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Paranormal romances aren't all vampires and shapeshifters - some of us like to tiptoe into other realms.  In Capri's Fate - Thall is the son of one of the Fates. He can take human form or exist in the ether form.


Excerpt - mildly AdultScene set - Capri and Thall are on a yacht in the Indonesian Sea. Capri heard something which scared her and sent Thall to spend the night sleeping on deck - keeping guard.The night was quiet. Capri's screams of ecstasy no longer filled the air. What a wondrous experience exploring her body. Tasting her lips, nipples and clit had been the icing. He wanted to eat the cake. Losing himself in the depths of her would be beyond anything he'd experienced in his six hundred years.He peered out into the darkness. Which would be an easier thing to do, if things didn't go bump in the night. He rested his head on the back of the bench and closed his eyes.
Wawk! Wawk!The screech of an angry seagull ripped Thall from the depths of a very pleasant dream. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't bedding Capri, but was staring at two seagulls fighting over the leftover spaghetti. Then the headache hit. He groaned, dropped back onto the bench and covered his head with the blanket.Wawk! Wawk!"Shut up," he shouted from under the blanket. Thall reached out his hand and groped around, feeling for something to throw. He wrapped his fingers around the first thing he located and heaved it."You threw eighty-five dollar Victoria's Secret bra at a seagull?"Thall pushed the edge of the blanket off his face. The brilliant sunshine made him wince as if knives had been stabbed into his brain. He squinted and peered at Capri, who stood next to him with her hands on her hips."Did I kill it?"She rolled her eyes, bent, picked up her bra and chuckled. "A bit of a hangover? I'll make more of my grandmother's famous cure." She tossed her bra over her shoulder and walked away. Thall closed his eyes and pulled the blanket back over his head. Thall smiled. In his sleep, Capri had dropped her black thong on the floor, fell back on the bed and signaled him to join her."Ready? One. Two. Three!" The blanket was ripped off, and the blazing sun blinded him as he snapped his eyes open.
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?

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Reviews5 Star - Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.
5 Star - I applaud the author. It's worth your time and money.
5 Star - It was a story that left you angry, sad, plus hot and bothered. I loved this book!!!
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Capri's Fate on the Snarkology Halloween BlogHop

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Halloween Costumes – they've come a long way from an old sheet with some holes cut out for eyes. My costume is Tigger. I bought it at a Disney store. It even has a speaker in the paw that makes Tigger talk. For the last 20 yrs of my teaching career, I taught in a high school and on Halloween only the cool teachers dressed up. (The uncool teachers stood out like sore thumbs!)
I worked at a pretty fun-loving high school. One year the science department dressed up like their favourite element from the periodic table. The English department did their favourite dead person from Hamlet – which we know is just about everybody in the story. I was in the arts department and we went through favourite actor/actress or favourite painter/sculptor and somehow I made Tigger fit every variation they tried. I had a vampire Tigger, Captain Jack Sparrow Tigger and so on. I, generally, had the students for all of their high school career, and every late Oct they'd ask – "What's Tigger gonna be this year?" Every Halloween, the whole school dropped by to check out what Tigger was that year – including the Principal!
They might have been cool high school students and staff, but a little kid lives in all of us.

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?
Fun Excerpt Set up – Capri and her best friend, Kat, are in an Irish pub and have had a couple of drinks. Capri speaks first.
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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Reviews5 Star - Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.
5 Star - I applaud the author. It's worth your time and money.
5 Star - It was a story that left you angry, sad, plus hot and bothered. I loved this book!!!

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Guest Author - K.D. Grace and The Lakeland Witches Trilogy

Giveaway: And to help me celebrate the relaunch of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, I’m giving away a $50/£30 Amazon gift voucher. Enter via the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post!  
First The Mist Came Down and then I Wrote a … Trilogy?! By K D Grace (@kd_grace)
First let me say what a pleasure it is to be visiting Erotic Notions. Thanks for allowing me to celebrate the relaunch of the Lakeland Witches Trilogy with you. And since this is the first day of a two-week blog tour and giveaway, I thought it fitting to talk about beginnings because the journey from the seed of the idea to the actual trilogy plus the serial, Demon Interrupted , which is now unfolding on my blog has been a long and complex one. 
The Lakeland Witches Trilogy was a long time coming. It began its life as a NaNoWriMo project almost exactly five ago. (for those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, which is November ). The idea of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000-word novel in one month. I was a NaNoWriMo virgin, and I’d been preparing for the adventure for the biggest part of October. I had in mind what I wanted to do, and had even jotted down quite a few notes, but the actual writing of the novel had it’s very auspicious beginning on a horribly rainy day in the Red Lion Inn in the middle of Avebury Stone Circle.



Since the Red Lion is notorious for being one of the most haunted pubs in Britain, and that day druids, Wiccans and all manner of pagans were celebrating a soggy Samhain in the stones, the place was the perfect inspiration for a paranormal story. On the first of November, I took up pen and paper and the fun began. It was my first ever attempt at an erotic novel. Up until then I'd had some short stories published, but nothing more. At first, the project was entitled, Love Spells.  I actually went above and beyond NaNoWriMo’s required 50,000 for a grand total of 72,000 words. However, don’t ask my poor, long-suffering husband what it was like to live with me during that interminable month. Not long after I’d finished Love Spells, I sold The Initiation of Ms Holly, based on three chapters and a synopsis, which meant that Love Spells was relegated to ‘trunk novel’ status, where it languished forgotten for the next two years. It was after the completion of my second novel, The Pet Shop , that I finally got it back out, and dusted it off. Once I’d reread it, I was intrigued again by the basic story and pitched it to Xcite Books under the new and improved title of Ghost Riders. Xcite hated the title, but loved the story, and took it on.

I stupidly thought all I'd have to do was rewrite it and polish it up a bit. I was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, the story wasn’t working. It didn't feel right, its shape seemed wrong, its story lop-sided and cramped. After a week of long walks and angsting over why I was having trouble getting down to the rewrite, I realised that it didn’t feel right because 72,000 words wasn’t nearly enough. What I had put together for NaNoWriMo was just the beginning. It was the first book of a trilogy!

I was terrified. I’d never attempted anything as complex as a trilogy before, but I proposed it, Xcite said yes, and the rest was not only easy but totally amazing fun! There have been few projects I’ve enjoyed writing as much as I’ve enjoyed writing The Lakeland Witches trilogy. I always knew I was wordyJ

The notorious mists on the Lakeland fells are probably the biggest inspiration for all three of the Lakeland Witches novel, as well as Demon Interrupted. For those of you who don’t know what the fells are, they’re mountains or very high hills, sometimes surrounded by moorland. The term is used almost exclusively in the English Lake District. The summer before I started writing the NaNoWriMo version of Body Temperature and Rising, my husband and I got caught out in the mist on a ridge walk in the Lake District. One minute we were walking in sunshine with great views on all sides and the next the whole world disappeared into a flat, grey mist.

The chances of us getting lost were pretty slim because we were very familiar with the area and we both can navigate by map and compass, but I don't mind saying it was more than a little bit scary. It was like suddenly being transported to another world. It wasn't hard at all to imagine ghosts and demons materialising from the mist. Nor was it hard to imagine that the Ether would be something like being lost in the Lakeland mists. Check out the piccie to get an idea of what it’s like when the mist is coming down. We have no pics of our walk that day, however, because there was literally NOTHING to see.

That scary, eerie walk was the inspiration for the opening scenes of Body Temperature and Rising, book 1 of the Lakeland Witches Trilogy, and it was the inspiration for the magical Ether in book 2, Riding The Ether. Just to give you a feel for that descending mist, here is the opening scene form Body Temperature and Rising.Giveaway: And to help me celebrate the relaunch of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, I’m giving away a $50/£30 Amazon gift voucher. Enter via the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post!  AAAAAND! For more celebration of the relaunch of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, be sure to check out Things that Go Hump in the Night on my blog for more paranormal fun and giveaways. Going on all through October!  ***** Blurb: Body Temperature and Rising, Book one of the Lakeland Witches trilogy: American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.Buy links: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-i/ Excerpt:Out of nowhere the clouds descended, blocking the mid-day sun and the view of the Borrowdale Valley below. The path ahead of Marie vanished in a roil of thick mist. She shivered, then squinted at her compass. Damn it! The weather forecast had promised sunshine for the day, unseasonably warm, it had said, just like it had been all week. She reassured herself that there was no real way she could get lost on Maiden Moor and High Spy, so close to civilization. Then why did the mist feel so unsettling?            She shifted the pack on her back and tried to remember if this was the rout she had taken with her parents. But that was fifteen years ago, and there had been no fog.
The world around her fell silent, as she stepped cautiously forward. She heard no bird song, no breeze, and stranger still; she heard no other people on what was a frequently walked path. It was as though she were the only person left in the world. As she followed the flank of the fell around the silence deepened still further until even the sound of her own breath seemed muted in the mist. Goose flesh rose along the back of her neck and she shivered. A few more steps and the sound of a woman’s voice, half whispered in the mist, stopped her in her tracks.             ‘Anderson? Are you there?’            The knot in her stomach tightened at the possibility of this Anderson being lost to his companion in the fog.            ‘Anderson?’ The voice came again. It didn’t sound particularly frightened. ‘Anderson, I need you.’             Marie was about to round an outcropping of rock that obscured the path when, directly in front of her, the mist cleared, and she caught sight of the woman calling for this Anderson guy. Her dark hair was pulled back in a heavy pony tail, and her legs extended forever from underneath kaki walking shorts.             Marie was about to make her presence known when out of the fog, almost as though he had materialized from nowhere, stepped a dark-haired man with a closely trimmed beard. He was broad shouldered, a little taller than the woman, and dressed in a black suite of vintage cut.             Damn tourists, Marie thought, what the hell was he thinking coming onto the fells dressed like that? Her irritation was interrupted by an intense tingling of heat below her navel that flashed hot, took her breath away and nearly drove her to her knees before it cooled to a warm buzz and skittered down low inside her pelvic girdle. Just then the man scooped the woman into his arms and kissed her with an open-mouthed tongue-fondling that left Marie’s insides feeling like warm toffee. Instinctively she stepped back, not wanting to interrupt the reunion.             ‘I was worried when you weren’t here,’ the woman spoke between breathless kisses.            ‘Tara, my love, I came as soon as you called. You must not worry so.’
She released a sigh that was almost a sob. ‘I have good reason.’
‘Of course you do, my darling. But worry will not ease our situation. So we shall do what we must. And I will do whatever it is you ask of me.’      There was something in the way the man spoke that was strange. The accent was very British, and yet not. And the way he moved against the woman, the way he protectively pulled her to him, the way his mouth made love to hers banished Marie’s irritation that they’d chosen her path for their reunion. Irritation was replaced by longing that ached down through her torso to mingle with the strange buzz that had migrated to the soft spot between her legs, and the air felt suddenly warmer. The man’s hands joined the reunion. He slid the strap of the woman’s tank top down to spill a bare breast heavily into his waiting palm. He paused to knead it and fondle it as though he had never seen anything more exquisite. Then he took as much of it into his mouth as he could. The woman released a shrill gasp as though cold water had been poured onto her. ‘I can feel it,’ she breathed. ‘We were right.’ Then she held him to her, letting him nurse at her in hungry nibbles and slurps.      Marie should have left, and yet she stood riveted to the rock beneath her, feeling heavy and pliant, as though something had suddenly filled her and was moulding her and shaping her from the inside with fiery hands. Her breasts tingled at the rub and tickle of the man’s beard against Tara’s tender flesh, at the tug and pull of pursed lips on swollen nipples almost as though it were her breasts at which he nursed.       Marie clasped her hand over her mouth to hold back a gasp of appreciation as the woman manoeuvred the longest, thickest erection she had ever seen from the man’s trousers. Not that she’d seen that many erections, she reminded herself. When had there been time? She could almost feel the hot stiffened twitch of maleness against the woman’s hand.       As the mist floated around them revealing, concealing and revealing again, he slipped his other hand into Tara’s shorts. She caught her breath and nibbled her bottom lip as he found what he was looking for. Then she squirmed and twisted against him, practically sitting on his hand, as he stroked her. The look on her face was one of deepest concentration.         
For a moment the mist thickened around the couple, and Marie held her breath, listening desperately to hungry grunts that she felt deep in her belly and to little throaty moans that tingled down low, down where she shifted almost unconsciously into the dampening press of her panties. About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, 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 is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, 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 , Fulfilling the Contract , The Pet Shop . Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether , and Elemental Fire , are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , The Exhibition are all available.

Find K D Here:                             Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/                        http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/                    http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk   Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace                                 http://twitter.com/GM_Romance Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/kdgraceauthor/                               *****
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Capri's Fate is on the Fright Night Blog Hop

So we're supposed to say a little something about our favourite paranormal author/books. I confess - I don't read paranormals. I barely watch them on TV or movies because I scare too easily. Yes - I am a wuss.
But I do happen to have a favourite paranormal author and she's probably going to have a minor heart attack by me saying this - but my favourite paranormal author is Brenda Dyer and her Prophecy Series.  I get the advance read on her books as I do a beta read for her. Every single book has blown me away. So I suggest - after you've purchased my fabulous book - you check hers out. You can trust me. Have I ever lied to you???




Now onto me - because I love talking about this book -  Capri's Fate - because me - the wuss - accidentally wrote a paranormal!!!! Let me tease you with the tag line - 
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Want a bit more - how about a smoking hot excerpt
WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT

Scene setting - Capri's first sexual encounter with the voice that followed her home. 
My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.""Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?""Yes." One simple, yet mortifying, word."I'm not a porn star.""Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!
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Spotlight on Mia Kerick's Random Acts

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Random Acts by Mia KerickDreamspinner PressBlurb:

Bradley Zelder can’t find his way in life. After struggling for nearly a decade, he has yet to complete his college degree. Working as a school custodian, living in blue-collar Landsbury, MA, his love life is as empty as the rest of his existence. But on his way home after another disastrous date, his truck breaks down in upscale Oceanside. When he thinks life can’t get any worse, a man who is the epitome of Boston elite and everything Bradley finds attractive and intimidating helps him move his truck to the side of the road. Ashamed of his lot in life, Bradley almost lets the opportunity slip away, but he comes to his senses in time and tracks Caleb down.

From a random act of kindness, romance begins to grow, filling all the dark corners of Bradley’s empty life—until a random act of violence threatens to take it all away. Bradley must step up and be the man Caleb believes him to be. Caleb rescued him from a life without hope. Can Bradley rescue him in return?

 Teaser
Billy followed close behind me as I made my way through the many muscle-bound men, across the lobby, to the sitting area. We left behind the remainder of our shakes, as they been too chalky to finish. We sat down on the same couch.“Who is he?” Billy’s already bulky chest puffed up a bit. He’d always been protective of me. And as always I felt like a little kid when Billy started interrogating me.“Just this guy who helped me out when I had car trouble this morning… after I escaped from Maddy’s clutches.” I could feel the heat rise up my neck to my cheeks, but Billy was still staring at me expectantly, so I went on. “I’m sure he’s this big player.”“Let me guess. Handsome as a Greek god, preppy as all hell, and talks like a college professor?”I nodded. “So maybe you know my type. Wanna make something of it?” I smiled sheepishly.“And arrogant as all get-out?”“More just really confident.” I shrugged again, knowing I had to come up with something different to do with my shoulders. I leaned forward and planted my elbows on my knees.“Did he ask you out? Because I know for a fact that you didn’t go out on a limb to ask him on a date.”




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Author Bio:

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Mia has published four works of adult contemporary gay romantic fiction with Dreamspinner Press and four novels of contemporary LGBT fiction with Harmony Ink Press. Mia Kerick's books are recommended reads in the LGBT blogging/reading community, have spent many weeks on Amazon Hot New Releases and LGBT Best Sellers lists, as well as other notable bestseller lists, and have won awards for excellence in YA literature. Author Links:

Website: www.MiaKerick.com

Blog: www.miakerick.com/blog

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Twitter: @MiaKerick (https://twitter.com/MiaKerick)

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Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
I won't be here for the next few weeks – on a couple of blog hops.

Set Up – Branwyn's first lesson. Duna Trea is speaking.
(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.)
"Now we begin your first and most important lesson - tragor. In your language it has many meanings. But I believe duty is a good word. Through your duty, you must submit. Submission is your tragor. Do you understand what that word means?" "Yes Duna Trea. I am a very obedient person. When my aunt or uncle requested I do something, I did it without question." "But yesterday I told you not to speak to anyone unless spoken to first, yet you disobeyed me. And did it to Gon-Dra Malack." "I am sorry," said Branwyn. "I was frightened and confused. I…I did not know who he was. But Leah explained these things to me." "So, do you state that you understand tragor?" She closed her eyes and nodded. "Then stand and remove your upper garments. Unlace your bodice, let it and your sleeves drop to your waist." With trembling fingers, Branwyn tried to comply, but the laces refused to undo. Duna Trea waited while Branwyn fumbled with the laces. "Now your shift. Expose your body." Branwyn’s muscles stiffened. A chill swept through her. "But I will be naked! One should not expose one’s body to another. It is against the—" A flash of anger filled Duna Trea’s eyes. Remembering Leah’s instructing and her discomfort, Branwyn did not want to cause any more pain to her. Surely, Duna Trea knows it is wrong to expose oneself. She paused, hoping her duna would rescind the order. "Tragor." One anger-filled word hung in the room. Eyes squeezed shut, and bottom lip trembling, she reached for the bow to loosen the front of her shift, tugged on the right sleeve and removed her right arm. She gripped the material in her underarm and lowered the left sleeve. Placing her arms in front of her breasts, hands clasped under her chin, she raised her elbows, letting the material drop. "Lower your arms." Three simple words cut Branwyn like knives. She tried to drop her arms, but the muscles refused to obey. Tears slipped between closed lids and trickled down her cheeks. "Tragor, dune." With every muscle fiber fighting the motion, Branwyn lowered her arms, but held her hands clasped before her. "Place your hands behind your back. Complete exposure. Good girl. Now step this way." Duna Trea stood next to Malack. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Branwyn stepped over and stood next to Trea who asked, "Have you ever touched a man?"


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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions23 – Mia Kerick – Random Acts24 – 31 - Fright Night Blog Hop27 – 30 – Snarkology Blog Hop30-31 - Howloween Blog Hop 

City Nights: One Night in San Francisco by Cass Peterson #erotica #romance

Blurb:Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?Buy links: http://casspeterson.co.uk/books/city-nights-one-night-in-san-francisco/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22728019-one-night-in-san-francisco
Excerpt:‘That feels just amazing,’ he whispered, ‘but I really can’t. I’m sorry – I can tell you’re something of an expert in your field.’I giggled. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment; not that I go around rummaging under men’s blankets on a regular basis, you understand.’‘Of course not. Look, I’m in San Fran for a week – I’ll give you my card and you must call me if you’re staying long enough for a meet up? I’m free tonight, if you’d like dinner, maybe?’‘That’d be nice – I’m only here for one night though. I’m on my way to stay with my brother in Southern California tomorrow evening, but I’ve never seen the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, or the cable cars so I decided to stop off in San Francisco on the way and be a tourist for twenty four hours.’‘Good place to have a brother.’‘I know – he’s an actor. He lives somewhere in the hills in a huge house called Coast Starlight. He did tell me why he named it, but I can’t remember. Something sentimental, I’m sure – he’s a big softie.‘It was a nice idea to have a pit stop in the City first.’‘Jack paid for it – this is his treat. He’s doing really well these days. I’d never have afforded it otherwise. I’ve brought him some great presents though to remind him of home. Marmite, a novelty big red bus moneybox, that sort of thing.’‘Sounds great. Well, I’d love to see you later if you’ve got time? Will you ring me?’I dimpled at him. ‘Might do. But you don’t even know my name. And more to the point, I don’t know yours.’He grinned back and reached for my hand, turning it over and kissing the back of it so lightly that I’d have thought I’d imagined it if my whole body hadn’t begun to throb with pleasure at the touch of his lips. He began to work on my fingers, taking each in his mouth by turn and sucking gently until I was almost at the combustion point again.‘You really are a find,’ he said.‘A what?’‘A find. A lovely woman, easy in her own skin, sensual and ready for anything. I bet if I lifted you across my knee now and lowered you onto my cock, you’d come in seconds.’‘Hmmm. Well, I’d like to answer that one, but it’s a long story.’ We were still whispering, but I noticed one or two nearby people starting to stir and look around to see who was disturbing the peace. ‘Are you going to give me your phone number then, or what?’ I murmured, mind agonisingly full of the images he’d put there. I took the outstretched card he offered after a brief rummage in his pockets, and tucked it away in my bag.‘Oh, and I’m Liam,’ he said, as an afterthought, ‘I’m a literary agent. I specialise in crime thrillers.’‘Hi Liam. I’m Nicky. I’m thirty two, I guess I specialise in crime too – I’m a solicitor.’ He laughed and squeezed my hand, keeping hold of it and linking his fingers in mine. Settling down, we leaned together like old friends, and soon both drifted into sleep.Author Bio:Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.
Website: http://casspeterson.co.ukFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/cass.peterson.4Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/casspeterson1

 
What's happening in October on Erotic Notions

22 – WIP23 – Mia Kerick – Random Acts24 – 31 - Fright Night Blog Hop27 – 30 – Snarkology Blog Hop30-31 - Howloween Blog Hop 

Cover Reveal and Release Day - Liza O'Connor's The Adventures of Xavier and Vic

The Adventures of Xavier & VicBook 3
The MesmeristByLiza O’Connor∞Cases Solved:The Servant Serves a Deadly Cup of TeaThe Magical Accruing InterestThe Mesmerizing Mrs. MeyersThe Bank Robbery of Mammoth Proportions Vic has now become a full partner of Xavier Thorn’s Private Inquiries, yet trouble threatens their personal and business relationship as facts from the past come back to haunt Xavier. Worse yet, a formidable foe returns and proves to be more than Xavier can handle. Fortunately, with his amazing partner and a growing staff, they are ready to take on any problem that comes their way. If only their clients were more forthcoming with the facts! Once satiated from their lovemaking, Vic raised the topic heavy on her heart. “Xavier, did you see the Queen?”“In fact I did. She wanted to thank me for my efforts to save the servants forced into sex slavery.”Vic bolted upright in outrage. “You?”“And I told her, ‘Your Majesty, you have the wrong man. It was my clever partner, Victor Hamilton, who saved the servants.’”Vic eyed him carefully as she tried to determine if he was teasing or not. “And what did she say?”“She wanted to know if you were the spitting image of Dr. Watson.”Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she resettled on his chest. “I hope you told her no.”“I did, and then went on to brag profusely about you.”“What exactly did you say?”“And have your head swell larger than it already is? Not a chance, scamp.”“Maybe next time I can go with you.”“I doubt I’ll be invited again.”“Did something happen? I saw Stone arrive, and later his men took away a servant in handcuffs.”His right eyebrow rose an inch. “How do you know he was a servant?”“He kept saying, ‘I only wanted to refill his tea.’ What happened, did you move the cup?”“No. And I can say no more about it.”His words hurt more than she thought possible. She tried to roll away from him, but he held her tight against his chest.“Let me go,” she growled.“I did not take the assignment.” He spoke softly, but she could hear an undercurrent of outrage. “I cannot talk about the case, but I made my conditions very clear. Either you were brought fully in and I would have full use of my staff, or I would not take the job.”“And he said no?”Xavier paused. “I was able to persuade him to accept you, but he dug his heels in on Tubs.”“But Tubs is a valuable asset!” Now she understood why Xavier sounded so angry. The First Minister was an idiot! Who would notwant Tubs on their side? He knew everything about the criminal world. He could tip a carriage with one arm. He could bend thick metal bars without breaking a sweat, and despite his massive weight, could keep up with her in a dead-out run. However, she refrained from stating these attributes, because Xavier didn’t know the details about some of their activities while he’d been recovering from his injury and opium addiction.Instead, she hugged her beloved and returned her head upon his chest. “Forget the First Minister. With our growing staff, we need to focus on paying cases.”“What is our case this morning about—and it had better not be another missing cat.”She nipped him for bringing up the eviscerating feline case she had taken. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”“Probably not.”She pushed off his chest, and this time, he let her go. “Well, according to Ben’s notes, someone thinks they’ve invested in a scam.” She nudged Xavier from the bed and followed him. “This one will require your involvement, because you have failed to teach me about investments.”He dared feign shock and dismay. “Not so well-trained after all, are we?”Her eyes narrowed but she kept her mouth shut. If she argued, he’d torture her with her ignorance through the entire investigation.
Book 1The Troublesome ApprenticeAmazon

Book 2The Missing PartnerAmazon
Book 3The MesmeristAmazon 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.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT LIZA O'CONNORInvestigate these sites:Liza's Blog and Website   Facebook   Twitter




What's happening in the Rest of the Month on Erotic Notions21 – Cass Peterson – One Night in San Francisco 22 – WIP23 – Mia Kerick – Random Acts24 – 31 - Fright Night Blog Hop27 – 30 – Snarkology Blog Hop30-31 - Howloween Blog Hop 

A Kept Woman on Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. Scene Set up – Derek sent Arianne up to the apartment. If she agrees to their deal, she is to send the elevator back down to him (it's his personal elevator).
She stood before the elevator doors. The moment of truth. “He seems polite. Underneath his it’s all about him bravado, there is a large portion of compassion for me. ” She reached in and pressed the button to send the car to the parking garage. “You’ve done it Arianne. You have sealed your fate.” The pounding in her chest increased every second as she wondered when would he arrive to take her.

I won't be on WWW next weekend - on a blog hop.
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 rest of the month on Erotic Notions
20 – Liza O'Connor – Cover Reveal21 – Cass Peterson – One Night in San Francisco 22 – WIP23 – Mia Kerick – Random Acts24 – 31 - Fright Night Blog Hop27 – 30 – Snarkology Blog Hop30-31 - Howloween Blog Hop   

Spotlight on New Releae - Tina Gayle's Stormy

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N8797R4
Blurb –
A widower, a divorcee, co-workers, lovers...a future together...marriage? 

Consoling each other for years over each other’s misfortune, Karen and Daniel turn a friendship into a weekend of unbridled red-hot passion. The heat between them leads to thoughts of a future together. That is… 

Until children, an ex-husband, an unexpected heart-attack, a conniving trophy-wife, guilt, and personal choices come between them. Will the heat of their passion let them break from the past and move into the future? 


Hot read for mature adults - a second chance at love.

Excerpt:
“Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.Problem, he wore only a towel.Awe, shit...she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs. Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?Desire added with the anxiety she’d already experienced on her drive here, lit her anger. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for the last two hours.”A confused frown passed over his handsome face. Instead of responding, he stepped to the bedside table. He lifted his cell phone and clicked a few buttons.Unable to contain her impatience, Karen stalked forward. He glanced up when she grew closer and showed her the phone. “I don’t understand it. I don’t show receiving any messages or calls. The signals must have gotten lost because of the storm.”She’d suspected as much. Still, she refused to let him off the hook because he could’ve contacted her before he left town. “You should’ve called me. But no...” Having endured his inability to communicate for months now, she stabbed her finger through the air at him. “You never call. You always expect me to phone you. Well, I’ve had it.”The distance closed between them and she stood inches from him. Her fingertip tapped his chest. Static electricity sparked between them and her fist unfolded. She stumbled backward.“Whoa.” Daniel caught her around the waist with one hand and held her close. His phone landed on the bed before he circled his other arm around her. His strong grip held her steady and didn’t allow her to step away. “You’re right. I guess I’m just use to...”“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it too many times. Sharon might have resented the interruptions but I’m not her. I’m never in any type of meeting that you could possibly disrupt.” Karen spread her hands over his chest and worked to maintain a smidgen of distance. Nevertheless with him so near, his warmth surrounding her in a seductive cocoon, she had to fight the urge to melt against him. “Yes, but if I called you whenever I wanted we’d never get off the phone.” The husky tone of his voice pulled her gaze upward.


Author Bio

Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loves escaping into a good romantic book.

She is currently working on two different series the Executive Wives’ Club and the Family Tree series both combine elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. Read the 1st chapter of any of her books on her website.

Home - www.tinagayle.net
Blog - www.tinagayle.blogspot.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorTinaGayle
Goodread - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1641826.Tina_Gayle
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/tina.gayle




What's happening in October on Erotic Notions

19 – Weekend Writing Warriors 20 – Liza O'Connor – Cover Reveal21 – Cass Peterson – One Night in San Francisco 22 – WIP23 – Mia Kerick – Random Acts24 – 31 - Fright Night Blog Hop27 – 30 – Snarkology Blog Hop30-31 - Howloween Blog Hop