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Malia Mallory's got a nibble for us of her new one, HER WISH, HIS COMMAND

   Thank you so much for having me as a guest today!   Her Wish, His Commandis the third book in the  Dominating BDSM Billionaires Series. His Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently free at most online retailers. His Desire, Her Surrender (Book 2) hit bestseller lists in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada and Australia. Look for His Passion, Her Temptation(Book 4) in July 2013.*****His Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently FREE at most retail outlets.Amazon | Amazon UK| Barnes & Noble | iTunes | All Romance | Kobo | Bookstrand*****Her Wish, His Command Blurb   Doctor Anna Foster may just get what she wants: sexy fellow researcher Jonah Granger. She's been in love with him for years, but Jonah has always been more interested in work at his family's business, Granger Pharma, than romance. Now that they've admitted their attraction, Anna may even be able to tell him what she really wants: to submit to him.    But Granger Pharma faces a hostile takeover. Sensitive data and samples are missing from Anna and Jonah's lab; it may be corporate espionage. Everyone is under suspicion and, and they're even beginning to question each other. Anna must discover the truth if she's going to save both her job and her relationship with the man she dreams of serving.
*****Her Wish, His Command Excerpt  Jonah sipped from his cup. "This coffee is better than usual. What did you do?"  "I washed out the pot and filter?" Anna laughed and threw her braid back over her shoulder. Wasn't playing with hair supposed to be a flirty thing to do? She glanced into Jonah's eyes and saw his pupils dilate ever so slightly.   Jonah placed his cup on the counter. "I usually just dump the old coffee."   Anna reached to top him off, making sure she grazed him again. She turned and put the coffee pot back in its place. Her hip bumped him.   "Anna?" he asked in a deep, questioning tone.   "Yes?" She paused. "Jonah?" She drew his name out on her tongue.   His eyes locked with hers. "What's this about?"   Anna broke eye contact as his scrutiny became too intense. "What's what about?"   "This." He gestured toward her. "Is this about yesterday?"   Anna wasn't sure where to go with her plan. "Yesterday?" She feared her manner gave the impression of stupid instead of coy.   "Yes, yesterday. We had a moment, for lack of a better term. Is this some game?"   Anna straightened. "Game? What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice lost its teasing edge.   "It means that either you are trying to needle me or maybe … maybe you want something?"   Anna frowned. "Those are the only two explanations?"   Jonah considered for an instant. "Anna, you're not interested in me, are you?"   Anna thumped her mug on the counter. "Of course not." Color rose in her face.   "Anna, about yesterday. I didn't mean to be unprofessional." His apologetic manner unnerved her.   "You were not unprofessional," Anna bit out. What a disaster. Was he going to say something kind?    Anna didn't think she could bear the embarrassment.   Jonah took her hand lightly in his. Her hand trembled, and Anna was sure he felt it. "Are you afraid?"     He looked into her eyes. "Or aroused?"   Anna swayed as his calloused thumb stroked her palm. The lab seemed to shrink, the walls gathering close around them.   He tugged on her hand, bringing to his lips. He nipped her fingertip.   Anna struggled to remain impassive as her blood surged. She sensed she hadn't fooled Jonah with her imperfect façade of calm.   A predatory masculine smile crossed his face. "I see." He sucked her fingertip into his mouth.*****Her Wish, His Command is available for preview and purchase at the following online retailers.Amazon | Amazon UK| Barnes & Noble | iTunes | All Romance | Kobo | Bookstrand*****Malia Mallory BiographyMalia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia's Cop Craving series and Santa's Backdoor Baby. Malia’s books have hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her books are available in electronic format at majorConnect with Malia Mallory:
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Ella Laurance Gives Us THE ART OF PLEASURE! An Excerpt you will adore!

Available Amazon, ARe, and Totalebound.com
Billionaire Trevor Dewey worships the ground his wife Marie walks on. After ten years of marriage, she’s still the centre of his existence. If she falls in love with a painting, he will buy it. And if she falls in lust with his personal assistant, Callum, he will fly them personally to his private island. Trevor, however, isn’t the kind of man to stand aside and let Marie and Callum have all the fun. He knows that anticipation makes for even more pleasure.
What about a nice and very much adult excerpt of The Art of Pleasure? He rested his fingers against his crotch, knowing all too well it would draw Marie’s attention to the outline of his hard-on. “You have any idea what the thought of watching you and my personal assistant fucking does to me?” “You care to give me a hands-on demonstration?” Before he could answer, she was on her knees in front of him, teasing the fly of his dress pants with her fingers. “You have one deliciously dirty mind, Trevor, and one big cock I’m going to suck until you fill my mouth with the best-tasting spunk any man has on offer, and believe me, I’ve tasted a lot of the stuff.” While talking she opened the button and zipper. “Unless you prefer my pussy over my mouth, of course.” “Am I supposed to choose? You cruel creature…” She traced her tongue over the full length of his erection, then looked up at him and said, “Nah, I’ll give you both, a nice blow job now and a quickie in the morning.” She curled her hand, warm and firm, around the shaft of his cock and it made Trevor shiver with anticipation. She had never been afraid to touch him, not even at the very beginning… “Your cock is different from any other cock I’ve held in my hand,” she said. “I would recognise it blindfolded.” He knew that she would say it, he trusted her to say those words, and he understood their meaning. You are special to me. With you, I share something I’ll never share with anybody else.Her lips around the rim of the crown, her tongue playing with the slit was enough for Trevor to set all thoughts aside and concentrate on the here and now. Then, without even a hint of warning, she went all the way down until she had taken the complete shaft in. Was it even humanly possible to do this? Trevor threaded his fingers through Marie’s silky hair and he bowed his head towards her to take in her bewitching scent. She had explained all the nuances of perfume to him, but he still had no words to describe the subtle, layered play of her fragrance. A master perfumer had composed this bouquet especially for Marie. It was truly unique. He wasn’t in the market to brag about his physical prowess, but Trevor was aware of the length and width of the average penis in erection, and he was anything but average. Yet Marie hummed in contentment while she played every trick in the book with her lips and tongue. If that wasn’t enough to send a man to heaven and straight back, then surely her playing with his testicles should do the trick. No, he didn’t blame himself for shooting his load in record time, as if he was nothing but a teenage boy, jerking off while fantasising about the one-year-older—and totally unreachable—girl next door. He silently stroked her honey-blonde hair while she gently licked the shaft of his cock clean. She didn’t have to overcome any aversion to swallow every single drop, because she genuinely loved the taste of his cum. If she was able to pretend or lie, he had never seen her do it once. Make no mistake, she was kind in her honesty when she didn’t care about something, but if she said she liked something or someone, then that was how it was. After a while, he caught his breath again and was able to string a sentence together. “I know you’re horny right now from sucking me. I see it in your eyes, smell it on your skin. Why not bring yourself off while I’m watching?” Marie stood up, sashayed to the comfortable chair on the other side of the coffee table, took off her knickers and sat down. She put her feet on the edge of the chair and spread her thighs to reveal the most intimate part of her body. She didn’t tease in an attempt to seduce Trevor once more. His body was sated and he simply enjoyed the visual beauty of his wife pleasuring herself. “Talk to me…” he pleaded. The husky tone of her voice betrayed how horny she was. “If I hadn’t been wearing underwear, my juices would have trickled down my legs. I became so hot from blowing you. Oh, I know, you’re a true gentleman and so careful with me, but are you going to cradle my head in your hands while Callum fucks my throat?” With the fingers of her left hand she circled and rubbed the hard little nub of her clitoris. Her harsh breathing gave away how close she was to coming. “Will you feed me your cock as he takes me from behind? Will you take me while his spunk drips from my cunt? Will you look into my eyes while I come by another man’s cock and I’ll say ‘I love you’ and he and you and I know the words are only meant for you?” “I will.” Those two simple words were enough to push her over the edge. He watched her whole body tense up, how her sweet face looked up at him as if she wanted to share something that by its very nature had to remain a secret. She trusted him enough to show him her vulnerability, her pure openness to his gaze. Witnessing her fulfilment made him feel richer than the knowledge that his net worth had risen again that day.
Blurb Marie Dewey collects paintings and sexual experiences with different men, and her billionaire husband Trevor loves nothing more than to fulfil all her wishes…Billionaire Trevor Dewey has two great talents—making money and loving his wife, Marie. Marie, in her turn, has two great loves—her husband and art. She's also a sexual freethinker who enjoys one-night stands with other men in the company of her own husband.Trevor wants nothing more than to make his wife happy, so when she falls in lust with his personal assistant and best friend, Callum, and Callum returns her feelings, he decides to take both of them to his private island off the coast of Scotland for a weekend of sex. And both men will bring Marie to severalunbelievable heights of pleasure during one weekend.All three know this will be a one-time thing only before life returns to normal. The Art of Pleasure is available here: Amazon   http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-of-Pleasure-ebook/dp/B00D46F87W/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371116002&sr=1-1&keywords=Ella+Laurance AllRomance  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theartofpleasure-1216570-356.html Total E-Boundhttp://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2137  About Ella Laurance: The real life version of Ella Laurance was born and raised in Rotterdam and never really left. She studied (social) history and has done a small assortment of jobs and voluntary work. But writing has been the main theme through all of it.She’s been with her wife since 1981, and together they have raised two sons. There are also cats. And books. Lots of books.Ella Laurance also publishes as S. Dora and R.A. Padmos.

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My short is in here, HIS DELECTABLE COOK, a Regency about a cook who...isn't and an earl...who wasn't...and their foes who are DASTARDLY!But it is an M/M/F/M!  Yes! A Quatre!yumyumyum.Cover anyone? 

4.5 Stars for CONQUERING ZEUS, my Navy SEAL in LUV!

Getting some LUV for Zeus, my US Navy SEAL in love love love with a tv reporter whom he saved from terrorists!

This is in the best-selling SEALs on FIRE series I did with my best buddies.

Thanks to Nina's Reading and Reviewing for my
4.5 STARS!!!
And here is her review:
http://niinas-reading-and-reviewing.blogspot.fi/2013/04/review-conquering-zeus.html
'Conquering Zeus' is part of the 'SEALs on Fire' Anthology 

"Getting in the party mood for a weekend away with his SEAL teammates is no easy deal for "Zeus" Calderon. He's hung up on a woman he saved from terrorists months ago, but he should be able to forget a gutsy blonde reporter who showed resilience and humor under fire. Shouldn't he?

Kim Stansfield got the instant hots for the hunky Navy SEAL who led her out of harm's way—and she's got proof Zeus feels the same about her. He’s stubborn, but she's devised a plan to conquer him.

When she shows up in Key West and surprises him on the beach, Zeus learns that once in a lifetime a man meets a woman he can't forget—and every day without her is no easy day."  ~ From Goodreads


I love a good love story! And Zeus and Kim had one, what I also love is when a hero is naked a better part of the book. ;) Seriously, very comfortable with his body Zeus, spent the first 65% of the book butt ass naked, except for the occasional condom, and I loved it, especially how slightly uncomfortable it made Kim. I loved that Zeus had rescued her before and couldn't get him mind off her, it was both hot and so sweet!

Cerise Deland has created quite the pair with Zeus and Kim, both smart, brave and gutsy! Zeus a hot mexican american, big as a god guy who had a tender spot of one bold reporter was a joy to read! As was Kim, can't find one fault in her, I loved the fact she was ill, which brought forth the protective side of Zeus, as it was under control with medication it gave her softness that her tough-as-nails attitude needed.

The romance was addictive, seeing Zeus see an opening to swoop in and make her love him, and Kim worrying he only wanted a fling caused yummy misunderstandings and also made the romance more hot! I also loved the epilogue, it was a sweet ending to the hot beginning.

Did I mention Zeus is naked over half of the book? I though you should know. Also look at the cover, absolutely yummy!

Rating :





Have you read about Zeus?
He is one hunk of a man.
From south Texas.
From a large Tejano family and yeah, his first name is...Jesus. Pronounced in Spanish, it approaches the sounds of, "Hey, Zeus!"
Hence, his SEAL nickname. Yeah, those boys are merciless.
So is Kim the woman who loves him and surprises him in Florida with a big confession.
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Excerpt, CONQUERING ZEUSby Cerise DeLand, 2012-3. All rights reserved.Pissed at himself for leaving Coyote and Ghost at the rockin’ Friday night beach bar scene hours earlier at Sunset Pier, he pushed through his temper and used it as fuel. Of all the women in all the joints in the world, the blonde bombshell who doesn’t walk in there tonight is the one I want. He pounded through the waves, spotting someone lean and female strolling the beach with a sizable dog.They were harmless. He had jumped in naked. No matter. Whoever it was would be long gone by the time he hauled his bare ass up the sands toward the house.He angled for the shore, fighting memories of doing a door-to-door in an Egyptian shantytown to find her. His team had landed the night before, marched hours over abandoned desert to the tribesmen’s village, then fanned out to search for her and her two fellow hostages. Amid machine gun fire, he discovered her in a tin-roof lean-to, weary and weak, dehydrated, blindingly beautiful and bravely smiling at him in her filthy rags. “Keep your head down,” he had whispered, pushing her to sit beneath the edge of the window in the hovel where the Bedouin tribesman had tied her to the post of an old iron bed frame.With a classic profile, Nordic and tall, Kim Stansfield, reporter and hostage, stared at him, sunburned and dazed from hunger and thirst. Despite her dire condition, she smiled, pointing at his face and the green and brown desert camouflage paint that disguised his features. “Are you wearing make-up?”“What? You don’t like a man to wear foundation?” He fluttered his lashes at her, whipped an MRE drink from his vest and shoved it toward her. “Guzzle this.”Grasping the pouch with shaking hands, she downed it while he sawed off her chains with his Spyderco blade. She coughed, choked, then hacked some of it back up. “Cancel the guzzle. Sip it. Let me see how fit you are.” He ran his hands over her body, checking for sprains or injuries from beatings. God knew what these animals had done to a blonde Western woman who didn’t suit their ideals for dress or habits. After seven days of captivity, her body was still sleek, but limp from lack of nutrition. Outside, the rat-tat-tat of machine gun fire and bursts from his buddies’ Sig Sauers told him his team had run into her captors and it was his job to snatch her and run.“I can’t go with you,” she rasped, wiping drops of the liquid from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her dirty linen abaya.The hell you can’t. He shot her a look that spoke his thoughts. But hostages, especially women, needed assurances. He knew how to do that. Grandmothers, mother, sisters and cousins.  He had gentled them all.  The only man in a huge Tex-Mex family since his father had passed away when he was a baby, Jesus “Zeus” Calderon knew how to talk to women. “You’ll be fine. Do as I say.”This female, he knew, tended not to follow anyone’s orders. Not her newspaper editor’s. Not the American government’s. He had studied her top-notch professional background and her tough-as-nails character, all as part of his team’s mission prep. She might look like a runway model, but she was an Amazon in spirit and truth. Though she hailed from preppy American and crusty British diplomatic stock, Kimberly Morran Stansfield was a dare devil, thirty-one-year old investigative journalist who spoke fluent Arabic and had used her excellent skills to file stories from Bengazi and Cairo during the Arab Spring. For more than three years in the Middle East, she had strolled through gunfire, air strikes and riots. Seven days ago, while working an angle on famine in Egypt after the overthrow of Mubarak, she had been abducted and held for ransom by a renegade tribe of Bedouin. “You don’t understand,” she objected, clutching his shirt in one fist. “They expected you. Planned for you.” She coughed again and he fretted about how deeply the spasms wracked her. “They’ll kill my cameramen Johnson and Hassan if you take me. Said they’d torture them first.”“No, they won’t.”“But—““We’re getting your two guys. No worries. Then we’re putting down your captors.”“How many are you?” she asked, the reverence in her voice a prayer.“Enough.” He smiled at her then and it was as if the sun multiplied into a thousand more when she grinned back at him. “Drink all of that. Fast as you can. It’s got your meds in there.”She had a chronic condition of high red platelets. That was the reason the SEALs had come for her and her two colleagues as quickly as they had. Delay by even two more days and she would have died. Besides, this particular group of Bedouins had shown their hand at violence last year when they had kidnapped a French female television commentator. That woman they had brutally tortured and killed. Without a cause, save their own enrichment, this nomadic group tried to ransom those whom they abducted. And they always abducted women. “They’re cowards,” he told her as he checked her bare feet, concluding he would simply carry her with him. “And they’re dead meat.”Laughing hoarsely, she put a hand to her temple and swayed in delight. “Woosy. Think I’ve had too much to drink. Can you do that? Take them all?”“My only job is you.”She had laughed then, giddy with the strength of the MRE. Drawing his face down to hers, she planted a big fat kiss on his cheek. “Color me grateful, SEAL of my heart. Your wish is my command.”

Natalie Acres rips it up with new installment of COWBOY BOOTS, BDSM M/F! Oh wow!

From the Siren-Bookstrand bestselling ménage romantic thriller series, Cowboy Boots, comes a new division of the Underground Unit and an unforgettable M/F BDSM romantic thriller.
International bestselling eBook and trade paperback author Natalie Acres presents a new line of BDSM novellas for her Cowboy Boots series. Known for writing ménage BDSM thrillers and western contemporaries, Natalie introduces The Underground Club starting with Underground-Las Vegas and a familiar operative many readers grew to love in Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business. 
Readers following the Cowboy Boots series will we see recognizable faces in The Underground Clubs. They’ll also soon meet a number of new sexy Alpha Underground Unit operatives as well. 
Some extraordinary surprises are in store for readers of BDSM M/F erotic romances so grab a cool beverage, load up your favorite e-reader, and replenish those batteries in your favorite toy. We’re all set for an explosive new novella debuting at Siren Publishing on June 3rd! 


Start with Book One in the Cowboy Boots series or pick up your copy of Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing and follow The Underground Clubs saga, a new beginning for the Underground Unit operatives with more installments on the way! 

 http://www.bookstrand.com/natalie-acres Reviews for Cowboy Boots The Cowboy Boots Series~2011 Nominee for Best Series All Around
                in LR Cafe's Loop “4.5 STARS: "Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts is ménage to a degree not normally seen. The sex scenes of BDSM are not for the faint of heart but they are all consensual. The intricate nuances of relationships play out against a backdrop of danger that adds even more spice to this red hot offering... AlexJouJou,  Manic Readers “If you like cowboys, horses, men and sex that pushes the envelope, you're in for a helluva ride with Cowboy Boots & Untamed Hearts!"  -- Rie McGaha, Rie's Reviews“Very seldom will you find an erotic romance with such a deep and pain-filled thread running throughout. Kelsie’s cancer touches all of the characters in this story, and you get a close and intimate look at how it tears at the heart and soul of these five men, as well as the newcomer, Veronica. The pain and suffering is not sugar-coated at all but then neither is the heat and passion they all share…" -- Lototy,Coffee Time Romance & More

Signing at BEA! Which book? Best-selling thriller, UNTIL THE DAWN?

Print cover!
UNTIL THE DAWN, the first in erotic romantic thriller series NEMESIS, is out in print!

Desiree Holt and I are signing it in NEW YORK at BEA today as you read this!
Are you going? Come look us up at the Ellora's Cave booth!
You need a copy. I know you do!


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Here in print:

Writing a series becomes easy with Cerise's 5 Easy Steps!

Prequel #1 to my
Knights in Black Leather series
https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/cerise-deland/Writing a series—especially one that spans the past AND the present—can be a huge challenge to a writer's and a reader's life!

Writing my current KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series, you know I have recently released a historical prequel...with another to come. So I am into this process like a crazy June bug!

Keeping the facts straight is one thing. But keeping the logic straight for the reader is even more important! You want them to stay with you for all the books and you want them informed, pleased and yearning for more!
How to do that without ticking off readers and keeping all your hair in your head?

First you buy a notebook at the local dime store OR your build a file— or maybe you do both—on your computer.

Then, you promise yourself that as you write you will take these 5 "Easy" Steps.

1. First step involves the names of characters. Keep them distinct.
    Always keep a record of your names, first, last and nickname. Excel spreadsheet works best because you can record last names and first in various ways.
    Always make certain that you have no repeats, like Jake or Jack or even Jackson. Merely the look of the first letter on the page triggers the reader's mind to record this as one or the other. You never want confusion in their mind or yours.
If you are really into this process, it is a good idea to also note their eye color, height, hair color, etc. just so you don't confuse one with another.
This also helps when you want to talk about any family characteristics they share!


Book #1, Contemporary in my
KNIBL series2. Record any dates for actions in plot or dates of birth of characters.
    These are pesky issues that later on can cause you trouble because the facts are buried in the text. Write them down as you go—and be sure to change them if you change the text.
    Remember, too, that if your first book in the series debuted 2 years ago and you mark time in a different way in the fiction than chronologically, you need to tell the reader this. How? Either in the text itself, with such sentences like, "Jake and Susannah had been married for five months when Max came to town. He knew he had little chance of breaking them up. And to try would be so wrong."

3. Keep another record of family events or community events that recur.
Does the town have an annual Memorial Day Parade and is the Sheriff always the Grand Marshall of the event?
Did the local high school burn down in the last book in June?
Was the town founded by renegade outlaws after the Civil War?
You want to record any pertinent facts so you don't have to hunt them down every time you need a refresher.
If you want to also note where these references occurred in which book in the series and on what page, even better!
Most important, if any of these events are significant to this family, town or area for a particular reason, then you want to note how and why it is. Then, never vary only elaborate on that.

Book #2, Contemporary in my
KNIBL series4. Jot down the major conflicts between your hero and heroine or others in the stories.
You do not want to write the same book twice in your series.
And if you can develop an over-arching challenge among all the characters then this enriches your series.
In KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER, the big challenge in town is that there are fewer women than men. The men, therefore, have learned to "share." Menages and a quatre unions are plentiful!
This makes for a lot of continuity, but it also means I have a lot of potential for internal and couples' conflicts.

5. Draw a family tree or a relationship tree.

Often times in a series, a few of the characters are related by blood or incident.  If this is so in your books, as it is in my KNIBL series, then it is vital that you draw one of these.  Even if it never appears in any of your books, this tree is an easy visual that will keep you on the straight and narrow when it comes to facts about their relationships.

Your readers will love it when you keep them organized.
And they will continue to buy your series of books!
BUY my series to see how this is done at: https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/cerise-deland/

An Erotic Re-telling of THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW! Morticia Knight gives us a yummy taste!

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Thank you Cerise for letting me guest at your blog today! I am excited to share my latest release from Total-E-Bound publishing, and part of their Clandestine Classic line – The Legend of Sleepy Hollow . I know many of you may be wondering at just how sexy a story about a Headless Horseman and a gangly schoolmaster could possibly be. Well, I assure you that this MMF ménage is quite lusty. To help calm your concerns, I will point out the horseman is not involved in any hanky-panky – he’s just his typical naughty self when it comes to scaring people half to death. However, a very talented third party is, but you will have to read the whole story to find out just who.There’s another thing I ought to mention for those of you not familiar with what a Clandestine Classic actually is. We take a classic story, and without changing one word of the original, we add the racy bits that were never included way back when. Also, it is crucial to maintain the voice of the original author so that the reader isn’t jolted out of the story every time they get to an erotic encounter, which was quite the challenge for me – but also very fun. Speaking of erotic encounters, here is an excerpt from my telling of Washington Irving’s Sleepy Hollow:
From The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving & Morticia KnightMMF Menage/Rubenesque/BDSM
By the time we had cleared the top of the ladder, Katrina’s ample breasts were exposed to our eyes, her peachy nipples at a hard peak. All that she had left to divest herself of were her undergarments, and she did so slowly and saucily, creating more discomfort for my crotch. I could tell this would not do for what I had planned, wanting to take my time with her tied up to the railing and taking her downstairs as well where I could tie her to a post and whip her. I would not last in this condition.“My dearest lovers, I’m afraid I need a quick release in order to facilitate this evening’s games more effectively.”Both Ichabod and I were still near the top of the ladder standing in the loft, and Katrina—now completely nude—crawled over to us. She looked up at Ichabod and winked. He dropped to his knees, and they began to pull at the opening of my pants. Katrina tugged them down to my ankles, whilst Ichabod cupped my bollocks with his long fingers, teasing and tickling the underside in the way he knew I loved so well. He then presented my pulsing staff to Katrina, and she sucked it into her mouth greedily, taking it all the way in.I suppose for the sake of clarification only, I should mention that whilst I am not short changed in the manhood department, my cock did not present as much of a challenge as Ichabod’s gargantuan member did. She suckled me in a hungry manner, pulling at my shaft with her hot moist mouth, sending delicious shivers up my spine. Ichabod replaced his hands with his mouth on my testicles, and sucked each in one at a time, licking them boisterously. As I was already in a fevered state before they began, their lusty mouths on both cock and balls simultaneously afforded me no chance to resist, and I spent my seed down the lovely Katrina’s throat.  I fell to my knees in thanks to them both. I kissed each one in succession, my fingers entwined in their hair, tasting first my salt, then my musk on their tongues.
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is available now at all of the usual outlets, including:
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Morticia Knight Author Bio
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to her family in England and Scotland when she was a child.
Morticia has a three-book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform coming out in 2013, and is currently working on both a Steampunk horror ménage, and a Sci-fi ménage.

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Jorja Lovett releases The Wolf on the Hill!

Welcome, Jorja Lovett and her newest release!
Blurb Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content* Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom. When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call. In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach. Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary. Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge. She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve! The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit. Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over. He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet. With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet. In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body. "Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief. "If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase. "I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside. "No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples. "Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever. Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking. "No." With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss. He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites. Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement. She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her. Available from Total-E-Bound now Author Bio Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances. Find her on Facebook, Twitter: @jorjalovett, Blog, Website

What happened to women stolen by the Comanche? In my STEAL ME AWAY...

In my STEAL ME AWAY, Fancy Turner is stolen by a Comanche chief to become his bride. A few Anglos did become willing brides of this fierce Indian tribe of the south Texas plains.

More often than not, these captured women were raped, scalped or skinned and left to die. The Comanche felt they had cause to do such acts. Having their lands taken and their hunting game driven off by the new settlers—Anglo and Tejano—the Comanche were also decimated by the diseases of the settlers from which they had no natural immunity. Cholera and small pox swept through tribes with cruel ferocity.
But some Comanche seized settlers for other reasons.Women were stolen, as Fancy is, to replace women lost to the diseases or to natural childbirth. Some were taken out of a feeling of attraction, as Fancy is. Was such possible? Yes. Definitely. Here in south Texas, many powwows occurred between the long knives and the lords of the south plains. On many occasions, white men and women met and conversed and traded with Comanches.
Children were taken to replace those lost to raids or disease or natural causes. Many of those children, if given the opportunity, returned to their original homes and families, but more often than not, they left and returned to their Indian families. Acculturation is a strong magnet.
One of the most recent non-fiction books to describe an Anglo child's capture is this one, EMPIRE OF THE SUMMER MOON, about Cynthia Parker who remained with her Comanche husband and gave birth to his son, Quanah Parker, one of the most famous Indian chiefs of the last century.
One reader today wrote to me to ask if there was more to Fancy's story. Oh, yes, there certainly is! MAKE ME YOURS is the second installment in her story, coming soon.
And the person in Bravado who writes her story is none other than the great grand daughter of Fancy, and grand daughter of Blade, the son of Bull Elk and Fancy!  Look for BIND ME CLOSE very soon!