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Cover Reveal - Marianne Harden's Malicious Mischief on Erotic Notions

Malicious Mischief (Mischief and Mayhem, #1)
 by Marianne Harden

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Excerpt


~When the chips are down, the buffalo is empty~
Am I a flake? Sort of. But I’m trying to change. My grandfather has property tax issues, and what troubles Granddad, troubles me. Good thing I’ve held down a steady job for months. A major big deal. Not the getting a job part—I’ve had lots—but the held down aspect. Somehow, I always end up unemployed, but not today.
Today, I am Rylie Tabitha Keyes, chauffeur to the seniors at Fountain of Youth Retirement Home (FoY.)
It was dawn Sunday as I eased my employer’s van from one freeway onto another. After that, I concentrated on the wet asphalt up ahead. I didn’t want to think about my job history or our financial woes. Instead I focused on the summery sunrise over the Cascade Mountains due east. I stared at it a moment, charmed by its contrast to the more typical Bellevue, Washington gloom brooding overhead.
I should’ve been asleep, but I needed to toss trash from a fundraiser rolling around in the back of the van. Leland Rosenberg, my boss at Fountain of Youth Retirement Home, had asked me to dump the bags at his second business, Rosenberg Laboratory, as FoY’s Dumpsters were full from a recent bathroom remodel. His mood had been edgy, kind of insistent I dispose of them last night. I confess, before I could carry out this task, a minor traffic accident and an all-important overnight obligation had waylaid me. I didn’t bother to sigh over how blunders always seemed to pepper my work performance. Some things were fated to be. After all, I slogged at my job for money not joy. It isn't that I don't like working at FoY, it just isn’t my dream gig. You see, I yearned to be a private detective, a Veronica Mars 2.0. Problem is, my grandfather is against the idea. Dead set against it.
So with the stench from the trash bags mounting, I steered FoY’s van onto the off-ramp and headed toward Rosenberg Laboratory just off the freeway exit. My mind was filled with thoughts of a steamy shower, maybe a few hours of shut-eye before punching the clock at nine. I stared forward, squinted. And iced over. Up ahead. Wrong-way traveling. A panel truck advanced, peeling rubber.
Faster.
Closer.
Zeroed in to hit me.
I whipped the van off the road, the red, white, and blue panel truck whizzing past. I slammed on the brakes, fighting to control the wheel. I wrestled with it, panicked, my mind flashing on one fortunate thing: no seniors were in the van.
Tons of hazards burst before my eyes. I struggled to absorb them. A mangled guardrail zigzagged up ahead; its many gaps from other out-of-control vehicles big as life. Worse was the wall of giant Douglas-firs growing beyond, lower trunks scarred, limbs low and swaying.
I was going to careen through the railing.
I was going to hit the trees.
I was going to die.


Book Summary


Career chameleon, Rylie Keyes, must keep her current job. If not, the tax assessor will evict her ailing grandfather and auction off their ancestral home. When a senior she shuttles for a Bellevue, Washington retirement home winds up dead in her minibus, sticky with a half-eaten s'more, head clad in a cellophane bag, and a pocketed complaint letter accusing her of driving by Braille, her goal to keep her job hits a road bump.


The deceased was thought to be a penniless Nazi concentration camp survivor with a silly grudge against Rylie. However, the victim has enemies who will stop at nothing to keep their part in the murder a secret.


Forced to dust off the PI training she's kept hidden from her ex-detective grandfather, Rylie must align with a circus-bike-wheeling Samoan to solve the murder, all while juggling the attentions of two very hot police officers.


Book Links


Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16129273-malicious-mischief
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Malicious-Mischief-Mystery-Entangled-ebook/dp/B00BMKKOGM/
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/malicious-mischief-marianne-harden/1113749209




About Marianne Harden


Marianne Harden loves a good laugh. So much so, she cannot stop humor from spilling into her books. Over the years she has backpacked through the wilds of Australia, explored the exotics of Asia, soaked up the sun in the Caribbean, and delighted in the historic riches of Europe. Her goals in life are simple: do more good than harm and someday master the do-not-mess-with-me look. She divides her time between Switzerland and Washington State where she lives with her husband and two children.


Find Marianne Harden


Website: www.marianneharden.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/MarianneHarden
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Sheri Fredricks and Troll-y Yours on Erotic Notions

A big Erotic Notions welcome to Sheri Fredricks and her latest book - Troll-y Yours

Tell us some things about yourself. 1.  I love sushi 2.  I’m afraid to cut my hair short 3.  Shocking pink is my favorite color 4.  Playing hard-to-get won my husband 5.  I once gave a speech in front of 500 women 6.  I love to ride horses 
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."? I clearly remember that moment! It was my first try at writing a book and I’d gotten about three chapters in. My Hubs asked how it was going, so I read it to him. He was surprised…and so was I.
What genre(s) do you write in? I am published in romance (erotic fantasy), but have a western time-travel in the works.
Have many books have you written? List names of published books? I have six books either completed or semi-completed. The two published are Remedy Maker, which won the 2012 Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award, and Troll-y Yours. My novella Portals of Oz will come out in a few months.(let me just point that out again in case you missed it - 
Remedy Maker, which won the 2012 Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award)
What is your latest book about? My latest book, Troll-y Yours, is the second book in my shape-shifting Centaur series. Classified as an Erotic BBW Fantasy Romance, the story is about the head palace guard named Aleksander who was voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”. He’s handsome to the point of being vain, he’s second in command only to that of the Centaur queen, and the females swoon at his hooves. That is, until he meets Ella the Troll. She’s not interested in his straight white teeth or impeccably groomed goatee. Ella only wants to make enough money from her speed-dating business so she can move far, far away from Boronda.

What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets) Ah…It ‘s the moment Aleksander comes to realize he’s willing to give up his lofty position in the palace he worked so hard to gain, all the women he could have, even his drooling good-looks mean nothing—if it means living without Ella.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life? I based my first hero, Rhycious from Remedy Maker, on someone I once knew. If ever there was a real-life tortured soul, this man was it. His story broke my heart. In Troll-y Yours, Ella is also based on someone I know who lives with a fractured family as described in my book. She’s beautiful inside and out, but her family fails to see her that way, thus she views herself in the worst way possible.

Short question time. Favourite ice cream – It’s a tie between Moose Tracks and Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Caramel Buzz Dream vacation – (on my bucket list) To do the horseback pub crawl in either Scotland or Ireland Least favourite food – liver
If you won the lottery, what would you do?I would pay off all our debts, invest for ours and the kids futures, make sure my Hubs never has to work again, and then plan for some serious play time!  Love this cover!!!! Blurb SHE TAKES A CHANCE.
Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course forever. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.
HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.
Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.
A PASSION SO HOT.
But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?   
Excerpt: Gods. So wet, so ready. How was he supposed to hold back? Ella moaned, parted her thighs to his touch, and he easily found her hot nub with the pad of his thumb. As he sucked deeply on her taut nipple, his thumb brushed back and forth against the tiny bundle of nerves, drawing the little whimpers of pleasure that turned him on even more. Alek lifted his head to sweep his lips against hers, gently licking them, teasing the corners, nibbling on her full lower one. Her lips lured him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them. Lose hours just making love to her mouth. Ella opened her mouth then, and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue to find the hot slickness inside. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of fire rocking through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls. Whoa, buddy. Slow down. He only had one opportunity to show how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be damned. Their tongues danced, slowly at first, and then darting back and forth while his thumb continued to work her clit in an unhurried motion. Ella moaned again, the tight sound echoing into his mouth. Her hands pulled at his back, straining her body closer to his. When she bent her legs and dropped her thighs wide open, he accepted her silent invitation to explore farther. He moved his hand until he slid two fingers into the hot well of her center. Holy Bacchus. Hot, hot, hot! So very wet. The tight walls of her sex were slippery with her juices, her flesh pulsing around his fingers. Aleksander tore his mouth away from her. “Ella.” His voice was hoarse and he hardly recognized it. “I can’t wait any longer.” “Then don’t,” she urged. “I want you inside me. I want you now.” “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Meat Wrench jumped with joy. Alek levered himself to his knees, ready for action. However, the sight of her damp, welcoming pink center was so tempting, so mouth-watering, that first he had to have a taste. Lowering his head, he used his thumbs to spread her labia wide, then lapped the length of her slit and let his goatee tickle her clit. “For the love of Bacchus!” Ella’s desperate keen of pleasure sent another surge of heat through him. And he loved those sounds. Thus, he did it again…and again, not sure who he teased most. Licking the honey-tart taste from his lips, Aleksander moved into position, notching himself at her opening. With one firm roll of his hips, he entered her scorching, wet heat. Oh, gods of mythic pleasure!
(Whoa - excuse me I have to go get a cold drink!)
Buy links: Amazon: (short link)  http://is.gd/DaRdkz
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/317341
 Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom for her readers.
A former engineering secretary, Sheri lives on the beautiful central coast of California. "I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries." A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. "Ultimately," she says, "my husband encouraged me to write them all down."
Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.


Links:
Website :       www.sherifredricks.com Blog:             http://sherifredricks.blogspot.com/ Twitter:        http://twitter.com/Sheri_Fredricks Facebook:     http://www.Facebook.com/SheriFredricks Google+:      http://gplus.to/Sheri Fredricks Goodreads:     www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomsheri_fredricks

AND - after all that goodness - Sheri is giving away a $5 Gift certificate to some who tells her how wonderful her excerpt is. I came up with that - not Sheri. :-) 

Spotlight on Lucy Felthouse and A French Affair

A French Affair by Lucy FelthouseSydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/*****Excerpt:Sydney Tyler jumped so hard that her fingers slammed down onto the laptop’s keyboard and she typed a bunch of gobbledegook.Kashfkjsdhlfknsdlfvn sdlkch awoeduioh ahdwklc
Gasping, she clutched at her chest as her heart thumped rapidly and painfully. “What the fucking hell was that?” she said to the empty room.Pushing her chair back from the desk, she stepped over to the window. Peering out into the brilliant sunshine, she saw something on the lawn that she had absolutely not been expecting. Workmen.She groaned. So much for her peaceful writer’s retreat. She’d planned to get a good chunk of her novel down in the fortnight she was away, and now it looked as though her peace was going to be monumentally shattered by banging, drilling and God knows what else.Sighing, she gave the windowsill a pathetic thump in her frustration. She might have been pissed off, but she was no vandal. And besides, she didn’t want those noisy buggers in her part of the building fixing things—having them next door was bad enough.Sydney really could not believe her shitty luck. When she’d booked the cottage in the French village of Monthiers over the phone a couple of months ago, she’d dealt with a fellow Brit called Harry Bay, who she’d suspected was the owner. On arrival, though, a timid French woman had met her and let her into the luxurious barn conversion before handing over the keys and explaining a little bit about the local area. Apparently, in the mornings, someone came along the village streets, selling fresh bread and pastries.There wasn’t much else to tell, it seemed, as the village had nothing except a church—almost opposite her accommodation—and a tavern. It was also lacking—she’d quickly discovered—a mobile signal. Not even a single bar illuminated her screen. Her phone was now no more than a watch, alarm clock and calendar. If there was an emergency, she was screwed. But on a much lighter note, it was one less distraction. She could just get on with what she was here to do, blissfully undisturbed.The arrival of workmen was incredibly irritating. Her temporary landlord hadn’t mentioned there’d be anyone working next door. If he had, she wouldn’t have booked the place—the quiet and idyllic location were the whole reason for choosing this property, this area. Even though there was no way he could have known she was there to work, common courtesy would dictate that he told her. Perhaps he was just interested in taking her money and didn’t give a damn about whether she had a satisfactory stay or not. There was nothing to be done about it now, unfortunately. She’d paid for the fortnight, and she was buggered if she was going to cut and run, pissing that money down the drain. She’d just have to find a way around the disturbance, and console herself that she could leave a snarky write up on a review site when she got home.Finding out the builders’ working hours would be a good start—she could attempt to write around them then. Or perhaps she could make use of the headphones she’d stuffed into her case, without ever thinking they’d get used. Some loud rock music would drown out the din from next door and hopefully allow her to work. It was worth a try. She hoped they were only doing a small job that would only take a couple of days, but deep down she knew they weren’t. They were renovating the whole place so it was as beautiful as the half she was in.She was just about to go in search of the aforementioned headphones when one of the men pottering around on the lush back garden stepped away from the others. Standing in a shaft of sunlight, he pulled his arms high above his head and stretched, dragging up his t-shirt to reveal a lean stomach with a fine line of dark hair leading enticingly into the waistband of his jeans.Oh yum, she thought, perhaps having builders next door wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if they all looked like him. She continued to watch as the man dropped his arms to his sides and watched the others. His dark hair was overlong and stuck out at crazy angles, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. She couldn’t see the colour of his eyes from this distance, but she could make out enough detail of his features to see that he was handsome. Gorgeous, actually. Close up he could be much less attractive, but from her upstairs window, the view was pretty fine.Just then, he glanced across at her side of the long barn, which was divided into two holiday cottages. He caught sight of her standing there, and his face dropped. He looked back at the builders, then returned his gaze to her again. Pointing at the group of noisy men, he slapped his forehead with his other hand. Finally, he pointed at his chest, then up at her. He was indicating he wanted to come in. She paused, then nodded. Common sense told her she shouldn’t be letting a strange man into her temporary home, but then, there were several large, bulky men milling around, so if they were a dodgy sort, she and the locked door would have no chance against them, especially with no means of calling for assistance. She could scream, of course, but she doubted anyone would come. The walls of the building were extremely thick—though sadly, no match for banging and drilling—the nearest house was a little way down the road, and by day, the village was all but deserted. There was only one business that she knew of—the tavern—so the other inhabitants would have to go elsewhere to work. To nearby Chateau-Thierry, perhaps, or even further afield.She’d just have to hope that the handsome man—probably the head honcho of their group—was also a decent one. Presumably they were a reputable company, as they’d been hired by the British owners, who were usually more wary of cowboy builders, and given the horror stories and dedicated TV programmes back home, it was understandable.Before she got even halfway down the stairs, a knock came at the door. Okay, so he was polite enough to knock, that was good. She moved a little faster, careful not to trip in her flip flops and go hurtling downwards. Once she was safely on the ground floor, she twisted the key in the door and opened it.*****Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Spotlight on Marissa Dobson and Storm Queen

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Blurb:
One vibrant hope…Bar owner Kayla Benson never thought of herself as extraordinary until the battle between Stormkins and Sunkins blew her comfortable life apart. Dropped heart first into the wild complications of court politics and dangerous insurrection, Kayla is drawn to three seductive and powerful men. Will Kayla be able to stand on her own and rule Storm Hollow or will her mixed heritage be her demise?Two determined warriors…Nightmare and Dreamer searched all their lives for the Queen who would restore the Stormkins to their rightful glory. Never did they suspect a common bar owner would be the answer to those prayers. But now that they’ve found her, they will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and in their arms. His last chance…Darkness only knows one life—the path of the assassin—but Kayla provides him with hope for the future, a desperate hope for a better existence. Never could have imagined the place he would find it was in her bed. Three powerful men and one vibrant woman must find passion and redemption to survive…Kayla must shed her expectations and become Queen of Storm Hollow, claim her men, unite her court and change the world…no pressure.



Buy Links: Sunshine Press ~ Kindle ~ Nook ~ Smashwords~ All Romance Ebooks ~ KoboPrint Coming soon
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Excerpt:“How the hell did you get in here?” She exhaled the words on a harsh exhale.“That is not imperative at the moment. You must come with me.”“Like that’s going to happen.” Covering her anxiety with a snort, she backed up to the door. Adrenaline chased away her fatigue and she searched for the handle. “It’s time for you to leave, the bar’s closed.”Between one heartbeat and the next, he was in front of her. The overhead light glistened off his skin. An intangible force pushed her back against the cool metal of the door. Desire washed away her fear. “Who are you?” Violent, inexplicable need harshened her tone.“That matter’s not.”“It matters to me. You’re in my bar after hours. I have the right to know your name.”“Nightmare.”The name sent chills up her spine. “Nightmare, huh?” Just what I need some punk from the local gang trying to shake me down. She looked him over. His dark grey suit cast a question on gang affiliation. He’s not the type I’d expect to be causing problems for business owners. What is he into? Maybe not a gang…could the mob have moved into Sweetwater?  “I can bring your deepest fears alive.” His rich voice sent a rush of heat through her body.She raised an eyebrow in question. Great, an escaped mental patient walks into a bar…can this night get any worse?“If you don’t believe me look down.” The cool dare interweaving the words drew her gaze toward the floor—and it disappeared beneath her feet.She stood on a steel beam hundreds of feet in the air. Frozen and unable to move, her heart thundered in her ears. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed the hard lump in her throat. This isn’t real. She repeated the refrain, but not even the knowledge of standing in the bar dissuaded her mind from what her eyes told it. She dangled a thousand feet in the air, and panic engulfed her. “Believe me now?” He taunted.“Please…” I’m going to die. A tear escaped her clenched eyes and she peeked down again, the acrid taste of bile in the back of her throat. The floor became solid once more and she collapsed. Sucking in noisy gulps of air, she tried to reconcile the insane with the real, but her mind rebelled.“Come with me now before we’re late.” Nightmare ordered, his impassive visage cold and unforgiving.“What do you want?” She choked out.“I mean you no harm…”“No harm? Are you out of your mind?” It took everything she had not to vomit. “You just had me dangling on a steal beam. Get out.”He squatted in front of her, remorseless. Catching her upper arm in his hand, she thought he wanted to pull her up, but froze and instead dropped to his knees beside her, his head bowed.Alarmed further, she watched him warily. “What is it? Are you okay?”“You’re a Queen.” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “A Stormkin Queen. The one I’ve searched for.”
About the Author: Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She is a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning. Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with. Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He is her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night. Her writing buddies Max (a cocker spaniel) and Dawne (a beagle mix) are always around to listen to me bounce ideas off them. They might not be able to answer, but they are helpful in their own ways. 

Erotic Notions is on the Wet and Wild Bloghop

Let's start off with the grand prize first- Skye Warren's hop always have something hot and fantastic and this time it's a $100 Victoria Secret gift card. Whew - it's getting hot already. And free books. What's cooler than that!!



To add to the heat, here is the blurb and an excerpt from my just released erotic contemporary fantasy - Capri's Fate.
 
Blurb - What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

Excerpt -

Capri has returned from the se toy convention with some new purchases. The voice that followed her home has some erotic playtime in mind.
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad. secret word - tomatoUnclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.Snap.Snap. Snap. Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!""Where?" His voice brushed past me ear."My clit."Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe. Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy."Ohhhh!" "Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor."Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."Total bitch in heat, and I didn't give a damn.
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Michael Perkins and Evil Companions on Erotic Notions

Evil Companions by Michael Perkins We had gotten aboard a roller coaster, and it was a race for our lives, on a one-way track.

In New York City during the heady, tumultuous years of the 1960s, a young couple meet. Together they embark on a dark erotic journey into forbidden sexuality - travelling on an incandescent road to nowhere in their tragic fall from grace. 

Scorching and poignant, and banned upon its first publication in England, Evil Companions is a masterpiece of contemporary erotica. 

'Evil Companions is a meticulous miracle of language and observation . . . A dark jewel on the erotic landscape.' Samuel R. Delany
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*****Excerpt:Some of what happened to us, what we did to each other, might have been prevented. But we had gotten aboard a roller coaster, and it was a race for our lives, on a one-way track.
Circumstances, the mood of the time, made our explorations seem natural, forecast in all our stars. Most of them I haven’t seen in years, and wouldn’t care to—except for Anne, that is. I’ve waited for her to come back, to finish the story. Maybe she won’t because it doesn’t have an end, or because neither of us wants it to end.
Our life together was a story we told each other at night, and we were always careful to consider the obligations of plot and character. Anne, especially, watched the dialogue and considered speech patterns, having decided that the nuances of conversation and sound often tell the listener more than a character would ordinarily want to tell. I had the same feeling about faces. We did more than tell each other stories at night, though; we lived our whole lives then, like—vampires. History is made at night, said Frank Borzage.
We met during rehearsals of a play I was doing in a café theatre on the East Side. She sat at a table on the side sipping coffee through a straw, and she looked ready to scream. She was with friends, some people I knew slightly and hated. It was obvious she was with them, but not of them. They ignored each other. The play was dingy and amateurish, and I became quite loud in my objections to it; I had the lead, but I had taken it in desperation, looking for anything to rouse me from my lethargy. The actress I was working with missed her cue for the third time and I exploded, cursing her, the director, and the script, which I felt no affinity with.
Something hit me in the middle of the back—the girl at the table had thrown her coffee at me. I stood frozen, feeling the hot liquid run down my back.
“You fucking faggot son-of-a-bitch! You actor! If you weren’t so goddamned illiterate, you could handle that script!” Everyone just looked at her. As quickly as she had flared up, she calmed down, and sank back into her seat. She looked so embarrassed she might have sunk into the floor.
I didn’t say anything; I went to the men’s room and cleaned myself off as well as I could. Then I sat on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. When I got up, I went straight to her table. She got up to join me without a word.
“Come on, let’s take a walk,” I said. It was already dark outside. I hadn’t realized I had been working so long. She had a peculiar gait, like a sailor’s; we walked along. “Did I hurt you?” she asked me. “Let me see.” She pushed me in a doorway and slipped her hand around so she could feel my back. Her hand slipped up under my coat and over my buttocks with a man’s urgent touch. “You’re still wet. Come home with me and you can get dried off.” It was practically a command. She took my hand as if it were already a part of her, ready to pull mealong if I hesitated.
The building she lived in was one part tenement and two parts gingerbread house. I went galumphing up the stairs behind her, noticing the runs in her stockings. She wore stocking with seams down the back, those clay-colored things my mother used to wear.
Her apartment had its own particular smell, an aromatic combination I have never been able to forget: a hideous incense called Dhoop, marijuana, and an exciting odor of pure, raw sex,mixed with the smell of her cats. She had five of them; the leader was an old gray tom she called Wino, who was missing one eye and any sense of decorum. I learned that it wasn’t unusual for him to leap on guests with his claws out, or to urinate in the middle of the floor and stand there proudly, daring you to rebuke him. I wanted to call him Jean Genet.
She still had my hand. She pulled me in the bedroom, but it was occupied by a young Puerto Rican who was rolling his eyes at the ceiling. As soon as he saw us, he rolled off and staggered out into the other room.
“Sit down and take off your pants.” I sat on the bed and watched her move around. She seemed unconscious of my presence as she took off her clothes. When she was naked in thered light she sat down beside me and, without a word, unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers off.
“Don’t be uptight. You’re an actor, aren’t you? Here’s a situation you can play your heart out in.”
“Meaning you?”
“Oh man, don’t be muley! You act like a thickhead. It’s hot in here, take off those damn clothes. I don’t trust anybody in clothes.” I did what she asked. My scrotum was tight andwrinkled, and I felt like washing my feet. I noticed that hers were black. Her breasts were small and sharp, the nipples bloodred.
She noticed me looking at them.
“Touch. Go on. Then maybe you’ll feel better,” she said dispassionately. I dragged my underwear over my crotch and sat back, away from her. “What’s the matter? Is my hostilityshowing?” she asked.
“Turn it off,” I said.
“Turn what off?”
“Whatever the fuck this game is. What’s your name, anyway?”
“Anne, sometimes.”
“Well, Anne, what’s the game? I thought you hated me. It was a bad script.”
“If you thought that, you wouldn’t have come home with me. You’re out in the cold. I could tell that when I first saw you.”
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HIDDEN GATESBook one of the P.J. Stone Gates TrilogyD.T. Dyllin
Book one of the P.J. Stone Gates Trilogy
by  D.T. Dyllin
Expected publication: January 24, 2013
Coming to print and ebook For P.J. Stone, being a “Seer” who has never seen anything is less than fun. And P.J. isn’t known for her patience.To make matters worse, she must choose a suitable mate to continue the Seer bloodline. Duty always comes before her heart…at least that’s what her parents taught her. When she finds herself wanting someone who is considered off-limits, P.J. is forced to question everything she believes.As if navigating her love life isn’t complicated enough, P.J. finally receives a vision—of a threat to her world that only she can perceive. But no one will believe a fledgling Seer’s warnings. With nowhere else to turn, she may decide to trust a stranger with her life, her world, and maybe even her heart.


Author Bio:Cynical-Optimist. Chocolate-holic. Sarcasm Addict. Paranormal Believer. Self-Imposed Insomniac. Sci-Fi Geek. Animal Lover. Writer…are just a few words to describe D.T. Dyllin. She was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two very spoiled GSDs. Website / Twitter / Facebook / Goodreads

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Being Ariana & Being BoundCristal Ryder
Is it better to get lost in your fantasy, or be found in another’s?Ellie Taylor lives her erotic dreams by masquerading herself as Ariana and visiting the Black Phantom. In this club where anything goes, she plans to perform onstage before an audience, building her sexual excitement to a fever pitch before selecting her man. But Ariana is sidetracked by a tall, blond masked maitre-d. He captivates her and all thoughts of performing are forgotten. He’s every bit as domineering as Ariana and pushes her to her sexual limit. Their true identities concealed, they set out to use each other for pleasure–no risk of entanglement or commitment…but that may prove easier said than done.WARNING: Explicit sex/language, domination, bondage and kink
Excerpt:Ariana was coming out to play.A little over a week ago through underground channels, word reached Ellie Taylor that the Black Phantom’s Lost in Fantasy Affair was tonight. Ellie knew she would be drawn out for some naughty fun masquerading herself as Ariana, her bolder alter ego.For a week Ellie, a highly paid and respected Senior Vice President of Beauty for an international department store chain, moved through her day job in a high state of erotic anticipation.She felt like a child waiting for Christmas morning. The time seemed to crawl by and focusing on her tasks became a chore, but being a professional, she survived the wait on a knife edge of arousal. Her daytime persona paid the bills. A life which satisfied her for the most part and gave her a normalcy she craved. But no matter how hard Ellie tried to keep Ariana at bay, her mysterious night side craved to come out and play.Thinking about what she might do as Ariana this evening at the Affair made her breath hitch a little more rapidly and her heart tango in her chest.Finally, tonight is here.Ellie sat before the mirror with an array of powders, blushes, lipsticks and brushes and Ariana slowly emerged under Ellie’s creative fingers. Ellie took a moment to sit back and gaze at her masterpiece. She watched her lips as they rested against the edge of the crystal goblet and sipped the delicious red wine. Creating the right mood for Ariana’s materialization was critical, and the ruby liquid along with the scented candles and dimmed lighting in her dressing room accomplished an ambience fitting for Ariana’s arrival.Ellie’s distinctive sea-green eyes couldn’t be camouflaged but she could alter them with black eyeliner, smudged kohl and thick eyelashes, creating a complete shock against her almost translucent skin. The eyes were important to her and needed to be just right. She pressed her baby finger to the outside corner and rubbed lightly, blending out the shade.Of course, the makeup she used came from the best companies. She laughed out loud. If only they knew the expensive products showered on her were used to completely change her appearance.Ellie outlined her shell pink lips and stained them with chili-pepper red, a stark contrast adding to her disguise along with the black tinted blush she swept across her cheekbones. Now as Ariana, she raised her chin and turned her head from one side to the other, critically assessing herself. One last touch and she was done. Ariana smoothed a few stray hairs on the deep auburn hairpiece before securing it in place. It was cut in a bob that ended just below her chin. With her blond hair wound up under the wig, Ellie transformed into sultry, mysterious Ariana. No one would ever guess Ariana was Ellie, and that’s how she wanted it.Taking the goblet of wine between her fingers, she rose and padded naked to the walk-in closet. It was extraordinarily neat and bigger than most bedrooms. A true perk to the position she held in the real world.No longer Ellie, Ariana now stood before a three-way mirror, and how she loved it. She could view her body from all angles. She sipped the wine and turned slowly, looking at every inch of her skin over the rim of the glass. As a teenager she’d hated her body, but as she matured she realized the power it held and learned to love who she was. She became expert at artfully draping clothes to accentuate her voluptuous shape, incredible legs and an ass even Jay-lo would envy.Ariana viewed her latest tattoo, set in the graceful curve of her waist, just above her hip and slightly to the back. The artist had expressed surprise when she’d asked for a wren. But once she’d showed him the image she wanted, he didn’t ask any more questions and had set about recreating the small and delicate bird on her flawless skin.She longed to touch herself, and it took all her determination not to. Her stiff nipples and the firm skin along her belly to the springy neatly trimmed curls between her legs beckoned her fingertips, to caress and stroke. She ached with need but restrained herself, clutching the wine glass a little tighter. Ariana knew if she gave in and her fingers reached the juncture of her thighs, she wouldn’t be able to stop. And pleasuring herself would detract from later. So she let the anticipation of touch satisfy her for now. She must wait, and licked her lips with expectation. It was time to cover up and dress for the Black Phantom.
 


~Being Bound~Lyrical’s readers choice for 2012
Sometimes reality is so much better than fantasy.A man used to getting what he wants, Tom Rourke doesn’t take being discarded lightly. Smarting from rejection, Rourke decides the complication of women is distracting him from his goal. He refocuses his energy into ownership of the Black Phantom, where he meets Heather Canyon.Drawn into her erotic web, he can’t get her out of his mind. But can he trust her? The only way to know is to experience her first hand.Dominatrix Heather Canyon is looking for a new beginning, and a safe place where she can let her talents shine. Rourke’s proposition is the perfect opportunity. She must test him to ensure they are the right fit for each other and challenges him at every turn. She isn’t looking for a partner, but has she found her match with Rourke?WARNING: Light BDSM, kink, explicit sex.
Excerpt:Their gaze met and he smiled, showing his white, even teeth. He was a handsome man. There was no doubt about that.“Heather.” He reached his hand out and she waited for the jolt of desire when their palms met. She wasn’t disappointed.“Rourke.”His gaze boldly slipped from her face and took in her appearance. She stepped back and opened her coat for him so he could see what she wore. Heather slipped it off and held it out without moving her gaze from Rourke.“Viktor.” She didn’t say anything more, simply his name as a test to see how responsive he was.He scurried over and grabbed the supple leather as she dropped it, making sure it didn’t hit the floor, then disappeared behind the curtains of the stage.No look of surprise crossed his face once her full costume was revealed to him and her small sense of disappointment intrigued her. She had expected a reaction and wanted it. But didn’t receive one. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she watched his features. She knew she look perfect and sensed he was trying to remain unaffected.“So then, shall we continue our discussion?” Heather turned and looked out from the stage. She moved to the edge and stood with her legs wide and hands resting on her hips.“What more is there to discuss?” He was behind her and she felt his heat. It raised her body temperature and a sweet fullness began to settle between her thighs. Heather couldn’t deny she was highly attracted to Rourke. But for now, she would enjoy the edge it gave her and not fall prey to his seduction. His breath fluttered her long hair.“Boundaries, rules, trust, salary.”He chuckled and the deep rumble from his chest slipped around her like a thunderclap.She turned to face him and before he could reply she continued. “You find that funny?” His smiled stayed, but an eyebrow shot up. “I can tell this is all new to you,” she said with a dismissive wave, the black leather arm sheath shining in the dimming light, “it is quite serious business not to be taken lightly.”He stepped back from her and crossed his arms over his powerful chest, still not saying anything.Heather continued in an even and firm tone, “I know of your club and didn’t come without, quite possibly, better knowledge than you.”He shook his head, “I doubt tha—”Heather put her hand up and he halted mid sentence. “I have certain expectations, as I’m sure you do.” She walked to the far side of the stage. She felt the weight of his gaze on her and almost smelled his desire. “I’d like to see the back rooms.” She swung her gaze back to him. His face showed his surprise. Did he really think I wouldn’t know? She could tell he was thrown off balance. She accomplished the most important feat in less than ten minutes. He had to feel her power and control and accept it. When he didn’t say a word and led her backstage, he had made it evident her power radiated over him.

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 My hot piece is an excerpt from my just released erotic contemporary fantasy - Capri's Fate.


Against her wishes, Capri has been dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend, Kat. A sexy male voice, that only she can hear, follows her around the convention floor. 




We left our packages in a secure location and followed Tee out of the main convention center hall and up the stairs to the smaller conference rooms. Groups of people milled about. All were clothed, none had whips. I felt safe.
"I think we will start at the far end." Tee pointed. "Most people start here. We'll go where it's quieter."
Quieter was not what it was. She led us into the darkened room. The screams of a woman made my feet freeze to the floor. Kat pushed past me, but I remained in the doorway until someone shoved me aside and shut the door. As my eyes adjusted to the muted light, my butt found the safety of the back wall. I pressed up against it only inches from the door.
In front of me were rows of chairs filled with people whose attention was focused on the area where the screams originated. I hadn't managed to get the courage to look. What my eyes refused to see, my ears had no choice but to hear.
The screaming would stop and a knee-melting, male voice would ask, "More?"
A breathless female voice would answer, "Yes, Master!" and the scream would begin again.
"Look up." It was his voice. "Experience with your eyes what you enjoy with your ears."
Enjoying? My head snapped so I could debate that issue, but my focus was distracted by the scene in front of me. A woman stood tied spread-eagled to a free-standing frame. She was naked except for a blindfold and shiny with sweat. The male, dressed in black leather pants and a sleeveless vest, placed the end of gleaming metal rod on her belly. There was a loud crack of an electric shock and a scream erupted from her throat. He placed the rod next to her nipple. "More?"
"Yes, Master!"
Crack.
Scream.
"More?"
I am so out of here!
The door wouldn't budge. I pushed again. Still it resisted. I shook it. Let me out of here.
P-U-L-L. Four letters on a sign, which spelled freedom. I pulled the door and stepped outside. Trembling and a tad nauseous, I sat on a bench. Three deep breaths later, I felt my heartbeat slow and my blood pressure drop out of imminent stroke level.
"Too much?"
Yes. He was hurting her.
"But she loves pain. You do not?"
No. I cry if I stub my toe.
"Let us move to another room."
Don't know why, but I looked around to see where the voice came from. What about Tee and Kat?
"They will find you."
May I ask something?
"Yes."
Who are you? And where the hell are you?
"When the time is right, I will answer."
Great, just what I needed right now. The voice in my head goes all Zen on me.
The door to the next conference room opened…by itself. With great hesitancy, I walked inside. A lot of moaning and slurping confronted me when I looked toward the stage area and saw seven…no, make that eight naked people engaged in a mass sex event.
I think the starting point was the girl on her hands and knees, with the male doing her from behind and her giving a blowjob to the male in front of her. Underneath her, sucking on one breast, was a female who was being eaten out by another female, and on the other breast was a female who was being fucked by a female with a strap on. That one was busy giving a blowjob to the male who was fondling whatever body part on whomever he could get his hands on.
As I watched, another male walked up on stage rapidly working his penis erect. He slid a condom over his cock, pulled up the hips of the prone female who was licking the other female's clit, who was sucking the other female's breast, who was…I think I'm getting a headache.
He thrust himself into her, increasing the number to nine. A female stripped as she walked around the group trying to figure out where or how to join in. I stepped out of the room.
"Still not right?"
My heart pounded in my chest. Ten people? No. I...uh...
"Try the door on the left. Much tamer. Maybe more your style."
Okay, that was just embarrassing. My style is tame. Tame means boring, which makes me boring. But, come on…ten people?
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Capri is at it again on Sneak Peek Sunday

From my just released erotic contemporary fantasy - Capri's Fate. Last week, we left Capri and her friend, Kat, drinking Irish beer in a pub. Capri had the embarrassing moment of the bar going silent just as she announced to Kat she has nipple clamps.



Kelly-Anne, the waitress, brought the next round over and smiled. She was practically my bitch by now as I'd been over tipping the whole night. "Patrick said this one's on the house."
"Well you can tell Patrick, I'm not gonna show him my nipple clamps." I glanced up at the other patrons. "Or anybody else."
A case of the giggles hit Kat. She kept trying to tell me something, but would shake with laughter and could only spit out a garbled mess of words. "Yo zed plmps."
Four and a half Guinness Draughts in you and it doesn't take long for the infectious giggling to invade your body. I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and started singing, "When Irish eyes are smiling. De da de dum, I don't know the words. But when Irish eyes are smiling…de dum de de da dum dee." I held that last note for several seconds. And proudly I might add, I was only a little off key.
"Okay. Okay. I got it." Kat placed her hand on her chest and tried to control her breathing. "You said nipple clamps!" She burst into hysterics and knocked over her empty beer glass.
"Time to go." I stood and swayed. My knees buckled. The chair pad rose up and met my butt. No, reverse that, I sat down.
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