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November 5, 2015
#NewRelease An Unusual Vacation by Elodie Parkes ~ #MustRead @evernightpub
Hi, thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my latest book from Evernight.
An Unusual Vacation October 29 release
I originally expected this story to be a short, but as the plot developed and the characters took over, the story grew and grew, and still there’s more to tell, because one of the supporting characters, Connor, is going to have his own story.
Dominic Carr, my hero and Michelle Vega, my heroine, couldn’t be more different, but they are instantly drawn to each other and the resulting passion between them is intense. Dominic’s hopes are high, making him vulnerable. Michelle is involved in a dangerous lifestyle far removed from Dominic’s, but she’s lonely. This opens her up to taking chances when she meets Dominic.
I love water, rivers, and the ocean. They have their own very special atmosphere, and I wanted to flavor the story setting with the sounds, and smells of sun drenched harbor towns, wide rivers and boats, to provide contrast with the suspense element of the story.
When you read the story and Dominic sails away on vacation. Think Monterey or the marinas in the Caribbean or the Florida keys. The sky is Grecian blue, the air and water sparkles. There’s the smell of salt and sea, and wheel of seagulls as the couple walk on the quay together.
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention.
Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.
As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might react to discovering her secrets.
When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
Read an excerpt: Dominic sees Michelle for the first time
A sunbeam slanted through the skylight as if aiming for Dominic’s face. He opened his eyes and rolled away from the bright shaft of light. His head safely on the other side of the pillow, Dominic checked the time on his cell phone that lay on the bedside unit. The day looked beautiful through the cabin window as he sat up and swung his legs onto the floor. He pulled on a T-shirt over his boxers and padded into the galley to make coffee. Dominic went up on deck and took his cup of coffee with him. The clear, blue sky and the sun-dappled water brought a smile to his face. The marina around his berth was already full of life, and he sat to watch a fabulous motor yacht edge out of a berth and move majestically into deeper water. Hunger drove him to shower and dress. He had food in the fridge to cook, but Dominic knew there was a great café in this town next to an art gallery and he meant to visit both that morning.
Mellowed by the blueberry pancakes he’d eaten, the sun on his shoulders as he sat at one of the café’s outdoor tables lifted his spirits. Summer scented the air and Dominic took a deep breath. I needed this change. It feels as if I’ve suddenly entered the real world…
His thoughts made him grin as he paid the bill, and left the café. The art gallery, a door down, was showing several local artists’ work and the traveling exhibition on loan from a private collector housed a number of Monet paintings Dominic wanted to see. He’d never thought about joining the art world himself, but Dominic liked to look. It gave him a sense of peace.
A poster on the revolving door proclaimed there was a small fee that week because of the Monets. The gallery had two floors. The rooms were long, stretching back in the deceptively spacious building, with padded benches placed at intervals for people to sit and absorb the art. Dominic donated at the plastic box attached to the screen midway down the first floor of the gallery designating the entrance to the special exhibition. He wanted to see that first.
Over an hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side, on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat. She wore a pale-pink suit jacket and her glossy hair fell down her back, almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful. He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him, and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
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About Elodie
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean …
I work with antiques by day and words by night.
Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.
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November 4, 2015
GIVEAWAY ALERT ~ Put Your Ho Ho’s on Boxed Set
This is a saucy, sassy, fun Christmas Collection, an Anthology of Multi-Genre ErocoThrobbers from Award-Winning NYT, USA Today Bestselling Authors!
~~~~~~~~ Hot and Spicy ~ Cool and Cozy ~ Scorching to the Touch ~~~~~~~~
You are going to love this great collection of Sexy Christmas Stories that celebrate the Hallowed Halls of Christmas so beautifully decked out with lights, balls…and more balls…a few naked butts, some kinky fur chains and satin ribbons sure to warm the cockles of your hearts and…well, other anatomical parts.
This book is dedicated to you, our loyal friend, family and reader fan. As a gesture of our appreciation for your loyal support, unfaltering encouragement and insatiable appetite for the romantic, erotic, sometimes kinky literotica we so love to write. While we adore what we do, no matter our struggle in our love/hate relationship with pen and ink, our muse or the censors, without you none of what we do would have purpose.
So…don’t bother keeping your hands to yourself ~ It is Christmas! Unwrap, unribbon, untape, and crack out the eggnog! Parade around naked while you deck the balls and halls!! And celebrate!
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Introduction By International Bestselling Author C.K. Laurence
I was so honored when Muffy Wilson asked me to write the introduction to this holiday compendium of the bestselling Literotica authors that could be found that I immediately dropped my pants and pulled on my ho hos to begin deliberation on how I could possibly do justice to the joy, love, humor and sincere holiday spirit in PUT YOUR HO HOs ON.
Sleigh bells rung in my head here in 90 degree Miami Beach heat and I tingled in all those special places as I read each of the best selling Literotica author’s entries. It was so buoying to be one of the first to have the opportunity to read the entire collection of delightful tales of love, romance and hot sex–in the spirit of Christmas!
Relax in your most comfortable chair–or if you’re reading it with one of your particularly special partners you might be more comfy wearing your birthday suit and cuddling in bed. You are about to read the works of over twenty bestselling Literotica authors, all carefully chosen for their always titillating books and the most capable to write these erotic tales of six-pack Santas, hung so well that you’ll have sugar plum genitals dancing in your heads! (OOOOPS! Did I say that out loud?)
I’m going to turn the anthology over to you now, because even if you’re not breathing a little heavier just yet, you will be when you get to the ‘meat’ of the stories. So put your ho hos on and get ready for the hottest winter holidays ever!
~ C.K. Laurence
International Bestselling Mystery Author
The Mystery of Jessica Benson
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Muffy Wilson
Christmas Marine
“Carpe Marine Christmas Package.”
Airicka Phoenix
Heads or Tails
“Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.”
Ashen White
8 Yule Swords
“A coven of skyclad witches initiates a novice on the Longest Night of
Winter.”
Bernard Tristan Foong
Naughty Bad Boys
“Let’s be naughty and bad. That’ll save Santa the trip.”
Blak Rayne
Turkish Delight
“One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night everything
changed.”
C.P. Mandara
Melting
“She’s waited ten years for one night.”
Erzabet Bishop
Naughty Cookie
“Wooden spoons will fly…”
Gale Stanley
Cry Uncle
“Dumped by her soulmate, Polly is afraid to trust another man–until she embraces a lifestyle where trust is everything.”
Gemma Parkes
Calendar Girl
“The camera never lies, but sometimes it can reveal more than was intended.”
Gina Kincade
On Santa’s Naughty List
“Sometimes there’s more rewarding fun to be had on Santa’s
naughty list!”
Jacintha Topaz
Skid – Black Storm Pack 5
“Alpha finds a mate in the most unlikely man and place.”
Ju Ephraime
Pleasure Intense
“This Christmas he plans on taking her in every position possible…
all sixty-four of them.”
Kiki Howell
Silent Night
“The peace of Christmas Eve eludes a vampire in love.”
Maddie Taylor
His Naughty Christmas Angel
“Will her dominant boss jump at the chance for some yuletide delights or will her naughtiness prompt a different response entirely?”
Pablo Michaels
Little Old St Nick
“Is sex before dinner with Little Ole St. Nick the true meaning of Christmas?”
Paige Matthews
A Devoured Christmas
“Christmas gets kinky and devoured”
Phoenix Johnson
A Bride for Christmas
“All he wants for Christmas is a bride to call his own.”
P.T. Macias
Blood Moon Mate
“Paranormal bad boys are sexy, wild, and full of suspense!”
R.B O’Brien
The Bed, the Blindfold and the Belt
“Will Michael allow Natalie to cum home for Christmas?”
Rebecca Lorenson
A Christmas Ornament
“Far from home, Dawn gets a little Christmas spirit.”
Sky Purington
A Christmas Miracle
“Love found across time is put to the test when tragedy separates a Highlander
from his lass.”
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November 3, 2015
The Invitation by Dana Wright ~ Etopia Press Release
Blurb:
Every witch needs a familiar. Sometimes maybe two…
Morgana is a hedge witch with a problem. Her sisters are
conspiring against her and she has a ghost with a fork phobia living in her
shoe closet. When the chance comes to crash a party she just knows she should
have been invited to comes along, she enlists the aid of her trusty cat Nona to
help her cast the spell for the perfect dress. But crashing this party isn’t
the only thing that’s going to rain on this witch’s parade.
Marcus of Pendleton is a cat shifter in search of his
brother. Then a lead at the Warty Frog takes him on an adventure filled with
magic and well…zombies. Can the prince find the fair witch and the answer he
seeks? And he might just be the familiar she’s looking for…
Pages: 51
Genre-paranormal romance, fantasy romance, low heat rating,
shifters, m/f
Buy link:
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Tags-shifter, fantasy, witch, fairy tale twist, ghosts, cats
Excerpt:
“He’s been missing for months. How can you not care?” Marcus
Pendleton ground out, staring at his father in disbelief. The king sat on his
throne gnawing on a turkey leg, grease sliding down his pudgy face.
“Because my boy, Rhys was the younger son. He may have been
a prince, but you’re the one who will inherit the throne.”
“So why did you bother searching the kingdom for a princess
and having a ball?”
The king narrowed his eyes at his son. “That happened to be
for you. Scheduling a dragon-hunting trip for that weekend was in atrocious
form. Your mother was highly disappointed.”
“I’ll bet.” Marcus kicked his foot against the dais. He
fought down the urge to shift and show his father his extreme displeasure. No
doubt the old man would have an apoplectic fit if he found out his son had been
bitten and turned into the one animal he despised the most. Not even a beast
like a wolf, but merely a cat. His father loathed the animals and forbade
having them on the castle grounds.
“You need to focus on finding yourself a princess, not
running about the kingdoms slaying beasts and bothering with that fool brother
of yours. The last time anyone saw him, he was following some skirt around and
blathering on about a missing shoe.” His father shuddered, holding his hand up
in disgust. “There were twelve of them. All dressed alike too. The men were
talking about it. Prattling, dancing, blonde things with wings.” His wandering
eye drifted toward a serving wench with a rather tight bodice.
Marcus couldn’t believe his ears. Twelve of them? That
didn’t sound right. Neither did his father’s decision not look for Rhys. It was
unthinkable. Right now, if he could have, he would dump his inheritance in his father’s
lap and be done with him. The man’s priorities were limited to two things. Food
and sleep.
No. Make it three. His father had the wandering eye of a
lecherous pig farmer. He didn’t know how his mother stood it. Given the chance,
he was surprised she hadn’t chucked him over the palace walls years ago and
been done with it.
“Wait, Father. Did you say he was sniffing around a girl
with a missing shoe?”
“Yes,” his father chuffed. “What of it?”
“What of it, indeed…” Marcus stalked out of the throne room,
an idea forming in his head. Someone else must have seen a shoeless maiden, and
he was damn well going to find out what was going on. And twelve girls all
dressed the same? How very odd indeed. He wasn’t known as the best tracker in
the two kingdoms for naught. If he couldn’t find out something about them, he
may as well go sit up in the tower and sew with his mother’s handmaidens.
“Marcus. Come back here. Marcus!”
He shut the door on his father’s ranting, encountering his
servant boy on the other side of the door.
“Geoffrey, Saddle my horse. Tonight we ride.”
About the author:
Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go
bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not
to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies
with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is
chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She is currently
working on several children’s stories, young adult fiction, romantic suspense,
short stories and is trying her hand at poetry. She is a contributing author to
Ghost Sniffer’s CYOA, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in
February 2013 and “Revenge” in October 2013, a contributing author to
Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, Undead
in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Dark Corners (upcoming), Wonderstruck,
Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead Harvest, Monster Diaries, Holiday Horrors
and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. She is the
author of Asylum, The Invitation and Texas Twister. Dana has also reviewed music for
Muzikreviews.com specializing in New Age and alternative music and has been a
contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Massacre Magazine, Metaphor
Magazine, The Were Traveler October 2013 edition: The Little Magazine of
Magnificent Monsters, the December 2013 issue The Day the Zombies Ruled the
Earth. She currently reviews music at New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music
Review.
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November 2, 2015
Erzabet Bishop Spotlight with Spirit Board ~ @ErzabetBishop
Genre: PNR/shifters/Fae
Pairing: m/f/m, ménage
Pages: 99
Tags: shifter, ménage,
romance, fantasy, paranormal, m/f/m, Fae, cats, club, BDSM, spanking
Blurb:
Two mates are better than one…
Vanessa lives vicariously through the romance heroines in
her overflowing bookshelf. No real man can ever measure up to the sultry,
shapeshifter heroes with their feral smiles—or so she thinks until a creepy
costume shop and a chance encounter with a fortuneteller shake up her ordinary
life. When Vanessa’s best friend brings her to a sexy costume party, she
realizes more than fur is going to fly.
Rick is an Alpha cat shifter and co-owner of the
Imaginarium. When he scents the luscious Vanessa, he has no intention of
letting her slip away. But Rick isn’t the only man searching for his one true
love. Cian is a former Captain of the Winter Court in Faery, wielder of shadows
and magic. When Fey enchantment and shifter might collide, more than mere
hearts are caught in the crossfire. And as a threat looms closer with the
turning of the season, both men may be the keys to Vanessa’s heart—and her
survival.
Buy link:
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Excerpt:
“Do you want your fortune told, my dear?” The crone’s rheumy
eyes met hers, and a shiver slid down her back. The woman gave her the willies.
“I…”
“Please. Be my guest. It will be my treat to show you your
fortune.”
Indecision warred within her. “I’m here with my friend.”
“Go ahead! Get your fortune read.” Aria came up beside her
and looped an arm around her neck. “Let’s find out what kind of night you’re
going to have at the party.”
“OK.” Vanessa made her way to the small table and lowered
herself into the seat. In front of her laid a strange-looking Ouija board
printed with an alphabet and a yes and no.
The older woman took an item out of a wooden box and placed
it carefully on the surface of the board.
“What’s that?”
“It’s called a planchette, silly.” Aria rolled her eyes and
grinned at the annoyed look Vanessa gave her.
“I’ve never used one of these, OK? My father would kill me.”
“Why? Does he think they’re a portal to some other dimension
or something?”
Vanessa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure. He just never let
anything like it in the house. It’s beautiful.” The workmanship of the board
and the intricate lettering transfixed her. She reached out to touch the
planchette but the older woman stopped her.
“Not yet, my girl. First you must think of a question.”
“What kind of question?”
The woman’s thin lips curved upward. “The spirit board offers
much guidance but also warns of things to come. Ask the right questions and
you’ll find the answers you seek.”
“Cryptic, much?” Aria yawned. “Why don’t you play with the
board and I’ll find you something to wear.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Vanessa focused her attention on the board
in front of her. The letters weaved in front of her eyes.
“Now,” the old woman began, her eyes bright in her pale
face, “think of the question you would like to ask the spirits. But be warned…”
“Of what?”
“The truth can wound or it can set you free.”
Vanessa held out her hand and the old woman enveloped it in
her own. She placed Vanessa’s hand on the planchette and released her.
“Fingertips only. Now…think of what you want to ask.”
Vanessa moved her fingers until only the tips touched the
planchette. Her mind raced. There were so many questions she wanted answers to.
Who was her mother? Not her father’s wife, but her biological mother. Should
she go to this party with Aria on Friday or stay home like she always did, safe
behind a pile of books?
Before the woman placed her own fingertips on the
planchette, it took off toward the yes. Then it sped to the letters and began
to spell out something.
“What the—?” Vanessa snatched her fingers away as if they’d
been singed.
“Goddess…” The fortune-teller stood abruptly, knocking her
chair over. Her brow contorted and her eyes were owlish with fear showing a
ring of veined white around the iris. “Stop.”
“It’s still moving,” Vanessa whispered, her pulse hammering
beneath her skin. “I’m trying to make out what it’s saying, but the thing is
going too fast.”
“What’s going on over here?” Aria scrambled back toward the
table, an expression of horror on her face. “Jesus, Vanessa.”
“I didn’t do it,” she snapped. “It’s wigging out.”
“Obviously.”
The old woman backed up, her eyes wide. “You must go to the
party. Something you need will be revealed to you there. That is all I can tell
you.” With that, she yanked the planchette off the board and swiftly tucked it
back into the wooden box it came from. Without looking at either of the girls,
the fortune-teller retreated into the back room, the door shutting behind her
with a resounding thud.
“Thanks,” Vanessa called, a little too late.
“OK then. That wasn’t weird.” Aria grimaced. “Come on. I
have a couple of dresses you need to look at.”
“Yeah. Sure. OK.” Anything to get her mind off of whatever
just happened. “Freaky” didn’t even begin to cover it.
“How about this?” Aria raised her arm and a flowing Egyptian
priestess costume dangled from her fingertips. The white fabric was sheer, but
it had so many layers, it had the potential to work. Around the hanger was a
plastic bag complete with golden armbands and some kind of bluish lapis
necklace.
“OK,” Vanessa replied reluctantly. “Hand it over.”
Aria scurried over and passed the dress off, a smirk on her
full lips. “This is going to look great on you. Just wait.”
“Sure.” As long as it got her out of here faster. Vanessa
decided putting distance between the fortune-teller and her would be a good
thing. “Why did I let you talk me into this again?”
“Cause you love me and you’ll have lots of fun?”
“You haven’t even told me what kind of party it is.”
Aria gave her a cheeky grin. “And ruin the surprise?”
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.
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November 1, 2015
Dana Wright Spotlight Day 1 ~ Texas Twister from Etopia Press
Blurb:
Texas Twister (Blue Moon Chronicles) by Dana Wright –
Romance>Fantasy
Sometimes love finds you in the darkest places.
Magdalay Rousseau is having a bad day. She can’t find the
charging cable to her laptop, and when she goes into her husband’s office to
look for it, she discovers he’s been cheating on her. She decides to hire a
private investigator to dig into her husband’s secrets, but what the detective
discovers about her turns her world upside-down.
Carter Zusak is a private detective–and a cat shifter. When
a new client shows up, he’s almost certain she’s a flake. What kind of woman
writes romance novels and owns a shop selling supplies for witches? He’s sure
she’s got a bat or two loose in her belfry–until he delves deeper into her
case. No one in her life is what they seem, and Magdalay has just put herself
in danger more insidious than he ever imagined. Something about this witch sets
his heart on fire. But he’ll have to figure out a way to save her before they
both get burned…
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Info:
Published By: Etopia Press
Published: Oct 27, 2015
ISBN # 9781944138158
Pages: 99
Tags:
blue moon chronicles, cat shifter, cisgender, dana wright,
etopia press, fantasy romance, ghost, heterosexual, magic, male / female,
paranormal, paranormal / horror, paranormal romance, private detective, private
investigator, shapeshifter, shifters, shifters / cats, shifters / felines,
supernatural, witch, wizard / witch / mystic
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
Magdalay Rousseau stared at her lifeless laptop and groaned.
It wouldn’t turn on. Again. So much for a lasting battery. Already irritated
from lack of sleep, she pressed the on button one more time and tried to recall
where she’d left the charger. It should be in the little plastic bag she
usually kept next to her laptop, but it wasn’t.
“Great. I can’t believe this. I ought to just spell you and
be done with it.”
She growled and pushed herself up from the small space at
the kitchen table. Perhaps it was in her work bag in the foyer. She hated
resorting to magic when real world solutions worked just fine. It had been a
point of contention with her mother for years. Besides, she wasn’t very good at
it. Wish for rain and get a flood in her kitchen. That was her life right now.
Magdalay peered into the bag.
Nothing.
“Oh. This is just getting better and better.”
Magdalay spun on her heel and considered her next move. She
had a deadline for her publisher, and today would be her only day off with no
distractions until next week. Not that she could focus anyway. Not with the
antics Russ was pulling lately. Her mind kept circling him like a dog with a
bone.
He’d been out with the boys from the club, but something in
the back of her mind kept digging at her. Their poker games didn’t last that
long. Neither did their dinners at the club, which she now refused to attend.
Not after the last time with his uppity friends and their equally unpleasant
wives. She didn’t fit in with the country club scene, and that was more than
all right with her.
Russ hadn’t come home—again—by the time her head hit the
pillow last night at midnight. It was becoming par for the course. Magdalay
couldn’t concentrate on anything and that included leaving her damn charging
cable someplace. She could swear it was next to her workstation last night when
she went to bed, but she could have been dreaming. She couldn’t remember, and
that just pissed her off, making her already foul mood even more noxious.
“Did you wash my pants?” Russ called out from the bedroom,
his voice lacking any of the warmth she used to receive from him.
“Yes,” she ground out, barely containing her urge to demand
where the hell he’d been all damned night. It didn’t do any good. He never
answered her anyway. “They’re folded on the dryer.”
Her husband, Russ, clad in a blue pullover shirt and
tighty-whities bolted from their bedroom down the short hall toward the laundry
room. The door opened and shut, and she caught a streak of blue out of the
corner of her eye but no acknowledgement or thank you.
Next time she ought to let his clothes just pile up and see
what happened. Well…she took that back. A week ago, she’d been too busy to keep
up with the laundry and he’d shaken her awake after a long day at the shop and
writing, demanding to know when she would get around to it. The icy stare was
enough to motivate her into preemptive action. She’d never been afraid of her
husband before that night, but things had changed between them at an alarming
rate.
She poured the water into the coffeepot and flipped on the
switch, sighing as the rich aroma of the Columbian blend pervaded the kitchen.
It was still early, and she’d spent a sleepless night tossing and turning and
imagining his car wrapped around a pole or worse. The man hadn’t come home
until after two. At least that was the last time she recalled on the blinking
clock on the nightstand. Russ hadn’t even had the decency to let her know where
he was or if he was OK. Magdalay didn’t remember him sneaking in. She’d tried
to stay awake so she could talk to him or at least give him a piece of her
mind, but she must have drifted off in a wave of jittery exhaustion.
Last night had just been the latest in a long line of
whatever was happening in their marriage and fixing it was becoming a pipe
dream. He’d grown more and more distant over the past three months and she
didn’t know what had gone wrong. Well…except for her working. He hated the
hours she spent away from home, but with her mother’s passing, Broomstix had
become hers. The irony wasn’t lost on her. A witch who didn’t want to be, or
worse yet, was terrible at it.
She thought back to her mother’s last days and the love she
had for her trusty cat, Jules. They’d been inseparable.
“You need a familiar, love. Sometimes having someone at your
back and by your side is the most powerful magic in the world.”
Magdalay’s lips twisted and she sighed. It wasn’t like she
hadn’t tried. Every cat she’d gotten went missing in a matter of days. When
she’d gone to Russ about the missing animals, he’d had nothing to say.
Frustrating wasn’t even half the word for it. Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for
animals. Then she thought all she needed was her soul mate. That would have to
be enough. She’d always thought Russ was that person, but more and more, she
sensed a tremendous gulf between them, and it left her hollow inside.
Last month she’d been at the stitching circle and each of
the ladies was practicing poppet magic. The little cloth dolls danced and
frolicked in anticipation of whatever task they were intended for. Hers lay
there, looking still and unresponsive. It was to be a creative muse for her
magic. She figured if she could cast a spell and have a poppet work on some of
her overdue plot lines and synopses, she’d be ahead of the game. No such luck.
The stitching circle, full of her mother’s old friends,
thought it was hilarious. Now on top of her writing schedule, it was her
responsibility to keep Broomstix going. People depended on her, and she was
trying to learn as much as she could. Gaining the knowledge she needed wasn’t
going as smooth as she’d like.
Her gaze raked the cluttered counter where her husband paid
bills and recoiled. No way was she touching that. “Not a chance.” Then she
remembered Russ had the same model laptop she did. She could borrow his charger
and pick hers up tomorrow when she went back into work. Problem solved.
“I’m out. See you tonight,” came the clipped response from
the front hallway followed by the slamming of the decorative lead glass door.
He hadn’t even come into the kitchen. Not even for coffee.
“Wow.” Now she knew he was avoiding her and likely hiding
something. Magdalay shook her head, the bitterness of her new reality sliding
down her stomach like a Ping Pong ball. His behavior stung, and she didn’t know
what to make of it. She moved down the hall, her linen nightgown floating
around her legs. In the Texas heat, it helped to have something comfortable and
the Eileen West nightgowns were her guilty pleasure. Goddess knew she needed something.
She paused in the doorway to his office and sighed. Goddess,
she hated invading his space. Maybe the charger was right out in the open and
she could snap it up and be out before she disturbed anything of importance.
Then she saw it. Propped on a pile of paperwork next to his computer was her
small, holiday design-covered Ziploc bag with her cord dangling off the desk
over the top of it.
“What the heck?” Her lips slid into a frown and she
unclenched her hands. He took it. Probably to do the same thing she’d been
about to do, but at least she would have replaced his where she found it as
soon as she was done. She reached down to pick up the bag and wind up the
charging cord, and her hand brushed the mouse on his desk, the darkened screen
erupting to life. His e-mail was up. She wouldn’t have stopped save for the
name on the screen.
WTF?
Slowly, Magdalay lowered herself into the chair and began to
read. She hadn’t meant to intrude on his privacy. They’d always respected each
other enough to be honest. At least she’d always thought so. But with every
line she read, the trust she believed her marriage was based on was revealed to
be nothing more than a lie.
She hated wives who resorted to sneaking into their
husband’s phone records and all of those things to find out what they’d been up
to. Now, here she was, and she didn’t have a clue what to do about it. What was
done was done and couldn’t be taken back. One e-mail turned into two. Two
turned into a dozen, and at that point she had to stop, the contents of her
stomach churning like wildfire in her gut.
Fuck me. Fuck me like you did in your office.
I want it all.
You motherfucker.
Tears stung her eyes. There was no other explanation was
there? It was all laid out in black and white. The only thing missing was a
frigging video of them fornicating. Her stomach lurched.
The lump in her throat threatened to overtake her, and she
had to pause and take a deep breath. Her mother’s absence was a raw and gaping
wound. Eleanor would have known what to do, but Magdalay was frozen with
indecision. Her thoughts turned to the ladies in her stitching circle. They met
once a month but it wasn’t scheduled until next week. Goddess, but she sure
could use some comfort now. Or at least, a sounding board for her fury. Her
fingertips itched to zot the fucker but no…not yet. Not that she was fully
capable, but her circle was. She’d seen it time and again.
But the emails…she read the last line again.
I want to run my fingers down your long, long legs and part
your… She had to stop. Nausea threatened to overwhelm her once again.
“You cheating bastard,” she whispered. She had to be sure.
It was possible it was only emails. In her heart, she knew that was a lie.
Magdalay stood, her knees shaking and made her way out of Russ’s office to her
work space in the kitchen. She hooked up the laptop to the charger and shoved
the plug into the wall.
Magdalay considered her options. She could wait and confront
him when he got home. Whenever that would be.
No.
Or she could hex him where he stood and watch as his dick
shriveled up and fell off. A tiny smile twitched at the corner of her lips at
the idea. If only. With her luck, she’d turn him into an overlarge piece of
beef jerky and have to explain that one to the police.
Not a good idea. Her magic was unpredictable at best. She’d
hid it from him, not wanting to go there. It wasn’t her fault she was born a
witch. It was her choice whether or not to use it. If something needing a spell
came up, she waited until her hubby was off doing engineer things or sleeping
in front of the television. Proof. She needed more proof. The laptop whirled to
life and she pulled up her search engine.
What about a private detective? She had a little mad money
put aside for the dress she wanted for the romance writer’s convention in a few
months. Magdalay had no idea what the detective would cost, but she had to
know. With unblinking eyes she typed, private investigator Spinnaker, Texas
then she closed her eyes, rolled the mouse, and clicked on the Blue Moon
Detective Agency.
About the author:
Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go
bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not
to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies
with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is
chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She is currently
working on several children’s stories, young adult fiction, romantic suspense,
short stories and is trying her hand at poetry. She is a contributing author to
Ghost Sniffer’s CYOA, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in
February 2013 and “Revenge” in October 2013, a contributing author to
Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, Undead
in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Dark Corners (upcoming), Wonderstruck,
Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead Harvest, Monster Diaries, Holiday Horrors
and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. She is the
author of Asylum, The Invitation and Texas Twister. Dana has also reviewed music for
Muzikreviews.com specializing in New Age and alternative music and has been a
contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Massacre Magazine, Metaphor
Magazine, The Were Traveler October 2013 edition: The Little Magazine of
Magnificent Monsters, the December 2013 issue The Day the Zombies Ruled the
Earth. She currently reviews music at New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music
Review.
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October 26, 2015
Kelsie Belle and Jayson’s Redemption ~ New Release!
Jayson’s Redemption (MF)
by Kelsie Belle
Sequel to Playing for Keeps
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 56,047
PRE-ORDER!
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, October 27th
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Blurb
Jayson Tacoma has sworn off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson’s redemption?
Story Excerpt
“Dammit, son of a bitch!”
The female voice came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car. Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as the ass was.
Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”
A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems to be the problem?”
The hopping ended as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”
Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”
A soft chuckle erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.
“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”
“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.
“Um, I guess so,” she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”
It took him less than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.
“Looks like you might have a busted valve,” he told her.
“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”
He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face. “Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”
She nodded as he jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.
“Okay, start her up.”
She hopped behind the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.
“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”
Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in their depths.
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes. “It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”
She stuck her hands into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed straight to the shop.”
“Yeah? I thought you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out sounding more like a question.
“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation. After all, he was one of those people.
He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”
She glanced down at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones. “Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”
Adult Excerpt (Because I love you guys)
Without warning, he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern relentlessly.
As the kiss continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center onto her thighs.
“God, you’re spectacular,” he said softly.
The warmth of his whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.
A little whimper escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into his pelvis.
“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”
She writhed against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.
His hand traveled over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with delight.
“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”
“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
She forced her eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated core.
“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.
“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.
“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”
“Tell me what you want, Mya.”
“Another finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.
His lips curled into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”
Instantly another finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release heightening in her core in an instant.
“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs. Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.
It took several seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.
“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from me?”
Mya was shaking her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaysons-redemption
A look at Book 1: Playing for Keeps
Blurb
Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.
Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love.
But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
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October 25, 2015
Dark Tales Diaries 3 ~ With London St James!
Dark Tales Diaries, 3
For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?
When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.
For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.
Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0170VTLNI
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Diaries-London-Saint-James-ebook/dp/B0170VTLNI/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darktalesdiariesvolumethree-1911336-147.html
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-by-london-saint-james/
Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27259379-dark-tales-diaries
Adult Excerpt from Dance for Me:
“Take off the dress.”
I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon’s clothing was, putting my dress there, too.
“Goddamn.” The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. “Leave the panties and the heels on.”
“All right.”
When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.
I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand.
“Give me your other hand, too.” I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. “I’m going to attach these to that chain,” he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he’d said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn’t sure what he did behind me, I couldn’t really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. “Good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet.
Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.
Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man.
“Perfection,” he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. “Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit.” After I complied, Damon’s strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. “Tilt your head to the right.”
As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.
Bull’s-eye.
“Ooh…,” I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.
“So nice and wet,” he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. “Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel.”
With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely.
My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed.
“Oh God.” That fast he was going to make me come and come hard.
“That’s it,” he said, voice low and guttural. “Come for me.”
I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms.
I’m not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move.
Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet.
“Press your sweet ass out for me.”
A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I’d never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn’t pain. Not yet.
The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.
I heard him speak four simple words.
“Dance for me, angel.”
I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over.
This is what I’d been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated.
When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.
Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. “Aah, yes!”
I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.
He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.
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October 23, 2015
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My name is Eris Herrington, and I make my living through the pain and suffering of others.
Every item I touch tells me a story, shows me a painful end. But I get results, I solve crimes, and I get even. It’s enough for me. Humans don’t like my kind—STRANDs, created by humans through scientific experiments—but they’d hate to know how many other creatures came out publicly under our name. So we police our own to keep the boogeymen from getting free. I help keep humans safe, and you better thank me for it.
And then I was tricked into a case I wasn’t prepared to handle. Attached to a man who I couldn’t help but fall for…and everyone is a liar. I’m trapped, drawn, and seduced by his world and his words. I can’t stop from holding on to him. This case is tearing me up, and he’s my only safe harbor. But can I trust a man who can lie to the girl who sees everything?
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October 21, 2015
April Zyon and Cecilia’s Mate ~ A #MustRead #NewRelease @evernightpub
The Space Wars are continuing with the next installement, Cecilia’s Mate!
To catch up you can start with Adira’s Mate which is the first book in the series. After that book is Sadie’s Mate.
The third book in the series is Cecilia’s Mate. I’m excited about this book because Cece is the baby brother of Bracken, the hero in Sadie’s Mate.
Cecilia’s Mate
Space Wars 3
by April Zyon
Published by Evernight Publishing
Erotic Sci-Fi, BDSM
Blurb:
Cecelia Kauller has always felt invisible. First with her family, and then with the man she knows is to one day be hers. But things are about to change, and not for the better in her mind. When Cecelia discovers she’s about to be sold off to a man her older sister plans to have as a lover it all becomes too much. She can’t take any more and runs to the only place she knows she will be safe, with her brother.
Lieutenant Colonel Draven Ackermann has always felt out of place in life. Being a part of the Craegin Armada gave him purpose, and a sense of being. Now that he’s reached a point in his life where he can focus on more than a career, he only wants one person to fill that void. Unfortunately she happens to be his commanding officers baby sister.
Although they can now finally admit who they are to one another there is still one important step both must take, telling Cecelia’s brother that they are bondmates. Not an easy conversation, but one that is necessary for the happiness of them both.
As they settle into their new lives, and prepare for the next step of marriage, the universe decides to shake life up a little more. Draven receives news that shatters all he’s ever known, and turns his life upside down.
Cecelia stands strong at his side, as a bondmate should, and helps Draven to regain his footing. She will always do whatever is necessary to help him as he has helped her through all the changes in her life. She can do now other, he is her love, her heart, and her every dream. He is Cecelia’s mate.
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General Excerpt:
Slowly rubbing a thumb to the scar that rode his jaw line from left ear to midway along the right side, Draven watched Bracken and his wife, Sadie. The two were deep in discussion. One that his colonel didn’t appear to be enjoying. Sharing a look with one of the lieutenants sitting nearby, he almost snorted when the younger man rolled his eyes.
Pretty much how he was feeling about the situation. Not that he was about to stick his nose in between those two. He liked Sadie. She was good for Bracken. For a long time he’d worried for his colleague and friend. Bracken had been so angry for much too long. But the moment Sadie had come back into his life he’d begun to calm. He still had a quick temper on him but he didn’t stay angry for very long. His wife wouldn’t let him.
Finally the two of them seemed to get on the same wavelength and Bracken waved him over. Shooting Sadie a wink, he faced the colonel. “So she talked you into whatever she wanted you to do, I take it.”
“Shut up, Draven,” Bracken muttered.
He was taking that as a yes given Sadie’s satisfied smirk. “Yes, sir. Now, what else needs to be moved? And remember I need to be back on the ship in six hours to accept the delivery of supplies we have coming in.”
“I know,” he said with a nod. He waved to the remaining boxes in view in the storage room. “She has a few furniture pieces in the other unit but we’ll worry about that later. We definitely don’t have time to wrestle them out of here before we leave.” Draven nodded, then signaled a couple of the others over to help him with the last of the boxes. Moving to one, Draven picked it up and took it out to the rental conveyance they had outside the storage bins. He set his box down, turned to take another, and set it in place.
Once it was loaded up he moved to the control panel and programmed in the address of Sadie’s ancestral home. When it acknowledged the address, he set the conveyance off with its instructions. Turning, he headed back to where the others waited. They’d be going to meet the rental soon enough.
* * * *
He glared at Sadie when she handed him another box with directions on where it needed to go. “You know you’re damn lucky I like you, right?”
She smiled at him, then pointed in the direction he was supposed to go.
Damn woman was a bossy little thing. Shaking his head, he took the box up to the room the couple had decided would be used for storage until Sadie could go through everything she’d brought over. He set it down but stalled on his way back down to the main level. He needed to get out of there and back to port.
If he went down there again, Sadie would task him with something else. Which would delay his departure greatly, and Bracken had given strict orders on who needed to be on the destroyer when they had anything brought on board.
When Sadie moved into another room Draven slipped down the stairs and sidled up next to Bracken. “Colonel, I have to leave. I’ll be cutting it close in getting back to the port as is.”
“Go, I’ll handle my wife,” Bracken told him.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Grinning, he headed for the front door. Once he was outside he checked his time piece and walked down the path to the front street and cursed. He would be cutting it way too close.
Draven had dug out his communications piece and was about to put it in place in his ear, when a blur came around the bend and slammed into him. He dropped the piece and caught the tiny frame. The sound of his name in her breathy tone had him tightening his hold on her arms. “By the stars, Cecilia.” He’d have said more but the panicked look in her eyes stalled him out.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, automatically pulling her in closer to his body.
Adult Excerpt:
Her mouth went dry when he bared himself to her. She couldn’t speak when he asked her if he passed muster. She just looked up at him and nodded dumbly. “Yes.” She licked her suddenly dry lips and let out a breathy sound. He was glorious. His body was dark all over. He was built with thick ropes of muscles, and his cock, holy mother of life it was impressive. It was thick and long and pointed seemingly straight up and toward her. “Are you sure that this will work?” He looked bigger than he had felt against her the last night that they went to sleep together. It was intimidating.
“Cecilia, little one, of course it will work. Remember that we are made for one another. You can touch, you know,” he said quietly. Reaching out for a hand, he brought it up to his chest and pressed it flat so her palm rested fully on his skin. “Touch and learn me. It will help to alleviate some of your concerns. The rest you will need to trust me on.”
She allowed her hand to move over the broad expanse of his chest. She was chewing her lower lip as she touched him. Her nails lightly scraped over his chest and she smiled at the white lines that were left in their wake. It wasn’t enough to harm, just enough to tease. “You always feel so good. I know you would never hurt me and you do have my trust, Draven, completely.”
He slid his hand up her arm, then moved it to cup her cheek. “I’m honored that you trust in me.” Draven watched her as she scratched her nails a little lower. He sucked his stomach in when she dipped even lower.
She was looking down, watching her hand as she moved it down. Her fingers lightly brushed over his cock and she gasped. Then, before she could stop herself, she closed her hand around his shaft and let it slide down slowly. Her fingers wouldn’t meet around his thick shaft so she put her other hand on his dick as well. She began to stroke him.
A low growl from him had her peeking up. His eyes were narrowed on her, his features a little harsher, color riding his cheeks. Using his thumb, he tipped her face up as he leaned in. Draven caught her mouth in a kiss that was unmatched by anything prior.
Cece allowed herself to give in to the kiss. She squeezed him gently, then began to move her hands back up his body and wrapped them around his neck. She leaned into his embrace, swaying into his touch, and moaned as she kissed him back.
Draven’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tighter to his own. Then they were moving, and she had the sensation of tumbling before the softness of the bed met her back. His weight pressed her deeper into the bedding while he continued to kiss her like a man starved.
She lifted a leg slightly so that it could brace against his hip. She shifted under him and tugged at his hair. When they parted she was panting, breathless and desperate. “I love kissing you, Draven Ackermann. Just so you know, I’m never letting you go.”
“You’d better not, Cecilia Kauller, because I never intend to let you go, either. You are mine, now and for all of time.” He kissed her again, this time a little gentler as he stroked his hands over her torso, his thumbs brushing to the curve of her breasts.
She shivered when his thumbs brushed over her breasts and up to caress her nipples. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she arched into the touch. Draven was pressing light kisses to her throat. Slowly he worked his way down to her upper chest before shifting his body a little lower, giving him the room he needed to nuzzle at her breasts. The flick of his tongue to her nipple had her jolting under him.
“Do that again, please?” Cece asked as she shifted under him to take more of what he was offering.
Draven slid his lips over her skin to her other breast. His tongue slid slowly over her tight nipple. When she gave a shiver he sucked the tight bud into his mouth to pull hard on it, drawing it in deeper. She felt the smallest scrape of his teeth to her skin before he flicked her nipple with his tip of his tongue repeatedly.
“Oh God yes.” She put her hands to his head and held him there. “Again, please,” was all she could think to say.
Cecilia could feel his laugh against her body as he gave in to her demands. He looked up to her and held her gaze as he scraped his teeth over her flesh slowly. Her nipple slipped from between his teeth when he lifted his head. Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to her chin, then wiggled down her body more. With soft kisses to her sternum, her belly, then her hips, she could feel her body winding tighter with the sensations he was helping to create.
She moved her hands to his head and touched him. “That feels so good,” she moaned, enjoying his wandering mouth. “I think I could become addicted to you doing this to me.”
“I’ll do this every single night if I have anything to say about it, a couple times during the day as well if you’re feeling adventurous, and then whenever the mood strikes.” Pushing her legs further apart, Draven got her to raise her knees so she was fully bared to him. His warm breath brushed along her damp folds as he stared at her.
“Oh I love how that sounds. Do you think that you will be able to…” She trailed off when his breath moved across her silky wet folds. “Draven.” She moaned and shuddered.
He brushed his nose to her inner thigh. “Do I think I’ll be able to what, little one?” he asked with a smile.
“I forgot.” She whimpered, then shifted slightly.
Draven chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the seam of her leg. He blew another breath over her pussy before leaning in to run his tongue lightly up her slit.
“Holy mother. That feels so good. I’ve never felt anyone do that to me before.” Of course she hadn’t. She had never felt anyone except him touching her intimately before. “I think I’ve just found my new favorite thing.”
“I’d reserve judgment a little longer,” he advised. Sliding his hands over her skin, he pulled her folds apart. Then he mouth was on her, his tongue stroking over her, his low growl vibrating against her most sensitive parts.
“Draven” She sobbed when his tongue stroked over her clit. When he growled she felt her hips jump. “Draven, more. Please. Fuck.” She never cussed but was right now.
His mouth latched onto her aching clitoris, and he sucked hard. All the while his fingers stroked over her pussy, one finger finally sliding into her sheath to gently stroke her in time to his sucking actions.
“Ohhhhhh…” she said in a long and low moan of a sound. The finger inside of her pussy while his tongue worked her clitoris had her seeing stars, literally. She shuddered and shifted her hips slightly to take more of him into her body.
The slight bite of his teeth on her sensitive nub sent a shiver through her. But then her mind became focused on the fuller feeling of her pussy when he added another finger. His free hand stroked up her belly to her breasts, where he began to pluck at first one nipple, then the other.
She covered his hand with hers and squeezed her nipple tightly with his hands. “I love the way that feels.” She shifted to accommodate more of his body between her legs and to give him room to play more with her as he wanted to.
Draven slid his hand free from under hers. “Play with your nipples,” he ordered in a husky tone. He moved his hand down to hold her folds open and proceeded to flick the tip of his tongue to her clit rapidly while thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.
She moved her hand from his head and placed both of them on her nipples. She began to tug and pull at them. She twisted them and gasped just as his fingers thrust deeply into her pussy.
“That’s it, Cecilia,” he praised. Curling his fingers inside of her, he seemed to find some spot that had her toes digging frantically into the bedding. Then he put his mouth back over her clit to suck at the throbbing nub, adding in a little bite now and again.
Cece arched up against him and sobbed. She braced her feet on the bedding and lifted her pussy up closer to him. She loved the way this felt, the fabulous feeling of his hands on her body and his mouth on her pussy.
Draven cupped her ass when she lifted up, a digit moving to rub the tight bud between her buttocks. He pressed firmly while sucking harder at her clit and curling his fingers up inside of her.
With his fingers in her pussy and the one touching her anus she saw stars. It took her breath away, the sensations making her gasp. She then screamed and lifted her body up, taking his fingers deeper. The one near her anus slipped inside and she came, hard.
The next thing she knew Draven was stroking her leg gently, pressing kisses to her face, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. “Shh, I have you, little one. Slow your breathing down for me, Cecilia,” he said gently as he continued to soothe her.
Doing as he instructed, she nodded and sighed. “That was amazing. I never dreamed that an orgasm would be so good.”
“That was only the first part of it all,” he told her. “There is so much more that is to come your way.” Slipping an arm around her, he squeezed her close while pressing a kiss to her lips. “The real question is, are you ready for more, Cecilia?” She took a deep breath and licked her lips after his kiss. “I want more. I want everything.”
He gave her another leisurely kiss, curling his tongue around hers and teasing her gently. He settled his body over hers and she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy and over her clit. His one hand didn’t stop moving but continued to stroke her leg, over her hip, and up her ribs before going back down her side.
“So good.” She lifted again and moaned. “I love the feel of you touching me.” The head of his cock rubbing against her slit had her whimpering and clutching at him.
“Easy, little one.” He cupped her face in a hand, his thumb brushing over her skin while he stared down into her eyes. “You need to relax for me and take slow, deep breaths.” His cock pressed to her opening. Moving his hand, he touched her pussy, spreading her lips as he pushed his cock to start filling her slowly.
He filled her to capacity, and beyond. She had to stop him once and shift slightly but then he pushed into her more. “Draven.” She whispered his name. This was making love. This wasn’t about the domination and submission, but this was their first time making love.
“Breathe, Cecilia,” he said in a deeper, rougher tone. “You need to remember to breathe.” His hands guided her legs up and around his hips until she could hook her ankles together over his ass. Very slowly he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, then pressed back in just as slowly.
She breathed, recalling that he had said she could control her body with her breathing, with focusing. She tried to do just that. She forced herself to breathe in and out and to watch him as he made love with her. “I’m so glad I waited for you,” she confessed, reaching up to put her hand on his cheek and pull him closer. Catching her lips in a kiss, he cupped her head between his hands. He was still moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and sliding out of her body slowly. As they kissed he began to pick up his pace a little at a time.
She moved with him, her body naturally finding its rhythm with him and causing her to brush against his chest with her breasts from time to time. Each time her rock hard nipples brushed against his muscular chest she gasped aloud, the pleasure moving between nipples and clit and back again.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze roaming over her face. “So open, so giving, and all mine. Forever, Cecilia. Nothing else will be nearly enough for me.” Putting his hands on the bed, he pressed up a little and began to thrust faster and harder into her eager body.
“Good.” She moved along with him, her body naturally finding that right rhythm with him, her legs around his hips. She dug her heels into his ass, pulling him tighter to her body as she did so.
“Touch your clit, Cecilia.” Rolling his hips slightly gave her a new sensation. “Rub that tight little nub for me.” Draven was adjusting himself over her, each movement changing how his cock slid into her.
Reaching between them, she touched her fingertips to her clit and began to rub, sobbing his name as the feelings that were coming from him pumping in and out of her body had her flying higher and higher.
“Please, Sir.” She shivered, the force of her pleasure doubling at those two small words.
The look on his face when she said those words nearly had her coming apart. But something held her back. Leaning in, Draven pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “Come for me, Cecilia,” he said in a demanding tone.
It was his demand far more than anything that had her screaming as she climaxed. She came hard, her body shaking, and felt her nails biting into Draven’s back. She whimpered and needed him to come with her.
A few more hard thrusts and she felt it. The shudder rippled through his body before his cock pulsated in her sheath. Draven collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight as his seed filled her.
She felt each pulse of his seed into her waiting womb and closed her eyes. “Gracious,” she whispered softly, then yawned. “Will you hold me, please? Just keep me close?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he rolled them so she was lying on top. Then he covered her up, tucking the blankets around her gently before once more wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep for a little while, Cecilia. Then we need to get up for the official welcome back meal.”
“Okay.” She rubbed her cheek to his chest and drifted off into sleep.
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October 20, 2015
FIREBIRD by Jennifer Loring
Firebird
(Firebird Trilogy, #1)
by Jennifer Loring
Stephanie Hartwell is a journalist chasing the story of her career…
When superstar hockey player and notorious bad boy Aleksandr Volynsky is traded to the Seattle Earthquakes in a blockbuster deal, Stephanie demands the opportunity to prove herself by scoring an exclusive interview with a man with no love for the media…the same man she once thought, as a naive teenager, she’d someday marry.
An Olympian and Stanley Cup Champion, Aleksandr has achieved every goal he’s ever set…
Now expected to carry a failing team on his shoulders, Aleksandr’s troubles deepen when he encounters Stephanie after a season-opening loss. His lifestyle of drinking and random hookups has been a futile attempt to forget the beautiful tomboy who stole his heart nine years ago. And worse, fame and fortune have made it impossible for him to trust anyone–especially Stephanie, who is engaged to another man.
Romance rekindles, but tragedy reveals Aleksandr’s dark side…
Being with Aleksandr in the first place jeopardizes Stephanie’s journalistic integrity and threatens her career, and when he spirals out of control, it reawakens fears from her own history, making her unable to commit to a future with him.
When Aleksandr discovers the truth behind his self-destructive behavior, will his newfound self-awareness be enough to convince Stephanie to give him one last chance…
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Jennifer Loring’s short fiction has appeared in numerous magazines, webzines, and anthologies. In 2013, she won Crystal Lake Publishing’s inaugural Tales from the Lake writing competition; in 2014, DarkFuse published her novella Conduits, and in May 2015, Omnium Gatherum released her debut novel, Those of My Kind. Jennifer lives in Philadelphia, PA with her husband, a turtle, and two basset hounds. She is currently at work on the second book in the Firebird Trilogy as well as a paranormal romance.
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