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November 15, 2016
Dirty Excerpt of Carnal Hunger
The first fuck scene. Chapter four.
“You want to give it to me?” I asked, reaching out for the package in his hand.
“Darlin’, you have no fucking idea how bad I want to give it to you.”
I froze, my heart skipped a beat, and I think I stopped breathing. There was no disguising the look in Vince’s hungry eyes, or the sexual vibes he was giving off. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Dressed all in black and leather, he looked like a dangerous, needy man. A man capable of taking whatever he wanted.
I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to deny him, especially when the tell tale tingle in my nipples told me that they were hard and achy. Then there was the wetness I felt between my legs and the pleasant pulsing inside my pussy that begged, please, please, we need a real cock. Gradually I became aware that I was still frozen there with my hand out to him.
“Well, give it to me then.” I had no idea what I was saying. He took a step up, his eyes never leaving mine, ignoring my extended hand.
“It’s not going to be sweet and gentle.”
Nice to know, I thought, uncaring. Another step up put him at eye level with me, and so close that I could feel his warm breath.
“So if you want sweet and gentle you best turn your shapely little ass around now and disappear inside.”
I couldn’t move to save my life, I was so turned on right then. There were only three steps, the next one was the last one that Vince would take and I would need to move or he was going to be right on top of me. I didn’t move. I didn’t trust my legs not to buckle, they were trembling so badly.
“It’s been eighteen months since I’ve had my dick inside a woman, so you can believe it’s going to be hard, fast, and raw.”
“It’s been eight years for me,” I countered in a breathless voice.
“Fuck, darlin’, this may do us both in,” he growled.
It sounded like it was going to hurt, but I was beyond caring, and I was happy to realize that he hadn’t fucked Lana the other day. If he was to be believed, and I believed him. I caught my breath when he took that final step, bringing our bodies flush against one another. I was vaguely aware when he set the package down on the rail, and then he was snaking an arm around my waist and crushing me even closer, if that were possible.
My neck snapped back and I gasped. He was close enough for me to see the fierce need on his expression. His jaw was tight, nostrils flared, and his eyes smoldered like embers in a bonfire. I laughed nervously. “You are hungry aren’t you.”
“I’ve been hungry for you since the damned plane,” he growled, slamming his mouth down on mine.
His roughness should have scared me, but it didn’t. Instead it turned me on even more, and fueled my own arousal to dizzying heights. I couldn’t remember the last time a man’s kiss had curled my toes, but they were curling now against the wood planks beneath my feet. Suddenly Vince’s hands moved beneath my shirt and he was cupping my butt, grinding his hard cock into my belly. I wanted it grinding against my pussy. As if reading my mind, he picked me up and then it was doing just that.
I wrapped my legs around him, opening my mouth beneath his with a moan. The feelings surging throughout my body threatened to make me come undone. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, and the heat in my blood became unbearable. I needed relief. I buried my hands in Vince’s thick hair, relishing in his groan when I gave a sharp tug. The taste of heat and whiskey on his mouth tantalized my taste buds. The smell of leather, smoke, and motor oil teased my senses.
My hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, grinding against the huge erection in his pants. And it was huge, I could tell his girth was wide, his length longer than most. The thought of his cock inside my pussy soaked my underwear. He stopped kissing me to run his mouth along the side of my neck. I clenched my nails into his hard shoulders. Without warning, Vince turned and headed down the steps.
I wanted to ask him where we were going but busied myself by tasting him instead. I kissed, licked, and nibbled along his muscular neck, tugging on his ear, biting his taut jaw. I couldn’t get enough of him. It didn’t take a genius to know that Vince was taking us to his bike. When we got there he lowered me to my feet and kissed me again, and like before the contact produced wildfire between us and we were devouring one another.
Vince braced me against his motorcycle as his hands lifted my sleep shirt and zeroed in on my breasts. I cried out softly, arching into his rough palms, biting my bottom lip when he leaned forward to take a breast into his mouth. Once again I buried my fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as he tortured my nipples until I was twisting and moaning uncontrollably. God, I loved what he was doing to me, what he was making me feel! The more he sucked and tugged on my nipples, the wetter I grew between my legs. My clit was a throbbing bundle of nerves.
As if sensing it, Vince dropped to his knees. “I need to taste this pussy.”
My eyes grew big. “Vince−”
“Relax, darlin’, we’re well beyond the light.”
I realized that he was right when I glanced back at the house and noticed that the kitchen light didn’t reach where we were. Relaxing a little, I gave him full rein to do whatever he wanted, and right then he was burying his face against my pussy and breathing it in. The sight fucking turned me on. The feel of his hot breath against my clit could have made me come. In the next instant his fingers curled into the waistband of my cotton briefs and he tugged them down my legs.
“I don’t want to see you in cotton panties again,” he growled, tossing them aside after I stepped out of them. He was going to be disappointed, because cotton was all I owned. It didn’t matter in the next second, because he was parting the folds of my pussy and attacking my clit.
“Oh, Jesus!” I cried out, arching into his face. I was so close to climaxing, and the way Vince was working his tongue in and out of my body, it wouldn’t take long for me to lose control. “Vince!”
“Sweet tasting pussy, baby,” he mumbled from his knees. His hands went to my thighs. “Spread those pretty legs more for me.” Without hesitation I did what he wanted, gasping sharply when he replaced his tongue with his fingers. Fuller, rougher penetration, and a thumb on my clit, set me off like a fire cracker.
“Vince!” I screamed, lower body braced against his bike and hoping like hell that it didn’t tip over because my hips were convulsing like a rodeo rider on a bull. I threw my head back as I rode out one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. Eight years worth, without a man anyway, stored up for this one moment of total, mind-blowing bliss. “Oh, God!”
“That’s it, darlin’, soak my fingers with your cream.”
When I could move again I glanced down at Vince. His fingers were still buried inside me, and I watched him remove them in a slow glide that caused me to twitch because he raked them over my still sensitive clit. He stood finally, and, locking eyes on me, brought one of his fingers to his mouth and licked it clean. I could only watch, spellbound, as I’d never seen anything so hot, and then he put the other finger, the one he hadn’t cleaned, to my lips.
“Taste yourself.”
I didn’t occur to me to resist. Vince was too compelling, too dominant. I opened my mouth and he slipped his finger inside, and I sucked it clean under his careful scrutiny. When I was done he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into him for a rough, passion-filled kiss. It wasn’t long before we were right back where we had started, trying to consume one another in a clash of tongues, teeth, and roaming hands. This time, when Vince thrust his throbbing cock against me, I reached for the front of his pants.
I barely had the buckle undone when I found myself being spun around and pushed down and over Vince’s bike with my ass in the air. “What are you doing?” I started to get up, but he put a hand on my back to keep me there. “Vince, the bike−”
“Don’t worry about the bike, baby.” I could tell that he was undoing his zipper with his free hand because I felt his movements against my bare bottom. “Worry about the feel of my dick inside your sweet cunt.” I caught my breath when I felt his bare, hot, cock rubbing over my bottom and then between my thighs.
I was going insane with his teasing. I wanted to reach back there, grab his cock, and jam it inside me. Wiggling to get my message across didn’t seem to be working. “Vince, fuck me already!”
He laughed roughly. “You asked for it, darlin’.” He parted my folds and penetrated my body with one deep plunge.
I sucked in a breath at the stretch and burn, the tightness filling me. Vince’s deep, long-winded groan sounded like an animal in pain, and I knew that he was feeling the same thing that I was. I clenched my internal muscles around him, feeling his shudder vibrate through my body.
“Fucking hell, darlin’, you’re tight.”
I clenched again, smiling.
“Stop that,” he growled.
“Don’t you want to come?” I teased, clenching again.
He groaned. “If you don’t stop squeezing my dick you’re going to be sorry.”
His threat didn’t worry me. “What will you do?”
“You don’t want to fucking know.”
He pulled out to the very tip of his head and I immediately felt the emptiness. Then he slammed back inside me, not holding anything back. If I thought he’d filled me before, the feel of his head jabbing my cervix opened my eyes, as well as my mouth, in pleasant shock.
“Oh, shit!” I hissed.
“Like that, baby?”
The man was going to kill me! I retaliated by squeezing his cock as hard as I could. With a snarl he leaned over my back and put his mouth against my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”
I quivered, moaning at the promise of his words.
“I’m gonna put so much cum inside this tight little cunt that you’ll leak for days.” He ended his erotic threats with a serious bite on my ear.
I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Nothing gets in the way of what I want.” He soothed the bite by sucking my ear into his hot mouth. “And, darlin’, I want you.”
Why did I get the feeling that Vince meant more than for just this moment? He didn’t move for a minute, but I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, strong and steady. I whimpered, feeling everything at once--his big body against my back pinning me down, the softness of the bike’s leather seat beneath me, the cool morning air brushing over my exposed flesh.
When Vince started to thrust again I knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d climaxed. Every time he slammed inside me I pushed back so that we both got the full pleasure of the joining of our bodies. Wet flesh smacked against flesh, his heavy balls pounded against the back of my thighs with a force that had to hurt. If it did, he didn’t let it slow him down, or stop him.
He grunted, I moaned, the sounds of our heavy breathing joined in with the sounds of nature waking up. I couldn’t help but be aware of the rising sun, praying that it held off just a little more, until Vince had fucked me into oblivion and nothing else mattered, and he was doing just that. I felt a draft when he lifted the top half of his body away from me. His hands gripped my hips with painful intensity, and I knew it would leave bruises. It added to my pleasure. I was going to climax again, could feel it reaching the point of no return.
“Vince!” I cried out, hoping my desperate plea told him what I didn’t have the breath to ask for.
Suddenly one of his hands moved around to the front of me and his fingers zeroed in on my clit. That was the push that I needed to send me over. Just as my orgasm broke free and surged throughout my entire body, Vince’s hand at my waist clenched to the point of pain, he grew taut, and exploded deep inside me. I could feel it, feel the force of his cum filling me. He shuddered violently against me every time his cock ejaculated.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whimpered weakly, relaxing against the bike’s seat and not caring if the damn thing fell over. I dreaded the thought of Vince pulling away. I didn’t want to lose the connection, the warmth of his body behind me, the fullness I even now still felt deep inside me. I couldn’t believe that my pussy was still buzzing with sensation.
“You okay, darlin’?”
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“You want to give it to me?” I asked, reaching out for the package in his hand.
“Darlin’, you have no fucking idea how bad I want to give it to you.”
I froze, my heart skipped a beat, and I think I stopped breathing. There was no disguising the look in Vince’s hungry eyes, or the sexual vibes he was giving off. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Dressed all in black and leather, he looked like a dangerous, needy man. A man capable of taking whatever he wanted.
I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to deny him, especially when the tell tale tingle in my nipples told me that they were hard and achy. Then there was the wetness I felt between my legs and the pleasant pulsing inside my pussy that begged, please, please, we need a real cock. Gradually I became aware that I was still frozen there with my hand out to him.
“Well, give it to me then.” I had no idea what I was saying. He took a step up, his eyes never leaving mine, ignoring my extended hand.
“It’s not going to be sweet and gentle.”
Nice to know, I thought, uncaring. Another step up put him at eye level with me, and so close that I could feel his warm breath.
“So if you want sweet and gentle you best turn your shapely little ass around now and disappear inside.”
I couldn’t move to save my life, I was so turned on right then. There were only three steps, the next one was the last one that Vince would take and I would need to move or he was going to be right on top of me. I didn’t move. I didn’t trust my legs not to buckle, they were trembling so badly.
“It’s been eighteen months since I’ve had my dick inside a woman, so you can believe it’s going to be hard, fast, and raw.”
“It’s been eight years for me,” I countered in a breathless voice.
“Fuck, darlin’, this may do us both in,” he growled.
It sounded like it was going to hurt, but I was beyond caring, and I was happy to realize that he hadn’t fucked Lana the other day. If he was to be believed, and I believed him. I caught my breath when he took that final step, bringing our bodies flush against one another. I was vaguely aware when he set the package down on the rail, and then he was snaking an arm around my waist and crushing me even closer, if that were possible.
My neck snapped back and I gasped. He was close enough for me to see the fierce need on his expression. His jaw was tight, nostrils flared, and his eyes smoldered like embers in a bonfire. I laughed nervously. “You are hungry aren’t you.”
“I’ve been hungry for you since the damned plane,” he growled, slamming his mouth down on mine.
His roughness should have scared me, but it didn’t. Instead it turned me on even more, and fueled my own arousal to dizzying heights. I couldn’t remember the last time a man’s kiss had curled my toes, but they were curling now against the wood planks beneath my feet. Suddenly Vince’s hands moved beneath my shirt and he was cupping my butt, grinding his hard cock into my belly. I wanted it grinding against my pussy. As if reading my mind, he picked me up and then it was doing just that.
I wrapped my legs around him, opening my mouth beneath his with a moan. The feelings surging throughout my body threatened to make me come undone. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, and the heat in my blood became unbearable. I needed relief. I buried my hands in Vince’s thick hair, relishing in his groan when I gave a sharp tug. The taste of heat and whiskey on his mouth tantalized my taste buds. The smell of leather, smoke, and motor oil teased my senses.
My hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, grinding against the huge erection in his pants. And it was huge, I could tell his girth was wide, his length longer than most. The thought of his cock inside my pussy soaked my underwear. He stopped kissing me to run his mouth along the side of my neck. I clenched my nails into his hard shoulders. Without warning, Vince turned and headed down the steps.
I wanted to ask him where we were going but busied myself by tasting him instead. I kissed, licked, and nibbled along his muscular neck, tugging on his ear, biting his taut jaw. I couldn’t get enough of him. It didn’t take a genius to know that Vince was taking us to his bike. When we got there he lowered me to my feet and kissed me again, and like before the contact produced wildfire between us and we were devouring one another.
Vince braced me against his motorcycle as his hands lifted my sleep shirt and zeroed in on my breasts. I cried out softly, arching into his rough palms, biting my bottom lip when he leaned forward to take a breast into his mouth. Once again I buried my fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as he tortured my nipples until I was twisting and moaning uncontrollably. God, I loved what he was doing to me, what he was making me feel! The more he sucked and tugged on my nipples, the wetter I grew between my legs. My clit was a throbbing bundle of nerves.
As if sensing it, Vince dropped to his knees. “I need to taste this pussy.”
My eyes grew big. “Vince−”
“Relax, darlin’, we’re well beyond the light.”
I realized that he was right when I glanced back at the house and noticed that the kitchen light didn’t reach where we were. Relaxing a little, I gave him full rein to do whatever he wanted, and right then he was burying his face against my pussy and breathing it in. The sight fucking turned me on. The feel of his hot breath against my clit could have made me come. In the next instant his fingers curled into the waistband of my cotton briefs and he tugged them down my legs.
“I don’t want to see you in cotton panties again,” he growled, tossing them aside after I stepped out of them. He was going to be disappointed, because cotton was all I owned. It didn’t matter in the next second, because he was parting the folds of my pussy and attacking my clit.
“Oh, Jesus!” I cried out, arching into his face. I was so close to climaxing, and the way Vince was working his tongue in and out of my body, it wouldn’t take long for me to lose control. “Vince!”
“Sweet tasting pussy, baby,” he mumbled from his knees. His hands went to my thighs. “Spread those pretty legs more for me.” Without hesitation I did what he wanted, gasping sharply when he replaced his tongue with his fingers. Fuller, rougher penetration, and a thumb on my clit, set me off like a fire cracker.
“Vince!” I screamed, lower body braced against his bike and hoping like hell that it didn’t tip over because my hips were convulsing like a rodeo rider on a bull. I threw my head back as I rode out one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. Eight years worth, without a man anyway, stored up for this one moment of total, mind-blowing bliss. “Oh, God!”
“That’s it, darlin’, soak my fingers with your cream.”
When I could move again I glanced down at Vince. His fingers were still buried inside me, and I watched him remove them in a slow glide that caused me to twitch because he raked them over my still sensitive clit. He stood finally, and, locking eyes on me, brought one of his fingers to his mouth and licked it clean. I could only watch, spellbound, as I’d never seen anything so hot, and then he put the other finger, the one he hadn’t cleaned, to my lips.
“Taste yourself.”
I didn’t occur to me to resist. Vince was too compelling, too dominant. I opened my mouth and he slipped his finger inside, and I sucked it clean under his careful scrutiny. When I was done he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into him for a rough, passion-filled kiss. It wasn’t long before we were right back where we had started, trying to consume one another in a clash of tongues, teeth, and roaming hands. This time, when Vince thrust his throbbing cock against me, I reached for the front of his pants.
I barely had the buckle undone when I found myself being spun around and pushed down and over Vince’s bike with my ass in the air. “What are you doing?” I started to get up, but he put a hand on my back to keep me there. “Vince, the bike−”
“Don’t worry about the bike, baby.” I could tell that he was undoing his zipper with his free hand because I felt his movements against my bare bottom. “Worry about the feel of my dick inside your sweet cunt.” I caught my breath when I felt his bare, hot, cock rubbing over my bottom and then between my thighs.
I was going insane with his teasing. I wanted to reach back there, grab his cock, and jam it inside me. Wiggling to get my message across didn’t seem to be working. “Vince, fuck me already!”
He laughed roughly. “You asked for it, darlin’.” He parted my folds and penetrated my body with one deep plunge.
I sucked in a breath at the stretch and burn, the tightness filling me. Vince’s deep, long-winded groan sounded like an animal in pain, and I knew that he was feeling the same thing that I was. I clenched my internal muscles around him, feeling his shudder vibrate through my body.
“Fucking hell, darlin’, you’re tight.”
I clenched again, smiling.
“Stop that,” he growled.
“Don’t you want to come?” I teased, clenching again.
He groaned. “If you don’t stop squeezing my dick you’re going to be sorry.”
His threat didn’t worry me. “What will you do?”
“You don’t want to fucking know.”
He pulled out to the very tip of his head and I immediately felt the emptiness. Then he slammed back inside me, not holding anything back. If I thought he’d filled me before, the feel of his head jabbing my cervix opened my eyes, as well as my mouth, in pleasant shock.
“Oh, shit!” I hissed.
“Like that, baby?”
The man was going to kill me! I retaliated by squeezing his cock as hard as I could. With a snarl he leaned over my back and put his mouth against my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”
I quivered, moaning at the promise of his words.
“I’m gonna put so much cum inside this tight little cunt that you’ll leak for days.” He ended his erotic threats with a serious bite on my ear.
I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Nothing gets in the way of what I want.” He soothed the bite by sucking my ear into his hot mouth. “And, darlin’, I want you.”
Why did I get the feeling that Vince meant more than for just this moment? He didn’t move for a minute, but I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, strong and steady. I whimpered, feeling everything at once--his big body against my back pinning me down, the softness of the bike’s leather seat beneath me, the cool morning air brushing over my exposed flesh.
When Vince started to thrust again I knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d climaxed. Every time he slammed inside me I pushed back so that we both got the full pleasure of the joining of our bodies. Wet flesh smacked against flesh, his heavy balls pounded against the back of my thighs with a force that had to hurt. If it did, he didn’t let it slow him down, or stop him.
He grunted, I moaned, the sounds of our heavy breathing joined in with the sounds of nature waking up. I couldn’t help but be aware of the rising sun, praying that it held off just a little more, until Vince had fucked me into oblivion and nothing else mattered, and he was doing just that. I felt a draft when he lifted the top half of his body away from me. His hands gripped my hips with painful intensity, and I knew it would leave bruises. It added to my pleasure. I was going to climax again, could feel it reaching the point of no return.
“Vince!” I cried out, hoping my desperate plea told him what I didn’t have the breath to ask for.
Suddenly one of his hands moved around to the front of me and his fingers zeroed in on my clit. That was the push that I needed to send me over. Just as my orgasm broke free and surged throughout my entire body, Vince’s hand at my waist clenched to the point of pain, he grew taut, and exploded deep inside me. I could feel it, feel the force of his cum filling me. He shuddered violently against me every time his cock ejaculated.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whimpered weakly, relaxing against the bike’s seat and not caring if the damn thing fell over. I dreaded the thought of Vince pulling away. I didn’t want to lose the connection, the warmth of his body behind me, the fullness I even now still felt deep inside me. I couldn’t believe that my pussy was still buzzing with sensation.
“You okay, darlin’?”
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November 14, 2016
Mail Order Angel by Mandy Colton
GENRE: Contemporary Romance~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLURB:
Fun characters, humor, drama, and heartwarming moments…Heartbreaking loss strikes two people living happy and carefree lives in polar opposite places of the North American map. Young and adventurous, Lance Colburn left home years ago and worked his way north to Alaska, eventually settling in Nome. After building a successful business, he’s still a very content bachelor, living in a brand new home he constructed himself. Life couldn’t get much better…until the worst news a single guy could get finds him after a family member is stricken with a fatal illness. He learns that his simple—and slightly selfish—existence is about to get flipped upside down and crowded. Worst of all, he’s going to need a specific kind of help that can’t be found in Nome.Having lived a happy and sheltered life with her parents in Boston, Massachusetts, Angel McBride is about to become an adult and spread her wings. While taking a summer vacation in Europe with her friends before starting college, tragedy strikes at home. After returning, she is shocked to find that her life has already drastically changed and is about to get worse. She needs an escape plan—and quickly.With little time and no other choices at hand, both Lance and Angel come up with the same ridiculous idea at the same time: Marriage to a stranger.
But neither are prepared or quite mature enough to handle the big leap. Can they overcome her deception and his wily ways to find true happiness?~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt
The next morning, Lance knocked on Anna’s bedroom door and walked in. Out of the closet, he pulled the pretty off-white dress and heels that he’d picked for her and told her to get ready. When she’d dressed and walked into the living room and saw him wearing a suit, she knew immediately where they were going. Today was her fake wedding day. His eyes slowly moved over her, becoming a shade darker, his lids heavier. No words were needed to describe what she saw there on his handsome face. She’d dated enough boys and read enough smarmy romance novels to know that what she was seeing in his eyes was desire. Well, she could ditto that look. Sweet baby Jesus, did he make a suit look good.He smiled and stuck his hand out for her to take. Guess they really were doing this. Okay. It wouldn’t be real. It would not be real. Angel placed her hand in his big warm one and it felt sooo good, it set her whole arm to tingling. Then out the door they went. To get fake married, Angel. Don’t slobber and stop mooning over the guy.There was only the two of them and two witnesses present at the ceremony. It was a couple who were obviously friends of Lance’s. He’d muttered their names to her, and the Justice of the Peace went right to it. He spoke some words, told her and Lance what to repeat, she sputtered over her lines on purpose, and it was quickly over. Lance slipped a plain, cold gold band on her finger and pecked her on the cheek. He shook hands with the Justice guy and his friend. Some legal papers were signed by all parties, and that was that. Married. Not too awkward or terribly painful.
As soon as Angel had that last thought, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the woman with Lance’s friend moving closer toward her. The woman opened her mouth to speak, and Angel was about to shake her head, to let her know that she couldn’t speak the language, when the woman let go a string of words that shocked her when they hit her ears. Flat left her dumbstruck and, seconds later, feeling nauseous. It wasn’t what she’d said; it was the fact that Angel had no frigging idea what she’d said. She was pretty sure the words were in Russian.
Aww, come on! Of all the bum luck. She seemed to be loaded with it now.This just couldn’t be happening. A surge of bile started rushing straight up the pipeline, and she grabbed her stomach and pitched forward. The other woman grabbed her hand and pulled her along fast down a nearby hallway and pushed her through a door. Ah…a restroom. Goody. Sometimes you didn’t need words. Everybody understands the look of an urp coming. Angel barely had time to raise the toilet lid before she was throwing up. Not much came up, because thankfully, they hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.Angel rinsed her mouth out with water and looked in the mirror. What was she going to do now? She just stood there, rattled and shaking, until there was a knock.When she cracked the door open, Lance was standing there looking concerned. “Anna? You okay?”No. Definitely not. She shook her head.He said, “Oh. We were all going to have lunch, but we can go home instead.”She nodded. “Yes. Home. Please,” she stuttered, begging with her eyes.Behind him, the man and woman stood, and the woman placed her hand on Lance’s arm, as if to get his attention. Angel felt another wave coming and shut the door in Lance’s face, locking it. She heaved again. Poor Lance was rapping on the door and calling to her, sounding really concerned, and then she heard the other man’s voice whispering.“You need to take her to the doctor, friend. Right now. These women arrive in all kinds of states. They can be sick, pregnant, have venereal diseases—even AIDS. Sorry to bust your bubble, but it’s been known to happen.”Angel heard what sounded like a growly hiss. “You could have fucking told me this before I married her, Raymond!”“Sorry pal. She sounds real sick in there, and I’m just sayin’…”“Yeah? Well, thanks for nothin’. Pal!”Oh. How. Embarrassing.The rapping on the door became more insistent. When she opened it this time, Lance reached around, snatched her hand, and pulled her out, practically dragging her down the hallway. He put her in his truck and buckled her in, jumped in, and spun out of the parking lot like a mad man on a mission. He pulled out his phone. “Doc, need to see you right away.”She heard a man’s voice say something on the other end, and Lance erupted. “Tell Earl to sleep it off somewhere else. This is an emergency, goddammit!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. A fan of romance, fun adventure, drama, humor, and on occasion, sci-fi stories. Her first book, Way to Go, and the continuing series came from her years, own adventures and experiences working in the travel industry. Although she’s a great fan of the human imagination, she is also of the opinion that there are just no better stories than those that involve a bit of true life.If you like my books, please review on Amazon or Goodreads. Subscribe for notifications on future new releases! www.mandycolton.comwww.cavalcadepress.comAmazon Author Page – https://www.amazon.com/Mandy-Colton/e/B00X1MMJ2Q/Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... - https://www.facebook.com/mandycoltonf... - https://twitter.com/mandycoltonfic Pinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/mandycolton... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mandy will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Follow the tour and leave your comments for a better chance of winning. a Rafflecopter giveaway November 13, 2016
The Ladies by Brenda Jernigan
NEW RELEASE THE LADIES
by
Brenda JerniganA compilation of three highly-rated, award-winning novels
in a single package.Fast paced...
Full of suspense and adventure...
Charming and spiced with passion.Purchase Link: Amazon.com
Genre: Historical, Regency, Scottish, Pirates Publication Date: November 14, 2016
Add to GoodreadsFrom the elegant ballrooms of 1800’s London, to the wilds of America, enjoy the spirited women as they tame their Rakes, and embark on marvelous adventures.The Duke's LadyAn American spy with a British birth, Adam Trent, the Duke of St. Ives, is consumed with gathering information to use against England’s navy. Despite the intrigues of war, the mystery of the lovely young woman washed ashore near his Cornwall estate is one he cannot resist. With the ragged remains of a treasure map concealed in her chemise and no memory of who she is and how she got there, the dark beauty is a puzzle.Love Only OnceBitter Betrayal - Jonathan Hird, Earl of Longdale, wants sweet revenge on Lady Elizabeth Trent for leaving him at the altar. After a couple of years at sea, Jonathan returns and forms a perfect plan for Sweet Revenge.The Wicked LadyWhen Trevor Claremont, the Duke of Chatsworth, is blind-sided by a pickpocket, he isn't prepared for the feisty redhead who he finds is one wicked lady. Seeing a solution to his pressing problem of finding a bride to please his dying grandmother, he offered her a deal: marriage to him...or prison, never imaging that this little cut-purse would also steal his heart.Praise and AccoladesPraise for The Duke's Lady"Ms. Jernigan plots an intricate tale of intrigue and patriotism, spiced with passion. Her characters are interesting, her plot moves rapidly, her love scenes are steamy."
- ROMANTIC TIMES MAGAZINEPraise for Love Only Once5 Stars. "Fast paced and so full of suspense I could not put it down! Don't begin reading this one until you have plenty of time... Highly recommended reading from an outstanding author!"
- HUNTRESS BOOK REVIEWSPraise for The Wicked Lady" Ms. Jernigan takes an old plot and makes it fresh and exciting. THE WICKED LADY is a dream maker and you will remember it long after you put it down."
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Join the Book TourFollow the book tour of The Ladies for sneak peaks, excerpts, fun facts and other never-before-published info about the book.Starts tomorrow, Nov. 15, 2016! Check below for the detailed tour schedule.About Brenda Jernigan
Brenda Jernigan is a bestselling author. Her books have been nominated for many awards - Book Seller’s Best Award, The Maggie Award, The Holt Medallion Award and the RONE Award. Publisher’s Weekly said, “Brenda Jernigan writes Romance, Adventure and Magic.”She grew up living the life of a tomboy – climbing trees, playing ball, and excluding starry-eyed romance from her daily repertoire. Brenda discovered the love of books while taking her son to Story Hour at the local library -- she was hooked. She set an ambitious goal and began work on her first novel. She continued to write six more novels in rapid succession for Kensington Publishing. She figured having the same birthday as Ernest Hemingway couldn’t hurt.She is a member of RWA, NINC, PAN, PASIC, and Outreach International Romance Writers.Her books have been printed in several languages and her last book “Southern Seduction” written under the name of Alexandria Scott was printed in Russian.Get updated on Brenda's news and upcoming book info.
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Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | AmazonTour ScheduleJoin us on The Ladies Book Tour and visit all the tour stops! Get more tidbits, excerpts and other info by visiting each scheduled blog below.November 15Reading Alley - Guest PostLife's Guilty Pleasures - Promo, ExcerptBooks,Dreams,Life - Promo, ExcerptInfinite House of Books - ExcerptNovember 16Book Unleashed - Promo, ExcerptSpunk & Hunks - InterviewDiana's Book Reviews - Excerpt, Fun FactsNovember 17Alexandra Forry Books - Promo, Fun FactsRomancing the Books and More - Promo, ExcerptPick a Genre Already - Promo, ExcerptNovember 18The Romance Reviews - InterviewWhat is That Book About - ExcerptNovember 19Romancing the Books - ExcerptJust Love Books - Promo, ExcerptNovember 21Random Thoughts from a Book Nerd - Guest PostDelish & Yummy Book Boyfriends - Promo, ExcerptIn partnership with
November 11, 2016
November 10, 2016
Enigma by Vanessa Liebe
It brings us great pleasure to be part of the book tour of ENIGMA
by
Vanessa LiebeEnigma is a thrilling, sexually charged and highly erotic read, bringing to life sexual fantasies that most can only dream about.Grab your copy today and bring out the fun and sensual side of you. Available at:
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About EnigmaSeries: The Enigma Trilogy, Book 1Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance, Marital Heat
Mark and Lucy Fuller have a great marriage, or so they think. But there is always room for improvement and there is one side to their marriage that they have never discussed or indulged in and that is their fantasies. When Lucy is referred to a new club where they can enact their fantasies, albeit only be intimate with one another, they become members and discover a whole new side to their marriage with some interesting and positive results.READER ALERT:Mark had no idea being kidnapped by his wife could be so arousing or that she could spank so well. Caution! When you read about Mark and Lucy’s sexual fantasies you may need that cold shower. Join them on a wet, wild and deliciously sensual ride and dare to wonder about your own.Enigma is now on sale. Grab your copy today.
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Vanessa Liebe is the author of fun, sexy erotic romance and erotica, both contemporary and historical. She mostly writes in the Fantasy and Paranormal categories as she likes a man with bite.Vanessa is married with three children and resides in Hampshire, South East England. When not house training her children, reading or writing, she likes to sit in the garden with a glass of rose wine.Visit the Official Vanessa Liebe blog site:https://vanessaliebe.com Connect with Vanessa Liebe on Social Media:
Facebook, Twitter, GoodreadsEnigma on TourGet more tidbits and info on Enigma from the sites below, and get more chances to win the giveaway contest!October 26Book Unleashed - Promo, ExcerptBooks, Dreams, Life - Promo, Review, ExcerptOctober 27Mello & June, It's a Book Thang! - Guest PostStormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin' - PromoOctober 28Up 'Till Dawn Book Blog - Review, ExcerptOctober 29The Romance Reviews - ReviewOctober 31Sarah Joy McKenna - ExcerptRomancing the Books - InterviewNovember 1Life's Guilty Pleasures - ReviewNovember 2JJ's Kinky Books - Promo, Review, ExcerptNovember 3Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty - Promo, Review, ExcerptJust Love Books - Promo, ExcerptNovember 4The Silver Dagger Scriptorium - Promo, Excerpt, Fun FactsNovember 5The Manilenos Life - ExcerptNovember 7Romancing the Books and More - ExcerptNovember 8Reading Alley - ExcerptNovember 9Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books! - Character ProfileNovember 10Crazy Beautiful Reads - Promo, ExcerptNovember 11Tory Richards - PromoAlexandra Forry Books - Excerpt, Fun FactsNovember 12Greg Saber - Promo, ExcerptNovember 14More Books Than Livros - Promo, ReviewNovember 15Romantic Fanatic - ReviewNovember 16The Booksnake Etc. - InterviewRandom Thoughts of a Book Nerd - PromoHart's Romance Pulse - Guest PostNovember 17Making It Happen - Promo, ExcerptNovember 18Sienna Matthews - ExcerptNovember 19Delish and Yummy Book Boyfriends - Guest PostNovember 21EskieMama Reads - Promo, Excerpt, Fun FactsNovember 22The Romance Reviews - ExcerptIn partnership with
November 9, 2016
The Stalker by Marina Martindale
We are super excited to be part of the book tour for THE STALKERA new romance novel by Marina Martindale that promises to keep you reading from cover to cover!The Stalker is now available at:
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Genre: Contemporary Romance Publication Date: August 31, 2016
Rachel Bennett attended her ten-year high school reunion on a whim, but fate intervened once she saw Shane MacLeod. No longer the shy, gawky teenager she remembered, Shane has matured into a handsome and successful man, but her perfect evening ends when another man from her past suddenly reappears.Craig Walker had been her mentor until he became jealous of her talent and success. Now he intends to either have her, or destroy her at all costs.As Rachel’s family pressures her to take Craig to court, she can no longer ignore her nagging feeling that a tragedy is about to strike.Grab your copy of The Stalker! Available at:Amazon Kindle | Print BookGiveawayJoin the giveaway contest from November 3 - 30, 2016.
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Amazon Kindle | Print BookAbout Marina Martindale
Just like Gillian Matthews, the heroine in her debut romance novel, The Reunion, Marina Martindale began her career as a graphic designer and artist, and several of her paintings have been featured in juried art shows. Over time, however, she discovered writing was her true life’s passion.“I love creating conflicted characters,” says Martindale. “I think they’re more like the people we meet in real life. I also like the complexity of romance. It’s an opportunity to delve deep into the human condition and try to understand what it is that motivates us to make the choices in life that we make.”Martindale draws her inspiration from her own real life experiences, as well as those of the people around her. The stories, however, are fiction.“The path to true love is never an easy one,” adds Martindale. “Some are haunted by people from their past. Others have been deceived or betrayed by the people they trusted the most. We all make bad choices, even though we usually don’t realize it at the time. My stories are about the unintended consequences of those bad choices, how the characters resolve them, and how they grow and become better people as a result.”Marina Martindale resides in Tucson, Arizona. In her spare time she enjoys music, traveling, photography, and cooking.Visit the official Website of Marina Martindale: http://www.marinamartindale.com/Connect with Marina Martindale on social media:
Facebook | TwitterTour ScheduleGet more tidbits, excerpts and info on The Stalker from the blogs below. Also, follow and visit each blog on schedule to get more chances to win the giveaway contest!November 3Book Unleashed - PromoLucky 13 - Promo, ExcerptNovember 4Books, Dreams, Life - Promo, Review, ExcerptThe Pen and Muse Book Reviews - Promo, ExcerptNovember 51-chick and Her Kindle - Promo, Review, ExcerptStormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin' - Promo, ReviewNovember 7I Love Books - PromoNovember 8Liz's Reading Life - Promo, ExcerptNovember 9The Romance Reviews - ReviewCelticlady's Reviews - PromoNovember 10Tory Richards - Promo, Excerpt, Guest PostCrazy Beautiful Reads - Promo, ExcerptNovember 11Delish and Yummy Book Boyfriends - Character ProfileNovember 12Spunk & Hunks - InterviewNovember 14Cranky - The Book Curmudgeon - Promo, Review, ExcerptNovember 15Sienna Matthews - PromoNovember 16Dawn's Reading Nook - Promo, InterviewRandom Thoughts from a Book Nerd - Promo, ExcerptNovember 17Loves Great Reads - Guest PostHart's Romance Pulse - Guest PostNovember 18Country Girl Bookaholic - Promo, Excerpt, Guest PostNovember 19EskieMama Reads - Promo, ExcerptArchaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books! - Character ProfileNovember 21The Starred Review - Character InterviewRomancing the Books - PromoNovember 22Maari Loves Her Indies - PromoWhat Is That Book About - ExcerptNovember 23The Silver Dagger Scriptorium - Excerpt, Guest PostNovember 24The Phantom Paragrapher - ReviewJust Love Books - Promo, ExcerptNovember 25Reading Alley - ExcerptNovember 28Life's Guilty Pleasures - ExcerptNovember 29The Romance Reviews - ExcerptNovember 30Romancing the Books and More - ExcerptLilly's Book World - ReviewIn partnership with
November 8, 2016
NC Part III
Our five days included visiting the Tryon Palace, the place where Pepsi was born, did you know it was originally called Brad's Drink? We also toured the John Wright Stanley home and learned the history of his two sons, born 3 months apart, one white and one black.
Stanley Home
Pepsi
Tyron Palace
Ball gown on the Tyron Palace costuming tour
Other pieces of clothing on the tour
Stanley Home
Pepsi
Tyron Palace
Ball gown on the Tyron Palace costuming tour
Other pieces of clothing on the tour
November 7, 2016
NC Part II
I didn't think we were going to see any of the Blue Ridge Parkway while my friend Rita and I were in NC but we managed to drive down a stretch of it. Absolutely beautiful! There really are no words for the views we took in. We spent almost half a day stopping at the many outlooks, marveling at how breath-taking it all was. We even managed to spot a mother deer and her fawn!
November 6, 2016
Chef and the Farmer Restaurant in Kinston, NC
I just returned from spending a week in North Carolina with my friend Rita. We crammed a lot into six days. Her number one objective was to eat at the Chef and the Farmer Restaurant in Kinston. She loves Vivian Howard. So as you can see we had great seats right in front of the chef's kitchen. I had the steak and she had the pork. The food was fabulous! Especially liked the SWEET POTATO SKINS stuffed with collard greens appetizer, and the radish, mushroom & turnip bread pudding that came with the steak. We splurged by ordering drinks and dessert, because we'll probably never make it back there. Was a little pricey but a great experience!
November 4, 2016
Cover Reveal for Heart of a Savage
Romance – NA, Sports, UrbanRelease Date: December 20, 2016Bailey O'Malley has spent her whole life catering to others. Her introverted and nurturing personality wouldn't allow her to do anything else. She used to enjoy it. Taking care of people made her happy. Until her father died. Nothing mattered after that. In an attempt to protect her, her father gave Connor, her boyfriend, too much leeway and ended up trapping her. Connor was supposed to protect her, be her rock - some rocks need to be tossed as far away as possible. She only has one source of happiness now, her son, and if Connor doesn't get his way he'll take that joy from her as well.
Dominic Prince only has one mission in life: forget his past. Forget the pain, forget the drama, and forget the loss. He's guarded and secretive and that's the way he likes it and he was doing a damn good job of keeping it that way. Until her. Bailey showed up and his life became a minefield. He can't decide if he wants to kiss her or shake her, but he does know that he'll fight to keep her safe. He'll be as savage as he is in the octagon, outside of it.
Neither of them wants to allow cracks in their armor, but the past has a way of sneaking into the present. Their secrets will tear them to shreds. Hearts will be shattered, bonds will be broken, and what was done in the dark will come to light. Will they survive it?
About the Author
LaShanta Charles was born and raised in the small town of Orangeburg, SC. She has always been an avid reader of all genres, but Romance has always been her true love and is what inspired her to pursue a writing career. In high school, she began letting her classmates read the short stories that she would write and based off of their feedback, her passion for writing pushed her to become a published author. She published her debut novel, Lovely Lies, in 2013 and released the sequel, Lovely Lies 2, in February 2014. Her third novel, Splitting Karma, was released in October 2014. Currently, she is preparing to release her fourth novel, Heart of A Savage, with a prospective release date of December 20,2016. In recognition of her work, LaShanta was named National Black Book Festival's 2013 Best New Author and was nominated for 2013 Breakout Author of the Year through the African American Literary Awards Show. Lovely Lies was also awarded Most Underrated Book of 2013 for the Literary Scream Awards.Currently she lives in Yelm, WA, with her husband and three children. She is pursuing a degree in English at Drury University and also serving in the US Army. Her hobbies include spending time with family, sleeping, reading, eating, and of course, writing. Her motto is “strive to excel, not to equal.”
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