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February 2, 2014
Alpha's Claim Anthology Featuring: Love's Rescue by Morgan King
The Alpha’s Claim Anthology has sure brought some great stories to dig into, and today’s guest is sure to do the same.Morgan King has visited Sealed with a Kiss before, and we’re sure glad she’s back with her contribution to the Evernight anthology, ‘Love’s Rescue’.Morgan has a lot to say and share so let's get to it!
One night while attending a party hosted by Jon Liselle, newly appointed second in command of the Human Alliance Party, Jakob hears a song that no one else can. With stealth and cunning Jakob makes his way into the hidden depths of Jon's home, only to discover a creature being kept captive. She is a mermaid and he is her song mate. Together they must both utilise their shifter powers to escape, but will Nerissa stay with him or will she want to go home once she is free? Jakob wants to claim Nerissa forever but fears rescuing her from one cage only to trap her with his love. Nerissa must choose between complete freedom and going home, or love and the destiny of having a mate.
It all began with a piece of flash fiction, the word was opulent, the word limit two hundred and this flew straight into my head:The tank was disgustingly opulent. It consumed one wall, floor to ceiling and was decorated with swirling images of shells, coral and sea life all gilded in pearl. The vast array of shimmering colors distracted his eyes momentarily, but nothing could disguise the purpose of the chamber, it was a cage and its captive swam towards the reinforced glass wall, her eyes open wide reciprocating his stare. Her tail swished angrily back and forth, the color of those moving scales so obviously matching the delicate pigment staining the glass barrier. One word originating from somewhere outside of himself burst through his head “Help!” He was looking at a mermaid and he could hear her voice as if she had spoken to him. It resonated right to the depths of his heart. ****
The rest of the story and Jakob being led to Nerissa by her song was inspired by a quote:
If you need more of a teaser:Jakob lifted his torso up and looked down at Nerissa. She was right. “That’s unbelievably sexy,” he said looking at iridescent colors shimmering across her skin, the mounds of her breasts gleaming, her nipples rising up like two hard little pearls polished to perfection. Unable to resist he took one in his mouth and sucked.“You even taste of a sea breeze, salty and fresh.” Jakob dragged his tongue across her flesh, from breast to navel. “I want to taste all of you.”Nerissa thrust her hips against him, and Jakob slowly made his way down her body licking her smooth flesh with his rough tongue. He took one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. For just a moment he rested his head against her lower belly, as if humbling himself before a shrine. He wanted to breathe her in so her scent would never leave him. He wanted to drink her taste, so it would forever linger on his palate. “Please … don’t stop.”There was no danger of that.
And just in case you’re thinking she’s a mermaid that could be tricky, clearly she shifts to human form!
Hopefully you will love Love’s Rescue and be pleased to know it’s going to be the first in a series: Paranormal Rights.Set in Suffolk Paranormal Rights presents an urban fantasy/alternate reality version of the East of England (think sea, forest, factories, unique fantasy architecture, and historic buildings). Here there is a fight brewing between the tyrannical, racist and undemocratic human society and the paranormal underclass. The political arena is the ring and the showdown will be the forthcoming election.
Another teaser I couldn’t resist to set the scene:The palace stretched out to sea, an impressive structure of glass and steel transforming what used to be Southwold pleasure pier. What had once been for the pleasure of the people was now a monument to Liselle’s wealth and a testament to his class. It seemed every generation could have their own nouveau riche, those with more money than sense to respect the privileged opportunity it presented. At the front was a casino-like entrance complete with multiple swinging doors leading through to a dark interior momentarily illuminated in different places by flashing lights. Jakob wouldn’t be surprised to see mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling. The party would all be happening to the front of the building, rather than on the pier itself. For behind the front part of the palace, which was built on solid ground, was Liselle’s private residence supported by a multitude of iron pillars. A wooden walkway marked by iron railings wrapped right the way around. In daylight, with people walking up and down, it might appear much like any other pier, but at night, completely deserted, while the front of the building was all lit up, it appeared ominous. Most interesting, though, was that down below, in the center of the iron pillars, nestled among the supporting structure, half visible above the sea and then disappearing underneath its surface were what looked like tinted glass walls that it was impossible to see through and not just because of the darkness of the night or the interior. John Liselle’s home contained rooms stretching down into the sea. Places where he could look out without anyone being able to see in. Some pictures I took of Southwold Pier one day.
The view of Southwold from the pier.
Where to find me:http://www.facebook.com/authormorgankinghttp://www.facebook.com/morgankingauthorwww.authormorganking.wordpress.com Twitter: Morgan King @EroticWritings
Other Info about me:Well I like to see myself as an infinitely patient single mother and charity manager by day and reader and writer of erotic romance by night. I love all genres of romance, but have a special tendre for historical stories having been seduced by Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer at a young age. I even named my dog Darcy. My son is a very imaginative five year old, so when the characters aren’t having conversations in my head I’m voicing the character of a witch, dragon, pirate or possibly knight. Yes, I always get to be the bad guy for some reason! We live in the rural East of England not far from the forest so there are always plenty of opportunities for adventure.Buy Links:
One night while attending a party hosted by Jon Liselle, newly appointed second in command of the Human Alliance Party, Jakob hears a song that no one else can. With stealth and cunning Jakob makes his way into the hidden depths of Jon's home, only to discover a creature being kept captive. She is a mermaid and he is her song mate. Together they must both utilise their shifter powers to escape, but will Nerissa stay with him or will she want to go home once she is free? Jakob wants to claim Nerissa forever but fears rescuing her from one cage only to trap her with his love. Nerissa must choose between complete freedom and going home, or love and the destiny of having a mate.
It all began with a piece of flash fiction, the word was opulent, the word limit two hundred and this flew straight into my head:The tank was disgustingly opulent. It consumed one wall, floor to ceiling and was decorated with swirling images of shells, coral and sea life all gilded in pearl. The vast array of shimmering colors distracted his eyes momentarily, but nothing could disguise the purpose of the chamber, it was a cage and its captive swam towards the reinforced glass wall, her eyes open wide reciprocating his stare. Her tail swished angrily back and forth, the color of those moving scales so obviously matching the delicate pigment staining the glass barrier. One word originating from somewhere outside of himself burst through his head “Help!” He was looking at a mermaid and he could hear her voice as if she had spoken to him. It resonated right to the depths of his heart. ****
The rest of the story and Jakob being led to Nerissa by her song was inspired by a quote:
If you need more of a teaser:Jakob lifted his torso up and looked down at Nerissa. She was right. “That’s unbelievably sexy,” he said looking at iridescent colors shimmering across her skin, the mounds of her breasts gleaming, her nipples rising up like two hard little pearls polished to perfection. Unable to resist he took one in his mouth and sucked.“You even taste of a sea breeze, salty and fresh.” Jakob dragged his tongue across her flesh, from breast to navel. “I want to taste all of you.”Nerissa thrust her hips against him, and Jakob slowly made his way down her body licking her smooth flesh with his rough tongue. He took one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. For just a moment he rested his head against her lower belly, as if humbling himself before a shrine. He wanted to breathe her in so her scent would never leave him. He wanted to drink her taste, so it would forever linger on his palate. “Please … don’t stop.”There was no danger of that.
And just in case you’re thinking she’s a mermaid that could be tricky, clearly she shifts to human form!
Hopefully you will love Love’s Rescue and be pleased to know it’s going to be the first in a series: Paranormal Rights.Set in Suffolk Paranormal Rights presents an urban fantasy/alternate reality version of the East of England (think sea, forest, factories, unique fantasy architecture, and historic buildings). Here there is a fight brewing between the tyrannical, racist and undemocratic human society and the paranormal underclass. The political arena is the ring and the showdown will be the forthcoming election. Another teaser I couldn’t resist to set the scene:The palace stretched out to sea, an impressive structure of glass and steel transforming what used to be Southwold pleasure pier. What had once been for the pleasure of the people was now a monument to Liselle’s wealth and a testament to his class. It seemed every generation could have their own nouveau riche, those with more money than sense to respect the privileged opportunity it presented. At the front was a casino-like entrance complete with multiple swinging doors leading through to a dark interior momentarily illuminated in different places by flashing lights. Jakob wouldn’t be surprised to see mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling. The party would all be happening to the front of the building, rather than on the pier itself. For behind the front part of the palace, which was built on solid ground, was Liselle’s private residence supported by a multitude of iron pillars. A wooden walkway marked by iron railings wrapped right the way around. In daylight, with people walking up and down, it might appear much like any other pier, but at night, completely deserted, while the front of the building was all lit up, it appeared ominous. Most interesting, though, was that down below, in the center of the iron pillars, nestled among the supporting structure, half visible above the sea and then disappearing underneath its surface were what looked like tinted glass walls that it was impossible to see through and not just because of the darkness of the night or the interior. John Liselle’s home contained rooms stretching down into the sea. Places where he could look out without anyone being able to see in. Some pictures I took of Southwold Pier one day.
The view of Southwold from the pier.
Where to find me:http://www.facebook.com/authormorgankinghttp://www.facebook.com/morgankingauthorwww.authormorganking.wordpress.com Twitter: Morgan King @EroticWritings
Other Info about me:Well I like to see myself as an infinitely patient single mother and charity manager by day and reader and writer of erotic romance by night. I love all genres of romance, but have a special tendre for historical stories having been seduced by Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer at a young age. I even named my dog Darcy. My son is a very imaginative five year old, so when the characters aren’t having conversations in my head I’m voicing the character of a witch, dragon, pirate or possibly knight. Yes, I always get to be the bad guy for some reason! We live in the rural East of England not far from the forest so there are always plenty of opportunities for adventure.Buy Links:
January 30, 2014
A Radioactive Tale of Love: Swagger by Nkki Prince
Welcome to Sealed with a Kiss.Today’s guest is one of my favorite ladies, Nikki Prince, and she’s brought along some yummy goodness for us to sink our teeth in to!Check out her latest new adult novel, Swagger!
Nine years, two lives, one love. We all have dreams. Mine were filled with college and the boy I loved, Cruz Montoya. But all that went up with smoke when he got sent to Juvenile Hall, my sister killed herself, and Dad up and left. My mother and I use that terminology loosely became a monster transferring her pains and disappointment and I became trapped. Honorably discharged I’m back in Arlington Heights, the small town that only remembers the black sheep persona of my youth. I could list a dozen reasons for my return, but the only one that matters is Roxanne Waters. I should probably leave her be. I’m not much of a catch with PTSD and the childhood memories rattling around in my brain. Yet, I can’t walk away. There’s a darkness that surrounds the death of her sister, a secrets that’s slowly killing her. I’m going to find out everything. This is the moment of truth to see if we can make it or if I’m nine years too late.
Roxie I couldn’t believe I told him yes, I’d have coffee with him. What was I thinking? It’s plainly obvious that he’s trouble. A sexy, grownup trouble…a trouble I can’t afford. I didn’t even know if I could handle this kind of trouble. It came time for my shift to be over. Maybe he would let me out of my misery and not show. Okay, well misery is a harsh word. I’m way out of my league here and I knew it. Bad boys didn’t usually want me.“Hey boss, I’m ready to take over.”I look up and my relief is in and as always, she’s thirty minutes early.My friend, Candy Minton. She and I have been friends ever since high school.“Thanks Candy. I’m going to go into the office and reconcile something. The front desk is all yours. Make sure you remember to put down that you came in thirty minutes early, so we can pay you for that.”“I will. Thanks for always letting me do that. Every little bit helps, need to get these damn bills paid.”“No problem.” I smiled. I didn’t want any thanks but I didn’t tell her that. I’m definitely preoccupied and struggling with the fact that I was going to see him. I hurry over to the office and close the door behind me. I’m excited. I move to the small bathroom and check my makeup in the mirror. I needed to refresh it. I go to the desk, grab my makeup bag and head back to the bathroom. I have to make quick work of it. Scrutinizing myself in the mirror, I brush on a little more eye shadow, and a little more eyeliner, then a last bit of lip gloss. My makeup is always light. I don’t overdo it. I’ve been blessed to have one of those faces that really doesn’t need much enhancing.I sigh and head back into the office to look at the paperwork on the desk. I don’t want to touch it; not right now anyways I know it will be waiting for me later. I’m so hyped about Cruz and I can’t help but wonder what life would’ve been like if I’d gotten more than just those stolen kisses from Cruz.It really wasn’t just about the kisses. It was everything before and after that. I always had plans to be an actress. To leave this small town and prove I could be somebody, not just Roxanne Waters from across the tracks, whose father owned the motel on the hill. Most of my days were spent at the motel and my nights were spent taking night classes at the local college. I wanted out of Arlington Heights well—that was true about 5 hours ago, before sexy Cruz came back into my life.A quick glance at the wall clock tells me it’s time to get out of the office, so I can wait for Cruz at the front desk. I grimace as my stomach once again, becomes aflutter with nerves. He makes my heart beat fast and my insides heat up. I head out of the office, and as I walk up behind the counter, Cruz is there with a brilliant grin on his face. Damn. That smile, this man equaled to something very lickable. His dark hair looked damp and combed back. He’d changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black button down Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up. “Are you ready for that cup of coffee, Roxie?”Hell. I felt ready for coffee—ready for anything right at this moment. I barely, just barely hear the goodbye from Candy and manage to mutter a goodbye back. “Yep, I am.” I move from around the counter and walk next to him in a comfortable gait that soon matches his. This was going to be fun. Well, I hope it’s going to be fun. “So, is that little coffee shop still on fifth and Exeter?” Cruz asked me as we stepped out into the fading sunlight. It looked like such a beautiful evening, I couldn’t help but pause. The summer breeze seemed cooler in this part of the state because of the ocean. Though, for the area we’d had some record highs. Today wasn’t one of those days. The smell of the sea filled my lungs and I like it. I take a deep breath and sigh. “Mmm-hm, Mr. Bonaventure still owns it.”“I remember him having the best coffee and cinnamon rolls. Huge cinnamon rolls. Would you like to head over there with me? I’m buying, and of course you can get what you want.”I wondered if he realized that even though he’d been gone, a lot of people from the town had never left. This meant we were bound to run into people who recalled who he was and what happened. If he didn’t care, I wasn’t going to care about it—at least I was going to try. “I’m starving; I’d hoped you’d say that, you’re buying.” I giggled.He rolled his eyes. “Damn, I forgot you had a serious appetite back in the day. In school, you could eat with the best of them, I see that hasn’t changed.”“Nope it hasn’t.”Cruz looked me up and down. “How do you keep such a sexy figure?”“I do Pilates and jogging when I get the chance, plus I’ve always had a great metabolism.” He thinks I’m sexy!“You look fabulous Roxie.”I grin. It’s great knowing he thinks I look sexy and fabulous. Yeah, I mean I’ve been told it before but it didn’t seem cheesy to me since it came from him. Cruz saying those words seemed magical somehow.
Email: NikkiPrince@writeme.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/NikkiPrinceAuthor
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Nikki-Prince/e/B008LQPIP2/
Twitter: @AuthorNprince
Goodreads.com: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6433724.Nikki_Prince
Bio:
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA, The Beaumonde RWA, and the Rainbow Romance Writers (RRW).
Nine years, two lives, one love. We all have dreams. Mine were filled with college and the boy I loved, Cruz Montoya. But all that went up with smoke when he got sent to Juvenile Hall, my sister killed herself, and Dad up and left. My mother and I use that terminology loosely became a monster transferring her pains and disappointment and I became trapped. Honorably discharged I’m back in Arlington Heights, the small town that only remembers the black sheep persona of my youth. I could list a dozen reasons for my return, but the only one that matters is Roxanne Waters. I should probably leave her be. I’m not much of a catch with PTSD and the childhood memories rattling around in my brain. Yet, I can’t walk away. There’s a darkness that surrounds the death of her sister, a secrets that’s slowly killing her. I’m going to find out everything. This is the moment of truth to see if we can make it or if I’m nine years too late.Roxie I couldn’t believe I told him yes, I’d have coffee with him. What was I thinking? It’s plainly obvious that he’s trouble. A sexy, grownup trouble…a trouble I can’t afford. I didn’t even know if I could handle this kind of trouble. It came time for my shift to be over. Maybe he would let me out of my misery and not show. Okay, well misery is a harsh word. I’m way out of my league here and I knew it. Bad boys didn’t usually want me.“Hey boss, I’m ready to take over.”I look up and my relief is in and as always, she’s thirty minutes early.My friend, Candy Minton. She and I have been friends ever since high school.“Thanks Candy. I’m going to go into the office and reconcile something. The front desk is all yours. Make sure you remember to put down that you came in thirty minutes early, so we can pay you for that.”“I will. Thanks for always letting me do that. Every little bit helps, need to get these damn bills paid.”“No problem.” I smiled. I didn’t want any thanks but I didn’t tell her that. I’m definitely preoccupied and struggling with the fact that I was going to see him. I hurry over to the office and close the door behind me. I’m excited. I move to the small bathroom and check my makeup in the mirror. I needed to refresh it. I go to the desk, grab my makeup bag and head back to the bathroom. I have to make quick work of it. Scrutinizing myself in the mirror, I brush on a little more eye shadow, and a little more eyeliner, then a last bit of lip gloss. My makeup is always light. I don’t overdo it. I’ve been blessed to have one of those faces that really doesn’t need much enhancing.I sigh and head back into the office to look at the paperwork on the desk. I don’t want to touch it; not right now anyways I know it will be waiting for me later. I’m so hyped about Cruz and I can’t help but wonder what life would’ve been like if I’d gotten more than just those stolen kisses from Cruz.It really wasn’t just about the kisses. It was everything before and after that. I always had plans to be an actress. To leave this small town and prove I could be somebody, not just Roxanne Waters from across the tracks, whose father owned the motel on the hill. Most of my days were spent at the motel and my nights were spent taking night classes at the local college. I wanted out of Arlington Heights well—that was true about 5 hours ago, before sexy Cruz came back into my life.A quick glance at the wall clock tells me it’s time to get out of the office, so I can wait for Cruz at the front desk. I grimace as my stomach once again, becomes aflutter with nerves. He makes my heart beat fast and my insides heat up. I head out of the office, and as I walk up behind the counter, Cruz is there with a brilliant grin on his face. Damn. That smile, this man equaled to something very lickable. His dark hair looked damp and combed back. He’d changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black button down Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up. “Are you ready for that cup of coffee, Roxie?”Hell. I felt ready for coffee—ready for anything right at this moment. I barely, just barely hear the goodbye from Candy and manage to mutter a goodbye back. “Yep, I am.” I move from around the counter and walk next to him in a comfortable gait that soon matches his. This was going to be fun. Well, I hope it’s going to be fun. “So, is that little coffee shop still on fifth and Exeter?” Cruz asked me as we stepped out into the fading sunlight. It looked like such a beautiful evening, I couldn’t help but pause. The summer breeze seemed cooler in this part of the state because of the ocean. Though, for the area we’d had some record highs. Today wasn’t one of those days. The smell of the sea filled my lungs and I like it. I take a deep breath and sigh. “Mmm-hm, Mr. Bonaventure still owns it.”“I remember him having the best coffee and cinnamon rolls. Huge cinnamon rolls. Would you like to head over there with me? I’m buying, and of course you can get what you want.”I wondered if he realized that even though he’d been gone, a lot of people from the town had never left. This meant we were bound to run into people who recalled who he was and what happened. If he didn’t care, I wasn’t going to care about it—at least I was going to try. “I’m starving; I’d hoped you’d say that, you’re buying.” I giggled.He rolled his eyes. “Damn, I forgot you had a serious appetite back in the day. In school, you could eat with the best of them, I see that hasn’t changed.”“Nope it hasn’t.”Cruz looked me up and down. “How do you keep such a sexy figure?”“I do Pilates and jogging when I get the chance, plus I’ve always had a great metabolism.” He thinks I’m sexy!“You look fabulous Roxie.”I grin. It’s great knowing he thinks I look sexy and fabulous. Yeah, I mean I’ve been told it before but it didn’t seem cheesy to me since it came from him. Cruz saying those words seemed magical somehow.
Email: NikkiPrince@writeme.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/NikkiPrinceAuthor
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Nikki-Prince/e/B008LQPIP2/
Twitter: @AuthorNprince
Goodreads.com: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6433724.Nikki_Prince
Bio:
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA, The Beaumonde RWA, and the Rainbow Romance Writers (RRW).
January 29, 2014
Alpha's Claim Anthology Featuring Extinction by Jorja Lovett
Ready for another peek at the Alpha’s Claim Anthology from Evernight Publishing?Today’s guest author is Jorja Lovett and she’s brought a yummy morsel from her contribution to the anthology, Extinction.
Strength. Power. Domination.
The shifters in our Alpha's Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won't take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won't let anyone stop them from claiming their women. Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha?
I can't resist Evernight Publishing's anthologies. Especially when they put out a call for yummy Alpha shifters. My story in the anthology is Extinction. Here's a little snippet…
Extinction "You have nothing to be ashamed of." The look Lucas shot her pinged Holly's nipples into points against the flimsy fabric of her nightwear."You saw me naked?" Regardless of whether his tale was true or not, she hated that there was a possibility he had seen her at her most vulnerable."I think that makes us even, don't you?" He clutched the pillow closer to his groin. She'd have to remember to put the cover in the wash tomorrow."So, you've seen me in the nip, and I've seen you. It's been fun, but could you please fuck off now? It's been a long day." She wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend the past twenty-four hours had never happened."I didn't realize losing my father's funding would cause you such hardship. I'm sorry I upset you. That wasn't my intention." He had seen her tears after all. Bugger. That put her on the back foot."What did you think was going to happen? That we would put the flags out and celebrate our independence? As much as I detest saying it, we rely on your contribution to fund the project here." She had to set her weapon down so she could wipe away some more stupid tears."I'm still trying to get over the loss of my father. I guess I was trying to make it easier on myself by cutting a lot of ties to him. Listen, do you have something I can wear? It's impossible to have a serious conversation when I'm standing here with my balls in my hand." He peered at her from under lowered lids, sounding strangely vulnerable.Maybe he wasn't such a cold hearted bastard after all. She knew she would go completely doolally if anything happened to her parents. That still didn't make it any more appropriate for him to be stark bollock naked in her bedroom. The sooner he covered up his six-pack and that happy trail of hair dipping from his navel, the quicker she could resume hating him. She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door and threw it at him. "Thanks." He dropped the pillow to catch it in both hands.Fuck a duck! Holly tried to avert her eyes, but she could still see his junk swinging about in her peripheral vision as he dressed. "I think I'll go put the kettle on."
Available now from Evernight Publishing, Amazon, All Romance, and Bookstrand
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website
Strength. Power. Domination.
The shifters in our Alpha's Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won't take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won't let anyone stop them from claiming their women. Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha?I can't resist Evernight Publishing's anthologies. Especially when they put out a call for yummy Alpha shifters. My story in the anthology is Extinction. Here's a little snippet…
Extinction "You have nothing to be ashamed of." The look Lucas shot her pinged Holly's nipples into points against the flimsy fabric of her nightwear."You saw me naked?" Regardless of whether his tale was true or not, she hated that there was a possibility he had seen her at her most vulnerable."I think that makes us even, don't you?" He clutched the pillow closer to his groin. She'd have to remember to put the cover in the wash tomorrow."So, you've seen me in the nip, and I've seen you. It's been fun, but could you please fuck off now? It's been a long day." She wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend the past twenty-four hours had never happened."I didn't realize losing my father's funding would cause you such hardship. I'm sorry I upset you. That wasn't my intention." He had seen her tears after all. Bugger. That put her on the back foot."What did you think was going to happen? That we would put the flags out and celebrate our independence? As much as I detest saying it, we rely on your contribution to fund the project here." She had to set her weapon down so she could wipe away some more stupid tears."I'm still trying to get over the loss of my father. I guess I was trying to make it easier on myself by cutting a lot of ties to him. Listen, do you have something I can wear? It's impossible to have a serious conversation when I'm standing here with my balls in my hand." He peered at her from under lowered lids, sounding strangely vulnerable.Maybe he wasn't such a cold hearted bastard after all. She knew she would go completely doolally if anything happened to her parents. That still didn't make it any more appropriate for him to be stark bollock naked in her bedroom. The sooner he covered up his six-pack and that happy trail of hair dipping from his navel, the quicker she could resume hating him. She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door and threw it at him. "Thanks." He dropped the pillow to catch it in both hands.Fuck a duck! Holly tried to avert her eyes, but she could still see his junk swinging about in her peripheral vision as he dressed. "I think I'll go put the kettle on."
Available now from Evernight Publishing, Amazon, All Romance, and Bookstrand
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website
January 26, 2014
Alpha's Claim Anthology: Panther Ridge by Jessica Jayne
Welcome everyone!!We have Jessica Jayne back today, and she’s going to dazzle us with her story, “Panther Ridge,” from the Alpha’s Claim Anthologyfrom Evernight Publishing. Grab a chair and something to drink because Jessica has a yummy little snack for you to all nibble on!!
Strength. Power. Domination. The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common – they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?
“Panther Ridge” by Jessica JayneNathan Thorne is many things. Confident. Proud. Strong. Ruggedly good-looking. And a firefighter. But what really makes him different from most men is that he’s part animal… literally…he shifts into a Florida panther. Nate has spent most of his life a loner, finding satisfaction in random women and roaming his one hundred fifty acres of Florida flatlands in Panther Ridge that his mother left him. He was content. But when Ciara Black enters Nate’s favorite hangout he doesn’t know what hit him. She’s everything he’s ever desired and he knows without a doubt that she’s his mate.Ciara is on the run trying to escape her father and step-brother’s attempts to steal her Momma’s money. Life is hard and full of disappointments until she meets Nate Thorne. He turns her inside out with just a few words and a smile. When someone threatens Ciara, Nate can’t do anything but protect what’s his. Can Ciara love him and the animal within?
Excerpt:“What brought you to town, Ciara?” Nate asked. His gaze wandered over her face. Her nose dipped just slightly giving her a delicate look. Her lips were full and pouty, perfect for wrapping around his cock. Fuck! I need to get my head on straight. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been laid. But it had been that long since he’d wanted so desperately to be laid by a particular female. In fact, this may have been the only time he could remember feeling only one female could bring him the release he needed, and that female was her. Every ounce of him, body and soul, told him Ciara was his mate. “A change,” she said, softly, finally looking away from him. “A change from what?” he pushed. “A change from my family,” she said, opening the cooler and apparently checking the stock. “What’s wrong with your family?” Nate asked. “Jack’s a great guy.” Shutting the cooler door, she turned to face him. Placing her hands on the counter, she leaned in closer to him. Her scent enveloped him and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from growling. “Uncle Jack’s not the problem. He’s the reason I stayed in Florida. Otherwise, I’d have headed out west to get clear of my money-grubbing father and stepbrother,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “You’re quite the nibby-nose!”“Just like to know who’s pouring my beer,” he said with a smirk.“Are you going to look at me all night like you want to eat me alive?” Nate’s hands shot out to grasp her wrist in such a quick fashion that Ciara looked stunned. Being a panther shifter made him more agile than most normal men. His quickness had saved his life on more than one occasion, but it also benefitted him in situations like this one where he wanted to make a point and catch someone off guard. The feel of her skin against his was more than he could take, and the growl that he had been trying to stifle escaped.“I am going to eat you alive,” he whispered, tightening his grip on her wrists. Her blue eyes widened. Though there was a hint of fear in her eyes, he also saw the desire, and that made him continue. “I’m going to bury my tongue in that sweet little pussy of yours until you come all over my face. I can’t wait to taste you.” She inhaled sharply at his words.
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A little about Jessica Jayne:
I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!
In the journey of life, I got my law degree (and license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.
I love to read and write... obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! Go Lightning! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J
Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”
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Strength. Power. Domination. The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common – they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?
“Panther Ridge” by Jessica JayneNathan Thorne is many things. Confident. Proud. Strong. Ruggedly good-looking. And a firefighter. But what really makes him different from most men is that he’s part animal… literally…he shifts into a Florida panther. Nate has spent most of his life a loner, finding satisfaction in random women and roaming his one hundred fifty acres of Florida flatlands in Panther Ridge that his mother left him. He was content. But when Ciara Black enters Nate’s favorite hangout he doesn’t know what hit him. She’s everything he’s ever desired and he knows without a doubt that she’s his mate.Ciara is on the run trying to escape her father and step-brother’s attempts to steal her Momma’s money. Life is hard and full of disappointments until she meets Nate Thorne. He turns her inside out with just a few words and a smile. When someone threatens Ciara, Nate can’t do anything but protect what’s his. Can Ciara love him and the animal within?Excerpt:“What brought you to town, Ciara?” Nate asked. His gaze wandered over her face. Her nose dipped just slightly giving her a delicate look. Her lips were full and pouty, perfect for wrapping around his cock. Fuck! I need to get my head on straight. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been laid. But it had been that long since he’d wanted so desperately to be laid by a particular female. In fact, this may have been the only time he could remember feeling only one female could bring him the release he needed, and that female was her. Every ounce of him, body and soul, told him Ciara was his mate. “A change,” she said, softly, finally looking away from him. “A change from what?” he pushed. “A change from my family,” she said, opening the cooler and apparently checking the stock. “What’s wrong with your family?” Nate asked. “Jack’s a great guy.” Shutting the cooler door, she turned to face him. Placing her hands on the counter, she leaned in closer to him. Her scent enveloped him and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from growling. “Uncle Jack’s not the problem. He’s the reason I stayed in Florida. Otherwise, I’d have headed out west to get clear of my money-grubbing father and stepbrother,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “You’re quite the nibby-nose!”“Just like to know who’s pouring my beer,” he said with a smirk.“Are you going to look at me all night like you want to eat me alive?” Nate’s hands shot out to grasp her wrist in such a quick fashion that Ciara looked stunned. Being a panther shifter made him more agile than most normal men. His quickness had saved his life on more than one occasion, but it also benefitted him in situations like this one where he wanted to make a point and catch someone off guard. The feel of her skin against his was more than he could take, and the growl that he had been trying to stifle escaped.“I am going to eat you alive,” he whispered, tightening his grip on her wrists. Her blue eyes widened. Though there was a hint of fear in her eyes, he also saw the desire, and that made him continue. “I’m going to bury my tongue in that sweet little pussy of yours until you come all over my face. I can’t wait to taste you.” She inhaled sharply at his words.
Buy Links:Evernight:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alphas-claim/ Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alphas-Claim-Avril-Ashton-ebook/dp/B00I0HI8T0/ref=la_B00BTIL6V4_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390603510&sr=1-5 ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alpha039sclaim-1404571-166.html Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/alphas-claim
A little about Jessica Jayne:
I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!
In the journey of life, I got my law degree (and license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.
I love to read and write... obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! Go Lightning! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J
Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”
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January 18, 2014
A Love Unfinished by Bethany-Kris
Welcome back!!Today, we have my fellow Evernight author, Bethany-Kris who's brought a yummy excerpt from her newly released novel, A Love Unfinished.
Over two decades ago, an attack on The Clan of Cobalt left families of dragons in ruins; now, with the clans able to start rebuilding their lives, history is beginning to rewrite, one dragon and one mate at a time… Dani Heartview spent a year running from the past she can’t forget and it’s about to catch up in the form of Holden Levy. When he suddenly disappeared, she was devastated, but now he’s back. Even if she can’t deny their connection, the man who returned is vastly different from the one who left. With Holden’s secrets uncovered, the Alpha dragon inside the man is demanding for its mate to be claimed, but there’s danger lurking close by. Still, his abandonment is a monster she can’t shake. Can she forgive to restart their life, and if she does, can Dani handle exactly what it means to be a dragon’s mate?
Clans of Fire, Book One
“Get away from me,” I hissed. “You have no right to be here.” Emotion broke through on his handsome features, marring it with sadness as my eyes blurred with unshed tears. “Please, Dani…” “Stop saying my name.” My voice was rising to an unhealthy octave. My heart was pounding at a too fast pace. Why would he be here? He had to have known I wouldn’t want him here. “Stop sharing my fucking air. For God sakes, get out of my space, Holden.” “Ouch, man.” Holden didn’t even glance back at his friend. “Shut up, Duran.” There was a timber in his tone, something else I didn’t recognize from the man standing before me. I felt wetness drip down my cheeks. “Oh, Dani, please don’t cry…I didn’t come here to make you cry, baby.” Baby? “Who in the hel—”“Dani!” Jade was out of the kitchen and rushing over to my side. She barely noted the men or my heartbroken expression. That, or she mistook it for the pain of the coffee spill. “Did you get burned?” “I’m fine.” Those words were the biggest lie I’d ever spoken. “She’s not,” Holden replied quietly. “Could you get a cool cloth and the first aid kit, if you have one?” “I’m fine,” I repeated. “Jade, could you handle these guys, please?” “Dani, wait.” “Holden, I swear to God if you don’t walk out of this place right now and never look back, I will…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because there wasn’t anything I didn’t already feel for him. Hate. Love. Desire. Disgust. I felt all of that. With him being so close, it only served to make me more confused. Defeated, air rushed from my lungs, in a harsh exhale. “Leave, right now.” Jade appeared lost. “Um…okay, I’m going to grab the first aid. You’re going to stay here and sit down.” Duran smiled at Jade when no one responded. “Thanks, sweetheart.” Holden hadn’t taken his eyes off me. When he moved forward, I backed up. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want you near me.” Agony pulled Holden’s full lips into a frown. “Let me explain.” “I told you this wouldn’t be the best place to approach her,” Duran said. “We should have waited.” “We don’t have that kind of time.” “Why haven’t you left?” I asked, feeling a seething rage beginning to take over my initial shock and pain. “Have I not made it clear enough yet that you’re not welcomed?” “You made it clear.” Holden’s gaze flickered up to the ceiling, a tick showing in his strong jaw. “But it’s not that simple. One minute, Dani. That’s all I’m asking for. After all we were, don’t you owe me that?” “Owe you?” My hands trembled. The sudden burst of fury and courage that swept over me was all consuming. I stepped up to him and slammed my fist into his chest. Holden barely flinched and the action hurt me a great deal more than it must have him, but emotional pain registered in his eyes. “I owe you. Are you fucking insane? You left me, Holden. Left me in Tennessee with nothing. Not a goddamned explanation, not a goodbye…nothing!” I hit him in the chest again, disbelief coursing through me. “How could you ever say that I owe you after everything you did to me? I waited for months. I called your phone every day. I texted, emailed, and left messages until your inbox was full. You could have been dead if not for that stupid note. I defended you when it was clear you didn’t want me anymore … Once, Holden. All you had to do was answer me back just once! You up and walked away from me, from our home, and our life without a single care in the world. And you have the audacity to say that I owe you anything?” “Do not…” he growled, face suddenly mere inches from mine, “…say that I just walked away from you, Dani. I never would have walked away from you like that had I been given the choice. Ever.” His response only served to fuel my rage. “Well, excuse me for living. What would you call me waking up to an empty house, with a note on the counter, and no you to be seen again, exactly?” Anger clouded his face. “What did that note say, Dani?” “Holden, calm down.” Duran was up off the bench, a hand on his friend’s shuddering arm. Rippling tension flowed between the men, but my former lover and fiancé didn’t register the one person attempting to help the situation. No, his focus was solely on me. “Come on, we’ll do this another time.” “You won’t do it ever again,” I spat hatefully. “Yes, I will. I have to. I can’t be me without you.” That confession struck me like a knife in the chest, the blade twisting painfully. Holden breathed deeply, the fight suddenly gone from his body as quickly as it came. “I will always come back for you. I lo—”“No, you don’t. You never did. If you had, this…” I said with a wave at us, “…wouldn’t have happened.”
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Author Bio: Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. With her children under her feet, animals at her side, and spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
Author Links: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Amazon | Goodreads
Over two decades ago, an attack on The Clan of Cobalt left families of dragons in ruins; now, with the clans able to start rebuilding their lives, history is beginning to rewrite, one dragon and one mate at a time… Dani Heartview spent a year running from the past she can’t forget and it’s about to catch up in the form of Holden Levy. When he suddenly disappeared, she was devastated, but now he’s back. Even if she can’t deny their connection, the man who returned is vastly different from the one who left. With Holden’s secrets uncovered, the Alpha dragon inside the man is demanding for its mate to be claimed, but there’s danger lurking close by. Still, his abandonment is a monster she can’t shake. Can she forgive to restart their life, and if she does, can Dani handle exactly what it means to be a dragon’s mate?
Clans of Fire, Book One
“Get away from me,” I hissed. “You have no right to be here.” Emotion broke through on his handsome features, marring it with sadness as my eyes blurred with unshed tears. “Please, Dani…” “Stop saying my name.” My voice was rising to an unhealthy octave. My heart was pounding at a too fast pace. Why would he be here? He had to have known I wouldn’t want him here. “Stop sharing my fucking air. For God sakes, get out of my space, Holden.” “Ouch, man.” Holden didn’t even glance back at his friend. “Shut up, Duran.” There was a timber in his tone, something else I didn’t recognize from the man standing before me. I felt wetness drip down my cheeks. “Oh, Dani, please don’t cry…I didn’t come here to make you cry, baby.” Baby? “Who in the hel—”“Dani!” Jade was out of the kitchen and rushing over to my side. She barely noted the men or my heartbroken expression. That, or she mistook it for the pain of the coffee spill. “Did you get burned?” “I’m fine.” Those words were the biggest lie I’d ever spoken. “She’s not,” Holden replied quietly. “Could you get a cool cloth and the first aid kit, if you have one?” “I’m fine,” I repeated. “Jade, could you handle these guys, please?” “Dani, wait.” “Holden, I swear to God if you don’t walk out of this place right now and never look back, I will…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because there wasn’t anything I didn’t already feel for him. Hate. Love. Desire. Disgust. I felt all of that. With him being so close, it only served to make me more confused. Defeated, air rushed from my lungs, in a harsh exhale. “Leave, right now.” Jade appeared lost. “Um…okay, I’m going to grab the first aid. You’re going to stay here and sit down.” Duran smiled at Jade when no one responded. “Thanks, sweetheart.” Holden hadn’t taken his eyes off me. When he moved forward, I backed up. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want you near me.” Agony pulled Holden’s full lips into a frown. “Let me explain.” “I told you this wouldn’t be the best place to approach her,” Duran said. “We should have waited.” “We don’t have that kind of time.” “Why haven’t you left?” I asked, feeling a seething rage beginning to take over my initial shock and pain. “Have I not made it clear enough yet that you’re not welcomed?” “You made it clear.” Holden’s gaze flickered up to the ceiling, a tick showing in his strong jaw. “But it’s not that simple. One minute, Dani. That’s all I’m asking for. After all we were, don’t you owe me that?” “Owe you?” My hands trembled. The sudden burst of fury and courage that swept over me was all consuming. I stepped up to him and slammed my fist into his chest. Holden barely flinched and the action hurt me a great deal more than it must have him, but emotional pain registered in his eyes. “I owe you. Are you fucking insane? You left me, Holden. Left me in Tennessee with nothing. Not a goddamned explanation, not a goodbye…nothing!” I hit him in the chest again, disbelief coursing through me. “How could you ever say that I owe you after everything you did to me? I waited for months. I called your phone every day. I texted, emailed, and left messages until your inbox was full. You could have been dead if not for that stupid note. I defended you when it was clear you didn’t want me anymore … Once, Holden. All you had to do was answer me back just once! You up and walked away from me, from our home, and our life without a single care in the world. And you have the audacity to say that I owe you anything?” “Do not…” he growled, face suddenly mere inches from mine, “…say that I just walked away from you, Dani. I never would have walked away from you like that had I been given the choice. Ever.” His response only served to fuel my rage. “Well, excuse me for living. What would you call me waking up to an empty house, with a note on the counter, and no you to be seen again, exactly?” Anger clouded his face. “What did that note say, Dani?” “Holden, calm down.” Duran was up off the bench, a hand on his friend’s shuddering arm. Rippling tension flowed between the men, but my former lover and fiancé didn’t register the one person attempting to help the situation. No, his focus was solely on me. “Come on, we’ll do this another time.” “You won’t do it ever again,” I spat hatefully. “Yes, I will. I have to. I can’t be me without you.” That confession struck me like a knife in the chest, the blade twisting painfully. Holden breathed deeply, the fight suddenly gone from his body as quickly as it came. “I will always come back for you. I lo—”“No, you don’t. You never did. If you had, this…” I said with a wave at us, “…wouldn’t have happened.”
Buy Links: Amazon| Evernight Publishing | Bookstrand| All Romance ebooks |
Author Bio: Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. With her children under her feet, animals at her side, and spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
Author Links: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Amazon | Goodreads
January 12, 2014
Sealed With a Kiss Welcomes Doris O'Connor and Her Latest Novel, The Bear Project!
It’s been a minute since today’s guest has visited, so excuse me while I do a little happy dance!! Doris O'Connor ranks up there as not only one of the best authors I know, she’s also a pretty cool lady!! Though I've never had the pleasure of meeting her in person, if I’m ever lucky enough to take a trip across the pond, stopping by her place for a cup of tea or coffee would definitely be on my list of “things to do!! I won’t keep you waiting … Please welcome, Doris O'Connor, and check out her novel, The Bear Project!
Thanks so much for having me here today. J I once read that you need to hook the reader within the first page, if not the first sentence. Clearly, this has stuck with me, because a lot of the times I have nothing but that first sentence in my head niggling away at me until I sit down and write the story.In this case I've had that first sentence for ages…"If he keeps you waiting, he's not worth waiting for, sugar."****Now, who do you picture saying that, as he bends down to whisper it into your ear? In my mind's eye, I knew he was some sort of bad boy, with a deep south American accent, which meant my heroine had to be on holiday, because I always place my stories in the UK.Ohh, a holiday fling? No, a one night stand with a shifter, because I knew that's who he was immediately. He was too intense to be anyone else, too intent on claiming her, and then there was that element of immediate danger…****"That's really none of your business, now, is it?"Emmi held her ground, and inwardly cursed at the heat climbing into her cheeks under his silent scrutiny. Microbes under the microscope were surely studied with less intensity than this sexy stranger was showing her. It was unnerving and far too arousing. Emmi crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples’ embarrassingly obvious reaction to his close proximity. However, there was nothing she could do about her knickers’ increasing dampness. She never reacted like this to any man, dammit. What did they put into the drinks around here? And more importantly what was she going to do, stuck in this bar, in the middle of nowhere?"You're wrong, you know." He smiled, and Emmi's pussy practically did the samba in response to that almost growl.He dipped his head lower, until he was so close that their breaths mingled, and it took all of Emmi's will power to not just close that distance and press her mouth to his firm lips."I am?"Cole smiled in answer and ran just one finger along her jaw-line. The calloused pad left a trail of heated need in its wake, and Emmi found it difficult to breathe. The crowded bar faded into the background, until she was only aware of Cole."Yes, you are.""Why?" she asked on a shuddery exhale, and he tapped her nose with a sinful smirk, that had her insides tightening in need until she wanted to jump his bones. His delicious scent intensified. It called to her in an indefinable manner. It should be illegal for any man to smell so good."Because you're mine."****She is, you know—his that is. Emmi is Cole's mate and this bear shifter will move heaven and earth to claim her. Nothing and no one will stand in his way, not the council, not his position, certainly not any rules or the threat to the bloodlines.Nothing, but one small human called Emmi, that is. Giving in to this insane attraction is all well and good, but that's all it was. A moment of temporary insanity.Back in the UK, she has a life to lead, her career. She is not going to throw all that away for a drifter, some dangerous rogue, who she has nothing in common with.Well… you know that old saying. Never judge a book by its cover… Cole Jackson is as far removed from her first impression as can be. Oh, he's sex-on-legs gorgeous, dominant, and decidedly foul mouthed in the bedroom, but he's also loyal, and protective and you really don't want to cross him.Far from the drifter he appears to be, he's a man of wealth and position, and he's here to stay, for however long it takes to convince Emmi that she's his—come what may…
When Animal conservationist Emmi Layne meets bad boy Cole Jackson there is no denying the instant lust between them. She has a thing for bears, after all. However, you cannot build a relationship on awesome sex alone, especially when you live on different continents, and have nothing in common.Everything changes, when Emmi discovers that their night of passion has left her with more than erotic memories. She has no means of contacting him, even if she wanted to, but she hasn't counted on this bear shifter's determination.Cole is not what he seems, and he will stop at nothing to claim what's his—even if that means breaking all the rules.Can he trust the mating bond to deliver, or will it spell the end of an ancient blood line?With the odds stacked against them, can this unlikely duo find happiness together?
Excerpt:A moan slipped out from Emmi, and his balls drew tight in anticipation, as she, too, lost what cover his old shirt afforded her. She licked her lips, her gaze riveted on his erection, and he grinned. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him, and he bent down, and grabbing her ankles, pulled her down the bed until her ass was half hanging off it and he could step right between her legs. This position opened her cunt for his inspection, and her scent grew in potency as her juices coated her pussy lips. Cole stroked himself harder in response to that sight, and she whimpered. That tiny sound pitched his need to claim her to new heights, but he wanted her begging for his cock and so wet and ready that she couldn't stand it anymore. A vision of keeping her like this, naked and at his mercy, filled his vision. Her curves would look so beautiful bound by Shibari rope, as she begged him for her orgasm.His dick jumped at the thought, and he used the natural lubrication of his pre-cum to aid the ever faster up and downward glide of his hand."Cole, let me…" Emmi looked up at him, her eyes so dark with her own need it took his breath away."No, I want to watch you come for me." A fierce blush spread all over her skin at his husky words, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw blood. The metallic smell filled his nostrils, and his bear roared. "Use your fingers to spread yourself wider, so that I can see what you're doing. Tell me what it feels like, and how much you want my cock, sugar."Emmi shivered and closed her eyes, but her hands did slowly slide down to the apex of her thighs."Use your words, baby. I want to hear you.""Oh God." Her groan matched his when she spread her labia wide and circled her clit with one finger. The little nubbin swelled under her ministrations as all the blood rushed to the surface."That's my girl. Fill your hole with your fingers, and imagine it's my cock, sugar."Emmi complied, and the little needy sounds she made at the back of her throat were pure music to his ears."Words, Emmi, use them.""I … I can't. I just … I want to come so badly. My fingers are not enough. I'm gripping them imagining they're your cock filling me, thrusting in. I want you so badly."He growled, and she pumped her fingers faster until the wet sounds of her greedy pussy filled the room. The trembles started as her orgasm took hold, and Cole grabbed her thighs and took over.Emmi screamed when his tongue replaced her fingers, and her essence flowed freely into his waiting mouth. His bear grunted his approval, and Cole blew against her slit and then bit down on her clit. The action sent Emmi over the edge, and he pushed two of his fingers into her clenching pussy hole. She rode those fingers as her whole body bowed off the bed and tightened before she slumped back down, moaning and writhing under his fingers and tongue. Cole kept up his assault until the last tremors stopped and then crawled up her limp and sweat slicked body to kiss her."You're not playing fair." She mumbled the words and ran her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders and then down his back until she could reach his ass. With his body cocooned between her thighs, his cock slid up and down her wet slit and he indulged himself by thrusting into her just once.Her cunt closed around him like a velvet fist, and Emmi pushed her feet into his calves and lifted up to meet his thrust. Their gazes locked when he pulled out and then pushed into her wet heat again."Oh, God, Cole, you're driving me insane."His little human bucked against him, and her vaginal muscles clenched and released around his dick in an effort to hurry him along. It took all of Cole's willpower and self-control to not simply give her what she wanted, but he withdrew again until just the tip of his dick remained inside her entrance.Emmi shook and groaned and pleaded, and he ground his teeth to stop himself form coming."No, we'll do this my way. Stop trying to hurry me, sugar, or I'll tie you to this bed and leave you hanging."Her sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he paused half in half out of her sweet cunt, until he could nudge her sweet spot with short, shallow thrusts that had her luscious body climbing again. He could see it in the way her eyes clouded over, and her breathing quickened. Her fingernails scored his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Cole welcomed the slight pain, as he pushed her over that edge again."That's my girl. Come for me again. Beautiful."He withdrew and flipped her over, so that she was bent over the side off the bed. With her knees on the floor, and her legs spread wide, her ass was there for him to play with, and Cole smacked one cheek and then pushed his fingers back into her vagina.A rush of air escaped Emmi's lungs, and she groaned into the bed covers and lifted her ass up to give him better access.Cole rubbed his stubble along her shoulder blades and kissed her spine. A shudder went through her body, and she sighed his name when he withdrew."What, baby? Do you want me to spank you again?"He delivered another open handed swat to her other cheek with enough force to leave a bright mark on her pale flesh as the blood rushed to the surface. His possessive bear urged him to do it again, to mark her body with his hands and claws and teeth, but the man needed to be sure she was on board with this."Yes, God, yes, please, Cole, anything. That feels so fucking good."
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****A little about Doris...
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Thanks so much for having me here today. J I once read that you need to hook the reader within the first page, if not the first sentence. Clearly, this has stuck with me, because a lot of the times I have nothing but that first sentence in my head niggling away at me until I sit down and write the story.In this case I've had that first sentence for ages…"If he keeps you waiting, he's not worth waiting for, sugar."****Now, who do you picture saying that, as he bends down to whisper it into your ear? In my mind's eye, I knew he was some sort of bad boy, with a deep south American accent, which meant my heroine had to be on holiday, because I always place my stories in the UK.Ohh, a holiday fling? No, a one night stand with a shifter, because I knew that's who he was immediately. He was too intense to be anyone else, too intent on claiming her, and then there was that element of immediate danger…****"That's really none of your business, now, is it?"Emmi held her ground, and inwardly cursed at the heat climbing into her cheeks under his silent scrutiny. Microbes under the microscope were surely studied with less intensity than this sexy stranger was showing her. It was unnerving and far too arousing. Emmi crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples’ embarrassingly obvious reaction to his close proximity. However, there was nothing she could do about her knickers’ increasing dampness. She never reacted like this to any man, dammit. What did they put into the drinks around here? And more importantly what was she going to do, stuck in this bar, in the middle of nowhere?"You're wrong, you know." He smiled, and Emmi's pussy practically did the samba in response to that almost growl.He dipped his head lower, until he was so close that their breaths mingled, and it took all of Emmi's will power to not just close that distance and press her mouth to his firm lips."I am?"Cole smiled in answer and ran just one finger along her jaw-line. The calloused pad left a trail of heated need in its wake, and Emmi found it difficult to breathe. The crowded bar faded into the background, until she was only aware of Cole."Yes, you are.""Why?" she asked on a shuddery exhale, and he tapped her nose with a sinful smirk, that had her insides tightening in need until she wanted to jump his bones. His delicious scent intensified. It called to her in an indefinable manner. It should be illegal for any man to smell so good."Because you're mine."****She is, you know—his that is. Emmi is Cole's mate and this bear shifter will move heaven and earth to claim her. Nothing and no one will stand in his way, not the council, not his position, certainly not any rules or the threat to the bloodlines.Nothing, but one small human called Emmi, that is. Giving in to this insane attraction is all well and good, but that's all it was. A moment of temporary insanity.Back in the UK, she has a life to lead, her career. She is not going to throw all that away for a drifter, some dangerous rogue, who she has nothing in common with.Well… you know that old saying. Never judge a book by its cover… Cole Jackson is as far removed from her first impression as can be. Oh, he's sex-on-legs gorgeous, dominant, and decidedly foul mouthed in the bedroom, but he's also loyal, and protective and you really don't want to cross him.Far from the drifter he appears to be, he's a man of wealth and position, and he's here to stay, for however long it takes to convince Emmi that she's his—come what may…
When Animal conservationist Emmi Layne meets bad boy Cole Jackson there is no denying the instant lust between them. She has a thing for bears, after all. However, you cannot build a relationship on awesome sex alone, especially when you live on different continents, and have nothing in common.Everything changes, when Emmi discovers that their night of passion has left her with more than erotic memories. She has no means of contacting him, even if she wanted to, but she hasn't counted on this bear shifter's determination.Cole is not what he seems, and he will stop at nothing to claim what's his—even if that means breaking all the rules.Can he trust the mating bond to deliver, or will it spell the end of an ancient blood line?With the odds stacked against them, can this unlikely duo find happiness together? Excerpt:A moan slipped out from Emmi, and his balls drew tight in anticipation, as she, too, lost what cover his old shirt afforded her. She licked her lips, her gaze riveted on his erection, and he grinned. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him, and he bent down, and grabbing her ankles, pulled her down the bed until her ass was half hanging off it and he could step right between her legs. This position opened her cunt for his inspection, and her scent grew in potency as her juices coated her pussy lips. Cole stroked himself harder in response to that sight, and she whimpered. That tiny sound pitched his need to claim her to new heights, but he wanted her begging for his cock and so wet and ready that she couldn't stand it anymore. A vision of keeping her like this, naked and at his mercy, filled his vision. Her curves would look so beautiful bound by Shibari rope, as she begged him for her orgasm.His dick jumped at the thought, and he used the natural lubrication of his pre-cum to aid the ever faster up and downward glide of his hand."Cole, let me…" Emmi looked up at him, her eyes so dark with her own need it took his breath away."No, I want to watch you come for me." A fierce blush spread all over her skin at his husky words, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw blood. The metallic smell filled his nostrils, and his bear roared. "Use your fingers to spread yourself wider, so that I can see what you're doing. Tell me what it feels like, and how much you want my cock, sugar."Emmi shivered and closed her eyes, but her hands did slowly slide down to the apex of her thighs."Use your words, baby. I want to hear you.""Oh God." Her groan matched his when she spread her labia wide and circled her clit with one finger. The little nubbin swelled under her ministrations as all the blood rushed to the surface."That's my girl. Fill your hole with your fingers, and imagine it's my cock, sugar."Emmi complied, and the little needy sounds she made at the back of her throat were pure music to his ears."Words, Emmi, use them.""I … I can't. I just … I want to come so badly. My fingers are not enough. I'm gripping them imagining they're your cock filling me, thrusting in. I want you so badly."He growled, and she pumped her fingers faster until the wet sounds of her greedy pussy filled the room. The trembles started as her orgasm took hold, and Cole grabbed her thighs and took over.Emmi screamed when his tongue replaced her fingers, and her essence flowed freely into his waiting mouth. His bear grunted his approval, and Cole blew against her slit and then bit down on her clit. The action sent Emmi over the edge, and he pushed two of his fingers into her clenching pussy hole. She rode those fingers as her whole body bowed off the bed and tightened before she slumped back down, moaning and writhing under his fingers and tongue. Cole kept up his assault until the last tremors stopped and then crawled up her limp and sweat slicked body to kiss her."You're not playing fair." She mumbled the words and ran her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders and then down his back until she could reach his ass. With his body cocooned between her thighs, his cock slid up and down her wet slit and he indulged himself by thrusting into her just once.Her cunt closed around him like a velvet fist, and Emmi pushed her feet into his calves and lifted up to meet his thrust. Their gazes locked when he pulled out and then pushed into her wet heat again."Oh, God, Cole, you're driving me insane."His little human bucked against him, and her vaginal muscles clenched and released around his dick in an effort to hurry him along. It took all of Cole's willpower and self-control to not simply give her what she wanted, but he withdrew again until just the tip of his dick remained inside her entrance.Emmi shook and groaned and pleaded, and he ground his teeth to stop himself form coming."No, we'll do this my way. Stop trying to hurry me, sugar, or I'll tie you to this bed and leave you hanging."Her sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he paused half in half out of her sweet cunt, until he could nudge her sweet spot with short, shallow thrusts that had her luscious body climbing again. He could see it in the way her eyes clouded over, and her breathing quickened. Her fingernails scored his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Cole welcomed the slight pain, as he pushed her over that edge again."That's my girl. Come for me again. Beautiful."He withdrew and flipped her over, so that she was bent over the side off the bed. With her knees on the floor, and her legs spread wide, her ass was there for him to play with, and Cole smacked one cheek and then pushed his fingers back into her vagina.A rush of air escaped Emmi's lungs, and she groaned into the bed covers and lifted her ass up to give him better access.Cole rubbed his stubble along her shoulder blades and kissed her spine. A shudder went through her body, and she sighed his name when he withdrew."What, baby? Do you want me to spank you again?"He delivered another open handed swat to her other cheek with enough force to leave a bright mark on her pale flesh as the blood rushed to the surface. His possessive bear urged him to do it again, to mark her body with his hands and claws and teeth, but the man needed to be sure she was on board with this."Yes, God, yes, please, Cole, anything. That feels so fucking good."
For all buy links check out this link: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/the-bear-project.html
****A little about Doris...
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Stalking LinksWebsite Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrandBarnes&Noble
January 9, 2014
Crashed by Author Dawn Robertson!
Happy New Year everyone!!I had a wonderful holiday season and now I am excited to get 2014 off to a super-hot start!!What better way to do that than with a hot new guest!! Please help me welcome Dawn Robertson as she introduces her new release, Crashed!!
One Thing Emily Taylor has always longed for is a happily ever after. After a series of losses, betrayals, and a few crap-tastic dating experiences, she has settled into a simple life which includes little more than her cat, work, and a foul-mouthed best friend. Then, she meets Avery.... Avery Martin is a simple man, a country boy at heart who is working at his dream job as a fireman. When he responds to a nasty car accident, he is immediately taken with the petite blonde he finds pinned in the wreckage. Crossing professional lines, he strikes up a friendship with her. But can they settle for friendship when their forever is staring them in the face? Or will an ex with a vendetta drive them apart?
**Contains: Adult Content and Some Explicit Scenes
http://www.amazon.com/Crashed-Dawn-Robertson-ebook/dp/B00HL2MGPM/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1388955923&sr=8-3&keywords=dawn+robertson
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Join Dawn Robertson and Beau Coup Publishing for the release party of the steamy fire fighter romance, Crashed! Monday January 13, 2014 at 9:00 pm est
Books Available Now
Crashed: http://amzn.to/1a8lroMHers (#1): http://amzn.com/B00FS2WBFM
Finding Willow (Hers #2): http://amzn.com/B00GXKIC8S
Kink the Halls (Hers #3): http://amzn.com/B00H1AIHIO
Coming in 2014:Take Me Out – Coming Spring 2014 from Beau Coup PublishingThis Girl Stripped (Hers #4) – Coming March 2014
His (Hers #5) – Coming Summer 2014Uncomplicated (A Vegas Girls Novella) – Coming Summer 2014
Dawn Online:Website: http://eroticadawn.com
Facebook: http://facebook.comauthordawnrobertson
Twitter: http://twitter.com/eroticadawn
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/dawnrobertson
About Dawn: Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something romance author and mother. She lives in sunny senior-citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy. Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.
Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.
One Thing Emily Taylor has always longed for is a happily ever after. After a series of losses, betrayals, and a few crap-tastic dating experiences, she has settled into a simple life which includes little more than her cat, work, and a foul-mouthed best friend. Then, she meets Avery.... Avery Martin is a simple man, a country boy at heart who is working at his dream job as a fireman. When he responds to a nasty car accident, he is immediately taken with the petite blonde he finds pinned in the wreckage. Crossing professional lines, he strikes up a friendship with her. But can they settle for friendship when their forever is staring them in the face? Or will an ex with a vendetta drive them apart?
**Contains: Adult Content and Some Explicit Scenes
http://www.amazon.com/Crashed-Dawn-Robertson-ebook/dp/B00HL2MGPM/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1388955923&sr=8-3&keywords=dawn+robertson
https://www.facebook.com/events/194476430742241/
Join Dawn Robertson and Beau Coup Publishing for the release party of the steamy fire fighter romance, Crashed! Monday January 13, 2014 at 9:00 pm est
Books Available Now
Crashed: http://amzn.to/1a8lroMHers (#1): http://amzn.com/B00FS2WBFM
Finding Willow (Hers #2): http://amzn.com/B00GXKIC8S
Kink the Halls (Hers #3): http://amzn.com/B00H1AIHIO
Coming in 2014:Take Me Out – Coming Spring 2014 from Beau Coup PublishingThis Girl Stripped (Hers #4) – Coming March 2014
His (Hers #5) – Coming Summer 2014Uncomplicated (A Vegas Girls Novella) – Coming Summer 2014
Dawn Online:Website: http://eroticadawn.com
Facebook: http://facebook.comauthordawnrobertson
Twitter: http://twitter.com/eroticadawn
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/dawnrobertson
About Dawn: Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something romance author and mother. She lives in sunny senior-citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy. Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.
Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.
December 16, 2013
Christmas with Caden by Nikka Michaels
Welcome everyone!! I hope you’re all set for the holidays with plenty of mistletoe, eggnog, and for those who live dangerously, powered-sugar coated rum balls. I also hope you have a little romance in the form of a sizzling book to cuddle up with when the weather outside is frightful.My guest today, Nikka Michaels, can definitely help with the yummy read, and she’s here today to tease us with her latest release, “Christmas with Caden.”
Paige Anthony is annoyed at spending Friday night at the company Christmas party. She’s bored until she spots the son of the boss, Caden Davis dancing and is intrigued.When Caden saves Paige from the advances of his brother, she looks at him in a new light. A few sexy dances later, she manages to forget the horrible beginning of the night. When she decides to leave, he offers to walk her home and admits he’s wanted her for a while. Will Paige’s attraction be enough to make her forget about holidays past and consider Christmas with Caden?
EXCERPT:
“Is this how you really dance? Because you can show me the real you, you know. After all, you did just middle school dance me. I want a Caden dance.”His slow, wicked smile made her stomach flip and heat flood her skin. “You want me? You got me.”Slowly he spun her in a circle, her back resting against the front of his body. His hands settled on her hips, squeezing gently as he nuzzled her ear. His fingers pulled the fabric of her dress taut against her nipples as the delicious friction intensified with every move. She bit back a low moan at the sensation.“This is me. This is how I really dance.”Shivering at the feel of his warm breath against her ear, she closed her eyes and let her body go loose, relaxing as she moved with the beat of the music. His hands smoothed up and down her sides, teasingly light as he moved with her, not guiding but simply moving with her.Through the thin fabric of her dress and his shirt and suit pants, heat from his body added to the sweat that beaded on her skin. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass when she rocked back into him, though he let her lead all their movement. The club had gotten more crowded as they’d danced. The look on his face when she glanced up at him was one of hunger, his heavy-lidded eyes gone dark, illuminated by the flash of the strobe light. With the top buttons of his shirt undone, he looked as though he’d just been dragged off the floor and ravished. Paige wanted to be the reason he looked that way.
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NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:
Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs.
Blog: http://www.nikkamichaels.comTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/nikkamichaelsFacebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/Nikka.MichaelsGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7231273.Nikka_Michaels
Paige Anthony is annoyed at spending Friday night at the company Christmas party. She’s bored until she spots the son of the boss, Caden Davis dancing and is intrigued.When Caden saves Paige from the advances of his brother, she looks at him in a new light. A few sexy dances later, she manages to forget the horrible beginning of the night. When she decides to leave, he offers to walk her home and admits he’s wanted her for a while. Will Paige’s attraction be enough to make her forget about holidays past and consider Christmas with Caden?
EXCERPT:
“Is this how you really dance? Because you can show me the real you, you know. After all, you did just middle school dance me. I want a Caden dance.”His slow, wicked smile made her stomach flip and heat flood her skin. “You want me? You got me.”Slowly he spun her in a circle, her back resting against the front of his body. His hands settled on her hips, squeezing gently as he nuzzled her ear. His fingers pulled the fabric of her dress taut against her nipples as the delicious friction intensified with every move. She bit back a low moan at the sensation.“This is me. This is how I really dance.”Shivering at the feel of his warm breath against her ear, she closed her eyes and let her body go loose, relaxing as she moved with the beat of the music. His hands smoothed up and down her sides, teasingly light as he moved with her, not guiding but simply moving with her.Through the thin fabric of her dress and his shirt and suit pants, heat from his body added to the sweat that beaded on her skin. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass when she rocked back into him, though he let her lead all their movement. The club had gotten more crowded as they’d danced. The look on his face when she glanced up at him was one of hunger, his heavy-lidded eyes gone dark, illuminated by the flash of the strobe light. With the top buttons of his shirt undone, he looked as though he’d just been dragged off the floor and ravished. Paige wanted to be the reason he looked that way.
CHRISTMAS WITH CADEN BUY LINKS:
Cobblestone Press:Amazon:All Romance eBooks:Barnes and Noble:
NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:
Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs.
Blog: http://www.nikkamichaels.comTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/nikkamichaelsFacebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/Nikka.MichaelsGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7231273.Nikka_Michaels
December 7, 2013
Free Christmas Story: Nikki's Santa Claus!!
Happy Holidays, my lovelies!!Enjoy this short Christmas story from me to you. Santa never looked so sexy. Hope you like it!!
As Christmas nears, Nikki Frost has one thing on her mind ...
Kristopher Claus, heir to the Claus Dynasty.
The sexy son of Santa has swept Nikki off her feet and left her begging for more.
Will Kristopher grant her Christmas wish and finally take the next step in their passionate romance?
These two know how to heat up a wintry night, but will their sexual chemistry lead to something more.
*******This short story isn't available for purchase anywhere. It’s solely intended as a holiday thank you to my readers for sticking by me and always showing your support!!
*Adult material: Must be 18+
Nikki’s Santa ClausbyRobin Badillo Free Christmas Read
Copyright© 2013 Robin Badillo
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Nikki’s Santa Claus
“Do you think he’s really going to ask?” Nikki Frost shot an uneasy glance at her older sister, Kristi.Kristi shrugged. “He insisted you come, didn’t he?”Nikki slumped back in her chair and twirled her tongue around the pointy end of the candy cane she’d anxiously sucked on for nearly half an hour. “I think I may have a nervous breakdown before then.”Kristi giggled. “No, you won’t, but if I were you and had a shot with Kristopher Claus, I’d show up dressed in nothing but mistletoe in my hair.”Nikki laughed as she pondered the idea of a life with the heir to the Claus Empire. The fact that he was the sexiest, most dashing man in the frozen tundra they called home, warmed parts of her that hadn’t felt a sizzle in weeks.Recalling the electrifying summer they’d shared was all the motivation she needed. She sighed aloud. “Well, when you put it that way…” Nikki winked at her sister, offering a teasing grin as they left the sofa and headed for the front door.“So you’re going to the party?”Nikki nodded and gave a sister a hug. She stood in the doorway as her sister bundled up and walked out to her sleigh.The last snowfall had made the roads impassable by car, but the Claus family’s personal fleet of sleighs were at their service. Nikki loved the weeks just before Christmas when the island transformed into a winter wonderland and the spirit of the season revived the whole village.Hot chocolate tasted chocolatier, gingerbread cookies were crunchier and the stars twinkled brighter in the endless night sky. September to January was the peak season and as a fifth generation employee, Nikki loved her job as much as she loved their wintry home.Summers were spectacular and traveling was a snap. She could go anywhere in the world she wanted. All she had to do was ask.Her job as one of the Claus family accountants may have been a bit tedious, but the perks were worth it.That included the tanned, Adonis who joined her on the Claus family’s private Caribbean island all summer.Kristopher Claus, with his spiked, blond hair, broad shoulders and rippling muscles in all the right places was about as gorgeous as a man could be without being airbrushed and slathered all over GQ magazine. Though seeing him as a centerfold in Playgirl would have been more to her liking.Nikki hurried to her room to search for the perfect dress for the party. Digging through her closet, she wondered what Kristopher had wanted to discuss that last night on the island. Had he planned to ask then? She recalled being riveted by his baby-blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they walked barefoot along the shore.Nikki leaned against the door jamb remembering huge hands gently cupping her face when Kristopher kissed her as they made love. The summer couldn’t have been more perfect.Nikki exhaled hard. Had it been as special for him as it was for her? She never had the chance to ask. His brother, Jack, had interrupted their romantic getaway and summoned him back to Claus Castle.St. Nicholas, their aging father, had taken ill and the following weeks were somber at best. It was nearly November before the doctors assured everyone that Christmas would indeed be saved.St. Nicholas was instructed to rest and the entire village scrambled to make sure he had nothing to worry about.Unfortunately for Nikki, that meant Kristopher had to do most of the work his father normally would have done, leaving little time for her.Tonight though, would be different.****
Nikki snuggled under a heated quilt as her sleigh made its way through the blinding snow leading up the trail to Claus Castle. Although a frigid night, not even a blizzard could put a damper on the vivid memory of the beach where she’d bathed in the silvery light of the Caribbean moon.Warm flutters of excitement skittered across her stomach.Only Kristopher Claus could have caressed her the way the lustful moon had that last night, adoring every inch of her bare skin. He’d held her so tenderly, giving her everything a woman needed to feel complete. Everything, that was, except the requited pledge of his love.She’d sensed the words were on the tip of his tongue, so close she’d almost tasted them on his kiss. His eyes confirmed her suspicions, undressing her with every glance, devouring her each time he gazed upon her with those hungry, blue orbs.If only their perfect evening hadn’t been interrupted, but it had, and for good reason.As the sleigh glided along the Castle’s drive, Nikki wondered what Kristopher would say after weeks apart. Would he finally declare his love? Would her Christmas wishes be granted?She sighed, nestling deep into the faux-furred seat as she pondered everything she loved about the man of her dreams.When the sleigh pulled up in front of the castle steps, Nikki held her breath. Feeling like a princess in the strapless, white, mini-dress adorned with shimmering crystal beads, she hoped Kristopher would be pleased.As she reached the top of the stairs, he stood stoically, looking like the Nutcracker Prince himself. His eyes widened and a crooked grin spread across his handsome face, setting Nikki’s body ablaze.“I hoped you would come early,” he whispered in her ear as he greeted her along with a handful of other guests. “Meet me in the library in ten minutes. I have something for you.”Nikki’s heart raced. Could this be it?She continued up the stairs and into the castle then entered the ballroom. Her stomach twisted in anxious knots. Ten minutes felt like a lifetime. She made a beeline for the open bar. A couple of stiff drinks would settle her nerves for sure.Just as she finished her second shot of bourbon, Nikki caught a glimpse of Kristopher making his way through the ballroom heading straight for the library. Her heart pounded.Trying not to trip all over herself, she hurried behind him.The instant she entered the room, Kristopher slammed the door shut behind her, locked it then yanked her into his arms, kissing her without warning.Warm velvety sweeps of his tongue sent shivers spiraling down her spine and heat pooled between her thighs.“I must have you.”Nikki’s knees weakened. She’d thought of nothing else for weeks. “Kristopher Claus, don’t you always get what you want?”Kristopher nudged her back, his eyelids lowered to half-mast. “I’m not talking about a summer tryst, Nikki.”Nikki reached for the edge of the mahogany desk they’d backed into. “I’m yours.”Kristopher lifted her up and placed her onto the desk. His lips trailed across her bare shoulders and Nikki splayed her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to venture lower.He pushed up the short hem of her beaded dress, slid his fingers under the waistband of her thong, tearing it away. Kneeling before her, his mouth assailed her dampened folds.Nikki shrieked, writhing in ecstasy as his tongue swirled and probed deeper within her. Her nipples instantly hardened and she pressed on the back of his head, forcing him to devour every drop of her sweet offering.“I—I’ve.” She struggled to speak between heavy pants. “I’ve missed this.”Kristopher abandoned his task and gazed up at her, his chiseled jaw flexed taut and a look of sheer determination filled in his eyes.Sliding her off the desk, Kristopher flipped her around, unfastened his pants and entered her from behind with an invigorated thrust.Electrifying currents zapped through her and Nikki gushed the instant he invaded her throbbing pussy. She pulsed around his hardened shaft, each plunge causing her body to shudder and quake.Nikki reached back, latched onto his belt loops and tugged, prompting him to delve deeper. “Harder,” she begged through gritted teeth.“I need to see your eyes.” Kristopher withdrew, turned her around then abruptly lifted her back onto the desk. “I’ve waited weeks for this.”“I thought you’d forgotten.”His lips brushed against hers. “Never,” he breathed into her mouth. His burning kiss consumed her.Easing himself inside, Kristopher clasped his hands around her backside and began a slow and tender grind.Locking her ankles behind him, Nikki held on tight.Each dive filled her depths more than the last, conquering her completely. He scraped against her aching walls, sending shockwaves of delight thrashing across her body.She clenched her eyes tight. Is this real?“Look at me,” Kristopher whispered.Nikki did as he asked and gazed into his shimmering orbs.“Marry me?” His pace reached a breathtaking canter.Nikki gasped, struggling to hold on. “What?” Had she heard him right?Kristopher bit his bottom lip, quickening his pace. “I love you.” He ground in deeper.Her mind reeling, Nikki fought to catch her breath as her body succumbed to his will, bursting open with one orgasmic wave after another.He pulsed inside her, joining her explosion with his own as her contracting pussy milked his cock.“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, God, yes!”Kristopher drew her close.Nikki trembled in his embrace, burying her face in the curve of his neck and inhaled his unmistakable masculine scent.A gentle nudge of her chin, encouraged her to look him in the eye.“Was that yes a passionate outburst, or did you just say you would marry me?”Nikki swallowed hard, her mind whirling with shock. “Both.”Kristopher grinned, fastened his pants and reached into his pocket. “I had planned to ask over the summer, but considering who I am, a proposal is better suited for Christmas anyway.”Nikki looked down at the ring he offered. The diamond stone sparkled under the flickering light of the chandelier. “This isn’t what I expected.”His brow pinched. “What did you expect?”She shook her head. “That you’d tell me how you feel.”His smile returned and he lovingly kissed her hand. “So now you know.”Nikki examined the delicate etching inside the stone that resembled the number eight. “The symbol for infinity?”Kristopher’s cheeks reddened. “My father gave this ring to my mother. It’s a family tradition.”Nikki’s heart raced at the thought of his family? She’d never imagined herself as a Claus, yet there she was, standing in the arms of the coveted prince himself. “I can’t believe this is happening.”“Oh, it’s happening all right.”She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. “Are your parents really okay with this?”“The only way my parents could be happier would be for us to marry on Christmas Eve, as they did.”Nikki shook her head in disbelief. “Another Mrs. Claus, huh?”Kristopher hugged her tight. “Another beautiful Mrs. Claus.”Her heart thudded and Nikki stiffened, suddenly overcome with panic. “I didn’t bring a gift for you.”Kristopher offered a devilish grin. “I rather enjoyed the gift you gave me on the desk, but all I’ve ever wanted for Christmas is you.”Nikki giggled. “So this means someday I’ll actually be married to—”“Ho, Ho, Ho.” Kristopher interrupted with a hardy laugh. “Yes. Someday you’ll be married to Santa Claus.”With that, Kristopher leaned her back and kissed her.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
As Christmas nears, Nikki Frost has one thing on her mind ...
Kristopher Claus, heir to the Claus Dynasty.
The sexy son of Santa has swept Nikki off her feet and left her begging for more.
Will Kristopher grant her Christmas wish and finally take the next step in their passionate romance?
These two know how to heat up a wintry night, but will their sexual chemistry lead to something more. *******This short story isn't available for purchase anywhere. It’s solely intended as a holiday thank you to my readers for sticking by me and always showing your support!!
*Adult material: Must be 18+
Nikki’s Santa ClausbyRobin Badillo Free Christmas Read
Copyright© 2013 Robin Badillo
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Nikki’s Santa Claus
“Do you think he’s really going to ask?” Nikki Frost shot an uneasy glance at her older sister, Kristi.Kristi shrugged. “He insisted you come, didn’t he?”Nikki slumped back in her chair and twirled her tongue around the pointy end of the candy cane she’d anxiously sucked on for nearly half an hour. “I think I may have a nervous breakdown before then.”Kristi giggled. “No, you won’t, but if I were you and had a shot with Kristopher Claus, I’d show up dressed in nothing but mistletoe in my hair.”Nikki laughed as she pondered the idea of a life with the heir to the Claus Empire. The fact that he was the sexiest, most dashing man in the frozen tundra they called home, warmed parts of her that hadn’t felt a sizzle in weeks.Recalling the electrifying summer they’d shared was all the motivation she needed. She sighed aloud. “Well, when you put it that way…” Nikki winked at her sister, offering a teasing grin as they left the sofa and headed for the front door.“So you’re going to the party?”Nikki nodded and gave a sister a hug. She stood in the doorway as her sister bundled up and walked out to her sleigh.The last snowfall had made the roads impassable by car, but the Claus family’s personal fleet of sleighs were at their service. Nikki loved the weeks just before Christmas when the island transformed into a winter wonderland and the spirit of the season revived the whole village.Hot chocolate tasted chocolatier, gingerbread cookies were crunchier and the stars twinkled brighter in the endless night sky. September to January was the peak season and as a fifth generation employee, Nikki loved her job as much as she loved their wintry home.Summers were spectacular and traveling was a snap. She could go anywhere in the world she wanted. All she had to do was ask.Her job as one of the Claus family accountants may have been a bit tedious, but the perks were worth it.That included the tanned, Adonis who joined her on the Claus family’s private Caribbean island all summer.Kristopher Claus, with his spiked, blond hair, broad shoulders and rippling muscles in all the right places was about as gorgeous as a man could be without being airbrushed and slathered all over GQ magazine. Though seeing him as a centerfold in Playgirl would have been more to her liking.Nikki hurried to her room to search for the perfect dress for the party. Digging through her closet, she wondered what Kristopher had wanted to discuss that last night on the island. Had he planned to ask then? She recalled being riveted by his baby-blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they walked barefoot along the shore.Nikki leaned against the door jamb remembering huge hands gently cupping her face when Kristopher kissed her as they made love. The summer couldn’t have been more perfect.Nikki exhaled hard. Had it been as special for him as it was for her? She never had the chance to ask. His brother, Jack, had interrupted their romantic getaway and summoned him back to Claus Castle.St. Nicholas, their aging father, had taken ill and the following weeks were somber at best. It was nearly November before the doctors assured everyone that Christmas would indeed be saved.St. Nicholas was instructed to rest and the entire village scrambled to make sure he had nothing to worry about.Unfortunately for Nikki, that meant Kristopher had to do most of the work his father normally would have done, leaving little time for her.Tonight though, would be different.****
Nikki snuggled under a heated quilt as her sleigh made its way through the blinding snow leading up the trail to Claus Castle. Although a frigid night, not even a blizzard could put a damper on the vivid memory of the beach where she’d bathed in the silvery light of the Caribbean moon.Warm flutters of excitement skittered across her stomach.Only Kristopher Claus could have caressed her the way the lustful moon had that last night, adoring every inch of her bare skin. He’d held her so tenderly, giving her everything a woman needed to feel complete. Everything, that was, except the requited pledge of his love.She’d sensed the words were on the tip of his tongue, so close she’d almost tasted them on his kiss. His eyes confirmed her suspicions, undressing her with every glance, devouring her each time he gazed upon her with those hungry, blue orbs.If only their perfect evening hadn’t been interrupted, but it had, and for good reason.As the sleigh glided along the Castle’s drive, Nikki wondered what Kristopher would say after weeks apart. Would he finally declare his love? Would her Christmas wishes be granted?She sighed, nestling deep into the faux-furred seat as she pondered everything she loved about the man of her dreams.When the sleigh pulled up in front of the castle steps, Nikki held her breath. Feeling like a princess in the strapless, white, mini-dress adorned with shimmering crystal beads, she hoped Kristopher would be pleased.As she reached the top of the stairs, he stood stoically, looking like the Nutcracker Prince himself. His eyes widened and a crooked grin spread across his handsome face, setting Nikki’s body ablaze.“I hoped you would come early,” he whispered in her ear as he greeted her along with a handful of other guests. “Meet me in the library in ten minutes. I have something for you.”Nikki’s heart raced. Could this be it?She continued up the stairs and into the castle then entered the ballroom. Her stomach twisted in anxious knots. Ten minutes felt like a lifetime. She made a beeline for the open bar. A couple of stiff drinks would settle her nerves for sure.Just as she finished her second shot of bourbon, Nikki caught a glimpse of Kristopher making his way through the ballroom heading straight for the library. Her heart pounded.Trying not to trip all over herself, she hurried behind him.The instant she entered the room, Kristopher slammed the door shut behind her, locked it then yanked her into his arms, kissing her without warning.Warm velvety sweeps of his tongue sent shivers spiraling down her spine and heat pooled between her thighs.“I must have you.”Nikki’s knees weakened. She’d thought of nothing else for weeks. “Kristopher Claus, don’t you always get what you want?”Kristopher nudged her back, his eyelids lowered to half-mast. “I’m not talking about a summer tryst, Nikki.”Nikki reached for the edge of the mahogany desk they’d backed into. “I’m yours.”Kristopher lifted her up and placed her onto the desk. His lips trailed across her bare shoulders and Nikki splayed her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to venture lower.He pushed up the short hem of her beaded dress, slid his fingers under the waistband of her thong, tearing it away. Kneeling before her, his mouth assailed her dampened folds.Nikki shrieked, writhing in ecstasy as his tongue swirled and probed deeper within her. Her nipples instantly hardened and she pressed on the back of his head, forcing him to devour every drop of her sweet offering.“I—I’ve.” She struggled to speak between heavy pants. “I’ve missed this.”Kristopher abandoned his task and gazed up at her, his chiseled jaw flexed taut and a look of sheer determination filled in his eyes.Sliding her off the desk, Kristopher flipped her around, unfastened his pants and entered her from behind with an invigorated thrust.Electrifying currents zapped through her and Nikki gushed the instant he invaded her throbbing pussy. She pulsed around his hardened shaft, each plunge causing her body to shudder and quake.Nikki reached back, latched onto his belt loops and tugged, prompting him to delve deeper. “Harder,” she begged through gritted teeth.“I need to see your eyes.” Kristopher withdrew, turned her around then abruptly lifted her back onto the desk. “I’ve waited weeks for this.”“I thought you’d forgotten.”His lips brushed against hers. “Never,” he breathed into her mouth. His burning kiss consumed her.Easing himself inside, Kristopher clasped his hands around her backside and began a slow and tender grind.Locking her ankles behind him, Nikki held on tight.Each dive filled her depths more than the last, conquering her completely. He scraped against her aching walls, sending shockwaves of delight thrashing across her body.She clenched her eyes tight. Is this real?“Look at me,” Kristopher whispered.Nikki did as he asked and gazed into his shimmering orbs.“Marry me?” His pace reached a breathtaking canter.Nikki gasped, struggling to hold on. “What?” Had she heard him right?Kristopher bit his bottom lip, quickening his pace. “I love you.” He ground in deeper.Her mind reeling, Nikki fought to catch her breath as her body succumbed to his will, bursting open with one orgasmic wave after another.He pulsed inside her, joining her explosion with his own as her contracting pussy milked his cock.“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, God, yes!”Kristopher drew her close.Nikki trembled in his embrace, burying her face in the curve of his neck and inhaled his unmistakable masculine scent.A gentle nudge of her chin, encouraged her to look him in the eye.“Was that yes a passionate outburst, or did you just say you would marry me?”Nikki swallowed hard, her mind whirling with shock. “Both.”Kristopher grinned, fastened his pants and reached into his pocket. “I had planned to ask over the summer, but considering who I am, a proposal is better suited for Christmas anyway.”Nikki looked down at the ring he offered. The diamond stone sparkled under the flickering light of the chandelier. “This isn’t what I expected.”His brow pinched. “What did you expect?”She shook her head. “That you’d tell me how you feel.”His smile returned and he lovingly kissed her hand. “So now you know.”Nikki examined the delicate etching inside the stone that resembled the number eight. “The symbol for infinity?”Kristopher’s cheeks reddened. “My father gave this ring to my mother. It’s a family tradition.”Nikki’s heart raced at the thought of his family? She’d never imagined herself as a Claus, yet there she was, standing in the arms of the coveted prince himself. “I can’t believe this is happening.”“Oh, it’s happening all right.”She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. “Are your parents really okay with this?”“The only way my parents could be happier would be for us to marry on Christmas Eve, as they did.”Nikki shook her head in disbelief. “Another Mrs. Claus, huh?”Kristopher hugged her tight. “Another beautiful Mrs. Claus.”Her heart thudded and Nikki stiffened, suddenly overcome with panic. “I didn’t bring a gift for you.”Kristopher offered a devilish grin. “I rather enjoyed the gift you gave me on the desk, but all I’ve ever wanted for Christmas is you.”Nikki giggled. “So this means someday I’ll actually be married to—”“Ho, Ho, Ho.” Kristopher interrupted with a hardy laugh. “Yes. Someday you’ll be married to Santa Claus.”With that, Kristopher leaned her back and kissed her.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
December 3, 2013
A Free Christmas Story from Me to YOU!
Happy Holidays, my lovelies!!This year I’m paying it forward!!
As my special gift to my readers, I’ve put together a short story that will be offered FREE, direct from me to you!!
Leave a comment between December 3rd and December 10th telling me about your favorite Christmas story, movie or even a personal Christmas experience, and I’ll send you a copy of, Nikki’s Santa Claus!
As Christmas nears, Nikki Frost has one thing on her mind ...
Kristopher Claus, heir to the Claus Dynasty.
The sexy son of Santa has swept Nikki off her feet and left her begging for more.
Will Kristopher grant her Christmas wish and finally take the next step in their passionate romance?
These two know how to heat up a wintry night, but will their sexual chemistry lead to something more.
*******This short story isn't available for purchase anywhere. It’s solely intended as a holiday thank you to my readers for sticking by me and always showing your support!!
*Adult material: Must be 18+ Be sure to include your email address along with your comment so I can send your PDF copy!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
As my special gift to my readers, I’ve put together a short story that will be offered FREE, direct from me to you!!
Leave a comment between December 3rd and December 10th telling me about your favorite Christmas story, movie or even a personal Christmas experience, and I’ll send you a copy of, Nikki’s Santa Claus!
As Christmas nears, Nikki Frost has one thing on her mind ...
Kristopher Claus, heir to the Claus Dynasty.
The sexy son of Santa has swept Nikki off her feet and left her begging for more.
Will Kristopher grant her Christmas wish and finally take the next step in their passionate romance?
These two know how to heat up a wintry night, but will their sexual chemistry lead to something more. *******This short story isn't available for purchase anywhere. It’s solely intended as a holiday thank you to my readers for sticking by me and always showing your support!!
*Adult material: Must be 18+ Be sure to include your email address along with your comment so I can send your PDF copy!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
