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Evernight Valentine’s Day Love Scene Blog Hop

Hello and welcome to Evernight’s Love Scene Blog Hop. This is where participants are sharing love scenes either from published or upcoming Evernight Publishing books, or writing entirely new scenes revolving around characters from Evernight titles.

I’m sharing a super hot scene from my latest Evernight Publishing title – Out in the Cold, which was just released as part of the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Alpha shifters… what could be better? Yum!

So, without further ado, here’s my love scene. Enjoy. Don’t forget to then scroll down and enter to win a cool prize in the Rafflecopter. For the grand prize, one lucky winner will receive a $100 Visa gift card for a night out to be randomly chosen from all blog comments – so be sure to leave a comment, including your email address in the body to be eligible. Then check out the rest of the sites taking part in the hop for more smokin’ hot scenes and fab prizes.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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“Screw your job. You’re with me now. You don’t need a job. But if you really want one, you need to find one that means you come home to me every night. Either that, or you can just work for me. I’ll pay you a decent wage. Now, let’s stop talking, eh?”



“Okay.”



Kane rolled off Paul and got to his feet, quickly pulling off his clothes again and discarding them on the floor. A glance across the room assured him that Paul was doing the same. He waited, watched, as the other man’s delectable body was revealed once more. Broad shoulders, muscles to die for, a torso so lickable it should have been illegal. This time he didn’t try to hide that he was watching, or resist the lure. He simply stared, transfixed at Paul, his own cock lurching as he saw just how engorged Paul’s was. Their need for each other was completely and utterly mutual and apparent, and it was time to give in to it.



“Back on the bed,” Kane ordered, crossing to his bedside table and retrieving some lube. A condom was unnecessary—shifters couldn’t contract human diseases—but the lube was definitely needed. He was going to be more than a little hard on Paul, and he didn’t want to hurt him. Not badly, anyway. He was sure the other man could take a little discomfort.



Hopping onto the mattress, he tossed the little bottle down beside him, then reached for Paul, slipping his hand behind his neck once more, closing the gap between them fast. Their mouths were already open when their lips contacted, tongues seeking entry, seeking each other. Their respective moans mingled in the still air of the bedroom as their hands wandered, grasping, groping, stroking. Hungry, needy.



Palming Paul’s cock, Kane reveled in how hot and hard it was beneath his touch, like the softest velvet wrapped around the most rigid steel, and he wondered if he could make the other man climax just by fucking his arse—with no stimulation on his cock whatsoever. It was time to find out.



“On your back.” He wanted to watch Paul’s face as they screwed, especially if Paul climaxed—it would be amazing.



Nodding, Paul rolled onto his back and bent his knees, spreading his legs and presenting Kane with easy access to his arsehole. “Delicious,” Kane said, grabbing the bottle of lube and moving between Paul’s thighs. Flipping open the cap of lube, he spread a liberal amount over his fingers, then circled Paul’s hole. The other man gasped, flinched slightly, but didn’t try to move away. In fact, he seemed to welcome the action, jerking his hips, encouraging Kane. It was fucking hot.



After squirting more liquid onto his digits, he began to work them inside Paul, stretching him and making the passage slippery. Finally, he smeared some of the stuff onto his own shaft, making sure there was plenty on his bell end. Once he started, he didn’t want to stop, not for anything. So he had to get it right first time, to ease the passage so he could sink inside the man in one fell swoop, possess him, fuck him.



Flinging the bottle aside, he wiped his sticky hand on the duvet and crawled up so his and Paul’s torsos were aligned, and his cock was in position. Kane rocked his hips, sliding his shaft against Paul’s balls and cock, tantalizing them both, for a few seconds. Then he reached down and grasped the base of his dick, lined up so the head pressed against Paul’s ring. Then, glancing up at Paul’s face for confirmation, he pushed inside. The other man bore down, making the initial resistance much less, entry much easier. Kane soon popped past the tight circle of muscle and was inside.



Continuing to push inside, Kane’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was enveloped by an impossibly tight grip and a powerful sense of completion. He was sure it was something to do with the bite, with his animal side, but as he couldn’t answer any of the questions that arose, he concentrated instead on the sensation, and losing himself in it.



Once he was balls-deep inside his lover, it didn’t take long to lose himself. For as long as he could manage without driving himself insane, he pumped slowly in and out of Paul’s back passage, each dragging motion pushing him closer to climax. Leaning down, he captured the other man’s lips in a heated kiss, one that made their already short breaths even more ragged, even more halting. They moved together, lips and cock and arse, in unison, as though they’d been doing this for years, as though they knew each other inside out and back to front. Paul reached up and tangled his hands in his lover’s hair, pulling Kane harder onto his mouth, forcing their tongues deeper.

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Gay/Straight Alpha Males: Hype or Stereotype? by Tyler Robbins (@robin_badillo)

I’ve found myself paying more and more attention to people lately. Not because I want to, but because, as a writer, I really have to. Strangely enough, what’s really caught my attention is the way people, in general, typically see gay men.

Take my father for instance. He’s a product of the 60’s and was only seventeen when I was born in ’69. (yeah, I don’t mind telling my age)

He reached adulthood in the middle of a worldwide revolution of epic proportions with the equal rights movement, Vietnam, The Cold War, sex, drugs and rock-n-roll, not to mention becoming a father while still in high school.

For a blue-collar, country boy from east Texas, and rather conservative in his ideals, he’s secure enough with his masculinity to admit his man-crush on Matthew McConaughey. (Who hasn’t fantasized about that one?)

That being said, he still falls into a category of people who believe gay men are, as he’s put it, limp-wristed. He’s under the impression that in order for a man to be gay, he must be overtly feminine, and for a woman to be lesbian, she must be excessively masculine and butch.

Sadly, he’s not alone.

It’s this wide-spread misconception that drives me to write gay, male characters more aligned with the reality of all men, gay or straight. They come in all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities. They have different likes, dislikes, personalities, and believe it or not, they can like sports, and kick some ass. They can be broody, hard-headed, and even out of touch with their emotions and feelings. Sounds like any man, right?

Gay men are no different than straight men, with the exception of the obvious, their sexual preferences. It really bugs me when people see a stereotype and run with it, as though it’s the “rule”.

There have been occasions when my kids and I have been discussing certain movies or television programs, and one of them (usually my oldest daughter) mentions the fact that a particular actor is gay. We’ll start discussing how much we love the actor, his partner, and how cute they look together.

This is when my dad usually freaks out, unable to believe the actor is gay. “That guy’s not gay. He’s playing a married man!”

Um, yes, Dad. It’s called acting.

The same goes when people see a straight man/woman playing an LGBT character. People really don’t get it, and I find the confusion intriguing, but disheartening at the same time.

What’s so hard to understand?

Are we so far behind in social development that everything and everyone must follow some rule or ideal to make everyone else happy?

Should gay men wear pink or a sign on their chests declaring their gayness? Look at me!! I’m here! I’m gay, and I’m fab-u-lous!! *finger snap

I don’t wear a sign stating: Middle-aged, Overweight, Under-sexed, Mother of Four.

Though, to be fair, nobody really cares about me anyway.

I, for one, love the surprise and the refreshing truth of being human, sexuality aside. The hype behind how one should “look” or “act” depending on their sexuality is outdated and cliché. And to be honest, it’s somewhat naïve and borders on being insulting.

I personally enjoy writing male characters in general, gay or straight. Characters who break the molds, and live up to their reputations as dominators, the protectors, the chest-pounding, howling at the moon, alpha male. Or the smart, geeky guy who still saves the day with his brains and clever wit. Outsmarting his foe with finesse and style, but who will still take a beating or a bullet for the one he loves.

The kind of man who rules the bedroom with a fire in his eyes, and a feverish need in his groin, wrapped in a package of muscles and brawn, who will take you like a hungry beast when passion flares, or instantly morph into the tenderest lover ever known at the sound of his partner’s vulnerable sigh.

There’s no degree of masculinity set in stone for any character as long as he meets the qualification of a hero and exceeds the reader’s expectations.

So the next time you pick up a book, take a second to think about what you expect to find between the pages. If the hero surprises you, then you’ve found exactly what every character, gay or straight, should bring to a story—reality.

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“The Becoming”

Evernight Publishing’s A lpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology

Every year, wolf packs along the Texas Gulf Coast gather for what is known as the becoming. A ceremony where young adult shifters transition into their wolf form for the first time and when each wolf’s spirits selects their destined mate.

As the son of an alpha, Josh Spinner has dreaded this day ever since he first realized he was gay, but planned to go through with the becoming, denying his true self forever.

Braden Scott, the only son of an exiled omega wolf, has lived in the shadows of shame since his father’s banishment before he was even born. The becoming was his only shot of ever being accepted into the fold.

Neither man expected their undeniable attraction and neither are prepared for the fallout that follows.

Natural selection separates the men from the boys, but destiny seals their fate.    

Excerpt:

Braden followed him for several minutes until the light from the campfires faded into the darkness behind them. Out of breath and feeling like he was about to come out of his own skin, he backed off. “I’m just trying to figure it out, man.”

In an instant, Josh stopped, turned on his heel and charged at Braden, slamming him against a tree.

Braden’s heart jumped, and his cock thumped the second he felt Josh’s erection pressing against his hip.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

Braden drew in a deep breath to calm himself. “Why?”

Josh’s nostrils flared, and he seemed to search Braden’s eyes. The tight strain on his brow loosened with each passing second, and he slowly released the intimidating hold on Braden. “Because you’re gonna fuck everything up.”

Confused, Braden reached out and gripped Josh’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything.”

Josh’s gaze drifted down to Braden’s mouth, and he licked his lips. “My future’s been planned. I’m destined to be an alpha.” Pausing, he clenched his jaw and blinked rapidly as though desperate to explain. “But I’ve never—”

“So you do feel it?”

Josh pushed away. “My whole fucking life I’ve waited to feel … that. Whatever it was.”

“I have, too.”

Josh’s chest rose and fell, and his expression twisted. “They won’t allow it.”

“You don’t know that.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Are there rules?”

“Rules?” Josh stepped back and laughed sarcastically. “Some rules are the same in all societies, shifter and human.”

Braden reached out for him, unable to go another second without touching the other man. “I have to know.”

“Know what?”

“This.” He grabbed Josh by the collar of his shirt and jerked him near. “I gotta know, even if it’s just one time, how it feels to be true to myself.”

Josh closed his eyes. His nostrils flared wide, and his hands trembled as he grasped Braden’s shoulder.

Braden’s shaky exhale echoed between them, and he inched closer until he could literally taste Josh’s breath. “Gotta—”

Josh’s mouth engulfed his, and Braden whimpered from the rush of emotions bombarding his entire body like hot coals from a raging fire zapping out one by one, torpedoing his skin, inch by glorious inch.

Braden wrapped his tongue around Josh’s and sucked it into his mouth, deeper and deeper, as if consuming the other man would satisfy his insatiable appetite for more. He jammed his hardened cock against Josh’s and dry humped him through their jeans. “Feels so right.”

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Author Bio:

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that gray hair is merely God’s graffiti!!

Blog: Tyler’s Naughty Notions:

http://www.tylerrobbins.org

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo

FB Fan Page:

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Twitter:

https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

An Interview with Shiloh Saddler (@shilohsaddler)

I’m delighted to welcome Shiloh Saddler to my site today, to talk about her latest release, her addiction to coffee and the hotness that is Matt Bomer.

 

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Let’s see I’m addicted to coffee. That’s like the first thing everyone who meets me learns. I’m a cat person and love spending a lot of time with my black cat. I enjoy being in the outdoors and am hoping we’ll get snow soon so I can go snowmobiling. I live a quiet life and spend a lot of time in my pyjamas, book in hand.

The best part about being a writer is setting your own hours. I’m a night owl and I’m often writing or editing until midnight or one o’clock in the morning. During the day I often make my office at the local Starbucks. And people watching has now become a hobby. So watch out!

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

Saltwater Lover primarily takes place aboard a slaving ship in 1800. I had to do a lot of research on the slave trade and voyages from Africa to America. I was surprised to learn there was no mandated size for a slaving ship and many were small ships with a barebones crew. The Captain had a lot put on his shoulders to look after his cargo, man the ship, and see to his crew. I hope I conveyed all of those responsibilities in my portrayal of Captain Mather.

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I have many friends who are writers and they encouraged me to write some of my sexy ideas down. It took a lot of convincing to get me started and then I was hooked.

I was lucky. The first novella I wrote was accepted by the e-publisher I submitted it to. I like the digital age. I’m a big fan of ebooks.

 

What are you currently working on?

I’m working on a historical M/M interracial wolf shifter series set in the antebellum south. This will be my first time going outside the bounds of straight historical romance. I’m actually having a lot of fun with my wolf shifter guys.

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

No. Every story is inspired by something different. I don’t keep track of celebrities very much. As a GLBT historical romance author my muse tends to be more of a historical nature. Perhaps a history textbook I read or a documentary I saw on TV.

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

I see myself continuing to write GLBT historical romance, however I may expand to other genres: contemporary, fantasy, sci-fi. I will have built up quite a backlist of titles and hopefully gotten myself a website.

Non-writing wise I see myself owning a house and having a writing office and fighting over the computer chair with my cat.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscled

Tall or short? Tall

Boxers or briefs? Briefs

Moustache or beard? Beard

Long hair or shaven head? Long hair

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos

Intelligent or funny? Intelligent

Blond, brunette or red head? Blond

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? Matt Bomer from White Collar. That guy is sexy and smart. I like a man who walks a little on the wild side.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Carrie Underwood. She’s beautiful inside and out and she can sing!

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) Miley Cyrus… I think she’s gone crazy.

Favourite food Chocolate

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) That changes all the time! Right now I’ll say

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like)

Anything else you’d like to add?

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

 

Excerpt:

When the captain reached him, Kojo’s pulse quickened, jumping several beats. The man’s green gaze scanned his muscular chest, glistening with sweat from the long walk. He wrapped a hand around Kojo’s chin, drawing his face gently toward him. His touch was not forceful as Kojo had expected, only enough pressure to direct the movement. The captain smelled of tobacco and rum and a spice Kojo couldn’t name. It was a manly, intoxicating scent.

The man’s calloused fingers trailed down Kojo’s neck, lingering for a moment at the base of his throat. Kojo felt the man’s hot breath on his lips, merely inches from his own. His round face and toned arms made it hard for Kojo to guess his age. A few strands of silver were mixed into his beard and at his hairline but were hard to see—perhaps forty?

Unbridled lust gleamed in the captain’s eyes and yet Kojo wasn’t terrified. It made him feel alive, wanted. Under the man’s predatory gaze, Kojo’s cock thickened, straining against the confines of his breechcloth. No man had looked at him or touched him like that before. And he liked it.

The captain smiled, the harshness in his eyes easing by a fraction.

Kojo’s cheeks burned.

One of the catchermen laughed, peering at Kojo’s loins.

The heat in Kojo’s cheeks spread throughout his whole body. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

The captain shouted at the laughing man and he shut up.

The muscular white man guarding him started arguing with the captain. Kojo didn’t know what they were saying, but the man pointed at him. The captain must have told the man to guard another section of slaves, because his guard changed.

Returning his attention to Kojo, he tipped up his chin as if to tell him not to be ashamed. Then he slipped his fingers around the sacred bead hanging on a piece of leather from his neck. Kojo figured the man was going to cut it off with the small knife hanging in a sheath on his belt. But he didn’t.

The captain’s hand barely brushed his chest as he let go of the bead. The contact was so light Kojo wondered if he had imagined it. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires.

 

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Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/

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Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!***

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An Interview with Leigh Ellwood (@LeighEllwood)

I’m delighted to welcome Leigh Ellwood to the site, where she’s dishing the dirt on her life and her new and upcoming releases. Welcome, Leigh!

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Thanks for having me today! I am happily married, mother of one. I work full-time in book publishing and sales, and write romance and mystery. I have been published for about ten years now under different pen names, and I enjoy writing a variety of romantic and erotic sub-genres. I practice yoga daily for exercise, and drink a lot of caffeine!

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

My latest short is a lesbian erotic story called A TASTE OF VANILLA. It’s an interracial romance, about a woman experimenting with her sexuality and going outside the box, testing her comfort zones, to find the perfect mate. This story appeared in a shorter version in an anthology I edited for Coming Together (COMING TOGETHER: GIRL ON GIRL). I revised and lengthened the story for solo release, and plan to write more in a series.

I also have stories coming out later this year with Ellora’s Cave and Decadent Publishing.

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I have been writing in some form or another for most of my life, but I published my first story for a Colorado magazine when I was 19. After several rejections, I published my first novel ten years later. I have written articles for magazines, greeting cards, book reviews, blogs…you name it. It seems I was born with a pen in my hand.

 

What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on follow-up stories for my Ellora’s Cave and Decadent releases. The EC story is a lesbian romance, and the Decadent is M/M.

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

Not really. Many authors picture a film star, but the faces of my characters don’t take on those physical qualities. I try to keep original images when I create people in my stories. As for muses, I find the world is my muse. I’ll hear a song, see something on the news, then I get an idea.

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

I hope to have more books, more readers, and a bit more money in five years! I guess we all want that as authors, but as long as I can move around without feeling pain I’m good.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Always liked the skinny boys, don’t know why.

Tall or short? Tall – my husband is tall.

Boxers or briefs? Boxers – they’re colourful.

Moustache or beard? Actually neither – I like them clean shaven.

Long hair or shaven head? Long hair, good for pulling. J

Tattoos or piercings? Again, neither. They don’t do anything for me.

Intelligent or funny? How about intelligently funny?

Blond, brunette or red head? Brunettes – we do have fun, too.

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? This varies, but currently it’s Tom Hiddleston. Just saw his Henry V and it was stunning.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) I’ve always liked Kate Winslet, ever since Sense and Sensibility.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) I could live without all the real housewives and reality “stars”. I don’t see the appeal in shows where people shout at each other for thirty minutes.

Favourite food Eggs Benedict for brunch. I only have it once a year or so, it’s so rich.

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Too many to list here. I love Dick Francis mysteries, the Harry Potter books, the Valdemar books by Mercedes Lackey.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) New York City, just because.

Anything else you’d like to add? Go, Braves!

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

A TASTE OF VANILLA by Leigh Ellwood

Beautiful Cecile Robbins smells like spice and vanilla, and Hailie can’t resist a taste. Curiosity turns into sensual exploration in this sexy F/F romance.

 

Excerpt

Hailie watched the onscreen couple embrace and kiss, and swallowed back a catch in her throat. She’d seen her share of love scenes in her favorite soaps and movies, but never two women together, and this looked damn near pornographic by comparison. When Veronique—Hailie assumed she was the blond-haired one—sat back on her heels and slid a hand up the other woman’s thigh, Hailie felt the touch in her heart, then down to her pussy. She knew they were actors, but the emotion appeared genuine, and it certainly moved Hailie.

Veronique edged closer to her lover, pushing out her shadowed pussy to connect with the other woman’s thigh. The camera zeroed in just as their mounds pressed together and began a slow grind. Light moaning and breathing accompanied their rhythmic lovemaking, drawing Hailie deeper into this world of grainy black and white sin.

Something pressed against her knee. Hailie looked down at Cecile’s fingers tracing a circle on Hailie’s slacks.

She turned to Cecile, whispering despite their seclusion. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” Cecile said. “More of a spontaneous action,” she lifted her hand, “but if you’re uncomfortable I’ll stop—”

“I meant the movie.”

Cecile laughed. “I don’t pick the schedule here.”

“You picked the meeting place,” Hailie pointed out, “and how convenient it was to hook up in time to catch this particular show—”

Cecile silenced her with a kiss, with soft lips and a gentle thrust of her tongue across the seam of Hailie’s closed mouth. She felt warm and the aroma of vanilla strengthened with their closeness. Blood pounded in Hailie’s head, muffling the background noise of Sapphic ecstasy. Hailie couldn’t move—unsure of what to do in return. Open her mouth? Reach over and pull Cecile to her?

 

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Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Leigh Ellwood – Variety and Spice!

Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works. Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.

http://www.leighellwood.com

http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com

http://www.facebook.com/leighellwoodauthor

@LeighEllwood

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

My Writing Process Blog Tour #mywritingprocess

I was tagged by K D Grace to take part in this blog tour/hop thingy-ma-jig, so here goes! Basically I answer four questions about my writing process and tag three other writers who will blog next week. They’ll then tag three writers, and so on…

1)     What am I working on?

I’m currently working on my next novel, The Persecution of the Wolves, which is a paranormal erotic romance and suspense – a bit of a mouthful, I know, but it’s been so much fun to write and is my longest work to date. Once it’s finished (hopefully soon) I’ll be giving it a breather for a few weeks, then coming back and doing a second draft, then sending it to beta readers. Hopefully I’ll have it sent to a publisher within a couple of months.

2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I suppose that would be down to my “voice.” I don’t ever try and write like someone else. I just write in a way that feels natural to me without worrying too much about it, and then it sounds like me. And nobody else can sound exactly like me, can they? Just like I can’t sound exactly like someone else.

3)     Why do I write what I do?

Because I got into it as part of a dare and never looked back. I found I enjoyed writing erotica, then I branched out into erotic romance, and now I write all kinds of things, all of which are smutty in one way or another. I’ll probably write mainstream books at one point, but while I still have all these sexy books crowding in my brain, waiting to be written, I’ll keep going.

4)     How does your writing process work?

I don’t think I have one, not really. For the most part, my writing takes a back seat to running my business (http://www.writermarketing.co.uk) as the business is guaranteed cash – someone paying me to work for them. Whereas earning an income from writing is much more unpredictable. So I squeeze my writing in around everything else that I do, and somehow books get finished, edited and sent to publishers. By some miracle, most of them get published! During NaNoWriMo last year things reversed and my novel took precedence over everything else, which was interesting – especially since the book still isn’t finished! As I write this post, it’s at just over 85k and still going… maybe three or four chapters to go. Watch this space.

Thanks for stopping by! I only got one response from the authors I tagged, so here goes…

Alison Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red), and tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes it won’t rain if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you’re dead. She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over NIN, and the Stones over everyone. Yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful weakness for 80s hair bands.

In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of eighteen years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.

Visit her website at www.alisontyler.com.***

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An Interview with Elizabeth Morgan (@EMorgan2010)

I’m delighted to have Elizabeth Morgan on my blog today, dishing the dirt on her day job, mythology and The Big Bang Theory. Take it away, Elizabeth…

 

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

As Elizabeth Morgan I write erotic romance, mainly in the subgenres; paranormal, urban fantasy, and contemporary.

Non-writing me has a day job in a clothes shop. When I’m not at work, or writing, I tend to watch a lot of films, or read, or I’m being hassled by my two cats to feed, cuddle, or play with them. And from spring to autumn I spend a fair bit of time gardening.

I’m constantly listening to music; I actually studied musical theatre in college. I originally wanted to be an actress. I do love anything theatrical. I actually collect costume masks. I am fascinated by Greek and Egyptian mythology as well as folklore and fairytales.

Give us the background on your latest release.

The idea for Truth or Dare? Was inspired by an episode of The Big Bang Theory. It was the episode where Leonard’s mother visits, and drives Penny and Leonard to drink. They end up getting rather drunk by doing Tequila shots, and things turn a little naughty. Yeah, you’ve seen this episode.

Anyway, I watched this episode – and this particular scene – and I just thought, “hmm, what a sexy and fun little story this would make.” Throw a naughty game of Truth or Dare? Into the mix and the rest of the story just grew from there.

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I have wrote on and off since childhood, but it wasn’t until I was in college and we were given assignments to write our own scripts that I actually really got into it. A friend of mine read one of my scripts and told me that I should try writing a book, so I did, and have continued to do so.

My route to publication was rather slow at first. I was submitting books for about two years. I think I received about 60 rejections, before I got my first acceptance, but unfortunately the company shut down shortly after.

Three months later, my submissions were accepted and May 2011 marked the release of my debut novella.

 

What are you currently working on?

I am currently reading through my paranormal erotic romance, She-Wolf – The Blood Series Prequel – and editing/tweaking/polishing it for self-publication. Once I have finished and passed it on to my editor, I then plan to go through Cranberry Blood – Book 1 in The Blood Series – so it is ready to go to my editor when she is finished with She-Wolf.

I plan to self-publish these first two books in the series Summer of this year, and at least start on book 2, but before I begin the second untitled book, I will be working on reinventing an assigned Grimm’s Fairytale as part of Decadent Publishing’s new series, Beyond Fairytales. Very exciting.

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

No, I’m afraid I have no muse, and when characters stroll into my head they don’t resemble any sexy celebs, which is to some degree a shame, but then nice to have fresh new sexy faces stealing my attention.

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

In five years time I see myself writing full time, and not having to work in a retail job that is sucking the soul out of me.

Non- writing wise, well in five years time I will be 30 going on 31, so I guess starting my own family would be what I hope to be doing by then.

Damn, five years doesn’t seem like an awfully long time. Ha.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny?

I don’t really mind either. A healthy average.

Tall or short?

Tall, but only because I’m 5ft7 lol

Boxers or briefs?

Briefs

Moustache or beard?

As crazy as it sounds, it actually depends on the style. Some guys really look good with moustaches and beards.

Long hair or shaven head?

Long hair. Nice to have something to tangle your fingers in ;-P

Tattoos or piercings?

Tattoos. There’s something kinda sexy about them.

Intelligent or funny?

Funny

Blond, brunette or red head?

Any. Hair colour has never really been something I pay too much attention to.

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)?

Justin Hartley. He played Green Arrow in Smallville. The man gets better looking with age, but it’s his smile. Cheesy I know, but he has the most amazing smile and grin, and he has some really funny expressions.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!)

Emma Stone. She’s a fab actress. She’s pretty, but not stereotypically so, and she is just really funny.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like)

Beyonce

Favourite food

Such a difficult question ‘cos I really like food in general, but let’s say, Nachos. They are so fattening and bad for you, but they taste soooooo good.

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like)

I don’t actually have a fave book. I have books which I really enjoyed and blew me away; for example The Iron Duke by Meljean Brook, I just thought that was an amazing story. Her world building, and history, and the characters. . . wow. Basically, any story that made me go “damn, I wish I had wrote this,” is classed as a fave, and believe me there are a lot of them lol

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like)

I haven’t really been very many places, especially outside of the UK. So, I can’t really say I have a fave place, but I did go to Rome a couple years back and I just thought it was awesome.

Anything else you’d like to add?

I’m now hungry and want to watch Smallville lol

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Truth or Dare?

Blurb:

Do you dare tell the truth?



A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.

Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.

Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?

Buy Links:

Decadent Publishing: http://www.decadentpublishing.com

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Morgan/e/B006WR1WLQ/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1390414121&sr=1-2-ent

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Elizabeth-Morgan/e/B006WR1WLQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1390414393&sr=1-2

ARE: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/

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Excerpt:

“Fine, I will take a dare.” I glanced at Ben. “What do you want me to do?”

A wicked grin spread across his lips. It was almost as sexy as his brother’s. “I want you to lick salt off Cameron, and then take the lime from his mouth.”

He had to be fucking kidding. “What?”

“You heard the man.” The amusement ran clear in Cameron’s voice.

An idiotic bout of nerves skipped through me. “And do I dare ask where I will be drinking the tequila from?”

Ben’s gaze flicked to Cameron, who I couldn’t bring myself to look at. Holding up my hand, I cut Ben off before he suggested anything else.

“Never mind. I’ll do it.” Untangling my legs, I slid off the sofa, levelling a look at Cameron.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and my mouth dried at the way his six-pack rippled with each movement. He was solid, perfect. His skin was a healthy bronze. A fine dusting of dark hair ran from his navel and crept down into his jeans. I couldn’t help but follow the teasing path with my gaze….

“See something you like?”

Did I ever. I hated to admit it, but he was the kind of guy you just wanted to lick—well, anything off of.

“Nope. I’m just wondering why removing your top is necessary. Scared I’m going to spill my drink on your T-shirt?”

His lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where you would be licking the salt from.”

Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Elizabeth started life wanting to be an actress because she loved entertaining people. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh and to help distract them from reality for a few hours.

She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with story ideas, so she began writing plays. Slowly, over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channelling every ounce of her imagination into the written word.

Now here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit in her little cottage in Cheshire, England, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.



Website: www.e-morgan.com

Blog: www.xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com

Twitter: @EMorgan2010

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ElizabethMorgan

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabeth.morgan.944

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/elizabethm2012/boards/

Blog: (Shared with Dianna Hardy): http://notjustastiffupperlip.blogspot.co.uk/

 

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

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Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

It’s time for another Sunday Snog, and another delicious kissing excerpt from Stately Pleasures. This one has a liberal sprinkling of romance, too. Enjoy

He used his fingers to hold her chin in place, then leant towards her and planted a kiss on her lips. It was chaste at first, but then the pressure increased. Jeremy shuffled closer to her, his thigh against hers, their upper bodies twisted from the hip and pressing together. He removed his hand from hers and slipped it around the back of her head, tangling it in her hair. He used the leverage he now had to deepen the kiss further, slipping his tongue between her lips.



She felt as though she was going to melt. Jeremy’s tongue moved sensuously around her mouth, teasing her own tongue, her teeth, the most sensitive parts of her lips. A rapid movement later, and he had her bottom lip between his teeth, licking, nibbling, and sucking at it until she writhed on the chaise longue like some kind of wanton hussy. Only it wasn’t faked. Every touch of his tongue, his teeth, his lips increased her excitement to the extent that she could feel how wet her pussy was without even moving.



Jeremy pulled away from their kiss, but kept his face mere millimetres away from hers. ‘Alice,’ he murmured, fixing her with that intense gaze once more, ‘can I make love to you?’



Alice was surprised that he’d even asked. Not that she thought he’d ever do anything against her will, of course, but her astonishment was twofold. One, he just wanted to have sex with her. No challenges involved. Two, he didn’t just take what he wanted. It had to be startlingly obvious that she wanted him too. Granted, she didn’t have an erection pressing against the front of her skirt, but her nipples strained against her blouse, her lips were swollen and parted, and if she wasn’t utterly mistaken, she’d got so horny that she could actually smell her own pussy juices.

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!

My Sexy Saturday #16 – #MySexySaturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is you’re sexy to me. Enjoy this snippet from BBW/Rubenesque novella, Mean Girls.

The park was within walking distance, so they left their cars in the leisure center car park and made their way on foot. They passed through the small town center and part of a housing estate, then finally emerged on the edge of the green space.



Oliver pulled open the gate. “After you.”



Adele grinned. “A flatterer, a hero and a gentleman? I’m getting more pleased that I responded to your note every minute.”



“I’m glad to hear it.” He unashamedly checked her out as she walked in front of him, shaking his head as he thought about the things the spiteful threesome had been saying about her. He was obviously wired completely differently to them, a polar opposite, because he didn’t see a fat, unattractive woman. He just saw a woman. One who happened to be funny, intelligent, brilliant, sexy and great to be with. As for her body, to him it was a seriously hot body. All boobs and bum and soft bits for him to play with. To tease, to caress, to enjoy. If things got that far, of course. Every second that ticked by increased his belief that they would. After all, if Adele hadn’t been attracted to him on a physical level, it’s unlikely she would have agreed to go out with him in the first place, and the more time they spent together, the more it became apparent they got on together too.



He followed her through the gate, letting it swing shut behind them. He took a couple of strides until he was walking next to her once more and they grinned at each other as they made their way along the path.



“Where are we going?” he said.



“I was thinking it’d be nice to sit by the river. What do you think? Just sit together and chat and hopefully catch some sun.”

You can buy Mean Girls here.

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ‘em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Share The Love

This blog hop is such a cool idea! In the blog hops I normally take part in, I set up a Rafflecopter encouraging folks to follow/like/tweet/etc me, but in this hop, I pay it forward. So I’ll be encouraging you to follow other people instead. How cool is that?!

Since we’re talking about sharing the love, though, I’m going to sneak in a tiny little plug for my own book, Stately Pleasures. Alice Brown is a BBW who ends up sharing the love with two smokin’ hot guys…

Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.

More info and buy links here.

*****

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Queen’s Quest by Suz deMello

Blurb:

Janus is a planet that lacks both tilt and spin. Shadowlands is the pewter band of dusk dividing the violently hot Lightside of the planet from its Darkside, which is imprisoned by eternal night. Birth rates on the planet are low and indiscriminate mating and ménage sex are encouraged.

Audryn, Queen of Shadow, has reached that time in her life when she must choose a King to rule with her or fail to bear an heir, casting not only her realm but all of Janus into chaos. Despite her duty, she is reluctant to share power, even a bit distrustful. Janus’ nobles vie for Audryn’s hand. Although she enjoys trysting with all her suitors, none seize her heart.

Then Storne, the warrior Prince of Darkness, arrives to claim her as his bride, and she finds she cannot resist his masterful ways.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains lots of hot ménage action including a F/F/M scene.

Buy link: http://www.ellorascave.com/queen-s-quest.html

*****

Excerpt:

I sent a message to Storne, the Prince of Darkness, requesting that he attend me toward the end of my toilette, and told Maia to prepare me with especial care for that evening’s dinner. I sent out all other servants so I could speak with her privately about him.

As I reclined on a golden velvet settee, she shaved me, a bolster beneath my hips and my legs wide so my pussy was accessible. With quick, deft strokes of the razor, she cleared the curls from both sides of my delta, then from my labia, so the area ‘round my clitoris was smooth. She then cleansed me with a damp cloth before massaging my sex flesh with lotion scented with soothing lavender and chamomile.

I raised my arms above my head, lifting my breasts so they crinkled in the cool air. Storne, I thought, and I tingled from head to toe. “What did you think of him?”

She did not ask me the subject of my question, but said, “I like him. He is direct and honest in his ways, and has the respect of his men.” She fluffed a powderpuff between my thighs.

I sighed, my pussy throbbing. “How large is his…entourage?”

“Large enough, I trow. The DarkDwellers make dwarves of us all.”

“I have a task for you.”

Maia set the shaving implements on the sideboard, then turned to regard me with her fullest attention. I sat up and took a hairbrush, handing it to her. As she brushed, I talked.

“I do not wish the leaders of Darkness and Light to ever be alone together.”

She paused, and the brush stilled. “I see your concern. If they join against Shadow, we would have no chance against their combined forces.”

“Yes. We would be squeezed like an orange in a press, the life-giving juices extracted and the dry husk left to rot.” Fear twisted deep in my belly.

The brushing resumed. “Kaldir strikes me as ignorant of statecraft.”

“I agree. He may not have thought of such a strategy, but Storne…”

“Yes. I, also, believe it must have occurred to the Prince of Darkness. Storne is far too canny a warrior to allow this opportunity to pass unheeded.”

“Or at least considered the possibilities. He has a reputation as a fine soldier.”

The brushing concluded, she tugged at a bellpull. “I will make certain that Darkness and Light do not merge. But you must also do your part.”

I smiled. “That will be my pleasure.”

Several of my ladies entered, opening wardrobes and bringing out gowns for my inspection. Others braided my hair and pinned it to the top of my head like a crown while others rimmed my eyes with charcoal, pinkened my lips with a rose tint. With unaccustomed nerves, I dithered over my choices, wondering which dress or what color would most entice Storne. I finally said, “The rose pink, the one trimmed with gold lace.” I felt overheated, and the gown was of thin, slick satin. Cooling, as in cooling my lust. I did not want to indulge in hasty actions with the Prince of Darkness.

I continued, “And high shoes. I do not wish to look like a dwarf.”

Maia emitted a sharp bark of laughter as she found pink stockings, which were fastened above my knees with ruffled garters of golden lace. She draped a pink chemise over my head, which was followed by a matching corset, laced tightly to show my narrow waist and lift my breasts. I slid my feet into the heeled slippers, and as the satin gown was tossed over my head, I heard a door open, followed by the clatter of boots.

“Lord Storne.” Maia’s tone was respectful.

I shook my head free of the enveloping folds of lace and satin as she tugged the gown into place. “Good evening,” I said.

“Audryn.” Without being bidden, he approached. He reached for me, then stopped. “May I?”

“Y-yes.” I did not know what he intended, but…

His smile transformed his angular face. He wrapped a big hand behind my neck. His grasp was firm, warm, the skin of his palm a little rough, from swordplay or riding, I imagined. I tried to breathe through a tight, nervous throat.

He kissed me full on the lips, rather than a chaste buss on my cheek, which would have been proper. Though he did not intrude his tongue, the contact was warm, vital and vigorous, hinting at the pleasure we could share.

As he withdrew, his gaze met mine, the gray eyes demanding, gentle and amused. How he packed so many emotions into one glance was a mystery to me. I told myself I was imagining more in his look than actually was there.

I had become infatuated by the Prince of Darkness swiftly…far too swiftly. That was bad. I could not make decisions affecting the history and welfare of my realm based on a passing fancy.

Maia bustled around me, fastening golden earbobs onto my lobes, bracelets on my wrists. Another lady laced my gown up the back. I was grateful for their presence, for the respite that the mundane tasks afforded; I could collect myself, regain my lost poise.

When I was dressed, Storne said, “Let’s walk before dinner.”

“Certainly.” I donned long, pink satin gloves. Fingerless, they wouldn’t impede me when eating or touching. Again, anxiety cramped me to the guts, but I laid a hand onto his elbow.

He had bathed from top to toe. Most of his dark mane hung loose, but the thick locks at each side of his face were braided, leaving his features, angular but pleasing, exposed. Amber and musk from the EastMarch scented his hair. He wore fine garments subdued in color: deep blue shot and trimmed with silver. The hue complemented his coloring. Hose of the same rich tone limned brawny legs. He was aware of Shadowland fashion, for his codpiece was large and embroidered with thick silver thread. His velvet doublet bore a design with the sacred oak and fiery mountain, traditional symbols of Darkside nobility, nature-worshippers all.

His gray eyes continued expressive, holding intelligence and humor, and his mouth was unexpectedly sensual. A fantasy image of his lips caressing my pussy drifted across my mind.

He led me through the palace with a sure step, showing no uncertainty. Our respective retinues followed. Behind me, the train of my gown swept the slates, but as it didn’t have panniers or hoops, our bodies occasionally bumped as we walked. Each contact shot a scintillating trail of desire along my skin.

“Do you know your way? Where are we going?” I asked.

He cast me an amused glance. “I had a free hour to explore your castle. It is an admirable stronghold.”

He took me to the same terrace where I’d so joyously given my virginity on my Exhibition Day. When our servants attempted to follow, I said, “It’s all right. There are plenty of people below.”

True enough; down on the lawns, tearing apart the sod, a herd of magnificent taqqa milled and stamped, huge animals with shaggy ochre-colored pelts, massive humped shoulders and curved horns, themselves long, sharp weapons. Some of the beasts were mounted by armored warriors almost as big as Storne, while the rest were laden. Servants, both Shadowlanders and Darksiders, busily unloaded and stacked boxes, baskets, trunks, rugs and portmanteaux. That our people worked together amicably was not lost on me.

“For you,” Storne said.

I stared at him.

“Tribute.”

My eyes widened. “You owe me no tribute, and you cannot buy me.”

“No, but I see that I must woo you.” That smile again, so unexpected from such a solemn mien. “I am but a rough warrior, but I wish to be your rough warrior.”

Pleasure robbed me of speech. I was touched by his courtliness, so at odds with his earlier arrogance. And he was an astute judge of character. He had taken my measure immediately and adjusted his approach. He had also come prepared for any eventuality.

He took out a small pouch from a hidden pocket in his doublet. “My first gift to you.”

My face felt too small for my smile. “Thank you.” Excited, I reached for the red satin bag, hoping it contained jewelry. Darkside boasted a wealth of minerals and gems, and its artisans excelled in the craft of jewelry design.

He pulled it out of my reach. “Let me show you. Rumor tells me that women of the Shadowlands enjoy this kind of gift, and I will enjoy knowing that you wear it.” He tugged apart the drawstring at the pouch’s top and upended it above his cupped palm. A stream of molten gold spilled forth, resolving into a fine chain, nearly three feet long.

Puzzled, I took it out of his hand and held it up to examine it by the light of the torches lining the marble terrace. The chain had little scissor-like appendages at each end, each maybe the size of my thumbnail. The scissors had curved blades that weren’t sharp but were lined with tiny seed pearls, leaving a circular gap in the center perhaps the size of a baby pea. The ends were curlicued to wrap around each other.

I raised my brows at Storne.

“Allow me.” But he didn’t take the chain, instead reaching for my bodice.

I gasped and pulled away. “Sir, you presume too much.”

“Do I?” He paced the length of the terrace, then returned. “Audryn, there is only one sure test of our ability to rule together, and this mating is a radical step neither of us can take without some…experimentation. I know you approach your seventeenth starturn, and you have sworn to crown your king on that day.”

My jaw tightened. “Your spies are most effective.”

“Thus, time grows short. Please.” He reached for me again, and this time I did not resist. He was right; besides, I wanted him to touch me intimately. Though his hands were rough, he handled my breasts with tenderness, lifting them above the gown and away from the corset’s confinement, resting them atop my lace-trimmed neckline. Cool air washed my breasts, a delightful sensation. My nipples wrinkled. He passed a hand over the mounded flesh, traced one curved pink aureole’s edge. Need flared through me, and my pussy dampened anew.

He smiled. “I suppose that I will have to learn to enjoy the public sex that your customs demand. And I may as well begin…now.” He slid an arm around me and bent his head to kiss first one nipple and then the other, licking around the aureole, sucking to lengthen the tips until they were hard and distended.

He gripped my left one between his teeth and gave it a sharp little nip. I gasped, “Storne!”

“Did that hurt?”

“A little.”

He rubbed his lips over the tiny pain he’d caused, and the sting dissolved into a haze of pleasure. He took one of the scissorlike appendages and opened the clasp, then closed it around my swollen nipple.

The tiny pearls gripped the very tip of my breast, lighting a spark of need that zipped to my pussy. I rested my face against his chest, breathing deeply in a vain attempt to control my reaction. I felt heat in my cheeks and the softness of his velvet doublet, my pulsing clit…an array of dizzying sensations.

He dropped the chain, and the slight weight tugging on my nipple built my pussy’s spark into a fire. He lifted my right breast higher and pinched my nipple, kissed and licked the tip. When it also swelled, he fastened the other clip to it. The fire roared into a blaze, and I grabbed his shoulders, flinging back my head. He laid a trail of kisses across my bare chest, up to my throat, along my jawline before he reached my lips.

This time, he took my mouth with a commanding kiss, holding me so tightly that I could feel the embroidery on his doublet abrade my naked breasts. My captured nipples rubbed across velvet, scraped across silver thread. I tore my lips away from his and I cried out, heedless of the warriors and servants below. I cared for nothing but the man who held me in his arms, who had claimed me when he chained my breasts, took my mouth.

*****

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

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