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A Sexy Dilemma ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS158

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week I have not one but two menage a trois paranormal erotic romances to share with you.

And because we're talking about  sexy dilemmas, here's a perfect excerpt from BITE MARK when Beatrice is battling with her desire for both of the sexy vampires who've come to her rescue.


“Hey.” He cupped my cheek in his palm. “You’re going pale. Push whatever images are in your mind away, they won’t do you any favors and you’re safe now. With Aimery and me looking out for you, you will always be protected. No one will ever get that near to hurting you again. I promise.” I stared into his eyes. They were full of earnestness. He seemed to truly believe what he was saying, and more than that, I did trust in his abilities to keep me safe. Also the thought that he and Aimery were so passionate about looking after me was quite a turn-on. It made me feel precious, treasured even. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll try not to think about it anymore.” “Good.” He slid his hand into my hair, threading his fingers through the strands. He leaned close, so close I could smell his skin—crashing waves, salty air and early morning breeze. I could make out a tiny amount of stubble sitting over his top lip, pale blond and just catching the light from the fire. “Ah, Beatrice, you’re awake.” Aimery’s voice booming around the bedroom jolted me from my study of Ryle’s lips. I jerked backward, slopping tea onto the sheet. Ryle didn’t move, he continued to stare at my mouth as though deciding whether or not to eat me up. He kept his hand in my hair while the other took the mug and set it on the bedside table. “Aimery.” My heart fluttered at the sight of him. He wore a silver-gray suit with a neat, sky-blue cravat. His hair was carefully styled in the slicked-back state he usually wore it and he carried an armful of clothes. “I…I’m…” I gulped. My situation was rather incriminating. Had he arrived in the room ten seconds later I’m quite sure I would have been kissing Ryle. How can I be so stupid? Just when things are going so well between me and Aimery. “Hey, don’t look so worried,” Ryle said, urging me to look back at him. “But I—” My words were cut short. Ryle took possession of my mouth with a force that snatched my breath away. It wasn’t a soul-searching kiss, more of a soul-plundering kiss. I hardly knew which way was up and which was down, my head spun and my body felt like it was floating. He swept his tongue over mine. His flavor was intoxicating, fresh and minty. One taste and I wasn’t sure I would ever get enough. His breaths blew cool and fast on my cheek. He tilted his head to gain deeper entry and a pulse throbbed between my thighs. I reached for his face, letting the sheet drop to expose my breasts. His cheeks were as smooth as glass as they hollowed with each wild search of my mouth. “Oh yeah, fuck, yeah,” he said, pulling back and glancing down at my chest. “You’re truly delicious, Bea. And beautiful too.” I was panting. My thoughts were fracturing. I’d been kissed into a dazed stupor. 

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Bad Idea - Hot MM Biker Story

Love hot M/M biker stories with guys who are rough, tough and determined to get what they want? If so check out my new BDSM tale about a couple who are forced to keep their love and lust secret, but when they do get together, things become explosive.

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Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.
Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released as part of the  His Rules  anthology from Pride Publishing.


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HOT ICE is Back! (nearly)

I've got exciting news about my popular HOT ICE series coming soon with new covers (content remains the same).
There's a 7th book titled RUSSIAN HEAT plus book #1 HIRED will be FREE!

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Hot Ice novels can be enjoyed as standalone reads but if read in order you'll briefly meet the hero of the next book.


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COVER REVEAL - BITE MARK and CLAW MARK

Gorgeous new covers for my two menage a trois paranormal novels, BITE MARK and CLAW MARK. Designed by POSH GOSH.
*Please note, previously published with different cover art, the content remains the same.*

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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.
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*CLAW MARK is a continuation of the novel BITE MARK*
Being married to two sexy vampires is as exciting as it is dangerous. One minute I’m on top of the world, ecstasy my best friend, the next I’m running for my life. But it’s okay with Aimery and Ryle at my side—they’ve sworn to love and protect me and keep me satisfied until I’m old and gray.
But when everything crashes down, literally, I can see no way out of the darkness—death my best option. Until, that is, two unusual men who live in the Canadian Rockies come bounding to my aid.
Gentle Caleb and prickly Isaac have secrets. They’re full of passion, desire, love and lust and their isolated lives weaved with mystery. But I know what they are. I’m not completely naive. I’m also craving some serious satisfying, a distraction from my dilemma, and it seems these guys are up for the job.
Will I ever be normal again? Or will my life always be turbulent, terrifying and tempting beyond belief? Nothing is certain in a world of vampires and shifters.
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My Sexy Night Out ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS157

A very warm welcome to another My Sexy Saturday. This week we're talking about date night. I'm going to share a very special bit from my new book Mirror Music. This is a date with a difference. Although Jenny has gone to a rock concert, she's gone alone. The sexy singer (her ex) has lured her there and while every other woman in the crowd wants a piece of him, she's wondering if her heart will cope with opening up for him again.

Jenny, Oh JennyI’m still here, still waiting, still achingNo one else has ever comparedOh, Jenny I’m here, still waiting, still achingStill breaking my heart over youuuuuuuuu The final lines of Manic Machines’ latest number one hit swept through Wembley Stadium. As the last, tortured syllable drew to an end, a stitch tugged at my heart and tears pricked the backs of my eyes. For a bittersweet second all was silent as the massive crowd held their collective breaths, hypnotized by the raw emotion, the heartfelt lyrics and the haunting melody. Then the place erupted. Screams, cheers and wails of adoration blasted through the air in a sonic boom. The lead singer, Robbie Harding, hung his head over his microphone and shoved a hand around the nape of his neck, massaging it as though it ached.I struggled to see him as hands and arms shot up in front of me—fingers outstretched, lighters aloft in an eerie salute to Jenny. Jenny. Jenny who had, he’d just told his fans in very eloquent, very emotive words, broken his heart into a million little pieces, none of which he knew how to put back together. Four years ago Jenny did that to him. Four long years. But he doesn’t mention that in his lyrics. He sings as though it was only yesterday they screamed at each other and he accused her of cheating and lying. He sings as though it was only yesterday they slammed doors, broke promises and shattered dreams. How do I know it was four years ago?Because he’s singing about me. 

And don't miss the first in the series, Mattress Music! (Menage a Music coming soon!)

OUT TODAY - MIRROR MUSIC #erotic #romance #rockgod #amreading #newrelease @evernightpub

I'm thrilled today that MIRROR MUSIC, the second book in my ROCK STARZ series hits the shelves today. Perfectly fine as a standalone read but if you want to grab this short story trilogy to enjoy in order, it's...
MATTRESS MUSICMIRROR MUSICMENAGE A MUSIC - coming soon

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As Robbie Harding belts out hit song ‘Jenny’ to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind spins and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.
Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?
Because I’m Jenny—he’s singing about me.
The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting and for three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?
So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm in a very unusual bedroom.


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Mattress Music #excerpt #erotic #romance #amreading

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it. 
It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing. 
When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music. 


Excerpt
He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time harder, as if he meant business and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He darted his tongue into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine. Scooping me into the crook of his arm, he dragged me into a lying position, then flopped on top of me. My head sank in the pillow. I felt the hardness in his jeans press onto my bare legs as his body stretched out over mine. “I think we should put some music on,” he whispered into my mouth. “To cover up the squeals of delight you’re gonna be making in a minute.”Utterly convinced of his plan, I muffled a giggle and smoothed my palms over the beautiful planes of his shoulders. “Okay, hit shuffle and see what comes on.”He jumped up, clicked on the iPod and then shoved off his jeans and boxers as he walked back to the bed.He dropped on top of me, gave a lopsided grin then set about kissing his way down my neck.“Oh God,” Ian groaned, flopping his forehead against my collarbone. “The words work but this guy’s sappy voice really gets on my nerves.” “I like James Blunt,” I said, reaching for a condom and thinking You’re Beautiful was a sweet choice of song after what he’d just said about me being perfect.“Let’s hit shuffle again,” he bargained. “Get something with a bit more pace, a bit more rhythm.”“Okay.” I shrugged.He jumped up again, flicked the iPod with a definite impatience to his movement and then was hovering back over me.I traced my finger over the tattoo on his inner arm. It was like Chinese writing or something, but more intricate, more curly and pretty. I liked it but it must have hurt like hell on that sensitive patch of flesh. “You’re not allowed to change the next one,” I said. “Whatever it is, it stays.” I was impatient to get down to business now.“Suits me,” he said as he ducked to suckle my nipple. I arched into him, delighting in the suction he was creating and the gentle nipping of his teeth. He really was getting it just right, just how I liked it.The iPod howled like a wolf. The eerie sound echoed around my four walls.I ran my hands through his hair and shut my eyes. Perhaps Thriller could be sexy and it was certainly sonically dense enough to mask our noise.His hands were wandering, sliding up my thighs toward the juncture of my legs. He ruffled through my tuft of coppery pubes and nudged my thighs apart with his knee.An annoying zombie with outstretched, dangling arms loomed toward me, face ashen, dirty fingernails bloody.Damn it!I wished I had earplugs. I wished my flatmates had earplugs so I had no need for cover-up music. It was messing with my mind and my body.“Where’s the condom?” Ian asked, sitting back on his heels, his breathing coming fast and hard. I stared at the neat row of bricked abs running down his stomach, visible now I was seeing him in daylight.“Here.” I opened the wrapper and passed it to him. The blood that had been rushing to my clit was running scared, beating away at a hundred miles an hour, being chased by the bass of the music. He rolled the condom down his impressive erection.I tried to suppress the image of creatures crawling from the mud in the graveyard, eyes wide and ratty black teeth grinning manically at me.Ian looked hungrily at my waiting body, swallowed hard and then lay back over me. His weight was delicious, just right, half supported on his elbows, half pressed onto me. I squirmed, dragged in a breath full of his divine scent—man and musk, a lazy morning body infused with testosterone and coffee. I spread my legs wider. He kissed me again as he slid expertly into my hot flesh.I gasped. His cock was long and thick and so hard it was like steel. He tunneled to the hilt on that first push. I felt impaled, possessed by him—it was glorious. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and he groaned appreciatively in my ear.The song blasted on. I could visualize the cheerleader with her frizzy hair, wide eyes and hands shaking at her screaming mouth.I broke the kiss and stared at the dusty floral lampshade to rid my mind of the doomed girl in the Thriller video.Ian thrust harder and began to rotate his pelvis against my clit. Any other situation, any other time, back in my old room, I’d have been clawing the ceiling, trembling with the imminent arrival of a fantastic climax. He palmed my right breast and nuzzled my neck. I tried to catch a spark as the song thumped out the chorus.“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly stilling all movements.“Nothing.”He muttered something and began to pull away. I saw a flash of disappointment cross his eyes.“It’s okay.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clasped his taut biceps. “Carry on, you’re doing great.” I tried to reach for a kiss. He was a cute guy, even cuter in the light of day and I really hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It wasn’t his fault my mind was being overtaken by zombies.“Yeah, but you’re not.” He dodged my lips and slipped from me, swiveled to sit on the side of the bed and fisted his cock. His beautiful golden shoulders hunched and his head hung low. He was breathing hard.“Ian,” I said, laying my hand on his back, keen to make it up to him.“Don’t touch me.” He shivered, a trickle of spasms that seemed to rattle up his entire spinal column. “I can’t handle it. If you’re not into it, what’s the point?”“I am into it.”“No, you’re not. It’s obvious you’re trying to think of something else, anything except me.”“That’s not true.”“You’re staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, groaning randomly, expecting me to believe you’re getting ready to climax.”“But—”“No buts.” He stood and turned to face me, his engorged erection jutted forward, the swollen head an angry burgundy. It looked painful. “Get dressed.” He snapped off the condom and aimed it at the bin. “We’re going out.”“But—”“No buts. I don’t give a damn what else you had planned for today.” His eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “Cancel it.” 

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Look out for MIRROR MUSIC out on 2nd of September! And then, coming soon, MENAGE A MUSIC.

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