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November 24, 2014
Hardened Desire by Layna Pimentel
BLURBWhat could Luc Mercier, a gargoyle who's more than a century old, possibly have in common with modern introvert, Gillian Harris? Loneliness and isolation.
When meddlesome friends bring the two together, neither is prepared for the flurry of emotions nor revelations that overwhelm them. That is, until Gillian stumbles across the truth and struggles with how she let her guard down.
Learning to love again has never been harder.
EXCERPT
Luc picked up a newspaper from the stand and tossed a two-dollar coin to the elderly man working the counter. He ascended the cavernous stairs of Bloor and Dufferin subway station, irritated by the lights flickering intensely. I should have just taken my car.
But if he did, Luc would have missed an opportunity to observe society other than from the café he frequented lately. A society he didn’t belong in, technically speaking, and had no business being a part of. Long gone were the muddy, off-beaten roads of provincial France. Long gone was the time when an over-flowing bodice was considered scandalous.
Now people thrived on exposing as much skin as possible. The modern day sentiment of what was attractive and acceptable embarrassed him to the core, from the mode of dress to the inappropriate use of language. Didn’t anyone know how to speak without using an expletive every other word? Where had humanity gone wrong? It was ghastly enough that children didn’t respect their elders, much less their parents.
Nevertheless, as much as this modern world perplexed him, nothing could deter him from at least enjoying his freedom, regardless of the limitations restricting his activities to the darkness of the night.
He did, however, miss the ambiance of candle light and the soft cries while seducing a woman, tormenting her with his wicked tongue. Exploring deviant, but heavenly, practices of binding and mixing pleasure with pain. Sweet promises falling from his lips while exploring every inch of her delicate and exquisite flesh.
These days, the few women he was able to enjoy weren’t interested in highly sensual liaisons. No. Today’s women thrived on being in control of seduction, whether they were proficient or not. There certainly wasn’t anything wrong with the scenario, but it wasn’t his taste. He preferred his women soft, like Genevieve…his sweet, sweet Genevieve.
No matter how many decades passed, the only woman he’d ever confided in, and planned to wed, crept into his mind many a time. Genevieve was an old soul, who found him and fell in love. Then, much like a Greek tragedy, their story ended woefully. The trust and courage it had taken to confess to Genevieve of the monstrosity he had become left him restless and, for once in his miserable existence, vulnerable. If not for her kindness, encouragement, and love, who knew what he would be doing and where.
This last week, though, he thought to explore the possibility of trying again. A particular woman, who frequented the café where he spent his early evenings drinking a brandy and reading The Daily Sun, had caught his particular interest. Her laughter aroused his curiosity in the few and far between moments when he contemplated actually living life. Her voice, whether chuckling or whispering to her friend, always made his body react in an animalistic way.
While they had never met, she seemed like someone he’d be interested in getting to know, at the very least, for a little while. Luc doubted very much he’d find another woman like the love of his life and often thought it would be better that way. How could he even begin to explain why he only ever spent time with her at night, and why he’d always be gone before the first sign of daybreak?
WHERE TO BUY
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BIOGRAPHY
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
Website: http://www.laynapimentel.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LaynaPimentel
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel
November 21, 2014
Cranberries & Spice Blog Hop
Warning: This hop is an erotic romance themed hop intended for adults 18+ only. All participating blogs are also giving away a prize.
My giveaway is a download of one of my books to one commenter, your choice!
Would you give yourself to a stranger? Let's say you're in a loveless relationship, maybe even an abusive one. The only way out is to run away. You end up in a small southern town barely on the map. With no plan on what you're going to do or where you want to go, you decide to spend the weekend in The Pink Pussy Hotel, located right off the interstate, and come up with a plan of action. Across the street is a biker bar, and an adult novelty store.
A hot biker and some of his crew are also staying at the hotel. The moment you meet you're attracted to him, and he lets you know with one, hot up and down look that he wants you, too. What do you do?
I just finished, Dangerous Surrender, a novella with that very scenario. Release date February 2015! Book cover coming soon.
Leave the answer to the question above in the comments section, along with your email addy. And good luck!
An InLinkz Link-up
My giveaway is a download of one of my books to one commenter, your choice!
Would you give yourself to a stranger? Let's say you're in a loveless relationship, maybe even an abusive one. The only way out is to run away. You end up in a small southern town barely on the map. With no plan on what you're going to do or where you want to go, you decide to spend the weekend in The Pink Pussy Hotel, located right off the interstate, and come up with a plan of action. Across the street is a biker bar, and an adult novelty store.
A hot biker and some of his crew are also staying at the hotel. The moment you meet you're attracted to him, and he lets you know with one, hot up and down look that he wants you, too. What do you do?I just finished, Dangerous Surrender, a novella with that very scenario. Release date February 2015! Book cover coming soon.
Leave the answer to the question above in the comments section, along with your email addy. And good luck!
An InLinkz Link-up
November 19, 2014
Red & Her Big Bad Dom
RED AND HER BIG BAD DOMby Sydney St. Claire
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BLURB:
When it comes to her love life, Lucy Sanchez has one rule—no geeks. Not even rich, good looking geeks. She’s attracted to Graham but rules are rules. Besides, she has her wolf, the mysterious Dom who makes her blood sing. Then she’s invited to a fairytale event at Pleasure Manor and this Little Red Riding Hood plans to enjoy every delicious moment with her big, bad Dom.
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Excerpt
“Red Riding Hood. Your wolf awaits.”Lucy stepped forward as did her wolf. He pointed to the ground. Lucy knelt, assuming a submissive posture. Her Dom circled her several times, then stopped in front of her.
He snapped his fingers. “Follow me. The woods await.”
His deep, husky voice with just a hint of an accent vibrated through her, warming her belly and heating her core. It amazed her that his voice alone made her throb. She stood, keeping her head bent, her gaze to the ground. When he whipped around to lead the way, she almost stumbled. Not only was his crotch cut out but so was the seat of his pants.
She stared at the G-string. The black set off his nicely tanned buttocks and was more temptation than she could resist. As soon as they exited through a side door into the garden, she cupped his cheeks, finding the flesh warm and firm. The man most definitely worked out.
He stopped suddenly, eyes narrowed to slits behind his mask. “Did I give you permission to touch?”
Head bowed meekly, Lucy licked her lips. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t resist. Guess you’ll have to punish me. Sir.”
“Ah, my lovely little sub wants to be punished?”
Lucy shivered. “Oh, yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series.
Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing success. Encouraged to read as a child, she always preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced. Sydney’s office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…
When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…
While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.
Contact Links Email: Sydney@sydneystclaire.comWebsite: http://sydneystclaire.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/SydneystclaireFac... https://www.facebook.com/sydneystclai... http://sydneystclaire.wordpress.comGo... https://www.goodreads.com/sydneystcla... http://www.pinterest.com/sydneystclai... Rose Press: http://wilderroses.com
http://www.amazon.com/Red-Her-Once-Upon-Book-ebook/dp/B00OC6L4EE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413499865&sr=1-1
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/sydney-st.-claire
The author will award a Once Upon a Dom Tote Bag: Tote Bag, Mug, Cap and Misc. goodies (US Only - Int'l winners will have a GC substitute) to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter, and a $15 Amazon GC to a randomly chosen host.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2014/10/book-blast-red-her-big-bad-dom-by.html
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November 18, 2014
Short Novella Teaser
I just finished a short novella friends. Writing The End is always a good feeling but right now I'm having a hard time coming up with a title. Below is an unedited teaser. Enjoy!
I knew a runner when I saw one, and that usually meant baggage and trouble. It could also mean the law. A room in the back, paying with cash, those were obvious signs. I'd bet her car was new to her, too. She might have the right package to take a man to heaven and back but no pussy was worth that kind of hassle. Whoever she was running from was bound to catch up to her sooner or later. My I don’t give a fuck attitude changed the second she turned. I took in the slight discoloration on her pretty face, and looked directly into eyes the color of blue ice.
The lady wasn't just running.
She was running from an abuser.
An abuser of woman and children was something my brothers and I never tolerated. It didn't matter if it was a stranger. If we saw it going down we stepped in. A man didn't put his hands on someone smaller, and weaker than him. Our MC had gained a reputation in town for looking out for the weak, dealing with shit fairly, taking care of our messes, and making donations to the causes that came up. The law didn't step in to our business that way.
My thoughts drifted back to the woman again. Not a good sign because I was the kind of man who didn't think about women unless I was about to fuck one. My motto was fuck them and forget them, kept life a hell of a lot simpler that way. The woman, the only other person renting a room in The Pink Pussy that night other than my crew, was trouble, and my gut was never wrong.
I leaned back against the booth I was in, reached for my whiskey and threw it down, trying to get the shape of her sweet, heart-shaped ass out of my head. My cock had jerked with the thought of having those fleshy mounds in my hands, and when I was close enough to catch her scent a major case of lust had slammed right the fuck through me. If I hadn't grabbed her arms to keep her from slamming into me when she swung around to leave she would have found out real quick that my cock was hard, so hard that it fucking hurt.
I grinned to myself, wondering what her reaction would have been if I had let her find out.
I knew a runner when I saw one, and that usually meant baggage and trouble. It could also mean the law. A room in the back, paying with cash, those were obvious signs. I'd bet her car was new to her, too. She might have the right package to take a man to heaven and back but no pussy was worth that kind of hassle. Whoever she was running from was bound to catch up to her sooner or later. My I don’t give a fuck attitude changed the second she turned. I took in the slight discoloration on her pretty face, and looked directly into eyes the color of blue ice.
The lady wasn't just running.
She was running from an abuser.
An abuser of woman and children was something my brothers and I never tolerated. It didn't matter if it was a stranger. If we saw it going down we stepped in. A man didn't put his hands on someone smaller, and weaker than him. Our MC had gained a reputation in town for looking out for the weak, dealing with shit fairly, taking care of our messes, and making donations to the causes that came up. The law didn't step in to our business that way.
My thoughts drifted back to the woman again. Not a good sign because I was the kind of man who didn't think about women unless I was about to fuck one. My motto was fuck them and forget them, kept life a hell of a lot simpler that way. The woman, the only other person renting a room in The Pink Pussy that night other than my crew, was trouble, and my gut was never wrong.
I leaned back against the booth I was in, reached for my whiskey and threw it down, trying to get the shape of her sweet, heart-shaped ass out of my head. My cock had jerked with the thought of having those fleshy mounds in my hands, and when I was close enough to catch her scent a major case of lust had slammed right the fuck through me. If I hadn't grabbed her arms to keep her from slamming into me when she swung around to leave she would have found out real quick that my cock was hard, so hard that it fucking hurt.
I grinned to myself, wondering what her reaction would have been if I had let her find out.
