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Sunday Snog – No Boys Allowed

Here’s a saucy snippet from my story, No Boys Allowed, which appears in the House of Erotica mini-anthology of the same name. It contains three of my sexy Sapphic tales.

But then, she thought, would that be such a bad thing? It wasn’t a crime to be attracted to a flatmate, was it? And the only way she’d find out if Kacey felt the same was if she said—or did—something.



She didn’t get the chance. The questions and thoughts were still whirring through her head when Kacey shuffled along the sofa towards her and put a hand on her knee.



“Look, I wouldn’t normally be this forward, but hey, I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine. Plus I want to get this over with so whatever the outcome is, we can get on with our lives. I like you—have done since I met you—and I’m just wondering… if you feel the same?”



Leigh snorted. She couldn’t help it. She’d been so busy psyching herself up to make a move on Kacey that it simply hadn’t occurred to her that the reverse was also happening. “I was just going to say something rather similar myself.”



Kacey’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I was convinced you were going to tell me to get lost. But I just knew that if I didn’t ask, I’d never know. But now it seems that I would have known, because if I hadn’t asked, you’d have asked me. Oh, you know what I mean! Come here.”



Now the two of them knew their feelings were reciprocated, the awkwardness dissipated. Leigh moved into Kacey’s open arms, and wrapped her own around the other girl. There were mere millimetres between their faces. They stared at one another for a few seconds, tension sizzling below the surface. Leigh watched as Kacey’s lips curved into a devilish smile, then she bit her lip, as though trying to behave.



Leigh smiled back, and the spell was broken. Good behaviour was no longer an option. They both moved to close the gap between them. Leigh closed her eyes and pulled in a breath through her nostrils as their lips touched. There was a faint taste of lip balm. Cherry, or strawberry perhaps, she wasn’t sure. She quickly stopped caring as their kiss deepened, and she slid her tongue into the moist warmth of Kacey’s mouth. She sought the other girl’s tongue, and they tangled together, battling for dominance. There was give and take, however, and they explored one another’s mouths, tasting, tickling, teasing. It was delicious; soft, warm, and unbelievably erotic. A groan issued from deep in her throat.



Then Kacey sucked Leigh’s bottom lip into her mouth. The dampness between her thighs increased, and the throbbing of her clit intensified. She moved her hands around to Kacey’s front and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and smiling as she felt the other girl’s nipples stiffen beneath her palms. She pinched them, and smiled when Kacey made an indignant noise—all without breaking their kiss.



Moving one hand up behind Kacey’s neck and tangling it into her hair, Leigh pulled the brunette more tightly to her. Their kissing grew more frenzied, urgent; tongues dancing and caressing one another, breathing increasingly erratic, bodies pressing together. Leigh’s heart pounded, and the pulse in her throat raced. The soft warmth of the other girl’s mouth against her own was sending her into a blissful pre-orgasmic meltdown.



Suddenly Kacey pulled back, heaving a sigh. “Phew.” She grinned. “What’s say we take this into my room?”

Check out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

New Release: Prophecy of the Undead by Fiona McGier

Keisha is a neurobiology researcher determined to discover the secret to intelligence to save humanity from itself.  What she learns leads her to realize a bigger threat comes from beyond the stars.  Yuri is a Russian vampire whose long-dead feelings respond to the scientist whose brain he admires but whose curves he can’t resist.  Will his love reach the places in her heart that she has ignored for so long?  And can they defeat the prophecy of the undead to find happiness sharing eternity?

Buy link: http://eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615727988

Note: paperback will become available in a couple of weeks.

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Excerpt:

Keisha wakes up to find herself tied up in the trunk of a car, and futilely tries to escape while the men had to walk to a gas station when they ran out of gas.  They’ve returned:

The trunk opened and Keisha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.

She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek as it stroked her face.

“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”

“Just feel her up then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched…”

“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken…what the fuck?”

Keisha heard a swooshing sound and opened her eyes to see a blur of movement. There was a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear, coming from her two tormentors.

“Kill the bitch!.”

She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath, waiting for death. The gun fired. The bullet tore its way through her skin and chest muscles, burned through her lung, and severed arteries as it lodged in her heart. She found it difficult to let out the breath or to breathe in any more air.

There was the awful sound of breaking bones…then silence.

Someone leaned over into the trunk and lifted her gently out as if she was as light as a child. She felt herself being laid on the ground and fought to breathe as her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes and making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she was unable to budge. She tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.

“Tha…thanks.” She choked on her own blood and her head swam.

“Keisha, look at me,” he commanded in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him.

She tried to focus her gaze but merely saw the outlines of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.

“I had hoped to spare you this but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you…I won’t. You must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”

In her mind she giggled but all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound.

“Um, yeah…don’t think…option anymore…”

“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you will be changed. You will be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”

Her head nodded up and down as darkness descended, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She drifted off and idly wondered if she was going anywhere or if she was just going to lose consciousness and that would be the end of thought.

Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes that shone with a black fire in their depths.

What are you doing here? I’m busy dying…who are you?

“You are dying but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with as your body dies?”

She tried to shrug but was unable to move any part of her body.

She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.

“How about something erotic?”

Like?

She was suddenly on a downy-soft bed, naked, with a man’s head between her thighs. His tongue was driving her mad with desire as he alternated between licking her from front to back, and nibbling on her clit gently. When his fingers pulled the hood back and his teeth grazed her clit, she screamed with pleasure as the orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tsunami. She rose up off of the bed with the tightening of her muscles. Then the man loomed before her, spread her thighs uncomfortably wide and his hips surged forward. The pleasure she had just felt multiplied as his massive organ pushed its way into her, stretching her almost beyond comfort. He filled her, then withdrew only to slam into her again and again. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed as he came, the force of his orgasm making her spasm with an intensity to match his own.

He growled like a wild animal as he pulsated inside of her.

Her muscles clenched around him. Her orgasms were like a roller coaster of pleasure, pushing her up a hill then crashing her down on the other side.

The last thing she remembered was his voice telling her, “Drink. Drink deeply. Take as much as you can hold. I have emptied you; now, fill yourself with me.”

I’m already filled with you. Her thoughts were her own but inexplicably she felt his chest move as he chuckled. Everything went black and she drifted off into nothingness.

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Fiona has always had stories in her head, with characters telling her about their lives. Often she wakes up with entire story arcs that she has to feverishly write down before starting her day.  Now that her four children are erudite young adults, she hides from everyone for hours, bringing the stories to life. She hopes that you enjoy your short trip into her mind as you meet some of the heroines and heroes who live there, and now on these pages also. If you want to read more, she has a series of six contemporary romance books about the members of a large Hispanic family, The Reyes Family Romances.  She also wrote two books about female spies who work for a top-secret international agency, as well as two stand-alone contemporary romances.  Visit her at: www.fionamcgier.com, where the first page is her blog.

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Guest Blogger: Kay Jaybee

Triple Trailer!

What an Autumn this is turning out to be! Two brand new books out, and one re-launched! I’m over the moon- but it does leave me with the most unusual problem- how can I possibly promote them all at once???

The answer- A triple taste of tiny titbits from each of them!

Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press) is my third novel! It’s packed with sex text, romantic lust, discipline, denial, self-control and lashings of erotic art…

Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.

But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

Tiny Titbit- …With a violent sweep of her arm, Maddie cleared the contents from the top of the battered metal trolley that held her spare brushes, paints and equipment.

Then, kicking off the empty mixing tins from the trolley’s bottom shelf, she wheeled it towards Tania. Despite the proud pitch of her chin and her resolutely squared shoulders, Tania was looking the most uncertain Maddie had seen her, and the defiant sense of disquiet from her ex lover’s face sent a new blast of power through Maddie’s system…

Available from:

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The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite E-Books) is a collection of my most popular stories published in Xcite anthologies.

Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue).

Tiny Titbit- (From The Shirt)…I can see him clearly. He is standing only inches from me and the air between us positively tingles with electricity. I could never love him, the man who currently adores me in my favourite shirt, but that’s all right, because he could never love me either. Lust, however, is in no short supply.

Shutting my eyes tighter, rubbing my shirt across my cheeks, my forehead and my eyelids, I begin to reminisce the moment we first gave into the mute eroticism that seems to swim between us each time we chat over the counter of the little bookshop I own. Clutching the fabric, I think of his fingers, thicker than any I’ve encountered before and yet, somehow for all that, incredibly dexterous…

Available from:

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The Collector (Austin&Macauley) is a linked anthology of short stories that have been gathered together by ‘the collector,’ who records them in her notebook for others to enjoy…

The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?

She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.

Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector’s sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.

It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler to come to light.

Tiny Titbit- (From Jay) She nodded, her long black hair falling across her rounded face,

hiding a nervous smile. A tall girl took her hand and led her into the ladies cloakroom, away from the buzz of the club. Jay caught her breath as she took in the scene. The action was already underway.

Pressed against the mirrored wall, arms placed high behind her spiky red hair, a fantastically curvaceous girl had her eyes tightly closed. Kneeling before her, an eager petite woman was licking

between her spread legs, soft fingers teasing the skin above sheer silk hold-ups. Jay took in the round exposed globes squeezed out seductively above the willing captive’s startlingly bright green basque.

She didn’t need telling what to do…

Available from:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

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You can find further details of all my other novels, novellas, and story collections, at my web site- www.kayjaybee.me.uk

Many many thanks for Lucy for letting me visit her wonderful site today!!

Kay xx

New Release: Lipstick Lovers

Another new release for me today! Lipstick Lovers, a lesbian erotic anthology from Xcite Books, hit the shelves today.

It contains my story, A Change of Heart. Here’s the blurb for the anthology, which also features sapphic smut from Harper Bliss, Giselle Renarde, Elise Hepner and Elizabeth Coldwell, to name but a few.

In this sizzling selection of twenty erotic lesbian stories, find out what happens when women act on their overwhelming lust for each other. Dominant mistresses and willing slaves, bi-curious best friends, strangers swept away by the thrill of passion and long-time lovers spicing up their sex lives share the pages of Lipstick Lovers. Explicit fantasy and naughty adventures make this the hottest lesbian collection from the best writers in the genre. Everyone has fun when girls come together.

Does this sound like your kind of book? Read an excerpt and see the buy links here.

Xcite Awards 2013 – Have you Nominated Yet?

Xcite Books, the UK’s largest erotic publisher, is launching its second annual awards programme celebrating the best of the adult industry.

From now until the end of December members of the public can nominate the companies, reviewers, bloggers and sexperts who they think are doing a great job in supporting and promoting erotic fiction for the Xcite Awards 2013.

Hazel Cushion, Managing Director of Xcite Books, said; “In a year which has seen erotic fiction move off the top shelf and onto the supermarket shelf, it’s still important we recognise the people who are making this genre such a success.

Xcite Awards 2013 is seeking nominations in the following categories:

Best Internet Retail Site:  For sites that offer a great service, a range of products, and an enjoyable online shopping experience.

Best Blog or Author Page: This category celebrates those that are using blogs to promote erotic writing. It could be an author who engages well with readers or a blogger who is passionate about reading erotica.

Best Reviewer: Reviewers can make or break a book and they can help hidden gems to get a larger audience. This category is open to both print and internet reviewers.

Best Sexpert: Xcite Books wants to acknowledge the important work sex therapists do in saving stagnating relationships, many of whom recommend its books to clients.

Best Publication: This category is open to both trade and consumer magazines (either in print or online) which support and encourage erotic fiction with reviews, author interviews or industry news.

To nominate your favourites visit  www.xcitebooks.com  and click on the link to the dedicated Facebook page.  Nominations can be submitted between until  30th December. The six finalists from each category, selected on the quality of the nominations, will be announced on 1st January 2013 and a public poll will then open to select the final winners in each category.

The closing date for public voting will be the 13th February 2013 and the winner will be announced on the 14th February 2013.

Last year’s winners: Lovehoney.co.uk (Best Internet Retail Site); Cara Sutra (Best Blog); Erotic Trade Only (Best Publication); Sexytoytesters.co.uk (Best Reviewer) and Violet Blue (Best Sexpert).

New Release: Duty and Desire – Military Erotic Romance

When the fabulous Kristina Wright put out a call for submissions for a military erotic romance anthology, I couldn’t say no. As regular readers to this blog will know, I’m a sucker for a man in uniform – especially military uniform!

And so, I wrote a very British story, called Passing Out Passion. A passing out parade in the UK is basically a ceremony and a gathering that happens when new recruits successfully complete their basic training. I picked this theme because I wanted it to be different, and it must have worked because the story was accepted! It forms part of the delicious Duty and Desire anthology, which is available now in the States and will be coming to British shores in the next few weeks.

I’m looking forward to receiving my author copies so I can stroke that lovely man. Isn’t he yummy!?

Get your copy of Duty and Desire here.

Love uniforms? Check out my previous post for your chance to win a copy of my anthology, Uniform Behaviour!

Autumn’s Harvest Blog Hop

Fall… or Autumn as it’s called over here in the UK is a season I both love and hate. I love the colours of the leaves, the beautiful sunny days and the crisp fresh air. But, living in England means that we also get lots of horrendous rainy and cold days. Plus, I dislike short days. In terms of sunlight, that is. At the moment, I’m having to turn my office light on at around 4pm due to it getting dark, and it’s only going to get darker. Dark mornings suck, too! I’m not a morning person, and it not being light outside makes it even more difficult for me to get up.

Having said all that, there’s a bonus to the dark and the cold. It makes me write more. I’m not longing to go outside and go hiking or something, so I tend to knuckle down and get some words on the page. Failing that, I’ll cozy up with a book. And I love reading and writing, so it’s definitely not all bad!

I’m going to share the information from my latest release, then get onto the prizes and how/what you can win! Good luck!

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When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/raising-the-bar/

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Men & Women of the Military Hop

It has to be said, I’m an absolute sucker for a man in uniform. Always have been. So much so that I write quite a lot of military stories, and have even edited an anthology full of men and women in uniform tales.

My latest uniform-related tale is also my first gay story. Here’s the low-down on Ditched:

Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/ditched/

So, if you want to get your hands on a copy of Uniform Behaviour, just fill in the Rafflecopter below. Then use the links and start hopping to all the other blogs. Good luck! My giveaway is international.

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Guest Blogger: Sommer Marsden

Somebody to Love

One of my favorite things to write is a character who feels unloved. Or worse—unloveable. I’ve written a few. Weird for someone who has always felt loved enormously.

My lion shifter Tryg feels very unloveable. He has every right given his history—people leaving him. Some for reasons that could be helped, some for reasons that could not. It doesn’t help that is pride—his supposed family—pretty much shuns him due to his personal nature. It’s a terrible thing to be discarded for something like who you choose to love.

No wonder he’s gruff and keeps most folks at arm’s length. Even lovers.

Until Luke. A drifter who turns out to be Tryg’s lion hearted. The one who can tame the raging beast within. Lion Hearted were talked about around the campfire when Tryg was young. They were mythical. Not real. Certainly nothing an enforcer lion like him would ever waste any time contemplating at length…or even thinking of at all.

So imagine his surprise when his own lion hearted guy shows up. A tiny bit shy, a lot sweet, a good heart and yeah…a body. A body that makes Tryg feel things he never thought he’d get to feel.

Oh yes, friend, this book was fun to write. I hope you’ll check it out and see why even though this is only book 1 of my Divination Falls series, I’m so far beyond hooked on this place and its residents it’s comical.

XOXO

Sommer

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Lion Hearted

By Sommer Marsden

EXCERPT copyright 2012

‘Here’s your whisky, Tryg,’ Matthew said. He slid the shot glass across the scarred bar top.

‘What kind?’

‘Rot gut, what other kind do you drink?’

Tryg grunted, almost smiled, and tossed back the amber liquid. ‘How about another?’

‘You up for trouble tonight?’ Matthew looked wary, holding the whisky bottle but not pouring. What kind of bartender didn’t pour?

‘Me? Never.’ Tryg fingered the scar that bisected his eyebrow and barely avoided his left eyelid. He realised Matthew was watching, and quickly dropped his hand. ‘I’m fine, Matt. Just pour.’

‘Word is –’

‘Word is none of your business and it’s just hearsay so … Maybe you should just pour and not worry about rumours.’

Matthew pressed his lips together, nodded, poured. ‘Fine. But any problems from you, Bolo, and you’ll be banned from my bar.’

‘Got it,’ Tryg said. ‘And don’t call me Bolo.’

Matt shrugged. ‘It’s your name, as far as I heard until you started drinking here. Damn, Tryg, I thought it was your name.’

‘A bolo is a knife,’ Tryg said.

‘And you’re an enforcer.’

‘Go away.’

Matthew grinned and went to fill another order. That had been close. Tryg had been itching to clock him to teach him some manners. But he wouldn’t do that.

We thought it might be good for you to have a break from the pride …

He shook off the echoes in his head and downed the glass of whisky. About 600 more and he might feel better. He might even get his drunk on. Tryg set his glass down with a bang and Matt looked up. He was annoyed.

‘So let him be annoyed,’ he growled.

Someone bumped into him and he practically roared, the urge to shift rippling under his skin and along his spine. This was not the day to provoke him. When your pride wants to send you away for “a break” you’re pretty much over. Especially if you’re supposed to be the muscle. Again he touched his scar and it made him angrier when he realised he was doing it. Whoever was behind him had better be ready.

‘What the fuck is your problem? You can’t see where you’re –’

Something made him bite off his words. Maybe it was the flash of fear in the man’s bright blue eyes or the nervous duck of the head that caused sandy blond hair to fall across his brow. Tryg bit back another roar because he found himself even more annoyed that he found the kid attractive.

‘Move,’ he growled.

The kid moved. Tryg called him a kid because he might be 25 to Tryg’s 32. Might.

Their shoulders brushed as he tried to push past, and he felt a comingling of instincts. The urge to lash out and hurt immediately contradicted by the urge to protect. What the hell?

‘Sorry,’ the kid said.

Again, he wanted to hit him and kiss him. Tryg shook his head and moved away. He needed some air. Maybe he’d had too much to drink.

Or not enough brain cells in your damn head…

He forced his way through the small bar. As he passed the first booth he heard Ozric. ‘What the fuck? You’re still here?’

‘You’re not on the road yet, Bolo?’ someone else piped in.

Tryg tried to drown out the voices. These were the guys who’d gotten him to the point of being asked to take an indefinite road trip. Ozric and his crew had issues with Tryg. Issues about his ways, his job, and who he chose to fuck.

‘Just keep going. Just keep walking,’ he told himself. He wanted to return to his pride after his mission was complete and be welcome. Even if his pride included assholes like Ozric and Ronnie and Dane.

‘We don’t need your kind anyway.’ This time it was Ronnie who spoke. He was short and sort of out of shape. Were they forced to live in their animal forms, he’d be the first to succumb to starvation and die. He was a shit hunter and a worse person. ‘It’s not like you help expand our numbers.’ He snorted, hefted a beer, looking smug and amused.

That was when Tryg snapped, his body rippling from the surge of adrenaline and rage. The toxic soup of hormones that ushered in a shift boiled under his skin and he felt his feet turn to rush the group instead of keep on a steady course toward the door.

The roar ripped up and out of him, but he heard it more than felt it. His fingers clenched, then went warm from his joints softening to reconfigure. He felt a canine tooth slide against his tongue and tasted blood. It was fine. He wanted to taste blood.

‘Remember what I said, Bolo!’ Matt called from the bar. Tryg caught a flash of his wide eyes and his fingers delving under the bar where a dart gun was kept. One shot from that thing and almost any shifter in the bar went down like 50 pounds of shit in a 10-pound sack. The only creature to ever manage to stay conscious had been a visiting shifter –a Kodiak bear.

The Bolo reference only made him angrier and he moved fast. Faster than was normal even for him. His nails had just bitten into the soft wood of the table, ready to tear the top off and maybe use it to beat the fuck out of the morons sitting there – but then a hand settled on his shoulder.

Two things happened. His brain said “attack”. His body said “relax”.

What the hell?

He turned to find that boy. Those water blue eyes wide but intent. ‘Easy,’ the kid said.

Tryg considered taking a swing anyway. Attempted to tell his brain to raise his fist to clock this kid and teach him a lesson. His body betrayed him. Under all the confusion, that made him nervous.

‘Are you insane?’ Tryg rumbled, but felt his muscles relax further, his claws contract, his muzzle reform. He felt a loosening in his solar plexus and a syrupy kind of peace.

Maybe Matt had hit him with that tranq gun, after all.

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Tryg Avondale is the muscle for his pride, and when he’s called upon to hunt down two missing teens, he sees the job for what it is – a chance to give his pride a break from him and his “nature”. Tryg is a gay lion and it’s not something his “family” seems to embrace.

He takes with him Luke Dorchester – an empath and the perfect travel companion. Luke can feel and soothe every emotion that coils deep inside Tryg, and the sex between them is the hottest Tryg has ever known. Tryg has no intention of letting his emotions go any further when it comes to this brand new man. But he also has zero intention of letting him go. What follows is a road trip from campground to campground, hot nights in hotel rooms and close encounters spent together as they follow the scent of the two abducted shifters. A scent that takes them to Divination Falls, a haven for shifters and associated magical folk; a place where an old evil will surface and Tryg will learn just how far his love for lion-hearted Luke must take him.

Available from:

Amazon UK

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Coming to all other vendors January 2013!

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Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, Big Bad, Wanderlust and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for HarperCollins (Mischief Books), Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online. Visit sommermarsden.blogspot.com to see what’s up and drop her a line.

No Charge for Miss Pemberton’s Drawers

Everyone likes a freebie, so why not grab yourself a copy of Miss Pemberton’s Drawers from Amazon? It’s free on Amazon UK and Amazon US from the 7th – 11th November.

Here’s a taster from my story:

Owen whistled as he worked. He wasn’t sounding a particular tune—he was just making a noise, really, to mask the silence. This was the first time the children had been off since he’d started work in the school, so he was used to constant din in the building. Even during lessons he had always been able to hear the murmur of voices from classrooms, toilets flushing and someone’s footsteps as they click-clacked down a lonely corridor. But now, there was nothing, except for the occasional groans and creaks one always hears in a building.

It was eerie. As an ex-army private, he’d always had a pretty noisy workplace—some times more than others. But, he reminded himself, that’s why he was here. He’d been injured in active service, and although it wasn’t bad enough—thank God—to put him in a wheelchair or even on crutches, it was enough that he couldn’t be on the front line any longer. He’d been offered an office job in the army, but there was no way he wanted to do that. He’d never be able to cope with sitting behind a desk, knowing his friends and colleagues were out there on manoeuvres. It just wasn’t him, so he’d left the army and gotten a simple job that wouldn’t be too taxing and would earn him a few quid while he figured out what to do next. Therefore, he was currently in the position of caretaker in a secondary school and was pottering around during the school holidays, finding things that needed to be fixed, replaced or painted.

Thankfully, there was plenty to be getting on with, or he’d have been bored out of his mind, particularly with there being nobody around to talk to. At least in term time he exchanged the odd word with the teachers and other staff, and put up with good-natured jibing from the cockier kids. Though that had soon stopped when they found out he was an ex-soldier. He didn’t know if it was fear or respect that kept them quiet, but either way he was pleased—he never knew how to respond, anyway. If he told them off or answered back they might go running to the Head, and although he knew the school wouldn’t take the kids seriously, he’d rather not draw any attention to himself. He just wanted to get on with his job with the minimum of fuss while he figured out his future plans. So that’s what he did. Kept his head down, remained polite with the teachers and staff, ignored the kids as much as possible.

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