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February 16, 2013
A Kept Woman is Sneak Peeking on Sunday
Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday
From A Kept Woman -
Traffic was a beast. Snow had fallen all day. The roads were slippery and regular people were anxious to get home. Not Derek. He headed to Charlie’s, a topless bar on the corner of ‘don’t know’ and ‘don’t care.’Opening the door, he stepped out of the mid-November chill into his alter ego world. Charlie’s wasn’t a special bar, just a nondescript drinking joint - dark, hazy and full of people wanting to get drunk. But he loved it. Here he was Derek, not Mr. Davenport. He sat on the stool next to his three drinking buddies. “Yo, low life and scum-beings.” They waved their beers. “Barkeep, whatever they’re drinking I’ll have two of. I’m behind here and gotta get caught up.” He grabbed a handful of peanuts.“Thought you had a date tonight,” said Steve, married with three kids. He spent many nights hiding out in the bar spending his pay check on beer and false conversations.“Women are such pains.” Derek tossed some money on the bar and took a gulp of beer.“Bulletin,” recently divorced Linc, shouted to the few patrons in the bar. “Derek’s broken up with his woman of the month.” A buxom waitress wiggled her way past and pressed her ample, naked breasts up against Derek’s back. His groin sent him an, Easy fuck alert.
Now onto the other SPS
From A Kept Woman -
Traffic was a beast. Snow had fallen all day. The roads were slippery and regular people were anxious to get home. Not Derek. He headed to Charlie’s, a topless bar on the corner of ‘don’t know’ and ‘don’t care.’Opening the door, he stepped out of the mid-November chill into his alter ego world. Charlie’s wasn’t a special bar, just a nondescript drinking joint - dark, hazy and full of people wanting to get drunk. But he loved it. Here he was Derek, not Mr. Davenport. He sat on the stool next to his three drinking buddies. “Yo, low life and scum-beings.” They waved their beers. “Barkeep, whatever they’re drinking I’ll have two of. I’m behind here and gotta get caught up.” He grabbed a handful of peanuts.“Thought you had a date tonight,” said Steve, married with three kids. He spent many nights hiding out in the bar spending his pay check on beer and false conversations.“Women are such pains.” Derek tossed some money on the bar and took a gulp of beer.“Bulletin,” recently divorced Linc, shouted to the few patrons in the bar. “Derek’s broken up with his woman of the month.” A buxom waitress wiggled her way past and pressed her ample, naked breasts up against Derek’s back. His groin sent him an, Easy fuck alert.
Now onto the other SPS
February 11, 2013
Jennifer Lowery's The Treasure and a giveaway!
Hi Erotic Notions and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! My debut book, The Treasure, released this month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!!
In honor of my release I am giving away a $5.00 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL to be entered to win!!
Every writer gets asked where their inspiration comes from for their stories, I think. Sometimes we have a clear answer, others, not so much. The Treasure actually came to me in the form of the aunt instead of the hero or heroine. I just knew I had to write Aunt Pandora’s story. She was such a strong presence and her story needed to be told. Telling her story from the grave was another story all together, lol.
Aunt Pandora left her three nieces each a gift after her passing. Each gift is a simple thing from her life that makes no sense to the sisters. But, in a letter she hand writes on her deathbed she leaves a cryptic message for each niece. This series will be three books. One for each sister and their journey to discover the message hidden in the gift given by what they thought was a crazy old lady. But what they discover is the one thing Aunt Pandora never found for herself. The one thing she wanted each of the sisters to discover through her gifts, as she was unable to until it was too late.
Amelia’s story is the first in the series. She’s the youngest of the three sisters. The one who wanted to follow in Aunt Pandora’s footsteps the most and live the wild, free-spirited lifestyle her aunt had. So, when she receives a hand-drawn map from her aunt leading to a buried treasure she takes that leap of faith and leaves her ordinary life behind for her chance at adventure. Except her Indiana Jones turns out to be a brooding, gruff bush pilot and the jungle is not an exotic wonderland.
I hope you enjoy Amelia and Brody’s story! I had so much fun writing them! Sparks flew from page one and boy does Brody have his hands full with this Sawyer sister, lol. I’m currently working on Book #2, The Prize, which will be the middle sister, Brittany. Look for her to chase down her gift in Africa with a Doctors Without Borders hero who has no time for a woman with commitment issues. Book#3, The Secret, will be after that, featuring the oldest sister, Caroline and a detective staying at her Bed & Breakfast, on the down low. Until he saves a life and ends up on the front page of the local paper!
Thank you for having me today, Daryl!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support! All my best,
Jennifer
Well, I guess I'll just have to book Jennifer now to be ready for the release of book 2! All in favour say - Aye!
February 9, 2013
Capri's Fate is Sneak Peeking
If you are here for the Heart Break Blog Hop - please scroll down.
Welcome - here's another Sneak Peek at Capri's Fate.
Capri's angry. Thall needs to apologize. Big time.
Thall stared at the light brown, metal barrier that stood between him and Capri. Would she open the door and let him in? Give him a chance to explain? Eternity would be a very long time, if he had to spend it without the one he loved.He raised his fist and hovered his knuckles near the door. Knock again? Wait patiently? He chuckled. Ah, now I understand why humans say, "Let the Fates decide." Some decisions are just too—The door swung open. Thall's heart jumped as his gaze met Capri's. "Hi. I wasn't sure you'd open the door. Xyno, my sister, said human women like flowers." He held out the rose. "So I brought you some."Capri glanced at the single rose then lifted her gaze back up his and opened her mouth to speak. Thall held up his hand to stop her, placed the rose stem between his lips and turned to his right. He bent down and picked up two large bouquets. One vase was filled with tulips in a spectrum of pinks and red. The other was a dazzling display of lemon yellow and flaming orange chrysanthemums. He gripped the rose with his teeth. "Can I put these inside?"She stepped back and allowed Thall to enter. He placed the vases on the floor just inside the condo, turned and stopped Capri from closing the door. Stepping outside he turned with another two equally spectacular flower arrangements, but this time the flowers ranged from peacock blue to deep purple. By the sixth, and final time, he delivered bouquets, Capri's apartment had the aroma of a spring meadow and was an enticing explosion of color.He stood before Capri, placed his hand behind her head and as he gazed into her eyes, he pressed her face closer to his. The tension made his gut clench. She wasn't going to concede and let him have his way.
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February 7, 2013
Erotic Notions is on the Heartbreaker BlogHop #HeartHop
Welcome to Erotic Notions. Heartbreaks are a tough part of life. We've all had one.It could have been as long ago as 7th grade when that you saw that cute 8th grade boy holding hands with someone who wasn't you. Or maybe you had heart-crushing moment, when you discovered your boyfriend and best girl friend together. Whatever way your heart was broken - they are all still painful and a good box of chocolates can heal almost anything.
In my latest WIP and erotic contemporary fantasy -Capri's heart is broken when she realizes the man she is willing to give her heart and body to is not the man she thought he was.
Capri shivered as a cold numbness washed over her. She stared at Thall. It was Thall. Not Taren, her pilot, but Thall, her Fate. "It's you? How?" She blinked and refocused, hoping Taren would appear before her.
Thall's eyes changed colors three times as he lifted his hand out of the water, reaching out to touch her. Capri slapped it away and turned.
"It's still me." His voice edged with a hint of fear and confusion.
"I trusted you. Not you. Him." She glanced over her shoulder, eyes flashing with anger. "I was willing to give myself to you. To have a relationship. Something real. With someone real." She bit back a sob and snapped her head forward. Although a crack ripped through her heart, she refused to let him see her pain.
The clear, blue water rippled past her as Thall moved to stand in front. He placed his hands on her shoulders and waited until her gaze lifted to meet his. Even as his eyes changed color from green to brown to burnt orange, Capri could see the bewilderment lingering there. He rubbed his hands along the crest of her shoulders. "I have wanted to be near you for a long time."
She blinked. "What do you mean, a long time?"
"You've been in my domain since the day you were conceived."
Capri pulled out of his grasp, stepped back, slipped on a slimy rock and splashed into the water. Rising up sputtering, she wiped the water from her face. "You've been watching me? All my life? That's stalker creepy." She crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts.
Thall ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm a Fate. I'm the son of Lachesis, the Fate who allots the length of life."
"I know who you are." Fury and scorn crossed her face.
"Then you know what I am. It's what I was born to do." His gaze lowered to the water. "You've been a dream. I've longed to be near you. Hear your voice speak my name. To feel your flesh touch my skin." His voice cracked. "To kiss your lips."
He glanced up, but did not meet her gaze. "It burns me when you touch me. Don't condemn me because I'm not human. I would give up my immortality to be with you."
Capri gasped and raised her hand to her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat.
"My intentions were never evil." He matched his gaze with hers. His eyes flickered from purple to red. "They were made out of—"
"No." She slapped her hand against the water, splashing him. He coughed and stumbled back. "You're not real."
Capri beat her fists on the surface of the lagoon. "This is real." She pinched her arm. "I'm real." Cupping her breasts, she jiggled them. "These are real."
"You—" She thrust her arm out and pointed her index finger point-blank at his face. "You are not real." She pushed past him and dove under the waterfall. And I can't love you.
I don't have a giveaway for this hop, as the book is in edits and not published yet. But leave a comment, so you can be in the draw for the grand prize and the swag prizes.
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
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February 5, 2013
From the Naughty Sleepover Series - Sugar Girl
Nicole Austin – Sugar Girl
Everyone say a big HELLO to Nicole Austin as she brings her standalone book from the Naughty Sleepover series – Sugar Girl.
Tell us 6 things about Nicole Austin.1. I am quiet until I get to know someone, then all bets are off and my snarky sense of humor comes out.2. With the exception of two years, I have lived in the same house in Florida since I was 7 but I long to move someplace completely different. Colorado and Washington are in the running and I plan to drag Allie Standifer along with me.3. Muscle cars, speed boats, helicopters and fighter jets get me amped up. I love the rush of going fast but not motorcycles or crazy adrenaline junkie activities like skydiving.4. For two years I wore combat boots and camouflage in the Army. It helped me mature but was not my cup of tea.5. I never leave the house without a book. Thankfully e-books have made that much easier and my entire library goes with me everywhere.6. Creating graphics helps me unwind and over the past few years I have begun designing websites, promotional materials and even book covers. The cover art for all 7 books in the Naughty Sleepover series are my work.
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer?"No, not at all. For me it was simply a matter of timing. The stories were always there, all it took was my kids getting older and finding myself with free time to sit down and write. Although when I signed the first contract…wow. That was a heady moment.
What genre(s) do you write in?Erotic romance and all its sub-genre with the exception of historical. I have to admit, cowboys and paranormal are my favorites to write.
Have many books have you written? List names of published books? I have 30 books published books and two pending releases, along with 5 free stories and a free cookbook.Alien Rights, Something Wicked This Way Comes Volume III, pending releaseCandymanCorralled series 1, Savannah’s VisionCorralled series 2, Tamara’s SpiritCorralled series 3, Jesse’s ChallengeCorralled series 4, Brock’s HellionDouble Down 1, My Greatest FantasyDouble Down 2, Make Mine A DoubleFatal SubmissionFlyboyHard Lovin’Have a Little Faith in MeHearts of Fire 4, Kenna’s CowboyHearts of Fire Anthology, Entwined HeartsIntoxicating Desires 1, Mimosa NightIntoxicating Desires 2, Margarita DayMelting Ice, pending releaseNaughty VibrationsPassionate RealitiesPredators trilogy 1, Cat’s MeowPredators trilogy 2, Eye of the TigerPredators trilogy 3, Foxy LadyQuick Escapes 1, EnoughQuick Escapes 2, RestlessRakahnja’s HavenSpontaneous Combustion, Dreams of the Oasis Volume ISugar GirlSummer of the CougarTakenTempestuousThe Boy Next DoorTrip My Switch
What is your latest book about?Sugar Girl is a standalone book in the Naughty Sleepover series and was written in tribute to my beta reader, Candy Kamachi. Candy and Jeremiah were childhood friends—the geeky smart girl and the rugged sports hero/singer. Their differences kept them apart until finally, the twist and turns in their individual paths led them back together. Bungee jumping, making out on a Ferris wheel, an emotional spin beneath bright spotlights, Candy’s having the time of her life. Add in a bit of paranormal matchmaking and you’ve got an erotic good time.
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets) Candy doubts Jeremiah about the hotel being haunted but when she is racing around the hotel room, intending to escape, and a bit of paranormal interference foils her plans.
Plotter or a pantster? Why does this work best for you? Panster all the way. I start out knowing who my characters are and how I want them to meet. The rest of the story I spend following where they lead me. With my first stories I tried to argue with my characters and get them to do what I wanted. They laughed at me and did their own thing.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life? Real life is where I find inspiration so yes; my characters and their antics are based on people I encounter and their crazy antics. Of course, each of my characters has a bit of my personality mixed in for fun.
Personally I have trouble coming up with book titles, is this easy for you? How do you do it? Sometimes the title is the first thing I know about a story and helps shape where it goes. More often, I reach the end and still have no title. I solve this by either finding the title when I read through the story or get input from friends.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? GelatoBaseball or hockey? NeitherHot red finger nail polish or bare nails? Hot redSpaghetti or steak? SteakLaying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? Laying on the beachWhite roses or red roses? White
Sugar Girl, Naughty Sleepover series
A guy walks into a bar…And finds the sweet girl he shouldn’t have left behind.
While book smart Candy Dillon went to college and embarked on an engineering career, Jeremiah Lange became a rodeo champion and country music icon. Their differences have kept these childhood friends apart until finally, the twists and turns in their individual paths lead them right back where they belong.
All work and no play has Candy aching for a thrill. Jeremiah is the perfect man to help check a few things off her bucket list. From bungee jumping to making out on a Ferris wheel and an emotional spin beneath bright spotlights, Candy’s having the time of her life.
But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?
An Excerpt From: SUGAR GIRLCopyright © NICOLE AUSTIN, 2012All Rights Reserved, Decadent Publishing
Reaching out, he grasped the chair and swiveled it until she faced him. Candy tilted her head back, way back, her hungry gaze drinking him in. Unruly black hair had been tamed to silky waves above big blue eyes she’d gladly drown in. His face was rough-hewn with sharp angles, and a rugged beard shadow softened the intensity of his square jaw. He’d grown into that coltish boy’s body and then some. Broad chest, powerful arms roped with corded muscles, lean hips….Calloused fingers grazed her cheek, drawing her focus back to his smiling eyes.“Of all the gin joints….” he prompted, beginning a familiar greeting they’d shared a million times over while growing up.She grinned up at him. “In all the towns, in all the world….”“She walks into mine.” He finished the famous movie line, cupping her cheek, his thumb repeatedly gliding along her bottom lip. “I can’t believe it’s you. What are you doing here?”“At the hotel? Guest speaker at a conference. In San Antonio? I moved back to be closer to my mom. Dad—”Her voice choked up, unable to say the words. It had only been three months since her father’s fatal heart attack. The wounds were still raw.Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her in to that incredible body, one hand holding her head cushioned against a delicious chest she wanted to lick, the other rubbing soothing circles over her back. He smelled good—sandalwood and leather.“I heard about your dad.” His voice rumbled through his chest and into her, Candy eagerly soaked in the delicious vibration. “I’m so sorry.”In his arms, she felt safe and loved, never wanting to leave. All too soon, he broke the embrace and stepped back. “Come on, grab your drink. Let’s find a table and catch up.”With a nod, she turned back to the bar, got another glass and a bottle of the chocolate wine nestled in an ice bucket from the crestfallen Luke. She gathered her belongings and followed Jeremiah to a small table at the back of the bar.Once they’d settled into seats, she turned his question back on him. “So what are you doing here?”“Had a bad injury last year and can’t compete on the circuit anymore. Got tired of constantly being on the road with the band.” He shrugged. “So here I am, spinning my wheels while I wait to close on a ranch in the Hill Country.”She’d known about the injury. It had been all over the news. That damn ornery bull’s horn had come disturbingly close to gelding Jeremiah. But the band? She hadn’t heard about him leaving Branded.“A ranch? Wow! I thought you never wanted to be tied to one place?”“I grew up. Had to happen sooner or later.” Shifting his chair closer, he reached out and placed his hand over hers on the table that suddenly seemed a lot smaller. He made a blatant point of checking her out, head to toe, a lascivious smile curving his lips. “You’ve certainly grown up.”
Buy link http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=642&osCsid=gmvhg0d4hc9pgh355vf1eul5d5
Website http://nicoleaustin.net
February 4, 2013
Librarian by Day - Author by NIght
Miranda Stowe - Mates Since Birth
Who knew one little mark could bond them together for eternity? When a stranger shows up in her front yard claiming he’s her mate, Ari Fallow wants to laugh in Dane Griffin’s face. But the sleek, sophisticated jaguar makes her hormones hum with a desire she can’t deny. She almost wants to believe his claim that she’s been his since birth. Her father, however, is still sore over the fact Dane marked her when she was only minutes old. After summoning a pack of wolves to their quiet community for Ari to make her own decision about which male she wants, Dane's original plan to sever his ties to Ari fly out the window. He can’t lose her again. This time, he's playing for keeps.
Excerpt: Dane took Ari to the changing table and laid her down so he could spread the blanket open and get a good look. She was so small. A month premature, according to all the adults. But she was still perfectly formed, perfect in every way, except for the blood and slime covering her from head to toe. Wanting it off, he morphed into his jaguar and swiped out his tongue, letting his animal instincts take over as he cleaned her, licking her spotless. Ari allowed the ministration for a while but grew fussy toward the end; he could feel her hunger pangs in his own belly as hers cramped, needing nourishment. “Don’t worry,” he assured after flashing back into his human form so he could smooth his hand over her thick, dark hair and rewrap her. “Once your mommy’s better, she’ll give you a great big drink. Doesn’t that sound good?” But no noise rolled down the hall, not even Jaycee’s screams. He picked Ari up and paced the floor with her, jiggling her to keep her happy. But she could feel his tension and fear, and grew upset. He wasn’t sure how long he could honestly comfort her. What if Jaycee didn’t get better? What if she died? Ari began to cry in earnest. He panicked. If his nanny died, who would take care of her baby? His Ari. He needed to look after her safety himself. He needed to ensure she stayed healthy. Alive. Instinctively, he knew what to do. Laying Ari back on the changing table, he rolled her tiny body onto its side, facing her away from him, and lowered her blanket just enough to expose her nape. After placing a brief kiss to the tender spot, he sank his teeth into her flesh, his jaguar canines growing just enough to impale. Initially, she jerked and whined, but as he poured strength and life into her, she settled and relaxed, then cooed. When he retracted the fangs and licked the bite closed, she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes as if ready for a peaceful nap. Dane gathered her back into his arms, not fully comprehending what he’d done, simply knowing he’d fixed her for the time being. Vaguely, he understood he’d bonded her life force to his. But that was okay with him; he already knew she was his. Physically biting her merely seemed like a symbolic act at this point. He didn’t regret it at all; it would ensure she wouldn’t immediately starve to death. Ari slumbered against him, her cheek resting alongside his heartbeat as the two organs thumped in sync with each other. He watched her as he sat quiet in the nursery’s rocking chair, soaking in every feature of her delicate, newborn face. He felt calmer now that he’d taken measures to protect her. With his own energy now swirling inside her, she had a better chance of survival. He’d just kissed her temple when Knox appeared in the doorway. “Where’s the baby?” he asked in a quiet, hushed voice. “Jaycee wants to see her.” “Jaycee’s awake?” Dane asked, springing to his feet and waking Ari in the process. “Is she okay?” Ari’s father nodded. “She’s weak, but I think she’ll be fine. Give me the baby.” Dane resisted the urge to grip Ari tighter. A full-blood wolf shifter, Knox Roland was one scary male. Like Darth Vader, he could probably cut off Dane’s air supply by just looking at him. Three-fourths human, Dane’s blood was so diluted, he knew he would never stand a chance against a full shape-shifter like Knox. Plus, Knox was Ari’s father. He couldn’t begrudge Ari her father, so he regretfully held the infant out, trying not to feel bereft when Knox scooped her up and paused a moment to stare in awe at her face. “She’s so perfect,” he whispered, sounding stunned. Of course she was perfect, Dane wanted to give the indignant mutter. How could his Ari be anything other than perfect? He bristled when Knox leaned down to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be the only male to touch her, but even her own father’s attention chafed him raw, an abrasive irritation. Knox barely grazed her delicate skin, however, before he paused and yanked back with a growl. His nose twitching, he slowly pinned an accusing stare on Dane. “My God,” he whispered, sounding horrified. “What have you done, cub?” Dane blinked, startled the wolf shifter had been able to smell the bond…but even more startled Knox did not look pleased by it. “I-I-I protected her,” he said, feeling suddenly unsure of his actions. Shouldn’t Knox be happy he’d taken measures to keep Ari safe? He knew a blood relative couldn’t bond with her; why wasn’t Knox pleased Dane had stepped in to help? “You didn’t protect her,” Knox boomed, looking angry enough to slaughter Dane. “You just bonded with her. Do you even know what that means? You made her your mate.” Dane blinked. He had? Oh, well. His mother and father were mates. Knox and Jaycee were mates. Since he already knew Ari would always be his, he didn’t mind if she was his mate. And just because his mom and dad liked to kiss a lot and Knox and Jaycee were constantly hugging each other, didn’t mean he and Ari had to do anything gross like that. They would be the awesome kind of mates. He shrugged, nonplussed by Knox’s explanation. “Okay.” Knox fumed, his face growing red. “No,” he shouted, making Ari whimper. “It’s not okay. She’s much too young. You’re much too young. This is unnatural. It goes against everything a mate should be. You just doomed her…and yourself.” “But how?” Dane asked. He hadn’t doomed her; he’d protected her, helped her. Hadn’t he? “When you hit puberty and she’s still just a little girl, trust me, kid, you’ll know exactly how. Because I’ll be damned before I let you claim her before she’s of age.” With that, he tucked Ari close and marched out of the room, fury vibrating out his every pore.
About the Author: Authors Bio: Miranda lives with her wonderful, Brad-Pitt-lookalike husband (hey, they're both blond-haired and blue-eyed) and adorable still-needs-to-learn-the-meaning-of-NO toddler daughter on their spacious corn-field-and-cow-pasture-front property in Kansas.
Librarian by day and author by night, she is also published in YA and contemporary mainstream romance under a different pen name. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads
Excerpt: Dane took Ari to the changing table and laid her down so he could spread the blanket open and get a good look. She was so small. A month premature, according to all the adults. But she was still perfectly formed, perfect in every way, except for the blood and slime covering her from head to toe. Wanting it off, he morphed into his jaguar and swiped out his tongue, letting his animal instincts take over as he cleaned her, licking her spotless. Ari allowed the ministration for a while but grew fussy toward the end; he could feel her hunger pangs in his own belly as hers cramped, needing nourishment. “Don’t worry,” he assured after flashing back into his human form so he could smooth his hand over her thick, dark hair and rewrap her. “Once your mommy’s better, she’ll give you a great big drink. Doesn’t that sound good?” But no noise rolled down the hall, not even Jaycee’s screams. He picked Ari up and paced the floor with her, jiggling her to keep her happy. But she could feel his tension and fear, and grew upset. He wasn’t sure how long he could honestly comfort her. What if Jaycee didn’t get better? What if she died? Ari began to cry in earnest. He panicked. If his nanny died, who would take care of her baby? His Ari. He needed to look after her safety himself. He needed to ensure she stayed healthy. Alive. Instinctively, he knew what to do. Laying Ari back on the changing table, he rolled her tiny body onto its side, facing her away from him, and lowered her blanket just enough to expose her nape. After placing a brief kiss to the tender spot, he sank his teeth into her flesh, his jaguar canines growing just enough to impale. Initially, she jerked and whined, but as he poured strength and life into her, she settled and relaxed, then cooed. When he retracted the fangs and licked the bite closed, she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes as if ready for a peaceful nap. Dane gathered her back into his arms, not fully comprehending what he’d done, simply knowing he’d fixed her for the time being. Vaguely, he understood he’d bonded her life force to his. But that was okay with him; he already knew she was his. Physically biting her merely seemed like a symbolic act at this point. He didn’t regret it at all; it would ensure she wouldn’t immediately starve to death. Ari slumbered against him, her cheek resting alongside his heartbeat as the two organs thumped in sync with each other. He watched her as he sat quiet in the nursery’s rocking chair, soaking in every feature of her delicate, newborn face. He felt calmer now that he’d taken measures to protect her. With his own energy now swirling inside her, she had a better chance of survival. He’d just kissed her temple when Knox appeared in the doorway. “Where’s the baby?” he asked in a quiet, hushed voice. “Jaycee wants to see her.” “Jaycee’s awake?” Dane asked, springing to his feet and waking Ari in the process. “Is she okay?” Ari’s father nodded. “She’s weak, but I think she’ll be fine. Give me the baby.” Dane resisted the urge to grip Ari tighter. A full-blood wolf shifter, Knox Roland was one scary male. Like Darth Vader, he could probably cut off Dane’s air supply by just looking at him. Three-fourths human, Dane’s blood was so diluted, he knew he would never stand a chance against a full shape-shifter like Knox. Plus, Knox was Ari’s father. He couldn’t begrudge Ari her father, so he regretfully held the infant out, trying not to feel bereft when Knox scooped her up and paused a moment to stare in awe at her face. “She’s so perfect,” he whispered, sounding stunned. Of course she was perfect, Dane wanted to give the indignant mutter. How could his Ari be anything other than perfect? He bristled when Knox leaned down to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be the only male to touch her, but even her own father’s attention chafed him raw, an abrasive irritation. Knox barely grazed her delicate skin, however, before he paused and yanked back with a growl. His nose twitching, he slowly pinned an accusing stare on Dane. “My God,” he whispered, sounding horrified. “What have you done, cub?” Dane blinked, startled the wolf shifter had been able to smell the bond…but even more startled Knox did not look pleased by it. “I-I-I protected her,” he said, feeling suddenly unsure of his actions. Shouldn’t Knox be happy he’d taken measures to keep Ari safe? He knew a blood relative couldn’t bond with her; why wasn’t Knox pleased Dane had stepped in to help? “You didn’t protect her,” Knox boomed, looking angry enough to slaughter Dane. “You just bonded with her. Do you even know what that means? You made her your mate.” Dane blinked. He had? Oh, well. His mother and father were mates. Knox and Jaycee were mates. Since he already knew Ari would always be his, he didn’t mind if she was his mate. And just because his mom and dad liked to kiss a lot and Knox and Jaycee were constantly hugging each other, didn’t mean he and Ari had to do anything gross like that. They would be the awesome kind of mates. He shrugged, nonplussed by Knox’s explanation. “Okay.” Knox fumed, his face growing red. “No,” he shouted, making Ari whimper. “It’s not okay. She’s much too young. You’re much too young. This is unnatural. It goes against everything a mate should be. You just doomed her…and yourself.” “But how?” Dane asked. He hadn’t doomed her; he’d protected her, helped her. Hadn’t he? “When you hit puberty and she’s still just a little girl, trust me, kid, you’ll know exactly how. Because I’ll be damned before I let you claim her before she’s of age.” With that, he tucked Ari close and marched out of the room, fury vibrating out his every pore.
About the Author: Authors Bio: Miranda lives with her wonderful, Brad-Pitt-lookalike husband (hey, they're both blond-haired and blue-eyed) and adorable still-needs-to-learn-the-meaning-of-NO toddler daughter on their spacious corn-field-and-cow-pasture-front property in Kansas.
Librarian by day and author by night, she is also published in YA and contemporary mainstream romance under a different pen name. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads
February 2, 2013
Erotic Notions is on Sneak Peek Sunday
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Here is another unedited 6 paragraphs from my latest eerotic contemporary fantasy WIP - Capri's Fate.
Bouncing off the taxi door panel as we veered round a corner, I glanced out the window. The big shamrock in O'Malley's neon sign flashed invitingly. The cab slammed to a stop. I caught my purse from flying off my lap. After tossing a few bills over the front seat, I scooted out of the taxi before he shot back into traffic. 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 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." 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. And 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?"
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Here is another unedited 6 paragraphs from my latest eerotic contemporary fantasy WIP - Capri's Fate.
Bouncing off the taxi door panel as we veered round a corner, I glanced out the window. The big shamrock in O'Malley's neon sign flashed invitingly. The cab slammed to a stop. I caught my purse from flying off my lap. After tossing a few bills over the front seat, I scooted out of the taxi before he shot back into traffic. 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 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." 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. And 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?"
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January 31, 2013
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Here's a snippet from my WIP - currently in edits - Capri's Fate.This snippet was born from an event that actually happened to a critique group friend named Sydney. I loved her adventure with a bug and told her I was putting into my latest So here it is. Capri and Thall are sitting on a beach in Michigan in July. It's late at night.
"Corporate Capri is, how shall I say this, a bit focused on work. There were days when you'd forget to eat. You didn't go to yoga or you wouldn't call your mother." "Corporate Capri?" "You in a business suit." Thall shooed at a flying bug. It landed on Capri's thigh. He brushed it away. His hand lingered on her bare skin. "I had to work hard to get to the position I'm in." He squeezed her shoulder. "Not judging, just stating facts. Lachesis knew if I was going to break through your defensive wall, we would have to be in an unfamiliar, non-work related environment." "And it worked." Capri leaned closer and pressed her lips on his cheek. "Yea, it did." Thall placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose and moved closer to her parted red lips. With the slightest of pressure, he grazed his mouth across her top lip and then gave the same tender attention to her bottom lip. Capri placed her hand on his head and shifted so her mouth was firmly planted on Thall's. He caressed her mouth with his, drawing out the length of the kiss, not wanting it to end. Buzz. Buzz. Both ignored the sound and pulled closer to deepen the passion of the moment. Buzz. Buzz. Capri shifted back, but Thall held her and refused to break off their kiss. Buzz. Buzz. "Oh, answer the damn thing." He leaned back on the log and crossed his arms. "It had better be an emergency." Capri lifted her smartphone out of her back pocket The glow from the screen illuminated her face and chest. "It's from Kat. She wants to know what I'm doing?" "Tell her she interrupted a great kiss." She keyed in Thall's response and hit send. A moment later, she giggled. "Kat says she's sorry and we should continue." Thall glanced sideways at her. "Is she going to ask for hourly updates?" He slapped his hand at a moth. "I'll check." Capri focused on her text. The moth flitted around her head. She waved her hand over her hair then pressed send. Buzz. Buzz. "Kat promises that—Ahhhhh!" With the speed of a ninja, Capri threw the cellphone into the air and reached into her tank top to pull out the invading moth, which fluttered deeper into her shirt. "Get it off! Get it off!" Thall grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. The moth flew away. "Did you see the size of that thing?" Capri placed her hand on her chest. Thall's gaze moved from her eyes to her bra covered breasts. "Maybe we should remove the bra. You know, just to be sure there are no monsters inside." "Uh, no. We have to find my cell." "Oh hell no." He reached for her shoulder strap. "My cell is my lifeline to the world. Cut it and I go into withdrawal. If you don't want to meet corporate bitch, Capri, I suggest we find it." She glanced around the sand, but couldn't distinguish anything in the fading light. "You're kidding?" She raised one eyebrow.
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Here's a snippet from my WIP - currently in edits - Capri's Fate.This snippet was born from an event that actually happened to a critique group friend named Sydney. I loved her adventure with a bug and told her I was putting into my latest So here it is. Capri and Thall are sitting on a beach in Michigan in July. It's late at night.
"Corporate Capri is, how shall I say this, a bit focused on work. There were days when you'd forget to eat. You didn't go to yoga or you wouldn't call your mother." "Corporate Capri?" "You in a business suit." Thall shooed at a flying bug. It landed on Capri's thigh. He brushed it away. His hand lingered on her bare skin. "I had to work hard to get to the position I'm in." He squeezed her shoulder. "Not judging, just stating facts. Lachesis knew if I was going to break through your defensive wall, we would have to be in an unfamiliar, non-work related environment." "And it worked." Capri leaned closer and pressed her lips on his cheek. "Yea, it did." Thall placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose and moved closer to her parted red lips. With the slightest of pressure, he grazed his mouth across her top lip and then gave the same tender attention to her bottom lip. Capri placed her hand on his head and shifted so her mouth was firmly planted on Thall's. He caressed her mouth with his, drawing out the length of the kiss, not wanting it to end. Buzz. Buzz. Both ignored the sound and pulled closer to deepen the passion of the moment. Buzz. Buzz. Capri shifted back, but Thall held her and refused to break off their kiss. Buzz. Buzz. "Oh, answer the damn thing." He leaned back on the log and crossed his arms. "It had better be an emergency." Capri lifted her smartphone out of her back pocket The glow from the screen illuminated her face and chest. "It's from Kat. She wants to know what I'm doing?" "Tell her she interrupted a great kiss." She keyed in Thall's response and hit send. A moment later, she giggled. "Kat says she's sorry and we should continue." Thall glanced sideways at her. "Is she going to ask for hourly updates?" He slapped his hand at a moth. "I'll check." Capri focused on her text. The moth flitted around her head. She waved her hand over her hair then pressed send. Buzz. Buzz. "Kat promises that—Ahhhhh!" With the speed of a ninja, Capri threw the cellphone into the air and reached into her tank top to pull out the invading moth, which fluttered deeper into her shirt. "Get it off! Get it off!" Thall grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. The moth flew away. "Did you see the size of that thing?" Capri placed her hand on her chest. Thall's gaze moved from her eyes to her bra covered breasts. "Maybe we should remove the bra. You know, just to be sure there are no monsters inside." "Uh, no. We have to find my cell." "Oh hell no." He reached for her shoulder strap. "My cell is my lifeline to the world. Cut it and I go into withdrawal. If you don't want to meet corporate bitch, Capri, I suggest we find it." She glanced around the sand, but couldn't distinguish anything in the fading light. "You're kidding?" She raised one eyebrow.
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January 28, 2013
Zillah Anderson and The Inheritance
The InheritanceZillah Anderson
Kaylee has one night to re-connect with her ailing father, but they don’t have much to talk about. Inspired, she decides to read him a story that eerily mirrors their relationship. She wants to bury the hatchet so badly, but all she can remember are the pranks Zachary pulled and in an attempt to make parenthood interesting. But long ago Kaylee learned his Achilles heel, the one silly object that could undo him and change the balance in their relationship. Should she use it? Will she? Find out what happens when love and forgiveness become twisted by anger, retaliation, and disconnect. Buy Links: No Boundaries Press / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Smashwords / NovelNook
About the Author: Never one to run from uncomfortable and unusual subject matter, Zillah Anderson is an author of the speculative, the dark, and the sexy – and sometimes all three at once. She is the author of The Inheritance and the young adult title Knocking Down Heaven’s Door with No Boundaries Press, the erotic short Power Chord with Rebel Ink Press, and has also had her work included in the Wicked East Press Anthology Halloween Frights vol. III. She resides in the Midwest, loves all things crafty and nerdy, and writes while she bides her time for her true purpose: total world domination. Blog / Facebook / Twitter
Excerpt: “‘Forgive?” he finally wheezed and Katherine was surprised he actually acknowledged that there was a wall between them. She forced her lips into something that was a cross between a tender smile and a wince.’” “‘Come on, Dad. It’s not like you did anything bad. We just never really clicked. There are far worse relationships.’” “‘The clearing of a phlegm-coated throat tugged the young woman from her thoughts. “Forgive?” Zane asked again.’” “‘Kathy sighed and forced herself to squeeze the fingers that were too much like flesh-covered cushions. “You weren’t home. You had a lot going on at work. And you played jokes that I took the wrong way. Everything is in hindsight and we both know I was sensitive as a kid. I understand. Can’t we just forget about that?” Katherine’s voice was soft and rich, but it shook far more than she wanted it to. It had always been so easy for her to talk about him behind his back, to complain about how much he embarrassed her. But now everywhere she looked there were tubes running out of the arms that she’d wrestled with as a kid. The whir and buzz of the machines made Kathy’s jaw ache from clenching. The expression on Zane’s sagging face with too much forehead showed that he didn’t like her interpretation, but he relaxed deep into the mattress at her willingness to move on.’” “‘But too soon a look out the window at the setting sun reminded her it was time to go. Kathy rose, kissed her father’s cheek, and said her soft goodbyes that had the pretense of being difficult. Maybe in some ways they were; after years of growing up in a blurred reality it was hard for her to tell anymore.’” “‘When Kathy left, there was something on the visitor’s couch in Zane’s room to take her place, something that Kathy’s mother had kept in storage for years. It was almost the size of a toddler and was dressed in one of Kathy’s old dresses. Its tiny feet even had her old patent leather baby shoes. The plastic eyes were unfeeling, dark blotches in smooth plastic skin that stared directly across the room towards Zane. The setting sun cast eerie shadows over the synthetic, butchered hair that framed the artificial face.’” “‘Zane tried to sleep, but even with his eyes closed he knew the toy was there looking at him. Somehow the little thing saw everything he had ever done and wanted to do, everything he regretted, every little thing at all. And it didn’t care about any of it. With his eyes still tightly shut, Zane’s good hand fumbled for the button to call the nurse. The box had slipped down under the covers and out of reach. If he opened his eyes to look for it he’d have to see the dear little girl gone wrong and all her features: the straight legs, un-skinned knees, and tidy little bows on scuffed shoes. But there would be no emotion and no hint of a smile. That was not how a child should behave. If anything, it was the demeanor of a killer.’” “‘Stop, stop, stop! Zane screamed in his mind, his weakened heart bursting against his chest. His twisted mouth struggled to work as he focused on the sound of his breathing and opened his eyes.’” “‘The bright lights had been shut off so he could sleep, though the curtains had been left open. Outside, the city lights twinkled in a cold rhythm. Zane’s gaze focused on the couch — the empty couch. His breathing went sharp and shallow, a raspy noise against the low hum of the room’s medical equipment. Cleanser mixed with the scents of decaying flesh and old woman’s face powder. There was a brief flash of memory from when he had caught his daughter patting the face of one of her favorite dolls with a puff borrowed from her grandmother. The thing’s hair had reeked for weeks afterwards and little particles of scented dust had shown up on furniture at the most inopportune times.’” “‘Zane’s neck ached from not enough movement and he winced when he tried to turn his head. All he had to do was look down. The tainted perfume grew stronger and crawled right up his nostrils to the working cells in his brain. The soft outline of a ragtag cut hair was just barely visible in his peripheral vision.’” “‘Inhumanly smooth plastic brushed up his arm. The molded fingertips were permanently curled and the seams of the plastic bit ever-so-lightly into his skin. “Daddy, I’m a good girl.” The voice was a soft whisper that was close to — but not the same — as his daughter’s. “I’ll be your little girl. I’ll sit with you.” A tight whine strangled out of his throat. It was worse than if the doll had wanted to kill him.
Kinky Boots by K D Grace
Kinky Boots by K D Grace
After a sizzling encounter in DEMON HEELS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.
Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.
With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?
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More links will be added here as they become available: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/kinky-boots/
Excerpt:
There was a soft knock on the door and Meinrad entered the room with several hanks of what looked like ordinary rope. He nodded his greeting to Finn, then his gaze came to rest on Jill, and she felt her entire body blush at his inspection. ‘Turn around,’ he said.
She obeyed.
He made some sound low in his throat that could have passed as either approval or not. Then he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She noticed he wore the Kinky Boots uniform T-shirt stretched tight across his very broad chest. The shop name was punctuated by the hard pressure of nipples on muscular pecs. The black jeans he wore rode low on his hips. The wave of lust that rushed over her was staggering. How had she not noticed how sexy he was?
Then Finn moved to stand beside him, and she understood. Even though Meinrad was by far the larger man, Finn dominated the room. Finn dominated the space. Finn dominated every second of the last twenty-four hours of her life, as though he had shoved his way in and pushed everything else out. It did things to her, that thought, things that were way beyond lust, things that were a lot more frightening than being possessed by a demon.
He stood gazing down at her from some neutral distance that made her feel very much alone, as though the world and everyone in it had receded, leaving her to await her fate. Eleanor was keeping a low profile. Finn spoke without preamble. ‘Unless something’s hurting you, while Meinrad’s binding you, you’re not to speak. You’re only to move when he moves you. You’re to do exactly as he says. You’re to accept what he does to you in total passivity. Is that clear?’
‘Is he going to fuck me?’ She was embarrassed the minute she said it but it was too late to take it back.
‘If I want him to, yes,’ Finn said.
If Finn wanted him to. Dear God, what was she doing? Suddenly she felt unsteady on her feet. She didn’t know Meinrad. Not like she knew Finn. And yet the thought of the big man hammering her with his enormous cock while she was all trussed up was at least as exciting as it was uncomfortable. The thought that he would do so only at Finn’s bidding excited her even more.
‘There’ll be no safe word,’ Finn continued. ‘All you have to do is tell Meinrad to stop. Or if at any time he thinks you’re not fit to continue, he’ll stop, and that’ll be that. Are we clear?’
She nodded. ‘And what about you?’
‘Meinrad’s acting on my behalf.’ Finn held her in a cool gaze. ‘He’ll do as I say, and so will you, unless you choose at any point not to play.’ For a long moment he studied her, as though he might see something, perhaps some flaw, perhaps some weakness, she didn’t know what. He seemed too far away to tell. She held her breath. Waiting.
At last he blinked and stepped back, still holding her gaze. ‘I’ll ask you again, Jill. Are you sure this is what you want?’
She nodded, afraid to speak for fear her heart would jump out of her throat. Then she remembered to breathe again.
Finn said nothing. He took her hands in his and offered them to Meinrad, who took both her wrists in one huge palm and tied them across one another in a simple looped knot from which she could have easily escaped if she’d wanted. Then he led her to the bed and guided her onto it. There, he secured her hands to the headboard with several feet of slack, enough to allow him to work around her and at the same time allow Finn to observe from every angle. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Finn had pulled a ladder back chair to the side of the bed and sat emotionlessly looking on. A quick glance was all she got before Meinrad settled her into a kneeling position facing the wall with her hands resting on the headboard.
In the beginning, it felt as though she were being decorated with rope; that’s the best way Jill could describe what Meinrad was doing to her. The rope was softer than she expected it to be and not unpleasant against her bare skin. The embarrassment she felt came, flashed hot, then passed as Meinrad looped the rope and efficiently placed knots above her breasts and then below and then tightened and cinched his efforts until the harnessing effect squeezed and pinched and offered up each of her breasts in a tight little nest of rope, like ripe fruit topped by the cherry-hard rise of her nipples. She’d always had sensitive breasts and to have them so handled and bound made her whole chest burn with a need that was replicated in her pussy.
Meinrad worked in complete silence, his hands moving over her body as though she were nothing more than the canvas for what he was creating. His touch was exacting and his rhythm as he worked was hypnotic. Early on she realised that one of his hands was on her at all times. She remembered basic knot training from her childhood days in the Girl Guides. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through. Rope threaded through competent fingers, rope slid over bare skin, coiling, twisting, binding, descending right over left and left over right, pressing a column of knots down the length of her spine before looping around her waist and embracing her belly. Again. And again. Yes, she was his canvas, and what he created took its shape against her flesh, but his art didn’t happen without exacting a price from him, and in her peripheral vision, as he reached around her to secure a knot over her navel, she caught a glimpse of the erection set tight in his black jeans, and she felt the hitch of his breathing not quite hidden in the rhythm of right over left, left over right. As he crossed the ropes around her body, she felt the heat of his breath whisper along her back next to the weaving and twisting and soft swishing of the rope along her spine.
With a tug of the rope every pore of her body responded to the tightening just as he nestled a knot against the pucker of her bottom and her gasp sounded like a rush of wind in the stretching silence. Meinrad gave a little pull and her clit hardened in empathy with the pressure between her buttocks. Then without warning, he slipped an arm around her and turned her over as he pulled two strands of rope up between her legs, up tight against her upper thighs like the elastic of knickers, or a tightly cinched climber’s harness. That done, with a deft movement of his fingers he secured a knot just over her clit, and this time she cried out in the strange mix of discomfort and arousal. The whole gape of her was pressed between the two strands of rope, knotted at fore and aft like a ship, narrow and thick-hulled.
There was barely time to get used to the strange rub and pressure between her legs, or the knot that felt like the tip of a thick finger attempting to breach her bottom, before Meinrad began to bind her thighs to her lower legs and ankles, making the position in which she knelt mandatory. With each knot, with each looping of the rope, he forced her bent legs further apart until she was wide open, yet at the same time held closed by the ropes between her legs. Bound and kneeling on the bed, she tried to breathe deeply, tried to fight back the panic of her own helplessness, something she had never experienced before. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and Eleanor seemed to be completely absent from the whole event.
‘Shall I continue?’ Meinrad asked.
*****K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
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K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.
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After a sizzling encounter in DEMON HEELS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.
Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.
With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?
Available from:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B009UL1F36/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelthouse-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B009UL1F36
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More links will be added here as they become available: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/kinky-boots/
Excerpt:
There was a soft knock on the door and Meinrad entered the room with several hanks of what looked like ordinary rope. He nodded his greeting to Finn, then his gaze came to rest on Jill, and she felt her entire body blush at his inspection. ‘Turn around,’ he said.
She obeyed.
He made some sound low in his throat that could have passed as either approval or not. Then he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She noticed he wore the Kinky Boots uniform T-shirt stretched tight across his very broad chest. The shop name was punctuated by the hard pressure of nipples on muscular pecs. The black jeans he wore rode low on his hips. The wave of lust that rushed over her was staggering. How had she not noticed how sexy he was?
Then Finn moved to stand beside him, and she understood. Even though Meinrad was by far the larger man, Finn dominated the room. Finn dominated the space. Finn dominated every second of the last twenty-four hours of her life, as though he had shoved his way in and pushed everything else out. It did things to her, that thought, things that were way beyond lust, things that were a lot more frightening than being possessed by a demon.
He stood gazing down at her from some neutral distance that made her feel very much alone, as though the world and everyone in it had receded, leaving her to await her fate. Eleanor was keeping a low profile. Finn spoke without preamble. ‘Unless something’s hurting you, while Meinrad’s binding you, you’re not to speak. You’re only to move when he moves you. You’re to do exactly as he says. You’re to accept what he does to you in total passivity. Is that clear?’
‘Is he going to fuck me?’ She was embarrassed the minute she said it but it was too late to take it back.
‘If I want him to, yes,’ Finn said.
If Finn wanted him to. Dear God, what was she doing? Suddenly she felt unsteady on her feet. She didn’t know Meinrad. Not like she knew Finn. And yet the thought of the big man hammering her with his enormous cock while she was all trussed up was at least as exciting as it was uncomfortable. The thought that he would do so only at Finn’s bidding excited her even more.
‘There’ll be no safe word,’ Finn continued. ‘All you have to do is tell Meinrad to stop. Or if at any time he thinks you’re not fit to continue, he’ll stop, and that’ll be that. Are we clear?’
She nodded. ‘And what about you?’
‘Meinrad’s acting on my behalf.’ Finn held her in a cool gaze. ‘He’ll do as I say, and so will you, unless you choose at any point not to play.’ For a long moment he studied her, as though he might see something, perhaps some flaw, perhaps some weakness, she didn’t know what. He seemed too far away to tell. She held her breath. Waiting.
At last he blinked and stepped back, still holding her gaze. ‘I’ll ask you again, Jill. Are you sure this is what you want?’
She nodded, afraid to speak for fear her heart would jump out of her throat. Then she remembered to breathe again.
Finn said nothing. He took her hands in his and offered them to Meinrad, who took both her wrists in one huge palm and tied them across one another in a simple looped knot from which she could have easily escaped if she’d wanted. Then he led her to the bed and guided her onto it. There, he secured her hands to the headboard with several feet of slack, enough to allow him to work around her and at the same time allow Finn to observe from every angle. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Finn had pulled a ladder back chair to the side of the bed and sat emotionlessly looking on. A quick glance was all she got before Meinrad settled her into a kneeling position facing the wall with her hands resting on the headboard.
In the beginning, it felt as though she were being decorated with rope; that’s the best way Jill could describe what Meinrad was doing to her. The rope was softer than she expected it to be and not unpleasant against her bare skin. The embarrassment she felt came, flashed hot, then passed as Meinrad looped the rope and efficiently placed knots above her breasts and then below and then tightened and cinched his efforts until the harnessing effect squeezed and pinched and offered up each of her breasts in a tight little nest of rope, like ripe fruit topped by the cherry-hard rise of her nipples. She’d always had sensitive breasts and to have them so handled and bound made her whole chest burn with a need that was replicated in her pussy.
Meinrad worked in complete silence, his hands moving over her body as though she were nothing more than the canvas for what he was creating. His touch was exacting and his rhythm as he worked was hypnotic. Early on she realised that one of his hands was on her at all times. She remembered basic knot training from her childhood days in the Girl Guides. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through. Rope threaded through competent fingers, rope slid over bare skin, coiling, twisting, binding, descending right over left and left over right, pressing a column of knots down the length of her spine before looping around her waist and embracing her belly. Again. And again. Yes, she was his canvas, and what he created took its shape against her flesh, but his art didn’t happen without exacting a price from him, and in her peripheral vision, as he reached around her to secure a knot over her navel, she caught a glimpse of the erection set tight in his black jeans, and she felt the hitch of his breathing not quite hidden in the rhythm of right over left, left over right. As he crossed the ropes around her body, she felt the heat of his breath whisper along her back next to the weaving and twisting and soft swishing of the rope along her spine.
With a tug of the rope every pore of her body responded to the tightening just as he nestled a knot against the pucker of her bottom and her gasp sounded like a rush of wind in the stretching silence. Meinrad gave a little pull and her clit hardened in empathy with the pressure between her buttocks. Then without warning, he slipped an arm around her and turned her over as he pulled two strands of rope up between her legs, up tight against her upper thighs like the elastic of knickers, or a tightly cinched climber’s harness. That done, with a deft movement of his fingers he secured a knot just over her clit, and this time she cried out in the strange mix of discomfort and arousal. The whole gape of her was pressed between the two strands of rope, knotted at fore and aft like a ship, narrow and thick-hulled.
There was barely time to get used to the strange rub and pressure between her legs, or the knot that felt like the tip of a thick finger attempting to breach her bottom, before Meinrad began to bind her thighs to her lower legs and ankles, making the position in which she knelt mandatory. With each knot, with each looping of the rope, he forced her bent legs further apart until she was wide open, yet at the same time held closed by the ropes between her legs. Bound and kneeling on the bed, she tried to breathe deeply, tried to fight back the panic of her own helplessness, something she had never experienced before. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and Eleanor seemed to be completely absent from the whole event.
‘Shall I continue?’ Meinrad asked.
*****K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall.
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