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Raven McAllan Dominates Sealed with a Kiss with Nina's Dom!

Guess who’s baaack???Yes, it’s Raven McAllan and has she got a yummy treat for you!!She’s taking over again today… doesn’t she always? Must be the “dom” in her! That’s okay though, because Sealed with a Kiss is glad to sub for her any day!!Take it away, Mistress Raven…
It's funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won't work.By trial and error, I've now accepted that.Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.This is the result.
Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?When the two meet at her friend's hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.
A wee tease…
"Breathe, anima mia, watch the wax, see how it comes to caress you. Take the sting, let it into you, let it flow."That was the only warning she had. Nina opened her eyes, and looked upward to see Nic, wax candle in one hand, tilt it so the flame stood at an angle from the candle. Then like a raindrop on a windowpane, a tiny teardrop gathered and slid towards her.Nina couldn't take her eyes off it. For what seemed an aeon the wax dropped through the air, and then it kissed her skin.She hissed as the kiss turned into a pain so intense she wanted to scream. How the hell could anyone say it was pleasure? She bit her lip to stop the cuss words spilling out. If it hadn't been the look of total absorption on Nic's face as he twisted his hand to increase the speed of the droplets and create a cobwebby pattern over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, Nina knew damned well she'd have cried red. She held her breath to stop the pain spreading."Breathe, anima mia, let it fill you. Now." The last word was harsh. It broke into her panic, and Nina let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The candle flame wavered as the whoosh of air she expelled reached it, and she looked at it in dismay. It couldn't go out, not now, not when…When there was no pain. Just a radiant heat that spread over her skin, and dipped deep inside her. She smiled, licked her lips and cleared her throat, as Nic steadied the candle flame and stared down at her, his eyes watchful, his expression showing a tiny hint of vulnerability, and, she decided, pleading."More, Sir. I want more."He smiled. "Topping from the bottom, anima mia?" "You bet.""In that case." He tilted the candle again.She flew. Every sting, every tap of pain became pleasure. Nina had no idea when Nic ceased his twist and drip act with the candle, until she felt the ties on her arms and legs removed, and she was snuggled in a blanket on Nic's lap.He stroked her hair as she sighed, and blinked a few times. The room was still in shadow, and silent. Any watchers had either left or were being very quiet."Good?"Nina considered. Was good the right word? It seemed too mild for what she'd just experienced. Her body buzzed with tiny darts of pleasure, and her brain was fuzzy, as if she'd eaten too much, and drunk one glass too many. But in a perfect sated, complete way. As a sub when she had played before, she'd never ever felt so deeply. Never lost her sense of surroundings or what was happening. This time had been oh so different."I don't know that good is the right word, Sir." She yawned and put her hand over her mouth. She could sleep for a week if she had the chance. "Good is too weak. I've never felt like that. I floated, I felt, and I just let myself be." She hesitated, unsure of how to express that feeling of rightness. "Be part of the pleasure that the pain gave me. Nothing mattered except knowing you were giving me the experience. That my Sir wanted me to gain all of it and more. That I pleased my Sir."Nic's arms tightened around her."Oh you pleased me, anima mia. More than that. You gave your all. What more could a Dom want but to see his pet, his partner, his anima mia fly?"
Buy links…
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/ninas-dom-by-raven-mcallan/
http://www.amazon.com/Ninas-Dom-Dommissimma-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00MRQJ4SY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=undefined&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ninas-Dom-Dommissimma-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00MRQJ4SY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=undefined&sr=1-1
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nina039sdom-1599604-147.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/ninas-dom-mf
A little about Raven McAllan, just in case you’re new to, oh, I don’t know… the planet! J
Well what can I say?I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us. Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak. I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Raven McAllan takes over with TWO releases at once...

Welcome back everyone!! Today I am totally handing Sealed with a Kiss over to the one, the only, Raven McAllan!! She has some awesome news, but I’ll let her explain it all. Be careful though, she’s very enthusiastic about it and might get carried away. Personally, I hope she does because we could use some excitement around here this week!!!
Take it away, Raven!! It’s all yours…
Okay I'm trying to be cool, calm, collected and sophisticated. Wait for it…No, not going to happen.*Dances around like a demented flea.*

I have a book out. No not true, I have two books out. Well one and a half. *Giggle*

Clear as mud eh?*Deep breath*

Imagine my surprise and over the moon happiness, when Totally Bound gave me the date for Diomhair book 2, Secrets Uncovered as August 15th, and then a few weeks later told me they had scheduled the print book Diomhair Volume 1 to come out on the same day.That has books one and two in it…Chair Swivel Jiggles were the order of the day I tell you.Any book publication day is a red letter day, but this is a double dipping red letter day. Don't expect to get much sense out of me.It's a good job I'm writing this prior to publication then. Because I really can't believe it.When I started writing around three years ago, I thought if I got one book published it would be enough.How wrong was I. This is around the sixty–fifth story I've had published of all lengths and subgenres, including YA, in electronic form, and it will be my sixth book in print.Not bad for a granny. Even one who refuses to grow old gracefully. And woo hoo there's a few more in the pipeline.What drives me on?The thought of all these characters battering my mind, and demanding their stories told. Places I visit and think 'oh this would make a fantastic setting for a book'. A face in a crowd that interests me and makes me wonder what that person's story is.I'm nosy. Guess that's what's needed eh?
Take Diomhair.A ruined castle not far from where I live got my mind buzzing. I knew Id have to set a story there, and Diomhair, A BDSM club set in a castle was born.
Diomhair is Gaelic for secret, and oh the secrets there are amongst the people who use the castle. To say nothing of the castle itself.
Diomhair.Secret. What's happens there stays there.It doesn't matter whether you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the place for you.The ruined castle deep in the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club, where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.Not everyone approved, and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.And if you found love there, your own perfect match, well that could only be a bonus.For isn't the secret to true love the biggest secret of all?
Secrets Shared They say never share a secret. Sometimes though, it’s the only thing to do.Jess is looking forward to her night out clubbing with her best friend, but her anticipation turns to dismay when she realises the venue is a BDSM club not the disco she’d envisioned. After a disastrous experience with the lifestyle in her past, she’s adamant she wants nothing to do with it now.David agreed to pick up his friend’s sister as a favour, and is surprised to find himself instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognises Jess’ bluster for what it is—fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. When Jess does give in to her secret desires, can she truly let go and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.
Reader Advisory: This book contains reference to sexual abuse.
Secrets Uncovered Convincing a Dom that pregnancy doesn’t mean the end of all play can take some doing. Kath is horny and determined, but what does Jeff think?Pregnancy should be the happiest time of your life. What’s a sub to do, however, when her Dom won’t touch her? Kath can’t understand why Jeff is being so difficult. After all, she’s pregnant, not ill, and she’ll combust with sexual frustration if she can’t seduce Jeff into play.Jeff can’t help but worry over Kath’s health. It doesn’t matter what anyone, including the doctor, says about sex being okay, his mind tells him otherwise. It’s his duty to protect his sub, even if he’s giving himself blue balls in the process. He’ll do anything to keep her and their baby safe.With the two of them at an impasse, tension runs high, especially when the future of Diomhair is threatened by an unknown enemy.As they pull together to secure their home, and their workplace, can they also resolve their personal problems, or does pregnancy spell the end of their Dom/sub relationship?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM.
https://www.totallybound.com/secrets-sharedhttps://www.totallybound.com/secrets-uncoveredhttps://www.totallybound.com/diomhair-vol-1-print
A little more about Raven...
Well what can I say? I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us. Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak. I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of. Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
You can find me and all my books onwww.ravenmcallan.com
Happy Reading,
Love R x

Robin Williams: Making sense of a tragedy...

I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened yesterday with Robin Williams. Is there a way to make sense of it all or will this always be one of those things we shake our heads at and wonder about for years to come?I keep asking myself if something could have been said or done to have prevented the tragedy, and I'm sure I'm not alone.Thinking about it sparked more questions than answers which prompted me to sit back and take a look at depression itself.There’s a huge misconception concerning the difference between depression and being depressed. I, myself, have been “depressed” from time to time, but in my own experience, the feeling was short-lived and faded away quickly. I look back on those times as being sad, and usually with good reason, like after my husband passed away. I’ve even had bouts of severe “sadness” in the years since, but those times have also been rapidly overcome and dealt with accordingly. Depression is not the same. It doesn’t just go away, though there may be times it seems like it has. There's also a difference between people who suffer from genuine, clinically diagnosed depression and those who threaten suicide as a manipulation tool to get the attention they crave. Unfortunately, I’ve had some experience with the latter on several occasions so this has been a gray area I’ve struggled to comprehend for most of my life.There have been people close to me who have used threats of suicide as a weapon to manipulate others into giving them what they wanted. In my personal experience, this has usually occurred after a bad break up or when things weren’t going their way. Try growing up in that environment. Please don’t misunderstand the point I am trying to make. I’m not saying that people who get upset over circumstances they think are hopeless and actually do hurt or kill themselves weren’t asking for help. That’s not my point at all.I’m simply speaking on my personal experience as a way to demonstrate how confusing, devastating and dangerous either situation can be. Not only for the one making the threats, but for the people around them as well. This is where it gets tricky, and both sides can easily be misunderstood.I know in my heart that the threats people in my life made were not caused by true depression because as soon as they got what they wanted, the skies cleared and all was well with the world. Sadly, the target of their ploy then became hostage to the fear of the “what ifs”. What if they were serious? What if they actually do try to hurt themselves? If they do something drastic, will it be my fault?It’s a wonder people put into those situations don’t become depressed themselves, myself included.   The experiences I’ve had have left me jaded when it comes to people who threaten suicide, but fortunately, I’ve come to understand the difference between genuine depression and the other unfortunate circumstance. I’ve set aside my normal author/book spotlights to post about this issue which has been grossly overlooked in society. A topic no one wants to discuss, perhaps because it’s so dark and misunderstood.While trying to educate myself on this topic, it occurred to me others might want to as well.
Depression is, by definition: severe despondency and dejection, typically felt over a period of time and accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy. Clinical depression is a mood disorder in which feelings of sadness, loss, anger, or frustration interfere with everyday life for a longer period of time.
According to an article today in Forbes Magazine, there are 5 common misconceptions about depression:1) Depression is synonymous with sadness. (I kind of explained my own experience with this as I stated earlier)2) Depression is a sign of mental weakness.3) Depression is always situational4) Depression symptoms are all in your head. (Believe it or not, they can manifest themselves physically, too)5) If you are diagnosed with depression, you’ll be on antidepressants the rest of your life.Read the complete article here: http://www.forbes.com/sites/daviddisalvo/2014/08/12/five-common-myths-about-depression/
The Mayo Clinic also offers a plethora of information regarding depression that might prove helpful as well. It’s definitely worth a look…http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/depression/basics/symptoms/con-20032977
Furthermore, depression has no preference. It effects men, women, young, old, back, white, Latino, gay, straight, rich, poor … it doesn’t matter. Depression is an equal opportunity disease.If left untreated, or sometimes even while being treated, depression can distort someone's view of the world rendering their outlook bleak and hopeless. In my opinion, THAT is a true disease, no different than addiction or any other mental illness. Someone suffering with the disease does not simply CHOOSE to be unhappy. They won’t “snap out of it!”
While I can't imagine the anguish someone with depression might feel, it's clear that things on the outside aren't as they appear on the inside. It also has nothing to do with the type of person someone is. Though I didn't know him personally, I doubt anyone could find anything about Robin Williams that would have been categorize as selfish or manipulative. He was a giver, someone who donated his time, money and heart to those in need. His ability to make us laugh allowed him to use his celebrity to help those in need. There’s nothing selfish about that at all.I’m no expert, but I assume Mr. William’s struggle with addiction was how the disease expertly masked itself. The disease couldn’t be measured by the smell of liquor, bloodshot eyes, or the slur of words. It was something rooted deeply within. Camouflaged by a smile, hidden behind a punchline, drowned out by laughter. As a writer who hears voices in my head on a daily basis, I can only imagine what thoughts must have gone through his when he looked out upon a crowd during stand-up routines. Was there a voice screaming at him, telling him things none of us could ever possibly understand? Goading him into believing none of it mattered as he scanned the sea of happy faces before him? Did the disease distort the things his family and friends might have said to him, constantly transforming something positive into something negative? Was his comedic genius a by-product of the disease? His minds way of fighting back, trudging through the chaos and torment? We may never know exactly what depression does to those who suffer from it. It can be explained with words, maybe even expressed through writing or art, but unless experienced firsthand, it can never be truly understood.This tragic event has changed the way I see Robin Williams. Possibly even made sense of some of his behavior and actions over the years. It could certainly explain his energy and the sincere way he fought so hard to reach us though laughter and love. Now when I remember him, I hear another voice in my head whispering… see him. See what’s underneath. Hear him. Hear what he’s trying to say. Understand him. Understand how little control he had over the darkness inside him. Remember him. Remember that if he could have changed it, he would have.The pain and shock is still hard to swallow today so soon after the loss, but I hope something good does eventually come from this tragedy.

Below are some very important links. If you or someone you know is, or might be, dealing with depression, have had thoughts of hurting yourself/themselves, or even something more drastic, PLEASE SEEK HELP!!
Suicide Prevention Hotline: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
NAMI: National Alliance on Mental Illness (Teens) http://www.nami.org/Content/ContentGroups/Helpline1/Teenage_Suicide.htm
Anxiety and Depression Association of America: http://www.adaa.org/
Freedom from Fear: http://www.freedomfromfear.org/
SAVE: Suicide Awareness Voices of Education: https://www.save.org/index.cfm?&r=1&CFID=10225116&CFTOKEN=682eb845b614f030-F1D8F15C-C29A-2288-2ED02930E49756B2

Author Feature - My Beginning by LaQuette

Hello, my lovelies!!Today I am hosting a very sweet lady. Though I haven’t known her long, she’s wiggled her way into my world and heart, and I am so glad she has. Please help me welcome, La Quette as she introduces us to her book, My Beginning!!
Genesis Lawrence left her home and family in Brooklyn, New York ten years ago and never looked back. When you've spent your entire life protecting yourself from the ones that are supposed to love you, running to the other side of the country seems like the best idea ever. Emotionally bankrupt, she begins rebuilding her life after failed familial connections and a broken marriage leave her too raw to ever believe happiness exists for her. Work as a Physical Therapist in her rehab clinic is all she knows and all she wants. Drew Marrack has spent the last year of his life trying to end the soul-searing pain of losing his mother by any means necessary, even if that means ending him—literally. After a tragic accident and a resulting disability that devastates the tattered remnants of his world, only one name can give him a brand-new start: Genesis. Pain, heartache, secrets, and tragedy from the past bring them together, and then fight to tear them apart. Is new love strong enough to give them the fresh beginning they both need, or is this simply the beginning of their end?
EXCERPT:Genesis noticed something different about him. Usually Drew was very calm and jovial around her. He rarely made things intense, but tonight there was a sense of power behind his eyes. When she finally reached him, he said nothing; he simply wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Before Genesis had a chance to react, he lifted one hand from her waist and secured it in her loose locks. His mouth fastened onto hers making her moan from somewhere deep within her.Her arms lifted of their own accord and latched around his neck drawing her closer into his web. Drew tore his mouth away from hers and found the tender spot between her neck and her shoulder. He must have sensed her legs giving way because the next thing Genesis knew she was hoisted up with her legs around his waist. Drew was holding her so tightly she could feel his heart beating as if it were in her own chest.
Genesis was drifting in the sea of pleasure Drew was skillfully creating. She was almost completely immersed in the passion Drew was inciting when she heard a familiar voice in her mind.‘No man will ever want you, you’ll never be able to please any man, you’re pitiful’.She pressed herself deeper into Drew’s body, hoping his possessive kisses would chase away her tormentor’s words. She was holding onto Drew tightly, but the incessant sound in her head—first a small whisper, now a full grown scream—began pulling her attention away from Drew.‘You are wasting his time; you can’t give him what he needs. Sooner or later, he’s going to toss you to the side too.’She pulled herself out of Drew’s arms so quickly that she almost fell backward into the water. Drew reached out and swiftly steadied her on two feet.“Drew, I can’t do this,” she said as she tried to step away from him, but he pulled her back into his embrace.“Why not Genesis?” he asked as he moved a hand back into her hair, trapping her against him, forcing her to look up into burning chocolate eyes. “Don’t stand here and tell me that you don’t want me, because I can feel your desire for me,” he pulled her head roughly to him, taking command of her lips, forcing them open and sweeping his smooth tongue inside her mouth. “Hell,” he breathed against her lips as he took one final lap before tilting her head to looking into her eyes, “I can taste it.”He was correct, she couldn’t deny she wanted him, but as her mother had told her often, she was never too old for her wants to hurt her, and not having Drew would certainly hurt her.“Drew, a sexual liaison between the two of us would not work, it would blow up in our faces, and I don’t want to cause friction between you and my brothers.”“You think this is just about sex to me Genesis?” he asked, a hard edge coloring his voice. “Understand this; I am a world renowned recording artist. I could have a different chick in my bed every night of the week if I chose to. If I just wanted a piece of ass, all I would have to do is send a one-word text and I would have free pussy waiting for me to fuck at my leisure.”His harsh tone made her close her eyes while an unexpected shiver crawled up her back. Why did the thought of him sleeping with someone else suddenly make Genesis cold?“I don’t want to just have sex with you; I want to be with you.”Her unused voice cracked as she said his name. “Drew,” she swallowed, attempting to lubricate the walls of her dry mouth and throat, “you don’t know me well enough to want to be with me. I am the woman that has been closest to you in proximity during a very difficult part of your life. It’s only natural that you would have a confused affection for me. It will wear off in a matter of time.”There it was, her rational brain had finally decided to put in an appearance. That line sounded almost believable to her.“Bullshit,” he said. The lines of his face became sharper as he spoke. “You want me just as much as I want you. Why are you fighting me?”
He still held her tightly, her skin burning where his hands made contact. Why the hell was her body reacting to this man’s anger this way? She should be enraged, she should be mad as hell and telling Drew where the hell he could step off. Instead, her skin was humming with anticipation of his touch with a growing hunger that was making the walls of her womb clench. Dammit!“Drew I am a medical professional who has been made responsible for your care. She kept her eyes closed as she spoke, hoping to get her body back under her control instead of his. “It is unethical for me to allow anything romantic to transpire while you are under my care.”Drew shook his head. She knew her reason was valid, she knew her words gave the impression of respectability coated in veracity. But even though she was doing her best impression of reliable, above-board medical professional, Drew’s tight features poked gaping holes through her perfectly painted picture.“You’re lying,” he said through clenched teeth. “This has nothing to do with medical ethics Genesis, tell me the truth, or I’m going to keep coming after you, and eventually you will give in to me. This thing between us is too strong for you to ignore it forever. We’ve been dancing around this chemistry between us since my mother’s funeral; I’m tired of playing the ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away game. Either you come clean with me, or I’m just going to wear you down.”Drew pulled her close to him and planted his mouth atop hers once more. She began to lose herself in his kiss; just as before she crumbled in his arms becoming almost as fluid as the water surrounding them. When he was satisfied that he had proven his point, he ripped his mouth away from hers leaving her mouth searching for that lost heat.“That is not confused affection that is just plain old lust Genesis. Has it been that long since you’ve experienced that, or maybe you’ve never experienced it at all?”
Buy Links:Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Beginning-Trinity-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00H0GTYCM/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid=1405968625B&N:http://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-beginning-laquette/1117562520?ean=2940149039241Kobo:http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/my-beginning/XInZqi-ssE6rSY88V0oVXw?MixID=XInZqi-ssE6rSY88V0oVXw&PageNumber=1

Author Bio:A native of Brooklyn, New York, LaQuette spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Healthcare Provider. Writing: her escape from the everyday, has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a Masters degree in English Lit, she'd forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.Visit at: Blog: http://www.LaQuetteLikes.comGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7480299.LaQuetteFacebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008310161566Facebook Author Page: http://www.Facebook.com/LaQuetteTheAuthorTwitter:http://www.twitter.com/LaQuetteLikesAmazon Author Page:http://www.amazon.com/LaQuette/e/B00H0IN16K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1405969713&sr=8-1Email:
LaQuette@LaQuetteLikes.com

New Romance on the Go from Evernight Publishing - Being Luca's by Raven McAllan

Welcome Raven McAllan as she introduces us to her newest release, Being Luca’s!
The premise for the book was very limited. Using the name Leigh, Monteith, and Corrieri, because my hairdresser asked me to. Apart from that it was up to me. I knew what I wanted to write, but oh boy it wouldn't work for ages. I deleted the first two chapters, started with chapter three as chapter one, and all of a sudden, I wrote, and wrote, and finished a nice—well I hope so—Romance on the Go. Then I got worried that Leigh, the person, might not like Leigh the character. But she loved her, drooled over Luca and wanted to know when it was due to be published. Well I had to explain there was the none too small matter of subbing and getting an acceptance.But chair swivel jiggle I got it…This is the result…      What is a marriage without trust? When damning newspaper reports point to the seeming infidelity of her husband, Formula One Racing Championship driver Luca Corrieri, Leigh runs without waiting for his explanations.After all, the pictures don't lie. He has been cheating on her with her best friend.Luca is devastated at the ease with which Leigh abandons what they have. Surely their marriage deserves more, but how do you convince someone of your innocence when they are not prepared to listen?When the truth finally comes out, is their love strong enough to save their marriage? 
Here's a wee tease…
She lay there in that pleasant state halfway between awake and asleep and relaxed.The heavy hand on her shoulder made her scream, shoot up out of her chair, and turn around in a move to do any prima ballerina proud. Red wine went in every direction, except luckily, on her.The guy who stood behind her chair didn't fare so well. With red wine dripping from his hair onto his face, and from his chin onto what seemed like a very costly silk shirt, he looked a mess. Even his expensive-looking trousers hadn't got off scot-free.The expression made Leigh want to giggle—after all she was a Scot— although the guy standing there with a face like frost didn't."What a way to greet me, cara. Are you still feeling so pissy? After all you got what you wanted."Leigh saw red and it wasn't just the spilled wine. All her introspective thoughts about being narrow minded flew out of her mind."Asshole. Fucking asshole. No, you got what youwanted. Your dick in that marriage wrecking groupie's cunt. What I wanted was your bollocks in a vise. And her clit to shrivel and her channel to shrink." She couldn't believe the profanities that spewed out of her. Leigh always prided herself on not swearing, because as her mother had often said, it showed a lack of imagination and vocabulary. Right then she couldn't have cared less if it made her illiterate. The words fitted.He reddened, took out a linen handkerchief, and wiped his face without saying a word.Leigh was on a roll. In some perverse way she was enjoying herself. It was cathartic, saying just how she felt, to his face. "I hope you got yourself checked out, Luca? After all who knows who was in that pussy before you? Did you check the hair for nits? Oh no I forgot, she's probably one who dares to bare." She didn’t mention that since she and Luca had separated she'd tried that, liked it, and never gone back to hairy. "Best way really, less to catch anything in.""You know nothing." He barked the words, looked around and then dropped the sodden handkerchief onto the table. "That's enough." Leigh ignored him. "Not by a long chalk Signor Corrieri. Why are you here? How did you get in? Added breaking and entering to your list of transgressions now, have we?"He swung a door key in front of her face. "No breaking necessary, cara. You left this in the door. Freudian slip? Or were you waiting for someone else?""Neither." She snatched the key from him and put it in her pocket. "I'm not the one who played away.""Will this verbal crucifixion go on for ever?" Luca's voice was flat and unemotional. Only the tic at the corner of his eye showed how affected he was. "I screwed up, I admit it. I said sorry, what more do you want me to do? Bleed?""Well you screwed all right, and I guess it was up. Up into her. Bleeding isn’t enough. I've bled enough for both of us." Leigh bit back a sob. Luca lifted his arm toward her, took one look at her face and let it drop. She could only imagine what he'd seen there. However, if her emotions showed in her expression as usual, it would have been something along the lines of how she was wondering if she could commit murder and get away with it."You cheated, Luca. You defiled what we had. And that bitch crowed about it. In every bloody paper, before you said as much as a dicky bird. Were you hoping to get away with it? Fat chance with Angela, oh I'm your friend Leigh, bloody here's my cunt screw me whatsherface. Two faced bitch." All her thoughts of being open-minded, things aren't always what they seem, had gone from her mind. She was, in the words of her friend's daughter, 'in a mad'. "As for you, couldn't you have kept your cock in your trousers for one weekend? Was that too much to ask? And now I expect you're going to say it was all her doing. That she came on to you, and you were drunk and didn't know what was happening. Men. Think with their dicks." She turned her back on him and very deliberately filled her glass."No, I'm not going to say it was all her doing. It takes two to be f…""Okay I get your drift." Leigh sat back in her chair. "Oh sit down, Luca. Tell me why you're here and then go away. If you want some wine, in a glass and in your throat rather than over you, there are glasses in the cupboard next to the sink. If not speak up and then fuck off. I want to wallow and wonder why I'm so lacking in sexuality my husband needed a whore.""You are so wrong, cara. But it's not my story to tell." Luca sighed, nodded and walked into the house. She heard cupboard doors open and close. Why hadn't she just told him to get lost? Taken her key and locked the door behind him?Because we've never really talked about it.Luca returned to the garden and poured wine into a glass before he sat next to her and swirled the liquid around the vessel."Good legs," he said.She laughed, although there wasn't a lot of humor in it."Me or the wine?""Both, although in this case I meant the wine." He stretched his long legs out in front of him, and held his wine glass loosely between thumb and forefinger. Leigh looked at him out of the corner of her eye. As ever during the race season there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, only honed and toned muscle. In any other circumstances she would have drooled."Ah well, I had a good teacher." By now Leigh had calmed down. Except for her unruly hormones which made her itch to undo his shirt and run her hands over those impressive abs and … down girl, this is your lying, cheating almost ex here. Or he was until she thought otherwise.  The cuss-filled rant had done her good, but worn her out. "Okay, Luca, why are you here?""You're not going to like it," he said in a warning tone. "But I felt I had to warn you."Warn her? That sounded ominous. Was there anything worse he could hit her with"Tell me."
*****
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Raven Bio…
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us. Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak. I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

New from Hot Ink Press- The Black Lion by Elodie Parkes

Greetings my lovelies!Please help me welcome today’s guest, Elodie Parkes as we take a sneak peek into her new release, The Black Lion!! Sit back, get comfy, and let’s dog in…


Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires and releases July 16.The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.





When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.








ADULT EXCERPT:
Sascha gazed at the young woman, whose name, Melissa, he’d stored away like a precious jewel. He memorized the heart shaped face, the big green eyes, the dimple in her right cheek. He moistened his top lip with the tip of his tongue as he considered her mouth. That bottom lip needs sucking. I’d love to hold her close, just feel her warmth against me. I’d like more…I bet her hair feels like silk. He sighed as his gaze traced the length of her glossy chestnut hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back. Sascha longed to grasp a handful, pull her close, and kiss her. He imagined it. His cock hardened as he recalled her scent when she stood in front of him. He thought about her look in the mirror. She was interested in him. It was obvious, and his own ineptitude was why he stood staring down at her, instead of grasping her to his naked form, fucking her hard. I could have compelled her. I could have tasted her cream, pushed my fingers into it, slid them over her clit. I could have licked her lips, her breasts. I could have her hands wrapped around my cock. I could have her writhing under me, coming, and driving me insane with her softness. I could give her so much love…His thoughts were suddenly invaded by a low voice to his left.“She’s not for you, brother. I see your scrutiny. I saw her first.”Sascha prickled with anger at the voice and himself for not hearing the approach, nor scenting this man who leaned casually against the barrier. His fury burned in his chest and he whispered dangerously. “Who the hell are you?”Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press






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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, and EvernightShe has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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Evernight Publishing Teams Up with World Vision to Support the Education for Girls Fund.

Evernight Publishing Teams Up with World Vision to Support the Education for Girls Fund.
During the week of July 14 – 21, the full amount of every book purchased on the Evernightand Evernight Teen websites will be donated to World Vision’s Education for Girls Fund.
57 million primary-school-age children are not enrolled in school; 53 percent of these are girls. These children are at greater risk for exploitation, early marriage, and lower income-earning potential. World Vision addresses barriers to education and works with communities and local governments to improve the quality of education children receive.
Help support World Vision’s Education for Girls Fund by purchasing a book or two (or more!) from Evernight Publishing and Evernight Teen’s websites. The full price of each book purchased from July 14th to July 21st will be donated to this important cause.

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Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod: Raffle and Giveaway e-book basket

 Welcome back, everyone.
     Today’s guest is none other than the fantabulous Cait Jarrod, and oh my goodness, does she has some fun stuff planned for you.
     She’s having a special blog hop, and you’re all invited. Don’t miss out on anything … especially the prizes!!
     I won’t keep you waiting, so let’s get to it…
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     In the questions in love and death, where does the truth lie? 


Entangled Love by Cait Jarrodcaitjarrod.com 
 Available in print or ebookBuy links:Kindle: http://amzn.com/B00KLLIJQAPrint: http://bit.ly/1ttPUDmKobo:http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/entangled-loveNook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/entangled-love-cait-jarrod/1119627487?ean=2940149385232
Emma James is on a mission to rebuild her life after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an innocent getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a great way to start fresh. Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan Cross is a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat bank account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier? The love of his childhood friend. Chaos and life-threatening obstacles have Ryan investigating Emma’s husband's death. When he discovers handwritten notes made by her late husband, he learns some friends can't be trusted. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, including putting Emma’s life in danger.
EMMA JAMES’ QUANDARY THAT NIGHT TWO YEARS BEFORE ENTANGLED LOVE:I love my husband, adore him. Yet, he isn't the one who checks on me every night, holds my hand when I cry. I'm being so unfair. My husband has a demanding job. He saves lives, puts his own life on the line, all in the name of protection. I gaze out our window in suburban, California. I love my house, the yard. Eric makes enough money so I don't have to work, yet...I think I would like to. The charity work I do is important, but I need something more, something for me. He says since we’re planning to have a baby soon, there’s no sense in going to work now. He's right. The baby would need me and I’d hate to leave our baby with a sitter. My best friend, Ryan, says I should do whatever makes me happy. I’m not sure what that is.I flopped down on the couch. I can’t ever sleep after Eric gets a call to leave in the middle of the night. Tonight, my angst is worse than usual. My skin crawls. I have an ache in my chest. What is my problem?The doorbell rings, my cell chimes. Ryan’s name flashes on the screen. I peek out the window beside the door. A police car is in my driveway. Nothing unusual, except Eric’s not here to greet them. My breath catches. A piercing numb-feeling races through my veins. My hand shakes as I put the phone to my ear and open the door. “Hello.” I say. Two uniformed policemen gaze at me, their faces solemn.“Em,” Ryan says.One word, nothing more, every sound, every person blurs. My heart plummets to my feet. “No-o-o!”
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Titanic's Ondine by Jorja Lovett #ParanormalRomance #HistoricalRomance

Hope everyone is enjoying this holiday weekend! I have the perfect guest, and the perfect thing to keep you entertained between the hustle and bustle of family dinners, and that famous, fuzzy bunny leaving eggs all over your lawn.Grab a snack, get comfortable, and immerse yourself in  Titanic's Ondine by Jorja Lovett
Jorja, take it away, love….
I've always had a fascination with the Titanic. It probably has a lot to do with living so close to Belfast, where she was built. One of the great things about being a writer is you can pick any time, any place in which to set a story, so it was always on the hot list of topics I wanted to cover. As ever, my version of that fateful voyage had to have a paranormal twist, and some superhot sexy times!
Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs up as crew for the Titanic.Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and find her happy ever after?
Excerpt:
“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which Joe addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.He was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him. Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.“Will you wave me off when I leave?”As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.* * * * Available Now From TotallyBound , AllRomance , Amazon General Release 18th AprilAuthor Links:FacebookBlogWebsiteOr Twitter: @jorjalovett

New Release: Surrender Sweet Succubus by @JewelQuinlan

Welcome everyone! I hope y'all are enjoying your Spring!! Today's guest might be able to help with that by spreading a little romance. Please help me give a warm welcome back to Jewel Quinlan as we take a little peek at her latest release, "Surrender Sweet Succubus"!!

When Dr. Stephen Wallace, a fertility specialist from Sydney Australia, is approached by his brother and sister-in-law for help conceiving a child there is no way he can refuse. Since they have already exhausted all the possibilities modern medicine can provide, Stephen turns to his skills as a shaman for alternative solutions. His search leads him to Las Vegas, Nevada on a slim lead to capture a succubus who he hopes has the power to help. But when he meets Geneva, the exotic and passionate succubus, he finds himself being captured instead.
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A peek inside Surrender Sweet Succubus:    “I came here because I was looking for a succubus…” he began.     “Mm hm. Well, you found one.”     He lost his train of thought as she rolled a tube of lipstick over her lips. The same lips that had been wrapped around his cock last night doing the most wicked things to him.    She finished and started to walk back into the bathroom but her feet stopped short just before the door as if she had hit an invisible barrier. The look on her face was almost comical.    “What the…?” She backed up a step and then tried to move forward again but was halted once more in the same place. She reached in front of her and grabbed the doorway then tried to pull herself through but from the waist down, nothing else moved.     “What the hell is going on?!” She sounded scared now.    He stood. It was working, the binding spell was working! “Okay, I don’t want you to get upset but I put a binding spell on you.” He couldn’t help feeling bad about it. It wasn’t really in his nature to cast such spells but it had been necessary.    “You did what?” Her tone turned to acid and her eyes narrowed.    “A binding spell,” he repeated, “So you can’t go more than three yards away from me. Sorry, were you trying to go to the bathroom?”    He moved closer to give her more slack so she could go in. She stumbled slightly as the perimeter of the bind shifted. She straightened, looking even more upset, and moved away from the bathroom towards the front door.    “How dare you!” she raged. “I am not to be held in bondage by any man. Release me at once!” Her hands scrabbled at the door behind her for the knob.    “I’ll remove it I swear! It’s just, I need your help with something and I didn’t want you to disappear. I wasn’t sure how you would react when I told you I knew what you were.”    “You think I’m going to help you now!?” She looked like she would hit him if she could. Her eyes blazed emerald fire.    “I think, when you listen to what I have to say, you will.”    “And what if I don’t want to listen? You’re going to force me?”     He started to negate it but then stopped. She was right. The look in his sister-in-law’s eyes had haunted him since they’d spoken. He couldn’t let her down. Couldn’t let them both go on with the heartache of being childless. He shook his head, not knowing what to say.    “That’s it, I knew it! You men are all the same. You just take what you want and bend other people to your will.”     He held his hands out to her in pause. “Now look, I don’t even know if you can help me. I just wanted the opportunity to discuss it with you. That’s all. But before we do there’s something else I have to tell you about.” Better to come clean right away. He slowly inched forward towards her.    She yanked the door open. “I don’t care! Whatever it is, I’m not doing it you jerk!” she said, turning to go.    He quickly called out, “I just wanted to be honest and tell you…”     She took one step and then crumpled into a heap on the carpet.    “…about the sedative.”

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
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