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Liza O'Connor's - A Right To Love

A RIGHT TO LOVE We’ve all had them. Guys whom you having nothing in common with but who refuse to get your hints of non-interest.Well, Alice Collin’s problems in the 1890’s were far worse than just annoying pests. Her horrid step-father wanted to force her into an early marriage with a young man of his choosing so he could take charge of her valuable estate and strip it to the bone.While he could force her to wear risqué dresses and endure the men’s company, she still found ways to chase them off. Here are two events told by Victor Hamilton during a discussion with Jacko: “You and Alice would make the perfect couple. You could just follow me around and laugh all day long.”Her comment took Jacko by surprise. “She’s married, is she not?”“Not…. Nor likely to ever be.”Delighted to discover his heart might not be so foolish after all, his fingers rapped on his knee in excitement. “And why is that?” Vic snorted as a sly grin appeared. “She loves to test suitors by fire.”“Test them how?” “My favorite was when Alice went rowing on the lake with Alton Dobbs.” Chuckling at the memory, Vic shared how Alice had tipped the boat then left him to fend for himself when he didn’t try to save her. “She failed to tell anyone he required rescue until two hours later, when during lunch, her mother asked her what she had done with Alton. After lunch, we went down to the lake and found him clinging to the boat, bleating for help.”Jacko snorted in contempt. “Good. A man who would save himself before a lady is no man. He deserved to drown.”“Not likely. The lake was very shallow. Had he bothered to stand, he would have discovered the boat was in four feet of water.” “I’m glad she did not marry this fool. Tell me more.” Jacko leaned back and smiled. He liked Alice even more now.“In London, she purposely cut the leads needed to control her carriage horse so they would break with the first hard tug. Then she allowed Sawyer Higgenbottom to drive her through the park. A man playing an accordion spooked the mare and off it went. Naturally, Higgenbutt, that was my nickname for him, yanked the reins. When they snapped and he realized he’d lost control of the carriage, the coward leapt to the ground without a single thought to Alice.”Jacko growled. “He broke his arm in two places during the fall.”“And what of the lady?”“Oh, she had trained her horse to voice commands. She was never in danger. After calling her mare to slow, she commanded it home, leaving Higgenbutt to fend for himself.” “Good for her!”

Jacko, a gypsy with a great love for stealing, rescues a suffragette from Bedlam. Upon returning the elderly woman to safety, he meets her blue-stocking daughter. Alice has decided she prefers managing her estate farms over London society. She is resigned to never marry until the handsome and surprisingly wealthy man with a dark past and several identities steals her heart.
  A Right to LoveAmazon -
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QD68XFEFree with Amazon Kindle Unlimited A Right to Love is a spin offof the Adventures of Xavier & Vic’sHumorous, Late Victorian, Romantic Sleuth series
Book 1The Troublesome ApprenticeAmazon
Book 2The Missing PartnerAmazon
Book 3The MesmeristAmazonAll Xavier books Free with Amazon Unlimited

Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved normally. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous romances. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.You have been warned.Mostly humorous books by Liza: Saving Casey – Old woman reincarnates into troubled teen’s body. (Half funny/half traumatizing) Ghost Lover —Two British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. And there’s a ghost cat that roams about the book as well. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary odd Romance) Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions. Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible. Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason. Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one. The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman. The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat. The Mesmerist — The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.
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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions10 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme11 – K.D. Grace – To Rome With Lust13 – A Little Bit of Saturday Sex14 - Weekend Writing Warriors
17 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme19 -21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop22 – Jessica Jayne – Board Indiscretion24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas 27 - A Little Bit of Saturday Sex28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – S. Briones Lim – Caught Inside31 – Jan 1 – Closed for New Years

Daryl Devore is on an exciting new BlogHop - Romance Adventures

I belong to a wonderful critique group and we've banded together for this blog hop. There are numerous romance genres and heat levels, plus newly published authors and more experienced ones. Browse through the authors and discover lots of wonderful new-to-you authors and books. It's like we brought the library to you.

My latest is an erotic contemporary paranormal/fantasy romance - called Capri's Fate.


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

Set up – Capri and her best friend, Kat, are in an Irish pub and have had a couple of drinks.
I nestled down in my chair. "Whole story. Don't interrupt. When we were walking through the displays at the sex toy convention, I heard a voice. He spoke to me, but I couldn't see who it was. He followed me home.""A stalker!" Kat popped her hand over her lips."No. A Fate. Or actually, the son of a Fate." As I continued with my rambling and muddled, but detailed explanation, our waitress deposited round number four. I was half finished with it when I got to the part – "And the sex was so hot, but he isn't real, so I told him to go away. Cause I need a man. A real man. I can't date the air. And now I miss him."Kat leaned over toward me. Her breath smelled like cream ale. "So, what was it like?""The sex?""No, the nipple clamps. I really wanted to buy a pair.""Kat." I fell back against the chair and rubbed my face. "I just told you I met a Fate and had incredible beach sex and all you got out of it was I own nipple clamps."A frigid chill ran down my back. I glanced up. Every male in the bar was staring at me. Most had that stupid, horny grin on their faces. Why? Because the second I said, I own nipple clamps, the room went dead silent and everyone heard me.So I did what any self-respecting but totally humiliated woman would do, I ordered another beer.Kelly-Anne brought it over and smiled. She was practically my bitch by now as I'd been over tipping the whole night. "Patrick said this one's on the house.""Well you can tell Patrick, I'm not gonna show him my nipple clamps." I glanced up at the other patrons. "Or anybody else."A case of the giggles hit Kat. She kept trying to tell me something, but would shake with laughter and could only spit out a garbled mess of words. "Yo zed plmps."Four and a half Guinness Draughts in you and it doesn't take long for the infectious giggling to invade your body. I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and started singing, "When Irish eyes are smiling. De da de dum, I don't know the words. But when Irish eyes are smiling…de dum de de da dum dee." I held that last note for several seconds. And proudly I might add, I was only a little off key."Okay. Okay. I got it." Kat placed her hand on her chest and tried to control her breathing. "You said nipple clamps!" She burst into hysterics and knocked over her empty beer glass."Time to go." I stood and swayed. My knees buckled. The chair pad rose up and met my butt. No, reverse that, I sat down.
 
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http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Capris-Fate/book-7uOs7lH6QU66B8y_ji9JWw/page1.html
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Here is the list of the other authors on this hop -please check them out - you'll be glad you did.







1. Liza O'Connor 

2. Daryl Devore
3. Jennifer Lowery
4. Andrea R Cooper
5. Melissa Keir
6. Karen Lopp
7. Aine P Massie
8. Gaeille Vanderspek
9. Joceline Farrah
10. Jenna Jaxon
11. Gina Danna
12. Melissa Kendall
13. Sharon Cullen
14. D'Ann Lindun
15. Nikki Lynn Barrett
16. Tricia L. Quinnies
17. Lisa Kumar
18. Georgia Lyn Hunter
19. Sheri Fredricks
20. Susan Sheehey
21. Aleah Barley
22. Stacey Brutger
23. Bobbi Romans




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions9 – Liza O'Connor – A Right To Love10 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme13 – A Little Bit of Saturday Sex14 - Weekend Writing Warriors17 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme19 -21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas 27 - A Little Bit of Saturday Sex28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 31 – Jan 1 – Closed for New Years 

Black Dorn is on weekly meme WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.

Set Up – A short snippet this week - Half naked, Branwyn has just been announced by the herald and everyone in the Great Hall is watching her enter. She meets the other dunes and hears their gossip.
(for those who haven't started at the beginning with this – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.)
The members of the court turned and watched her enter. The grand hall was full. Male, female, noble and servant, and all focused on her. Heart pounding as if it would burst, Branwyn forced herself to enter, curtsey, then paused waiting for a cue. A footman next to her whispered, "This way." He led her to a group of women who introduced themselves as other dunes. To Branwyn’s relief, few were fully clothed. She was ashamed at her nakedness, but felt a bit less alone. The conversations paused every time new arrivals were announced. Branwyn’s new friends quickly offered a bit of gossip or scandal about whoever had just entered. A tall man dressed in fine grey robes entered with a woman who moved with the waddle of one late in a pregnancy. "The bulge in her stomach does not come from the seed of her husband. I hear they haven’t bedded in many months." The dune called Radella chuckled. "One must not bed when with child," gasped the dune with brilliant blue eyes. Radella’s eyes sparkled with gossipy glee. "But one must bed to make a child. I hear that Malack will soon be a father." "Again?" A dark-skinned dune with eyes the color of a chestnut mare giggled. "Again." The blonde called Tess smiled.









What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions4 – 7 – Romance Adventures Blog Hop9 – Liza O'Connor – A Right To Love10 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme13 – A Little Bit of Saturday Sex14 - Weekend Writing Warriors
17 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme19 -21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas 27 - A Little Bit of Saturday Sex28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 31 – Jan 1 – Closed for New Years

Release Blitz for A Christmas in the Cotswolds

Christmas in the Cotswolds by Jenny Kane (@JennyKaneAuthor)
A seasonal easy read romance, Christmas in the Cotswolds is Jenny Kane’s festive sequel to Another Cup of Christmas. (It can also be read as a stand alone story.)BlurbIzzie Spencer-Harris, owner of the Cotswold Art and Crafts Centre, is due to host the prestigious Cotswold Choir’s annual Christmas carol concert in her beautiful converted church. Or at least she was, until a storm smashed a hole right through the chancel roof. Days from Christmas, Izzie suddenly finds herself up to her neck in DIY, with her last dodgy workman having walked off the job. She does the only thing she can … calls in her best friend Megan to help.Leaving Peggy and Scott to run Pickwicks Café in her absence, Megan heads to the Cotswolds for Christmas. Within minutes of her arrival, she finds herself hunting down anyone willing to take on extra work so close to Christmas. It seems the only person available to help is Joseph Parker – a carpenter who, while admittedly gorgeous, seems to have ulterior motives for everything he does …With Izzie’s bossy mother, Lady Spencer-Harris, causing her problemsat every turn, an accident at work causing yet more delays, and the date for the concert drawing ever nearer, it’s going to take a lot more than Mrs Vickers’ powerful mulled wine to make sure everything is all right on the night …ExtractIzzie closed her eyes and counted to ten as the door of the Cotswold Arts Centre slammed shut. There was no point in panicking. She simply didn’t have time for such luxuries if her converted church was going to be ready to host a Christmas carol concert by the renowned Cotswold Choir in nine days’ time. Bored of being propositioned by men who weren’t remotely interested in her until they discovered she was a daughter of the gentry, Izzie had ejected the carpenter through her front door before he’d quite had time to work out just how insulting her rejection of his latest lurid suggestion was.
Now, her hasty tongue having deprived her of a desperately needed pair of tradesman’s hands, Izzie sat with a heavy thump onto the nearest pew. She knew she had to find fresh help, and fast. A task that wouldn’t be easy so close to Christmas. ‘Although,’ Izzie addressed the image of Noah, who smiled benevolently at her from his stained-glass window, as if grateful he hadn’t been smashed to pieces by the tree branch that had come through the top of the chancel and caused so much seasonal inconvenience, ‘I’m damn sure I’m not asking my mother to help out ever again!’ Reaching for the offending package of invitations that had arrived by courier first thing that morning, Izzie emptied it onto the table. The invitations were supposed to have been posted by now. As soon as she’d seen them, Izzie understood why her mother had left them to the last minute. Unfussy, cost-effective, and with a medieval Christmas flavour in keeping with the spirit of the converted fourteenth-century church where the concert was to be held. That’s what she’d asked for. What she’d got was decadent Victorian-style gold-edged invitations which weighed so much, Izzie was sure that posting them alone would break the bank. And if that wasn’t bad enough, her mother had done the one thing that she had expressively forbidden. She’d put Izzie’s full name on the invitations. Lady Perdita Spencer-Harris had been unable to comprehend why her daughter didn’t want to use the family name to help sales. She simply didn’t understand that Izzie wanted people to come to hear the choir for its own sake, or because they wanted to see what she’d done in her art centre; not because she was a young and single female member of the landed gentry.
Miss Isadora Spencer-Harriscordially invites you to a magical festive evening atThe Cotswold Arts Centre, Chipping Swintonto hear the renowned Cotswold Choir’sChristmas Carol ConcertSaturday 21st December7 p.m. for 7.30 p.m. start£25 per ticketRefreshments providedRSVP by 18th December to Harris ParkWrapping her stripy woollen scarf more tightly around her neck, Izzie breathed warm air over her cold fingers. Deciding it wasn’t cost effective to heat the church this late at night just for her, she gathered up the invitations, and with one last check that the polythene sheeting would keep the rest of her chancel roof in place overnight, Izzie headed home.
Izzie scooped up three Christmas cards from her doormat. A smile replaced her frown as she opened the first envelope to see a cartoon robin wishing her a Merry Christmas. Inside, beneath the seasonal greeting, her friend Megan had written Must meet up SOON! I’d love to see your new art centre. ‘Should I?’ Izzie was sure her dearest friend from college would help. Megan always helped. Izzie addressed the picture of the robin, ‘But won’t she be hugely busy at Pickwicks café this close to Christmas?’ Switching on her laptop, Izzie started to hunt for a replacement tradesman to help repair her church roof. Half an hour of searching later, and her quest was looking increasingly hopeless by the minute. It was no good, if she wasn’t going to be forced to ask her parents to bail her out – which was an ‘over her dead body’ situation as far as Izzie was concerned – she needed alternative assistance. Izzie picked up her mobile before guilt at disturbing her friend’s life at Christmas overtook her. ‘Megan, thank goodness you’re there! How can I put this … help!’
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BioWith a background in history and archaeology, Jenny Kane should really be sat in a dusty university library translating Medieval Latin criminal records, before writing research documents that hardly anyone would want to read. Instead, tucked away in the South West of England, Jenny Kane writes stories with one hand, while working for a Distance Learning Company with the other.Jenny spends a large part of her time in the local coffee shops, where she creates her stories, including the novels Romancing Robin Hood (Accent Press, 2014), the best selling contemporary romance Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013), and the novella length sequels Another Cup of Christmas (Accent Press, 2013) and Christmas in the Cotswolds, (Accent Press, 2014)Jenny’s next full length novel, Abi’s House, will be published by Accent Press in 2015.Jenny Kane is also the author of quirky children’s picture books There’s a Cow in the Flat(Hushpuppy, 2014) and Joe’s Letter(Coming soon from Hushpuppy)Keep your eye on Jenny’s blog at www.jennykane.co.uk for more details.Twitter - @JennyKaneAuthorFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/JennyKaneRomanceJenny Kane also writes erotica as Kay Jaybee. (www.kayjaybee.me.uk)







What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions1 - Lucy Felthouse – Sapphic Smut2 – Jenny Kane – Christmas in the Cotswolds3 – WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme4 – 7 – Romance Adventures Blog Hop9 – Liza O'Connor – A Right To Love10 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme13 – A Little Bit of Saturday Sex14 - Weekend Writing Warriors17 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme19 -21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas 27 - A Little Bit of Saturday Sex28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 31 – Jan 1 – Closed for New Years 

Sapphic Smut: Tales of Lesbian Lust Out Now! #sapphicsmut #erotica #anthology

Sapphic Smut: Tales of Lesbian Lust Out Now! #sapphicsmut #erotica #anthologyBlurb:Light hearted, sexy Sapphic smut is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse with assistance from Kev ‘Mitnik’ Blisse.From coffee shops to exotic Indian adventures to cosy cabins in France, Sapphic Smut has it all. Fun with sugar, naughty spankings, seductions by strangers, seductions by friends, cougars and even a twist on a fairy tale abound in this exciting collection of lesbian stories from erotica’s finest authors.This delicious girl-on-girl anthology contains stories from Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Louisa Bacio, Sallyanne Rogers, Vanessa de Sade, Tabitha Rayne and Elizabeth Coldwell.Amazon: http://mybook.to/sapphicsmut Other links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sapphic-smut/Editor’s Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter
Excerpt:Alana really couldn’t believe how flat Holland was. She’d been told by many people, but somehow, she still wasn’t expecting a place that made Cambridgeshire look like the Peak District. Her view from the train as she travelled from Schiphol airport to Amsterdam’s Centraal Station was unimpeded. Not so much as a hillock was visible.And now, here she was, standing outside the station with crowds milling around her. A mixture of tourists, businesspeople and natives. She herself was a combination of two of those groups—she was here on business, but she’d deliberately extended her trip so she could spend a couple of days exploring the city. She had a day either side of her meeting, the boring part a filling to a sightseeing sandwich. Though, despite the boring tag, the meeting definitely wasn’t a bad thing, it was an appointment to cross the ts and dot the is on a very lucrative deal—certainly the trip was worthwhile.After watching the insanity for another minute or so, she began to head away from the station, wheeling her small case along with her. Already armed with a guidebook and a decent map, she knew where she was going. Her map-reading skills were excellent, and she made the short walk to her hotel in less than twenty minutes. Anywhere else, she’d have gotten a cab, but it appeared they were a rare commodity in this city.She’d checked in, dumped her bags and freshened up within another ten minutes, and was back on the street.An online acquaintance had sent her a bunch of information for her trip—about the best museums, interesting things to see that might not be in guidebooks, and details on transport. It appeared that Amsterdam was unlike London, Paris and Rome, in as much as it had trams as its preferred mode of transport, rather than underground trains. Only one Metro line ran through the city, north-to-south. Everywhere else was utterly dependent on trams, bikes and being on foot.And fuck, there were a lot of bikes. They zipped here, there and everywhere, not always staying where they were supposed to be, it seemed. The slim Dutch people atop the bikes were oblivious, just concentrating on getting where they were going.Alana searched for the nearest tram stop, and quickly discovered she needed to be on the other side of the road to head in the right direction.Crossing the road was a chore in itself. A dice with death. She’d thought Rome’s motorists were insane, but at least they were fairly predictable. Here, she was faced with crossing a road that held a cycle path, a tram line and a lane for cars. Shifting down the pavement, she stood at the conveniently placed crossing. It still didn’t make things much easier, but at least she could mingle in with the crowd. Traffic was much more likely to stop if it was going to hit a crowd of people than a single pedestrian. Right?By some miracle, she reached the opposite pavement unscathed—except for her nerves, which were shot—and approached the tram stop. As if by magic, a tram arrived, and it was the correct number. Things were looking up.After a few minutes, she realised that public transport in Amsterdam was nowhere near as easy to navigate as in the other major cities she was familiar with. There, their Tube or Metro stations always had plenty of large, unmissable signs telling you where you were. Piccadilly Circus, Anvers, Piramide. Here, it seemed you were left to your own devices. There were announcements on board the tram, but they were in Dutch—a language which she knew very little of—incredibly muffled, and pretty much drowned out by the sound of the tram’s motion and its passengers.




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
1 - Lucy Felthouse – Sapphic Smut2 – Jenny Kane – Christmas in the Cotswolds3 – WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme4 – 7 – Romance Adventures Blog Hop9 – Liza O'Connor – A Right To Love10 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme13 – A Little Bit of Saturday Sex14 - Weekend Writing Warriors17 - WIP It UP Wednesday – weekly meme19 -21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas 27 - A Little Bit of Saturday Sex28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 31 – Jan 1 – Closed for New Years 

8 sentences for WeWr Wa with A Kept Woman #8Sunday

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. 

Scene Set up – Arianne's apartment mate is talking after they have discovered who Derek Davenport is.


“You’re so in over your head. This Davenport guy is worth a billion or two…or more. Geeky business kinda guy. Except he looks more like a Chippendale dancer than a geek.” Starting to take another mouthful of coffee, Taylor paused, looked over his cup at Arianne. His pupils dilated. “What is that look on your face? You’re up to something. Come on spill your guts, tell me.”

Blurb – A Kept Woman – Daryl Devore -Erotic Contemporary Heat – 5 hot peppers
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Buy Links – New Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Kept-Woman-bdsm-spanking-ebook/dp/B004PGNB9CSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/43872Reader Store - http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/daryl-devore/a-kept-woman/_/R-400000000000000350757BookStrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/a-kept-womanIf you prefer print books – All Book Stories - http://www.allbookstores.com/Kept-Woman-Daryl-Devore/9781466257245

What people are saying about A Kept Woman.5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - A Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
Link to WWW - www.wewriwa.com


What's happening in the December on Erotic Notions

3 - Book Hooks4 – 7 – Romance Adventures Blog Hop7 – Weekend Writing Warriors 10 - Book Hooks14 - Weekend Writing Warriors17 - Book Hooks19-21 – Winter Warm Up Blog Hop24 – 26 – Closed for Christmas – unless on a hop28 – Weekend Writing Warriors 31 - Book Hooks 

A Little Bit of Saturday Sex on Erotic Notions

WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT
This is my own little private weekly meme showcasing some of the erotic sex scenes from my published works.This week a quickie from my erotic contemporary romance ...

Scene Set - This week is a continuation of last week's post - the first sexual relationship between billionaire, Derek Davenport, and unemployed and broke, Arianne.

She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her clit made her hips start to squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.After what seemed like hours of bliss, but was probably a couple of minutes, he ordered, “Roll over on your hands and knees. Spread your legs.” She heard the zipper and then the rustle of his pants. The bed shook as he climbed and edged up behind her.Both gasped as he slid into her. His hand reached around her hip and continued to caress her clit. He pumped into her with a languid rhythm. She met his thrusts, back and forward, back and forward. Squeezing her vaginal muscles to tighten her grip on him, she didn’t allow him to leave her.“You feel so good. I wish I had more time.”Arianne responded with a moan of delight. His pace increased. Her pulse raced. The pleasure was building between her legs. Her breasts swayed with the pounding in her body. She was no longer able to match his rhythm. He would increase to a driving speed then slacken to a leisurely pace. Her focus snapped to her groin. The pressure was intense. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh my God! I’m cuming… I’m cum—”He pounded himself deeper into her. Arianne gasped and shuddered with the explosion of her orgasm. A few thrusts later he tensed, inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. While reveling in the moment of her bliss, Arianne felt the gush of hot thick semen pour into her. After a long, low groan, his thrusts slowed until he stopped, still buried deep inside her.Carefully, she spread her knees apart and lowered herself to the bed. She felt him slip out of her followed by a gush of hot liquid. She was aware of him moving around, but was unable to move. It felt as if her muscles had melted. Smiling, she lay sprawled belly down.She yawned and blinked. The darkening of the room attracted her attention. Rolling over she checked her watch - 5:30! Damn, I fell asleep. Grabbing a bed sheet she wrapped herself in it and searched the apartment. He was nowhere to be found. On the dining room table was an envelope - inside - ten one-hundred dollar bills. On the outside was a simple message: Next Tuesday, 2 p.m.


Blurb -
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first? 
What People are Saying about A Kept Woman5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - As Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
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Sapphic Smut: Tales of Lesbian Lust Out Now! #sapphicsmut #erotica #anthology

Sapphic Smut: Tales of Lesbian Lust Out Now! #sapphicsmut #erotica #anthology
Blurb:Light hearted, sexy Sapphic smut is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse with assistance from Kev ‘Mitnik’ Blisse.From coffee shops to exotic Indian adventures to cosy cabins in France, Sapphic Smut has it all. Fun with sugar, naughty spankings, seductions by strangers, seductions by friends, cougars and even a twist on a fairy tale abound in this exciting collection of lesbian stories from erotica’s finest authors.This delicious girl-on-girl anthology contains stories from Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Louisa Bacio, Sallyanne Rogers, Vanessa de Sade, Tabitha Rayne and Elizabeth Coldwell.Amazon: http://mybook.to/sapphicsmut Other links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sapphic-smut/Editor’s Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter
Excerpt:Alana really couldn’t believe how flat Holland was. She’d been told by many people, but somehow, she still wasn’t expecting a place that made Cambridgeshire look like the Peak District. Her view from the train as she travelled from Schiphol airport to Amsterdam’s Centraal Station was unimpeded. Not so much as a hillock was visible.And now, here she was, standing outside the station with crowds milling around her. A mixture of tourists, businesspeople and natives. She herself was a combination of two of those groups—she was here on business, but she’d deliberately extended her trip so she could spend a couple of days exploring the city. She had a day either side of her meeting, the boring part a filling to a sightseeing sandwich. Though, despite the boring tag, the meeting definitely wasn’t a bad thing, it was an appointment to cross the ts and dot the is on a very lucrative deal—certainly the trip was worthwhile.After watching the insanity for another minute or so, she began to head away from the station, wheeling her small case along with her. Already armed with a guidebook and a decent map, she knew where she was going. Her map-reading skills were excellent, and she made the short walk to her hotel in less than twenty minutes. Anywhere else, she’d have gotten a cab, but it appeared they were a rare commodity in this city.She’d checked in, dumped her bags and freshened up within another ten minutes, and was back on the street.An online acquaintance had sent her a bunch of information for her trip—about the best museums, interesting things to see that might not be in guidebooks, and details on transport. It appeared that Amsterdam was unlike London, Paris and Rome, in as much as it had trams as its preferred mode of transport, rather than underground trains. Only one Metro line ran through the city, north-to-south. Everywhere else was utterly dependent on trams, bikes and being on foot.And fuck, there were a lot of bikes. They zipped here, there and everywhere, not always staying where they were supposed to be, it seemed. The slim Dutch people atop the bikes were oblivious, just concentrating on getting where they were going.Alana searched for the nearest tram stop, and quickly discovered she needed to be on the other side of the road to head in the right direction.Crossing the road was a chore in itself. A dice with death. She’d thought Rome’s motorists were insane, but at least they were fairly predictable. Here, she was faced with crossing a road that held a cycle path, a tram line and a lane for cars. Shifting down the pavement, she stood at the conveniently placed crossing. It still didn’t make things much easier, but at least she could mingle in with the crowd. Traffic was much more likely to stop if it was going to hit a crowd of people than a single pedestrian. Right?By some miracle, she reached the opposite pavement unscathed—except for her nerves, which were shot—and approached the tram stop. As if by magic, a tram arrived, and it was the correct number. Things were looking up.After a few minutes, she realised that public transport in Amsterdam was nowhere near as easy to navigate as in the other major cities she was familiar with. There, their Tube or Metro stations always had plenty of large, unmissable signs telling you where you were. Piccadilly Circus, Anvers, Piramide. Here, it seemed you were left to your own devices. There were announcements on board the tram, but they were in Dutch—a language which she knew very little of—incredibly muffled, and pretty much drowned out by the sound of the tram’s motion and its passengers.

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City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) Just $0.99/77p on Amazon During November!
For the month of November, this erotic romance novella will be on SALE. Warm up those winter nights with this smokin’ hot read!Grab your copy here: http://mybook.to/cnparis Here's what it's all about:Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?*****Author Bio:Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9



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Little Boxes by Celia J Anderson (@celiaanderson1) Out Now! #romance #contemporary #novel #book

Little Boxes by Celia J Anderson (@celiaanderson1) Out Now! #romance #contemporary #novel #book

Blurb:
Suddenly bereaved, Molly White realises that she has never really known her feisty husband Jake when random boxes begin to appear through the post, each one containing a tantalising clue to the secrets of Jake and Molly’s past. Someone who knows them both well, for reasons of their own, has planned a trail of discovery. The clues seem to be designed to change Molly’s life completely, leading her around Britain and then onwards to rural France and deepest Bavaria.
Meanwhile, waiting in the wings is Tom, a charismatic artist who runs a gallery in the same town. Strong, independent and wheelchair-bound from the age of fifteen, he leads a solitary life and has no idea how devastatingly attractive he is to women. When Tom meets curvy, beautiful and funny Molly, he knows that she is his dream woman, but she seems way out of his orbit until the boxes start to weave their spell and the two of them are thrown right out of their comfort zones.
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Excerpt:
Tom sat on the beach in the spring sunshine, eating cockles out of a tub andgazing rather grimly at the incoming tide. If it came much closer he’d have toabandon his painting for the day – it took a good twenty minutes to pack up and getback to his car on the promenade.
As he licked his fingers and screwed up the seafood carton, there was a scrunchof pebbles and a whoosh of air as a small boy thundered past, whooping at the topof his voice. He was followed at speed by the most desirable woman that Tom couldever remember seeing in this small seaside town. It was his Lady in Red; the onewho had been cropping up in his dreams far too often since he’d first seen her on thebeach. Her hair was an explosion of dark curls, and she wore tight orange jeans witha wildly clashing crimson sweater that came almost to her knees. Tom took a deepbreath to say hello but he was too late.
‘Max... MAX... don’t go near the sea. I mean it!’ she bellowed, skidding straightinto Tom as she chased the boy across the pebbles. ‘Sorry, sorry… have I hurt you?Is your painting wrecked? Oh – wow; it’s good, isn’t it? You can tell it’s meant to bethe pier. I’m really, really sorry…’
Tom picked himself up and put his painting chair the right way up again. ‘Hey, it’sokay – you can fall over me any time,’ he said, grinning into her startlingly greeneyes.
She blinked and looked away, her lovely face matching the colour of hersweater. Shielding her eyes with a hand, she scanned the beach for the boy.
‘Where’s he gone, the little toad? Ah, there he is, he’s making something out of aheap of stones – at least he’s not paddling fully dressed like last time. Oh hell, youdon’t even know me and I’ve already wrecked your work. I’m Molly. I think I’ve seenyou here before, haven’t I? Let me fix your painting.’
She bent down to see if she could repair the damage and Tom held out a handto stop her trying to brush bits of stone off his picture. ‘No, honestly, it’s fine, I’ll sort itout. I’m Tom, and I’ve seen you, too. You’re easy to remember.’
‘Am I? Why?’
‘Lots of reasons – you often seem to be in a hurry, you always wear somethingred, you’ve got lots of kids, you’re gorgeous…’ Tom stopped in confusion.‘Gorgeous? Me? Do you need your eyes testing or something?’ Molly blushedagain and looked at him properly for the first time. ‘I’m sorry, that was really rude,’she said. ‘My mum’s always telling me I don’t know how to take a compliment.’
‘Don’t worry, maybe you just need a bit more practice.’ Tom bent to carry onsorting his painting kit out. He couldn’t help noticing how her eyes rested on hisforearms as he finished tidying up and, clearly aware of his scrutiny, she reddenedeven more.
‘You’re very strong, aren’t you?’ she blurted out.
Tom laughed. ‘I guess I have to be, don’t I? If you’ve seen me before, you’llknow why.’
‘I don’t want you to think I’ve been staring at you, Tom. It’s just that you’re…um… different to most of the men round here.’
‘Tell me about it.’ Tom slung his bag over one shoulder and heaved himself outof his folding chair.
‘Can I help you at all?’ Molly asked, standing on tiptoes to get a better view ofthe shoreline. ‘Oh look, here are the other two Musketeers. They can carrysomething for you, if you like.’
‘I don’t need any help, thanks.’ Tom bit back the familiar feeling of irritation andsmiled up at a pair of girls, dressed entirely in black, who had stopped next to him.The taller one had multiple piercings. Both girls were scowling.
‘Mum, what are you like?’ said the pierced one. ‘We saw you knock the paints allover the place. You’re so clumsy. Have you seen what Max is doing now?’
Molly looked again. The small boy had been jumping off his pile of stones andhad landed awkwardly the last time. He began to wail. ‘Max! I told you last time notto do that. Hang on, I’m coming,’ Molly shouted.
The girls sighed and rolled their eyes at Tom as they watched their mum slitheroff over the stones to the sandy stretch by the sea, where Max was now hurling thebiggest rocks he could find into the waves. The pierced girl turned to the smaller one.‘Bloody hell, why doesn’t she just leave him alone for a bit? The only place hecan go is into the sea.’
‘But he’s only little – he can’t swim.’
‘Exactly.’ The older girl smirked as they wandered off down the beach.
Tom sighed. Another opportunity lost; still no nearer to finding out more about his dream woman. Oh well, at least he knew her name now. On the other hand, it didn’ttake a genius to work out that she was already taken. The wedding ring gave itaway, even if the children didn’t.
Author Bio:Celia J Anderson spends most of her spare time writing in as many different genres as possible, including children’s fiction. In her other life, she’s Assistant Headteacher at a small Catholic primary school in the Midlands and loves teaching literature (now comfortingly called English again but still the best subject in the world.)She tried a variety of random jobs before discovering that the careers advisor at secondary school was right, including running crèches, childminding, teaching children to ride bikes (having omitted to mention she couldn’t do it herself) and a stint in mental health care. All these were ideal preparation for the classroom and provided huge amounts of copy for the books that were to come.Celia enjoys cooking and eating in equal measures, and thinks life without wine would be a sad thing indeed. She is married, with two grown up daughters who have defected to the seaside. One day she plans to scoop up husband and cats and join them there.
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