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Firecracker by Natalie Dae

Available now from Totally Bound, Firecracker by Natalie Dae
Being followed by a man should be creepy, but when he’s sexy as sin, it’s time to find out what he wants.
For a couple of weeks a man’s been following me. I’m sure it isn’t because I’m interesting—I lead a boring life. So when I finally find the courage to ask him what he wants, his response isn’t what I expect.
He thinks I’m someone else and that I need rescuing and protecting. The fact that I’m not who he thinks I am makes no difference—another man also thinks I’m this mysterious woman and is out to do me harm.
I have a choice. I can go with the first man and trust that he’ll keep me safe, or I can return home and let the second man kill me. It’s a no brainer, right? Now, all I need to do is get through the next few days without ripping the sexy man’s clothes off, because, oh my God, do they ever need ripping off…
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Smut by the Sea

This year will be the third Smut by the Seaat Scarborough Library and it’s bigger and better than ever before with a schedule filled with sexy, seaside shenanigans.  This year’s event is sponsored bySexhibition, the brand new and innovative Sex expo to be held in Manchester this August. Smut UK will be there, you should be too!


On the 23rdMay 2015 Smut UK will take over the upstairs of Scarborough library from 9am -5pm with workshops, performances and more to delight you. All day you will be able to indulge in the delights of the erotic market place. Get your homemade gifts and treats from Bella Settarra, and Cara Sutrawill be giving away goody bags and selling sexy treats including DVDs, bondage gear and lube. Pick up a book from the Smutty book stall, check out Steph’s Ann Summers table and of course you must have a go on the world famous Erotic Tombola, you never know what you might win.

There will be two reading slams filled with top quality authors, make sure you come and listen to Cara Sutra, Janine Ashbless, Kiki DeLovely, Charlie J Forrest , Bella Settarra, , Anna Sky
Slave Nano, Cameryn Moore, Helen J Perry, Ashe Barker, Jacqueline Brocker, Ashley R Lister, Lisabet Sarai, and Victoria Blisse as they read 5 minute excerpts for your aural pleasure.



Three diverse workshops will take place though out the day, Jennifer Denys will be leading one on researching and writing Werewolf stories, Slave Nano will be Kinking up the Past in his historical and sexy workshop and Cameryn Moore, professional potty mouth will be talking dirty to filth up your fiction or steam up your sex life.


And as if that’s not enough there will be performances from the Enchanting Bea Noirand the sensual Blue Belle and those brave enough can pick up a Free Spanking from Mistress Cara Sutra!Tickets are still available including a VIP package that includes a sexy goody bag filled with treats, your lunch and priority seating in all workshops, performances and slams.

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week a snog from Shared because I found this picture of Chris Hemsworth and thought 'hot damn, that's Liam from Shared'.


I wrote Shared long before I'd ever seen a film or photo of the gorgeous CH but this is exactly how I pictured Liam in my head. He's had a troubled past though, Liam, and his easy smile hides a man who has been to hell and back and lives each moment to the max. Just as well he has his best friend, Quinn - a busy neurosurgeon - to help him out in a whole range of situations!

I’m so glad you stayed,” Quinn murmured, pulling me flat again. Liam was still cupping my jaw but Quinn dodged his hand and kissed me—a, firm, passionate, kiss. “I could hardly wait to get home,” he said into my mouth. “To see you, to kiss you, to hold you.”“But, you... I’m in bed with...” My sleepy mind struggled. I know they’d said share but did they mean literally, share me...at the same time? “Is that okay? Is this okay?”“Of course it’s okay,” Liam said. His big hand scooped up my breast and his thumb flicked over the nipple. “Quinn and I have no attraction toward each other, we’re not gay, but making love to you, together, seems like an enormous amount of fun for all of us, don’t you think?”“I...” My mind whirred whilst my body did cartwheels of excitement. These boys were so bad! “I guess, if that’s what you want?”“It’s most definitely what we want,” Liam said softly. “And I think it’s what you want too, Ariane.”I couldn’t deny my desire. It was like another living breathing part of me. I wanted them both, desperately.“I take it Liam looked after you well when I had to leave?” Quinn said, settling the long length of his naked, shower-damp body against the side of mine.“Yes,” I said, shifting to face Quinn. I reached out to trace my finger through the crisp hairs on his chest. “Liam looked after me wonderfully.”Liam scooped in behind me, nuzzled a kiss into the nape of my neck as his hand sneaked around to caress my belly.“Glad to hear it,” Quinn said from the darkness. “Because that’s the plan. There’ll always be one of us to look after you...in every sense of the word.” I felt his hand join Liam’s in the sweeping exploration of my body, sliding up and over my breasts, following the curve of my hips and dipping into my waist. Then Quinn’s hand hooked under my thigh and he pulled my top leg over his hip. “You do want us both, Ariane, don’t you?”“Yes,” I whispered, suddenly understanding what was going to happen, right now, this very minute. “Yes, I do.”Quinn’s mouth caught mine at the same time as the head of his cock arrowed through my pubes. I still felt wet from the sex I’d had earlier and Quinn’s slide toward my entrance was hot and easy.“This is what I kept thinking of,” Quinn muttered, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of my thigh and holding me firm. “All the way home, I kept imagining what it would be like to be inside you, to have my dick inside you. I knew how good you felt on my fingers and I wanted to experience that hot, juicy tightness wrapped around my cock. I wanted it so much I had to stop myself coming just thinking about it.”I squirmed my hips, greedy for him to enter me. The thought that he could come just thinking about me was a massive turn-on. “Quinn,” I husked, remembering what an expert he was with his fingers and wondering what the hell he could do with his cock. “Please, just fuck me.”I didn’t need to ask him twice. He pounded in with a grunt. Hard and fast, right in on the first devastating thrust. I cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed as his long, steely cock invaded my body. It felt glorious, he was so hard and so long, stretching and filling me to capacity.“Ah, so fucking good,” Quinn said in a tight voice and clamping me with his arms and legs. “You feel amazing, Ariane, wet and ready for it, perfect.”“Great isn’t she?” Liam said over my shoulder. His hands were in my hair, scooping it back from my face and neck, dragging it into a ponytail. His fingertips sent tickles of sensation over my already buzzing flesh.Quinn jerked his hips again, pushed in even farther. My mouth opened to let out the air he knocked from my lungs as he caught a rhythm. It wasn’t the smooth ride Liam had taken me on, it was frantic, determined. If he hadn’t been holding me my head would have banged against the headboard, hell it would have gone through the headboard. His coarse pubes rubbed against mine and the tough bone of his pubis rammed against my clit over and over as deep inside me his thick shaft teased my G- spot. It felt wonderful and my mind began to spiral into ecstasy as he upped the pace even more, bashing me into Liam’s chest and holding me firm all at the same time.“Ah, Jeez, she’s too good,” Quinn said, freezing at the hilt.“No, please, don’t stop,” I wailed, clawing my fingers into his flesh. I’d been so close, my orgasm within reach.“I have to, just for second, Liam, take over will you?” Quinn pulled out, but I didn’t have time to murmur a complaint, because as soon as he slipped away the head of Liam’s cock pushed into me from behind.I let out a long, low groan as he wrapped a concrete forearm around my waist and buried himself deep in my pussy. I shifted my leg higher over Quinn’s hip to draw Liam in even farther. Liam blew out a long breath by my ear and then nibbled on my neck.Quinn’s lips pressed on mine, he palmed my breasts as Liam’s cock slid back and forth over my needy G-spot, filling me, consuming me. I began to feel feverish, trembling with the need to orgasm. But I needed attention on my clit, it was throbbing with desperation. I couldn’t tip over the edge without it.“Please,” I said. My hands dragged frantically over Quinn’s body as my hips pushed down against Liam. “Let me come.”“Okay,” Quinn said. “Since you asked so nicely.”Liam slipped from me and Quinn’s cock took its place with barely a pause in rhythm. He shoved in again and his pubis connected once more with my clit. Liam pinched my chin and turned my head halfway over my shoulder. He kissed me, his tongue probing in time with Quinn’s cock. I felt consumed by the darkness, by the hot, hard men around me, in me, taking me higher and higher. White-hot lights flashed before me, Liam’s cock settled in the crack of my butt and then I was there. I called into his mouth, “I’m coming.”Quinn pressed all the harder with his pelvis, grinding against my clit in small circular motions and extending the moment of ecstasy exquisitely. And then he, too, was riding through his pleasure. “Oh fuck, yes that’s it, squeeze me like that, like that, Ariane...” He went absolutely still and then I felt him pumping wildly, exploding into me. I tore my lips from Liam’s and searched out Quinn, captured his face in my palms and kissed him with the same hard passion as he kissed me.“You’re so perfect,” he said breathlessly into my mouth. “So sweet and so perfect.” He pulled out.Liam’s hands curled over my hips and then he was back at my pussy. I wiggled my butt to encourage him in, wanting him to be a part of our moment. He kissed my ear and then sank upward until the front of his thighs pressed against the backs of mine.I groaned. Liam was like granite against my sensitive, hot, swollen, still spasming flesh.“Come again,” Quinn said, sending his hand between our bodies. “Come again, with Liam.” He began to fret my clit with his fingertips. It was so engorged and the pads of his fingers so firm that I whimpered, unable to cope with the hyperstimulation.“It’s okay, ride through it,” Quinn soothed. “Catch that spark again.”

Liam, Ariane and Quinn's adventures continue in Shared Too.
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Sexy Forever ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're talking heroes who live forever so here's a few from Bite Mark (which has a sequel Claw Mark!)




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.”

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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.

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.


Bite Mark and Claw Mark are available from the publisher Ellora's Cave, Amazon and all other good ebook retailers.
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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

It’s time for another Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam, the tennis-based M/F BDSM novel I co-authored with Lucy Felthouse.


“Just remember what it is your body is crying out for at this moment in time.”
More.
That was the word that jumped into my brain, flooding my thoughts and blinding me with shock that I could want more pain, more hair-pulling, more heat blasting through my body.
Suddenly he released me and stepped back. I staggered as he turned and left me staring at his shoulders.
I let my hands fall to my sides, pulled in a deep breath and watched as he walked to the window, spread out his palms on the glass and leaned forward.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at his feet.
I straightened my glasses and ran a hand over my disheveled hair, the sting in my scalp receding rapidly.

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Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial

Blurb:
They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first— Desert Heat , which is available from all good retailers.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/**



Excerpt:
Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Haunted by Sommer Marsden

Please welcome Sommer Marsden to my blog to chat about her new release Haunted. I can't wait to get my hands on this one...!


Two people lost and alone in life searching for answers…
Maddox visits abandoned sites to take photographs and figure out his future. He haunts the places that are monuments to the way he feels inside. Stark, empty, raw. And Olyvia searches for answers to her own painful loss by hunting ghosts. Trying to comfort herself by seeking proof of an afterlife.
One haunted amusement park with a dark history…
Maddox and Olyvia recognize kindred souls in one another. But a chance to fully explore their connection is a luxury they may not have. There’s a ghost stalking Screamland hell-bent on revenge. And it’s targeting them. 
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Excerpt:
“Wait,” he said. It killed Maddox to draw away from her. Her thighs were wrapped around his waist, her body hot against his. But he had to. “Right back.”
He moved across the room and found his bag. In the inside zippered pocket were condoms. He grabbed one and moved back to her, his socks whispering across the dirty floor. It had grown chillier in the room, but he didn’t care. Not a lick.
She leaned on one elbow watching him—her face a little less sad, her smile a little less haunted. “Always prepared, I see.”
“My dad wouldn’t let me join the boy scouts,” he said. “But I read the handbook.” He returned to her, pressing himself back against her and kissing her whiskey-tainted lips. 
“Wouldn’t let you?”
“Nope. Said I quit things too often.”
She shook her head. “Stupid,” she said. “I think kids should be allowed to explore and decide.”
He pushed her red-red bangs off her face and kissed her forehead. “Brilliant plan.” Maddox ground his cock against her, feeling the bite of the thick seam of her jeans. He imagined her, hot and wet and flushed beneath. His cock ached with the thought of her. With the idea of being with someone. Especially, this oddball, forthright, sensitive woman.
He’d never have given her a second glance in a bar. The whole dark clothes, bright hair, sad look…and she probably wouldn’t have even given him a first glance. On the outside they didn’t work. Not at all. On the inside, it was like finding a kindred spirit. A shadow the exact  same shape, darkness and density as himself.
She pushed his shoulders back, raised herself up slightly, and tugged her tee over her head. Beneath it, she wore a plain white bra with just a hint of lace along the tops of the cups, and he thought it was possibly the sexiest undergarment he’d ever seen. Simply because it was on her.
He worked the front clasp, and when it parted, he pushed back the cups revealing small, pert breasts with pale pink nipples. He stared at her for a moment, mesmerized by the small caramel colored freckles that dotted her chest. When he saw her take a shuddery breath, he shook his head and sighed. “You’re gorgeous, you know?”
Before she could answer, he sucked one of Olyvia’s nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, feeling the soft skin pebble. He sucked and sucked again, and when she started to tremble he gently used his teeth. Her body arched up to meet his, her fingers tangled in his hair. 

About Sommer...
Sommer Marsden has been called "...one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre" (Violet Blue), "Unapologetic" (Alison Tyler) and "...the whirling dervish of erotica" (Craig J. Sorensen).
Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Learning to Drown, and Boys Next Door. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, HarperCollins Mischief, Excessica, Pretty Things Press and Resplendence Publishing. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe-runner lives in a little house in a little town near Baltimore, Maryland. Her fiction runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer's short works can be found in well over a hundred and twenty-five(and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Visit Sommer at Unapologetic Fiction by visiting http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com or find her on social media.