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Kathleen Grieve is Hosting an Awesome Scavenger Hunt!!

Welcome back!! 
Today I'm turning Sealed With a Kiss over to my fellow Evernight author, Kathleen Grieve for a Scavenger Hunt!! 
Kathleen has a lot of fun planned, and a BIG prize up for grabs, so have a blast and good luck!!!



For Dating Impossible, I wanted to do something a bit more than just a regular blog tour. I thought it would be fun if you all looked for a secret word. From day one, there will be a secret word inside the body of each post.  When you string them together in order, they make a sentence. Be the first person to email me at kathleengrieveauthor@gmail.com with the completed sentence and win a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate!
To be eligible, you must also leave a comment on each blog, follow my own blog http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com , follow me on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Kathleen-GrieveAuthor/251669291518939 and on Twitter @kathleengrieve
I will also be picking one person from each comment section to win a free e-book copy of Dating Impossible, the second book in my Dating Series from Evernight Publishing.
I look forward to hearing from you! Now let’s have some fun!  First off, I’d like to thank Robin Badillo for having me here on her blog today.  Today, I want to know if you’ve ever experienced hot, raw, passion! A magnetic pull so strong, you’re unable to resist the tug on all your senses.  That is the kind of magnetism my H/H have in Dating Impossible.  Their attraction for each other overpowers them both at times and I must say, some of the sex scenes written in this book flew off the computer keyboard which really surprised me because they can be agonizing for me to write sometimes.  LOL  (secret word #3 “to”).  So, is that kind of sex only in books? I can honestly say I’ve experienced it, but what I want to know is—have you?  So leave me a comment to be eligible for the grand prize drawing of a $100 Amazon Gift Card and a chance to get your free e-copy of Dating Impossible! 
Enjoy the rest of your day!Kathleen

Focused on her career, Dr. JJ Jones doesn't have time to date—and she certainly doesn't want to date the "player"of the ER none other than her girlhood crush, Dr. Cruz Avery. JJ found out the hard way that romantic relationships in the work place don't mix forcing her to relocate back to Arizona and change jobs. She's determined to spend her free time enjoying her Harley, reading true-crime novels, and learning about the new community she lives in. Dogged by the gorgeous Dr. Avery with his skillful hands, disarming smile, and hot lips, her resolve wavers. For now, she's having fun making his mission to date her down right impossible!

EXCERPT:But damn if she wasn’t all prickly one minute and hot and yummy in his arms the next. His cock hardened and he shifted in his chair. Large almond-shaped green eyes, pink pouty lips, and that sexy belly button ring and tattoos. Cruz shook his head. JJ was definitely a mix of contradictions. She was all innocence and badass rolled into one. And smart. None of his usual bullshit lines would work with her. So how was he going to get past her no-dating-a-co-worker rule and find out if they had the possibility of a real future together? Christ, she was making this entire dating thing impossible. He rubbed the tense muscles of his neck. Sex two nights in a row doesn’t mean we are dating. Or in a relationship.Her words looped over and over against his skull and were the other reason why he couldn’t concentrate on jack-shit today. What he needed was a plan. But what? He sat up straighter in his leather chair. The kernel of an idea blossomed. What if she didn’t realize they were going out on dates? Yeah, baby. He liked the notion already. But he’d have to tread carefully. JJ was a clever girl. Cruz would just have to be one step ahead of her in order to make his plan work. And once she was hooked on him… He glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of his office door and pointed to himself. His lips curved into a perfect smile and he winked.Who could resist this?
Get your copy of Dating Impossible here: www.evernightpublishing.com

About Kathleen GrieveFull time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one.


Connect with Kathleen here:Website: www.kathleengrieve.com
Keeping A Pulse On Life & Romance Blog: http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com
Amazon: amazon.com/author/kathleengrieve
Twitter @KathleenGrieve
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Kathleen-Grieve.html
Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Kathleen-GrieveAuthor/251669291518939
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1806364.Kathleen_Grieve

Welcome Fellow Evernight Author, Cait Jarrod and Kidnapped Hearts!!

Welcome back everyone!!Today, I am happily turning the reins over to one of my fellow Evernight Publishing authors, Cait Jarrod.Grab a hot cup of coffee, sit back, and get ready for some good ol' romantic yumminess!!
I’m excited to introduce my first book in the Band of Friends series, Kidnapped Hearts! Everyone has a story. Here’s mine: My mother was an avid reader. She was the first woman in the US to hold the acting-editor position at a college, something I learned when we wrote her obituary. A year after she passed, I wanted a way to connect with her, to feel that she was still in my life, so I began to read. Before this, I only read for research, never for pleasure. I put pen to paper after I attended an author’s book signing at Romance Writers of America convention. A well-known author asked me if I was a writer. I said that I wasn’t creative, couldn’t do it. She smiled and said three magical words, “Sure, you can.” Thus, the journey began. I wrote this book, then put it aside, and wrote ten more. In all, I wrote over a million words, which I have been told is the ticket to finding your voice. I had a very dear friend read over each of my chapters, but I needed more input. I joined an online critique group, Scribophile, in the summer of 2012 and quickly learned the art of writing. By the end of October, I submitted to a few publishers and after hearing rave reviews about Evernight Publishing, I decided they would be the ones to help me continue this journey.
Small town girl and owner of The Memory Café, Pamela Young, regales in her life with her friends, aptly named the Band of Friends until her life is turned upside down with stolen bearer bonds mysteriously coming into her possession.After a five-year disappearing act, Jake Gibson returns home retired from the FBI, and ready to make a mends with his estranged family. A freelance case falls into his lap, involving the woman he’d resisted years ago. He will do anything to protect Pamela, even put his life in jeopardy along with his heart.

Here's where you can find Cait and Kidnapped Hearts!!Webpage:http://www.caitjarrod.comTwitter:https://twitter.com/CaitJarrodFB:https://www.facebook.com/cait.jarrodEmail:cait.jarrod@aol.com
Kidnapped Hearts – Buy now:Evernight Link:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/kidnapped-hearts-by-cait-jarrod/
Amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/Kidnapped-Hearts-Band-Friends-ebook/dp/B00BH78B7Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361230473&sr=8-1&keywords=cait+jarrod

Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler are sharing something "Sinfully Delicious"

Now that Valentine's Day is over, we can finally get on with the romance!!
Please help me welcome authors, Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler and their yummy book, "Sinfully Delicious"!!


Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)

Christine's been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters -- in the worst way. But all it takes is one... and when the right man comes along, he's Sinfully Delicious.
Excerpt:Wednesday EveningIt’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself -- not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”“I love you too. Now go.”Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.The announcer rang the bell.The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines -- nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”

To find more books and lots of other goodies, check out Dirk and Kameron's links:Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.comFacebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKamGoodreads' links:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brookhttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
Amazon Author Pages:http://amazon.com/author/kameronbrookhttp://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/

To purchase “Sinfully Delicious” click here:http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996

Kameron Brook is sharing something "Sinfully Delicious"

Now that Valentine's Day is over, we can finally get on with the romance!!
Please help me welcome Kameron Brook and "Sinfully Delicious"!!


Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)

Christine's been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters -- in the worst way. But all it takes is one... and when the right man comes along, he's Sinfully Delicious.
Excerpt:Wednesday EveningIt’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself -- not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”“I love you too. Now go.”Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.The announcer rang the bell.The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines -- nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”

To find more books and lots of other goodies, check out Dirk and Kameron's links:Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.comFacebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKamGoodreads' links:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brookhttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
Amazon Author Pages:http://amazon.com/author/kameronbrookhttp://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/

To purchase “Sinfully Delicious” click here:http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996

SWEPT AWAY VALENTINE'S H0P

WELCOME TO THE BLOG SPOT'S VALENTINE'S DAY HOP!!February 14th-17th!!
If you've dropped in for the Evernight Valentine's Day Hopscroll down to the next post...you're NOT too late!!

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Evernight Publishing's Valentine's Day H0P!!

Happy Valentine's Day boys and girls!!
It's been a minute since I've posted anything, but there's good reason for it and you'll understand as 2013 unfolds and a bounty of new books for my later ego, Tyler Robbins  start to release one by one!!

Before we celebrate , let's have a little fun with my first ever wolf shifter story with Evernight!!

To get the most out of this Valen-tabulous Hop you will need to read the excerpt below, from "Family Ties" and answer the question about what you read. 
Easy enough, right? 
Then, click on the Evernight Facebook page link and let me know you've "liked" it and I will put your name into a drawing for a $10.00 gift certificate for Evernight Publishing or a $10.00 gift card for Amazon. ONE winner will be chosen PER PRIZE and I will announce those winners after the hop!!

Sound like fun??
Well, let's get to it then...

Every pack needs an alpha, and every alpha needs a pack.Tucker Wilde, a lone wolf, returns to the town where his shifter lineage first began, only to discover his rightful place as alpha has been handed down through another bloodline. To make matters worse, old family secrets threaten the fate of the love he’s destined to find.Shifter, Tegan Blaid is the key to saving her pack by joining with the son of a powerful pack member, but her heart belongs to Tucker, the one wolf she was never meant to know.Can Tucker and Tegan fight the forces against them to secure their positions in the pack, or is history determined to repeat itself despite their family ties?

VERY Adult Excerpt:

     Tegan always did as she was told. Her father drilled it into their heads at a very early age of how a pack maintained peace and how every member must acknowledge the alpha as leader, and as such, he ruled over them all.      Her gut twisted as her instincts responded to the thought. Lance may have been her brother and he may have been an alpha, but he wasn’t her master.      Tucker Wilde proved that in a matter of moments.      The way her body, her mind and her very core responded to Tucker’s commands so effortlessly and without question, told her all she needed to know. Her place was with him.      Why or how she knew, Tegan didn’t have a clue.     As she neared the house, she spied Tucker sitting on the porch railing, dressed and looking just as handsome as ever. His dark hair and tanned features only made him that much more appealing. When he caught sight of her, he stood and went to the steps as Tegan plodded into the yard.      Deep lines trailed across his forehead indicating how much he seemed to care. “Why haven’t you shifted?”     My brother found me.     “In the field?”     Yes. Tegan stepped forward and a sharp pain shot though her shoulder. Her front leg gave way and she limped toward Tucker.     “Shit, you’re hurt.” He rushed to her and knelt at her side. “Let me see.”     I’m okay.     “No you’re not.” He gently spread apart the fur covering her shoulder and examined the wound where Lance bit her. “It’s deep, but I’m sure Hank has something for it.”     Tegan pulled away, conflicted as to whether or not she should even be there at all. Lance saw Hank and will eventually come looking for me.     “We’ll handle Lance.” Tucker stood and softly stroked her coat.   “Come inside. I’ll find you some clothes to wear.”     Still cautious, Tegan gathered enough courage to trust her instincts and followed.      The house was warm and cozy, the way her home used to be when things were normal. A lifetime ago. I’m so sorry for this.     “Don’t be.” Tucker led her down a long hallway into a bedroom. “This is my room. Make yourself at home.” He disappeared into the bathroom.     Tegan jumped up onto his bed and shifted back into human form. She skimmed her fingers over the already healing punctures on the backside of her shoulder and winced as Tucker emerged with a pink bathrobe.      “Pink?” She giggled.     “It was my mom’s.” He handed it to her with a halfcocked grin. “I’d prefer you naked, but Hank may not.”     Heat rushed to her cheeks. “She won’t mind, will she?”     Tucker’s expression darkened as his lips turned downward into a frown. “No. She was killed a few months ago.”     A ball of air lodged in her throat and she gulped it away. The idea of his mother passing away so close to her father’s death, felt wrong somehow. “I’m so sorry, Tucker.” Despite her state of undress, she stood and went to him, hugging him to her.      “It’s still hard, but being here makes me feel closer to her. There’s so much I didn’t know.”     Tegan leaned back and searched his eyes. “My dad…he, um, he died, too.” Tears burned her eyes. She hadn’t said the words out loud in such a long time. It had barely been a year, and though her heart ached for him terribly, saying the words didn’t make it any more believable.      “I know and I have so much to tell you.” He nudged her back and gazed down at her nude body. “But if you don’t put this robe on in the next thirty seconds, I just may toss you on the bed and have my way with you.”     “As long as we’re not related, I won’t put up a fight.” She pushed her breasts against him, rubbing his hard chest through the thin fabric of his blue t-shirt. “I need you.”     Tucker jerked her near and towered over her. His breathing deepened and his dark eyes smoldered. “You’re asking for trouble, you know that don’t you?”     Tegan backed away and slinked up onto the bed on all fours, perching her bare ass in the air before him, offering what she knew he needed, too. “I’m not asking for it, Tucker. I’m begging.”     His eyes narrowed. “Damn.” Tucker yanked his shirt over his head and kicked his clothes off until he stood behind her naked, with his stiffened cock in the palm of his hand.      He crawled onto the bed behind her, bent down and sensually kissed her ass cheek. Kissing his way up her spine, he stopped at the nape of her neck where he’d latched onto her in wolf form, forcing her into submission.      He kissed the tender area and Tegan squirmed as chills splattered across her skin.       “I can’t tell you how horny it made me when you submitted to me in the field. I wanted inside of you so bad it almost killed me.”     Tegan dragged in a ragged breath, trying to control the zaps of electricity rushing to her pussy, making her clit throb. “I’ve never wanted anyone to rule over me, but with you? With you, I can’t control it.”     “So you want to belong to me, then?” He kissed her shoulder.       “Every inch of me is yours, Tucker.”     He sighed heavily. “Then as mine, I suppose I should tell you what I expect.”      Tegan bit her bottom lip as Tucker moved back toward her ass, his fingers toying with her slit from behind. Teasing and playing, he gently stroked her. Moisture seeped from her pussy as his fingers slipped up and down more easily.      “Anything.”      Heat surged when his fingers entered her and Tucker skillfully worked them in and out, twisting and turning inside.      Tegan shuddered with delight, her ass gyrating against his hand.      Tucker stopped, scooted around to lie on his back then positioned her over him, straddling his head. “Come for me.”
ALRIGHTY THEN, HERE'S YOUR QUESTION...
What does Tucker give Tegan to wear when she shifts back into human form? Be as specific as possible. 
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Angelina Rain is Bringing Some Sizzle to Our Christmas!!

       Please help me welcome my fellow Evernight author, Angelia Rain, who's here to share not one, but two of her naughty tales just in time for the holidays!!
      First up, Flames of Desire !!
      I'm turning the show over to Angelina!! Enjoy!!


Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter? That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. It was my own version of the fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.
 Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed, decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn't expect the spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen have on offer.But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth? Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?

Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners, anal sex, orgies
ADULT Excerpt:
She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from the night. Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled off. "Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain, remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost time.A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you okay?"She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and saw the same lust that reflected her own.He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers. The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.
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NEXT UP: Sucking Santa's Candy Cane
Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so annoying! This holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype surrounded around Santa Claus.
Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory, and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky, worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn't that mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate flavored 'candy cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're talking, right? Want to know more about this alluring Santa?
Check out Sucking Santa's Candy Cane!
Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name. Santa Claus isn't real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?  ADULT EXCERPT:
            “Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”          She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.          “What’s up?”          “Did you just say something to me?”          “What do you think I said?”          There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.          “I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.          “Are you now?”          A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?          “What do you think you heard?”          She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”          He climbed off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?           Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”          “We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!          He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.          Her knees shook as she obeyed. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?           She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.           “Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”          How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.           As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.          His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”
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Introducing Drea Layne and her story for Rudolf & Dancer from "Reindeer Games!!"

This week has been awesome and today will be just as much fun!
I'm turning my place over to my honorary wifey, and fellow Wickedly Sexy Writer, Drea Layne. I know you'll be in good hands!!



First I want to thank my wifey, Robin, for having me on her blog today!
Today I am visiting to share with you all my new Christmas book, Rudolf & Dancer, which is part of the Reindeer Games anthology between the Wickedly Sexy Writers. It was a complete pleasure working with these ladies on these stories and I couldn't be more excited too show you my little piece of this great set of stories!
For those who know me well * cough* Robin * cough* I'm a very outspoken person at times. More like I have no filter between my brain and my mouth. LOL!
I try to curb my less “flavorable” thoughts and keep them to myself but it never seems to turn out quite right. I have a wicked sense of twisted humor that only many get and receive well. As a writer I love to put my wicked sense of humor in my stories as much as possible and Rudolf & Dancer is no exception too this rule.
For example did you know that a meadow in the middle of the woods has bees! Oh yes they sure do. And we all know what happens when you are bare @$$ neekid and rolling around in the grass and stumble upon a bee, right? Yep one of my characters finds themselves in this very situation in my newest release.
Make sure you check out my story, Rudolf & Dancer, from Secret Cravings Publishing.

After years away from home, her brother’s freak accident brings Donna Dancer home to the man who broke her heart. Time hasn’t diminished the lust and love, and emotions can’t be denied. Donna is sick of playing reindeer games with her mate, Paul Rudolf, but there are only so many rejections a girl can take.It takes a dedicated man to lead the group of reindeer shifters responsible for bringing joy to millions of children, and Paul takes his job very seriously. Women were nothing more than a distraction he doesn’t need, but he now finds himself feeling lonely and hating the job he’s loved for so long. Rejecting Donna was the one decision he regrets more and more with each passing day.Will this Christmas be as lonely as the rest? Or will Paul and Donna finally find holiday bliss in each others arms.
Adult Excerpt:
All Paul could manage was a grunt of agreement as he pulled gently from the sanctuary of her body. After one last kiss to her lips, he pushed off her body and rolled to the side, allowing his body to flop down on the ground at her side.Staring at the clear sky, he quietly soaked in the sun as he tried desperately to get his emotions and body under control. Minutes went by as they both shared the space in silence. That is, until Paul felt a sharp pain in his ass, causing him to yelp. Immediately, he jumped up and turned in circles, trying to see the source of his pain.
“What?”
“I think a bee just stung me in the ass.”
Laughter filled his ears as his mate fell over in a gale of giggles. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the mirth broke from her body.
“This isn't funny. I think the stinger is still stuck in there.”
Her laughter renewed as she clutched her sides. If he weren't in so much pain, he would have taken the time to enjoy the sounds of her laughter. After a few minutes, Donna settled enough to move to her knees and motion for him turn around.
“I don't see anything. Where’d that big bad bee sting you?”
Pointing to the affected area, Paul stared straight ahead, waiting for the pain he knew was to come as she pulled the stinger out. Luckily, he wasn't allergic or this situation would have gone from funny to dire. The feel of her full lips on his ass took him by surprise. Turning to look over his shoulder, he caught just enough of a glimpse of her kissing his ass before she pulled away and rose to her feet.
“There, all better.”
“I have something else that hurts. Do you wanna kiss it better?” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, Paul turned to face her as his cock started to come alive again.

Buy links:http://drealayne.com/bookshelf/holiday/rudolf-dancer/

Reindeer Games with Lucy Felthouse and "Cupid"

Please help me welcome the next co-author of the Wickedly Sexy Writer's antho/compilation of Reindeer Games, Lucy Felthouse and her book, "Cupid"!!



The Weather Outside is Frightful by Lucy FelthouseI sincerely dislike winter, and I've never made any secret of it. The shorter days, the colder weather, the snow, the ice... ugh! I'd quite happily stay indoors from December until February, if I could. But I've got to out at least once, to see The Hobbit ;)As a result of my dislike of cold, icy weather, the vast majority of my stories are set in the warmer months. I'm no stranger to penning stories that contain rainstorms. I can even cope with a chilly wind for a little while. But ice and snow are usually a no-no. Until this year.When Drea came up with the idea of turning Santa's reindeer into shifters and writing erotic romances about them, I loved it. I'd never written a Christmas-themed story, and if I'm honest, I still haven't. My tale, Reindeer Games: Cupid, is actually set in the New Year, in early January. But there's still a liberal sprinkling of the Christmas season about it. There's also... wait for it... snow and ice! Yes, I finally wrote a tale containing that slippery stuff, and it's actually quite a central part of the plot.You'll have to read it to find out why... ;)
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As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.Has Cupid finally met his match?
More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/
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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Reindeer Games Release Week: Next up ~ "DASHER" by Avril Ashton!!

This week's a doosie for the  Wickedly Sexy Writers  and you won't want to miss a second of it!!
On Monday, our little writers' group celebrated the release of a joint effort we've had in the works since Spring of earlier this year. 
The idea came from our lovely Drea Layne, as a way to placate her OCD tendencies (a trait which we adore BTW!)... and what an undertaking it's been. 
Thankfully that's all behind us as our first ever anthology-slash-compilation hits e-readers everywhere. 
Allow me to introduce the fruits of our labor... Reindeer Games!!
Next up is my sister from another mister, the lovely and always exciting, Avril Ashton!!
     Exotic dancer Monroe Calliste recognizes the reindeer shifter eyeing her with open curiosity as she performs on stage. She remembers too well the one night they allowed themselves free reign over each other’s bodies. But he doesn’t recall their tryst, or maybe pretends not to. Either way, Monroe sets out to give him a refresher course.     Dasher Petrovic has no memory of the coffee-colored temptress insisting they shared more than their bodies at one time. Monroe’s eyes reflect a mutual burn, but she can’t be right. If he’d spent even a second in her bed, he’d know. His ice melts under Monroe’s fire, but the question remains, what happened to his memory?
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ADULT EXCERPT:Outside in the main area, she pulled the fedora low on her head, covering as much of her face as she could as she looked around for him. He was tall, way taller than her, but no matter how much she strained her neck she couldn’t find him. He’d left or maybe gone back into hiding.Fuck.Maybe the bartender, Ioan, remembered something about him. She pushed through the thick crowd and over to the bar. There he sat, beer still in hand, hunched over.She allowed herself a quick drool over the way the white shirt he wore pulled tight over the muscles in his back, putting them on display. At one time, way back when, she’d had her legs around his neck, her fingers digging into all that muscle as he worked her over.Hmm. Damn.She was all wet, and he hadn’t even touched her, not that he would. She sidled up to the bar and hopped on to the stool next to him. Frustrated heat poured off him, intoxicating enough to make her forget place and time.“Long time no see, shifter.”His entire body froze. Monroe smirked and turned her head as Ioan approached with her drink, a Grand Marnier, a splash of lemon juice, and three ice cubes.To his credit, the shifter waited until Ioan moved away before he looked up at her. There again was the confusion, but he blinked, and it disappeared. Different expressions cycled quickly through his eyes; lust, need, confusion, until he settled on cold distrust. Oh, that one hurt.“Do I know you?” A blank question before he raised the beer to his lips.“Yes, you do.” The blond hair he’d sported back then was shaved off until only a shadow remained on his scalp. His eyebrows and lashes gave him away. Lashes she’d been jealous of, they were so long and curly. His cheekbones were more prominent, the bump on his nose wasn’t there the last time, neither was the scruffy beard. Her shifter had gone through some changes.“You do know me, shifter,” she said. “But more importantly, I know you.” She leaned forward and spoke into his ear. “The pretense doesn’t become you, reindeer.”Except for the tightening of his knuckles around the beer bottle, he showed no outward signs of acknowledging her words. Monroe fisted her hands.“Dasher Petrovic. Your name,” she whispered. His body started shaking. “Reindeer shifter.” The shaking grew worse, and he’d closed his eyes.“I’ve got more. I know more about you than I think you even know.”“How?” The word rumbled in his throat. “How?”Was he for real? Monroe frowned. “Two years ago you spent a weekend in my bed, Dash. I know everything because you told me.”The beer slipped from his hands and spilled onto the bar top as his eyes stabbed into her. “No.”Denial. Really? She lifted her head. “This isn’t the place for this conversation. Come with me.”“Fuck that.” He shook his head. “Not happening.”She smiled. “You and I both know you will.”
Here's a little about Avril for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting her yet!!

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable? A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother   Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
Visit: http://www.avrilashton.webs.comhttp://www.avril-ashton.blogspot.comFriend Avril on: http://www.facebook.com/writeravrilashtonhttp://www.twitter.com/#!/AvrilAshGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4623203.Avril_Ashton Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/AvrilAshThe Romance Studio: http://www.theromancestudio.com/fm/aashton.htmiTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/avril-ashton/id446081990?mt=11Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/author/avrilashtonARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Avril+AshtonB&N Link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Avril-Ashton?keyword=Avril+Ashton&store=ebookKOBO: http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Avril+Ashton&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=bothSony eReader: http://ebookstore.sony.com/author/avril-ashton_235888Powell’s: http://www.powells.com/s?kw=Avril+Ashton&class=ebooks