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Welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Mia Downing...

Hi, I’m Mia Downing, and I want to thank Rachel Leigh for having me today!
With the release of Spy Games: Endgame to all retailers, I’ve been taking questions from my fans and putting them into blog posts. The question for this post was, “I was glad I got to see Jake Anderson again. How do you balance that, given his backstory with both characters?”
The answer is…carefully.
Secret agent Jake Anderson is the star of Spy Games: Lethal Limits (book 2) and he also had a major part in the first book and the novella as well. Jake is a loveable stage hog, so it was important to balance him enough to let readers see how he’s doing—my #1 stalker fan is Team Jake, so she appreciated that—and to let the new characters—Aaron and Charlotte—own the spotlight.
Jake is important to Aaron and Charlotte’s relationship. Aaron is his baby brother and Jake has been worried about him for years. He knows Aaron isn’t adjusting to life after leaving the seminary. He also knows Charlotte, his partner and sister equivalent, is too focused on her endgame. She’s trained for years to take down the bad guys who ruined her life and has forgotten she’s a loveable, desirable woman in the quest for revenge. Jake loves them both and wants them to both live a little. So unfortunately, a reformed man whore is going to think sex is the answer.
So, when his wedding came along, he made Charlotte dance with Aaron. He never envisioned that would get the ball rolling. In fact, I think that boulder is racing down the hill and about to crash into everything…
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The Set up: Jake and Aaron are in the kitchen after Aaron is rescued from his botched kidnapping attempt. Charlotte, Aaron’s new body guard, is eavesdropping on the couch, pretending to be asleep. She’s about to learn a whole bunch of things from listening in…
An excerpt from Spy Games: Endgame
“So, Aaron, what am I going to do with you?” Jake asked. “You weren’t much trouble as a kid, but you’re sure as hell dishing it out now. You don’t want to go to Texas, you’re being nasty. Hell, I find out you kissed Char at my wedding, on top of screwing Celia. Capital T, trouble.”
“It’s not just me, you know. She kissed me, too,” Aaron murmured. Again, so soft, she almost missed it, but her ears flamed hot.
Fabric rustled— Jake must have glanced over at her. “She did? Her.” The surprise in his voice would have been comical if she had come with less emotional baggage and less of a career path.
“Yeah,” Aaron said. “She was laughing because I was trussed up like a Christmas goose and how she loves Christmas, and when she took off the hood, she… I don’t know. It was intense electricity all over again. I didn’t know that sort of shit existed.”
“She kissed you? Charlotte?”
“Don’t make it sound like such a chore.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t. You are an Anderson.” Jake sounded so smug she wished she could hit him. She hated that smug tone.
The bottle cap clinked again, spinning. “Does she do that?” Aaron asked. “Kiss the men she’s releasing from captivity?”
“No. That’s not like her. She probably wanted to yank your chain. That’s her— she’s a ball buster and a trash talker. But kissing you… no.”
“It was good, though.” Aaron sounded wistful as poker chips clinked. “Kissing her made me forget just how much my life sucks.”
“Your life doesn’t suck. You’re Aaron James. You have a film releasing Wednesday and another in the wings.” Jake set down his glass way too hard and the ice tinkled against the sides of the glass.
“Yep, and I should be grateful for all of that, but I’m not. It’s what my life is, but it’s not what I want. My life sucks.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Her, for starters. She’s haunted me since the wedding, and now here she is, in my house. I  just…” He gulped. “I fucked Celia because I couldn’t get her out of my mind. That’s crazy, because I only danced with her once. I kissed her once, but I want more.”
Charlotte blinked, stunned.
“Jesus, no.” Jake sucked in a breath. “Oh, hell, no. Don’t pursue this.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Charlotte fought to breathe. Aaron wanted her. She knew that— she’d felt how aroused he’d been when she kissed him. But the words uttered from those fine lips made her feel giddy. Girly. Nothing cold, hard, and mean at all. Not good. So not good. She needed to be on a plane. Now, before it was too late.
“Chase is going to have a cow,” Jake muttered. “She has way more baggage than you do. Tons more. And as much as I had hoped you’d make a connection at my wedding… no. This can’t happen. Not now.”
“You realize asking me to leave her alone makes the whole thing more tempting, don’t you? Don’t fuck with me,” Aaron said so softly, almost dangerous in tone. It made her want him even more.
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If you haven’t started the series yet, then start with Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (book 1).
Blurb for Spy Games:Trained For Seduction…
Book 1 of the Spy Games Series!Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice--become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent--undercover and investigating her father at the time--who took her to third base. Emma is already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil.
If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first--and possibly last--mission, he's scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.
Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in--and out--of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains graphic language, explicit, smokin' hot sex, menage, lots of juicy conflict, some suspense, a dark and dangerous spy boss and a spunky bombshell heroine.
Trained For Seduction is available in e-book or printThe Wilder Roses (TWRP Erotic Catalog)AmazonAmazon UKBarnes & NobleKoboAREBookstrand
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About Mia Downing…Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but her heroes back then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on the cheek. Today, Mia's heroes still rescue those in need, but the price of their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck on the cheek. When Mia isn't busy creating new stories for her readers she fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also lives in New England with her family, and enjoys horses and knitting.Fun facts: Mia can juggle (poorly,) create balloon animals and face paint. She was the hit entertainment of two family parties. No clown suits were involved.
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Welcome BDSM author, Normandie Alleman...

Daddy Morebucks Blurb:
She’ll go from the streets to the penthouse.The price? Submission.
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back
into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
Excerpt
They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.“No, Sir,” he corrected her.She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”“You did?”“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.“Would you like dessert?”“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.“You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”
Goodreads Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18463480-daddy-morebucks?from_search=true
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Author Bio -
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. “I’m interested in the kind of relationships people have in real life. So I write about my characters’ messy, unpredictable, and inexplicable journeys to love.”If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography. Instead, she’s a Pinterest and Twitter addict who loves sports and the color pink. She lives on a farm with her husband, a passel of children, and a pet pig who’s crazy for red bull.
Follow her on: Twitter at @NormandieA  - http://twitter.com/NormandieAPinterest at http://pinterest.com/NormandieAFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Normandie-AllemanHer website: www.normandiealleman.com
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Welcome erotic romance author, Cassandra Carr...

Book Info:
Professional hockey player Rob D'Amico is confused when he's chosen to take part in a reading program for inner-city students. While athletes are role models, he tends toward the gregarious and playful side, rather than a studious bent.
Despite the lack of funding plaguing her inner-city district, every day kindergarten teacher Alaina Rossa ensures her students learn something to prepare them for life. At first she's unsure how a hockey player will help her achieve that goal.
When Rob visits Alaina's class for the first time, they welcome him with open arms, despite the lack of even the basic supplies for their education. He takes it upon himself to get the students what they need, sweeping Alaina up in the excitement.
As time goes by and she learns more about Rob, Alaina finds her heart opening to him. Is it possible her soul mate could be found in a world so different from her own? And for Rob, the last person he thought he'd find forever love with was an elementary school teacher wearing clothes permanently stained with finger paint. But when you're playing for keeps, sometimes you have to get a little dirty.
Excerpt:
Rob slowly moved closer, giving Alaina a chance to back away. She didn’t, and with a slight tightening of his hand in her hair, he brought her the rest of the way, then kissed her. Alaina had him under some kind of spell. When he’d first met her, he’d thought she was a frump with a stick up her ass. Now he realized she was just serious about her work. Considering what he’d given up to be a hockey player, including friends, free time, and many experiences others took for granted, like going to his high school prom, he could respect her attitude.Their tongues circled each other briefly before she retreated and allowed him to take over the kiss. With a moan, he aligned their bodies, sliding his other arm around her waist. After several moments, his lungs screaming for oxygen, he pulled back.Her eyes were wide. “Wow. Do that again.”His laugh sounded almost maniacal to his own ears. “With pleasure.”Leaning over her more, he pressed her into the couch, and the cushions groaned under their combined weight. Rob put as much weight as he could on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush Alaina as he laid open-mouthed kisses along her jaw to her ear. She moved restlessly beneath him, breathy moans escaping her open mouth, and he felt his self-control crumbling. He hadn’t come in his jeans in years and didn’t relish the thought now.But he couldn’t stop kissing her. Like an addict, he had to have more.
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Author Info:
Cassandra Carr is an Amazon-bestselling and award-winning erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and reading an astounding number of books her husband has no idea she's snuck onto her Kindle. Cassandra's books were nominated by The Romance Studio and The Romance Reviews for their "Best of 2012" awards.
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Welcome Muse It Up Publishing author, Kay Dee Royal...

 Welcome Kay Dee! Great to meet you and give you a chance to introduce your ongoing series to my visitors and followers - wishing you fabulous success and sales. Let's get started with the interview...

Thank you for having me at your place today, Rachel. I enjoyed your excellent questions
1.    What do you wish men understood about women? Two things—first, it’s okay for a woman to cry if she wants to, it doesn’t mean she’s weak—two, as competitive as most men are it seems they would do whatever it takes to figure out how to sexually please a woman.
2.    Do you only work on one book at a time?I’m in the process of finishing a number of books I’ve started, and I’m going to focus on one book at a time. But if those story-stars give me any grief I’m moving on to the next book in line, and then they’ll be getting my grief…so, I’ll go back to them when I’m good and ready;)
3.    Who is your favorite fictional couple? My first favorite fictional couple came from an old classic movie – An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant and Debra Kerr…it was the ultimate sacrifice for love—the ending of that movie melted my heart. It instilled those characters in my heart and mind for lifeJ
4.    Do you have a favorite quote that sums up how you feel about life?It’s All Good;) I use that one on my family all the time to remind them every moment matters, even the ones full of struggle, because with conflict comes change, and from change comes growth (evolving;)…and they use it right back to remind me tooJ
5.    Do you set daily writing goals? Word count? Number of chapters? Do you get a chance to write every day?I’ve been going through what I just described in the previous question—at the moment I’m closing some doors so I can concentrate on one door…writing. I have not been writing, and I just made a writing pact with a good author friend—we’ll both be writing every day for at least ½ hour and if grows to more time (and it should as I’m able to close certain doors), that’d be a big YAY! By shutting myself off to write…well, I better be writing circles around many hours of each day. It will be hours, not word count or chapters.
6.    What do you like better, Twitter or Facebook? Why?I love Twitter…FB keeps changing as has Google, and I just don’t have the time to groom my accounts – even though I visit them both every day, I don’t hang out. With Twitter…it can snag me up for some time if I don’t stay on top of it, but I love the feel of camaraderie—the re-tweets—knowing someone is helping me spread whatever I happen to be promoting—and I love helping them also. I feel such gratitude there—it’s like an unsaid pact, we all help each other. I feel connected ;)
7.    What are you working on now?My third book in the LIIA series, Smoke ‘n’ Bliss . Not sure if this will be the last book in this series or not…it’s pretty erotic and I’m not sure about all those sexually aroused beings. It wears me down writing all their hot scenes. It might be time to set them free ;)
Also have a couple short stories I’m working on and a Young Adult I’m writing under another name.


Savage Smoke – Book 2 Lycan International Investigation Agency SeriesGenre:Erotic Paranormal RomanceSizzling HOT! Warning: Lots of two-somes, three-somes, even more-somes, like it stimulating, arousing, and positively natural…or supernatural.Tagline: Will Trevor rescue Lindsey in time to save her from shifting into Smoke’s pack, and will she even want saved?Blurb: Chance and his LIIA pack of agents search for rogue Lycan mastermind, Smoke, kidnapper of Lindsey and fifteen other human women he plans to use for procreating his own army.Trevor, Chance’s right-hand Lycan, wants his mate back, but believes she’s fallen for her captor. Lindsey loves Trevor but believes he’s given up on her.Will Trevor come around in time to rescue Lindsey and save her from shifting into Smoke’s pack, and will she even want back with Trevor after spending so long apart?***Released in June, 2013***Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1...Amazon; Muse It Up Publishing Store
Short Excerpt:So far, Smoke didn’t share Lindsey with other males, but she was aware of the orgies inside the central building. She heard a few women talk of them. Some even liked them, being surrounded by hard-bodied men hung like rocket launchers. Those women went at it without the use of the stimulation drug Smoke used on everyone else.She was used to the little needle pricks and welcomed them. It made acting the part with Smoke so much easier, believing in her heart Trevor made love to her, but guarding that fact from Smoke by holding Trevor’s name in the secret place, locked safely away. Lindsey understood some of the sexual attraction. She had that once, but she couldn’t go there in her mind. Smoke searched her thoughts almost daily and always found if she’d tapped into any memory nuggets of people she loved. He possessed psychic abilities others didn’t. Already, the thoughts of Trevor that had emerged she’d need to bury before Smoke returned.If an orgy ensued during their pack meeting, Smoke would be preoccupied for a good while. She reached her arm underneath the mattress, where a few weeks ago she saw Smoke slide his journal. Lindsey had fallen asleep with her back to the fireplace. A crack of thunder wakened her in time to witness Smoke closing a journal and placing it beneath the mattress they shared.              Lindsey touched its leather cover, wrapped her fingers around it, and hauled it out.
Staring Into the Eyes of Chance – Book 1 Lycan International Investigation Agency SeriesGenre:Erotic Paranormal RomanceSizzling HOT! Warning: Wild and lust-filled love scenes, extra stimulating, arousing, and positively natural…or supernatural.Tagline: Olivia swears off men until she meets Chance, a Lycan alpha. He ignites an undeniable hunger they can only sate together.Blurb: Olivia endures a thirty-four year passionless marriage, discovering her dead husband’s philandering history at his funeral. She devotes her energy and life-long sensitivity with animals to her wildlife refuge and preserve.Chance, a Lycan alpha and leader of the Lycan International Investigation Agency (LIIA) throws himself into his investigations. He chooses to neglect his duty of finding a primal-mate after watching his father become an empty shell over the loss of his.A murderous rogue pack draws Chance onto Olivia’s wildlife preserve, sending Olivia’s animal sensitivities into overdrive. Chance and Olivia discover a sizzling force driving them together.Will they succumb to its enticing tether, or fight to resume their loveless lives apart?Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1...Amazon; Muse It Up Publishing Store
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Kay Dee Royal Bio:Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary erotic romance—maybe because they’re also her favorite genres to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She'll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dogs, her cats, her caged husband... you get the idea). You can find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItHot.Website: Blogs: http://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com; http://ravencraftrealm.blogspot.comFB: Twitter: GoodReads: Muse It Hot Publishing Comments??

Welcome Total E Bound author, Nancy Adams...

 Hi Nancy! Great to have you here and to be a part of your ongoing tour. It's been a while since we last spoke so I'm looking forward to hearing what you've been up to and all about your latest release. Let's get started...

Happy Halloween! Thanks very much for having me today Rachel.
1)   Did you set any goals for 2013?
You mean beside making sure my flying monkeys get regular exercise! *wink*
You bet! More exercise for myself…Check.  Finish off and submit the shifter novel I’ve been working on…Check.  Begin the next book in my Out of Time series… Check.  Write at least 500 words a day…Check.  Try my hand at writing a novella and find better tasting gluten free recipes…No Check YET. Although, I have say the novella is proving easier than finding those recipes.
2)   Who or what has been your biggest influence as a writer?
My family is a huge influence.Exhibit A:  Laughing.  When we all get together, it’s a complete Gong show, but fun because I love to laugh and that’s all we seem to do.I really love laughing.  Sometimes I’m laughing with people, sometimes I’m laughing at people, and sometimes I laugh when I’m by myself. Yes I might be slightly twisted but I promise you it is in a fun loving way…maybe!With all that laughing going on, I realized that humor is a must for me.  So, jokes or cheeky one-lines always seem to find their way into my manuscripts.

3)   How long does it take you to write a 50,000-60,000 word manuscript?
It depends on what is happening in my life at the time. It takes about 6 - 7 months to get a manuscript pounded out, sometimes longer because my novels are usually over 80,000 words, but I have been a very good girl when its comes to my 500 words a day, so maybe this time it will be shorter. *fingers crossed*
4)   Tell us about a new author you’ve recently discovered
I have recently discovered Canadian Author, Eve Langlais. I saw her Alien Mate book for sale on iBooks and bought it on a whim. I don’t usually read novellas but I just loved it! It was funny with a quirky spin and she has a wonderful imaginations.  I’m hooked.  I’ve read the other books in the series and have now moved on to some of her other books.
5)   Name two romances you’ve read more than once
Only TWO!!!I guess I’ll tell you my faves, Lightening by Dean Koontz and Ransom by Julie Garwood.  Both of my hardcover books look as though they seen active combat they’re in such bad shape. lol
6)   Tell us about your first car
LOL OMG where to do begin!!My first car was actually my brothers’ first car.  Our Uncle gave it to him so he could drive to college.  But…when Johnny went to Vancouver Island in the summer for the Navy Reserves, the grey beast became mine.
Okay now picture this…a 1978 4-door, V-6, Le Mans. It was painted with aluminum grey arena paint ( you know that rust proof paint they use on the inside of ice rinks.) Yeah, I’m not kidding. My dad had leftover  paint from a job and gave the beast a new paint job. lol That stuff was awful, it would snag any light weight material and rip it. But there wasn’t one ounce of rust on the car.What else… oh yah! The back driver’s side door didn’t open and the inside panel would fall off if you hit it to hard. The back passenger door would sometimes open and when it refused, my friends would have to climb through the front door over the bench seat to get in to the back.And this is the best part…when you honked the horn the interior light would go on. LOL That was the best car and it went like stink too boot…or *cough* or so I was told.
7)   Where can we find you?
You can find me:
Email: fancy-nancyadams@hotmail.com
Website: http://fancynancyadams.wix.com/erotic-nancy-adams
Blog: http://fancynancyadams.blogspot.ca/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NancyAdams.scribblingseduction
Twitter: @Nancyadams_A
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No Matter Whenby Nancy Adams
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BLURB:
Lilly Marten lives alone, her quiet life the result of a highly sensitive photographic memory. That changed when she arrived in the year 1503 seconds before Toronto’s popular C.N Tower came crashing down on top of her. Now she was never alone. Gabe was always near. With his unbelievably perfect features and intense green eyes, he is not a man easily ignored. Yet, uncertainty about her new life leaves Lilly with no choice but to put faith in a man she fears and whose strong physical presence causes her to desire more than just his trust.
EXCERPT
            She took a sip of the tea—her head was beginning to throb again with the mere idea of being back in the past. If this was really…real, she had hundreds of other questions.
           She blinked, her vision clearing. “Now that I know the where and when, I’ll ask about the how. How did I get here?”

          Gabe’s golden eyebrows pushed together. He clasped his hands together, sighing. “I can tell you how you got here in general terms, but not the mechanics of it. I don’t fully understand how he’s able to do it.”
          Lilly took in the details of his handsome face and knew from his intense stare that not a single detail would slip past him, that he was aware of everything that surrounded him.
          “You were brought here by a Time Shifting Interval System.”
          “What’s a Time Shifting Interval System?”
          “Basically, it’s a fancy name for a time machine. You felt the wind, didn’t you? The mini twister?”
          She sat up straighter, her eyes widening. “Yeah!”
          He nodded. “That’s the TSIS. From what I understand, it produces the whirlwind. It’s that whirlwind that tracks and locates a target—in this case, you. Once you’re inside, it locks you into place so you can’t slip out of it, then pulls you from one time to another.”
          “So that was why I couldn’t get away from it. Every time I moved, it followed me.”
          He nodded. “I was told it locks you in place to read your genetic structure, so it can put you back together in the right order at your destination point.” He paused, then cocked his head a little to the side. “It took you while you were at work?”
          She took another sip of tea and swallowed. “I had just gotten there and was talking to my frie—To my manager,” she corrected herself. Looking into the cup, she remembered the overwhelming feeling she’d had as Stacey left. Had it been coincidence, or part of this time shifting thing? AUTHOR Bio and Links:
My name is Nancy Adams. I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running though my veins. I enjoy watching hockey but despise skating...and the cold. I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as much as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words.Besides writing, I have three small - but legal - addictions: bed linens, lavender and books. All of which are replenished on a regular basis. Reading into the wee hours of the morning is one of my many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.

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Welcome erotic romance author, Kimberly Dean...

Blurb:Greed and lies bound them together, but will the truth tear their love apart?
When Elena Bardot suffers the backlash of a Ponzi scheme orchestrated by her father, she retreats to the abandoned estate of his partners in crime.  Wolfe Manor is lush and private, a perfect place to lick her wounds – until the notorious prodigal son returns.  Disgraced billionaire Alex Wolfe is aloof, imposing, and sexy as hell.  Elena knows she shouldn’t want him, but attraction overrules her head.
Life behind bars has changed Alex.  He doesn’t have time for the complication of a gorgeous little brunette – especially one with her name – but the tension between them escalates.  Lust overwhelms their resistance, and the sex is hot and cathartic.  They’ve both been betrayed by family, hurt by society, and cast as villains.  Alone together, they take solace in slow kisses and sensual nights.  Yet while Elena may be content to hide from the world, Alex is driven to reclaim his place atop it.  This time, he’s determined to take her with him.  

PG ExcerptSomeone was stalking around the property and, from the way he moved, he was up to no good. For a moment, he stepped into a space where the branches were bare and she could see him more clearly. He wore a fleece jacket with the hood pulled up over his head. His feet were swift and sure as he moved along the path with hardly any sound.
Elena took a step back.
Someone was trespassing. A photographer? A journalist? Something worse?
Her heart began racing.
Quickly, she evaluated her options. There was a fishing spot down on the shore not far from where she was. From there, another trail ran right along the edge of the lake. She could move quickly there. It was the shortest path back to the cabin.
She watched the figure and the silent way it moved until the gray sweatshirt blended in again with the fog. Keeping her steps quiet and her breaths quieter, she took the fork in the path that would take her away from him. Only the way was slick. She slipped once and had to catch a sapling to keep from falling. By the time she made it to the clearing along the lake, her legs were quivering.
She stepped over a fallen log and bent at the waist to take a steadying breath.It choked off in her throat when she realized she wasn’t alone.
The man with the hood stood lakeside with his back to her. As she watched, he side-armed a rock over the surface. It skipped three times before sinking into the dark depths.
Elena took a cautious step back and then another. She’d just about made her escape into the trees when the heel of her boot knocked against the fallen log. She tensed as the man turned.
And she found herself looking into Alex Wolfe’s silver-gray eyes.
She sucked in a surprised ‘Oh!’ but then her mouth snapped shut. Fight or flight caught her smack dab in the middle of the chest, but she found she could do neither. Instead, her heart beat like a drum roll as she stared face-to-face with the man she’d sworn to avoid.
She waited for him to say something, but he watched her as warily as she watched him. He was taller and bigger than her, by nearly a foot and way too many pounds, all of them muscle. He had the fleece zipped close, and it emphasized the lean mass of his body.
Elena’s mouth went dry. He was an impressive figure, yet nothing could have prepared her for the astuteness in those silver-gray eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of an actual wolf.
A hungry, sexual wolf.
Her entire body gave one delicious pulse. There was so much to see in those eyes. Hunger, anger, determination, and desperation – but the emotions were there for only a moment. He blinked and when he looked at her again, it was as if shutters had come down over his soul.
Only the hunger remained.
That was the one thing he couldn’t hide, and a muscle in his jaw ticked. He wasn’t happy to see her or he wasn’t happy that she’d seen him.
It was difficult to tell which.
She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. ‘Hello’ would just sound stupid. ‘I’m sorry’ was better, but she refused to say the words to a man who had more to apologize for than anyone she knew. In the end, she just nodded. She started to turn away, but he moved then, pushing off his hood.
His hair was mussed. Without the hood, the shadow of his dusty beard seemed darker. Those silver eyes were still bright, and that face… It was a face that had graced magazine covers from Fortune to Business Week to GQ, but if he photographed well, he was even more beautiful in person.
Her stomach squeezed, but this time the sensation was deeper and more resounding.
God, why did he have to turn her into mush? Why couldn’t he be smelly and hideous? It felt like a betrayal to be so attracted to him.
She wanted to step forward. She made herself take a step back down the trail instead.
‘Wait.’
Her gaze snapped up to his face. The word had been soft, but the authority made her even more aware of him.
He reached for the zipper on his fleece. ‘You’re cold.’        
He shrugged the hoodie off his shoulders before she knew what he intended to do. Stepping forward, he held it out to her. She looked at the offering. It was such a simple gesture. Nothing flashy or inappropriate, but like her attraction to him, she didn’t want it.
Yet looking at the jacket made her unbearably aware of the chill that had seeped right down to her bones. The low-hanging fog had coated everything from her clothes to her skin and hair. Unlike him, she hadn’t dressed for a hike. She shivered as she looked at the fleece he was holding out to her. Her wrists ached and her fingers felt numb.
‘You can give it back to Leonard when you’re done with it.’
He watched her, those entrancing eyes becoming more guarded. Who was the wild beast being tamed here?
Elena was proud, but she wasn’t rude. She was freezing, and they both knew it.
‘Thank you.’ She took the final step forward that put her in reach. She stayed there only long enough to take the jacket. He was watching, so she sorted out the hood and the arms. Swinging it around her shoulders, she pushed her hands into the sleeves.
A fierce shudder went through her when she felt the warmth.
The heavy sweatshirt material felt soft and substantial. That, alone, would have been enough, but it still held his body heat. Her hands began shaking more as she realized just how cold she was. Her fingers were clumsy as she tried to catch the zipper. The two of them stood uncomfortably, feet apart, as she tried to start the metal tab. He’d just moved towards her when it caught. Shying away, she yanked the zipper all the way up to her chest.
It was only then that she realized another tell-tale sign she’d been giving off. Her face flared. Her nipples were hard. Their outline was clear against the light blue sweater she was wearing. The dampness made the material even more clingy, and the chill didn’t help her condition. The hard peaks were still obvious with the bulky sweatshirt covering her.
Her chin snapped up, but his head came up much more slowly.
He’d seen. Obviously, he’d seen.
When he finally dragged his gaze to her face, the heat was back. It smacked into her like the air coming out of an oven on a cold winter’s day.
Elena wanted to be angry and offended, but then she saw how he looked in his hiking boots, jeans, and gray T-shirt. He didn’t look like any billionaire she’d ever seen before. He looked like lust felt. Helplessly, her gaze scraped over him. The T-shirt was the soft kind that took the shape of whatever it was draped across, and there were all kinds of arcs and valleys she wanted to explore more. His biceps were thick, and his shoulders were wide. His chest was powerful, tapering down to a narrow waist. As she watched, the dampness in the air seeped into that dry material and the delineation of his muscles and tendons became more defined.
As did his masculine nipples.
Her mouth watered, and she jerked her gaze away. The heat in her cheeks was now a raging fire. It was time to go. With a nod, she dipped her head and turned. She didn’t look back as she walked shakily down the path that ran along the lake. The chill coming off the water was worse, even though the air stood like bated breath. She tugged the hood up over her head and pulled her hands into the sleeves. The hoodie was way too big for her, yet the extra material was appreciated. It hung down to her thighs and bundled her up.
She shuddered again, the warmth almost hurting.
Giving in, she glanced over her shoulder. She was disappointed to find he’d turned away. Another stone went skipping along the surface of the lake. He’d forgotten her as quickly as he’d noticed her.
The ball of heat building in her belly turned hard. That was the Wolfe she expected.

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Welcome Xcite books author, Grace Marshall...

The Exhibition, Book Three of The Executive Decisions TrilogyBy Grace Marshall
Blurb:
Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?
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She stood to put her pack back on, and he came to his feet and caught her by the shoulder, not wanting it to end like this, not wanting her to leave until they were good again. When she tried to push him away, he pressed her between his body and the stone of the cliff face. ‘You can’t just shut us all out, Stacie.’
‘I never wanted you involved in the first place. I never wanted any of you involved but you couldn’t leave it alone,’ she jerked back against him but there was no place to go. ‘You couldn’t just let it go.’
He moved in closer until his body pressed up against hers, holding her tightly against the stone. ‘No, I couldn’t, and I can’t and neither can anyone else who cares about you and neither would you if the situation were reversed. So whether you like it or not, I’m here to stay. We’ve already discussed this, so get used to it.’ He punctuated his point with a harsh kiss that couldn’t have been very pleasant for her, but then he was angry, worried, scared for her. Instead of shoving at him as he’d expected her to do, she curled a hard fist in his hair and ravaged his mouth with every bit as much ferocity as he had given her, pulling him still closer, rubbing her body against his, making him instantly and startlingly erect.
She snaked a hand down between them and savaged his fly until he feared for what lay beneath, until her fingers wriggled and dug their way into his walking trousers to possess his cock with a tight grip as though it were a weapon, one she were about to use to do serious damage.
He fumbled to return the favour, with her ripping at her own fly to make room for him, to guide his fingers down over her mons. Her eyes locked his in a devastating gaze that felt as though she could see right through him. ‘I need you to touch me there.’ Her voice was a breathless whisper. ‘Where I’m wet, where I’m open, where I’m always, always hungry for you.’ Her breath caught; her eyelids fluttered and she sucked her bottom lip as he found her cleft, wet and open as she’d promised. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want to be like those cats.’ She guided his hand still further and manipulated it until first two, then three fingers pressed up into her. ‘You can’t tell me that when I present myself to you all hot and ready and begging for it, you don’t want to service my need. You can’t tell me you don’t want to get a little primal with that cock of yours.’ She gave him a hard squeeze and drove her hand up and down his length, thumbing the already abundant pre-cum over and around the tip until he gritted his teeth and held his breath while his hips bucked hard against her efforts.
He scissored her deep with three fingers and raked the silky slickness of her up and over her clitoris, and the sounds from the back of her throat easily resembled the sounds the female cougar made when the male mounted her. They wildly, madly fucked each other’s hands. The wind had risen and even on the clear morning, the chill left no doubt about lingering for more than the quickest of releases. Then she shifted, pressed her back hard against the stone and rested both of her hands on his shoulders. Before he could protest the removal of her fingers from his cock, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her still clothed crotch rubbing tight and insanely hot against his exposed cock as she began to rock and gyrate, and it was all happening way too fast.
‘Stacie I --’
‘Shut up, Harris,’ she spoke between chattering teeth. ‘I need to come, and so do you. You can fuck me properly when we get back to the SUV. It’s too damn cold to linger.’ With each sentence she ground against him, baring down with the extra leverage the cliff at her back afforded and, almost before the words were out of her mouth, she convulsed. Her spine stiffened and her shivers had nothing to do with the cold. Harris could stand no more. He felt the eruption deep in his groin. It might have been embarrassing had the circumstances been different, but as he tried to cover himself, tried to hide the results of Stacie’s hard ride, she shoved his hand away, pushed him back and practically fell into the space between them positioning herself so that she caught his release, all of it in her mouth. What could he say to that? What could he do but hold her there, helplessly grunting the weight of his need into the back of her throat. It was an act as intimate and as primal as the cougars mating on the rocks minutes ago. And sex, any kind of sex, with Stacie Emerson was worlds apart from any other sexual experiences he’d ever had. As she stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, the look of hunger in her eyes, the promise of more sex to come in the SUV before the trip home couldn’t help but lighten the mood. As they straightened and tucked and donned their packs, he wondered if that was maybe why she did it. Whatever her reason, it definitely worked for him in ways he was still trying to get his head around. 

About Grace Marshall:
Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis and the final instalment of the trilogy, The Exhibition , are all now available at all your favourite book sellers with lots of romance and thrills served hot.
Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.
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Welcome romance writer, Natasha Moore...

 Hi Natasha! I am so happy to have you visit with me again and find out all about your latest release - let's get started with the questions :)

Thank you for having me as your guest today. I’m very excited about the release of Her Royal Masquerade.
Did you set any goals for 2013?
Actually, I left my full-time day job in January 2013 in order to write full-time. I started out listing all the projects I was going to write for the year and where I was going to submit them. I stayed on track for a while, faithfully following my list. But then some projects sold and some didn’t. I submitted to new places and kept writing. I made revisions and resubmitted. I got an idea for a new story and wrote that as well, even though it wasn’t on my goal list. I finally realized that while I like to write down my current projects to keep track of them, I can’t project too far in the future because there are just too many variables. But since the beginning of 2013, I’ve written two completely new novellas and sold them (one of them, Voluptuous, released Sept 6, the other, The Cottage Next Door, will probably release late in 2014), revised and sold another novella (Playing for Real releases Feb 4th), and completed a novel that released this week (Her Royal Masquerade). I am currently writing the follow up, Her Royal Bodyguard, and my goal is to have the first draft finished by the end of the year.I guess that’s the long way of saying, “Yes.”
Who or what has been your biggest influence as a writer?
Wow. That’s hard to say. I’ve been reading since forever, have beenHow long does it take you to write a 50-60,000 word manuscript?
None of them are exactly the same. Some stories just flow better than others. A general answer would probably be about 3 months. The last book I wrote took about that long but during those 12 weeks I also revised and resubmitted two manuscripts and completed edits on a third.
 
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Time is running out for Prince Vittorio. His father’s health is failing and he must find a royal bride. Fast. He’s never forgotten his glimpse of a beautiful Scandinavian princess and lures her to his Mediterranean country with an invitation to his father’s birthday ball. He’d planned to propose a marriage agreement as cold as her icy reputation, but then he discovers she's as colorful and warm as a summer sunset. The heat between them flares red-hot and when she allows him to seduce her, Vittorio sees his future unfolding just as he had planned. But what he doesn’t know is that the woman in his bed is not a princess at all.
The last thing schoolteacher Mia Holmberg expects when she masquerades as her royal cousin is to be swept off her feet by a charming prince. The incredible night in Vittorio’s arms is like a fairy tale come true, but she’d never want the life of a real princess, with all its pomp and politics. Knowing they can never have a future together, she slips out of his bed and back to reality, where she belongs. 
But Vittorio discovers the deception and kidnaps Mia back to his palace, demanding she be his mistress until the real princess appears. Despite her attempts to stay aloof, Mia soon learns there’s more to the prince than arrogance and attitude, but now she’s in danger of falling in love with a man she can never have.

Excerpt:
Mia sipped her champagne and tried not to be affected by the man sitting next to her. He was so…so everything. Charming. Gorgeous. Commanding. Seductive. One dance and she hadn’t been able to control her reaction to him. What had made her press against him like that? To rub against his obvious erection? With a man she’d only known a few minutes. She was certain even Birgitte wouldn’t have been that forward. She’d had to get off the dance floor, had to get out of his arms before she did something outrageous like beg him to take her to some dark corner and ease the ache he was causing within her. But tonight she was Birgitte. No free pass at this ball. She had to act the princess. But she longed to be out on the dance floor again. The music was so stirring. She found herself swaying with the beat of the song. The ballad was one she didn’t recognize, one she’d certainly never heard back home. The melody called to her on a visceral level. There was no logical reason why. Music was that way sometimes. It couldn’t have anything to do with Vittorio.“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, leaning over to murmur the question softly in her ear.  “Simply enjoying the music,” she replied, trying to ignore the delightful shiver caused by the whisper of his warm breath along her skin.  He slipped his arm over the top of her chair, letting his fingers brush her bare shoulders. Just a simple touch like that sent her heart racing. “Would you like to dance again?” he asked in a seductive tone that suggested he might be talking about more than just a dance. “I’m not sure I dare,” she admitted, keeping her gaze on the musicians.  “Oh?” With one finger, he touched her chin and turned her face his way. He shot her a wickedly sexy grin. “You don’t seem to be the type to back away from a challenge.” She leaned back against his warm arm. She couldn’t help herself. “So I should consider another dance with you as a challenge?” One lazy finger traced circles on her bare shoulder, teasing a shiver to run along her skin. “For me, the challenge will be pretending I have no more interest in you than any other guest at the palace tonight.” Mia swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. Pretending she was Birgitte made it slightly easier for her to hold his gaze and slowly smile. “And what interest do you have in the princess of Stagatland?” “I assure you, my interest in you is strictly as a beautiful, enticing woman. That you are the lovely princess is simply an additional benefit.” She knew better. He wouldn’t be flirting with her if he knew she was a commoner, no one of importance. If he ever saw her in her usual outfits, the bulky sweaters and heavy boots, he wouldn’t look at her twice. The knowledge should have upset her, but it had been a fact of life for her since she was old enough to realize that her cousin was treated differently than she was. Mia had always had to step back and let Birgitte have all the attention, no matter if it was a royal affair or simply a family gathering. To be called beautiful and enticing by such a handsome, charming man gave her often bruised ego a boost. What harm would it do to soak up an easy compliment? He probably tossed them away like crumbs to the birds. A man such as Prince Vittorio surely had had his choice of beautiful women over the years. He knew how to charm. Seduce. She told herself she could enjoy it without making more of it than what was intended. Birgitte would probably take the compliment as her due. No sense gushing over the flattering remarks. She was a princess. Act like it, she admonished herself. “I suppose I could take a chance and join you on the dance floor once more,” she said, trying to keep her tone light and flirty, and not betray the fact that she was aching to be back in his arms again. “I like a woman who’s willing to take a risk.” The faint lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile and she wanted to reach out and brush her finger over them. Oh, she liked him. More than she should.  Grab the moment, Mia. Tomorrow you’ll be back home, shivering from the freezing cold instead of the arousing touch of a handsome prince.  Vittorio rose and graciously helped her to her feet. His commanding presence threatened to take her breath away. How could she resist him at all? 
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Welcome erotic romance writer, Kelly Gendron...

Broken Fences (A TroubleMaker Novel~ Book 1)by Kelly Gendron
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Colden Saint James, Dusty Owens, and a single night of passion had equaled to poor old Mr. McAllister’s broken fence. Add six years, a troublemaking photo, and there’s not a fence in Texas that’s gonna be safe.
It took Dusty Owens two years to land Colden “Saint” James, even if it was for only one night, but the very next day, he was gone. Now, years later, the “Saint” has returned, but he’s no longer the do-gooder rookie cop Dusty remembers.
Dusty Owens always had a way of making every single one of Colden’s man parts go all hard. He’d been so close to falling for the girl before he’d left Odessa. Now, due to a troublemaking photo, Colden must return to his hometown to keep her safe. Trouble is, he’s a different man—not to mention the change. Well, it’s gonna cause all kinds of problems where Dusty Owens and all of his man parts are concerned.
EXCERPT
His large hand hit the edge of the bed, and he pushed himself into a standing position. With his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt, his eyes remained fixed on her. She lay naked on the bed, but it was Colden’s vulnerability that stood, unprotected, in the room.
Dusty eased herself to the edge of the bed with Colden silently watching. She got up on her feet.
His jaw flinched. “Damn, girl,” he said, taking another thorough inspection of her naked body. “You’re gorgeous.”
The compliment infused her confidence, and she took a step toward him.
“But you’d better not come any closer.”
“Why not?”
“Because, ever since you pranced that sweet little ass of yours into Odessa, I’ve wanted you, and the one night I took you up against old man McAllister’s fence…well, hell, that couldn’t even lick a fraction of what I need from you.”
“What you need from me?” She inched nearer, loving the sound of those words.
“Oh yeah.” He gazed down, touching her with his eyes. “There’s not one part of you that I don’t want…or need.”
She reached out and gathered the bottom of his shirt in her hands. “Good, because there’s not a part of me that I don’t want to give to you.” She pulled his shirt up over his head, then tossed it on the floor to join her pile of clothes.
Colden watched her shaky fingers as they fumbled with the button of his jeans. “I can’t make you any promises,” he quietly admitted.
Pulling down his zipper, her hand stilled. She looked up at his strict, beautiful face. “I’m not asking for any. I just want tonight.”
He grabbed her and pulled her against his warm, hard body, cradling her neck in his hand, a powerful taking that stole her breath away. He placed a finger on the underside of her chin and tilted her head until their eyes met. “Don’t misunderstand my meaning,” he said, his mouth cascading over hers. “I want more than just tonight, Dusty. I’m just not in any position to make any commitments right now.” This time, his lips didn’t brush hers. Instead, they covered her with heated need—aggressive, desirous, savoring need.
“Tonight, though,” his fingers tightened on her neck, “tonight you will be all mine,” he growled.


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Kelly resides in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her day job? Kelly works in health care representing a group of nursing facilities in the WNY area. She’s been faithfully writing for three years but did write her first book ten years ago. She put it down to raise her son as a single mom and then picked it back up when she and her son finally grew up. That's when she settled into her newly married adult life and started to seriously write again. She's dabbled with Romantic Suspense stories, but recently she's been on an Adult Contemporary Romance kick.
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Don't Ask, Don't Tellby Melissa KendallGay (M/M)Contemporary Erotic RomanceCategory: MilitaryPublisher: Evernight PublishingHeat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 10,147
Available at:Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Ask-Tell-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BVRQTR4/Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dont-ask-dont-tell-by-melissa-kendall/
Description:Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of their lifestyle and even their parents skeWarning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
My mind filled with images of when Patrick came into my life.
We met our first day at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.
Together, we shipped out to the 504th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we arrived, things changed.
I jumped in the shower while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.
I looked up, not expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips and tongues danced.
Years of pent up sexual tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere, unable to get enough.
Feeling fabric under my fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles, placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to step out of them.
 “Holy fuck!” Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason ... so ... fucking ... good.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements.
I’d been on the receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.
I glanced up and noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However, to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over my hand and the floor.
Collapsing in a spent heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what we’d done sinking in.
The military did not accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family, I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.
Once we both got our breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part, however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.
It shocked both of us to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year. We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well aware we were gay.
Patrick’s hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my memories.
“Where did you go, babe?”
“Sorry, darlin’, I was just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”
A smile reappeared on his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”
“Me too. How about a do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.
“Sounds like a plan.”
  About the Author:Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.
She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.
She writes a little bit of everything but contemporary erotic romance is her favourite genre. Check out the links below for details on her other works.
Connect with Melissa KendallWebsite: http://www.melissakendall.netBlog: http://mkendallauthor.blogspot.com.auTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/mkendallauthor
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