Robin Badillo's Blog, page 18
June 6, 2013
Welcome Doris O'Connor and her latest novella, Under Orders!!
Welcome everyone!!Today I am so happy to have Doris O’Connor back! I’m not going to keep you waiting, so please enjoy the show as I hand the reins over to Doris!!
Thanks so much for having me here today, Robin. You know one of the most exciting things for me is when you get that first kernel of an idea. Anything can spark my muse, but by far the most popular are pictures. I have two regular features on my blog, Tantalizing Tuesdays, for which we find our own picture prompt and then craft a two hundred word Flash and Flash Fiction Friday. On Fridays, we are given a picture and we all write a one hundred word Flash. It's quite fascinating to see the different interpretations we can all come up with. Why am I telling you this, you might ask. Well, you see, Under Orders started as a flash on my blog, this one, to be precise. That picture just grabbed me and would not let go. I knew there was much more to this story than I had a chance to convey in just two hundred words, and this is it!
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Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertainJonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems. Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side. Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?
***ADULT*** Excerpt:
Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him. “I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.” He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip. “I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it. “No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was. He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response. “Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.” Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance. “I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table. The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release. “Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.” Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside. Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.
Buy Links:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-orders-by-doris-oconnor/http://www.bookstrand.com/under-orders-mfhttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-underorders-1216577-340.htmlhttp://www.amazon.com/Under-Orders-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00D3VJJ4G/
Be Warned: bondage, public exhibition
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 LINKS:WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight PublishingAmazon All Romance E-Books BookStrandBarnes&Noble
Thanks so much for having me here today, Robin. You know one of the most exciting things for me is when you get that first kernel of an idea. Anything can spark my muse, but by far the most popular are pictures. I have two regular features on my blog, Tantalizing Tuesdays, for which we find our own picture prompt and then craft a two hundred word Flash and Flash Fiction Friday. On Fridays, we are given a picture and we all write a one hundred word Flash. It's quite fascinating to see the different interpretations we can all come up with. Why am I telling you this, you might ask. Well, you see, Under Orders started as a flash on my blog, this one, to be precise. That picture just grabbed me and would not let go. I knew there was much more to this story than I had a chance to convey in just two hundred words, and this is it!
****
Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertainJonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems. Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side. Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?
***ADULT*** Excerpt:
Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him. “I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.” He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip. “I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it. “No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was. He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response. “Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.” Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance. “I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table. The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release. “Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.” Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside. Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.
Buy Links:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-orders-by-doris-oconnor/http://www.bookstrand.com/under-orders-mfhttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-underorders-1216577-340.htmlhttp://www.amazon.com/Under-Orders-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00D3VJJ4G/
Be Warned: bondage, public exhibition
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 LINKS:WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight PublishingAmazon All Romance E-Books BookStrandBarnes&Noble
June 2, 2013
Jessica Jayne drops by with her latest release, In Flames!!
Happy Monday, and HELLO, JUNE!!!Wow! Where has the year gone? It’s true, time does fly when we’re having fun!!Before we know it, we’ll be sending the kiddos back to school, making Halloween costumes, eating leftover turkey sandwiches, and whispering in Santa’s ear. Okay, so I may be rushing things a wee bit, but one thing I won’t ever rush is spotlighting a fellow author. Nope, the delectable delights these talented writers create, deserve to be savored, and today we’re gonna serve up something warm and spicy with Jessica Jayne and her latest release, “In Flames.”Check this out…
Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own. As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms. Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny of those around them to find love again…together?
ADULT EXCERPT:
“Is this why you’re here, Gracey,” Matt asked. He took a step closer to her. “Did you come here to scold me some more? To tell me to grow up? To question how I feel about you?” His hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against the side of his truck bed. She gasped. He stood mere inches from her. His mouth watered to taste her. Her sweet strawberry scent enveloped him and made him a little lightheaded. “Or did you come here with hopes that I would slam you against my truck, hike up your dress and sink deep inside you with my now rock hard cock?” Gracelyn inhaled sharply at his words. Matt lowered his mouth harshly on hers. His lips molded to hers until his tongue was able to push through her lips. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth… exploring and tasting her. One hand weaved into her hair and held her head still so he could continue to explore her mouth just the way he wanted. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His other hand slid down her side and inched up the skirt of her dress. Gracelyn moaned softly as his hand made contact with her thigh. Slowly, his hand edged up her thigh to her pelvis.“You don’t fucking disappoint, do you, Gracelyn?” He groaned into her mouth as he felt no panties on underneath her dress. His fingers grazed over her mound. “Did you have panties on at Brier Hill? And you better answer that with a yes.” he said penetratingly. The idea that she ran around in a dress to a work social function with no panties on both infuriated and excited him. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. Her legs spread a little.“So this no panty situation is just for my benefit?” he whispered. She nodded her head slightly. He smiled. He loved the idea that she came to him with no panties in the hopes of getting fucked. She was hot… for him! That thrilled him! He slid a finger between her soft folds. She gasped. “Jesus Christ, you are so wet.” His cock twitched in his shorts. He had to have her. If he walked away from her at this moment, he would surely lose his mind. His mouth found hers again. And he kissed her deeply. Her hands raced down his chest to his shorts. She slid one hand down and inside his shorts and freed him. “Is. That. What. You . Want?” he asked between breaths and kisses.“God, yes,” she cried.
Jessica, please tell us a little about yourself…
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 also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.My favorites: I love to read and write... obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J
Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”
Find out more about Jessica, and “In Flames”
by following the links below:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6545547.Jessica_Jayne
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Author-Jessica-Jayne/388268367912903
Website: www.jessicajayneauthor.com
Evernight Publishing:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/in-flames-by-jessica-jayne/
Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own. As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms. Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny of those around them to find love again…together?
ADULT EXCERPT:
“Is this why you’re here, Gracey,” Matt asked. He took a step closer to her. “Did you come here to scold me some more? To tell me to grow up? To question how I feel about you?” His hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against the side of his truck bed. She gasped. He stood mere inches from her. His mouth watered to taste her. Her sweet strawberry scent enveloped him and made him a little lightheaded. “Or did you come here with hopes that I would slam you against my truck, hike up your dress and sink deep inside you with my now rock hard cock?” Gracelyn inhaled sharply at his words. Matt lowered his mouth harshly on hers. His lips molded to hers until his tongue was able to push through her lips. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth… exploring and tasting her. One hand weaved into her hair and held her head still so he could continue to explore her mouth just the way he wanted. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His other hand slid down her side and inched up the skirt of her dress. Gracelyn moaned softly as his hand made contact with her thigh. Slowly, his hand edged up her thigh to her pelvis.“You don’t fucking disappoint, do you, Gracelyn?” He groaned into her mouth as he felt no panties on underneath her dress. His fingers grazed over her mound. “Did you have panties on at Brier Hill? And you better answer that with a yes.” he said penetratingly. The idea that she ran around in a dress to a work social function with no panties on both infuriated and excited him. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. Her legs spread a little.“So this no panty situation is just for my benefit?” he whispered. She nodded her head slightly. He smiled. He loved the idea that she came to him with no panties in the hopes of getting fucked. She was hot… for him! That thrilled him! He slid a finger between her soft folds. She gasped. “Jesus Christ, you are so wet.” His cock twitched in his shorts. He had to have her. If he walked away from her at this moment, he would surely lose his mind. His mouth found hers again. And he kissed her deeply. Her hands raced down his chest to his shorts. She slid one hand down and inside his shorts and freed him. “Is. That. What. You . Want?” he asked between breaths and kisses.“God, yes,” she cried.
Jessica, please tell us a little about yourself…
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 also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.My favorites: I love to read and write... obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! JFavorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”
Find out more about Jessica, and “In Flames”
by following the links below:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6545547.Jessica_Jayne
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Author-Jessica-Jayne/388268367912903
Website: www.jessicajayneauthor.com
Evernight Publishing:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/in-flames-by-jessica-jayne/
May 29, 2013
Have You Dissed Another Author Lately?
Welcome to my home away from home. For those of you who have dropped in for your first visit, I hope you’ll come back from time to time. I don’t post nearly as often as I should, but perhaps that will change now that summer is about to officially begin, and I’ll be able to take a break from chauffeuring my kids around. I host a plethora of authors here, and that’s my favorite part of having a blog. Authors helping authors is a sincere form of flattery because, let’s face it, unless we’re published by one of those big-time, out of reach publishing houses, authors have to do most of our own promotion ourselves. It’s all part of the job description. Promotion can become quite costly, but as I've learned over the last few years, it doesn’t have to be if we help each other out. My readers might not know about some of the guests I feature, and the same goes when I visit another blog. Blog hopping, and swapping, opens doors that might have never been opened otherwise. I’ve always considered promoting other authors as part of what I refer to as, “Paying it Forward.” I have met some fabulously creative and amazing authors. My experience has been, for the most part, quite lovely and positive…until recently. Not long ago, last June to be exact, my writing took a sharp turn when I started writing under my pseudonym, Tyler Robbins. The world accepted this change, and I’ve done my best to make sure I’ve handled this new persona, and the genre Tyler writes, responsibly, and with great caution, and sensitivity to the subject matter. If you haven’t read any of Tyler’s wildly popular books, she writes gay romance. Her characters are generally deeply closeted men, or men who are on the verge of being open about their sexuality who just needed a little nudge in the form of the perfect love interest … their very own Mr. Right!! I’ve enjoyed this journey immensely because it’s allowed me to explore my own curiosities and address stereotyping about not only gay men, but men in general. I’ve asked a lot of questions, done a lot of research, and carefully thought long and hard about each of my characters; who they are, what they want to say, and where they want life to take them. My stories encourage practicing safe sex, monogamous relationships, and definitely supports fidelity in every book I have ever written. My gay romances uphold those same ideals, as well they should. I’ve never denied using caution when I first took my writing in this direction, and I certainly haven't tried to hide my true identity. My goal was never to hide behind Tyler, but rather give her a voice all her own. And so far, she’s the only one having any success, and her fan base is growing larger every day. I can’t describe how exciting, and even humbling, that has been. I have been quite proud of my efforts, until a short while ago when my feelings were deeply hurt. I've been insulted many times over the years, so this was not a first time experience for me.
In fact, I was told once by a fellow author, that she wouldn’t read my books because they were erotic. (Not just Tyler’s books, but even my male/female books). I considered her extremely conservative religion, and shook it off. Some people don’t want raw passion and consummation in a story unless it’s behind closed doors, and that’s perfectly fine. I get it. I gave it some thought and figured, what the heck, she wasn’t my target audience anyway. No harm, no foul. Since then, I’ve paid more attention to which authors lend a hand to help, and I have been amazed by the positive response Tyler has received. So many of you out there in Publishingland are amazing. That’s how it's supposed to be; authors helping authors. At least, that's what I've been told since I first stepped foot into this world in 2009. Then, it happened again. Another author contacted me privately, saying she would be discontinuing her association with me because of the nature of my writing … since I’ve been writing erotic romance for three years, and she hadn’t had a problem with it before, I naturally came to the conclusion that this sudden change of heart had to have been because of Tyler.
Now, mind you, Tyler’s first book. “Beyond Honor” released in June of 2012, and has done fairly well compared to my thirteen previously published books under my real name.
Readers have been very kind to this book and I am forever in their debt.
Equality for American soldiers as well as everyone else, is a subject near and dear to my heart. Not to mention the fact that a married, heterosexual soldier and his wife are responsible for me writing it in the first place. Go figure!
The second book, “Immortal Thirst” blurred the line a bit as a ménage, so its slow rise to stardom wasn't much of a surprise, nor did it break my spirit with it's lackluster success. It was a fun story I enjoyed writing just to see how far I could stretch the boundaries of my imagination, and tiptoe into uncharted waters.
I'm pleased to say that it's still being purchased and read, and holding its own. Yaay!!
Then came “A Beautiful Lie”, which has been nothing short of a beautiful surprise!!
Readers have feasted on this story, and have raved about every tasty morsel, which has delighted me to no end. Even the least flattering reviews haven’t totally ripped me to shreds, and I am thankful for that.
This story was set in the town where I was born and still currently live, and although fictionalized, and not based on real people, it has left a deep impression on so many readers who've contacted me about it. Their support and thoughts on the story have truly touched my heart.
I’d come to think I’d found my calling. So, imagine my heartbreak to discover that the worst blow I would receive wouldn’t come from a dissatisfied reader, or even a conservative reader lashing out against homosexuality, but rather, another author whom I’ve gladly promoted many, many times over the years. It was in that moment that I realized how much stock we actually put into the opinions of our peers. I must, however, take responsibility for my part in this situation by foolishly allowing another writer to hurt me. I should have known better, and I should have followed the advice of my inner-circle and rebuffed the entire event. Instead, I was caught completely off-guard, and took it much harder than I should have. Maybe it was because I had a lot going on with my daughter graduating high school, and perhaps I was being overly sensitive. Who knows. Looking back now, I’m reminded of the mean girls in those teen movies who stare down their noses at the one girl who dares to be different. Their comments often hit below the belt, even though put in such a way it could almost sound like a compliment. It goes against every fiber of my being to renounce another writer simply because their writing isn’t conducive with the genre I write, and trust me, it’s the main reason I don’t give reviews. I’m no expert on historicals, sci-fi, and a number of other genres. I don’t read them, so naturally, I can’t give an unbiased opinion. I simply can’t bring myself to say anything bad about writers who are in the same place I am in their career. My opinion isn’t all that important, so why talk down to someone who writes something different than what I write? It would serve no purpose, and would just make me look, and feel, like an ass. I write gay romance in a world where prejudice is something a lot of people pretend no longer exists, and many find it easy to hide behind religion, with no regard to the blatant fact that not everyone is of the same mind when it comes to religious beliefs, nor are they required to be. I get it, I really do. Not everyone believes in equality, and the right to be who they are. And not every writer is going to include sex or even sexuality in their stories, and that’s their right to do as they feel best for who they are as an artist. I’m me, and I write what I feel in my heart is real, and sometimes the truth is ugly, and uncomfortable, but it’s still the truth. Love and romance are the same. Heterosexual couples don’t love any more or less than gay/lesbian couples. Heterosexuals are no more faithful or capable of maintaining long-term, monogamous relationships than their gay/lesbian counterparts. And in that respect, mainstream romance authors are no better than erotic authors, nor should they be held in higher esteem because they choose not to include sex in their books. That way of thinking would be absurd, and a whole other kind of bias. If you have ever followed me on any social media sites, you would know that I don’t post sexually explicit material, except the occasional sexy photo on hump day, and even those are clothed and never too risqué.
I try to be positive in everything I post. Okay, so I go overboard with photos of my kids and our pets. And look out during football season, you might get bonked upside the head with flying Houston Texans' memorabilia. I’m also careful to post warnings on my blogs when sexual content will be displayed. I take that very seriously because the last thing I want to do is offend someone. I make myself quite clear as often as I can that other authors should not feel obligated to promote me or my books. I’m okay if they don’t. If someone doesn’t approve of what I write, or who I promote, they don’t have to follow me, or subscribe to my posts. It’s just that simple. As an author, I owe my success, and even my self-esteem, to other authors. Without that support system, this journey would be an uphill battle, and certainly not as much fun as it has been so far. I rely on my peers to cheer me on as I cheer them on. We’re on the same team, share similar stories, express ourselves in much the same way, and when we’re together, we become like family, understanding each other in ways our real families often times cannot. I’ve said many times over the years that nobody gets another writer like another writer. We’re a special breed of people, and speak a language all our own. When the chips are down, nobody can guide you through the minefield better than another author who’s gone through before you.
So, if you find yourself in this situation, my advice, whatever it’s worth, is this:
If you come across an author whose books aren’t quite your cup of tea, move on. Never say anything negative to them, or make them feel like they aren’t on your same level because the material in their books aren’t the same as yours. If you start thinking, or acting like you’re better than someone, trust me, someone else will inevitably come along and do the same to you. It doesn't feel very nice at all. If you don’t like what someone writes, quietly un-friend them, don’t follow back, or just fade into the background altogether. No need to hurt their feelings, or make a big fuss. I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t interact with them on a regular basis, and don’t frequent the same writing groups, chances are they probably won’t notice anyway. For heaven’s sake, don’t tell them what you’re doing or why, no matter how casual or polite you intend to be, because you never know just how hurtful your words might be to them personally and/or creatively. Stifling another writer's muse is not pretty, and it's unnecessary. I always revert back to kindergarten, and remember that rule my mama told me, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.” If you don’t care for the content of a certain genre, or if a genre goes against your religious or moral beliefs, nobody expects you to compromise yourself just to show your support.
And never tell another author that you’ll remain connected to them on social networks as long as they guarantee never to post anything about their own books on their own page. That’s rude, inconsiderate, insulting, and completely uncalled for. Statements like that speak more about your character than that of the author you’re singling out.
When all is said and done, we're all in the same boat together. We can be a sensitive bunch who treat our books like our children, and as such, we naturally parent in different ways. You might prefer to teach your kids abstinence, while I might encourage waiting for marriage, too, but still suggest condoms as a backup plan just in case my kids don't listen.
This industry can be harsh enough without authors hurting other authors.
When we work together, and treat each other with respect, it's a truly beautiful sight to behold.
THAT'S the world I want to be a part of.
Anyone caring to leave a comment, please feel free to speak your heart, but also please remember to be courteous to others whose opinions might differ from your own.
Carry on my lovelies, and let's get some writing done!!!!
In fact, I was told once by a fellow author, that she wouldn’t read my books because they were erotic. (Not just Tyler’s books, but even my male/female books). I considered her extremely conservative religion, and shook it off. Some people don’t want raw passion and consummation in a story unless it’s behind closed doors, and that’s perfectly fine. I get it. I gave it some thought and figured, what the heck, she wasn’t my target audience anyway. No harm, no foul. Since then, I’ve paid more attention to which authors lend a hand to help, and I have been amazed by the positive response Tyler has received. So many of you out there in Publishingland are amazing. That’s how it's supposed to be; authors helping authors. At least, that's what I've been told since I first stepped foot into this world in 2009. Then, it happened again. Another author contacted me privately, saying she would be discontinuing her association with me because of the nature of my writing … since I’ve been writing erotic romance for three years, and she hadn’t had a problem with it before, I naturally came to the conclusion that this sudden change of heart had to have been because of Tyler.
Now, mind you, Tyler’s first book. “Beyond Honor” released in June of 2012, and has done fairly well compared to my thirteen previously published books under my real name.
Readers have been very kind to this book and I am forever in their debt.
Equality for American soldiers as well as everyone else, is a subject near and dear to my heart. Not to mention the fact that a married, heterosexual soldier and his wife are responsible for me writing it in the first place. Go figure!
The second book, “Immortal Thirst” blurred the line a bit as a ménage, so its slow rise to stardom wasn't much of a surprise, nor did it break my spirit with it's lackluster success. It was a fun story I enjoyed writing just to see how far I could stretch the boundaries of my imagination, and tiptoe into uncharted waters.
I'm pleased to say that it's still being purchased and read, and holding its own. Yaay!!
Then came “A Beautiful Lie”, which has been nothing short of a beautiful surprise!!
Readers have feasted on this story, and have raved about every tasty morsel, which has delighted me to no end. Even the least flattering reviews haven’t totally ripped me to shreds, and I am thankful for that.
This story was set in the town where I was born and still currently live, and although fictionalized, and not based on real people, it has left a deep impression on so many readers who've contacted me about it. Their support and thoughts on the story have truly touched my heart.
I’d come to think I’d found my calling. So, imagine my heartbreak to discover that the worst blow I would receive wouldn’t come from a dissatisfied reader, or even a conservative reader lashing out against homosexuality, but rather, another author whom I’ve gladly promoted many, many times over the years. It was in that moment that I realized how much stock we actually put into the opinions of our peers. I must, however, take responsibility for my part in this situation by foolishly allowing another writer to hurt me. I should have known better, and I should have followed the advice of my inner-circle and rebuffed the entire event. Instead, I was caught completely off-guard, and took it much harder than I should have. Maybe it was because I had a lot going on with my daughter graduating high school, and perhaps I was being overly sensitive. Who knows. Looking back now, I’m reminded of the mean girls in those teen movies who stare down their noses at the one girl who dares to be different. Their comments often hit below the belt, even though put in such a way it could almost sound like a compliment. It goes against every fiber of my being to renounce another writer simply because their writing isn’t conducive with the genre I write, and trust me, it’s the main reason I don’t give reviews. I’m no expert on historicals, sci-fi, and a number of other genres. I don’t read them, so naturally, I can’t give an unbiased opinion. I simply can’t bring myself to say anything bad about writers who are in the same place I am in their career. My opinion isn’t all that important, so why talk down to someone who writes something different than what I write? It would serve no purpose, and would just make me look, and feel, like an ass. I write gay romance in a world where prejudice is something a lot of people pretend no longer exists, and many find it easy to hide behind religion, with no regard to the blatant fact that not everyone is of the same mind when it comes to religious beliefs, nor are they required to be. I get it, I really do. Not everyone believes in equality, and the right to be who they are. And not every writer is going to include sex or even sexuality in their stories, and that’s their right to do as they feel best for who they are as an artist. I’m me, and I write what I feel in my heart is real, and sometimes the truth is ugly, and uncomfortable, but it’s still the truth. Love and romance are the same. Heterosexual couples don’t love any more or less than gay/lesbian couples. Heterosexuals are no more faithful or capable of maintaining long-term, monogamous relationships than their gay/lesbian counterparts. And in that respect, mainstream romance authors are no better than erotic authors, nor should they be held in higher esteem because they choose not to include sex in their books. That way of thinking would be absurd, and a whole other kind of bias. If you have ever followed me on any social media sites, you would know that I don’t post sexually explicit material, except the occasional sexy photo on hump day, and even those are clothed and never too risqué.
I try to be positive in everything I post. Okay, so I go overboard with photos of my kids and our pets. And look out during football season, you might get bonked upside the head with flying Houston Texans' memorabilia. I’m also careful to post warnings on my blogs when sexual content will be displayed. I take that very seriously because the last thing I want to do is offend someone. I make myself quite clear as often as I can that other authors should not feel obligated to promote me or my books. I’m okay if they don’t. If someone doesn’t approve of what I write, or who I promote, they don’t have to follow me, or subscribe to my posts. It’s just that simple. As an author, I owe my success, and even my self-esteem, to other authors. Without that support system, this journey would be an uphill battle, and certainly not as much fun as it has been so far. I rely on my peers to cheer me on as I cheer them on. We’re on the same team, share similar stories, express ourselves in much the same way, and when we’re together, we become like family, understanding each other in ways our real families often times cannot. I’ve said many times over the years that nobody gets another writer like another writer. We’re a special breed of people, and speak a language all our own. When the chips are down, nobody can guide you through the minefield better than another author who’s gone through before you.
So, if you find yourself in this situation, my advice, whatever it’s worth, is this:
If you come across an author whose books aren’t quite your cup of tea, move on. Never say anything negative to them, or make them feel like they aren’t on your same level because the material in their books aren’t the same as yours. If you start thinking, or acting like you’re better than someone, trust me, someone else will inevitably come along and do the same to you. It doesn't feel very nice at all. If you don’t like what someone writes, quietly un-friend them, don’t follow back, or just fade into the background altogether. No need to hurt their feelings, or make a big fuss. I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t interact with them on a regular basis, and don’t frequent the same writing groups, chances are they probably won’t notice anyway. For heaven’s sake, don’t tell them what you’re doing or why, no matter how casual or polite you intend to be, because you never know just how hurtful your words might be to them personally and/or creatively. Stifling another writer's muse is not pretty, and it's unnecessary. I always revert back to kindergarten, and remember that rule my mama told me, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.” If you don’t care for the content of a certain genre, or if a genre goes against your religious or moral beliefs, nobody expects you to compromise yourself just to show your support.
And never tell another author that you’ll remain connected to them on social networks as long as they guarantee never to post anything about their own books on their own page. That’s rude, inconsiderate, insulting, and completely uncalled for. Statements like that speak more about your character than that of the author you’re singling out.When all is said and done, we're all in the same boat together. We can be a sensitive bunch who treat our books like our children, and as such, we naturally parent in different ways. You might prefer to teach your kids abstinence, while I might encourage waiting for marriage, too, but still suggest condoms as a backup plan just in case my kids don't listen.
This industry can be harsh enough without authors hurting other authors.
When we work together, and treat each other with respect, it's a truly beautiful sight to behold.
THAT'S the world I want to be a part of.
Anyone caring to leave a comment, please feel free to speak your heart, but also please remember to be courteous to others whose opinions might differ from your own.
Carry on my lovelies, and let's get some writing done!!!!
May 21, 2013
R. Brennan stops by with "A Leap of Faith"...
Happy Hump Day my lovelies!
Please help me welcome my fellow Evernight author, R. Brennan and her latest novel, A Leap of Faith!! Evernight's "Romance on the Go" titles may be short, but that doesn't always mean they're sweet and simple, too. Just take a look at that yummy cover!! Nothin' sweet about that. Nope, that looks truly naughty. I can't wait to dive into this one. But first, a little about Ms. Brennan…
R. Brennan is a subbie brat with a bitch streak, an IT geek for the state of New York, and reformed gaming addict raising her daughters in the rolling hills of Upstate NY. (You know, where it takes a ten minute drive to buy a gallon of milk, and the smell of cows lingers on the breeze.) The brave are welcome to follow her blog: http://bexbooknook.wordpress.com or stalk her on twitter: @bexbrennan Often sarcastic, blunt, and NSFW, but usually entertaining.
New submissive, Faith Daniels is completely infatuated with her amazing Dominant, Richard Halstead, so when he sends her a summons via text message a full day before they had plans to meet, she can barely contain her excitement. But, Richard didn’t just invite her over for a play date. Not this time. He has a proposition for Faith. One that could change the rest of her life.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, pet play
Buy Links:Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand | Amazon
Excerpt (Mature Audiences Only):
Strong hands grabbed hold of her kneecaps, startling her. Richard jerked her legs apart until she knelt in an exposed V position. His voice arrived close to her ear, sending a chill through her. “When I ask you to kneel for me, this is how you are to do it. I want you to display your desire. Show your need with the pride of a submissive. Do you understand me, Faith?”Her body ached for his touch. The brush of his hand, the caress of a breast. Anything. She’d even welcome the slap of his paddle if it meant he’d touch her again. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper.“That’s my girl.” He slid a finger along her wet opening. Half a breath later, she heard his lips smack together, as if he’d just finished eating barbeque ribs. “Sweet nectar.” His hand returned to probe her slit. A finger entered her.A gasp of pleasure tore from Faith’s throat, contorting into a whimper when he withdrew from her quivering pussy.He traced a fingertip over her mouth, coating her lips with the evidence of her arousal. The carnal scent of her juices surrounded her, pushing Faith toward the mindless black abyss of wanton need. Her nails dug into the flesh of her forearms as she willed herself to resist reaching for him again.Two fingers forced their way into her mouth. “Taste your desire.” Faith sucked them clean, her tongue swirling sensually around each offered digit. Richard abruptly withdrew his hand and moved away.Solitude rushed in to fill the space he left behind, leaving Faith breathless. He signaled his return a few pounding heartbeats later with the ‘snap’ of his leash on her collar. “Come, pet,” he commanded.
Add it on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17894387-a-leap-of-faith
Author Links:Blog: http://bexbooknook.wordpress.comWebsite: http://rbrennan.weebly.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/bexbooknookTwitter: http://twitter.com/bexbrennanPinterest: http://pinterest.com/rebelhart69
May 20, 2013
SWAK Welcomes Tamsin Baker and Timing is Everything...
Welcome my fellow Evernight author, Tamsin Baker, along with heroine, “Angie” from Tamsin’s new novel, “Timing is Everything”!!
Angie has always wanted to visit the dungeon her boss and long-time friend frequents. When she finally gets there she is scared, interested and aroused. The car trip home with the man she is secretly in love with, indicates he may feel the same too.Unable to do much about it that night, Angie frees herself of her current ties and gets ready for the next Friday at Lily’s. Taking the risk to lose her job and her best friend. Will it be worth it to find out just how deep Mark’s feelings go?Angie, late twenties, journalist.
ADULT EXCERPT:Be warned: Public exhibition, BDSM
They walked past several other couples who were still watching the wax play and pushed into the final room which was completely full. Both observers and lifestyle people stood watching in awe as a female Domme suckled on the breasts of her female sub, bound in an extremely intricate and advanced rope play position. The sub was completely naked, her legs spread wide for everyone to see her shaved pink parts.Angie’s own pussy throbbed at the sight. If she was truly honest, she had always wanted to be with another woman. Angie knew that she was bi-curious. But as a serial monogamist, it had never been possible. Never one to stray while involved with someone, she had never been single long enough to experiment outside of a relationship.The sub, who was petite and blonde, moaned and thrust her breasts higher. She was covered in a fine film of sweat and flushed pink. Her Domme laughed and circled her exposed, wet clit with a single finger. “You have been such a good girl tonight.”Angie gasped and stepped back. What was going to happen now?She leaned up against Mark’s chest and his arms came around her waist, holding her tight. His lips moved against Angie’s ear. “Watch.”Mark’s erection dug into her back and she tried to ignore it by focusing on what was unfolding in front of her. She would probably never see something like this ever again.The Domme moved her finger over the subs clit faster. “Come, my baby girl, come.”The beautiful sub screamed, her back arched and her body convulsed. Despite the ropes restraining her, she looked like she enjoyed it very much.The Domme kissed her sub’s face, whispering to her and stroking her body in a comforting way. She rubbed her sub’s clit once more and the girl moaned and convulsed in minor shock waves. It was incredible to see, to experience, and to share with them. To watch the care and dynamic of the two, the raw sexuality of the scene overlying the obvious love and respect under pinning their relationship. Every part of BDSM that Angie loved was on display in this scene and she felt her gut clench in envy.Angie’s clit throbbed and she shifted where she stood. She was wet, very wet. She opened her mouth to breathe but it was too hot in that room to cool down efficiently.“Shall we get out of here? You’ve probably seen enough for one night.” Mark’s voice was a welcome relief from her body’s inner tightening. She nodded, unable to answer, and grabbed his hand.Mark pulled her through a separate exit and into the cool night air, and Angie stepped into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. He laughed when she snuggled in closer. He felt so good, so strong. He was her rock, always had been.“Let’s get you home, young lady.”
Now for a chat with Angie:
Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?Yes, she did initially. Stopped the story after that first night at Lily’s dungeon. I couldn’t have that. This is an erotic romance, not erotica! I wanted my happily ever after!
Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?I wouldn’t usually say no, but when it comes to Mark, then yes. I’ve been in love with that man for years and just can’t find the courage to approach the issue.
What is the most interesting thing that has happened to you?It would have to be that first night at Lily’s... until the second night, of course. I always wanted to check out a real dungeon, and I did! Who ever gets to live out a real fantasy?
Did you do anything special after your first adventure?Yes, I broke up with my boyfriend… so that I could proposition the man I love.
How many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?Oh, I am boring… six total and only ever one at a time.
Find Timing is Everything here:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/timing-is-everything-by-tamsin-baker/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Timing-Is-Everything-Romance-ebook/dp/B00CTSF8XK/ref=sr_1_10?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369083285&sr=1-10&keywords=timing+is+everything
May 19, 2013
Raven McAllan is stirring up some romance ... again!!
Frequent flyer, Raven McAllan is back on SWAK today, and just as lovely as ever!!Sadly, I must admit that I’ve failed her miserably. Her post was scheduled to go live yesterday, but like the scatterbrain I’ve been known to be, I thought I could put in a little “work” time on the same day as my oldest daughter’s senior PROM!!! NOT!!Needless to say, although I may be a day late with Raven’s pimpage, this author is always top-notch in our hearts here on Sealed with a Kiss!!
It’s all yours. Raven…take it away…
I love popping in here, the cakes and coffee are excellent…and I feel so at home…And let's face it, when you're as hyper as I am today, it's great to visit friends. I'm all dancing all excited because Cecilia's Claim is published. This is book two in a Regency Series I'm writing with Lee Brazil. Each book is stand alone, although of course we'd love you to read them all…
Everyone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock...About Cecilia…She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?Cecy's willpower is never strong when she's around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just on what form the 'more' should take?
Here's a tease:
With another sigh, she left the room and made her way to her bedchamber. She looked at the double-ended glove mender and the darning mushroom Randall had given to her with a quiet, "Perhaps these will stand you in good stead until I find the perfect jade for you." They were adequate as a stand-in for a firm cock, but as she well knew, once a cock had been enjoyed, nothing else was ever as good. With a determination she didn't realize she had, she turned away from her sewing drawer, undressed and got into bed. She may be unconventional and a rebel, but she had to curb her enthusiasm. Perhaps it was as well she had a lot that occupied her mind other than the joy of satisfying her carnal needs? To dream of a man with eyes so dark they were the color of a midnight sky, and feel him leaning over her, whispering her name, stroking her brow and holding her. Someone—something—else also, so nebulous that try as she might strive to discover what held her in thrall, she couldn't.
She is not what you'd expect from a Regency miss… But then I don't think I could write about simpering debutantes with no spine, or dull as dishwater personalities. I like strong willed strong minded women who stand up to their partners, and make them work for their HEA. I think Cecy fits the bill perfectly, and I hope you do as well…
www.evernightpublishing.com
Nosy links…
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP. Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven here…
http://www.ravenmcallan.comhttp:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
May 6, 2013
Sealed with a Kiss welcomes Doris O'Connor and The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin...
This week’s just getting better and better. We’ve had some amazing guests the last few weeks, and today is no exception.
Please help me welcome fellow Evernight author, Doris O’Connor and her latest yummy release, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
Doris, Sealed with a Kiss is all yours…
Thanks so much for having me here today, Robin, with my newest release, The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin. As always in my stories you'll find a couple incapable of keeping their hands off each other, and sparks fly both in and out of the bedroom. Lakota is your typical Alpha, ruthless in business, and some would say in his personal life, ambitious, stubborn, with a single minded determination to seek revenge on his father by any means possible. He has a jaded view of the world and of women in particular, so when he inherits Alice, he is not best pleased. What to do with a simpering virgin, who must be just another money grabbing so and so. Well, he never does find that out, because Alice might be a virgin, but she does not simper. In fact, she completely throws him for a loop. Alice is a sassy, determined, young woman who chooses to sell her virginity to fund her niece's cancer treatment. Getting married, let alone falling in love had never been the plan…
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task. Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits. Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
ADULT Excerpt: He'd bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?"Lakota?" Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her."I'm here, my sweet. Relax." She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again."Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled."I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."He'd gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin. He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."****Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it."I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.""Do we have to take it off?" He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered."I don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will react."Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words."I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."
BUY LINKS: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.html
http://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG
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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 LINKS: WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrandBarnes&Noble
Please help me welcome fellow Evernight author, Doris O’Connor and her latest yummy release, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
Doris, Sealed with a Kiss is all yours…
Thanks so much for having me here today, Robin, with my newest release, The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin. As always in my stories you'll find a couple incapable of keeping their hands off each other, and sparks fly both in and out of the bedroom. Lakota is your typical Alpha, ruthless in business, and some would say in his personal life, ambitious, stubborn, with a single minded determination to seek revenge on his father by any means possible. He has a jaded view of the world and of women in particular, so when he inherits Alice, he is not best pleased. What to do with a simpering virgin, who must be just another money grabbing so and so. Well, he never does find that out, because Alice might be a virgin, but she does not simper. In fact, she completely throws him for a loop. Alice is a sassy, determined, young woman who chooses to sell her virginity to fund her niece's cancer treatment. Getting married, let alone falling in love had never been the plan…
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task. Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits. Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?ADULT Excerpt: He'd bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?"Lakota?" Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her."I'm here, my sweet. Relax." She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again."Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled."I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."He'd gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin. He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."****Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it."I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.""Do we have to take it off?" He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered."I don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will react."Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words."I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."
BUY LINKS: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.html
http://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG
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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 LINKS: WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrandBarnes&Noble
May 5, 2013
She's baaack!! Raven McAllan is keepin' May rockin'...
Welcome back everyone!!I’m not going to keep you all waiting today. Raven is fired up and I’m sure all of you are as well. So, without further ado … Raven, take it away!!!
When I have a book out, after the dancing squealing, drinking Fizz is over, one of my biggest worries is blog writing. Yes, of course its not the biggest worry. That's the 'oh help I hope people like it', and 'if they don't they tell me why and not just say it was rubbish' worry. I know I can't please everyone. I also know I have a lot to learn, and blogging is one of those things, I'm learning.You see when my book is out, and I'm nipping all over the place I don't want people rolling their eyes and muttering oh sheesh its her again, same old same old, but its not easy coming up with something new. (Not when you're biting your nails and thinking what if no one reads this/enjoys the book/ comments?) So how do I ring the changes?Today as well as the excerpt and blurb (you're not getting away without those, sorry) of Dance to a Different Beat, book two in The Dance Studio (Will You Dance Miss Laurence? is book one) I thought I'd give you an insight into the in site and the stories so to speak.
The Dance Studio is in central Glasgow…
It is a very ordinary building. Ugly even, as lots of Glasgow late nineteenth, early twentieth century buildings are.
Inside is different. Some of the furnishings are antiques, some, like Sean's chair aren't. Some are for a very specific use. (lol)
You'd never get inside without an invite, or guess what The Dance Studio is from the outside.
Jane once bungee jumped from the Finnieston Crane and promptly threw up over her best friends new boots.
The bells of the St Mungo's church at the Tron, will rattle the windows when the wind is in the wrong direction.
Sean is Scottish, even though he has an Irish name and ancestors. He once won a medal at a Highland Games for his Highland Fling.
Jane plays the recorder—badly.
Jane used to play ladies rugby as a hooker. (Yes she giggles as well)
They'll both protect the secrets of the club.
How's that? Now you're privy to a few things no one else apart from me, and the people involved know about.
Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons, or hide. Can she allow herself to let go enough to give this experienced Dom the submission he demands?Jane has always made her own way in life, and the thought of giving up that control has scared her away once.Sean is determined to show her that true submission is a joy, and not something to be feared. He is not prepared to lose her again.As they face her fears, can they reach their full potential, or will those demons just prove too much to conquer?
And let's tease…
As he watched under hooded eyelids Jane ran her hand over the back of a leather chair, and caressed the smooth shape as it swept in a dramatic curve and became the arm. Her fingers splayed out over the wooden covered strength. She'd always been tactile, and Sean could only wish her hands would touch him in the same erotic way. The thought of her mouth on his cock, or himself buried deep inside her pussy, had been the basis of more than one of his climaxes. He despaired of ever seeing if his fantasies lived up to the reality. She looked at him. "So this is vanilla?" He nodded. Shit, I must seem like one of those stupid nodding dogs you win at the fair. "So?""Oh nothing really," Jane smirked. "But a chair like a giant clit isn't what I'd call vanilla." He laughed. "You, my dear, are the other person to recognize that, let alone remark on it.""Really? So what does everyone else see?" She sounded genuinely interested."Comfortable.""What?" Jane sounded incredulous as she let him seat her at a small round table carefully screened from the wind, and prying eyes. "Nothing else? It's two-tone red leather, for goodness sake."He shrugged and went to a side table where an array of fruit was set under muslin covers. "People only see what they want to see Jane. And hear what they want to hear." He handed her a bowl of fruit with everything Ryan had assured him she loved in it. "Don't you agree?""Hmm." She ate a spoon full of raspberries. As the deep red vied with the subtle hue of her lips Sean's cock reacted and hardened. Damn, if he didn't wish it was his prick that was being sucked into her mouth. "How d'you mean?" She swallowed and filled her spoon again. "This is good. If I'd known I was coming for breakfast, I'd have ditched the joggers and worn something tidier. So, you were saying?""That people have selective sight and hearing, and interpret things in their own way to suit themselves." He paused. Should he? Why not? It can't make things any worse. "Take yourself for instance. Your friend wants to come to dance, you hear BDSM. Did you ever check with her to see what she'd been told? Nope, you just jumped to conclusions. Why? Have you been to see Ava and Ryan? No, not since she told you what had happened. You worry her and Ry, you know, but does it bother you? Evidently not, you just see them as threatening your safe sterile life and ignore them. And you set the whole thing up, and I could have sworn not five minutes ago you were really happy for them, but you haven't told them that. They both wonder what they've done to insult you. And us? You ran. You saw how well we meshed, and ran. No questions to me, no define what you mean, nothing. You just bottled. And now look at you? You look like a bag lady. Your glow has gone. When are you going to open your eyes and ears and see and hear what's going on? When are you going to give us a chance? Or are you going to let yourself be sucked into apathy and sterility? For fuck's sake remind yourself what you felt with me, tell yourself you deserve more. And bloody well talk."He slammed his hands on the table so hard both the crockery and Jane jumped. Her spoon fell to the floor, followed by three slices of apple and a grape.
Dance to a Different Beat is available from www.evernightpublshing.com from May 6th (and Amazon, Allromance Ebooks and Bookstrand)
Nosy links…
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP. Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven here…
http://www.ravenmcallan.com http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
May 3, 2013
Raven McAllan takes over Sealed with a Kiss for the Weekend!!
I'm turning Sealed With a Kiss over to a frequent-flyer slash amazing-author this weekend, Raven McAllan, so sit back, pull up a chair, get comfy, and let's have some fun...
A big thank you to Robin for letting me run amok on her blog this month. As I've said on many occasions, my books are copying London buses (none for ages and then they all come together)So I'm going to be hanging around and visiting a few times over the coming weeks. I hope I don't bore you. I'll do my best not to. And at the end of my last blog spot here, on 20th , I'll do a wee giveaway for those who've commented on them all. That's today, the 6th , and again on the 20th.Three very different books, so hopefully something for everyone.
Today, I'm Talking about Impulse, The First of the Isola Dei Sogni books, which was released on 2nd May by Just Ink Press.This story really is about Impulses. How I went in for a competition… on impulse… wrote a very different story with the main characters, and completely re-wrote it… on impulse, when Leona, my lovely editor, asked me if I had anything remotely magical or paranormal I could send her. And then listened to my characters as they acted on impulse as well.
I'm not a plotter, I'm an out and put pantster, and I write as my characters tell me. Which is why this story is set on an island in the Indian Ocean. That and the fact I'd just returned from Sri Lanka and The Maldives where I'd started to write the new improved true story of Impulse according to Mia and Dylan. That beautiful area of the world put me right into the mood…for the story…Hush…And So I listened and wrote.
Impulse is the result.
Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?
EXCERPT:"Inside." His voice was hoarse. "Touch inside. In the way you'd like me to touch you. Show me, Mia. Show me."Her body was on fire as she moved her hand. She'd show him, and rejoiced that she'd found a person who desired her so much."Like this?" With an insouciance she wouldn't have believed she had, Mia wet her fingers in her mouth and moved them to her pussy. Slowly, she pushed inside herself. The look on his face gave her courage to move them further inside. As she scraped the walls of her channel, her clit tingled and sharp arrows of pleasure honed in on her nipples. Her juices coated her fingers, and without conscious thought, she moved her hand to coat her nipples with her essence. She trembled as she returned it to her heated sheath. Her head fell back and she gave herself to the sensations that bombarded her."My turn." Dylan stood up and pushed his chair back. It fell over and hit the floor with a bang. Mia jumped at the unexpected noise and her hand moved out of her channel and dropped onto her lap. He lifted it to his lips."Ah, so good, it tastes of you." Goose bumps covered her skin as he put her fingers into his mouth and licked them one by one. "Now I can't wait, my lovely Mia. Are you ready?"*****If that has interested you, book two, Temptation, is Meryl and Marloth's story, and boy are they difficult. (in the nicest possible way) They so know what they want. I'm having great fun listening to them…*****Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP. Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.You can find out more about Raven at the following links:Website | Blog| Facebook Fanpage | Facebook Profile | Twitter
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April 23, 2013
Elyzabeth VaLey and "A Dragon's Heart, A Demon's Blood"!
We're back and we're ready to keep the celebrations goin!!
Help me welcome Elyzabeth and her latest book, "A Dragon's Heart, A Demon's Blood"!!
He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear...
Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?
Buy links:Evernight Amazon.comAmazon.ukAREBookstrand
My recent release, A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood makes an incursion into three different worlds: 1. Earth, where they visit Madrid, Stockholm and New York. 2. The Demon Realm3. The Dragon Realm I've talked about Madrid and the Dragon realm before (you can read those posts here and here), today it's the turn of the Demon Realm.When you think of demons what's the first thing that comes to mind? In my case, my mind conjures an array of creatures that go from a beautiful and dangerous succubi to the red demon holding a pitched fork. In A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, the Demon Realm, has all that and more. Allow me to introduce you to some of the creatures that want Adrian and Victoria dead.
Zendaya, Queen of the demons. She's a beautiful succubus that captures and coerces Adrian into capturing a human: Victoria. She wants the girl alive though she is reluctant to tell Adrian why.
Folgé:The demon shaman. He lives in flame and feeds on fire and pain. His flesh is black with luminous blue symbols that seem to swirl like vivid flames. His eyes are black pools.
The Eaters: Also known as spirit scavengers. They have no shadowy manifestations like the “traditional” demon; nor can they impersonate humans. They walk unsteadily on stilted goat legs, blood dripping from festering wounds on its human torso. Slashing claws can easily rip your heart out.
Torturers and Soul Rippers: They worm their way into a human’s mind and torture them, be it by doubt, melancholy or simply constant whispered voices in their heads, destroying the human’s soul bit by bit.
“Traditional demons”: In all shapes and sizes they can walk around the human population disguised as shadows, whispering lies and horrors into a person’s mind. They tend to walk in shadow, but they can also take on a human form, to better torment the soul.One of the demons greatest ability is that it senses emotions. It knows when you're scared, excited, nervous... No matter the type of demon, their greatest enemy is the dragon. For just as dragons want to protect the human race, demons strive for its destruction. Things have been relatively quiet between the two realms for the past one hundred years but they are two races at permanent odds. It might not seem like it, but demons and dragons have much more things in common than one would imagine. Adrian fully knows this, for through his veins runs demon blood while in his heart a dragon rests. The only person that knew this is long dead, but now Victoria knows too...
*** WARNING *** ADULT *** Excerpt:
Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped. “Already?”In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak. “You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.” His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes. “Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding. “You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.” Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him. “Adrian.”She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening. “You don’t want this, sweetheart.” “Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall. “I do want it.” Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him. “Come on, sweetheart.” His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths. “No, Victoria. You don’t want this.” Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away. “Get a grip, Vicky.” Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.
A little about Elyzabeth:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
Contact Links:
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Help me welcome Elyzabeth and her latest book, "A Dragon's Heart, A Demon's Blood"!!
He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear...
Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?Buy links:Evernight Amazon.comAmazon.ukAREBookstrand
My recent release, A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood makes an incursion into three different worlds: 1. Earth, where they visit Madrid, Stockholm and New York. 2. The Demon Realm3. The Dragon Realm I've talked about Madrid and the Dragon realm before (you can read those posts here and here), today it's the turn of the Demon Realm.When you think of demons what's the first thing that comes to mind? In my case, my mind conjures an array of creatures that go from a beautiful and dangerous succubi to the red demon holding a pitched fork. In A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, the Demon Realm, has all that and more. Allow me to introduce you to some of the creatures that want Adrian and Victoria dead.
Zendaya, Queen of the demons. She's a beautiful succubus that captures and coerces Adrian into capturing a human: Victoria. She wants the girl alive though she is reluctant to tell Adrian why.
Folgé:The demon shaman. He lives in flame and feeds on fire and pain. His flesh is black with luminous blue symbols that seem to swirl like vivid flames. His eyes are black pools.
The Eaters: Also known as spirit scavengers. They have no shadowy manifestations like the “traditional” demon; nor can they impersonate humans. They walk unsteadily on stilted goat legs, blood dripping from festering wounds on its human torso. Slashing claws can easily rip your heart out.
Torturers and Soul Rippers: They worm their way into a human’s mind and torture them, be it by doubt, melancholy or simply constant whispered voices in their heads, destroying the human’s soul bit by bit.
“Traditional demons”: In all shapes and sizes they can walk around the human population disguised as shadows, whispering lies and horrors into a person’s mind. They tend to walk in shadow, but they can also take on a human form, to better torment the soul.One of the demons greatest ability is that it senses emotions. It knows when you're scared, excited, nervous... No matter the type of demon, their greatest enemy is the dragon. For just as dragons want to protect the human race, demons strive for its destruction. Things have been relatively quiet between the two realms for the past one hundred years but they are two races at permanent odds. It might not seem like it, but demons and dragons have much more things in common than one would imagine. Adrian fully knows this, for through his veins runs demon blood while in his heart a dragon rests. The only person that knew this is long dead, but now Victoria knows too...
*** WARNING *** ADULT *** Excerpt:
Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped. “Already?”In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak. “You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.” His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes. “Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding. “You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.” Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him. “Adrian.”She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening. “You don’t want this, sweetheart.” “Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall. “I do want it.” Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him. “Come on, sweetheart.” His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths. “No, Victoria. You don’t want this.” Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away. “Get a grip, Vicky.” Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.
A little about Elyzabeth:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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