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D'Ann Lindun brings Cooper's Redmeption to Erotic Notions

Let's give a big hello to D’Ann Lindun and her latest release Cooper’s Redemption
 
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."? When I took my first draft of a manuscript to a published friend, and she said it had potential! Yeah, the potential to start a fire.
Kinda know what you mean.
What genre do you write in? Contemporary western and contemporary western suspense.
Have many books have you written? More than twenty, but not all are published or publishable.
List names of published books?From Crimson:Wild HorsesShot Through the HeartDesert HeatCooper’s RedemptionVaquero from Siren-Bookstrandand from Still Moments Publishing:Rodeo Man Sunny Days Ahead

What is your latest book about? Here’s the blurb:Elizabeth Adams is a Los Angles native who has always dreamed of living in the Rocky Mountains. She loves western movies and riding horses, and dreams of being a heroine in a western film. She gets her chance for real life adventure when her mother disappears from Salt Lick, Colorado, after going there to sell a ranch she inherited.J.B. Cooper (just Cooper) is under suspicion for killing his neighbor, Henry Harper, over a water dispute. There is no evidence to convict him, but the shadow of doubt hovers around him. He just wants to be left in peace.Circumstances throw Elizabeth and Cooper together when he tracks rustled cattle to her ranch … and discovers a body in the barn. Once again, he is the suspect in a suspicious death. Elizabeth is convinced Cooper had nothing to do with the murder of her cousin because to her, he’s a true western hero. Together, they search for her mother, clear Cooper’s name and fall in love along the way.
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets)He wrapped strands of her hair around his hands, tugging, but not painfully. When he began to buck against her hand, she released him. “Cooper, I need you now.” He hesitated. “I don’t have anything,” he muttered. “Not with me . . .” Elizabeth placed her fingers against his lips, then silenced him with a kiss. “Hold on.” Getting up, she went in the bathroom. Rummaging hurriedly through her cosmetic case, she found a pack of nearly-forgotten condoms in the bottom. They’d been stowed there for the getaway she’d taken to Tahoe with a group of girlfriends last summer. The stash was exactly as she’d left it. Gina, Elizabeth’s best friend, had insisted she buy a box of assorted flavors and colors. Blushing, Elizabeth protested. The stash wouldn’t been needed. She hadn’t exactly been the belle of the ball. Thank goodness she remembered the rubbers tonight. Picking two of the plainest styles—she doubted Cooper was into mint-flavored ripples—she slipped back into the bedroom. Climbing back in the bed beside him, she straddled his thighs, opened the wrapper and smoothed the contents over his erection. When he would’ve rolled her over, she teased, “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this for awhile. Torture you a bit.” “No,” he said harshly. Elizabeth couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips when he reversed their positions, moving over her and thrusting inside her without warning. She hadn’t been expecting that maneuver and pain filled her as completely as he did. “Cooper, please stop.”He only slammed into her two or three times before a shudder seemed to shake from his very bones before he collapsed on top of her.                Disappointment coursed through her. How could he be so selfish when it mattered most?  A sigh escaped her. Lovemaking always looked so great in the movies. It just never matched up to her expectations in real life. One of the reasons she still had a full box of condoms when her friends had gone through theirs like bubblegum last summer.
How have you evolved as a writer from your first story until your latest. I couldn’t even count the ways. I learned deep POV, characterization, plotting…everything improved and continues to improve.
Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you? Pantster. Plotting ruins it for me. I like to go with the story as if unfold.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life? I can’t say.
Personally I have trouble coming up with book titles, is this easy for you? How do you do it? Easy. I generally us a line from the book, although it’s not the case for this book.
If you could meet an author (dead or alive) who would it be and why? Louis L’Amour. He’s my non-romance writer inspiration.
Having just got through a bit of writer's block myself, have you ever hit a writer's wall?  How did you deal with it? I don’t believe in it. I write through it.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? neitherBaseball or hockey? HockeyHot red finger nail polish or bare nails? bareSpaghetti or steak? spaghettiLaying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? not skiing, but the mountainWhite roses or red roses? Red
Last one – tell us 1 thing about you that's fun. Fun? hmmmm… I’ve traveled across the state 2x to see Vince Gill…I’m going to marry him eventually. He just doesn’t know it yet! LOL


Bio:Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, nine ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories! http://dlindunauthor.blogspot.com/http://www.facebook.com/DLindunAuthorhttp://www.amazon.com/DAnn-Lindun/e/B008DKL9TU

Erotic Notions on the Lucky in Love BlogHop

In honour of St. Patrick's Day – my excerpt from my erotic contemporary romance is a scene where Capri and her best friend, Kat, stop by an Irish pub for a chat.
Excerpt –O'Malley's is a step-back-in-time kind of Irish pub. Big polished wood bar on the right hand side, with a mirrored wall, numerous draft beer handles poking up and gleaming brass everywhere. Seating is mixed between tall bar stools and big padded chairs nestled around dark wood tables. The TV, up in the corner, is usually on a European football match. Patrick, the bartender, has a passable Irish lilt in his voice. But I suspect he's from Jersey. We settled into a corner booth facing out into the bar. Kat ordered a half-pint of Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale, and I asked for the same in a Guinness Draught. No ordering a Bud Light or Coors here. This is an Irish pub. Legend has it, the last person who ordered a non-Irish beer volunteeredto be the backstop for a dart tournament."Can I skip the pleasantries and go straight to what's wrong?" Kat clicked her cell phone shut and tossed it into her purse. That meant she was serious. It's girl talk time. "Oh, and don't bullshit me that it's nothing or that you're okay. I know you. Something's up. Where'd you go this weekend? I called and called."So if you want a chance to win an ecopy when this is released, leave a comment that starts with a six letter word and your email address and you could be the first to read this romance. I'm hiding this here to see how many actually read the excerpts.The waitress placed our beers on the table. I paid for the two with a sizeable tip then wrapped my fingers around the glass and sighed. Guinness is a stout. That's a dark beer and kind of strong—exactly what I needed. The thick inch of froth on my drink was a little butterfly of joy. I swiped my finger through the foam and licked it clean. "Suck anything else this weekend?" I looked up from my beer into Kat's smiling face. "No. I spent all of Saturday and most of Sunday in my office."Kat raised her beer and held it out for me to clink glasses. "To weekends you supposedly spent in your office, getting a tan and possibly sucking foam off of something, but you won't confess to any of it."I shook my head as I clinked her glass and gulped several mouthfuls of the stout. Running my tongue around my lips, I cleaned off every drip of froth."Either I'm super horny or…well, there is no or. Everything you've done is sending out signals to every guy in this place to drag you to his place and fuck your brains out."Someone already did.
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Alexa Bourne and Simple Treasures on Erotic Notions

 Take-charge bodyguard Colin Munro believes working for the International Protective Network will be the perfect occupation for him. Unfortunately, his trial assignment is protecting a woman who has no intention of blindly following orders. Aye, he’ll bring the bonnie lass in line because there’s no way he’ll allow her to ruin his chance of securing his dream job.
Physically and emotionally scarred during her stint as a U.S. soldier, Joanna Grainger wants nothing more than to enjoy life. New Year's Eve in Edinburgh marks the beginning of her transformation. But when she witnesses a crime no one believes occurred, her plans come to a screeching halt. To make matters worse, her sexy but headstrong bodyguard has no compassion for her or the victim.As danger hunts them during one of the busiest times of the year, Joanna must convince Colin she's a worthy partner. But first, can she convince herself?

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Excerpt:Joanna bolted upright. Darkness wrapped her in its hideous embrace. And silence reigned. Her heart raced. She pressed her hands against the mattress beneath her.Mattress. Bed. Colin’s hotel room.Rustling sounds came from the floor. The bedside lamp flickered on. Colin propped himself up, one knee bent and an arm dangling over it. He squinted against the brightness. “Are you all right?”“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She brushed her fingers under her eyes. Her skin flamed beneath her touch.“Don’t be daft, lass.” “I had a bad dream.” She smoothed her hair back off her face. Moisture beaded at her temples.“Here we call it a nightmare.” He smiled, and at once she relaxed her shoulders.“Americans do, too.” After another deep breath, she said, “I’ll be all right.” Once her heart rate slowed to normal. With her forearm, she wiped perspiration from her forehead.He stood, padded into the bathroom, and ran the faucet. When he returned, he sat beside her, tucked his finger under her chin, and pressed the cloth to her cheek. The cool moisture soothed her burning skin.She reached up and overtook his hand. “I can do that.” “I know.” He brushed her fingers away. “But you’ll not.” After a few seconds, he moved the wet towel across her forehead and to her other cheek.When he reached her neck, she sighed and closed her eyes for a few valuable seconds.“Thank you.”His gentle touch reminded her how much she’d missed simple comfort…from anyone.“You’re welcome.” The cloth soon disappeared. “Now, will you tell me what you dreamed about?”“Mark Rawlings. I dreamed I was back in the train car and he was bleeding out on the floor. The guy with him faded into the background, but I could see the man’s hands and lips moving. I couldn’t hear anything, though. Then somebody jabbed me with something, and my blood drained out of my body, but there was nothing I could do. The guy standing stayed in front of me. There was another voice, but the words were garbled.”“Did you see anyone else?”“No, but at the end I wasn’t paying attention. I was losing consciousness.” She tilted her head to one side and into her palm. “Colin, what am I going to do if we don’t find the professor’s attacker soon?”“We’ll take it one day at a time.” Strong, confident, able to leap tall buildings and all…even in the middle of the night.
About the Author:Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romantic suspense writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She is thrilled to be writing for Decadent Publishing and to have the chance to share her love of Great Britain with readers everywhere. When she's not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV and thinking about exercising. She loves to interact with readers, so visit her web page, hang out at her blog, follow her on Twitter or drop her a note at Alexa@alexabourne.com!

Erotic Sci-fi author Sabrina Devonshire and Message from Viola Mari.

Let's give a hot Erotic Notions welcome to Sabrina Devonshire.
Good morning, Daryl. Thank you for giving me this interview opportunity.  I’m Sabrina Devonshire and I’d like to share a little about my January 1 release, an erotic sci-fi entitled Message from Viola Mari.
 Tell my readers about yourself.  Where were you born? Where do you live now? Hobbies?I grew up in central Ohio, left the snow behind at age 18 and now live in southern Arizona where there’s sunshine more than 300 days a year (yea!). Swimming is my favourite hobby and form of mental therapy—I love paddling around in the ocean the most, but I’ll settle for an endorphin rush at the local pool. I also enjoy travelling to exotic places—I caught the travel bug during the two years we lived in Peru in the ‘90s. I enjoy spending time with my husband and two grown children and I’m also an avid reader.
How long have you been writing?I started journaling and writing short novels at age eight.
What inspired you to write?I always felt the urge to dump thoughts that race through my head on paper. Whenever I get derailed from regular writing, I feel like an important part of me is missing.
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer?”I’ve always considered myself a writer, but never considered publishing my work until I found myself suddenly out of work eight years ago. Then I thought to myself, I’ve always wanted to do this, why not give it a try? And within a few months, I got my first travel feature published in a local newspaper.
What genre do you write? In addition to publishing dozens of articles on health and fitness, competitive swimming, and travel under my “real” name, I write romance novels—suspense, sports, and science fiction. My books always transport readers to exotic locales. Expect surprises in my books—I love throwing in twists and creating quirky characters.
Have many books have you written? I’ve published two romance novels, THE OPEN WATER SWIMMER and MESSAGE FROM VIOLA MARI and have a third one, EXPEDITION TO MOUNTAIN RIVER CAVE, under contract with Extasy Books.
 What is your latest book about? Since I spent weeks writing this blurb, I’m going to spit it out verbatim from my site… World-renowned oceanographer and meteorite specialist, Marissa Jones, uncovers evidence that a comet cloud will soon destroy Earth. When aspiring writer and best friend, Jennifer begs her to take a Saturday morning sci-fi writing class, Marissa reluctantly agrees. Writing her real-life story as fiction gives her an astonishing new perspective on the anomalous set of craters she discovered off of the La Jolla coast. But this favor for her friend stirs up more than scientific results… Writing teacher, Justin Lincoln, goads her constantly and taunts her with his irresistible curly blond locks and a steely physique he knows only too well make women drool. Marissa teeters on the edge of anger and raging attraction for this irritating man. But it’s a terrible time to let lust call the shots when the world's about to end and Marissa's the only one who can save everyone.
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets)I’d have to say I love the science fiction writing class conflict scenes the most. I’ve taken dozens of writing workshops and people (myself included) tend to take comments on their work very personally. I took this and ran with it and made these scenes really funny.
How have you evolved as a writer from your first story until your latest?I can really see when it’s not happening, when I’m not inspired and am just forcing out a story. I can’t go forward in that mode. Sometimes I just need to go for a hike in the mountains, take a swim or sometimes even leave town for a few days to get a fresh perspective so my writing becomes resuscitated again.
Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you?Definitely pantster…Lots of fun surprises end up on the page when my plot develops spontaneously—it make my work less predictable and I hope more exciting for the reader.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?Of course! Many people I know and places I’ve travelled end up in my books in some shape or form.  I often pull images of men I’ve been attracted to from the recesses of my brain and make them into my male characters. Usually, I draw on physical attributes and then create personalities I find unusual and appealing. I get a lot of my female characters by blending real people with ones I see in movies.
If you could meet an author (dead or alive) who would it be and why? I would love to meet Jennifer Crusie. Her books make me laugh out loud and I’d really like to know if she cracks jokes like that in person or has a completely different personality than we see in her books.
Having just got through a bit of writer's block myself, have you ever hit a writer's wall?  How did you deal with it? It doesn’t happen much with my magazine work, but with books, it can strike any time. Stress and depression really block me so if I’m feeling tense and uncreative, I spend a day hiking, meditate for awhile, or engage in high intensity exercise to get back on track. Reading a favourite book can help, too. The trick for me is to not let it go on for days or weeks. Once I get out of a rhythm, I find it really hard to get it back.
What's the name of the book you like to read over and over?  What makes it so special for you?My favorite book, a memoir, is Beyond the Sky and the Earth by Jamie Zeppa.  She packs up and travels to distant Bhutan to teach English. I love her vivid descriptions of the country, which she paints better than someone could do with a brush; watching her grow as a person; and the difficult situations she endures. It’s what real travel is all about—not just seeing the place, but feeling like you’re living and breathing the scenery, the people, the culture…That’s how I felt when I lived in Peru.
Where do you write? Office, kitchen table, computer, laptop?  Where would the perfect location be for you?Light always gives me a lift, so I often move my laptop around to follow the light. I enjoy writing outside on my patio. Oceanside vacations are the best—I love sitting in a chair overlooking the ocean listening to waves crash and breathing in the salt air—I can spend hours typing away when I’m feeling so relaxed.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? To be honest, I prefer vanilla with Reese’s Peanut butter cups.Baseball or hockey? Neither. The only sports I really enjoy watching are Olympic swimming, gymnastics, and ice skatingHot red finger nail polish or bare nails? Bare nails.Spaghetti or steak? Pasta of any kind always rules.Laying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? I’m not one to sit around unless I have a story to write. I prefer warm weather sports—on an ideal vacation, I swim in the ocean or scuba dive. White roses or red roses? Purple. Recently, my daughter, who is away at university, sent me a dozen beautiful purple roses with a card saying how much she loved me and appreciated all the things I’d done to help her learn to live a healthy lifestyle and be kind. Nothing has ever moved me this much! Last one – tell us 1 thing about you that's fun. I like challenging myself to do something I’ve never done before as often as possible. It’s a great way to get a fresh perspective and renew enthusiasm when you’re feeling flat. I want to inspire people, so to do that, I have to stay inspired myself.
Thank you so much for the interview, Daryl. I appreciate having this opportunity. If you would like to read more about my books, you can go to my website www.sabrinadevonshire.com, blog www.sabrinadevonshire.blogspot.com, or follow me on Twitter @SabrinaDevonsh1. MESSAGE FROM VIOLA MARI can be downloaded from Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Message-from-Viola-Mari-ebook/dp/B00AYTAC0A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362181317&sr=8-1&keywords=Message+from+Viola+Mari and Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/message-from-viola-mari-sabrina-devonshire/1114620711?ean=2940044319189

Sneak Peeking on Erotic Notions

From my Twisted Fairy Tale - Sexy Red Hood.

Chopper and Red met on a Caribbean cruise. Red Has been searching the ship for her grandmother.





When the drinks were placed on the bar, Chopper insisted it was his turn to pay, then he led the way back out into the sunshine. They took their drinks, sipping them, as they continued to explore the various decks. Standing in the shade, leaning on a railing overlooking a pool, water slide, hot tub and rock climbing wall, Red asked, "Why are you on this cruise?" "Last minute booking. Cheap rate. Cheap is affordable on my salary." He gazed out at the gulf. "I was looking for a change. Something completely different from an all boys private school. How about you?" "I was sent here by my mother to babysit my grandmother." Chopper pointed out to the crowd of passengers either swimming, or lounging in the sun. "So which of the sweet, little, old ladies is she?" Red pointed. "That one. The one on the rock climbing wall." 
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 Now on to the other amazing authors

From the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse - The Perfect Dom

Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."?No – and I don’t think I’ll ever think that, even when I have lots of novels out there :-)
What genre(s) do you write in?Erotica and erotic romance
Have many books have you written? List names of published books?I’ve been in lots of anthologies, so I’ll just stick with my most recently single-author titles, or this could be quite a long list:The Perfect DomThe Military WifeLoose EndsReindeer Games: CupidA Taste of LondonThe Sweetest Revenge (Pride)No Boys Allowed
What is your latest book about?It’s a collection of four BDSM short stories. I’ve included the blurb and an excerpt later on for you ;)
Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you?I’m a bit of both. I used to be a total pantser when I just wrote short stories. But now I write novellas and novels, too, I find that a plan, even a loose plan, keeps me on track, ensures I don’t run out of material and that things stay interesting.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?Yes. That’s as much as I’m saying ;) I’ve based the looks of quite a few of my characters on celebrities that I fancy, too.
Short question time.Favourite ice cream - ButterscotchDream vacation – A camper van, America, unlimited moneyLeast favourite food – Mushrooms
If you won the lottery, what would you do? Travel, travel, travel! Have a house built from scratch in the Peak District with an amazing library and lots of land.


Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.
Excerpt: “Spank me. Is that an invitation?” Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten. Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing. Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering. Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?” Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.” “Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.” “Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-perfect-dom/
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

R.E. Hargrave and To Serve is Divine on Erotic Notions

To start let's all wish R.E. Hargrave a Happy Birthday. And here's a birthday cake for everyone to enjoy.

Now on to Hargrave's release - To Serve is Divine.




Blurb: Catherine O’Chancey is a reserved, demure, and graceful submissive. All traits she trained hard to enhance when she discovered the world of Dominance and submission in college. In an attempt to start fresh after the unexpected death of her last Dom, Catherine moves to Dallas, TX to escape the shroud of darkness he left behind in her life. She has tried to fight the need that resides deep within her to submit, but finally has to admit she can’t for it is not a choice, but part of who she truly is. After months of mental preparation, she ventures back into the lifestyle by attending a coveted open-night event at Dungeons and Dreams, an exclusive BDSM club.Is it fate or coincidence that Catherine garners the attention of one of the club’s board members who happens to be on the hunt for the perfect sub – a partner who enjoys receiving pain and pleasure as much as he enjoys doling it out?Jayden Masterson is many things: a firm Dom, a shrewd businessman, and a gentleman. What he isn’t, is someone who partakes in relationships outside of contractual ones with his multiple, un-collared, regular submissives. While he likes rough sex, he is not an animal, and can find pleasure only if it is consensual. What his harem is missing is a pain slut; could there be one in his future?Upon meeting Catherine, Jayden feels an instantaneous spark inside him that has him wanting to know not just her body, but her mind. He wants to unravel her mysteries and discover her secrets. Through pain can they find the pleasure they seek? Can part-time pain lovers find full-time fulfillment when it’s not in their contract?
Excerpt:It didn’t take long for Catherine’s sure touch to have Master’s cock stretched tight, the flesh an almost angry red in a visual display of his need. Gliding her hand up his length, she licked her lips when the first viscous bead oozed out from the slit. She waited for Master to give the command; to tell Catherine to take him into her mouth.               In her mind Catherine prepared, searching out that peaceful space she went to when participating in sexual submission. It was a quiet place with a blank slate; no preconceived notions, just opening her mind to accept what her Master asked of her body. One thing marred her special place – a cane enclosure kept her confined – other than that, she was open to do Master’s bidding. She needed to show Micah that she alone was enough for Master, even if she could never say the words out loud.               For the second time that night, Catherine’s world shifted beneath her feet when Master gave the command not to her, but to Micah.               “Come forward and take me in your mouth, Micah.” Master’s instructions were quiet and contained to their box.               When Micah came forward and his tongue flicked out at Master, Catherine’s first instinct was to ride the feeling of jealousy which was welling up inside of her. While she watched, his mouth closed over the top and Master’s cock disappeared behind Micah’s lips. Her breath hitched in a choked sob of disappointment and anguish.               You asked for this, Erin. You have no right to have your feelings being hurt like a petty child by this. Look at what is in front of you. How can you not appreciate that sight?               The urge to smack herself was strong. She’d pushed for this, and true to Master’s word, he was accommodating her. Catherine had no recourse to be upset. Questions began forming in her head; details and information she wanted about Master’s past, but she knew it wasn’t the time. Sunday would be her time. Looking upon the men before her, Catherine felt her inner turmoil settling. The two of the together were hot. Did anything else really matter right now?
About the Author: R.E. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer.  Married to her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children from elementary age to college age. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter and now, a writer for Renaissance Romance Publishing.
Where to find her:·        http://www.rehargrave.com/ ·        https://www.facebook.com/REHargrave ·        http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6579501.R_E_Hargrave ·        https://twitter.com/REHargrave ·        http://www.amazon.com/R.E.-Hargrave/e/B00ALX8VUW

Sneak Peeking at Derek Davenport

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This week - from A Kept Woman - Derek Davenport- billionaire - is playing a little poker.
“I’ll raise you fifteen thousand.” Derek tossed his chips into the pile. Arianne snuck a glance at his cards. She bit her tongue and dug her fingernails into her palm. She didn’t know much about poker, but she knew she had to keep a straight face because Derek was bluffing. The bidding went around three more times. Only two players hadn’t folded, Derek and the man across the table. Arianne was trying to mimic his super-model escort’s bored expression. “I know you’re bluffing Davenport, so I’ll see your bid and raise you thirty thousand.” Derek tossed more chips onto the table and said, “See your thirty and raise you—” He counted chips and pushed them to the pile. “Another forty thousand.” The other player opened his cards, glanced at them and folded them. His eyes wandered around the table as he calculated the odds of what was in Derek’s hand. “I need to buy more chips. Another fifty thousand.” The dealer handed him a large pile of black and red striped chips. “And I want another scotch.” His escort scurried away. Derek leaned back in his chair. He remained intense and immobile. His gaze rarely shifted from his opponent’s face. A glass of scotch was placed on the table. The other player steadied his hand as he reached for it. “I’ll see your forty and raise you another fifty thousand.” “This is getting boring,” said Derek. “We’re playing for chicken feed.” Without looking at the dealer he asked for one hundred thousand in chips. One golden edged black chip was slid across the table to him. “I see your fifty thousand and raise you one hundred thousand.”
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Grace Marshall and Identity Crisis on Eortic Notions

Identity Crisis by Grace Marshall

Reclusive romance novelist Tess Delaney is the alter ego of Garrett Thorne, bad-boy brother of business tycoon Ellison Thorne. When Tess is nominated for the Golden Kiss Award, Garrett recruits PR specialist, Kendra Davis, to keep his secret and be Tess for the awards despite their mutual animosity. But when Tess is stalked by a rabid fan, an identity crisis is eclipsed by a battle for survival, and Tess Delaney, the woman who doesn’t exist, just might understand Kendra and Garrett’s hearts even better than they do.

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Excerpt:
Garrett felt like a naughty teenager as they sneaked out the back door, through the gate of the privacy fence and down the alley. He wore a shapeless track suit with the black hoodie pulled up over his head and a scruffy pair of Converse sneakers that weren’t exactly meant for dancing. And Kendra, well she hardly looked ratty, in his opinion. She wore low rider jeans, and where they weren’t hugging her body like a second skin, they were full of threadbare, flesh revealing holes. The black sweat top she wore was cut short enough to show a tantalizing flash of her navel and hips bones when she moved just right. It slid off one shoulder to reveal the thin lacy strap of a red bra. She wore all of her russet locks tucked up under a leather beret. Her fashion statement was topped off with black ankle boots. She looked very, very dangerous. And hot. Of course she didn’t need to dress the part for either, he thought. He was already certain on both counts.
‘You live a little closer to The Boiling Point than Dee does.’ She took his hand and nodded to where the alley T’ed with the street, and then gave way to the park on the other side. ‘She never goes there, of course. Well she did once, but that was just for Harris, then he hated it.’ She giggled. ‘God I wish I could have been there for that.’
‘Am I going to hate it?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘Probably not. You’re much more of a bad boy than Harris is, or is that all an act?’
The long line of shiny chrome Harleys out front of the squat cinder block building gave Garrett the first clue that this was not Dancing with the Stars. Kendra waved them away absently. ‘The Boiling Point’s not really a biker bar, but it’s kind of the warm-up act, I suppose you could say. Lots of bikers start off here before they head on to their usual haunts. Makes for an exciting mix. Later in the night there are almost no bikers. But there are always lots of interesting people.’
Any other time, Garrett would have been up for meeting interesting people, but tonight he couldn’t imagine anyone interesting him more than the woman on his arm. He paid the fee at the door and a surly man the size of small house with fire-engine hair and a scruffy beard stamped their hands with a red ink TBP.
Inside a live band had just begun to play to a full, but not yet crowded house. ‘The place gets raided from time to time,’ Kendra said. ‘I don’t know what all goes on. I just come here because it’s interesting.’
‘A good raid and us carted off to the police station will really give the press something to talk about,’ Garrett observed.
‘Don’t worry,’ she yelled to be heard above the band’s bass-heavy version of Highway to Hell. ‘They just got raided last week. They’ll be good to go for a while now. We can relax and enjoy ourselves.’ She pulled him onto the dance floor. ‘Best dance while there’s room. In a few hours it’ll be a real tit squeeze.’
Kendra Davis was just as stunning dark and dangerous as she was golden and romantic, as she was naked in his kitchen, and she definitely knew how to move on the dance floor. But it made Garrett more than a little nervous that he wasn’t the only one who seemed to be noticing the way the woman could shake her booty. He thought about asking her to try not to draw to much attention to herself, but he wasn’t even sure it was possible for Kendra Davis not to draw attention.
The place smelled of leather and beer, and sweat. Already there was a thick haze of pheromones invisible to the eye, but everyone there breathed them it, gave them off and reveled in the dark anticipation of what the night might bring. The look in Kendra’s eyes was bright and wicked, like she would do anything, try anything, like all the boundaries were suddenly negotiable.
And fuck, as amazing as she was like that, as much as he wanted to lose himself in the place, in the experience, there was no way he could keep from thinking about who might be watching her in that crowd, about who might be waiting for just the perfect opportunity.
As though she were reading his mind, she pulled him to her with a hand curled around his neck and spoke against his ear. ‘Oh would you relax, Garrett. Do you really think this is the kind of hang-out Tess Delaney would frequent?’
Then she slid both arms around his neck and let him pull her into a deep, hungry kiss. When it ended with an aggressive flick of his tongue, she offered a throaty giggle. ‘Marking territory, are we?’ Before he had a chance to respond, she returned the favor, plunging her tongue in deep, and tightening a fist in his hair to pull him closer.
He moved a hand to the small of her back and gave her the full frontal rub-up, enough to be sure she knew she’d gotten his cock’s attention. ‘You see where this is leading if you keep that up?’
She pulled away and gave his crotch some breathing room as the music settled into a heavy metal beat that filled the dance floor with lots of heavily booted bikers and their spandex and leather women. Garrett was surprised to find more than a few men in pressed jeans and designer polo shirts bellied up to the bar in the mix that looked like it was probably mostly low-brow. He wasn’t the only man who looked like he’d just come from a work out at the corner gym and Kendra’s shredded jeans seemed to be the fashion statement of more than a few women among a smattering of Goth and grunge and plain old red-neck jeans and tee-shirts with baseball caps.
With each song the band played, the dance floor became fuller and fuller. The strobe light flashed and the disco ball bathed the floor in sparkles as people rocked and strutted and sweated, and it became more and more difficult to tell who was dancing with whom. Garrett was about to grab Kendra by the hand and reel her back in so they could stay connected when a biker in a ZZ Top tee-shirt that smelled like an ashtray and looked like it might have been painted across his bulging pecs managed to slide in between them, turn his back on Garrett, and focus his full attention on Kendra. And suddenly all Garrett could see was his broad back.
‘Kendra,’ he called, but his voice was drowned out in the roar of Def Leppard. And that might have been okay if the man hadn’t been so fucking big. Kendra was certainly entitled to dance with whomever she liked. But he couldn’t see her. He fucking couldn’t see her! Not even her feet between the man’s shuffling boots. ‘Kendra!’ He called again. Louder this time. That at least got the man’s attention, but when he turned to see what Garrett wanted, and he could see beyond the biker’s bulk, Kendra was not there! The woman the man was dancing with had cropped blonde hair and a leather bustier several sizes too small.
‘Kendra!’ Garrett called out, louder this time, shoving his way past the biker, who pulled the blonde to him protectively. Frantically Garrett scanned the burgeoning crowd on the dance floor, scanned the women with hats. There were cowboy hats, police hats, even a few stocking caps, but there were just too many people, too many lights, too much noise. In his mind he could only think of Razor Sharp’s horrid email and Kendra’s response to it. Why the hell hadn’t he forced the issue? Why the hell hadn’t he made her tell him why she was so upset, made her tell him about the stalker Dee had mentioned. And fuck! Why had he let her talk him into bringing her here?
***** 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. The first and second novels in the trilogy are out now.
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.  (love it!!! :-) )
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Nat Wood and My Bittersweet on Erotic Notions

N. Wood – My Bittersweet

Welcome to Erotic Notions - Nat.  Tell us 6 things about yourself.
1. I’m 26.2. I live with my boyfriend and our two dogs in Cornwall, United Kingdom.3. I became a published poet at the age of nine.4. I have eight tattoos.5. My favourite band is HIM.6. If I could live anywhere in the world it would be either Scotland or Finland.
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."?I’ve always had an interest in creative writing and English was my favourite and best subject in school. In one lesson my teacher had us read a poem and select ten words that stood out to us. We were given half hour to write a short story or poem that contained all of our chosen words. I wrote a poem that took up two sides of an A4 sheet in just fifteen minutes and my teacher was so impressed she read it to the class. I guess it was around that time my interest in writing spiked through the urgings of my teacher, but it wasn’t until I began publishing fanfiction and receiving positive feedback that I realised I was a writer.
What genre(s) do you write in?Currently my main genre is M/M romance and erotica.
Have many books have you written? List names of published books?I’ve written five books. My Bittersweet is my first self-published book and on March 30th my second is being released with Silver Publishing, called Take A Gamble. My other three books will be self-published later in the year.
What is your latest book about?My Bittersweet is about love and loss. It follows the story of Nicholas Walker as he trudges through his meaningless life until he meets Archer Callahan. Nick doesn’t trust too easily, but with Archer’s help he begins to come out from his shell that years of homophobic abuse from his stepfather created. This is a rather angsty and emotional book so reader discretion is advised.
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets)Hmm…I’m going to say motorbike, but I’m not going to elaborate. You’ll have to read and find out for yourself.   (now that sounds intriguing ;-) )
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?No, but there’s a character in one of my upcoming books who has the occupation I’d fancied for myself at one point, so in a way I lived that faded dream through him.
Short question time.Favourite ice cream – Mint choc chip.Dream vacation – Finland.Least favourite food – Fish. Well, any kind of seafood.
If you won the lottery, what would you do? If it was a pretty large amount I’d give half to my parents to see them comfortable. I’d give a portion to my boyfriend. I’d split some between a few charities and the rest would see me comfortable for my life. Knowing my luck I’d only win a tenner though.
Blurb: For Nicholas Walker, life barely seems worth living. With a too small apartment, a dead end job and a homophobic stepfather, what's the point? He is at the end of his tether - until he meets Archer. When a misplaced joke pulls them together, will Archer be able to convince Nicholas that he does have something to live for, or is it really better to have loved and lost than to never love at all?
Excerpt: "You need to eat, and don't worry about the prices, like I said it's on me," he offered with a soft tone, hopeful I would listen. “I’m not hungry.” If anything I felt sick to the stomach and I didn’t want him spending his needed money on me."Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn I'll order for you and we'll sit right here until every mouthful is gone." Picking up the menu I’d tossed aside, he scanned it quickly then gestured the waiter back over.Arriving promptly he stood near my side as Simon read from the list. He ordered the soup of the day as a starter then a grilled fish and salad for the main course."Anything for dessert, Sirs?" the man beside me asked, making me wonder if he only spoke that way to receive good tips.Humming to himself, Simon turned the menu and began scanning the section on the back. Unable to stomach the thought of dessert and knowing I had to choke down soup and fish first, I glanced away. In doing so my gaze became level with the crotch of a smart pair of black slacks. Swallowing, I raised my eyes and followed the long body all the way up.The waiter wore a pristine white button down shirt and a black tie. While waiting for Simon to choose from the list, he tapped the end of his pencil on the pad in his hand ready to write our order. Peering up further, his face was clean shaven and his sapphire blue eyes watched my friend. His hair was short cut, a deep raven black gelled to keep it neat for work. The lump of grief that had been in my throat was eclipsed by the bulge in my jeans and I glanced at his name tag.Archer.
Buy links: US Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/My-Bittersweet-ebook/dp/B00B380152/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1360340244&sr=8-1&keywords=my+bittersweet
UK Amazon - http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Bittersweet-ebook/dp/B00B380152/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_2SHQ
Where to find Nat. Blog - http://nwoodstories.blogspot.com
Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17263189-my-bittersweet