Guest Post & Giveaway: Tori St Claire

Tori St Claire is joining us today in honor of her sexy new release, Lie to Me. Check out the blurb and hold on to your hats for a steamy sneak peek!!

A man of action…
After helping to break up a Russian human trafficking ring as part of the CIA’s elite Black Opal team, Alexei Nikanova’s newest assignment is to rescue one of the stolen women and return her to her father. When he arrives in Dubai, he discovers his target is Sasha Zablosky—a woman he knows all too well, and who has haunted him ever since their unforgettable time together in Moscow, two and a half years earlier. But he finds Sasha reluctant to leave her sheikh, the only true friend she’s ever known. Only Alexei can’t give her a choice.
A woman of deception…
With their yearning roused by intrigue, Alexei and Sasha can no longer resist temptation, and spend night after night in forbidden pleasure. Soon Alexei finds himself falling for her, even as he battles a shadowy menace to protect her. But Sasha is no innocent. She has a past darker than she could ever admit, one that Alexei could never forgive. And it is about to explode into her life once more. As the lies they tell themselves—and each other—pull them deeper into a perilous desire, what began as simple passion becomes a love certain to destroy them and end the lives of countless innocents.

Here is an excerpt:

He swallowed down the sound, and his kiss took on more languor, aggressive demands ebbing into a gentle play until his mouth left hers altogether and he lifted his head. His lustful gaze scorched into her. The hard fall of his breath stirred the fine blonde hairs on her forehead. He pressed his cheek to hers, grazed her sensitive skin with the coarse stubble along his jaw.

The pleasant friction sent another bout of delightful shivers surging through Sasha’s body. She dropped one hand to his waist, plucked his shirt free, and slipped her fingers beneath to explore his warm flesh.
“Ah, Sasha,” he murmured against her temple. “Tell me you don’t hate me.”
Her hand stilled at the base of his spine. Hate him. How could she explain that feeling had never once struck? If she confessed to the truth, she’d look weak, sound like a fool. She should hate him. And yet . . . she didn’t. After everything, even after all he’d done to destroy her life, she could not hate Alexei. Turning her head, she met his gaze. “Alexei, I—”
He closed his eyes, but not before he could shutter away a flash of anguish in those green depths. “Lie to me, princess. I need to believe.”
It was a plea he hadn’t needed to utter. She lifted up into him and caught his lips with hers. “I don’t hate you,” she whispered against his mouth.
A low snarl rumbled in the back of his throat a second before his mouth crashed into hers and claimed her savagely. His hands speared into her hair, holding her head in place, imprisoning her to the fierceness of his desperate kiss. She met the stroke of his tongue eagerly, tugged on the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, exposing his abdomen, equally desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
When that moment of blissful contact came, Sasha let out a plaintive mewl. Blessed torture. Perfect.
Nowhere near enough. She hooked an ankle around his calf and levered her hips into his, stroking herself against his hardened cock.
Alexei tore his mouth away with effort. “Easy, princess,” he rasped. Bracing his hands on both sides of her shoulders, he lifted his upper body away from hers. The faintest hint of a smile touched the corners of his mouth. “Don’t ruin me for the race. I’m already halfway to the finish.” The faint smile disappeared as he lowered his head and grazed his teeth along the delicate shell of her ear. “I want to be inside you when I come,” he whispered. The tip of his tongue flicked against her earlobe. “I want you to come around me. I need that. Can you give it to me, princess?”
By Tori St Claire

Happy 4th of July, everyone!

Thank you so much for hosting me today. I’ve been looking forward to dropping in for several weeks now.

I hope you had a safe and happy holiday. The biggest hit here, as it is every year, are smoke bombs. Something about those pretty colors just makes my little demidemons uber-crazy. To the point that I now double-up on what I would plan to buy, so I don’t have to do what I did a few years ago – drive around and scout every tent for smoke bombs, only to discover the entire city was out. Ugh.

I’ve seen a lot of 4ths. To the point that sometimes I’m a little “blah” about the actual celebration thereof. I have some great memories, some wonderful things to reflect on as my children age, and some sweet moments of my own. But there’s one romantic 4th that sticks in my mind the most when I think about this holiday. And surprisingly, it’s the one that had the littlest long-term effect on life.

So I was around… 10, give or take. Each year the city I grew up in held a local festival complete with fireworks. We went every year, hung out for the day, and around dusk Dad would trek to the car for the lawn chairs and blanket, Mom would fish the bug spray out of her purse and douse me (liberally) with it. Then we’d find a spot on the grass, close to someone they knew, and they would chat while I wandered around, close but just far enough away to make me comfortable.

This particular summer, I ran into one of the boys I went to school with, a good friend who I had a huge crush on. And, despite lacking any proof to lend credence to my beliefs, was quite convinced he had a crush on me and just hadn’t said anything. (A delusion I entertained myself with until junior high.) Anywho, I ran into this particular boy that evening. He ended up sitting on my blanket, watching the fireworks with me and my folks, so close that our hands were almost touching. And I was thrilled beyond all rational explanation. To

You see… he chose to sit with me! (Never mind there probably weren’t other folks around). And he was the cutest boy in school! And he liked me but just hadn’t said anything. And he liked me so much more than his brother did too! (Again, by my own creation, but I didn’t hesitate to inform his brother of such in line to the fountain once.)

Anyway… it was an innocent evening, a page straight out of childish fantasy, but something that I’ve never forgotten. He probably had no clue what that night meant to me. But what if that night had held meaning he didn’t (or couldn’t) share?

Alexei and Sasha, in my just-released-yesterday book, Lie To Me, experience a similar situation—although theirs is by no means so benign. Two years ago, they fell into each other, only to have life and demands larger than themselves, force them apart. Neither could speak the truth in their hearts. Even if they could, nothing would have changed the course of events.

When they run into each other all over again, when Alexei is once more forced to up-end Sasha’s life, their emotions are bared open, and all the confessions of their hearts bubble to the surface. But deeper, darker, more damning, secrets plague them. And sometimes, lies are far easier to stomach than the truth. Especially when confronting the truth means finding true acceptance.

I hope you’ll check it out! Meanwhile, I’d love to hear your favorite 4th of July memory!

Tori will be giving away a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card to one random commenter during the month of July.  Two additional commenters will receive a basket of swag.  Follow the tour – the more times you comment the better your chances of winning!  Complete tour dates can be found here.


  1. My father is no longer with us…so all the 4th’s he put fireworks off for me and my sisters!!!!…..Thank you…your book sounds amazing!!!!!

  2. My favorite 4th of July had to be when I was about 11 and we (my whole family) went up a local canyon and spent the whole day. We played in the river, we played badminton and lawn darts, we went on a hike, ate a ton of great food my grandmother made, talked and read and enjoyed being a family and then at nightfall we had a fire and roasted marshmallows.

  3. My favorite fourth of July memory was when my grandad was still alive. He passed in August of last year. we just put some fireworks in a vase (we didn’t have anything else)and I had a sparkler in my hand to light them. Well I went crazy with it and fireworks went everywhere. Then all of a sudden we look over and the yard next to use is on fire. It wasn’t big(doesn’t sound to fun but we got it out in style) with a garbage can lid LOL After that he gave me the nickname Sparky. 🙂 My gma still calls me that from time to time.

    P.S your book sounds amazing!!!!!
    Thanks for the giveaway!!!

  4. Would be the first 4th of July we tried our girls with sparklers. They didn’t quite know what to think 😉

  5. Thanks for stopping by, Tori!!! & may your Fourth be much less innocent but just as explosive today 😉

  6. My favorite 4th of July I must have been about 5 and my parents gave my sister ans myself sparklers for the first time. I remember running around with them fascinated by the light. I didn’t know how they did that. Still makes me smile.
    This book sounds fantastic. Can’t wait to read it.


  7. Oh my gosh – sparklers. LOL. I think everyone was impressed by them. I remember trying to write my name with them. I was just thinking tonight as I lit the demidemons and burned my thumb on the lighter, that it sure would have been nice to have the blowtorch my father used to bring out on the 4th.

    I hope everyone had a safe and happy!

  8. All my favorite 4th of July memories center around my family. I can remember going to my grandparents when I was young for cookouts and fireworks. This tradition has continued into the next generation. We now generally gather at my parents, with BBQs and swimming and goofing off during the day. After dark, fireworks (the last few years with me making lots of popcorn for my 3 young nephews). This year it did not work out to do this. Between work and vacations schedules, the intense heat and heat advisories, and the ban on personal fireworks due to the dry conditions, it just did not happen. Hopefully next year will be better 🙂
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  9. Oh, that’s easy! Its the 4th of July my dad had his first allergic reaction to bees. He bit into his hot dog and a yellowjacket that had crawled into the bun. He had breathing issues and swelled up bad. We made it from the lake to the ER in record time. He was so embarrassed about the swelling that we ducked into the movie theater.

    Your story sounds great.

  10. Thanks for a fun post!!! Congrats on the newest release!

    I’ve always enjoyed the 4th and spending time w/ my friends and family 🙂

  11. Natasha says:

    I love getting to spend time with my family and watching the fireworks. Thanks for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

  12. My favorite 4th was the last I spent with my husband passed away later that year. We were visiting Colorado Springs and watched an incredible display of fireworks with his daughter’s family. Sadly that area was wiped out by fire this year.

  13. My family always goes to New Mexico for the 4th. We have been going since I was 7 and now we are passing it along to my son that is 4.



  14. It would be having a BBQ with family and friends and watching the fireworks.


  15. Thanks for a post! Congrats for the newest release!

    I dont celebrate the 4th july, but its summer season so its mean holiday for me and freedom. thanks ^^


  16. 4th of July is a time for our family to just hang out, grill and shoot fireworks!

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  18. Umm, I never experience 4th July celebration since I live outside USA. What I know usually are the fireworks, lol!

  19. Chelsea B. says:

    My favorite 4th memory is from a few years back. Before the fireworks got started my friend and I were walking down an old dirt road. We were laughing and talking and not paying much attention, and the next thing I know my friend stops and whisperes, “Chelsea, stop.” and luckily, I do. I was *thisclose* to stepping on a hissing snake! We slowly backed away and ran for our lives. Why is it my favorite? Because for the rest of the day, we were completely paranoid, throwing shoes at sticks to make sure they wern’t alive and amusing everyone around us. We were a little goofy for a while, but with good reason 😉


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