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April 8, 2014
Dungeon Crawl #7
Welcome to the seventh week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.
So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!
The two men exchanged a look. Jeremy nodded slowly. ‘Excellent. We were hoping you’d say that. Now –’ he looked at his watch ‘– we still have an hour or so before the staff turn up for today’s shift. I have an idea how we can make good use of that time. Let’s go to the schoolroom.’
Shit. She hadn’t been expecting that. After she’d agreed, she thought they’d all go on their merry ways and begin their working day. But it seemed Jeremy wanted to start playing kinky games before work – which somehow made it all the more extreme, given the fact they could get interrupted by an early staff member requesting admittance to the building. As well as that, Jeremy had mentioned the schoolroom, which was the location of the first task on the list. If memory served her correctly, they certainly weren’t starting her off with an easy challenge. Far from it.
She fell into line behind Jeremy and Ethan as they left the room. Silently, she followed them through the house, psyching herself up for what would happen next. By the time they reached the schoolroom, Alice was feeling calm and confident – she was sure she could handle the task, which would bring her one step closer to her goal.
Jeremy opened the door, and Ethan and Alice walked in before him. Jeremy pulled the door to, and gave Ethan a nod. They’d obviously discussed this beforehand, because Ethan knew exactly what to do.
‘Alice,’ he said, firmly but softly. ‘Bend over a desk and pull your dress up around your waist.’
Alice was extremely glad that she’d obeyed her orders and not worn knickers that day. She’d have been caught out very early on if she hadn’t. Moving to the nearest desk, she did as Ethan asked.
‘Good,’ Ethan said, moving close behind her and caressing her bare buttocks. ‘These won’t be nearly as pale when I’m finished.’
Alice was surprised that Ethan was going to be the one doing it. She’d always thought of Jeremy as the ringleader and assumed it would be him. She was about to have her arse turned red, though, so it hardly mattered who was going to do it.
Alice became aware of Jeremy moving to the front of the classroom and retrieving something from the teacher’s desk. He didn’t bother to hide the item as it was an integral part of the task, and therefore she already knew what it was.
A wooden ruler. Watching Jeremy – and, more specifically, the ruler’s journey – from the corner of her eye, her resolve slipped a little. It was wood, for goodness’ sake! It would hurt if a weakling swung it at her bare cheeks, never mind a muscular giant of a man. Fuck.
Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.
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New Release: Extreme Heat by @JewelQuinlan from @EvernightPub
Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line
Blurb: When photographer Chloe Gaige gets assigned to cover the Pro Kiteboarding finals in Morocco she never expects to run into her childhood crush. Back then, their age difference is what caused her to pull away. Would he resent her for how she treated him back then?
Fully grown, pro kiteboarder Kai Shephard is a tough competitor used to going after what he wants…and getting it. When he catches sight of Chloe in the crowd with her camera, nothing can stop him from trying to be with her again. Except Chloe, that is. Would she see him for the man he is now?
Where you can buy Extreme Heat:
Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Amazon UK | All Romance e-Books | Add it to your shelf on Goodreads
Excerpt:
“I’m glad you’re here, Chloe.”
“You are?”
He turned his head toward her and looked into her eyes, his hands pressed into her back, drawing her closer. “Because I’ve thought of that night hundreds of times.” His words were loaded with meaning.
Chloe skimmed her eyes over his handsome face. He was positively smoldering with emotion. She swallowed hard. This was the moment, the one she would never forget. Her eyes locked on his and her mind churned over the different signals and sensations her body was picking up.
“Have you?” he whispered.
They were so close. His lips were right there, and he could kiss her any second. His deep, dark eyes were drawing her in.
She nodded.
He lay still, waiting, but she said nothing more. “You have to give me more than that,” he said. “I still don’t know what happened. I thought you liked it when I kissed you.”
Anxiety filled her. It was time to come clean. What would he think of her reasons? How would he see her after she admitted what a weak person she was? “I did,” she said blurted. “It was just….”
His clasp on her back remained firm and he turned his body to face hers so their fronts were pressed together. “Just what?”
Chloe could feel her face filling with the heat of embarrassment. Did he really want to talk about it? “It was just…school and my friends and….” She stopped and buried her face in his chest, not wanting to say anything more. He smelled so good. The warm scent of athletic male and ocean breeze.
He grasped her chin with his hand and lifted her face. “What else?”
Looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get out of explaining. He had that earnest look in his eyes again, the one she remembered from long ago.
“I need to know,” he said.
She couldn’t deny him. “Our age difference,” she said with a wince.
“Seriously?” His breath whooshed out with his surprise. “I mean, I know you’ve made comments about it before, but that was the reason you wouldn’t talk to me anymore?”
“Yes. No. Sort of,” she said in a rush. “Couldn’t you see how strange it would have been?”
“No.”
She sighed. “Of course not. You are such a male. If you were a teenage girl you would understand.”
“What is there to understand?”
She pulled away from him and lay on her back once again. “All the pressure,” she said. “To fit in, to be cool, to be part of the group.”
“And you and me would have been a problem?” he asked, sounding hurt.
The tone in his voice caused her long-held guilt to well up. “Not a problem, exactly. Just…not usual. I don’t think the guys in the senior class we always hung out with would have accepted you even if some of my friends had,” she explained. “Come on, Kai. I’m sure you remember what it was like being a teenager.”
He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the stars. “I do but what I don’t remember is ever having problems fitting in.” After a moment he gave a great exhale. “Okay, sure. I guess I can understand. Not that I’ve ever lived my life caring about that stuff, but…I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.” Using the arm still cushioning her head and shoulders, he turned her to face him again. “But you did like me then?” he asked.
She nodded.
He smiled. “And what about now?”
She felt shy and squirmy under his gaze but admitted with hesitation, “Yes.”
He beamed at her response. “And does our age difference still bother you? I’m twenty-one and you’re twenty-three. We’re always going to be a couple of years apart.”
She looked away from him feeling very shy and hating it. He still liked her? Was it possible after she’d rejected him? A small thrill shot through her stomach. “No. Why should it bother me?” she said, with a small shrug. Chloe was sure she looked braver than she felt.
“Because I want to be with you, Chloe. I want what was lost to us before.” He searched her face with his eyes and then added in a low voice, “And because I’m going to kiss you.”
About the Author:
From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
For more information about books by Jewel Quinlan visit her website and blog or you can follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
April 7, 2014
Smut for Good: Curves Rule!
Hi everyone and welcome to Smut for Good: Curves Rule charity blog hop!
I’m so happy to be co-organising and taking part in this fantastic blog hop. Parkinson’s UK is a cause very close to my heart, so I’m delighted to be able to do something to raise awareness and cash for this very worthy cause. If you’d like to donate, please visit this JustGiving page, where every penny will go directly to the charity. If you’d like to buy a book where all the proceeds will go to the charity, then please keep reading.
I’m sharing a snippet from my Rubenesque story, The Wrong End of the Stick, which I wrote for the anthology Coming Together: With Curves that Victoria Blisse and I co-edited. All proceeds from the book (the authors kindly donated their stories, too) go to Parkinson’s UK. So if you grab a copy of this, you’re not only donating to the charity, but you’re also getting a book full of delicious and sensual stories about curvy chicks. Once you’re done reading, don’t forget to scroll down and enter my giveaway, which is for an eBook copy of another of my Rubenesque stories, Mean Girls. Then check out the rest of the blogs on the hop – there are some seriously awesome prizes to be won.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Now she was close to him, she couldn’t help noticing that, annoying gawping habit aside, the guy was pretty cute. He had strawberry blond hair, pale skin, eyebrows and eyelashes to match, startling blue eyes and full red lips. Every time she’d seen him he’d been sitting at a table, so she had little clue about his height or physique, but his face was a damn good start. He looked about her age, too, mid-thirties. She chastised herself—she was meant to be telling him off, not lusting over him!
“W—what do you mean?” he replied, the blood draining from his face and making him even paler.
“I think you know, Mister. I’ve been attending this college on a training course for seven working days now, and on every single one of them, I’ve caught you staring at me at lunchtime. And you haven’t even been subtle about it, either. You’ve gawped openly and it’s doing my head in. Which is why I’ve come to find out exactly what your problem is, and to ask you to please pack it in.”
“M—my problem?”
“Is it because I’m fat? Haven’t you ever seen a fat person before? If you haven’t, you’ve led a very sheltered life. And regardless of whether you have or not, hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s rude to stare?” She was getting into her stride now—as much as she hated it, he’d driven her to this. She thought she’d kept the volume of her voice pretty low, but apparently not enough, because they were drawing stares from other tables nearby. But at least they had a valid reason to look—not many people could resist checking out an argument or a fight.
“F—fat?” The colour that had drained from his face came back, then heightened further and further until he began to resemble a tomato. He clutched the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles went white. “You’re not fat. Y—you’re beautiful.” He dropped his gaze to the table then, and remained resolutely silent until Bonnie spoke again, which was a good few seconds later, as what he’d said sunk in.
“Hey,” she said quietly, and, she hoped, kindly. “Look at me.” Considering the whole point of their conversation, she was aware her words were ironic, but she only had another twenty minutes before she had to be back in her class, so there was no time to waste. He looked up.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
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April 6, 2014
Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures
It’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m sharing another snog from Stately Pleasures. This takes place not too long after last week’s snog. Enjoy! 
The car pulled to a stop, and she resisted the urge to let herself out. Instead, she snagged the bottle of champagne, figuring Jeremy had already paid for it, so what did it matter, and climbed out as gracefully as possible when the chauffeur opened the door. She thanked him – perhaps a little too profusely, due to the champagne – and made her way to the side door leading into the Manor. The door flew open and Ethan stood there. He nodded to the driver, who got back into his car and left the premises. Alice guessed that Jeremy had settled up his bill beforehand. Or maybe he had an account with the limo firm. It didn’t matter either way – she’d had a delightful journey, thanks to her two favourite men.
Ethan took her free hand and pulled her inside, closing and locking the door behind them before wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight against him. He leant down and kissed her, a long, deep kiss that left her heart pounding and her skin tingling. When they parted, she was wide-eyed.
‘Wow,’ she said. ‘What was that for?’
‘I missed you,’ he said simply. ‘Plus I remembered I hadn’t given you a proper birthday kiss. Did you have a good day?’
‘Better than good. I’ll tell you and Jeremy all about it. Where is he?’
‘Where do you think, sweetheart? In the kitchen, of course.’
You can get your hands on Stately Pleasures here.
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!
April 5, 2014
Saturday Spankings #23 – #SatSpanks
Yay, it’s time for more Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. This is another snippet from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures and follows on directly from last week’s. Enjoy!
By the time the blows ceased, Alice was collapsed onto the desk, her upper body crushed against it, with silent tears running down her face. But she hadn’t screamed, or yelled. Granted, she’d almost clawed holes in the desk, and bitten her lip until it bled, but still, she’d kept quiet. And for that, she was incredibly proud of herself.
As she started to come back to herself, she noticed two things – one, her pussy was saturated and ached to be penetrated, and two, Jeremy was standing right in front of her, his stiff cock in his hand.
Arching her neck to look at him, she opened her mouth when he indicated he wanted to put his prick in it. It was long, thick, and warm. Stinging arse almost forgotten, Alice moved forward to pleasure him.
I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…
April 3, 2014
Sexy Just Walked Into Town Now in Print!
Hi everyone,
I’m just stopping by with some fabulous news – the Brit Babes anthology, Sexy Just Walked Into Town, is now available in print!
The eBook version is free, and will continue to be free, but if you prefer to hold a physical book in your hands while you’re reading sexy stories, then we can help out there, too! If you’re going to be at Smut by the Sea in June, we’ll have copies available there. If you can’t make it, you can bag a copy at the link below.
Here’s a reminder of what it’s all about:
Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. These eight British authors have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.
Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes just know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!
Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sexy-just-walked-into-town/
Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20784067-sexy-just-walked-into-town
Also, while I’ve got you, don’t forget that Letters to a War Zone is on blog tour this week. Check out the posts here, and remember to enter the giveaway!
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
April 1, 2014
Dungeon Crawl #6
Welcome to the sixth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.
So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!
Jeremy, with his dark, cropped hair, expressive blue eyes, sinfully plump lips and … Fuck, he even had beautiful hands. Long, graceful-looking fingers that she suspected had just been playing with her pussy. So they probably smelled of her. Words just couldn’t describe how sexy he was. And she hadn’t even seen any of his body yet. It was clear that he looked after himself, but he wasn’t as big as Ethan in the muscle department. Regardless of that, she’d probably still turn into a puddle of mush at his feet when she saw him naked for the first time.
Then there was Ethan, who certainly didn’t play second fiddle to his friend in the looks department. He was attractive in a completely different way. His height and muscular frame would immediately draw the eye of any straight woman in a room. Even if her husband was Brad Pitt or George Clooney. But where Jeremy was handsome in a brooding and traditional sense, Ethan was much more approachable. His chin-length brown hair, green eyes, and smile to die for would have the ladies queuing up to talk to him, especially when he flashed his dimples. But he could also give off vibes designed to keep everyone away – particularly when he looked all intense. Dependent on the reason for the intensity, of course. He’d looked pretty full on when they’d been together earlier, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so hot for a man.
Until now, of course. She was super-hot for both of them. Two fucking men, for God’s sake! Two intelligent, gorgeous, sexy men.
Suddenly, Alice was worried. They hadn’t even started playing their kinky games for real yet, and she was already shocked by the strength of her need. If they carried on like this, those feelings would grow stronger and maybe mutate into something emotional, as well as sexual. And that would never do.
There was no way she could afford to fall in love with one of them. That would cost her much more than her career. It would cost her heart.
Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.
See the other blogs taking part here.
Caught between a Holstein and a Gander! by Karen Rock (@karenrock5)
Growing up, I looked forward to visiting my grandparents’ Century dairy farm every Sunday. A century farm is a farm that’s been owned, continuously, by the same family for over a hundred years. Mine had raised Holsteins on their land in Malone, New York, for over two hundred plus years. Although Malone is a small, rural town, it’s famous in a way that meant everything to me as a girl. Still does. As a fan of the Little House on the Prairie books, I thrilled at knowing that my family had known the Wilder family and that Almanzo, Laura Ingalls Wilder’s husband, had grown up in this beautiful countryside. It fired up my imagination to read Farmer Boy and see Malone through Manny’s eyes. Although I loved every book in that series, especially These Happy Golden Years, I reread Farmer Boy the most since it was so close to home.
Like Almanzo, I had my own set of adventures on the farm and though some didn’t end well, as the one I’m about to relate, they’ve all stayed with me and inspired me while writing His Hometown Girl. This particular adventure began while I was spending a summer weekend at my grandparents’ farm house. I loved any excuse to stay there since it meant I got to sleep in the guest room which had cream wallpaper with a pink rosebud pattern, slanted ceilings, a four post bed and a cherry vanity. It made me feel like royalty to stay there, especially since my grandmother always fussed over me and made my favorites like chicken and biscuits and shepherd’s pie.
Best of all, I got to spend time around the farm animals. I helped my Uncle Bob in the barn a bit, though I usually got up too late to do much with the morning milking. Nevertheless, I considered myself good at handling cows and their size and strength had never intimidated me, not with those large brown eyes and docile nature. So when my grandmother told me the goslings were learning to swim in the duck pond, I didn’t think twice about jamming my feet into sneakers and heading for that pasture.
It was a bright summer day, the morning air so crisp I could have taken a bite out of it. I raced down the long driveway shadowed by towering sugar maples and ignored my grandmother’s shout to be careful around the cows. She always said that. I did, however, look for a spot to get through the electric fence where there weren’t any around. I didn’t want them thinking I had carrots in my pockets (which I usually did but forgot in my rush). The black and white Holsteins were a bit of a distance off, their heads lowered as they nibbled at the shorn grass.
I ignored the urge that always had me holding on to electric fences to see how long before I let go, and ducked between the top and middle barbed wires. Immediately, a number of the cows’ heads popped up. I was about thirty feet from the fence before I few started trotting my way. Instead of the friendly lowing I heard whenever I entered the barn, I heard their stomping feet and angry breaths. My heart hammered. Where were the gentle creatures that tickled my fingers with their velvety muzzles? Suddenly the sun felt hot on my neck and a trickle of sweat ran down my back. I eyed the fenced in duck pond area then the electric fence along the driveway. Did I need to make a run for it? If so, the driveway was closer. But through the rushes, I glimpsed a pair of tall Canadian geese and their goslings swimming on the pond. I had to get a closer look.
I raced for the pond and the cows charged. I could hardly believe how aggressive they were. They knew me. And I thought only bulls charged… boy was I wrong! These gals were tough… terrifying actually. I barely made it to the duck pond before the cows stopped short and stared me down across the flimsy divide. My breath couldn’t be caught and it left me as I collapsed to the ground. I was glad to have made it, but frightened about getting back. Would the cows forget about me? Let me sneak away in peace after I got my fill of the adorable baby geese? I hoped so.
I crept to the pond’s edge and sighed in delight as I spotted them. They were so tiny as they paddled after their magnificent parents! As their feathers hadn’t come in, they were still covered with a fuzzy- looking beige and tan down. They kept calling to their mother and the din made me forget, for a little while, about the huffing cows that still hadn’t left the pond’s fence. Lost in that moment, I laid on my stomach and watched the water ripple behind the proud family as they circled the pond. I must have closed my eyes because I loud squawk made them snap back open. The gander had spotted me and he wasn’t happy to have an intruder near his children. I jumped to my feet, remembering times I’d felt the pinch of a beak on my hand when I’d fed overeager birds. Scrambling backwards as the male goose waddled faster than I could have ever imagined, I slipped and fell hard. His nip on my sneaker had me back on my feet and this time, I all out raced to the fence. Only… the cows that had chased me there hadn’t left. I was literally caught between a protective goose and territorial cows. What to do?
Since we didn’t have cell phones back then, and the farm house was too far away to call for help, I raced around the pond, the gander on my heels, honking all the way. I leaped on top of a small house we’d built for them, out of reach of his snapping beak. Hours passed, or at least it felt that way, as I sat on the roof, my knees clutched to my chest. Eventually, the goose returned to his family, but the cows never wandered far, essentially pinning me down.
At last, I saw one of my uncle’s farm hands driving a tractor up the drive and stood up to flag him down. He waved his hands up and down when he entered the pasture, and the cows shied away from him. I was so relieved that I hugged him when we were out of the pasture. Later, at dinner, he stayed to regal everyone with the tale about how I’d been held hostage by a twenty pound goose and a bunch of cows. It was hard not to laugh along with the story, but I never forgot to have a healthy respect for ‘innocent’ farm animals again! 
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Blurb:
He’d always managed to best her…
Jodi Chapman will do whatever it takes to get top care for her autistic son. If that means going home and convincing local farmers to sell their land, so be it. Even if her biggest opponent, childhood rival Daniel Gleason, is equally determined to convince farmers to buy into his co-op plan. And he’s not playing fair.
Facing off against Daniel is the last thing Jodi wants. The attraction that’s always fueled their competitiveness is as strong as ever and just as distracting. But with both their futures on the line, and years of distrust between them, how can they ever be on the same side?
You can find His Hometown Girl on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20501051-his-hometown-girl
You can buy His Hometown Girl here:
- Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1daYrXx
- Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1ktNqWq
- eHarlequin: http://bit.ly/KaSxKm
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About the Author:
Karen Rock has adored romance since receiving Harlequin Presents books from her grandmother each summer. She formed her Young Adult writing partnership, J.K. Rock- pseudonym for the CAMP BOYFRIEND series, with her sister-in-law and Blaze author, Joanne Rock in 2011. When Karen heard of a call for submissions to Heartwarming, Harlequin’s latest line, she was inspired by the possibilities of writing unforgettable, deeply romantic, tender love stories that mothers would feel comfortable sharing with their daughters. Since then, her first Harlequin, WISH ME TOMORROW came out in September, 2013 and her next novel HIS HOMETOWN GIRL comes out in March, 2014 with three more releases expected this year.
When she’s not writing, Karen loves scouring estate sales for vintage books, cooking her grandmother’s family recipes, hiking the ‘high peaks’, and redesigning her gardens. She lives in the Adirondack Mountain region with her husband, daughter, and two Cavalier King cocker spaniels who have yet to understand the concept of “fetch” though they know a lot about love. For more information about Karen’s upcoming books, check out her website at http://www.karenrock.com, Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/karenrockwrites or follow her on twitter at http://www.twitter.com/karenrock5 . She’d love to hear from you!
You can find and contact Karen here:
- Website: http://www.karenrock.com
- Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/karenrockwrites
- Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/karenrock5
- Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6761362.Karen_Rock
- Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/karenrockauthor/
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March 31, 2014
Billionaires Abound… by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)
Really. They were everywhere for a while there. I guess we can thank Christian Grey for that one. And how many are there in the real world? I have no answer, maybe you do. Probably more than I expect but a lot less than the fiction world would lead us to believe. So when I was asked by an editor I adore to write an erotic romance that maybe included a rich guy, I had to think…how rich did I want to make him?
I wanted Dorian Martin to be believably rich. Not the kind of rich where I’d be like: really? Who can do that? Who can afford that? So I settled for old money. Family money. And just enough of it to have some luxury without testing the limits of my belief.
I have to admit, now that he’s available for the world to read, I think Dorian turned out quite yummy. Buying and revamping a luxury mall, having access to a small private plane, wooing a girl with his magical key that opens any store, offering up a trip to Paris…not very hard to believe for a lot of people.
And he’s not just rich. He’s handsome, funny, kind but no pushover. He’s perfectly imperfect and the kind of man it would be damn near impossible not to fall in love with. More than anything, he’s one of my favorite heroes ever. He’s a dream come true and not just because he has some moolah but because he had a very generous heart. And his body certainly isn’t hard to look at.
What’s not to like?
Blurb:
Trapped inside a luxury mall during a violent storm, small town girl, Clover Brite, is thrust into the arms of international playboy Dorian Martin. Lightning strikes inside the building as well as outside…
Clover is the site manager for the renovation of the Baltimore Rotunda and first meets the owner, Dorian, when the ‘storm of the century’ traps the two of them inside the luxury mall. Upscale stores surround them and all are available at the end of Dorian’s keyring, and though money doesn’t impress her much, they begin to fall for each other.
Too aware of the differences between them and struggling with angst from her childhood, Clover flees back to her small town world. Dorian follows in hot pursuit. But will Clover realise that what happened that stormy night could lead to a future?
Excerpt:
He pulled me to him, his hand chivalrously against my lower back. He held my right hand, not stiffly and formally but close to his chest, and pressed his cheek to mine. We danced.
I shut my eyes and simply let myself be. I didn’t want to analyse this situation, I wanted to cherish it.
He hummed softly and we rocked. It wasn’t a big shiny dance number, it was subtle. It wasn’t that flashy movie moment, it was two people holding each other and moving just a bit as a storm raged outside.
‘What are you humming?’ I whispered. It felt right to whisper.
‘You don’t recognise it?’
I inhaled deeply and the scent of Dorian Martin filled my head. It was magical. It made me feel unhinged in the most wonderful way.
‘I do but I can’t quite put my finger on it.’
‘My mother used to play it endlessly when I was growing up. On an album, no less.’
That made me laugh. ‘You really are ancient, right?’
He chuckled. I felt him kiss my hair and desire, sudden and startling, hit me. I tried to remember wanting a man the way I found myself wanting this one. I couldn’t recall a single instance.
‘I know. Old as dirt.’ Then he turned me slowly and I could see the empty marquee over his shoulder. He hummed a bit more and then, softly, ‘Strangers in the Night . . .’
I smiled. ‘Only it’s not night.’
‘Sounds better than strangers in the rainy afternoon.’
‘Strangers in a monsoon?’ I teased.
‘It’s actually a super-storm. Like a sci-fi movie.’
‘When does the octosharkogator arrive?’
‘I’m not sure,’ he said. Up close his eyes were a true evergreen. He watched me intently. I’d never felt more naked. Especially while utterly clothed and upright.
‘Oh.’ I’d run out of pithy responses.
‘But I know I’d better do this before it gets here.’
We didn’t stop moving. We kept rocking gently, more of a cooperative sway than a dance, as he pushed his hands into my hair and held my head. His mouth was warm and soft and tasted of sweet red wine.
When he kissed me, I felt something in me crumble. Some part that I had fought to hold tight to, calm and stiff against all worry and loneliness. I had my grandmother, sure, but that was all I had. I treasured her but it was no substitute for some kind of romantic attachment in my life. I didn’t need a knight in shining armour, but a person to share things with wouldn’t hurt. It was a fact I rarely let myself examine. A craving I rarely let myself surrender to.
I kissed him back and the hunger in that kiss scared me. It was terrifying, in that moment, how my hands roamed over him and my heart beat just for him. How the sound I made was a very simple broadcast of desire. Normally I’d have been mortified, horrified, embarrassed.
I wasn’t. I was happy right there, right then, in his arms as the weather raged on.
[To be continued]
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Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Lost in You, Restricted Release, Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
March 30, 2014
Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures
It’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m sharing another snog from Stately Pleasures. This takes place not too long after last week’s snog. Enjoy!
So now she sat in the middle of the huge bed, watching them get naked and wondering exactly what was in store for her.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Soon she was looking at two bare male bodies as they advanced on her. Jeremy asked Ethan to go and sit on the other side of the bed, while he clambered up alongside Alice. Kneeling in front of her, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was deep, possessive; probably the hottest kiss she’d ever had. So hot, in fact, that she grew wet almost immediately and felt her juices trickle down her crack and onto Jeremy’s no doubt designer bedspread. Oh well. He had enough money to buy a thousand of the things. What was a little girl-come in the scheme of things?
His tongue swept in and out of her mouth with each movement of their lips, alternately fighting and slipping against hers. It continued for some time, sometimes heavy, sometimes gentle, and by the time Jeremy pulled away, Alice was breathing heavily. Her nipples were erect, her clit swollen, and all that had been touched was her face and mouth. She had to bite her bottom lip to avoid blurting out how much she really just wanted to fuck. A glance down at Jeremy’s crotch told her that he did too. And they would; all in good time. Or, more precisely, when he said so.
‘Alice,’ Jeremy said, his voice low and laden with intent, ‘lie back and make yourself comfortable.’
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