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Destiny Blaine visits with her WILD SIDE TOUR!

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The Wild Side by Destiny BlaineBook One in the Trilogy of a Wolf’s Endowment
The wild side is an interesting stretch of territory where only the courageous survive.
Joe Kramer is a simple-minded young man tending farm with his father. When a neighbor needs a lift, his father sends him out to give the woman a ride. Soon, a Moonlight Clan Council member has her claws in Joe, leaving him a changed man. Accepting his fate, Joe joins a wolf pack steeped in history and tradition, but someone among them is threatening to tear their pack apart. To make matters worse, as the pack master, Joe rebukes the traditions of the past while ignoring the mandated placement of two mates. As he leads his pack to a position of strength, Joe will stand out as the clear Alpha destined to protect the East Tennessee Moonlight Clan Council, but will his lack of experience and immaturity cost the clan what they cherish most? And who, if anyone, will stand beside him when he fights to protect those closest to home? Excerpt from The Wild SideTrilogy of A Wolf’s Endowment, Book OneCopyright © 2012 Destiny Blaine
“What is it?” he asked, now longing to feel that spurt of heat, the end result one finally reached when pleasure sought became pleasure gained.“You’re beautiful,” she rasped, cupping his cheek. “More handsome than I ever imagined.” Her words drove him. Her praise consoled him. Through her, he was transformed and now he was larger than life. He bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against him, noting the tightly drawn muscles as he gathered her small form and brought her to him. A loud noise whipped around them like tornado winds. The truck window split in two, shattering into bits and pieces right before his very eyes. Animalistic instincts drove him as he thrust inside her, unable to stop and acknowledge the happenings around him. His arousal heightened, reaching a peak he’d never expected. And something else occurred, too. The need to guard and protect, love and cherish, came over him like a breaking tide, leaving him torn between what he knew he’d felt before he took Rebecca and the feelings practically suffocating him now. A deep-rooted howl fell from his chest. Canines jabbed through his gums, dropping over his bottom lip without warning. Elongated nails were the first inclination his fingers were no longer attached to hands, but to claws. “What’s happening to me?” he asked, his senses sharper, far more profound. “You were determined to resist me. You wanted to be difficult,” Rebecca told him, sliding away from his lap. “You should’ve let me get you off, lover. I would’ve bitten you at the right time and you wouldn’t have had to deal with him.” She pointed to the window.Joe immediately recognized the man Rebecca fingered in an effort to place blame. Jacob. “Now, Joe, you’re on your own.” 
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ASSUME THE POSITION! Yoga with a side of good lovin'

Tamar Brennan is depressed. Instead of going to a party at Delta Phi with her girlfriend, she’s freshly dumped and stuck indoors with only her roommate for company - her very hot, also gay roommate Elyse, on whom Tamar has been nursing a secret crush for months. Elyse has always kept their relationship strictly friends – apart from one drunken kiss which Tamar has never forgotten.     Alone in their room drinking wine, the conversation turns to Elyse’s yoga training. The sight of Elyse’s slender body moving through yoga poses is too exciting for Tamar to resist, and Elyse is willing... but can Tamar convince her to break her just-friends rule in the cold light of day?


My new short Assume the Position is about two sorority sisters who are also roommates. Of course,  I could have just made them roommates in a standard college dorm, but there's something about sororities that attracts me when I write.
Over here in the UK, universities usually have plenty of societies - I spent a lot of time with the Film Society, the Italian Society and for some reason the Role-Playing Society (I blame my ex for that one) - but we don't have the Greek system. If we had, I would have joined. I grew up reading American college novels with indecipherable names and longing to be a member.
I'm not sure what it is. Possibly it's the sense of belonging. I always loved being a member of a group when I was a student; the busy social life, the circle of friends within easy reach. The thought of constant sorority and fraternity parties is also an attraction; I know sororities are also about leadership and community, but that's never the part that comes to mind.
And of course, the main pull? The opportunities for erotica. There's just something sexy about sorority girls floating around in babydoll nighties, getting drunk and seducing frat boys, or suddenly finding their hot roommate very attractive after several glasses of wine.
Which brings me back to Tamar and Elyse in Assume the Position... and I hope you like it!

Cougar luv in Cerise DeLand's newest, MORE THAN YOU KNOW!

Can you stare at him allllll day?
I know. That smile, eh?
Licking saliva from my lips.
WELL! To Business, dahlinks!
Here's the set up:
When a va-va-voom redhead walks into Luke Hurley’s bar, he vows to get to know her. But she escapes him every time, her family besieging her. Luke wants to save her. Hell, he wants to savor her if he can only figure out how to intrigue her…and nail her. Luke has his hands full of the classiest, funniest female he’s ever met for one naughty night. But will she love him tomorrow? 

Need a nibble of my newest cherry?
YEP, I see your hands raised out there!

Excerpt, Copyright 2012, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved. “Hi, Luke Hurley.” His redhead stood right in front of him, beaming at him so the world glowed suddenly more brightly in this dark crowded room.“Hi, there,” he said to her, as she inched closer to the bar. “I’m so glad you came in.”“Thish has got to be Rita. Right?” Teresa took a slow gander at the woman he had told her kept him awake at night.“Rita?” asked the lady in question, looking humored. “I’m—““Rita Hayworth. You bet!” Teresa clamped a hand on his lady’s arm and peered at her like an X-ray machine. “Luke, you pegged her. That iswho she looks like. Gee. Lucky you, huh?” Rita questioned him with a sideways grin. “Luke, I—”“Teresa is my friend,” he explained, trying to keep Rita here until he got her phone number and her real name.“I’m his copyeditor!” Teresa put in. “His friend.”“Yes, Teresa, and the lady would like to have her arm back.”“Oh, don’t chu worry yourself none, Luke and Rita. I am leaving. I am!”He turned back to his redhead. “I’m glad you came in tonight. I’ve been trying to find out your name. Went to the catering manager and asked about the wedding here tomorrow, but she says the mother of the groom is a platinum blonde and short.”“She is,” Rita exclaimed, little chuckles escaping her.Someone shouted out that he had to stop holding hands with the bombshell and take his order. Where was his assistant bartender? He looked around but tugged at Rita’s hand. “Okay, okay!” Luke told him, but zeroed in on Rita. “I want to call you. Ask you to dinner or drinks. Coffee, anything. I need your phone number.”“Really? Oh, Luke, please let me—”“I’ll find a pencil and pad. And by the way, that gown is unbelievable.” He had to tame his voice so he could speak about the gold-sequined mermaid thing that made his cock twitch. “I think I just went blind. Don’t move.”He strode toward the register, found what he needed and stepped toward her.But her son and Blondie appeared beside her. Blondie was pouting. The son raked his hair. “I’m sorry. Tamara,” Rita bit off the words, never looking at her future daughter-in-law as she took Luke’s pen and wrote on his paper. “But I am the one who brought up Josh. And I will sit in the first pew. If you or your parents don’t like it, too bad. And Josh, if your father or his new wife don’t like it, tough.”Luke watched the family drama, realizing why he hadn’t been able to learn Rita’s name. She was the divorced wife of Mr. Silver-haired Banker. And judging from the close ages of stepmother and son, Rita might actually be wife numero dos.The son cursed. “Tam, I want her to sit in the front pew. This is my mother, and she deserves to take precedence.”Ouch. Luke couldn’t help but look at Rita, who locked her gaze on his and grinned.Blondie stomped her foot. “I won’t do this to my daddy. He wants this to look good for his friends. You know how he is about marriages made in heaven and no divorce.”“Well, Tam, next to golf, divorce is my father’s favorite pastime,” Josh retorted, as Blondie huffed and made a beeline toward the door. “Aw, hell. Mom, what can I do here?”Before Rita could answer, he fled. To Luke’s dismay, Rita raised her hands in frustration, threw him an apologetic look and followed her son.Luke pounded his fist on the bar and the pad of paper jumped with the blow. Numbers and words bounced around. He grabbed the sheet.Room 428. Rita   “Ricardo!” Luke called out to his assistant, as he ripped off his bar apron. “Take over here.”

TIE ME DOWN, shibari anyone? Out today! YESSSSS!

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10414-tie-me-down.aspx He's an expert at tying people up... and never getting tied down to anyone himself.
Then he meets a woman he can't resist.
TIE ME DOWN, Book 2 in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series.
I lived in Japan for many years and even taught Japanese and Chinese history to college students while I lived there! Shibari is not a new deal to me. In fact, it is an art form.
Really?
Most definitely.
And Case Turner, local rancher and businessman in Bravado, is a master.
Come see how he performs on stage, with a submissive...and with a woman he cannot resist!
BUY LINK and read an excerpt:
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10414-tie-me-down.aspx

3 SASSY 7 debut by Nicole Austin, Regina Carlysle and Samantha Cayto

Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin A guy walks into a bar... And finds the girl he shouldn’t have left behind. Their differences kept Candy and Jeremiah apart until finally, the road lead them back where they belong. But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?















Say Yes by Regina Carlysle All work and no play is no way to live and J.D. Stone aims to change that after a chance meeting at the Menger Hotel. When the lonely rancher meets sassy photographer, Melissa Bell, the sparks fly and passions burn hot enough to incinerate them both.















Spank ’Em Cowboy by Samantha Cayto Tara hopes to survive her sister's wedding without a wardrobe malfunction. Rob spots the voluptuous filly and cuts her from the herd. And when she craves someone to take the reins, he knows he's the right man to saddle her up for the ride of her life.

3 more Naughty Stories by Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer and Brenna Zinn!

Yum, yum. Rush over to http://decadentpublishing.com to get your copies of Desiree's, Allie's and Brenna's one night stands in our NAUGHTY SLEEPOVER series.
You will be deliciously happy.
God knows, I was. Am. Still.                      





Blame it on Texas by Allie Standifer Everything's supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, right? Sexy plus size model Serena Morgan isn't convinced until Texas country star Kale Winters takes her in a night of passion. Come morning will Kale convince Serena he's the real deal or Blame it on Texas?


















When a Lady Meets a King by Brenna Zinn Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity to satisfy her fantasy of a one-night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But when a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior, a handsome King comes to the rescue.

MORE THAN YOU KNOW, my own Naughty Sleepover!

Come on over to the historic Menger Bar in San Antonio, Texas where 7 more lucky women find that one night stands offer more than a few hours of fun!



More Than You Know by Cerise DeLandOne redhead. One bartender. Lots of laughter. A desire so tender that the sheets they burn up together could set the hotel on fire. But can he intrigue a woman who’s older? What if he never lets her out of bed? Will she still want him tomorrow?

Need a little nibble? 
Sure you do!

Copyright, 2012, Cerise DeLand.

Luke strode toward her in the little hallway that led to the reception desk and the ballrooms.“Josh, listen to me.” Rita caught her son’s arm, and the young man wheeled toward his mother. “This will blow over. When you stand up to people who make unreasonable demands, they back down.”“Yeah, I know, Mom. But Tamara’s dad is a piece of work. And what do you want?” Josh turned to Luke.“To talk to your mother,” Luke replied, sidling up to Rita, sensing a conflict to come with her son.“I’m sorry but I don’t think we need you to—”“Josh, don’t be rude. Luke and I are friends.”Luke moved closer to Rita. Pressed to her side, he felt the warmth radiating from her. With her declaration, he knew triumph, too, and moved to support her from behind.“Ah! Okay. Okay. Sorry, Mom. Luke. I’ll work this out!” And off he trod down the long hall.Rita exhaled, her marvelous body falling back against Luke’s own. Christ, she felt supple and strong, her hip against his. He curled an arm around her waist, her fabulous breasts heavy on his forearm. He put his lips to her ear. “You smell wonderful. Feel divine. Did I do right to come out here or will he be furious?”She turned into his embrace, so close he could feel the outline of her pussy along his aching cock. The pebbling of her nipples, boring into his shirt. The sensitive brush of her lips across his own as she whispered, “Yes, absolutely the best thing you could ever do.”He secured his arms around her, pressing her so near that his poor cock nearly spilled right then and there. With a will of their own, his fingers caught handfuls of her thick rich waves. Against her beautiful mouth, he gruffed, “Maybe the best thing I could do is this.”To kiss her had been a fantasy. Like a teenage boy, he had done nothing but want her and suffer to have her. So this mating of skin and tongue and teeth was a young man’s dream, an older man’s bright invitation to taste her and tease her, savor her and devour her.“Jesus!” He broke away for air, his head falling back, his eyes squeezed closed. “I’ve wanted you—this—since the second I laid eyes on you.”Her purse slipped from her fingers, down his back, and hit the floor with a clunk. Then she wound herself around him like the golden siren she appeared to be, gentle and seductive, wild and fervent. “Makes two of us. And that’s not rational.”Swirling her around, he backed her to the wall and dove in for another savage kiss. “You taste too good to be real.”She grabbed a handful of his hair. “Oh, but you’re very real. I can feel your heart beat. And something else.”

Sassy 7's Naughty Sleepover series debuts Tuesday!

Mark your calendars for Tuesday when the SASSY 7 take you on a NAUGHTY SLEEPOVER!
This series, brought to you by those wild and crazy gals, the SASSY 7 (http://sassyseven.com) inaugurate the first of two—yes, I said TWO—series to celebrate their conference in February.
This NSO series brought to you by Decadent Publishing (http://decadentpublishing.com) finds 7 women in search of 7 fine men. They find them in the famous old bar where Teddy Roosevelt met with the Rough Riders at The Menger Hotel in San Antonio, Texas.
You do not want to miss this fabulous series!
Just to look at the covers is a mind-blowing experience! Designed by our own Sassy Nicole Austin, these covers speak of yummy tales you do not want to miss!

Fran Lee debuts MY SEXY SENSEI with a giveaway!

Read all about my buddy Fran Lee's newest, MY SEXY SENSEI with a giveaway of one of her e-books! (AND do we want to lick the cover? Heck, Yeah!)

To one lucky person who posts, a giveaway! BE SURE TO LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDY!

On to biz:

Lisa Hampton is committed to her martial arts career, but a woman in the traditional Japanese martial arts is seldom taken seriously. At least not until one hot and hunky man takes her very seriously. James Rhee runs his own brand of martial arts studio, teaching movie stars who want to shine in their on-screen stunts.
It’s a work ethic that Lisa genuinely wants no part of. But she soon finds it’s hard to refuse the maddening man anything…including her body. Before she knows it, she’s let her guard down and sinfully sizzling sex has turned into something she simply can’t fight.
Excerpt:
I turned, glancing up at the man standing beside my car, who was leaning down to speak to me through the open window. I thought that he was Japanese at first, but from the size of him I decided on second thought that he was more than likely Korean. A closer look at his face as he removed his reflective dark glasses confirmed my second impression. I rolled my window down the rest of the way and said, “Yes?”
I never usually pay more than scant attention to men—it’s safer not to. But I couldn’t help but pay attention to this one. He was tall for an Asian man. Judging by the way he was bending down to talk to me, he stood over six feet tall. I inhaled deeply as I lifted my wide eyes up the long length of that incredibly ripped body and noted the way he had been assessing me as well. My gut clenched as he returned his dark eyes to my face and his smile curved wickedly as if he knew the exact effect he was having on me.
He dropped down onto his haunches beside the car and his eyes were almost level with mine as he said quietly, “I would like to see your letter of recommendation, if you don’t mind.”
I frowned. How had he…? I hadn’t noticed him inside when I had shown it to Hirokawa. So how the hell had he known my name? My wary hesitation made him grin and my thoughts went a trifle haywire. And so did parts lower down my anatomy.
Holy shit! The man was absolutely the most intense, dangerously sensual male I’d ever laid eyes on.
I swallowed the dryness in my throat and fought to control a sudden glandular reaction that I’d never experienced before—total and consuming lust.
Oh, yeah. This man is dangerous.
I hesitated, unable to frame a reply.
“I’m sorry. You have no idea who I am, of course.” He extended his hand and I reached out of the car to take it as he said in quiet amusement, “I’m James Rhee. I’mShihan Hirokawa’s business partner.” His hand was calloused, hard and warm. A shot of something akin to a hundred gigawatts of rampant electricity zapped up my arm to my heart, curled around my chest and zoomed unerringly straight to my suddenly wet, clenched pussy.
“Oh.” My physical reaction must have been visible, because he seemed amused. I felt oddly breathless and uncertain beneath that intense, dark stare and I tugged my hand free. “Um…of course you may see my letter.” I opened my case with trembling hands and drew it out, handing it to him through the open window.
As he stood and looked at it I opened my car door and shimmied out, feeling that it was awfully rude to be sitting in my car while he was trying to talk to me. As I rose to my full height I realized how big he truly was. At five foot seven I was used to looking down on most Asian men. I was craning my neck to read his expression.
And the man has absolutely no concept of personal space.
Instead of stepping back and giving me room to take a deep breath, he remained planted like an oak right where he stood, making it impossible for me not to feel the throbbing heat sifting off that Greek-god body and enveloping my senses in the heady scent of sandalwood and hot male. He glanced at me and I noted his gaze taking another slow detour down my businesslike slack suit before returning to my face. My woman-senses went to full red-alert status.
Dear God. What a hunk.
“I’m afraid my Japanese is pretty rusty. Can you translate?” He shifted slightly, his hard, mouth-watering chest brushing my shoulder as he handed the letter back to me, and I chewed the corner of my lower lip as I ended up being the one to take a cautious step backward to sanity and safety. I avoided his eyes, opening the letter again and glancing at it, flushing warmly at the praise Matasi had heaped on me.
I felt uncomfortable translating the letter as written, so I edited out the more effusive compliments and the part about my being his finest student. I gave him only the facts about my rank and my years of study, and the part about my capabilities as a teacher. I refolded the letter but he reached for it once more, nodding with a slow smile as he opened it and his eyes ran over it a second time. I had the sneaky feeling that he could read the letter as well as I could and I blushed again as he glanced back up to meet my eyes. His eyes were sooo sexy.
“You left a few things out,” he murmured as he handed me the letter. “When can you start?”
I must have looked comical with my mouth sagging open and my eyes shocked, but he was polite enough not to tell me so. “Start? You…you mean I have the job? Without even showing you anything?”
His eyes were glittering black as he said, “I’ve seen everything I need to see, and the recommendation of a man as highly respected as Matasi Kanegawa is good enough for me.”
“But…I’m a woman!” I blurted, totally confused now.
His eyes detoured down my tailored suit again and returned to my face. “I can see that.” 

Need a warlock? TRICKERY by Sabrina York!

Magical Domination Anyone?Who wouldn’t love the power to have complete control over the hot, hard man of her fantasies? When Willow Ostreth realizes she has that power—even though it’s against the rules—she cannot resist. She uses a magic potion to seduce a scrumptious coffee vendor with massive rippling biceps. What she doesn’t realize is that he’s not just a sexy mortal, but a powerful warlock—and her worst nightmare!Part of Ellora’s Cave’s Hex line releasing this Fall, Trickery by Sabrina York is now available for preorder on Amazonand Barnes & Noble. It’s fun, frantic and darkly sexy. Magical domination at its best! Trickery by Sabrina YorkReleasing October 3rd. Now available for preorder on Amazonand Barnes & NobleThough seducing a mortal is expressly forbidden, novice witch Willow Ostreth wants Austin. Bad. Unbeknownst to Willow, Austin—the glorious, delicious specimen who makes her heart pound and her body weep—is no mere mortal. He’s really Damien DeWinter, a powerful warlock, a man determined to lure Willow—and bind her—to his bed.When the luscious Willow breaks the rules and uses her magic to ensnare him, Damien—rebel, renegade, outcast from the Witching World—figures he has carte blanche to pursue her and seduce her using any means possible. And his arsenal is vast.What neither of them realizes as they tempt and torment each other with pleasure is that there’s a greater magic at work here. One that could bind them together, forever.
An Excerpt From: TRICKERYCopyright © SABRINA YORK, 2012All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
The walk back to her apartment took forever. Willow had trouble restraining herself from skipping ahead and grabbing his hand and tugging him to move faster. Her mind roiled with scenarios of seduction and they all ended in the same way. His cock—his thick, hard cock—deep inside her.She licked her lips and gazed at him, loving that she had to tip her chin to see his face. She loved a looming man. A big, muscular looming man. She loved when they pushed her down on the bed and forced their way between her thighs. She loved the weight of them, the pressure of their bodies on hers. The domination…Of course, it wouldn’t do to begin there. She’d have to lead Austin down this path step-by-step. Train him properly. If he was as good as she expected, as good as her instincts screamed, she’d want to keep him, even after the Circle. Even after the Goddess assigned her a warlock mate with whom she would be obliged to make magical babies.She’d have to keep him a secret. The Sisters would have a conniption if they found out—they were very particular about whom she fucked.Why they cared, she didn’t have a clue.“Here we are.” Austin sprinted up the steps and held open the door to their brownstone. He bowed in a charming old-fashioned manner. “After you, milady.”Willow giggled and stepped inside, aware that he followed, prowled behind her like a big cat. Silly boy. He thought he was seducing her.She glanced at him as she fit her key in the lock. Saw his face fall.“I thought…” He trailed off, looking woebegone and dejected.“What?”“I thought maybe we’d go to my place.” He gestured up the stairs. “Have a drink?”Her lips curled. He thought she was dismissing him. That she’d simply allowed him to walk her home and this was the end of it. Silly, naïve little mortal.“A drink? I’d like that.” She opened her door wide and waved him in. He didn’t budge. She cleared her throat. “I have a lovely bottle of wine I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”Just how special, he could never know.“Great.” His face lit up. “Bring it.”Willow blinked. She’d always envisioned entrapping him in her apartment, had layered spells all around the bed to ensure his compliance with her wicked wishes. But…surely it didn’t matter if they fucked first in his bed. Did it? The potion would guarantee his submission.“Okay. Let me grab it.” She rushed into her apartment, through to her kitchen and grabbed the bottle she’d filled only last night. It was sealed with a waxed stopper, intricately etched with an erotic incantation. She snagged the chalice as well and chuckled to herself.Austin wouldn’t know what hit him.She practically floated up the two flights of stairs in his wake, twitching and creaming and trying to still her heart as his ass—his perfectly molded, tight ass—waggled in her face. Yum. Yum, yum, yum.It was delicious, having power like this, despite all the pesky rules and constraints that came with it. She could have any man she desired. Anytime she wanted him.Delicious.His hand trembled a little as he unlocked the door. It took several tries for him to put the key in the lock but he was hardly tentative. He ushered her into his apartment, spun her around, plastered her against the wall and put his hot, hard mouth on hers.Mercy! The calling spell was definitely stronger than she’d realized.She didn’t mind at all.Austin’s kiss was scrumptious, a tantalizing mix of sweet arousal and banked passion. His lips dragged over hers in a drugging rhythm. Then he sucked on her lower lip, nibbled.Willow shivered. Dear Gaia, he was a good kisser. She really didn’t want to stop, didn’t want it to end, and she groaned in protest when his warm, wet lips trailed away, across her cheek and to her ear. But then…But then his mouth settled on the crook of her neck and he nuzzled her there until she shuddered. With that shudder, that convulsion of every cell in her body, a glob of cream oozed out of her cunt and dampened her panties.Perhaps it was her imagination but when he lifted his head, a dazed look in his eyes, his nostrils flared as if he could smellher.