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December 19, 2015
#NewRelease Holly’s Christmas Dom with Raven McAllan!
Hi, and thank you for having me here today and letting me talk about Holly’s Christmas Dom, my latest book from Evernight Publishing.
This was originally published elsewhere as a much shorter and less intense story. When the publisher in question closed down, I kept getting a niggle that now was my chance to rewrite and lengthen Holly and Mac’s story and show how they decided where their relationship was going—if anywhere.Do they end up ad they both want? You’ll have to buy the book to find out.
How do they end up and get what they both want? You’ll have to buy the book to find out.
Blurb…
Winters’ Tales, 1
Holly and Mac have been close friends for years, but never had the chance to get together. Now it’s time.
When Mac shows Holly what he wants and needs—her as his sub—it’s up to her to decide whether to accept him and his lifestyle. She’s waited for Mac for years, but never expected such an ultimatum.
Mac knows Holly’s the one for him. He’s sure she’s a sub—his sub—no one else’s. It’s up to him to show her that.
When they play together for the first time, both of them have to decide—is it for keeps? Or do they part ways when the fun is over?
And a wee tease…
Her jaw dropped and so did her gaze at the smoldering and oh so dominant look he’d given her.
Mac had stood in her hallway and told her starkly, “Holly, you know I want you. I have for years, and now’s the time to ask if you want me.” Her heart leaped, but before she had the chance to reply, he added, “It would be no straightforward relationship. In many ways, I’m not straightforward. I have very definite ideas about what I want from you. You need to think if you want to know what they are.” She’d opened her mouth to ask questions, and he’d stopped them with a kiss that made her toes curl. When he stood back, she’d just stared.
“Dominant, Holls. Think about it. If you want me, you’ll submit to me. I’ll be back, and we can talk. Read this please. Have faith.” He handed her an envelope and left, leaving her standing, wide-eyed, looking at the open door. That had been it.
Until tonight, when she’d glimpsed him across the village green, she still hadn’t believed him. Even after she’d opened the damned envelope and seen his handwriting, she hadn’t dared think of him in a positive way. Because how could she? After reading his ideas, what he needed from her, and not knowing if it was in her to do as he demanded, Holly had worried herself into not sleeping. He wouldn’t come back and ask her. If he did, she couldn’t say yes. Or could she? His demands made her itch to come, except there in the letter it said,
“If you are thinking in any way positive about this, you do not come until I say so. Your climax belongs to me.”
Even if she thought she might agree, she had no faith he would seek her out or that she truly was who he wanted. But she didn’t make herself come.
Now he was here and it was make-your-mind-up time. Her stomach jitterbugged as she drank in his image. Mac. Maybe soon-to- be her Mac. Her lips still tingled from his kiss—the rest of her just tingled.
“Holly, I’ve wanted you ever since you turned from the long- legged skinny kid who whined when Noel and I went off and did boy things into this stunning teenager with curves. A body to drool over and an ass I want to paddle. For all the right—or wrong—reasons.” He stopped speaking and took a mouthful of wine.
His swallow made her mouth dry up. That simple movement, the way his throat moved, and the play of his muscles, was so erotic her skin heated, and her senses went into high alert.
Hell, I have it bad if a simple swallow makes me think of sex. Of him swallowing me, me swallowing him, and—oh shit, I do have it bad.
Mac cleared his throat. So caught up in the moment, Holly realized she’d missed what he’d said.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I was miles away. So you’re going to explain what you want? I’m ready to hear. I…” She hesitated. “To be honest, Mac, I’m interested, but I’m not sure I can be what you want. I’m no subservient. I like to be in charge. Hell, if I didn’t, I’d never have left the village. I’d still be here, working for Mr. McKenzie as his typist. Not even a secretary or PA. Instead, I run my own recruitment agency in the city, have staff, and I’m happy.”
“Are you? Really?” he asked, his eyes more than curious. “I’d say that is only one small part of you.”
Holly decided she now knew the meaning of the expression “looked into your soul.” Her body was scorched by that look, her mind playing hopscotch as it jumped from one thought to another. She couldn’t help it—she squirmed.
“Happy? I’m not so sure you are,” Mac said in a definite manner. Even though his voice was low, the ring of sincerity and authority was clear. “Not missing something in your life? I think you are. That indefinable spark has gone from you, Holly. I can provide it if you want. However, you need to be sure. Very, very sure. I’ll stretch you, demand things of you that you didn’t think you were capable of doing.” He lowered his voice even more. “But in return, you’ll learn how to fly. And we will be partners.”
Hmm…
“You say that now, Mac, so define the partnership.” She needed it spelled out. “Because how can you dominate me if are we equals? To me, that’s a very unequal partnership.”
Mac lifted one hand in the air and his fingers splayed in what Holly decided was frustration with her.
Well, tough. I need to understand.
“No, Holly, that’s where you’re wrong. Okay, maybe some people want that, but the whole point of this is it will be our relationship. Ours,” he stressed. “Designed by us, for us. There is no one-scene-fits-all here. I’d say ask ten couples what a Dom-sub relationship means to them, and you’ll get fifteen different answers. But in each and every one, unless they specify differently, the sub is in charge every time. She or he calls the shots. Didn’t you read my letter?”
“Yes, but…” Holly stopped talking as he put a finger over his own lips, and then moved it to hers.
“Shh, you always did talk too much. There are so may other things that gorgeous mouth could be doing.”
Holly had never before heard such determination in his voice. Oh shit. Her clit did the samba, and her pussy joined in at the pictures that rushed into her mind. She pushed them away and concentrated on what Mac was saying—or tried to. It wasn’t easy when all she could see was a naked Mac bending over her and… No, no. Stop it already.
“Will you hear me out? Please? Without interrupting?” he asked. Only the faint shake of the finger over her mouth showed how tense he was. Otherwise, he could have been asking her to make a cuppa. “Then you can ask anything you want.”
She nodded, and he lifted his finger far enough for her to speak. “Okay, but I’m not saying I’ll agree with anything,” she said in a rush as her words tumbled over each other. “And if I have questions after, you promise you’ll answer them?”
He looked shocked. “Ah, Holls, of course I will. As well as show you anything you need a demonstration of.”
That was what she was worried about. What if she didn’t like the demonstrations? What if she did? His short descriptions of what he liked had her cream gathering and would have resulted in several sessions with her vibrator if he hadn’t demanded that she not come. As it was, she was frustrated and jumpy. Holly wasn’t a total innocent. Her experience with a hot male body might be almost nonexistent, but her experience with her purple friend wasn’t. Carol might have Verne, but she had Roger the Rabbit. Or she had until Mac’s letter. Poor Roger was now sadly neglected.
“Yes, well, we’ll see. Okay, Mac, go for it.”
If you like the idea of Holly and Mac, here’s where you can get hold of their story…
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hollys-christmas-dom-by-raven-mcallan/
http://www.bookstrand.com/hollys-christmas-dom-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-holly039schristmasdom-1942062-147.html
~~~~~
Well what can I say?
I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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Happy reading,
Love R x
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December 18, 2015
#ChristmasTreats All I Want For Christmas ~ Books for Christmas Treats Blog Hop! #Giveaway
Yes, I said it! Give me books. Look, I’ve been an author for quite some time, but I’m still a voracious reader. Shifters, vampire, sexy billionaires, and amazing motorcycle club members: you name it, I read it.
So it brings me great pleasure to be a part of the Christmas Treats Blog Hop!
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I, along with many other bloggers and authors, are sharing what they’d love to get for Christmas and are giving YOU some awesome giveaways to share in the Holiday Cheer!
So what books would I want, you ask?
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I love erotic romance (say it isn’t so!) and stories that keep me on the edge of my seat because the love makes you die inside. One series that just blew me away was by a very special woman named Anne Rice. But I fell in love with a tale she wove under the name…A. N. Roquelaure.
If you haven’t read this book…you need to.
Before E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey and Sylvia Day’s Bared to You, there was Anne Rice’sNew York Times best seller The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
In the traditional folktale of “Sleeping Beauty,” the spell cast upon the lovely young princess and everyone in her castle can only be broken by the kiss of a Prince. It is an ancient story, one that originally emerged from and still deeply disturbs the mind’s unconscious. In the first book of the series, Anne Rice (author of Beauty’s Kingdom), writing as A.N. Roquelaure, retells the Beauty story and probes the unspoken implications of this lush, suggestive tale by exploring its undeniable connection to sexual desire. Here the Prince awakens Beauty, not with a kiss, but with sexual initiation. His reward for ending the hundred years of enchantment is Beauty’s complete and total enslavement to him . . . as Anne Rice explores the world of erotic yearning and fantasy in a classic that becomes, with her skillful pen, a compelling experience. Readers of Fifty Shades of Grey will indulge in Rice’s deft storytelling and imaginative eroticism, a sure-to-be classic for years to come.
And, dammit, if it isn’t the truth. I’d love a copy of the trilogy to have on my bookshelf (my current version is on my eReader and it’s been read…a LOT)
This book was long before anyone learned about Christian Grey, about Gideon or watched The Secretary. Matter of fact, outside of this book, you didn’t have anyone re-writing fairy tales with such a naughty flair. I devoured these books in no time. Beauty was a delicate submissive who went through in-depth training that I couldn’t even begin to explain to you. Pick it up, and learn all about the Bridal Run :)
GIVEAWAY
[image error]So here’s my gift to you. In response to some very sexy BDSM, I’d love to offer you Sin’s Pleasure, Book 1 of my Happily Never Happened Series.
It’s a fairy tale retelling of Cinderella, and it’s got its own brand of lovely spanking involved!
Fairy Godmothers were the spawn of the devil, and Sin was perfectly happy leaving her broken marriage behind. Marriage to Prince Charming wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She wanted love on her terms, with a man who didn’t think cheating was foreplay.
Now she’s having trouble keeping away from Tobias, her hunk of a bodyguard that protected her when she saw clients as Mistress Sin on Fantasy Avenue. Or staying away from Zuriah, a shifter bent on making them both his mates.
Now she’s stuck trying on that damn glass slipper again, finding passion like she couldn’t believe existed. If she can just keep the Fairy Godmother from trying to muck things up again, and get over her old break-up, she might just find love ever after.
Want to win? Then comment below with what you favorite sexy romance series is, and one lucky winner with get their free copy (and because I love you I’ll throw in a surprise extra book!)
Come on, have a good time, and let you passion run wild.
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December 17, 2015
#NewRelease Crave by Erzabet Bishop
Crave (Bound To Be Naughty) by Erzabet Bishop –
Romance>BDSM
Blurb:
In the darkness of night, desire reigns supreme.
The sins of the past live on in the present…
Carefree submissive Linnet Adams is living the dream with a
promising future, another semester of school under her belt, and best of all,
the devotion of Master Gage. Her life at Crave, the city’s most exclusive BDSM
club, is everything to her until she’s thrust into a living nightmare.
Seven years, seven murders…
Ryder, a male submissive at Crave, is devoted to the
lifestyle and one very hard to pin down Domme. He is also a Doctor of
Psychology specializing in BDSM related crimes. When yet another murder occurs,
he is asked to assist Detective Linnet Adams. Sometimes the truth is hiding in
plain sight, and all it can take is one kiss.
The whisper of the cane can bring them heaven or hell…
Gage still dreams about the sub who got away. Linnet was his
fantasy girl and the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. As the
new owner of Crave, he still can’t get her out of his mind.
A discovery is about to rock his world and bring the past
and future colliding together. If only he has the courage to embrace it.
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Tags:
bdsm romance, contemporary romance, menage bdsm, mfm,
multiple partners, Abuse themes
Excerpt:
It had been a rough week, and her exams were finally done,
freeing up more of her time to devote to Master Gage. Just the thought of her
dark haired, muscular Dom sent shivers down her spine. The good kind. “Master
Gage said we had to keep everything low key until the semester was over. I just
hope he’ll make it in tonight. He texted me he was going to be late and to help
with the visitors.”
“Maybe he wants you to help the new guy feel at home.” Her
best friend April grinned and spun from side to side on the bar stool, her feet
dangling. “He’s supposed to be Master Gage’s special guest.” She polished off
her cranberry juice and turned to slide the empty glass across the bar to
Bernie.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” The large black man smiled, his eyes dancing
merrily. Everyone understood Bernie was the biggest teddy bear in the place,
but if anyone threatened one of the subs, he would rival even the toughest
Dungeon Monitor. “You girls be careful tonight. The boys upstairs are on
another membership drive, and I’m not so sure they checked out everyone like
they normally do.”
“Hmmm.” She eyed the charismatic blond man from across the
room. He was surrounded by women, each one eager to get a taste. “God. It’s
like a feeding frenzy.”
April laughed. “It is. I hope they leave more than the bones
for whoever gets him tonight.” Her Domme Evelyn waved at her from the St.
Andrew’s cross. “Look, I have to go. Mistress Evelyn is summoning me. You have
a great time, honey, and give me a call tomorrow.”
“Will do.” Linnet picked up her ginger ale and took a small
sip. She tugged down her frilly micro skirt and checked her corset to make sure
everything was in place. It felt good to sit down. The new black heels she’d worn
tonight were absolutely killing her, and it hadn’t even been two hours yet.
Bernie narrowed his eyes, his lips turning down in
disapproval as he gazed at the blond. “You be careful around that one, Linnet.
There’s been talk.”
Linnet cocked her head. “What kind of talk?”
“The kind that makes me want to throw his ass out the front
door and not care where it lands. I can’t believe he wormed his way in here.”
“Really?”
“Just don’t let yourself be alone with him, okay?”
“Point taken.” She swallowed the last of her drink and
heaved herself off the stool and back onto the floor. Her feet still hurt, but
at least it was a little better after sitting. “I’d better make my way into the
fray. If Master Gage comes in and sees me sitting, I’ll get my backside warmed
but good.”
Bernie chuckled. “You know you like it when that man paddles
you. Hell, he could paddle me anytime.”
“Naughty, Bernie.” Linnet giggled.
“Don’t you know it, babe. Now you watch yourself, you hear?”
“I will. Don’t worry.”
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write
naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science
of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark
(upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted
Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016),
Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black
Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection,
Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts:
Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain
Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many
anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015,
winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her
husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She
loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she
isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
Links:
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#SeriesSpotlight The Breaking Insanity Series by Courtney Lane
The BREAKING INSANITY Series
Genre: Psychosexual Thrillers
Content contains descriptive violence, graphic sex, coarse language, minor elements of horror, and scenes that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
The Sordid Promise
(Breaking Insanity, #1)
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Diouana “Nikki” returned to her hometown six months ago to tend to
her sick mother. She thought she’d left her “baggage” behind her on the
opposite coast, only to find that it never left her side. As her
self-destructive thoughts begin to consume her, her mother (realizing Nikki’s
torment) pushes Nikki to complete her last wishes.
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After her recent nuptials, Nikki Brenton is
quickly thrust into a world she once avoided. Unable to adjust, her unhealthy
addictions begin to tempt her and threaten to poison more than her sanity.
Nothing has ever been peaceful for Eric Brenton,
and his life with Nikki is no exception. The past he suppressed has returned to
wreak havoc on his life. He quickly discovers he can’t avoid his past, because
it’s ready to attack him where he is most vulnerable.
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With the world around them spinning out of control, Nikki and Eric will decide how far they are willing to descend to obtain what they want the most.
Nikki faces a tough situation that changes everything she thought she knew and tests her fragile limits. In order to get what she wants, she must do the one thing she swore to never do.
Unable to fight his nature, Eric quickly realizes he’s losing a fight against something he can’t control. Despite increasingly dire circumstances, Eric refuses to relent. He will fight to regain control of what he lost….by any means necessary.
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COURTNEY LANE has been creating her own little world since she was very young. When she was eight years old, she began to bring her worlds to life with a pen and paper.
Although she’s had a few short hiatuses, writing has been her passion for a number of years. Until 2013, she’d always viewed her writing as a personal hobby and a purgative process: She never thought about sharing her very personal works with anyone outside of her friends and family. On October 8, 2013, she took the plunge into self-publishing and began making her works available to the public.
While many of her works touch several different genres, she has an archetype when it comes to the female protagonists in her stories — they have to have certain brand of strength, be deeply flawed, and harbor layered personalities. In her books you will find themes that reflect the darker side of life with a tremendous amount of depth and complexity. She also has an affinity for characters that aren’t necessarily the girl or boy next door, or the people you’d encounter in everyday life. In other words, she prefers to explore characters who aren’t easy to fall in love with.
Currently, Courtney can be found either working on her next book, playing the latest role-playing game on her X-Box (preferably a game by BioWare), or spending time with her family.
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December 16, 2015
#NewRelease Donner and Prancer by Robin Badillo!
Noah Donner had it all. Good looks, great job, and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another
reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.
Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter, while not nearly as confident about herself when in human form. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira is surprised to learn she’s Noah’s latest target, and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.
Neither can deny the attraction, but Mira will need more than words to trust the sexy Casanova.
Can the two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little reindeer Game require a little Christmas magic?
Adult Excerpt:
Noah nudged her against the door, closing it behind them.
Mira gasped. His smoldering expression turned her stomach upside down, and heat pooled between her legs. Had he cast a spell, stealing away her ability to escape? Her skin tingled at the thought of giving in to his silent intent.
Noah’s hands found her midsection and needy eyes drank her in as though she were a mug of hot, buttered rum on a cold winter’s night.
I’ve totally lost my mind. “Is this really happening?” Did I say that aloud?
Noah’s eyes gleamed and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oh, it’s happening.” He slowly leaned in, and his lips grazed hers, immediately followed by his tongue. Warm swipes plunged deeper with each pass, triggering moisture that dampened her panties.
Mira’s knees buckled and Noah scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the sofa as though she weighed next to nothing.
His kisses grew more passionate. Deeper. Hungrier.
Mira could hardly catch her breath. This was crazy. Insane.
“Get the fuck out!”
Noah stopped. A look of confusion and shock flashed in his eyes. “What?”
Mira laughed, covering her mouth as heat rushed to her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sort of slips out whenever I’m surprised.”
Noah’s brow pinched. “You’re surprised?”
She bit back another laugh and went with an enthusiastic nod instead.
“Why?”
Mira’s head spun and she strained to sit upright. How could she explain this? “Men like you don’t come home with women like me, Noah.”
He shook his head. “Why?”
He sounded like a broken record now.
“Be-because,” she said stammering through her reply. “Look at you.”
Noah rose and stood by the sofa, gazing down at her. “What about me?”
“Uh …well, you’re built like a Greek god and you have a reputation as a …” She searched for the correct words—words that held a little more delicacy than man-whore. “Ladies’ man?”
“Humph.” He rested his hands on his hips. “Ladies’ man, huh?”
“I was being polite.” Mira squirmed.
Noah’s eyebrows arched high. “Is that so?” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, Mira?”
Bile shot up in the back of her throat as her nervous demeanor morphed into one a little more hostile. “How I really feel?” Dozens of irritating things about the man came to mind. Everything from his obnoxious, too-loud laugh, to the ugly reindeer sweater he wore, to the Christmas party every friggin’ year. “Well …for starters, you brag about your conquests entirely too much.” She’d keep her comments limited to the facts rather than opinions. “You treat women like trophies and well … you seem to have a serious problem with my ass.” The last part flew out of her mouth so fast she had no time to reel it back in.
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Author Bio:
Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away. With no particular skills to speak of other than making killer chili con queso, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.
A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her readers’ appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.
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December 14, 2015
#NewRelease Holidays in Hell by Erzabet Bishop with Etopia Press!
Title: Holidays in Hell (Demons in Darkness Series #1)
Publisher: Etopia Press
Pages: 64
Tags: bdsm, bondage, demons, dom, domination, erotic
fantasy, erotic romance, erzabet bishop, holidays, incubus, kink, paranormal
erotic romance, paranormal romance, redemption, sub, submission, succubus, wax
play
Blurb:
This year Christmas just got a little hotter.
Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus
with an incurable lust for women, gingerbread, and holiday lights. He needs one
more soul to meet his quota. Amid the baubles and frivolity of the Winter
Carnival, he meets Holly Pendleton—a woman with emerald green eyes and a body
built for sin—and marks her as the final soul to end his contract. But now
Jonas faces a heart-wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger,
or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire.
Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas’s deepest Christmas wish
and the one woman who could set him free.
Holly Pendleton is still recovering from the death of her
husband and Dom. The holidays are especially lonely until a dark stranger walks
in the door to Harlowe’s Bookery and Christmas Shoppe. The man’s enigmatic gaze
holds her and ignites her body and her mind. When Holly accepts a job to
decorate the sexy client’s apartment, she unknowingly steps into an age-old
battle between the forces of darkness. Jonas Corsair is a man who makes her
blood run hot and her dreams even hotter. But will she survive his hold on her
soul?
Buy Links:
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Excerpt:
Holly Pendleton balanced a pile of books in her arms and
made her way out of the stockroom. She glanced over at her boss and best
friend, Gracie Harlowe, at the register and smiled. She enjoyed the busy throng
of people at the winter carnival and usually looked forward to it. She had
worked other retail jobs in the historic downtown shopping district, but
working here was a dream come true. When Gracie had called her up three months
ago and offered her the assistant manager’s job, she had taken it and hadn’t
looked back.
Teetering on the edge of depression for months after
watching her husband die of cancer, Holly was having a hard time finding the
holiday spirit this year.
Derek had only been thirty-four, she thought bitterly.
They’d been married for nine years, but she had known him since she was a geeky
freshman in high school. The hole was too big to fill, and it left her feeling
empty.
Still, she was grateful to Gracie for kicking her in the
pants and getting her out of bed and back into the world again. Just in time
for the holidays too. It was a special time that she and Derek had always
shared. He would have wanted her to be happy.
She laid the stack of Christmas cookie books on a festive
table near the window display and straightened the array of titles. Her gaze
wandered to the small kitchen at the back of the store, and she made a mental
note to grab some more cookies to refill the party trays on the dessert table.
“Holly!” Gracie waved her arms. “Can you grab me another stack
of Fifty Shades of Grey?”
She glanced at the display where the books were and found
they were down to one copy. Not good. Sales had started to slow down, but
erotica had been steadily increasing over the past few months. It made her
laugh to see the smut novels near the holiday displays, but it made the
customers happy, so who was she to quibble? Besides, she loved reading them
herself.
“I’ll get them!” Holly wound her way back into the stockroom
and yanked a box off the overstock shelves. She grabbed a box cutter, deftly
opened the box and placed the books on a cart, adding some of the second,
third, and the new fourth book in the series, as they were getting a little on
the low side too.
Erotic romance books were one of the few things she let
herself enjoy these days, and she had several customers who came back to ask
her about the latest and greatest. It was a fantasy land that took her beyond
the walls of hospitals and now, the silence of the apartment at night. Reading
was safe. She never even considered dating again. That part of her life was
over.
Holly shook off the melancholy and hoofed it back onto the
shop floor. Stacking the books onto the table, she arranged them in orderly
piles of gray covers with erotic masks, ties, and handcuffs. She passed the
romance section and gathered up some of her favorites to restock her promo
shelf at the storefront. Cherise Sinclair, Kallypso Masters, Jasmine Haynes,
Red Phoenix, Rachel Kramer Bussel…she loved them all. There were so many great
writers that had made bondage erotica take off. Fifty Shades may have gotten
the public reading again, but she had been a fan for years. Now the movie had
come out for the famous books, and she wondered how it compared.
Smiling wistfully, she caressed the covers and wished her
husband were still with her. She missed his firm hand and their power
exchanges. He had been more than just her husband. He had been her Dom. Losing
him had been the collapse of her entire world. If it hadn’t been for these
books and Gracie, she would still be huddled in a miserable ball, crying her
eyes out and wondering why he had to die. He was so young, and they hadn’t had
much time.
“Can you help ring for a second?” Gracie called out and made
a quick jaunt to the restroom in the back of the store.
Holly moved behind the counter and smiled as a woman arrived
in front of her to check out. It was a unique store, and she loved being here.
Gracie had crafted a special place for book lovers, and every holiday she
spruced it up beautifully. Even when she wasn’t working here, Holly loved to
come and check out the newest selections and pick up a couple of items for the
house. Halloween, Christmas, or whatever was happening, Gracie always seemed to
have the perfect balance of home décor and books to dive into, whether it was a
cozy mystery or a pulse-pounding thriller. In the early days, it had just been
decoration, but now she had expanded the business to selling the trees and
offering to spruce up clients’ homes. The shop was every bit as special as
Gracie, and it had, over the years, become Holly’s second home, even before she
started working there.
Decorating clients’ businesses and homes and working behind the
shop counter kept her busy. Putting up a tree gave her joy, and she saw how
other lives were touched by a few twinkle lights and some tinsel. She’d done
some decorations for the folks in the cancer ward, and this was a natural
transition. If she could bring happiness by hanging a wreath or by delivering
an order of books to a shut-in woman, then she was pleased to do it. It took
her mind off the loneliness and gave her a purpose. This time of year especially.
The front door opened with a blast of snowy air, and an
imposing thirty-something man sporting a thigh-length leather coat blew in. His
chiseled features and mass of dark hair made her catch her breath and falter in
her task of ringing up the woman in front of her. The black sweater he wore
under his coat looked striking against the dark blue of his eyes. The gray
slacks draped over his frame, his black boots befitting the weather outside. He
said nothing to her, his gaze captivated by the display of holiday decorations.
How odd.
He reminded her of one of the Doms in her collection of
books. Heat spiked through parts of her she’d thought were as dead as her
husband. She wondered how it would feel to unwrap that package.
Blushing, Holly turned back to the customer in front of her.
Good grief, she hoped he hadn’t noticed her staring.
Holly finished ringing the books up and slipped them into a
bag. She tossed in a candy cane with a card offering their holiday decorating
services attached. “Here you go. Have a wonderful day.”
The woman waved good-bye and shuffled out the door into the
snow. Looking anywhere but at the enigmatic man in front of her, Holly fought
the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was incredible. The
way his well-built form filled the space made her eyes automatically seek him
out. Warmth stirred in her lower belly, and she nibbled on her lip.
“Hello. Welcome to Harlowe’s.” She fiddled with the hem of
her sweater and felt a surge of heat rush up the sides of her face.
Ugh. How lame was she to just blurt that out?
The man raised an eyebrow, a dark and sensual smile sliding
over his features. “Thank you.” His voice melted over her like chocolate, and
she shivered.
Holly turned away and busied herself with stuffing bags with
holiday activity lists. What kind of horrible woman was she to even be reacting
to another man just a year after her husband’s passing? Lusting after the man
in gray. Her lips thinned. No. She wasn’t ready for those feelings. Especially
not from a stranger she had seen for all of thirty seconds.
She sneaked a glance at him while she straightened gift
bags. He walked up to the Christmas tree in the front window and stroked its
branches. Fingering the ornaments, he explored their small holiday store with a
reverence that reminded her of a priest in church. Men usually didn’t bother
with Christmas tree ornaments, but he was enraptured. It was mystifying.
A flush crept across Holly’s face. Stirrings of longing
zapped through her body as she wondered if this dark-haired stranger knew his
way around a flogger. Sighing deeply, she knelt down to pick up a bag that had
fallen off the counter while she worked.
“Time for a cold shower tonight,” Holly mumbled. Sensing
someone in front of the register, she stood.
“Hi. Did you need help finding anything…?” The very source
of her temptation stood right in front of her. Oh God. She wanted to reach
right across the counter and run her tongue over those amazing lips.
Holidays in Hell is the beginning to my new series, Demons in Darkness. The next two books will be released in 2016.
Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who
loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date,
Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board,
Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red
Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions:
The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts:
Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane
Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor
to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014
and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been
nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with
her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When
she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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December 11, 2015
#NewRelease A Red Dress for Christmas by Erzabet Bishop
Title: A Red Dress For Christmas
Line: Romance on the Go
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance/ mf
Blurb:
Angel in a red dress…
Cecily’s husband Neil has kept her waiting one too many
times. After another lonely night of movie watching, she decides to take her
pleasure into her own hands. Neil comes home from work and catches her being a
very naughty girl. Tangled up in tinsel and wearing a smoking hot red dress,
surely her holiday wish will come true.
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking
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Excerpt:
“Why did you have to leave?”
Neil rubbed his hand along Cecily’s ass, his finger edging
between her skin and the lacy red panties from behind.
“Why do you think?”
Neil’s cock pressed against Cecily’s side. His fingers
continued their distracting path even as he upped the pulses on the vibrator.
“How do you like that?” he whispered, voice husky. He untied
the strings on the panties, giving him greater access to her slick folds.
“Oh. My. God!” Cecily moaned into his thigh as he slid two
fingers inside of her at the same time as he cranked up the power on the tiny
vibrator to what felt like its highest capacity.
Neil pumped his thick fingers into her pussy relentlessly,
taking Cecily close to the edge and pulling back out again. He turned off the
vibe, leaving her staring down at the carpet, completely bereft.
“But… Oh, Neil!” Cecily wriggled against his lap, her erect
clit pulsing between her legs and her molten core longing for release.
Neil smoothed her hair from her face and wiped a tear that
slid from her eye.
“That’s how I felt looking at those pictures. I wanted to
bury my cock inside of you and I couldn’t. I haven’t seen you much at all with
this new job, let alone been able to do anything about the raging lust giving
me a boner big enough to buy out the vibrator counter just so I’d have a bag
big enough to walk out of the store without disgracing myself.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” Cecily started to move, but Neil
stilled her.
“Wait. I have an idea.” Neil kissed her on the top of her
head. “Come on. Let’s go in the living room.” He helped her up and eased off
the bed and onto his feet. The walk to the living room was quick, Neil shutting
off the lights as he went.
“I want to take you here. Right in front of the tree.”
Cecily grinned, desire raging through her veins. “What about
Lulu?”
“Look, she’s on the chair asleep.”
“Mmmm.” Cecily turned her gaze to the twinkling holiday
lights and knelt down on the carpet.
Neil slid behind her and she heard the sound of a zipper.
“I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I. Take me.”
The tip of Neil’s cock teased her entrance. Suddenly he was
in, thrusting balls deep. With a groan, he slid his hands down her sides. With
one hand he grasped her hip, the other her clit.
“If you don’t fuck me now I’m going to die,” Cecily
whispered, grinding herself against the root of him. “I need you.”
A lot of people ask me why I do short fiction. It’s a fun escape into another world and it lasts long enough to break the cycle of everyday but still feel like you’ve read something fun and worthwhile. The Romance on the Go line is exactly that. Tight stories that explore erotic romance with flair and in this case, some tinsel and a whole lot of naughty.
Happy reading and I hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday season.
Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award-winning author who
loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date,
Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board,
Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red
Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions:
The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts:
Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series:
Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a
contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards
for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has
been nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas
with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local
bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster
movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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#NewRelease The Secret of Obedience by Liv Rancourt!
The
Secret
of
Obedience
Blurb
Can a jock find love with a hot little hipster?
Opposites attract, but secretsdivide.
Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two
years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his
education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without
having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile.
But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy
Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.
Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the
street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady
boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break
through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret.
Buy
Links
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& Noble
Excerpt
My bike’s parked right in front of the club. “Are we going far?” I ask.
“Four or five blocks.”
I hand him the helmet. “Get on.”
He slides the helmet on, and I help him tighten the buckles. He chitters a laugh, making the moment silly and a little awkward. I straddle the bike, and when he climbs on behind me it turns me on so bad I almost come again. Damn. I want to be stretched out in a bed with Sang, both of us naked, with a box of condoms and a Costco-sized bottle of lube.
With nudges and hand signals, he guides me to a big brick apartment building about a quarter mile away. I park, and he springs off, leaving me with a sharp shiver at the loss of his heat. By the time I get the bike locked up, he’s on the front door phone.
“I need your bed, chica.”
“I’m in it.” The voice is muffled, most likely female, and laughing rather than annoyed.
“Then your couch.”
The phone clicks and goes to dial tone, and the door buzzes. I follow Sang through the lobby, where the dark burgundy carpet could be original to the 1940s. We jog up a couple flights of stairs and down a hall to an open apartment door.
“Go.” He hustles me in, then throws the deadbolt and taps on a closed door to our right. “Thanks, baby.”
An indistinct bleat answers him, likely from the location of the occupied bed. The rest of the apartment is one room with a kitchenette in the corner. It’s dark except for the streetlights outside, but Sang knows where to find candles and a match. We’re quiet, wordless, working with borrowed solitude. Compared with the thrash of the nightclub and the sleazy bathroom stall, I’ll take it.
I dump my jacket and helmet on the dining table. Sang sets two candles on the tiny bookcase, hauls me over to the couch, and pushes me down. I’m laughing, because for a little guy, he’s bossy as hell. Then he straddles me, and I want to kiss him without pissing him off. I drag him close and nuzzle his neck, tasting, testing, planting not-kisses in a hot line down his throat. He sighs, and I take it as permission to keep going.
His pants are stretch leggings, so it doesn’t take much to get them worked down over his hips to free his dick. It’s so elegant, tapered and smooth. I want to suck on it again, to bring him off and make him sputter in Korean or Chinese or whatever language he babbled in last time. If he wanted me to, I’d fuck him, but he’d have to ask. I’m not really much for butt sex. If a guy’s into it, I’ll do what he wants, but my own preference is for hands and mouths, everything slick with spit and lube. I like messy sex. And kissing. I really like kissing.
I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over the head of his dick, and he flops against me like I’ve disconnected his spinal cord. The room smells of smoke and roses, and he’s fumbling at my zipper, those delicate hands all trembling and raw, so I reach in and help. My hand’s big enough to wrap around both of us, the heat of his thrust enough to drive both of us crazy. His lace shirt is tangling in my fingers and around our shafts, so I undo the buttons and shove it off his shoulders. My black silk is already kinda trashed, but he does the same for me, exposing my chest.
Our thrusting goes from eager to urgent to needy, his heavy-lidded gaze trapping me. His climax hits like a rocket, like fireworks going off in a black July sky. I follow, but it’s more of a tease, dragged out, slow and seductive until I can’t breathe and I arch off the couch. Sang crawls up my chest, hanging on, laying open-mouthed kisses over my ear, down my jaw.
If I’m lucky, this night will never end.
“We need to go soon.”
His whisper hits me like a slap. “I’d bring you back to my dorm,” I say, “but I haven’t given my roommate the homophobia quiz yet.”
He raises up and smirks at me. “I don’t like him already.”
I run a hand over his shoulder, smoothing his ruffled feathers. My calloused fingertips catch in the lace, and I wonder how something so old fits like it was made for him.
“What are you studying in that big school, anyway?” His question is tentative, cautious.
“Exercise science or maybe business. I haven’t chosen a major yet.” I pause, giving him a chance to ask a follow-up question. When he doesn’t I step up. “What about you? What are you studying at that big school?”
He grimaces and shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m not at your school.”
“Oh, it’s my school now?”
He pats my cheek. “Yes. Your school.”
“I see you every day in World History.”
“No one sees me.” His lower lip softens, and he catches it with the tips of his teeth. “They see the clothes.” He reaches for the lace blouse, shaking it out and tossing it over his shoulders. “They see a girl or a scenester or a queer.” He stands, shakes his junk back into his stretchy pants, does a little hootchie dance to organize things. “No one sees me. Not even my family.”
Old pain erodes his effervescence, showing through the cracks like basalt under soil. I’m stretched over the couch, on display, my shirt open and my dick hanging out of my jeans. He covers my eyes with his hand, but I knock it away.
“I think you look real good. I’d like to see a lot more of you.”
Which sounds really kind of lame and try-hard, but this is what I came to Seattle for, too. Adventure. Maybe even romance, the kind I can show off in public.
“I want to,” he says.
For a moment he shows me his profile, private, thoughtful, and I give him some space to go on.
“And if I was going to see someone,” he continues with more laughter in his tone, “he’d be a lot like you.”
“So let’s do it.”
I should probably feel bad when he doesn’t respond, but the back-to-back orgasms catch up with me. I tip my head back and close my eyes, fighting sleep. Sang’s rummaging around the apartment. Haven’t a clue why he’s lying about school and why he won’t take me up on my offer, but after two evenings he’s an itch I won’t be able to scratch on my own, so I let it go. Country boys are known for their determination.
Bio
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for
vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m
not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on
whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s
cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal
things. Because they’re brats.
I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (www.liv-rancourt.blogspot.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). For sneak peeks and previews and other assorted freebies, go HERE to sign up for my mailing list.
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December 7, 2015
The Duke Christmas Abductions ~ By Doris O’Connor and Raven McAllan!
So, after much frantic skype messaging, where we brainstormed ideas, and one very sleepless night from me, when the start of a workable story actually came to me, the idea was born.
What followed was a fun filled four days with Raven in Scotland, where we put our heads down, fuelled by wine, chocolate, and Gin&Tonics, and our fingers flew.
We had so much fun writing this story I can say this won’t be our last collaboration. We hope readers will like The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions as much as we loved writing this story.
Much love from both of us!
Stay naughty now, folks.
D & R
xxx
Blurb:
Follow your heart and
cross space and time…
When Clara lands the job as curator of
Faversham House it’s a dream come true. Especially when her favorite Regency
Erotica writer Vicky Hopewell shadows her in the run up to the annual estate
ball—a tradition left over from Regency times.
The costume ball is always the highlight of the
year, but neither woman expects to be confronted by two drop dead gorgeous
Dukes.
Daniel Danvers, the Duke of Hockwell thinks
Clara is one of the servants invited to the estate ball.
Kit Capel, the Duke of Aulban cannot understand
why his wife Victoria acts as though she doesn’t know him.
As both couples slowly come to terms with the
reality of their situations, can they find happiness? Is it as simple as
following your heart?
Be Warned: bondage, spanking
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Excerpt (18+):
Daniel
paused mid swatting the delectable arse in front of him to rub, what must be a
considerable ache by now, away. His quarry had stopped screaming for this
Vicky, at last, and unless his senses were completely off, she was starting to
enjoy his attention. Certainly her breaths were coming in short gasps, and
instead of struggling, she was raising her bottom into every carefully placed
swat of his hand.
The
evening was definitely looking up. As was his cock, which was in danger of
splitting his evening breeches.
There
was one way to find out for sure. Daniel slipped his fingers under the hideous
undergarments, and smirked at the all over body shiver his girl gave. Satisfied
with not only her reaction but also by the wet, hair-free cunt he found, he let
his digits linger.
“Oh,
god.”
Her
breathless moan spurred him on, and he grinned when he found her hidden pearl.
She shivered again when he circled the tight nub, and Daniel set up lazy
circles, designed to drive any woman wild. This chit proved no exception. The
air grew heavy with the musk of aroused woman, and Daniel inhaled deeply,
before he stopped the movement.
A
strangled groan escaped his girl, and he tapped her arse again, when she tried
to rub her cunt on his fingers.
“Oh,
no, you don’t. I want the truth, starting with your name, and maybe then I’ll
let you find release. Only on my say so, though, are we clear here, girl?”
“Fuck,
yes … ow.”
Her
arse cheeks wobbled most satisfactorily, when he yanked that odd fabric down to
her knees, and delivered a few more swats to her delectable arse. The woman had
a derriere made for fucking, hips to grab onto while he sunk his cock into her
body and claimed what was his. That thought made his head come up. His?
He had no business having proprietary thoughts toward a servant like that.
“Fuck,
we most certainly will, but not without you telling me who you are, so…” He
delivered another open handed swat across both of her arse cheeks this time,
and her answering deep throated moan made him go so hard it was a wonder he
hadn’t spilled in his breeches yet.
“Clara,
Sir. My name is Clara.”
Daniel
slid his fingers through her sodden slit, and flicked her nub once, causing her
to give another one of those cock hardening moans.
“Very
nice, but the correct address would be my lord, chit, would it not?”
A
strangled groan was his response this time, and when he withdrew his fingers
again, she slumped.
“Sorry,
My Lord.”
The
girl, Clara, he mentally amended, had fire, that was for sure, if the
intonation she gave his title was anything to go by. A certain amount of
boldness was something Daniel certainly appreciated in his bed partners. If
Clara was a lady’s maid, she was wasted in that position. As his mistress,
however… His mood improved dramatically
as that thought took hold.
It was
Christmas, time to be charitable and all that went with such bounty, and what
could be better than elevating this lovely creature from her status of mere
servant to his mistress.
Mind
thus made up, it was time to taste her nectar and to see if what he was
suspecting would be true. That Clara and he would mesh perfectly in the
bedroom, and he could let his darker desires shine through.
He
indulged himself by sliding several digits through her wet cunt, lubricating
them with her juices, before he slipped one finger into her tight channel, and
brought his thumb to press against the puckered hole, guarding that entrance.
Clara
stiffened slightly, but she didn’t voice any protest, and when he started to
thrust the finger in her cunt slowly in and out of her, she gasped. Her hips
rose in involuntary jerks, which told him how close she already was to
exploding under his ministrations. Her untutored responses made him want to
hurry this along, but Daniel was never an inconsiderate lover. He would give
her several releases before he claimed his own.
“Good
girl, and who do you work for?”
Clara
moaned and writhed against him, her internal muscles fluttering around his
fingers in rippling moves, which signaled her impending orgasm as clearly as
the rosy flush spreading across her skin. So beautifully responsive. She jerked
when he tapped her nub, and then withdrew his hand.
“Faversham
Estate. Oh god, please, My Lord … I.” The rest of her pretty little plea was
lost in a screech as he swung her off his lap and onto his bed. Her breasts bounced most satisfactorily, and
her lovely almond shaped green eyes widened further when he crawled onto the
bed with her, and straddled her midriff. Daniel grasped her arms and brought
them high above her head. The action made her breasts rise up in silent
offering, and Daniel smirked.
“Hmm,
that would mean you work for me. How delightful. Whatever position you hold
here, I much prefer you in this one, unable to move and at my mercy. I’m going
to tie your wrists together and tether you to one of the posts, sweet Clara. Is
that acceptable to you?”
*****
About the Authors:
Doris O’Connor
Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time
Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
Happily married for
the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
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Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble
Raven McAllan
Raven lives in
Scotland, along with her husband—their children having flown the
nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in
her books.
She is used to
sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to
say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of
reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into
the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research
for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she
realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a
paragraph has been added to her WIP.
She admits she’s
no domestic goddess, and wonders why tourists think she might run the local bed
and breakfast. She doesn’t.
Her lovely
long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and
be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
Stalk her
in these places
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December 3, 2015
Letters to a Marine
This here. I written romance because I believe in love. I believe in the way it lifts us and helps us fly, though sometimes we crash and burn. But this girl, she’s taking a stand. A real life love story unfolding to get back her Marine. Fear can do ugly, terrible things. We can be lost when we don’t even realize. Her Marine, if you’re out there, somewhere, reading this: people wish for a love like this. Don’t let it go. Don’t let her go.
I’d like a real life happy ever after please.
Good luck and I wish you everything love can give!
Originally posted on LETTERS TO A MARINE:
Dear YOU,
We met in November of 2010, just a few weeks before you left for boot camp. From the very beginning our timing was always off, but what never falter were my feelings for you. In spite of the infidelity, the fights, the months of non-speaking at times, the one thing that always remained true were my feelings for you, despite what you may think.
I was a girl who ran from my feelings because you were the man that made me feel too much from the very moment that we met. The first time I looked into your eyes, my heart skipped a beat like it was saying “Oh, there you are.” From then on, I knew, I just knew, that you would be important to me.
We have had our share of arguments. Lord knows that we can fight. We’ve also had our times where we…
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