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May 12, 2012
Sunday Snog – Love Through Time
[image error]Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my paranormal erotic romance, Love Through Time, from Noble Romance.
Once inside the room, George reached behind Emily and shut the door. Then he shuffled toward it, shoving Emily backward until she was trapped between his large body and the door. As she looked into George’s gorgeous, brown eyes and enjoyed the hardness of him—all of him—pressed against her, she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be.
“At the risk of sounding clichéd,” George said, putting his hands on her hips and slowly sliding them around to her ass, “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I was actually planning on asking you out—once I’d made sure you were single—but nothing seems to have gone to plan tonight, does it?”
Emily shook her head. “Nope. And I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date, let alone the non-date. But I guess these are extenuating circumstances. Or something.”
“Mmm. Or something.”
George leaned down, capturing Emily’s lips in a kiss that made her extremely grateful she was trapped between him and the door. She wasn’t sure her legs would have held her up otherwise. He was slow, gentle, and very, very sensual. As his tongue slid between her lips and sought hers out, Emily felt her pussy grow wet with want. Wrapping her arms around his broad frame, she found her hands at about the right height to rest on his ass—perfect.
Cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him more tightly to her, Emily upped the pace on their kiss. Already the unpleasantness of the evening was receding into the recesses of her mind, and her body was encouraging her to enjoy the here and now.
Breaking off the kiss suddenly, Emily opened her eyes to see George looking confused—and worried. She smiled, giving his ass a playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind. I just think that we’re wearing far too many clothes. Don’t you?”
You can get your hands on this sweet and sexy paranormal romance 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!
May 11, 2012
Secret Smut Scavenger Hunt
It’s here, it’s here! The Secret Smut Scavenger Hunt is now!
So, what are you waiting for? Want to win some awesome prizes, then head over to my forum on Coffee Time Romance and get unravelling those clues now.
Winner will be drawn next Sunday.
See you there! x
New Release: On the Prowl
Hurrah! I have another new release! *dances* Well, sort of. For those of you that read erotica online, you may have seen the first two stories in this anthology before, but the third story is brand new, never seen before!
Here’s the book blurb for On the Prowl:
Three hot erotic stories with themes of ménage, uniform fetish and sexy fun in a warehouse…
On the Prowl
There’s a serious man drought in Jolene’s town, and she seriously needs to get laid. Fed up of waiting around for someone to come along, Jolene goes out on the prowl. It turns out to be her lucky night when she not only meets the handsome Blake, but his friend Pete—and they’re both interested in Jolene. Jolene can’t possibly decide between the two delicious men, so she decides to have them both—at the same time.
Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
A Stroke of Peach
Eleanor’s a mature art student with a part-time job in a stationery store. One shift sees her sorting out the little-used upstairs warehouse. Completely engrossed in her task, she’s startled by the appearance of her colleague, Jimmy, and accidentally covers him in ink. This signals the start of a war, which ends up with the two colleagues in a very compromising position in a dusty corner.
Want to bag your copy? Go here – and if you’re quick, you’ll get it at a discount at All Romance eBooks!
May 10, 2012
Reborn: Book 1 of the One Powerful Addiction series by Ana Hart
To celebrate the release of Reborn, the first book in the One Powerful Addiction series, published by Naughty Nights Press, Ana Hart would like to invite you all to her release party on Facebook.
Release date is May 17th and those who join Ana’s Release Party by May 16th will be in the draw to win their very own copy of this paranormal erotic tale.
To join the party, click here.
Reborn – Book 1 of the One Powerful Addiction series will be available for purchase from May 17th at All Romance E-Books, Smashwords and Amazon.
Synopsis:
Daniel Webb is your fairly average twenty-something year-old, living in the bustling city of Stone Hills, Arkansas. High school graduate, College dropout, and currently an employee of a local coffee shop, where he spends the majority of his nights hovering over a hot grill. You know, a totally glamorous lifestyle…
Oh, yeah, and Sarelia, an elder spirit of the Lower World, gifted him with powers beyond his wildest imaginings only a few months ago. Some people would have been grateful. Others would have simply been in denial.
All Daniel feels is resentment.
Because honestly, Daniel’s life is kinda sucking at the moment. His girlfriend Malorie dumped him. He’s crashing on his brother, Mark’s couch (who’s being a bit of a dick about the whole thing), and his best friend, James Harin, won’t stop smothering him with pity.
But when Daniel bumps into the sexy Alyssa Vega at The Pub and ends up going home with her for some no-strings-attached fun, something finally seems to be going right. Alyssa is just the spot of normalcy Daniel needs in his freak show of a life.
Until his sexy one night stand turns out to be a freak just like him. A rather badass freak as a matter of fact.
So much for normalcy.
As the temptation to use the power Sarelia gave him grows stronger, Daniel finally gives in and embraces the strength the power gives him. With it, he can do anything.
Well, except raise the dead.
Too bad the power’s so damn addicting.
Excerpt:
The young woman gave a shudder of ecstasy and fell away from the shimmering form of the other. Exhausted from their furious lovemaking, she laid in the grass for several long minutes before she finally whispered, “Thank you, Mistress.”
When the elder spirit smiled, the expression was filled with heat and yet lacking in warmth. Moving to kneel beside the girl, she brushed a few sweat-soaked strands of hair from her face.
“My dear, I have a favor to ask of you.”
Without hesitation, the young woman nodded and pushed herself to a sitting position. “Ask it. I would do anything for you.”
Sarelia beamed, reveling in the girl’s obedience, and she drew her in for another kiss, for another taste of the power the girl so loved and craved. Pulling away ever-so-slightly, the elder spirit breathed against the other’s warm mouth and whispered, “I need you to keep a close eye on someone for me, dear.” Sarelia’s tongue flicked out to lick along the curve of the girl’s parted lips, tasting of her own sweet juices still lingering there. “A man.”
The girl shuddered once more in the elder spirit’s grasp and her lips parted further, welcoming in the possessive plunge of Sarelia’s tongue. “Who?”
“Daniel,” the elder spirit softly purred. They fell into each other once again, fingers busy against each other’s bodies as they raced towards equally desperate climaxes. “Daniel Webb.”
Stalk Ana Hart at these following places and keep an eye out for any Reborn contests she may hold!
About Ana Hart
Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. Ana’s stories can be found in various anthologies, including Postcards of Passion and A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve. Ana was also one of 32 finalists in the 2011 All Romance Ebooks Just One Bite short story contest and her short story, “A Fair Exchange” can be found in Just One Bite, Volume Four. Born and raised in the southern United States, Ana currently resides in Arkansas with her very supportive boyfriend and their beautiful son (who just happens to be a cat…but don’t tell him that! ) But she can often be found online – on Facebook, Twitter, or just lurking around Google and running searches on herself.
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May 9, 2012
Guest Blog: Sommer Marsden
The one who leaves you star struck…
I’m having fun shining a spot light on main characters in my current novel Restless Spirit. It’s sort of like having a psychotic break, but for a good cause. When you ‘talk to your characters’ folks tend to raise an eyebrow. I’ve covered Stan and Adrian in previous blogs. Today we move on to a bright and shining star—literally.
Sometimes in a novel we bring in a famous character. And by we, I mean (at least, for me as a writer) he shows up unannounced and says, “Hey! I’m here and I’m something else.”
In Restless Spirit, that particular character would be Reed Green—tall, lean, pretty longish hair. He’s the one that any girl would be star struck over. And yet, Tuesday isn’t so much struck as intrigued. Because she’s much more clever than I am, apparently. I’d be stammering and stalking, but Tuesday is just soaking in the surreal scenario of having former child TV star and current berry farmer Reed Green as a potential lover.
So, let’s see what Reed has to say about Tuesday:
Hey, Reed, might I say you are as hot as you look on TV?
And might I say you are as sweet as the berries on my farm?
You’re quite a bullshitter when need be, eh, Reed?
Only as much as necessary. But I meant it. You are sweet.
I wanted to start in the same place I did with the other men.
[grumbles] Other men, right. Well, where shall we start?
Favorite beverage?
That’s easy. It was a nice Port I had at a dinner party for the president of the network I used to work for. It was a 19-something or other. I’ll have to check in my book.
You keep a book of beverages?
I keep a notebook of everything I like.
So in that book, said the woman with the ham-handed segue, what is listed as your favorite sexual position.
[laughs]. That’s easy. Whichever one brings the most pleasure at any given moment.
Touché. So now let’s move on to Tuesday. What do you think of Tuesday Cane?
I think she’s the most genuine woman I’ve ever met. A bit broken, a bit angry, a lot passionate and funny as hell. Oh, and I’ve heard she’s wicked with a baseball bat. I like her. A lot. Probably more than I should.
Why do you say that?
Tuesday’s a heartbreaker. Doubly so because she doesn’t realize it.
So what do you think of your chances with her?
As good as anyone’s honestly. But a guy can hope.
Last question, Reed.
Shoot.
Can you sign this picture for me?
Sure. Who should I make it out to?
*At the end of the Restless Spirit tour I’ll draw two winners from comments. One print copy winner (I’ll let you know what books are available in print) from my backlist and one ebook winner from my backlist. To see my backlist see my Amazon author page:
http://www.amazon.com/Sommer-Marsden/e/B002BOA7S8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Please note that only my single author titles are being offered as prizes. When you comment, make sure to leave a contact email! Full tour schedule is here http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/sommer-marsden-2/ :)
*****
Tuesday Cane walks out on her life and her abusive man when she inherits her grandmother’s house at Allister Lake. There she finds plenty of distractions to take her mind off her loss with her sexy neighbour and handyman Shepherd, former TV star Reed and her old flame Adrian. But, as time passes, she senses that something is not quite right with her new life. And no amount of steamy sexual encounters can hide her anxiety. Surrounded by so many interesting men and erotic enticements, Tuesday has no intention of committing to one man ever again. But the more she insists she’s nobody’s girl, the more she wants to be somebody’s girl. Will she continue to be a restless spirit and run from love or will she be won over?
*****
Excerpt from Restless Spirit by Sommer Marsden
I pointed to pretty boy with my pen. ‘I’ll get your Dr Pepper … um … Mr …’
‘Reed,’ he said. ‘My name is Reed Green.’
‘Like Mr Green Jeans!’ I said. Then I turned fast and prayed to drop dead. Because that always impresses a good looking man … a Captain Kangaroo reference.
I pulled his Dr Pepper and took his order, fish sandwich with lettuce, mayo and a toasted roll, an order of fries and lemon meringue pie for dessert. When I delivered the pie I blurted, ‘Undercover Father!’
He grinned at me and I felt that curl of heat in my gut again. Which made me think of Shepherd and what he’d done to me. And that made me think of meeting him in an hour and that made me antsy.
‘Good job.’ He tucked into the pie, rolled his eyes, took another bite.
‘And then–’
‘And then some other nothing-special, average TV shows and two movies and I got bored.’ He smiled as if to say end of story.
‘Oh, sure. I’m sorry. And now you …’
Why had I started that sentence?
‘Now, I write screenplays sometimes – if I feel like it – and have a berry picking farm.’
I laughed. ‘A what?’
‘A berry picking farm.’ He gave me a teasing smile.
‘Ah, see, I look at you and immediately think berry farmer.’
The traffic into Irv’s Eats was slowing down and Irv did not clear his throat at me. ‘As you should. Former TV star and now berry man.’
I smiled, realising when I glanced at the clock that in less than an hour I’d be at Shepherds. I had a vision of him on his knees, my fidgety fingers clutching my thighs as I came, water dripping from my hair, rain on the windows. I sighed without thinking about it.
‘You OK?’
‘I am. Sorry. My brain is racing, I just moved here, new job … just new everything.’
‘Ah, let me take you for a drink tonight and calm you down.’ His features were fine and almost delicate. High cheekbones, flawless skin, and Lord, those October sky blue eyes. I almost said yes and then, ‘I can’t. I have plans.’
‘Of course.’ There was that boyish smile, smooth silken voice that wasn’t too deep and manly or too soft and feminine. It was a liquid silver voice that flowed and calmed and made you think happy thoughts. ‘What was I thinking? A gorgeous young thing like you moves to town and I think I’d get first opportunity to woo you? Crazy old man.’
‘Old? Like what? Thirty?’
‘Thirty-three. See? What do you know?’
‘That you’re a whole four years older than me. Are you calling me old, Mr Green?’
‘Would it earn me a drink?’
‘No.’
‘A smack?’
‘Maybe.’ I took the tab and the money he offered.
‘How about you just let me take you for a drink on a night you don’t have plans and I can tell you how you don’t look a day over twenty-two.’
‘Deal,’ I said. ‘I’ll go get your change.’
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US print coming August 1, 2012
May 7, 2012
Guest Blog: Zee Monodee
Digging deep to lay the roots of Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book Two) by Zee Monodee
It’s a pleasure to be here today, folks – when Lucy asked me over, I was delighted to do a blog swap with her.
Until I slammed into the ‘wall’ – what topic will I address? Lucy to the rescue, asking “Was there a lot of research involved in this book?”
Was there? Boy, you don’t know the half of it! *grin*
First off, let me give you an idea what Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book Two) is about. It’s the story of Rayne, aka Kali, a clandestine secret agent and super-efficient killer who returns to civilian life to be with the one man she’s always loved.
The love story part, I had it down pat. I’ve been reading romances for 20+ years now, and been writing them for 7-or-so years. But the clandestine agent bit? Are you kidding me? What on earth do I, the ditzy housewife whose biggest thrill-episode was cutting class and not getting caught in high school, know about being a spy?
I have no clue why or how I even started writing a romantic suspense/espionage thriller series with the Corpus Brides. I just know that when I started Book 1, Walking The Edge, about 2.5 years ago, that the heroine’s amnesiac trek through London and Marseille led me to the workings and ramifications of a clandestine agency called the Corpus.
Still, there’s a difference between penning about ‘some’ memories of a clandestine life, and actually penning the day-to-day, minute-by-minute, clandestine life and missions.
My TV junkie status helped here – there I was downing season after season of spy/espionage fare, and learning everything I could from the lifestyle they portrayed. Nikita (the Maggie Q one, where a rogue agent takes on her former agency), La Femme Nikita (starring Peta Wilson, in which she’s a convict given a second chance, by becoming a clandestine agent), Covert Affairs (in which Piper Perabo is a green CIA cherry sent in the field before her secret agent training is over), and Burn Notice (where former, burned spy Michael Westen, played by Jeffrey Donovan, sets out to find who inside his agency burned him, and along the way, uses his spy-skills to help the down-trodden and those in need).
I gobbled these shows, watched every nuance, every aspect, every detail, of these “spies” and how they lived their life. That gave me a good shot at portraying the clandestine lifestyle, especially when on a mission. What about the rest?
Spies kill, and what do they kill with? Guns, of course! I’m lucky that I have a husband who is a trove of information on guns, and two growing boys who wield all types of firearms and know the specs of each one in their video-game junkie sprees. I’ve thus learned that a Makarov, a Russian pistol, is heavier than most commercial handguns; that a Colt Python .353 Magnum is now a collector’s weapon; that the Barrett M82A1 rifle is banned in the state of California; that James Bond used a Walther P99 with a silencer; that bullets also come as hollow-points that fragment upon impact; that .50 BMG caliber is used for anti-materiel sniping.
And whoever thinks “spy” thinks “cosmopolitan locations”. I’ve never been to mainland Europe, never set foot in Las Vegas, yet I had scenes in the story that would take place there. How do you render a proper geographical description and use the setting to your advantage, when you have no clue what the place is like really? This is where online guides and Youtube videos come in handy – a scene set in Prague takes place along the trajectory I viewed in a video guide to Prague’s city centre!
Not to mention that my hero is a London paramedic, and in the first scene of the book, is called to attend to an injury resulting from a drunken fight. I wanted him to come across as a real London paramedic would, so that involved getting in touch with actual London Ambulance Service paramedics and having them run me through protocol and checking the scene for accuracy – my endless thanks to them for their patience and willingness to assist!
I think that for almost every one of the 325 pages in this book, there’s a nugget of research involved in the writing.
My aim, though, is to provide the best, and most accurate, reading experience for my reader. I hope I have managed that with the story I have penned, and the research I undertook to make this story as true-to-life and as realistic as possible.
Take a bet on Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book 2), and I hope you’ll let me know what you think of the story!
Thanks again for having me over today, Lucy!
From Mauritius with love,
Zee
*****
Before The Morning
. . . is a time of great darkness. . .
A trained killer with borderline sociopathic tendencies:
Rayne Cheltham traced out her life’s path when she was twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.
A former cop burned by life and his personal demons:
When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into an abyss once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his second chance, and the one who will save him.
Each thinks the other is their redemption . . . until they discover how deep the other’s edge of darkness goes
No one knows Rayne used to be a spy and an assassin, and no one knows why Ash left the police force. The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder with a lit fuse in their hands. Neither knows what ‘normal’ means now, especially Rayne, whose whole life is built on a lie. Truth is threatening to explode in their faces, and that is not the only menace they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her past before it is too late.
Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path? Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge, still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?
Grab your copy of Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book 2) at NobleRomance.com.
Watch the book trailer here http://youtu.be/ivUw0X9odFk
More about Zee Monodee at her blog http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com/
You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads, as ZeeMonodee.
*****
Excerpt:
From the front-facing window on the second floor of the Shepherd’s Close freehold, Corpus secret agent Rayne Cheltham watched the ambulance pull away from the curb.
Shivers crept up her arms, and she hugged herself tight to ward them off.
Get a grip!
She was a professional on an assignment, an elite, trained operative from a clandestine agency that handled operations for governments and international forces as a stealthy left hand. Her agency entrusted her with the most important missions—nothing should faze her.
Before today, she would’ve said that nothing could affect her when she had her eyes on a goal.
But she wasn’t sure anymore. She’d never had her past collide with her present like a few moments ago, in the form of her childhood best friend.
Ashford Gilfoy, better known as Ash. The boy who had been there to catch her when, at six, she had slipped while climbing the chestnut tree that sat right on the border between their two houses in Hastings, two days after her family moved there from Salisbury. The boy who had taught her how to ride a bicycle without the training wheels on the long and winding, gravel-covered lane leading to her parents’ mansion. The teenager who had smashed the nose of the first lad who had broken her heart, at thirteen, during recess in the schoolyard. The young man she had left seventeen years ago on a platform at London Waterloo, on the day she bid her old life goodbye.
For the first time since that day, she was back on British soil, and kismet decided Ash should cross her path.
Why then, of all times? She was a hair’s breadth away from closing the contract on this mission. Seven months of intensive infiltration work and she was ready to achieve her aim—neutralize Nikolai Grigorievskiy’s criminal operations before she took out the man. The Corpus always sent her for the kill, but the trick was that she had to make her target’s death appear self-inflicted, at the bare minimum, or an accident, in the direst of cases. Measles, as such operations were known in their clandestine world—a planned assassination that didn’t leave any indication of the cause of death. She would then have to sanitize everything—leave no evidence, no witness, nothing that could lead back to her. Unlike her other agency counterparts, she wasn’t an out-and-out black ops assassin, but a different level of highly implicated agent provocateur.
My Thoughts on Fifty Shades of Grey
Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James. If you haven’t heard of it, you’ve probably been living under a rock for the past few months. It’s the erotic book that’s rocketed into the mainstream press and topped the New York Times bestseller list, amongst others. Its popularity is unquestionable, which is why I’m not writing a typical review. I don’t see the point – people will read it whatever reviewers say, just because they want to see what all the fuss is about. How do I know? Because that’s why myself and several of my friends read it. We just wanted to see what the hoohah was all about.
From what I’ve gleaned from conversations with people, and seeing things on Twitter, Facebook, etc, this book seems to be like Marmite. People either love it, or hate it. It’s been called the Twilight of erotica, and I can see why. It’s pulling in a whole new readership to erotica (just as Twilight did to young adult) and is provoking opinions left, right and centre. Some people adore the book and its characters. Others have said that the storyline is good, but the writing itself is very poor. Some just plain despise it.
So, for what it’s worth, here’s my two penneth worth (slight spoilers ahead).
I share the opinion of the person that said it’s a good story, but the writing isn’t very good. I did my best to read the book with no preconceptions about it and make up my own mind, but I still agreed. Why? Because the book had me rolling my eyes on a regular basis. The main character, Anastasia, whose point of view the story is told from, is pretty damn annoying. She’s twenty-one, but she comes across as a very immature girl with some kind of split personality disorder. She has her own thoughts, and on top of that, her inner goddess and her subconscious are always chipping in with their take on things. As well as that, she seems to start the book as a girl who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but then when she starts seeing Christian who wants to dominate her, she suddenly grows a backbone and seems to delight in defying him.
There’s a lot of repetition. Christian Grey, who is the lead male, has grey eyes. We’re told this very early on in the book. And, just in case we forget, we’re told again on just about every other page. So if you don’t know by the end of the book that Christian has grey eyes, you should probably go and see a doctor about your memory loss.
Christian himself is quite the enigma. It seems the whole point of the novel is to show just how mysterious and domineering Christian Grey is. And sexy, and rich, of course. Unfortunately, I found him just as annoying as Anastasia. Throughout the book, we’re given the impression that something in Christian’s past has made him the way he is – a Dominant who doesn’t like to be touched. That’s fair enough, but I don’t like the way it’s portrayed that there has to be a reason. Why can’t people just be like that? I don’t have to have a reason for being a person who doesn’t like broccoli, do I? I just don’t like it. Worst of it, we’re never really told what that reason is. We’re given hints and we can probably guess, but the writer runs the risk of people getting to the end of this book and deciding they really don’t care.
Fortunately for the next book in the series, James has ended the story with enough of a mystery (I wouldn’t quite call it a cliffhanger) that people will likely want to read the next book. In spite of the fact that the writing and the characters annoyed me, the storyline had enough of a hint as to what happens next to make me buy the next book in the series, just to see if I’m right or not. So I have a strong suspicion that others will feel the same. Some of the sex scenes were pretty hot, too. Though there was some terminology that made me cringe.
In summary, Fifty Shades of Grey will not make it anywhere near my list of favourite books. But it won’t be in my list of horrendous books, either. In some ways it feels like a first draft, but the storyline is compelling enough to make people keep reading. And of course, people will buy the trilogy anyway, just so they can say they’ve read it.
Basically, James is laughing all the way to the bank, and regardless of what I think of the book, I say fair play to her. She’s obviously worked hard at writing these books and it’s always nice to see a fellow writer getting recognition. On a more selfish note, it’s great that the spotlight is now on erotica and erotic romance. Hopefully it means that the genre will slowly become more socially acceptable. I’m not saying that we’ll suddenly see droves of people reading dirty books in public, but they may well buy them for their Kindle, and maybe not care as much if someone peeks over their shoulder. I’m certainly not going to complain if someone buys my entire backlist because they’ve become a fan of erotica on the back of the Fifty Shades of Grey publicity, am I?!
So, do you want to see what all the fuss is about? Bag the book for your Kindle UK, Kindle US, or grab the paperback from Amazon UK or Amazon US, The Book Depository or even your local bookstore or supermarket. Yes, that’s right! Erotica is readily available in your local bookstore (even my local one that carries no other erotica!) or supermarket. Woohoo! Bring on the smut!
Also, if the rumour that Ian Somerhalder will play Christian Grey in the movie is true, I would totally go and see it. 
May 5, 2012
Blisse Kiss Spring Fling
It’s that time again! Yes, time for another Blissekiss! This time, the theme is spring, therefore I’ve chosen a kiss from The Great Outdoors Vol 2, which takes place in the rain. And what is spring without frequent downpours?
So, what do you do? It’s easy. Just check out the yummy snogging excerpt below, which will hopefully entice you to buy the book Then, scroll down to the Rafflecopter and make your entries to be in with a chance of winning an awesome prize. Finally, hop back to Blissekiss.co.uk and check out the excerpts and prizes from all the other authors – there’s tons of stuff to be won!
*****
Excerpt from A Date to Remember, from The Great Outdoors Vol 2.
Just when things couldn’t get any worse – they did. Zoe felt wet splashes on her face. Looking up, she grimaced at the sky, which was dark with ominous-looking clouds. Typically, they were nowhere near decent shelter, having wandered into a park.
Nick, dull as dishwater but still a gentleman, ushered Zoe into the slight shelter of some trees. Removing his coat, he hoisted it over their heads and tucked Zoe under his arm, keeping her warm as well as dry.
And not a moment too soon. The spatters of rain quickly turned into torrents so violent that they bounced off the ground. Instinctively, Zoe snuggled closer to Nick. The temperature had dropped and their breath was visible in the air. The pair stood silently, awestruck by the force of Mother Nature.
Zoe felt Nick shift, and she looked up at him. He was looking at her, a lopsided grin on his face.
“What?” said Zoe.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it? Makes you feel kind of insignificant.”
They both looked back at the rain, which was still teeming down, heedless of their plight. After a few silent seconds, they shared another glance. Their breath mingled together under Nick’s coat and Zoe was suddenly very aware of how close together their faces were. Especially when Nick bent down to kiss her.
Zoe surprised herself by not freaking out when their lips touched. Even more so when he slipped one hand round the back of her neck, pulling her closer, while the other still held the coat over their heads. She reasoned with herself; he was a good-looking guy. And it had been a while. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt.
Opening her mouth to admit his tongue, Zoe started to think perhaps Nick wasn’t that boring, after all. He was an extremely good kisser, slow and sensual. She put her arms around his waist, pulling their lower bodies together. It soon became apparent that he was enjoying this just as much as she was. As his erection pressed against Zoe’s hip, a delicious heat grew in her groin. Rain always made her horny, so snogging under a tree in a storm was bound to do funny things to her libido.
When Nick manoeuvred them both round so she was pressed against the tree, the last thing on her mind was getting her coat dirty. He pulled away from her mouth, only to start kissing her neck, jaw line and even having a little nibble on her earlobe. Zoe felt juices trickling into the gusset of her knickers and her clit ached for attention.
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May 3, 2012
Guest Blog: Sapphic Planet
Sapphic Planet ~ Adriana Kraft
Welcome to the Sapphic Planet Blog Tour, April 23 – May 4! We’re giving away a free download of Sapphic Planet to one lucky commenter – be sure to check out all the posts on our tour: http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/sapphic-planet/. The more blogs you comment on, the more chances to win!
Today, welcome author Adriana Kraft, with her short story, Accidental Contact.
Accidental Contact
The curves of a woman. Soft, round, comforting, tantalizing, tempting, enthralling. There’s nothing quite like erotic scenes with two women together, and it turns out that both halves of Adriana love to read them and write them. We’re a married couple writing together: erotic romance for two, three or more.
Our Sapphic Planet story is definitely a twosome, and one of our favorite sub genres – a Cougar story. Baby Boomers ourselves, we love to write stories featuring older heroines, in line with another of our mantras: hot sex at any legal age.
Story Blurb:
Natalie and the much younger Bridgette are real estate agents who’ve often traveled together for business seminars. Now they’re snowbound in New York City in a hotel room with only one bed. Will Natalie dare to make her move?
Accidental Contact Excerpt
Groggily, Natalie peeked at the red numerals on the hotel clock. Midnight—they’d only been in bed for an hour.
Her eyes blinked wide open. There was a hand on her breast. She wiggled her fingers. The hand definitely wasn’t hers. She held her breath, taking stock of her situation.
Steady breathing warmed her neck. She was in danger of becoming intoxicated with Bridgette’s scent. She squirmed her bottom only to discover something solid—Bridgette’s torso, curved around hers. Fortunately, they were about the same height.
She couldn’t discern if Bridgette was awake or maybe acting out a dream. Natalie rechecked the clock. It had taken her nearly five minutes to assess her situation, and she still wasn’t sure what was happening. Her breathing faltered. She did know her nipples were growing incredibly aroused.
Shutting her eyelids, she withdrew into her body to concentrate on one particular nipple. The one Bridgette’s thumb lay within an inch of.
Author Bio
Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a married couple writing erotic romance together. Published at Extasy Books, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Love You Divine, Logical Lust and Torquere, our novels and short stories garner top reviews and are available in e-book and print. Genres include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, with both contemporary and paranormal settings.
Adriana Kraft on the Web
Website: http://www.adrianakraft.com/
Blog: http://www.adrianakraft.com/blog
FaceBook http://www.facebook.com/people/Adriana-Kraft/100001944980679
Twitter http://twitter.com/AdrianaKraft
GoodReads http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/1578571.Adriana_Kraft
Midnight Seductions http://midnightseductionsauthors.blogspot.com/
Sapphic Planet Blurb
Welcome to the Sapphic Planet, a literary realm where women are free to love one another without fear of prejudice or reprisal. Inside these pages you’ll discover nineteen stories written specifically to tease and titillate your senses.
From a frolic in the rain with a Bathing Beauty, to a concerned sibling showing his sister some Brotherly Love, and everything in between – whether you’re in the mood for steamy romance or unrequited lust, we’ve got a story guaranteed to satisfy your cravings.
This anthology showcases just a fraction of the talent from the writers of Sapphic Planet, a group specifically created for authors and aspiring authors of quality lesbian literature. Now sit back, relax and enter our world. Afterwards, while waiting to catch your breath, take a moment to visit us online at www.sapphicplanet.com
Contributing Authors
Beth Wylde, Jean Roberta, Kissa Starling, Jodi Payne, Meg Leigh,
Jennifer Cross, Dylynn DeSaint, JT Langdon, Allison Wonderland,
Nan Andrews, Fiona Zedde, Ann Cory, Adriana Kraft, Dalia Craig,
Stephanie Rose, Tenille Brown, Kira Chase, Moondancer Drake, Roxy Katt
BUY LINKS ~ Sapphic Planet is available in Print and Ebook ~
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007B5K9U8
Rainbow Ebooks http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6202
All Romance ebooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sapphicplanet-726425-144.html
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Another Review of Punish Me Good & Off the Shelf Extras
Fem dom mini-anthology Punish Me Good was reviewed by BDSM Book Reviews, and here’s what they had to say:
“Overall I found both flashy stories to be pleasantly sweet. They are a teaser which makes me want to read a full length book by Ms. Felthouse. I recommend this story to those who want to read a bit of light femdom.”
Can’t say much fairer than that! 
Read the full review here.
Also, if you’re dying to know more about Damien, the hero from my erotic romance novella Off the Shelf, then you’re in luck! He’s being interviewed over at Jean Joachim‘s place today – don’t miss it!
I’m also dishing the dirt over at Lovehoney – with the hottest sex scene from Off the Shelf. Check out the post here!
