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It's My Sexy Saturday again - whoot! This week some sexy magic from ACCELERATED PASSION. What's more magical than sharing a shower with the guy or gal you're seriously hot for?

“Last night was amazing,” he said quietly against her ear.“I know.”“You were amazing."“Not so bad yourself.”“And this morning.” He paused and kissed her temple. “Nicest way I’ve ever been woken up.”She giggled. “I’m glad you approved.”He slid the flannel down her back and rubbed it over the hollow of her spine. “I feel I should return the favor.”“I wouldn’t complain.”He kissed her shoulder then headed lower, following the path the flannel had just traveled.She shut her eyes, loving the sensation of his stubble scratching her skin. His lips traced the shape of her spine then over her buttocks. The flannel had gone, and he was exploring the shape of her hips with his hands.“Turn around,” he said, twisting her as he spoke. “Like this.” As she spun to face him, he backed her up against the cool wall. His face was level with her pussy, the water bouncing off his broad shoulders. “Dean...?” He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “I want to taste you so badly.” He slipped his fingers through her pubic hair and spread her intimate folds. Frankie held her breath as he tipped forward and placed his mouth over her clit, his tongue smoothing against the swollen bud. “Ah, yeah...” she gasped.“Wider.” He pushed at her thighs.She broadened her stance. Damn it. Would she be able to stand up for this?


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When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.

Saturday Spankings with Lily Harlem #SatSpanks #erotic #paranormal #romance

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a snippet from my paranormal novel BITE MARK.

I wanted to touch him everywhere at once too but didn’t know where to start. I settled for his buttocks. Like Aimery’s, his skin was as flawless as freshly glossed wood, and he too was cool, despite the heat of the fire and the blaze of our passion. I stabbed my tongue into his mouth. He gripped my right breast, squeezing until I squirmed with a mixture of want and pain. “Fuck, I can’t wait,” he gasped. “I need you now.” Suddenly I was flipped over to my stomach. Ryle tugged my arse high into the air and sent down a stinging slap on my right buttock. “Argh, fuck,” I cried, trying and failing to crawl from Ryle’s steely grip on my hips. “What are you doing?” “Go with it,” Aimery said, stooping, cupping my chin and tipping my face to his. “Let Ryle take you so high we have to stop you floating away.” Another stinging slap, this time on the opposite buttock. “Ouch! But—?” “Ah, yeah, all that beautiful blood is coming to the surface,” Ryle said. “You go pink so fast, Bea, it’s fucking gorgeous.” “Oh, but it hurts. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” I tried again to escape but couldn’t. “It is good pain,” Aimery said, his lips pressed into the shell of my ear and his words full of earnestness. “Harness that heat and soon you will realize how incredible it will make you feel when mixed with everything else we have to offer.” I felt the air shift just before Ryle’s palm hit down again. “Argh.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Don’t fight the pain, let it exist, let it make you fly,” Aimery murmured. “Trust us.” 

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Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me. 
But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they? 
Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous. 
Inside Scoop: This story ends on a cliffhanger—but don’t worry, Claw Mark will quench your thirst! 
*Please note, BITE MARK was previously published with different cover art*

And if you love BITE MARK, don't miss the sequel CLAW MARK.
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Her Stern Gentleman by Tabitha Rayne

Elizabeth McCoy’s husband has always been a perfect gentleman. But as they travel by ship to Canada to start a new life, she cannot help longing for something more, and after a terrible indiscretion on her part during the voyage she finds herself begging him to take her in hand. 
Recognizing that his wife needs to be sternly punished and thoroughly dominated, James bares her bottom and spanks her soundly before taking her in a hard, demanding way that is unlike anything she has ever experienced. Her husband’s skillful mastery of her body excites Elizabeth more than she could have ever imagined, but will his strict discipline free her from her guilt before it tears their marriage apart? 
Publisher’s Note: Her Stern Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Cover Reveal - MENAGE A MUSIC (Rock Starz #3)

I'm delighted to show off the new cover for the third book in my short story trilogy ROCK STARZ - release date 19th September.*please note, this series was previously published with different cover art*
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Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.

Fine as a standalone read, but if you missed the first two books MATTRESS MUSIC and MIRROR MUSIC, details here.

Her Dominant Billionaire - OUT NOW

When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her. 
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man. 
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs? 
Publisher’s Note: Her Dominant Billionaire includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously published under the title In Expert Hands.

Pre-Order Blitz and Giveaway for THE TUTOR By K D Grace

Today I'm thrilled to welcome my great friend and fellow author KD Grace to my blog with details of her new, hotly anticipated novel, THE TUTOR. Take it away KD....


Losing our Senses
We have five senses. We use them all without thinking, but as a writer, I’ve always been intrigued by what it would be like to live without one – one that we use most often. If you’ve read The Initiation of Ms. Holly, then you know the story hinges on not being able to see the face of a lover. In To Rome with Lust, I concentrated on bringing the sense of smell to the forefront to the point of it being nearly a curse.
In The Tutor , I take away the one sense that we never lose, the one we most rely on in our everyday life. I take away the sense of touch. Sculptor, Lex Valentine is severely haphephobic -- not being able to touch anyone else or allow himself to be touched. Within that context, I wanted to explore intimacy and how it would develop – if it even could develop – without the aid of human contact.
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The Tutor Blurb:
Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues.
The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.
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Excerpt: Lessons in Pears 
“Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but I … well it isn’t the same.”“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”“What do you like?” His words were a labored rasp against the back of his throat, and Kelly found herself stunned by the question, and way more aroused than she wanted to be. He shouldn’t have asked. She should have answered. But she did.“I like it this way.” She shifted her hips and opened a little further so he could see her thrust and scissor, circle and probe technique, and her body responded with the tight grip and release of muscle memory.“Jesus,” he whispered moving forward on the sofa and leaning closer for a better look. “And when someone uses their tongue?”She caught her breath in a giddy laugh. “Afraid I can’t tell you what I do since, sadly I’m not that flexible.”“But you can tell me what you like.” His voice had gone rough.“I like the flat of the tongue to part me and then probe me, circle my clit and then kiss and suck.” She closed her eyes, finding it difficult to meet his gaze when she spoke about something so intimate, so secret. Come to think of it, she’d never had a man actually ask her how she liked it. The few who had given a rat’s ass about her pleasure had been happy enough to let her order them about, but never quite got the hang of it.It was the loud schussing sound that caused her to open her eyes. Lex had moved the coffee table out of the way paying no attention to the slosh of pear juice all over the towel V had spread. His eyes were locked on Kelly as he fished out his own pear half and fell to his knees in front of her. When she realized what the man was about to do she dropped the pear she’d been holding with a little gasp of surprise and scooted as far back in the chair as she could. He knelt low, holding the pear in the cup of his hand, as she had, placing it against the edge of the chair between her legs! She gave a little yelp and scrambled back in the chair still further, spreading her thighs over the rise of the chair arms to keep from touching him. He moved forward, the back of his hand so close to her crotch that she could feel the heat of it, and he lowered himself still further until his hair nearly brushed the insides of her thighs. Then, still looking up at her from his position on the floor, he began at the bottom of the open pear half and ran his tongue flat and undulating all the way up, flicking in just slightly in a little circle at the top end before he closed his lips around the apex and she could hear the slurp and suck of the sweet syrup.“Oh! Lex! Ah!” And then she went non-verbal, holding her breath, tightening muscles deep inside her body, the only muscles she dared to move if she were to keep from touching him. She raised both arms and fisted her hands in a suicide grip around the back of the chair to keep from curling them in his hair. Her thighs trembled from her efforts to keep her legs on the chair arms and not throw them over his shoulders for leverage. She didn’t move. She didn’t breath as he licked and nuzzled and suckled until pear juice ran down his chin and onto his tee-shirt, until his face was damp and sticky, until his forehead was sheened with perspiration, and still he held her gaze as though they were locked together in each other’s orbit neither able to move without the other’s consent.“Oh God, I’m gonna come.” She barely managed a warning when his own convulsion brought him dangerously near her body. He had stopped breathing, she was sure of it. She practically climbed the back of the chair to keep from touching him as he lost control. Then with a tremendous gasp of oxygen, he straightened, let the pear fall from his hand onto the Aubusson carpet and looked up at her.“I’m going to pass out.” And he did.


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Coming Soon - TAKE ME

Due for release 1st October, my steamy new shifter story to get you in the mood for all things sexy and spooky this Halloween.
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Megan’s weekend just took a dangerous, sexy turn…
What's not to love about a girl’s weekend in Dublin? Megan Sanders loves being out on the town and out on the pull with her mates, but unfortunately, she’s attracted the attentions of a man with downright murderous intentions.
Seth Martin knows vampire Samuel Bennington is evil, and only his pack of elite wolf shifters can protect Megan. That is, if they can convince her that she needs their help.
Soon Megan finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of fear and lust. She's being hunted for her blood, yes, but she's also crazy about the guy who has sworn to protect her. But which man will win? Will her blood sate Bennington's hunger, or will Seth remind her why it's good to be alive, and give her pleasure beyond anything she's known before?

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Deciding Her Faete Beyond the Veil, Book 2 By Elena Kincaid, Maia Dylan, and Sarah Marsh

Publisher:Evernight PublishingRelease Date: Aug 26, 2016Cover Artist: Jay AheerGenre:MFM paranormal romance
Thanks so much for hosting us on your blog today for the release of Deciding Her Faete, book number two in our ménage paranormal romance series. The Beyond The Veil series started out as a fun exercise in our Sinfully More Erotic Street Team group and we’ve had such a great time writing them!  So far, we have 5 books planned in the series, but I wouldn't be surprised if more sprout up along the way.  All three of us fell in love with this mysterious world Beyond The Veil as well as our very overprotective Shifters on this side of the Veil.



Blurb April always knew that she was a little different. She spent most of her life trying to forget that fact, but when her instincts tell her to pack up everything and move to an entirely different country, she can’t help but listen … and then a handsome stranger comes to her rescue one night. The force of her connection with Jason and then later, his brother Donovan, pierces her soul. When she and Jason are abducted by a crazed maniac, claiming that she isn’t human, she doesn’t know what to believe in anymore.Jason and Donovan had taken a huge risk when they left their pack in the hopes of finding their mate.  April is everything the brothers had ever dreamt about, but she’s even more special than they know. The battle between their enemies on the other side of The Veil comes crashing into their lives at the worst possible time, just when Jason and Donovan now have something precious to lose.Will April be able to accept the truth of her real heritage and embrace it in time to find her happy ending?



Evernight:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/deciding-her-faete-by-elena-kincaid-maia-dylan-and-sarah-marsh/Amazon.com: https://amzn.com/B01L0S5UQ4Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01L0S5UQ4Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01L0S5UQ4



Excerpt:
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Donovan and Jason were waiting for her in the bedroom. Donovan sat at the edge of the king-sized bed while Jason looked at her from the armchair next to it. She didn’t miss the fact that they both ogled her bare legs as she stepped closer to them. She felt her entire body heat up from the intensity of their stares.“I like the way my shirt looks on you, angel.” Donovan’s voice was low and husky. He got up suddenly from the bed to stand in front of her. “Talk to us, April. Please.”“How could the two of you still possibly want me?” April’s words came out rushed and strangled. She closed her eyes, swallowing the rest of the speech she had prepared for them as if her vocal cords stubbornly refused to say goodbye to them.“Cut that shit out, April,” Jason bellowed before he, too, stood before her. She flinched at the harshness of his tone. “I’m the one who failed you. Not the other way around.”“How can you say that? It was me Kheelan was after all this time. Not you. He took Dee and God knows how many others, all to get to me. Oh God, Dee! Have they found her yet?”“No,” Donovan said quietly. “But we will. I swear it.”“He’ll just keep coming for me.” She reached out and placed her hand on Jason’s cheek. “I felt so helpless when you were in that cell. I can’t bear the thought of him hurting you like that again.” She turned to Donovan and put her other hand on his cheek. “And it’s not only Jason’s screams I dreamt about. Sometimes it was you I pictured Kheelan torturing. I’d rather die than to ever let him get his hands on either of you. Not when I can prevent it.” She took a deep steady breath. Her words would not fail her this time. “You both have to let me go.”“Fuck that!” Jason growled. Before she even had time to blink, she found herself tossed on the bed. Her hands were held above her head by Donovan while Jason fiercely, unyieldingly took her mouth in a fiery kiss. She returned it with the same fervor, unable to help herself. April had no time to think, to collect her thoughts, for as soon as Jason released her lips, Donovan took his place. He released the grip he had on her wrists, but instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her. She’d only had a brief taste of him when he came to rescue her from the dungeons, so this felt like their first real kiss. She found her resolve quickly fading because she sensed their pain at the thought of her leaving them. She knew she didn’t have the strength to walk away from them on her own, and it seemed that neither of her stubborn men was willing to let her go.When Donovan ended their kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes and cradled her face. Like that first night with Jason, she felt as if he could see the inside of her soul. He wasn’t repulsed by her or angry. Instead, he looked at her with longing and adoration. “That’s not the way this works, my angel. Whatever happens to one of us, happens to all three.”“And we would chase you to the ends of the Earth, April,” Jason added. “So don’t even think about running from us.” “Let us show you how much we want you, angel.” Donovan nuzzled her ear as he spoke. “Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes, prompting Donovan to continue with his assault on her ear. He licked her inner shell then proceeded to torment her ear with soft bites and kisses, eliciting a few successive moans from her. He moved onto to delivering the same attention to her neck while Jason’s warm hands caressed her bare legs.Donovan cupped her face. She opened up her eyes for a brief moment and saw him hovering over her. His lips quirked in an adorable sly smile before he pressed them to hers. He kissed her softly at first, their tongues barely touching, but when she hugged him to her tightly, he deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth. His hand cupped her breast over the thick sweatshirt, but she felt it searing into her skin as if she had been wearing nothing at all.She felt Jason shift in between her legs. His hands roamed up her thighs, and under her shirt, stopping at her hips. He placed his forehead on her lower stomach. “Do you have any idea how difficult it has been lying here, not touching you, knowing you had nothing underneath this sweatshirt?” His voice, muffled by said shirt, sounded strained.Donovan hummed in agreement and moved on to kissing her neck. She nudged him a little so that he could give her room to sit up. She then lifted her hands in the air. It didn’t take long for them to catch her meaning. Donovan peeled off the sweatshirt from her body, slowly revealing every naked inch of her to their gaze.


ABOUT SARAH MARSH
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives. She has only recently began her writing career, finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures, she decided to try writing something of her own. Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.          When it comes to life in general, she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.
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ABOUT MAIA DYLAN
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.  Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
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ABOUT ELENA KINCAID
Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

 Author Links:   Blog: http://elenakincaid.blogspot.com/Website: http://www.elenakincaid.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/elenakincaid1FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/elenakincaidthreeFB Beyond The Veil series: https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheVeilSeries/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7060236.Elena_KincaidAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Elena-Kincaid/e/B011IOY3KEEvernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/elena-kincaid/Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/elena-kincaidPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ekincaid0582/Street Team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIxZQdZPqoNPTPMi03LrbKQTumblr: http://elenakincaidauthor.tumblr.com/TRR: http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=elenakincaidCocktails and Books: http://www.cocktailsandbooks.com/top-shelf-author/elena-kincaid/Manic Readers: http://www.manicreaders.com/ElenaKincaid/
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Sunday Snog

It's Sunday which means there's a Sunday Snog! This week it's taken from BITE MARK the first in my two menage a trois paranormal novels.

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Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me. 
But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they? 
Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous. 
Inside Scoop: This story ends on a cliffhanger—but don’t worry, Claw Mark will release soon to quench your thirst! 
*Please note, BITE MARK was previously published with different cover art, content remains the same*


“No, absolutely not.” I was shocked by the question and fiddled with the base of the mug, sliding my fingertip around the smooth pottery. “I just told you Denny is—” “I know, gay. But maybe he met someone and was swept off his feet, whisked away into the sunset.” “Do you really think so…? Ouch!” “What?” Aimery was on his knees before me, reaching for my right hand. “Bloody hell, that’s sharp,” I said, watching a ruby blob of blood grow on the tip of my index finger. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and tugged my arm straight so he could examine my wound. “The base of this mug is chipped.” I lifted it and glanced at the smear of blood on the shiny surface. “It has a lethal bit sticking out of it.” “Hardly lethal.” He cocked one eyebrow and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I’m sorry that had to cause you pain.” “Had to?” I frowned and tried to pull my wrist from his grip. He kept a tight hold, his cool fingers keeping my hand still and hovering before his face. “Hey, I—” “Please,” he said almost on a pant, “allow me.” He leaned forward, shut his eyes and wrapped his lips around my bleeding digit. Instantly I was aware of a powerful suction, his tongue soft but firm as he took my entire finger into his mouth, knuckle-deep. “What are you do—?” My words cut off as tingling warmth spread up my arm. It seeped into my chest, spiking my nipples and creating a heavy weight low down inside of me. He continued to suck, his cheeks hollowing and his eyes shut tight as though succumbing to ecstasy. My hand felt on fire, but not painfully. It was good heat, heat that was now burning up my arm and flooding my stomach, my pelvis, oh God, and my pussy. I squirmed on the seat, captivated by the sensation but also needing to be free of it. “Aimery,” I gasped. “Please—” He slid his hand from my wrist to my elbow, bunching my sweater and keeping a tight hold of me. I felt trapped, pinned in place, but I didn’t mind. His mouth, his tongue, the soft gulping noises he was making as though drinking greedily were mesmerizing. And my pussy, the heat was intense, the pressure building. My clit was pressing against the gusset of my knickers and in turn against the seam of my jeans. A small groan weaved its way through my throat. He responded by placing his other hand on my thigh and smoothing it upward to the juncture of my legs and pressing against my clothing. “Ah, oh, oh, what is happ—” I couldn’t speak another word. A small, trembling orgasm was ravishing me. Fingers of pleasure burst outward from my pussy, clenching my gut and curling my toes. I screwed my eyes shut, slumped back in the chair and dropped my head down. As the spasms faded I was aware of the heat in my chest, arm and hand subsiding. I opened my eyes and refocused. Aimery was staring at me. His pupils were enormous. He kept a tight hold of my wet finger. The end was now pale and the slit in my skin void of blood. “Just as I suspected. You are truly an exquisite find,” he said. “What, what just happened?” I was being treated to quivering, orgasmic aftershocks and my breath was hard to catch. “You have a very rare blood type,” he said, cocking his head and again licking his lips. “Yes, I know,” I said a little dreamily. “I have to store some in the local hospital, my mother always did before she passed too.” “Bombay,” he said. “Truly a delicacy.” I tugged my hand from his. This time he released me. “What the hell.” Despite feeling dreamy, I jumped up and scooted to the middle of the room. “How would you know about my blood type?” “I just tasted it.” He stood also, towering over me. I rammed my hands on my hips. This wasn’t making any sense. “No one has ever heard of my blood group. Barely anyone in the world has it and if it wasn’t for some throwback gene of mine I wouldn’t either.” “Hardly sensible to go into a profession where cutting yourself is a daily hazard, then.” He smiled, almost lazily. It was the first time I’d seen him even vaguely relaxed since I’d met him. “You didn’t answer my question,” I snapped. “Again.” He broadened his smile, kept his eyelids heavy and reached out and stroked the back of his thumb down my cheek. I hitched in a breath. His proximity, the way he smelled this close up—sweetly spiced, like man and sex—filled my senses. But I wanted answers. I was confused, angry, scared, turned-the-hell-on by him. How did he know my blood group just from tasting it? “You really don’t know how special you are, do you?” he murmured. Suddenly his lips were on mine. Lips that had been wrapped around my finger moments ago were moving, soft and pliant, teasing my mouth open. I felt helpless to resist. I didn’t want to. Aimery was class-A gorgeous, despite his overenthusiasm for sucking my blood. He delved into my mouth, the tip of his tongue searching and tangling with mine. I joined in, played the game, opened up and tilted my head to deepen our kiss. Allowed myself to fall into the delicious flavor of him and the fantastical moment. Suddenly I remembered why I was there. Denny. “No.” I stepped backward, away from him and toward the door. “Aimery, what are you doing? I thought you were going to help me find my friend.” “I am.” He rubbed his temple. “I will.”“But—”“Come back tomorrow.” He sighed. “I will have news of Denny by then.” “How can you know that?” I shook my head and watched him fold his long body into the chair by the fire. He crossed his legs, hooked his hands over the arms and rested his head back, as though preparing for a nap. “I just know,” he said. “Trust me.” “What makes you think I can trust you after…after that?” “Because,” he said, settling his gaze on me, “you, Beatrice, have just become my world and I will do anything to make you happy.” My heart rate rocketed and it was going like the clappers anyway. “Don’t be so ridiculous, we’ve only just met.” “I’ve met lots of people, and I’ve always known whether they are special within a few short hours of becoming acquainted and you, well…” He paused and crossed his arms. “And you, let’s just say, it just took me a while to get past all those other smells you had lingering around you. But now that I have I know that you are indeed very special.” His riddles and overzealous declarations suddenly irritated the hell out of me. “Oh, this is ridiculous,” I said, turning and striding to the door. “You’re just too weird, all this smelling me and sucking my blood. What are you, a bloody vampire or something?” “Beatrice,” he said wearily. “Do not go, not yet.” I turned as I reached for the handle. “It’s Bea, not Beatrice. And I’m going because this is freaky. I thought you were going to help me find Denny.” “I will. Please, come back tomorrow and I promise I won’t disappoint you.” Annoyance gnawed at me. I pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway. I slammed the door so hard a picture of a wolf shot through the neck with an arrow lurched on its hook. A deep voice to my left startled me and I spun around.“Well, well, well, isn’t this a surprise. Aimery finally has female company.” 

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Welcome to another Saturday Spankings. This week a snippet from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE (new title and cover art, content remains the same).


“Are you willing to obey?” Kane asked.“Yes, Sir,” Imogen replied.“Then that will be today’s lesson.” He ran his hand into her hair and collected it in a bunch. He fisted it, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you have any questions?”Imogen could feel the basque moving against her body with her rapid breaths. An image flashed through her mind: Tara, at the club, obeying her master, being strung up and flogged, then coming. Her master had done that, taken her there. But what about him? He hadn’t climaxed.“Yes,” she said. “One.”“Then ask.” He frowned slightly.“At the club, the second scene. Tara’s master didn’t come—how does that work? How is that good for him?”“Excellent question.” With his free hand, he popped open the top button on his suit trousers. “When two or three or more people are in a scene it’s not a requirement for everyone to come together. Vanilla couples put too much emphasis on that—what is it, the holy bloody grail to climax in unison?” He drew down the zipper on his fly. “In this world you’re stepping into, giving pleasure is as wonderful as receiving pleasure.”She stared at his groin. His cock was straining behind the material.“There will be times a master gives his sub pleasure and he goes without, yet feels fully satisfied, and times when a sub gives pleasure without receiving.” He shoved at his trousers and they slipped down his thighs, exposing his hairy legs. He then tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them out of the way.


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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her. 
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man. 
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs? 
Publisher’s Note: Her Dominant Billionaire includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously published under the title In Expert Hands.

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