Jenika Snow's Blog, page 3
August 25, 2013
Guest author, Raven McCallan
Raven MCallan
Nash's Niche
Writing about different members of a family is such fun. You get to know each person so well, and even though your story is mainly about one or two of them, the rest all play their part. That's how even though Nash's Niche is about Nash Gretton, third son of the Earl of Brigstock, Peregrine, Randall, Cecy and Harold all play their part. Each book is a standalone, though of course both myself and Lee Brazil, who writes the other half of the books would love you to read them all. We think (hope) that by the time you read one of them you're hooked on the Gretton's and if you read the series you'll be smitten. Because I think that’s the idea. To create characters you become so involved with, you want to know more and more, about them. Not only them but their friends—and enemies. And of course you hope everyone who reads the book feels the same. I can only say that more than once Lee and I have said, 'oh now I can see I need to tell a, or b's story one day'. I foresee a fair few 'spin offs' from this Behind closed Doors series.When you're writing with someone else it can be a real challenge. Can we agree? Do we mesh? Is he/she awake when I need to know something? Do you know it all worked brilliantly. We haven't both written within the same book, but taken a character each. Then when we're writing our book we just ask questions. It's been great.I hope you think the result of our tequila and gin fuelled late night chat works...Here's the blurb for Nash's nicheA chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can their be a future for the star stuck lovers?
And a wee tease
His decision made, Nash lifted her from him. "Stay there whilst I get what we need." He collected cloths and water, scissors and razor, in short shrift. "So where shall we mark? I thought here." He ruffled the curls that covered her quim. "As close to heaven as we can make it." She nodded and sighed. "How beautiful. Will you mark yourself the same?"He shook his head and she went ashen. "No, I won't mark myself. You'll do it for me. I will however do the shaving. I'm not sure how well you would operate a cut throat and strop, and I need my cock and balls to fill you again." Her color returned and she giggled, even though her eyes were still shadowed by some indefinable sorrow. "Then who'll begin?""It is usually ladies first. Let me shave us both whilst you decide on the design." He cut her curls as short as he could. Her eyes widened as the cold steel skimmed over her skin. It seemed his lady was oh so receptive to that cold touch. If only he had some ice he could introduce her to many more sensations. Nash let the closed blades stroke her cleft, and laughed softly as she gasped and took a deep shuddering breath. It was with reluctance he put the scissors down and picked up the razor and strop and denuded a small circle of hair just above the entrance to her channel. He wanted to pin her under him, and tease every last inch of her with the chill of anticipation before showing her how heat and cold could work so well together. Later. She didn't move but watched him with wide eyes. Each scrape of the steel, each tiny piece of skin that showed under his blade, brought more tiny drops of perspiration to her skin. Her body had taken on a soft rosy sheen, her eyes cloudy with desire, and Nash wanted her with a need so fierce it took his breath away. Carefully he set the razor on the table and moved, to thrust his tongue between her lips. She met it with a determination to match his, and then to his delight, pinched one of his nipples. He had to force himself to move back."If we carry on no ink will be used, and you will be bare for nothing." Was that thin, reedy voice really his? He needed to get a grip on his emotions."Never for nothing, but I do wish to see it finished." She sounded as disturbed as he.Nash ran his hands over his head. He needed to stop them shaking. Then once more he bent to his task. When he'd finished, she rubbed her hands over the area. "It feels so different, in a very good way. Now you?""Now me." He set the razor to his groin, and looked at his cock. It was once more standing up and pre cum had leaked onto the head. "I may need some help here." He gestured toward his prick, which waved as if in acknowledgement of his interest. "To ensure I don't ah, nick it or any such thing."Madame Felice rolled her eyes. Even with only tiny holes cut in the mask the gesture was obvious. "Like this do you mean?" She set her mouth to the head and licked the juices there. The delicate scrape of her tongue was spine tingling. Nash could hardly remember what he was supposed to be doing. "Not if you want me to finish the inking," he managed to say. She lifted her head, and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a tiny pop. "A pity, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Perhaps we will both be better satisfied if I just hold it," she paused. "For now.""Perhaps. Please." He couldn't form any more words in a coherent form, as she took hold of his horn, and held it firmly with both hands."Concentrate, 'tis your turn to be prepared." She lifted one finger and waggled it at him. "Then we can both be rewarded."Nash took a deep breath and steadied himself, before he set the razor to his skin once more and made short work of his removing his own hair. Satisfied, he set the cutthroat and strop back onto the table. "So what are we inking?""Two hearts entwined." She sniggered. "Ah so trite, but oh so true. You have made me realize I have one, and now I have shared it."If he hadn't been entranced with her, that sentence would have done it. As it was an inferno of sensations filled him, and he vowed he would find out more about his lady. The words 'his lady' hit him. He knew they were true.She touched his arm. His cock jerked and protested at the reduction in contact."I'm ready."So was he and not just for a tattoo. "Then try to relax." With careful precision he set the needle to her skin. Her fingers tightened on his cock, and she gasped and bit her lip but didn't move."It will sting," Nash warned her. "And I will need to break the skin many times." He inserted the ink into the tiny needle prick, and made several more before she had time to voice her thoughts. Her hands were tight, but not uncomfortable on him."It is a sweet sting, My Lord. It marks me as proud to be as one with you." Her softly spoken words filled him with a fierce heat. He needed her again. But not, he vowed, until they were both inked. Then to spare their marks he would show her how many other ways there were to make love.Nash bent his head and applied himself to his task.Nash's Niche is available from www.evernightpublishing.com Amazon, All Romance eBooks and Bookstrand
Now some nosy linksRaven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—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. 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.
You can find out more about Raven here…
http://www.ravenmcallan.comhttp:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
Where to get Nash's Niche:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nashs-niche-by-raven-mcallan/
Nash's Niche
Writing about different members of a family is such fun. You get to know each person so well, and even though your story is mainly about one or two of them, the rest all play their part. That's how even though Nash's Niche is about Nash Gretton, third son of the Earl of Brigstock, Peregrine, Randall, Cecy and Harold all play their part. Each book is a standalone, though of course both myself and Lee Brazil, who writes the other half of the books would love you to read them all. We think (hope) that by the time you read one of them you're hooked on the Gretton's and if you read the series you'll be smitten. Because I think that’s the idea. To create characters you become so involved with, you want to know more and more, about them. Not only them but their friends—and enemies. And of course you hope everyone who reads the book feels the same. I can only say that more than once Lee and I have said, 'oh now I can see I need to tell a, or b's story one day'. I foresee a fair few 'spin offs' from this Behind closed Doors series.When you're writing with someone else it can be a real challenge. Can we agree? Do we mesh? Is he/she awake when I need to know something? Do you know it all worked brilliantly. We haven't both written within the same book, but taken a character each. Then when we're writing our book we just ask questions. It's been great.I hope you think the result of our tequila and gin fuelled late night chat works...Here's the blurb for Nash's nicheA chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can their be a future for the star stuck lovers?
And a wee tease
His decision made, Nash lifted her from him. "Stay there whilst I get what we need." He collected cloths and water, scissors and razor, in short shrift. "So where shall we mark? I thought here." He ruffled the curls that covered her quim. "As close to heaven as we can make it." She nodded and sighed. "How beautiful. Will you mark yourself the same?"He shook his head and she went ashen. "No, I won't mark myself. You'll do it for me. I will however do the shaving. I'm not sure how well you would operate a cut throat and strop, and I need my cock and balls to fill you again." Her color returned and she giggled, even though her eyes were still shadowed by some indefinable sorrow. "Then who'll begin?""It is usually ladies first. Let me shave us both whilst you decide on the design." He cut her curls as short as he could. Her eyes widened as the cold steel skimmed over her skin. It seemed his lady was oh so receptive to that cold touch. If only he had some ice he could introduce her to many more sensations. Nash let the closed blades stroke her cleft, and laughed softly as she gasped and took a deep shuddering breath. It was with reluctance he put the scissors down and picked up the razor and strop and denuded a small circle of hair just above the entrance to her channel. He wanted to pin her under him, and tease every last inch of her with the chill of anticipation before showing her how heat and cold could work so well together. Later. She didn't move but watched him with wide eyes. Each scrape of the steel, each tiny piece of skin that showed under his blade, brought more tiny drops of perspiration to her skin. Her body had taken on a soft rosy sheen, her eyes cloudy with desire, and Nash wanted her with a need so fierce it took his breath away. Carefully he set the razor on the table and moved, to thrust his tongue between her lips. She met it with a determination to match his, and then to his delight, pinched one of his nipples. He had to force himself to move back."If we carry on no ink will be used, and you will be bare for nothing." Was that thin, reedy voice really his? He needed to get a grip on his emotions."Never for nothing, but I do wish to see it finished." She sounded as disturbed as he.Nash ran his hands over his head. He needed to stop them shaking. Then once more he bent to his task. When he'd finished, she rubbed her hands over the area. "It feels so different, in a very good way. Now you?""Now me." He set the razor to his groin, and looked at his cock. It was once more standing up and pre cum had leaked onto the head. "I may need some help here." He gestured toward his prick, which waved as if in acknowledgement of his interest. "To ensure I don't ah, nick it or any such thing."Madame Felice rolled her eyes. Even with only tiny holes cut in the mask the gesture was obvious. "Like this do you mean?" She set her mouth to the head and licked the juices there. The delicate scrape of her tongue was spine tingling. Nash could hardly remember what he was supposed to be doing. "Not if you want me to finish the inking," he managed to say. She lifted her head, and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a tiny pop. "A pity, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Perhaps we will both be better satisfied if I just hold it," she paused. "For now.""Perhaps. Please." He couldn't form any more words in a coherent form, as she took hold of his horn, and held it firmly with both hands."Concentrate, 'tis your turn to be prepared." She lifted one finger and waggled it at him. "Then we can both be rewarded."Nash took a deep breath and steadied himself, before he set the razor to his skin once more and made short work of his removing his own hair. Satisfied, he set the cutthroat and strop back onto the table. "So what are we inking?""Two hearts entwined." She sniggered. "Ah so trite, but oh so true. You have made me realize I have one, and now I have shared it."If he hadn't been entranced with her, that sentence would have done it. As it was an inferno of sensations filled him, and he vowed he would find out more about his lady. The words 'his lady' hit him. He knew they were true.She touched his arm. His cock jerked and protested at the reduction in contact."I'm ready."So was he and not just for a tattoo. "Then try to relax." With careful precision he set the needle to her skin. Her fingers tightened on his cock, and she gasped and bit her lip but didn't move."It will sting," Nash warned her. "And I will need to break the skin many times." He inserted the ink into the tiny needle prick, and made several more before she had time to voice her thoughts. Her hands were tight, but not uncomfortable on him."It is a sweet sting, My Lord. It marks me as proud to be as one with you." Her softly spoken words filled him with a fierce heat. He needed her again. But not, he vowed, until they were both inked. Then to spare their marks he would show her how many other ways there were to make love.Nash bent his head and applied himself to his task.Nash's Niche is available from www.evernightpublishing.com Amazon, All Romance eBooks and Bookstrand
Now some nosy linksRaven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—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. 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.
You can find out more about Raven here…
http://www.ravenmcallan.comhttp:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
Where to get Nash's Niche:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nashs-niche-by-raven-mcallan/
Guest authors, Nikka Michaels & Eileen Griffin
Chasing Matt
Blurb
Chase Williams is a gorgeous but painfully shy web designer whose long term boyfriend dumped him for being such a “nice” guy. Instead of meeting his buddies at the local bar for a drink he helps his elderly neighbor with a DIY project. When a wobbly step ladder leads to a banged up wrist and a trip to the ER Chase is convinced it’s the worst night ever. Then he meets his handsome nurse.
Matt Owens is the boy next door who loves working in the busy ER. He’s more than ready to clock out from his double shift until he meets his patient in Bed 4. Matt’s bedside manner is charming enough to make Chase consider throwing caution to the wind and going after what he wants for a change. But will Matt’s attraction to Chase be enough to make him to break his rule about never dating patients?LinksEvernight Publishing:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/chasing-matt-by-nikka-michaels-and-eileen-griffin/Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Matt-ebook/dp/B00ENRNF6C/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376972623&sr=1-4&keywords=chasing+mattAll Romance Ebooks:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chasingmatt-1269663-149.htmlBookstrand:http://www.bookstrand.com/chasing-matt-mm-0Rainbow eBooks:http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=11645Excerpt
Nurse Matt Owens paused and held my eyes for a minute before leaning over to type some notes on the computer. My skin flushed when he looked away. I liked the feeling of his eyes on me. I only wished he did it with personal interest instead of the clinical way he evaluated my injury.I shifted on the stretcher as he gently manipulated my wrist, his hands steady and warm through the gloves. The pain was mostly manageable, until he held onto my forearm with one hand, and flexed my hand backward with the other. I jumped and yelped, unable to hide how much even that small movement hurt.His eyes were sympathetic, but his hands remained firmly on my arm, steadying me. “Sorry. Bad news? There’s a lot of swelling, and the skin is already turning a nice shade of purple.”He looked back down at my wrist, and manipulated my fingers and wrist again. When he held my hand still and slowly moved his thumb in circles over the top of my wrist, my breath hitched. The pain of the injury mixed with a deeper pleasure that shot straight to my cock. I quickly shifted my good arm to cover my lap.“Pain?” Matt’s concerned eyes met mine as he moved his thumb, gently rubbing the swollen skin between my thumb and pointer finger. “A little.”“Pressure points can help alleviate pain sometimes, but right now you’re too swollen to receive any real benefit. This pressure point is called the Valley of Harmony, but I’m sensing this is less than harmonic for you.”I thought I saw the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, but I couldn’t be sure since his face was still tilted down toward my arm. I cursed at myself for getting turned on by a nurse’s clinical exam. “I’ve just called for a tech from Radiology to escort you down for your scans. Do you have any questions?”I laughed under my breath. Did I have any questions? A whole litany of questions came to my mind ranging from where the hell was the exit so I can finally go home to what’s your phone number.After I settled on the new stretcher, the tech wheeled me down the hallway towards Radiology. All I thought about was whether Matt would be there when I got back from the tests. If he was, and I hadn’t killed anyone from the pain taking over my whole body, maybe I’d actually work up the courage to strike up a conversation that had nothing to do with sludgy coffee, sucky fluorescent lighting, or beautiful ER lobbies, and get to know more about Nurse Owens. Maybe I’d embrace the new Chase Williams like Brett wanted me to and actually go after what I wanted for the first time in my life.Author Bios/Links
Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs.http://www.facebook.com/Nikka.Michaelshttp://www.nikkamichaels.comhttp://twitter.com/nikkamichaelshttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/nikka-michaels/http://www.amazon.com/author/nikkamichaels
Eileen Griffin loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack. She enjoys TexMex, good wine and losing herself in a great book.http://www.eileengriffin.wordpress.comhttp://www.twitter.com/eileengriffin77http://www.facebook.com/eileen.griffinhttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/eileen-griffin/
Blurb
Chase Williams is a gorgeous but painfully shy web designer whose long term boyfriend dumped him for being such a “nice” guy. Instead of meeting his buddies at the local bar for a drink he helps his elderly neighbor with a DIY project. When a wobbly step ladder leads to a banged up wrist and a trip to the ER Chase is convinced it’s the worst night ever. Then he meets his handsome nurse.
Matt Owens is the boy next door who loves working in the busy ER. He’s more than ready to clock out from his double shift until he meets his patient in Bed 4. Matt’s bedside manner is charming enough to make Chase consider throwing caution to the wind and going after what he wants for a change. But will Matt’s attraction to Chase be enough to make him to break his rule about never dating patients?LinksEvernight Publishing:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/chasing-matt-by-nikka-michaels-and-eileen-griffin/Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Matt-ebook/dp/B00ENRNF6C/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376972623&sr=1-4&keywords=chasing+mattAll Romance Ebooks:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chasingmatt-1269663-149.htmlBookstrand:http://www.bookstrand.com/chasing-matt-mm-0Rainbow eBooks:http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=11645Excerpt
Nurse Matt Owens paused and held my eyes for a minute before leaning over to type some notes on the computer. My skin flushed when he looked away. I liked the feeling of his eyes on me. I only wished he did it with personal interest instead of the clinical way he evaluated my injury.I shifted on the stretcher as he gently manipulated my wrist, his hands steady and warm through the gloves. The pain was mostly manageable, until he held onto my forearm with one hand, and flexed my hand backward with the other. I jumped and yelped, unable to hide how much even that small movement hurt.His eyes were sympathetic, but his hands remained firmly on my arm, steadying me. “Sorry. Bad news? There’s a lot of swelling, and the skin is already turning a nice shade of purple.”He looked back down at my wrist, and manipulated my fingers and wrist again. When he held my hand still and slowly moved his thumb in circles over the top of my wrist, my breath hitched. The pain of the injury mixed with a deeper pleasure that shot straight to my cock. I quickly shifted my good arm to cover my lap.“Pain?” Matt’s concerned eyes met mine as he moved his thumb, gently rubbing the swollen skin between my thumb and pointer finger. “A little.”“Pressure points can help alleviate pain sometimes, but right now you’re too swollen to receive any real benefit. This pressure point is called the Valley of Harmony, but I’m sensing this is less than harmonic for you.”I thought I saw the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, but I couldn’t be sure since his face was still tilted down toward my arm. I cursed at myself for getting turned on by a nurse’s clinical exam. “I’ve just called for a tech from Radiology to escort you down for your scans. Do you have any questions?”I laughed under my breath. Did I have any questions? A whole litany of questions came to my mind ranging from where the hell was the exit so I can finally go home to what’s your phone number.After I settled on the new stretcher, the tech wheeled me down the hallway towards Radiology. All I thought about was whether Matt would be there when I got back from the tests. If he was, and I hadn’t killed anyone from the pain taking over my whole body, maybe I’d actually work up the courage to strike up a conversation that had nothing to do with sludgy coffee, sucky fluorescent lighting, or beautiful ER lobbies, and get to know more about Nurse Owens. Maybe I’d embrace the new Chase Williams like Brett wanted me to and actually go after what I wanted for the first time in my life.Author Bios/Links
Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs.http://www.facebook.com/Nikka.Michaelshttp://www.nikkamichaels.comhttp://twitter.com/nikkamichaelshttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/nikka-michaels/http://www.amazon.com/author/nikkamichaels
Eileen Griffin loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack. She enjoys TexMex, good wine and losing herself in a great book.http://www.eileengriffin.wordpress.comhttp://www.twitter.com/eileengriffin77http://www.facebook.com/eileen.griffinhttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/eileen-griffin/
August 24, 2013
Guest author, Anais Morgan
Blurb: When they finally find love, can it survive the scrutiny? Vincent’s days at work are spent admiring a hot hunk of man flesh named Jason. Unfortunately, Jason is straight—or so Vincent believes. When Jason asks Vincent out to a sporting event, he confesses he’s interested, and Vince has no problem exploring these feelings with Jason. After a night of passion, they decide they’ve held back their true feelings for too long and want to try a committed relationship. Just as things start to work for them, their boss finds out that they’re gay. He turns them in for on-the-clock PDA and tells their co-workers. Can Vincent and Jason’s relationship hold up against that kind of hatred? Except: A knock came on the door. I walked over and unlocked the deadbolt. Jason smiled as I opened it. He stepped on the threshold, his brows furrowing the way they always had at work. Something was bothering him. “We good?” I asked. He hesitated before answering. “Yeah. Can I talk to you about something?” “Sure.” I stepped aside to allow him to come in farther. After closing the door, I asked, “What’s up?” He waited a few seconds, concern warping his gaze. I began to worry. Jason said, “Look, Vincent, I know you’re gay.” My teeth chattered while my stomach dropped between my knees. How did he find out? I’d been so careful, always watching my back. My hands shook, my knees wanted to knock so I leaned on one foot, trying to play it cool. “How did … you … umm. Well you see—” Jason held up his hands in defense. Smiling, he said, “Look, I’m not mad. Actually, I think you’re cute.” He paused. “I’ve always thought something was wrong with me. I love sex, but mostly anal. Women turn me on, but not the way men seem to. Maybe I’m bi? I don’t know. But I want to find out.” And did I ever want to pull him to my side. I smiled at him, my hands quivering and whispered, “I’ll help you.” Jason took a step closer. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me in for a kiss. At first he puckered, unsure of what to do. I led him, kissing his bottom lip gently. He molded his lips to mine, following my lead. “Want me to help you figure that out?” I opened his mouth with my own, sliding my tongue in. He massaged mine back, licking and playing with it. My body, and my cock, reacted to his touch. I wanted to break away and hug him, maybe jump for joy. But no, I couldn’t. I didn’t want the kiss to end. Jason let out a small moan and I wanted him even more. Fuck the game, we could do this all night. I slid my hand up to the back of his neck. His hair stood on end. What did this mean? Could he be turned on, too? Or was he mortified? Jason pulled back, gazing into my eyes. His were wide. He hated it, I could tell. He didn’t want it. “That was … weird,” he said. “I’m sorry.” He smirked. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” My cock twitched with his words. Wow. “That did just happen, didn’t it?” Like what you’ve read? Want to read more? I’m hosting a giveaway. I’ll be on 13 blogs over the Labor Day weekend to promote Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now. All you have to do is comment on any of the blogs. Want more chances to win? Visit all of the blogs and comment! The more you comment, the better your chances. It’s that simple. Visit www.anaismorgan.blogspot.com for a complete list of the blogs and dates. And as always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. -Anais Morgan Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_nos... Facebook: www.facebook.com/anais.morganluv Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
Guest author, Tamsin Baker
Knowing Destiny
By Tamsin BakerMMF contemporary shifter book.
Blurb:Chase, a golden eagle shifter, is destined to be the leader of his flock, the shifters of the air. But he has a few problems. He’s not ready for the responsibility, he isn’t sure who he wants as his mate and there’s the little issue of an unsolved killing to sort out.Ben is also a golden eagle shifter, Chase’s best friend and three time lover. He wants to be his best friend’s mate, but can he be honest about his feelings?Ariana is a young peregrine falcon shifter who has loved Chase for years. But why would he want her when he can have anyone he wants?Three shifters, three separate problems, all fighting to find out who they are and how they can love each other.
Excerpt:Ben showered and dressed quickly. What was he going to say? “You’re going to be honest, just once, and then forget about it.”Ben closed up his house and made his way to Chase’s place. He couldn’t live like this anymore, on tenterhooks every day, wondering what Chase was thinking, how he was feeling. Wanting to tell Chase he loved him, but not knowing how. He had never felt so impotent in his life. But it was time to end that. He would finally admit all to Chase and live with the consequences. Today was the last day he was going to feel like this.He jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door. “Hey, Chase, you home?”His best friend opened the door, jeans on, but nothing on his gorgeous chest or feet.“Hey, yeah. Come on in.”Ben’s cock swelled within his jeans. His instant attraction to this man frustrated him, and he burst into Chase’s house.“How did last night go?”Chase pushed the door closed and frowned as he walked forward. “It went really well. What’s up, Ben?”Ben clenched his fists tighter then opened them by force. Calm, he needed to stay focused. “So, Ariana is it for you? You’ll mate with her?”He began to pace, nervous energy working through his system and turning into anger. How could he have missed his chance to be with Chase? Chase walked closer warily, approaching him how one would move towards an injured and angry bird. Chase had almost reached him now, and his brow knitted together. “Well, we’ve only had one night together, and she’s still at Uni, but yeah. I think so.”Pain broke through Ben’s chest, making it feel like his ribs were being split open.He stopped and gasped, putting a hand to his heart.“Ben, seriously, what’s wrong?”Ben growled and began pacing again. He couldn’t stay still, and if Chase touched him, he would surely scream.“I don’t know how to tell you this. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for months, and it looks like I’ve run out of time.”Inevitability settled into Ben’s mind, and he knew this was it.Chase’s face was wary, his tone of voice gentle when he spoke. “What had you been wanting to tell me, Ben?”Ben looked at him, his belly tight with worry. “I need to tell you ... that I...”Ben stumbled over the words. How did you tell your male best friend that you were in love with him?Chase leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, that smug grin firmly in place. “If you’re going to tell me you want Ariana, too, then you’re going to have a fight on your hands.”Ben clenched his fists, anger boiling up inside him. He opened his mouth and screamed at the man he had loved for a decade.“I don’t want Ariana! I fucking want you! Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be your best friend who you fucked when you were drunk! I want to be your mate, too!”Chase’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. Then his eyes turned yellow, and he took a step forward. His huge hands reached for Ben, cupping his face and drawing it to his mouth.Ben groaned and grabbed Chase about the waist, hauling his huge male into his body, absorbing Chase’s moan and squeezing his arse.He pulled back and grabbed Chase’s jean-covered arse. “I want you.”He stared at the man he wanted above all else waiting for a sign that Chase felt the same.“I...” Chase cleared his throat. “I want you, too,” Chase said, the words gravelly.Ben dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Chase’s jeans in a hurry. He had never done this for his lover, their previous intimacies brief with almost no foreplay. Now, he could think of no other way to brand Chase as his own. His powerful eagle was close to the surface.He opened up Chase’s jean placket, and his cock sprang out, pointing directly to Ben’s mouth. Thick, heavy, red, and swollen.God, it’s beautiful.He wrapped his hand around the base and looked up at his man.“I want to suck you so bad.”He waited, wanting the confirmation that Chase wanted it, too.His mate didn’t respond with words, but slid his fingers into Ben’s short hair and pulled him closer. That was all the permission he needed.Ben smiled as he licked the tip. Yum.“Chase ... are you here?” Ariana’s voice shocked them both, and Ben turned his head, ready to jump up.But he was already too late. She wasn’t coming in. She was already here.
Tamsn Bio:
Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had fourteen published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity.M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!
Tamsin Links:www.erotictamsinbaker.blogspot.com.auwww.tamsinbakererotic.com
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August 23, 2013
Guest author, Michaela Rhua
Life On The Edge.So life is pretty okay. You have your own place, a good job and friends – well one friend. The only thing is most of your community think you are odd because you are attracted to women and not to men. This is hard in a community of shifters, where each female has a duty to be mated and breed to keep the line going. So what do you do? Given in? Ignore your need and go along with what they want and live a lie? Err NO. Not for Louisa. She chooses to stick to her guns and stay in her home, live her life and hope that love will come her way.But life on the edge can be hard and lonely. Even with her good friend Donal always coming by, it's not the same having someone to fall into bed with after a long day and hold tight until you fall asleep.Louisa has nearly given up…until one night, when the full moon is shining bright and a scent she cannot ignore catches her attention.I will say nothing more but I'll leave you with the blurb and a quick taste!
Mated Forever by Michaela RhuaThe full moon is always a time for danger and mating. This month it brings the scent of Louisa's mate. Jorie is on the run and in grave danger. Being rescued by Louisa brings safety and a new temptation. As the girls act on their feelings, and passion overtakes them, they are unaware of the danger surrounding them both. When Jorie is kidnapped, it's a race against time. Will Louisa be able to save her mate, or will the past and all its secrets destroy them before they even have a chance at forever?
Excerpt"I am so sorry to draw you into all this Lou, I … I didn't mean for it to get this far." Jorie put down the hot mug on the table next to the sofa."It's okay. I asked you to stay, you didn't force this on me, so chill," Lou said. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower."Lou got up from the sofa and disappeared into the bedroom.Damn it! Jorie kicked herself mentally. Why did I not just do what I wanted to, just touch her. She knew exactly how she felt about Lou. She wanted her as a lover and mate. Things were so complicated now. Sleeping with Malachi had been a colossal error. Every time she looked into Lou’s beautiful brown eyes something melted inside. The noise of the shower interrupted her thoughts. Jorie fisted her hands and gritted her teeth. Then, with decisive steps, she walked through the bedroom to the bathroom. The door was ajar, almost inviting her in. Once inside, the hot steam fogged her vision. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she made out water cascading over golden brown skin. Rivulets journeyed their way down the perfect body, which was all curves. Jorie wanted to stroke Lou’s round ass, and kiss it all over. She stretched out her hands. Her skin tightened, and heat radiated throughout her body. She knew exactly what was happening. Her wolf begged to be let out to play with her mate.Breathing deeply, Jorie stepped forward. The steam cleared at little more and Lou turned around. Jorie stared at Lou's round breasts topped off with dark chocolate nipples, and licked her lips. Lou glanced up. Her eyes deepened then a ring of copper formed around her pupils. Lou continued to soap her body. Jorie watched Lou's hand circle down to her bare pussy with the sponge. Her own pussy ached with need. Lou dropped the sponge and leaned her body into the water, washing the suds off her skin. Jorie wanted to touch her so badly.Lou turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. Jorie took a deep breath, trying to get her wolf under control. She wanted Lou in human form, to delight in her body. In her wolf form it would be fucking. Her animal instincts would take over like it had with Malachi. There had been little tenderness. When he’d realized she was willing, it became all about taking her quickly. The act had been painful and cold. Where she’d wanted to take it slow, this would be about making love. She wanted to experience love, an all-consuming love. Tender and soft, not hard and fast."You're so beautiful, Lou. I want you so much. I've never felt this way before," Jorie whispered."I want you, too, Jorie. Only if you’re sure?" Lou gave her a tentative smile."Yes, so sure, like never before," Jorie said.Jorie unbuttoned her shirt. Lou came closer still, helping Jorie to release her arms. Warm hands massaged her breasts. Jorie untwisted Lou's hair and let those dark curls loose. They were silky smooth, and Jorie massaged Lou's head then cupped her face. Their lips met. Heat surged through Jorie, the air hot and heavy. Lou pushed her toward the bedroom. Jorie delved deeply into Lou's mouth with her tongue, tasting and licking. Her beast growled with delight. This was good, this was right."You taste so good, Lou," she said.Lou pushed her onto the bed then stood over her. A flicker of hesitation registered in her eyes. Jorie undid her jeans, ridding herself of any clothing to reassure Lou this was what she wanted. Words were irrelevant. Lou seemed like watching her strip because intensity deepened her gaze. Once bare, Jorie sat up and held out her hand. Nothing happened. Lou looked at the offered hand. Afraid Lou would back away, Jorie slowly opened her legs. She wasn’t fully bare as Lou, but she hoped Lou would understand."I can't wait, Jorie, I have to taste you." Lou licked her lips.She watched Lou lower her head and inhale the scent of her arousal. Lou growled then pounced on her."Get ready, honey." Lou winked.
Author Bio:Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.
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August 22, 2013
Guest author, Lea Bronson
MY BIGGEST FAN by Lea BronsenBLURB: Shawn Torien is a handsome, arrogant bassist with the groove rock band Bloodless. At thirty four, he’s seen everything, been everywhere, and all is handed to him on a silver plate—groupies included. His rock star attitude is questioned when the record company’s young webmistress Samantha joins the band to cover their life on the road.Since she has crushed on Shawn for years, he takes great pleasure in teasing her and pushing her away... until he learns about the woman beneath the surface.
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AUTHOR BIO: Lea lives in Europe with her husband and three children. She's a fan of intense reads, the same way she loves intense sports, music, and rides. She has written adventure, mystery, and action-packed stories from an early age. In addition to the erotic romance short story “My Biggest Fan”, she recently published the crime drama novel "Wild Hearted" and has the thriller sequel “Carnivora”, the erotica novella “Risky Fever”, and a mystery/romance collaboration novel coming soon.
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EXCERPT:
The backstage room is filling with people. Band members, roadies, management, and special guests such as family, media, and a few pre-selected fans. The place buzzes with chatting and chuckling, and I stop in the door to assess. Don’t see any eye-catching hotness yet.Sweat runs from my head, along my back, and down my abs. My soaked shirt glues to my skin, and I stink of hour-long transpiration. I need a shower, but there’s so much else I want to do first: get a drink, a smoke, and some pussy before the tour bus leaves. None of these are allowed on board. I’m electrical, high. I need to move, and my whole body thirsts to get higher. Next to a merchandise booth in a corner stands a table with plates of sandwiches and cut fruit, a selection of mineral water bottles, and alcoholic drinks.“Shawn! Shawn!” Strangers rush me with expectant smiles, probably wanting me to sign CD covers or something.But I’ve made up my mind. Ignoring them, I stride to the table, grab a can of cold beer and down it in one take. The icy beverage rushes through my throat and refreshes me. The sweaty hairs on my arms rise as if chilly air blew on them. I open another, gulp down the beer, and grab a third. “Hey, Shawn,” a female says behind me. I hate being interrupted, but I’ve heard that voice before. Beer in hand, I spin around. Oh, Samantha from the record company. I don’t know if that pleases or annoys me. She’s cute, though, with long brown tendrils at shoulder-length, and hazel eyes glowing with warm intelligence.The alcohol makes me a little tipsy; I can’t resist the want to tease her. I give her the can with a grin and proceed to take off my soaked shirt, as if it’s the most natural thing. Damp body heat and the sharp smell of sweat emanate as I lift my arms in the air, struggling to remove the wet fabric, groaning. Once done, I drop it to the floor and cross my arms, making my well-trained muscles protrude, and scrutinize her reaction. Offering a little male sexiness has worked on most females before.Flabbergasted is the best word to describe her face. I flash my teeth as her gaze runs over my torso. She can’t possibly be aware of her nostrils’ tiny movements, revealing her inhalation of my scent.I let a moment pass, then ask, pointing at the can in her hands, “You gonna have that beer?”“Oh.” She straightens with a deep breath, regains composure, looks at the brand logo on the can, and shakes her head. “No, I don’t drink alcohol at work.”I like her voice. It’s soft, comforting, reminds me of my mother’s. But when she hands me my drink, the wolf in me wants to play. I cover her hand and tug while taking a step closer, pulling her toward me. She wears a discreet perfume, the scent of prairie flowers, I think. Her cheeks blush as she lifts her chin to meet my eyes, and her pupils grow feverish. She’s holding her breath. With my other hand, I grab her round, firm butt and press her stomach against mine.All sounds around us vanish; the talking, the laughter. I focus on the girl in my arms. She’s not really my type, but knowing her infatuation, she’ll be an easy fuck. That’s all I need before getting on the bus. Tomorrow, it'll be someone else. I glance at the KISS patches on her chest. Gene Simmons once declared we’re all in this business for sex, and whoever says he does it for the music is lying. Besides, the girls beg to be screwed senseless by celebrities, so they can brag to their friends. Shawn in Bloodless slept with me! Squee! Maybe she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but I’m not. Call me crazy, but there’s a little romantic in me saving that for a special girlfriend—if such a thing is in the cards for a guy like me. Instead, I move my hands to her denim jacket and start unbuttoning it from the top.“You seem to need a little help with that,” I joke. Damn, we’re so close, and her feminine heat makes my blood boil. I picture bringing her to a dark corner behind the stage curtain and having her hands on my cock. I suggestively push my hardness against her warm thighs.She frowns and takes a step back. No? What is it? My beer breath? I withdraw as well. Too fucking bad.Eyes shimmering, she opens her mouth, but I turn and grab a new can. I mean, who the hell do you think you are to turn me down like that? I gulp the whole drink, release a solid burp, and take what must be the fifth can before leaving._______________________
August 21, 2013
New Release: The Edge of Forever!
A woman who lost everything she ever loved...
Poppy Matthews lost her husband and unborn baby in a car accident. Even years after his death she still moves through life without meaning, that is until her husband's older brother offers her a safe haven. Deciding to move to Blithe, Alaska, Poppy finds love again in the most unlikely place.
He loves her even though she is his brother's wife...
Blake Ellis has lived an isolated life since his brother Jon died two years prior. When Poppy, his younger brother's widow comes to live with him, Blake knows his feelings for her are far from innocent. Both of them have suffered a heartache that has yet to heal, but they find comfort and love again in each other's arms. But not everyone thinks the two should be together, and they will go to great lengths to make sure they know it.
ADULT Excerpt:
His warm breath teased the skin of her belly, and she took in a stuttering breath. The first touch of his lips on her scar had her mouth parting and her pulse racing. Over and over he kissed and ran his tongue along the proof of everything she tried to forget. The tears she tried so hard to keep at bay spilled forth until great, wracking sobs left her. Poppy covered her face with her hands and cried as Blake continued to lave attention to the part of her body she had always felt discomfiture over.
“You’re beautiful, love.” Blake whispered. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” His hands took over where his lips had just been. He caressed her in a gentle sweep of his fingers, so soft and smooth that goose-bumps formed along her skin. “Every part of you is beautiful.” His hands moved up, and up, until they stopped right below her bra. “Look at me.” Poppy let her hands fall away and looked at Blake, who was now mere inches from her face. “I want you to tell me you’re beautiful.” He leaned in the rest of the space and kissed her long and slow. When he broke the kiss he stayed only inches away again. “Tell me, love.”
Poppy licked her lips, the words getting lodged in her throat. His eyes urged her to continue, to find the strength deep inside of her. When was the last time she felt beautiful? When Jon told me right before he died. Now was not the time for this, not when Blake opened up her heart again. Not when she felt something. Finding the courage deep inside her soul, Poppy grabbed for it and didn’t let go.
“I’m beautiful.” The words were barely a whisper from her, but Blake heard her nonetheless and brushed his lips across hers in response.
“Yes, yes you are, love.” He took her mouth again, and she became lost in the sensations of lips, tongues, and hands. It felt like they kissed for hours, or maybe it was just minutes, but it felt glorious regardless. Mouth swollen from the blood that rushed below the surface, cheeks scrapped from the erotic scrape of his stubble along her skin, and pussy so wet the lining of her panties was unbearably soaked, Poppy drifted away in the hazy fog of aroused delight.
With quick movements and expert hands, Blake had her shirt off and her bra undone and tossed aside. She had only ever been naked in front of one person, had only ever given herself to one man, but the way Blake looked down at her, with not just desire but love and understanding, had the wall she had built around her heart after Jon died fading away. She lifted her arms and ran the pads of her fingers across his bare chest. His body lightly shook beneath her hands, and she knew he was just as affected by this encounter.
“I want you, Blake.” Poppy dropped her hands and gripped the edge of her pajama bottoms. She lifted her hips and dragged them down her legs and off when Blake moved aside. He looked almost stunned, or unsure of her actions, but he didn’t stop her. So she reached for the drawstring of his lounge pants. “Tell me this is right, that you want this, too.” Hands on the strings but not making a move to loosen it, Poppy stared into his eyes. Everything around her stilled as she waited to hear his answer. It was strange how the roles had been reversed. It now seemed Blake was unsure of what was transpiring. He closed his eyes, and his jaw clenched as he dealt with his internal battle. Poppy went to drop her hands, but Blake anticipated her move and placed his hands atop hers, stilling her movements.
“I want this, so much, Poppy.” He removed her hands and stood. For a moment she thought he meant to leave her in his too big room, alone and naked, but then he pushed his pants down and crawled back on the bed over her. His big body rested atop hers, pressing her into the mattress and sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through her. “I want you so much, Poppy.” Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away.
Blake’s narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle her hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of him parted her labia. She was wet, unbelievably so, and his shaft moved against the slickness on its own accord. A guttural groan left him, and he dropped his head to her shoulder at the same time his hips jerked and his cock slid against her again.
“You feel so good, Poppy.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down as he rocked against her. The base of his erection bumped her clit on every upstroke, and Poppy had to bit her lip or she would have screamed for him to move harder, faster. “I’ve wanted you for so long, ever since our relationship changed during those conversations all those years ago.” Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. So, so close to feeling that explosion she longed for.
“Yes, Blake. Please,” she whispered into his hair. He was so big, so muscular, and so very male that Poppy felt wholly feminine beneath him. She begged him for his words, for his touch, for his emotions. She wanted that from him, wanted him to break down his wall like she had.
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August 16, 2013
Guest author, Hazel Gower!
I’m a mother of four terrors between the ages of two and seven. In my spare time, the little I have, I write and take off into my own worlds. I started writing down my story ideas in high school, and never really stopped. Writing, I have to say, is my salvation. After I've gotten all the kids in bed and have cleaned up, I sit at my computer or sometimes a notebook with a pencil and relax, write, and escape.
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Blurb:The Inteli, a colorful warrior race sworn to protect the galaxy, need women. Centuries of fighting and a little genetic experimentation mean their race now faces extinction.Danickra stumbles upon his solution in the human world, and this solution turns out to be more than he could ever have imagined. But danger and betrayal threaten not only their bond, but also their lives.Opal was having a bad day. Then she was abducted by aliens.As she learns more about this alien race, one in particular takes her heart. But treachery is afoot, and Opal must show she’s not as fragile as the aliens think.Can this human woman answer the call of destiny and be a savior of a warrior race? Be Warned: forced seduction, anal sex, double vaginal penetration (aliens have two penises)
Excerpt: One of the walls opened up, and a bright pink man walked in confidently. They laughed harder. Heather got off the platform bed and walked up to the man. He was brilliant, human-looking except for his bright pink skin, which was hard, almost metal-plated, and shiny like scales. His fingers were long sharp claws, and he had a long tail with a hand on its end that swished when he walked. Heather touched his rock-hard chest. “Come out now, Ethan, before I kick your arse! I will say I love the pink. How did you get it so bright? Oh I so forgive you kidnapping us. He is yummy.” What the hell was going on? Opal thought. Heather took a step back towards her as the man blinked, and Opal could now see his eyes were yellow. “Wow, great contact lenses.” His tail moved back and forth, and the hand at the end opened and waved. “Oh. My. God,” Heather squealed. “What great effects! The tail looks so real.” Opal laughed and moved to join Heather. She loved Ethan, and she decided she would to buy him a thank you present for cheering her up. She smiled up at Mr. Pink. “Hi. I know my friend sent y...” She stopped mid-sentence as the wall opened again. This time a bright yellow man walked in. He was brighter than a daisy and had sky blue hair. Opal took several steps towards him, drawn to his beauty. Staring up into purple eyes she sighed. Contact lenses were great. He was tall, easily over seven feet or more, and the chest she was currently looking at was to die for, big, broad, and she bet hard, even without the effects of the shiny scale plating covering his body. Licking her lips, she groaned. “Yum, yum.” Mr. Pink was hot, but Mr. Yellow had her hand involuntarily fanning her face. Walking the rest of the way to him, she looked up at his masculine face and moaned out. “Ethan really outdid himself with you. You look freaking awesome. Well you both do, but…” She reached up and touched his chest to see if it felt as hard as it looked. Mr. Yellow blinked and gave her a startled look, and then he smiled, showing wicked long sharp white fang-like teeth. Reaching up she touched one sharp point. “Wow, these even feel real.” Her finger caught on the front tooth tip, and a drop of blood started to drip down into his mouth. “Ouch.” Opal snatch her hand away, but quick as lighting his clawed hand gently pulled it back, and into his mouth. He sucked on her finger. Shivering, she clamped her legs together and tried to move her eyes from his intense stare. The bright purple orbs seemed to darken, trapping her as she stood on tip-toes leaning into him. Heather’s voice snapped her out of the staring contest. Biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh as Heather groaned, “Opal, you have to lick their skin. Whatever Ethan did, or used to make them this color, it doesn’t come off, and they taste like chocolate.” Turning to watch she giggled as Heather licked Mr. Pink’s muscular chest. Opal grinned and tuned back to Mr. Yellow and pointed to his chest. She needed to check this out. “May I?” He grinned and pulled her closer. Hesitantly at first, she leaned her head in and licked his hard muscled chest. Yum. He did taste good. Chocolate. Mmm. Her favorite. He felt odd. His hard plated skin felt as smooth as satin. She pulled back and tapped on it, wondering what Ethan had used. He chuckled as she continued to explore. Heather laughed as Mr. Pink picked her up and started to walk to one of the panel walls. “Oh my God, Opal, you don’t think Ethan paid these guys to sleep with us?” Staring up at the gorgeous model face, she sighed. Great, just great. Ethan thought she was so desperate to lose her virginity he’d ordered male escorts, and did them up the same as his alien shoot he had done today, knowing her fantasy of being with an alien. Heather was now trying to get down as she yelled, “I can, we can, find our own men.” Mr. Pink growled and held Heather with both hands. Heather continued. “We are not that desperate to get laid. To sleep with a guy our friend hired to have sex with us, even if you are hot.” Mr. Pink stopped and placed Heather on the ground. He then looked at Mr. Yellow, who grinned and nodded like they were making up their minds about something. Mr. Pink chuckled and stalked Heather who’d been backing away from him. He picked her up again and grinned then, walked to the panel and left, leaving Opal with Mr. Yellow. He shrugged and stared down at her. Opal smiled at him and tried to think of a way to word things without insulting him, and him picking her up like Heather and being carted away. “Ah, yeah, what she said. I can totally find my own ma—” She screamed as he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all. The wall panel opened up, and Opal saw Mr. Pink taking Heather down a hallway, her friend screaming profanities as Mr. Yellow took her in the opposite direction. Where to pick up a copy of SAVIOR Amazon/Evernight
August 13, 2013
Guest author, Naomi Clark
What’s the one thing no good story is complete without? It’s got to be romance – surely a vital component for any novel, no matter the genre. Love is something we can all identify with, even in the midst of werewolves, vampires, or any other fantastical being.
A good romance can add conflict and passion to a story, and create a lot of new problems for the characters to overcome. And in the case of those fantastical creatures, it gives them a human element that we readers can empathise with. Of course, loving a werewolf is probably never going to be easy, let alone being a werewolf in love!
Ayla, the heroine of SILVER KISS has made a lot of sacrifices for her love, Shannon. For one thing, Shannon’s a human, and Ayla’s parents would much rather see her with a nice (preferably male) werewolf. And throughout the novel, Ayla must make difficult choices when her Pack’s demands put her at odds with Shannon. There’s a lot of fighting, a lot of tension, and a lot of making up again afterwards ;)
I’d love to know what readers think would be the hardest thing about dating a werewolf – the full moon changes? The wet dog smell in the bedroom? Having a real animal for a lover? Or would that be the best thing? Hmm...How about a sneak peek?
Shannon sighed and shook her head. “I hate it when you’re like this. Let’s just go to bed and talk in the morning, okay?” “Like what?” I challenged, barely hearing her. “When I’m like what?” “Stubborn. Werewolfy.” She began stripping off, keeping her back to me as she peeled off her top. “Bitchy.” She glanced at me over her shoulder, a deliberately coy look, all pouting lips and creamy skin. “Drop it and come to bed.” She was trying to distract my wolf with sex. And it was working. My anger cooled a little at the sight of her naked back and slender hips, the dusky rose satin of her bra. I wet my lips, not sure if I was ready to stop being angry. “I’m not bitchy.” “You are.” She unzipped her jeans and did a little shimmy for me as she slid them off. “You’re being bitchy because I insulted your precious Pack. The Pack you took off from because they were so close-minded and intolerant, remember?” Her tone was light, teasing. Soothing the savage beast, I thought with a flicker of annoyance. But it worked every time, damn her. My wolf responded to her even when I wanted to stay mad and argue some more. Grudgingly, I shucked off my own clothes and rolled under the duvet, determined not to let her have it all her own way. She was going to have to work for it. Shannon slid in beside me, pressing her naked body to mine with a little wriggle. “Look at me,” she coaxed, slipping her arms around me. “We’re not going to fall out over this, are we?” I turned, keeping my sulky mask in place while internally my wolf wagged her tail. “Depends….” She tugged gently at my lip ring. “Bad dog. No brooding in bed, remember?” That slight tug sent a shiver through me, as if she’d touched me far more intimately and a little more of my anger dripped away. “You’re not playing fair. Why can’t I just be angry?” I complained. “Ayla, you don’t even know what you’re angry about.” She traced the shape of my lips with her fingertips. “You just get yourself all worked up and forget why you started.” She kissed me chastely, sending butterflies fluttering through me. “Your eyes have gone all wolfy,” she murmured. My vision shifted, changing the world to sepia hues. Shannon’s blonde hair turned to dark honey, her blue eyes fading to a whitish-yellow. My wolf prowled through me, eager to claim her mate and I gave in. Shannon was right; I didn’t really know what I was mad about. Molly was home and safe. Surely that was the most important thing. That and Shannon’s hands trailing lazy paths down my body, pooling wet heat between my thighs. I growled again, aroused this time, and took her mouth with a deep kiss. She snuggled closer to me, fingers slipping down between my legs. I closed my wolfy eyes, feeling those butterflies grow bigger as she teased and toyed with me. I wanted to roll her over and take her, no games, no waiting. My anger burned away in the heat of my sudden desire. I writhed and moaned as Shannon whipped me into a frenzy with her clever fingers and sweet lips.
SILVER KISS
Ayla Hammond has come home. After years as a lone wolf in a self-imposed exile she's rejoining the pack and trying to mend fences with her parents. She's convinced them to accept her girlfriend, but can a lone wolf change her ways? As if homecoming wasn't hard enough, Ayla also can't help getting involved in a missing person case. With pressure to solve the case mounting from the pack alphas, Ayla is starting to question where her loyalties lie - and if a return to the pack she left behind is really what she wants.
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August 12, 2013
Guest author, Avril Ashton!
Bedroom Bully: Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line.
Romance on the Gois a multi-author series unique to Evernight Publishing. Our readers have busy lives. Sometimes there just isn't enough time to engage in a novel but an escape into romance is still desired. We offer our readers a collection of short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.
BLURBSometimes a woman needs more than a gentle touch…El Lively needs to be punished and after more than a few auditions, she’s found the perfect man for the job. Her body is up for grabs. Not her heart, and definitely not her secrets, but Jud has other ideas.Jud Kincaid agrees to El’s more-than-indecent proposal, but he’s after more than the physical. He wants an explanation for her sexual kinks, and a way into her heart. El’s being stubborn, but lucky for Jud, he’s just signed on to be her own personal Bedroom Bully.http://evernightpublishing.com/http://avrilashton.com/books/bedroom-bully/https://www.amazon.com/author/avrilashtonhttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Avril+Ashton
EXCERPT #1“Why choking?”Her throat worked. It took a while, but she finally answered in a voice so low, he had to lean forward to catch the words. “It’s the only way I can get aroused. The way I can reach climax.” Wringing her wrists, she looked away.Jud stared at her, at the forlorn expression on her face. He recalled the shame and pain in her eyes when she’d made her proposal. “Remove the scarf.” He made his voice hard, harsh, issuing the command that brooked nothing other than immediate compliance.She obeyed, but didn’t look at him. Despite her skin color, he had no problem seeing the thick dark bruise that wrapped all the way around her neck like a collar. He got to his feet and went to her, dropping on his knees when she made room for him.“What made this?” He touched her skin with the pad of a hesitant finger.She inhaled sharply. “Leather belt.” She shook violently. “He buckled it around me and pulled.” Her voice dropped to a thin thread of sound, shuddering. “He pulled on it as I sucked him, as he fucked me.”He cursed viciously.“No. I wanted it. It’s what I want, Jud. It’s what I need.”“Fuck.” He palmed her throat lightly. She trembled for him, wide eyes holding him in place. He applied a little pressure. “This, Elliot? This is what you want?”“Yes.” She hissed and shifted, legs falling open. He got a whiff of it, her arousal, wafting to him from her parted thighs. “Jud.”He squeezed her again, harder this time. Her pupils dilated. “I’ve decided to take you up on your proposal, Elliot.”The pulse under his palm galloped. Her scent grew deeper, sharper. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, ignoring his own hard dick pressing against his zipper. There’d be some marks on his flesh later, no doubt.“I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered to her, loving the way she shuddered. “Only me,” he growled, “no one else.”
EXCERPT #2“What do you want, Jud?” Steel crept back into her tone.“Two things actually.” The words surprised him. He hadn’t known he wanted more until that moment. “There will be more than me choking you into orgasm. I’ll be fucking you, using you, and most importantly, making love to you.”The frown said she didn’t get it.“We’ll see each other outside of the bedroom, Elliot. Go to dinner, do the usual dating stuff.”She shook her head sharply. “No.”“Yes.”“Jud, I don’t date.” She sounded stressed. “I can’t.”“Why, because you need a bully in the bedroom?” He lifted a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m here, agreeing to be that. But I also want to know you.” He paused. “That’s the second thing.”“What is?”“I’m asking, no scratch that.” He sliced a hand through the air. “I’m telling you that one day I’ll ask you why, and you’ll answer me. With the truth.”“No!” She jumped to her feet. “I won’t.” She tried to move away. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.She froze.“It’s not up for debate, Elliot. Non-negotiable.” He brought his face up to hers, pressed their foreheads together as he pushed his erection against her soft center. Her lashes fluttered, her panting breaths battered his face. She smelled good, like strawberries, lemons, and orgasms. “I’ll ask, sugar, not now, but soon, and you’ll answer with the truth.” He bit her shoulder. “Got me?”She nodded.He touched her hip then slid his hand down and up her skirt, caressing first one, then the other ass cheek before dipping a finger in the valley between. “Say ‘yes, Jud.’”Breath shuddered out between her lips. “Yes, Jud.”“Good.” He took her mouth hard, thrusting his tongue deep while teasing her ass with one finger. She moaned, a pretty sound he wanted to hear again and again. He pushed a thumb to her soaked pussy, getting it nice and slick then moved backward to her ass. He worked the wet finger into her rear entrance. She clutched his shoulders and shook.She was a sensual creature once one got to the heart of her, got to know what made her tick. With one hand wrapped around her throat, he fucked her ass. He didn’t even have to apply any pressure to get her dripping. He kissed her, grinding his cock on her, groaning into her mouth when she touched him with the tip of her tongue, tentative swipes that made him smile in his head. His finger was up her ass, and he had his hand around her throat. Hell, he’d choked her to orgasm only minutes before, but his kisses made her cautious.A contradiction, that Elliot Lively. He wanted to figure her out, wanted to know what made her the person she was. And he’d just bought himself enough time to do so.
Author BIO/LinksA Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother. Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms. Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound. Visit: http://www.avrilashton.comFriend me on: http://facebook.com/writeravrilashton http://www.twitter.com/#!/AvrilAshhttp://avrilashton.tumblr.com/
