan and has been a globe-trotter most of her life, from growing up in the United Arab Emirates to attending school in New Jersey, from working in the glamorous world of London advertising to emigrating Down Under. Along the way, she somehow managed to pick up a wonderful husband, a huge, slobbery dog, two rescue cats, an assortment of cardboard boxes and a slightly dodgy “trans-atlantic” accent. After graduating from Oxford University, she tried her hand at a variety of jobs before returning to her first love: writing. She’s the author of the Amazon bestselling children’s mystery series, Big Honey Dog Mysteries, and is now diving into the world of romantic suspense with the launch of Tender Deceit, Book 1 in the First Love Series.

You can find out more about H.Y. Hanna and her books at: or find her on Facebook at “H.Y. Hanna” or the Big Honey Dog Mysteries Facebook Page.



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