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Sexy Red Hood - Twisted Fairy Tale on the Fairy Tale Magic Bloghop

Love...All things Fairy Tale? We're celebrating them in all their forms...originals, adaptations, twists and retellings. Sweet or steamy or a little bit twisted! Hop through all the blogs for giveaways at each stop! And don't forget to enter for the $100 Amazon gift card grand prize drawing too!

Welcome to Erotic Notions and the Fairy Tale Blog Hop. My fairy tale story - Sexy Red Hood is an erotic twisted version of Little Red Riding Hood.


Sexy Red Hood begins on a blustery Chicago winter day
  

But ends up in the sultry heat of Grand Cayman

 Sexy Red Hood
Has a meeting with her mother - R hood 


 Who tells her there's a problem with Grandma


 She sends Red to visit Grandma

With a basket of goodies

 This is the woodsman


This is the wolf

Threw in an emerald necklace just for the fun of it

Emerald necklace is stolen
 Things get a little hot


And a little sticky

Ahhhh!!!!
So there you have it -one twisted fairy tale.
Excerpt - G rated (hotter one up in free read tab)

When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, stood the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier--the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway, and marched toward her cubicle. Three steps from her destination, the word, "Esmeralda!" broke the silence. Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, turned. "Yes, Mother?" "Where have you been? I've called and called." "I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing said urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So what's the big deal?" She frowned. What could be the problem? "Oh no, is it Grandma?" Her mother threw her hands up. "Yes!" "What? What's wrong with her? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?" "She's driving me out of my mind." Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, "What's she done now?" "Not here. Come into my office." "Can I go put my coat and things—" Hearing her mother's sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and confidently strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door. Entering at the door marked R. Hood, Red had barely stepped into the office, when her mother pushed her aside, closed the door and stood before her. "Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her." Sensing So, was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life. "A man. Did you hear me?" "Yes, Mother." Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier (barrier - secret word) between mother and daughter. "I haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup." "Mom!"
 What people are saying about Sexy Red Hood



 5 Stars - I love it when authors take the old fairy tales and do modern versions of them. An example of this is the book by Daryl Devore' titled Sexy Red Hood If you like fairy tales with a great twist, this is a book for you. It is a quick, easy read that will make you want to turn the page. All the main characters are there, the Grandma, the Woodsman, the big bad Wolf, and of course Red. They are all present but not what you think of when you see their names. Devore' does a great job of having the characters come to life and keep you guessing. If you are looking for a great page turner then this is it. I look forward to reading more by this author. I would highly recommend this book.
5 Stars - Absolutely loved this story! I couldn't stop reading nor did I want to. I could feel the chemistry radiating from Will and Red! I would recommend this book to just about everyone.
5 stars - Well paced, fun plot, super hot with cool twists and turns. Finished reading in only a couple hours...couldn't stop. Loved the happily ever after! A sexy Twisted Fairy Tale!
4 stars - This little Red Riding Hood fairy-tale twist is one of the better ones I have red so far. The story had depth, good character development, good relationship development, good plot, great details and it held my attention through the entire book. Red and Will are so good together, but it would have been interesting to see exactly how they made their lives work. The climatic situation with Chopper was believable. The sexual tension was palpable and then when the sex finally came (pun intended) it was a messy satisfying affair. This is definitely a story to pick up if you like the fairy tale thing, heck and even if you don't it's a good one.
Buy Links

New Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Hood-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0055L1KJYSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66071All Romance Ebooks – http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyredhood-562333-149.htmlKobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Daryl+Devore&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=both

To win a free ecopy of Sexy Red Hood - you must - 1. The winner hereby agrees not to distribute the ebook Sexy Red Hood via email or upload to a file sharing website or via any technology presently in use or yet to be invented. Distributing ebooks is a violation of the author’s copyright, and violators would be fined and prosecuted. And besides it's rude!2. Leave you email address3. Tell me the secret word of the day.

Grand prize a $100 gift card to Amazon - that's a lot of books!!!!

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What's happening in September on Erotic Notions
19 – 22 – Fall into Romance Blog Hop 
18 - Joey Jameson - Twisted 23 – Amelia Swan- Hot and Cold24 - WIP It Up Wednesday


26 – Bobbi Romans – Iron Clad Redemption and Dead Man Rising27 - Weekend Writing Warriors29 – A.R. Cummings - 30 – Leigh Caron – Fat Girl

Twisted: A Gay Erotic Thriller by Joey Hameson

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Twisted: A Gay Erotic ThrillerBy Joey Jameson
[image error] Blurb:   Imagine another person, the mirror image of you but yet different in every way… Everly and Hadley Stone are identical twins.
Growing up the boys were inseparable, always at each other’s side and experiencing everything together as one. It seemed like nothing was strong enough to break the bond between the two brothers. Until now… On the eve of their birthday the twins meet a man who is literally to die-for, causing them both to fall helplessly at his feet. But what any unsuspecting man should know, is that wherever the Stone brothers go, trouble follows. Their story is one of secrets and lies which will have you guessing till the brutal end who’s good, and who’s very, very bad. Light or dark? Sweet or sexy? Quiet or confident? Innocent or deadly. Pick your flavour.


About the Author: Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK; a world of decadence, glamour and intrigue. He believes life is better when drizzled with naughtiness and drenched in layer upon layer of sparkling glitter. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in his twisted little mind. He is the author of “Candy from Strangers”, “Blackout” and the recently released short “Interview with the Porn Star.” Keep your eyes peeled for more titilating adventures that are yet to come.

For more on Joey Jameson, please visit www.chancespress.com. http://www.facebook.com/joeyjamesonauthor
WARNING - HOT EXCERPT!
Giveaway:  One free ebook copy per blog tour stop
Excerpt:  I writhed underneath his bulk, my raging hard-on pressing up against my jeans to the point of causing me to chafe inside my trousers. Before I could respond, he drove his tongue deep into my mouth again; hot and wet it explored, licking and sucking in a rhythmic manner. His hands moved up my muscular torso, finding their way under my top and running his fingers over the deep grooves of my abs. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation of his smooth palms making contact with my nipples. My mouth opened further, inviting him deeper inside me. Lying on his sofa, I could feel how cheap it was as the rough coiled-springs drove up uncomfortably into my back causing it to arch unwillingly and force my crotch up even further against his own.  He responded by driving his pelvis harder to meet me half-way, the sensation sending sparks of colourful pleasure dancing through my bloodstream. I opened my eyes for a moment and searched his face, trying desperately in vain to remember his name. Dan…Darryl…Donnie…Didn’t matter anyway, it wasn’t like we were going to be friends afterwards. I pushed him off me, forcing him to sit up and causing a look of hurt to flash across his features before quickly evaporating into lust as I lifted my black t-shirt off over my head; stopping only for a second to let him admire my sculpted chest before I started to unbuckle my shorts. I could feel his eyes roll over my naked torso; pausing at the broadness of my tanned shoulders and trickling down over my round pecs. I slipped a hand into the waist band of my denim cut-off shorts and let my eyes close as I grabbed my dick and adjusted it in the confines of my underwear. When I opened them he was practically drooling at the sight of me touching myself. I unzipped the crotch and nodded in his direction, silently motioning for him to get naked too. He stood and clumsily tore at his shirt, letting it fall discarded to the floor. As he fumbled with his own trousers, desperate to get back to touching my skin, I stood and let my shorts and underwear fall to the ground in a pool at my feet. He was hot. There was no denying it; similar in build to myself, same deep V definition under his abs and with just a light dusting of hair over his generously perk pectorals. The muscles in my stomach constricted as lust swept over me, and I realised just then how horny I actually was. As he swiftly removed the last of his clothing revealing a hard-on that sliced through the air like a sword as it was released, I was on him in a flash, taking his dick in my right hand and forcing him down on his tacky old sofa. He groaned in response to my grip and laid himself back with his hands behind his head. Lowering myself down I took him into my mouth, all at once I forced the muscles in my throat to relax as I led him deep inside my mouth, trailing my wet tongue down his girth. I paused for a moment as my head relaxed further and he slid obligingly even deeper until he practically grazed my tonsils. With one hand I worked the skin around his penis in a circular motion as my tongue licked and lips sucked expertly at his head. My other hand found my own cock and worked a similar motion on myself, mirroring what I was doing to him. He arched his own back now, driving him further inside me as his hips began pumping slowly into my face. I responded by gently grazing my teeth up and down his shaft once, sending him the message to chill the fuck out. He half-groaned and half-laughed as he got the hint that I was in charge. “Fuck yeah, baby, keep doing that.”My mouth sucked harder and harder, my tongue licking and spitting as it went to town on his smooth glistening mushroom head. My own strokes became shallower as I began to feel the orgasm building inside me causing my own cock to moisten. “Jesus, you give good head,” he whispered as he took my head in his hands and knotted his fingers in my dark hair. I loved dirty talk. The filthier the better. The more a guy talks smut to me the fucking hornier I get. I groaned in response, my desire boiling up inside of me and coming out in grunts through my stuffed mouth. Chances Press:  http://www.chancespress.com/joey.htmlAmazon:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M3MQ6R4?btkr=1Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/461119

GIVEAWAY - To enter to win the ebook, readers should leave a comment. One commentor will be drawn to win at each stop at the end of the tour.




What's happening in September on Erotic Notions15 – 22 – Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop – Sexy Red Hood18 – Joey Jamieson - Twisted19 – 22 – Fall into Romance Blog Hop 23 – Amelia Swan- Hot and Cold24 - WIP It Up Wednesday25 – Shannon Leigh – Deconstructing Lila27 - Weekend Writing Warriors29 – A.R. Cummings - 30 – Leigh Caron – Fat Girl

Twisted Fairy Tale - Sexy Red Hood - on the Fairy Tale Magic BlogHop

 Love...All things Fairy Tale? We're celebrating them in all their forms...originals, adaptations, twists and retellings. Sweet or steamy or a little bit twisted! Hop through all the blogs for giveaways at each stop! And don't forget to enter for the $100 Amazon gift card grand prize drawing too!

Welcome to Erotic Notions and the Fairy Tale Blog Hop. My fairy tale story - Sexy Red Hood is an erotic twisted version of Little Red Riding Hood.


Sexy Red Hood begins on a blustery Chicago winter day
  
But ends up in the sultry heat of Grand Cayman

 Sexy Red Hood
Has a meeting with her mother - R hood   
 Who tells her there's a problem with Grandma


 She sends Red to visit Grandma

With a basket of goodies

 This is the woodsman


This is the wolf

Threw in an emerald necklace just for the fun of it

Emerald necklace is stolen
 Things get s little hot


And a little sticky


Ahhhh!!!!
So there you have it -one twisted fairy tale.
Excerpt - G rated (hotter one up in free read tab)

When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, stood the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier--the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway, and marched toward her cubicle. Three steps from her destination, the word, "Esmeralda!" broke the silence. Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, turned. "Yes, Mother?" "Where have you been? I've called and called." "I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing said urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So what's the big deal?" She frowned. What could be the problem? "Oh no, is it Grandma?" Her mother threw her hands up. "Yes!" "What? What's wrong with her? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?" "She's driving me out of my mind." Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, "What's she done now?" "Not here. Come into my office." "Can I go put my coat and things—" Hearing her mother's sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and confidently (confidently - secret word) strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door. Entering at the door marked R. Hood, Red had barely stepped into the office, when her mother pushed her aside, closed the door and stood before her. "Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her." Sensing So, was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life. "A man. Did you hear me?" "Yes, Mother." Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter. "I haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup." "Mom!"
 What people are saying about Sexy Red Hood



 5 Stars - I love it when authors take the old fairy tales and do modern versions of them. An example of this is the book by Daryl Devore' titled Sexy Red Hood If you like fairy tales with a great twist, this is a book for you. It is a quick, easy read that will make you want to turn the page. All the main characters are there, the Grandma, the Woodsman, the big bad Wolf, and of course Red. They are all present but not what you think of when you see their names. Devore' does a great job of having the characters come to life and keep you guessing. If you are looking for a great page turner then this is it. I look forward to reading more by this author. I would highly recommend this book.
5 Stars - Absolutely loved this story! I couldn't stop reading nor did I want to. I could feel the chemistry radiating from Will and Red! I would recommend this book to just about everyone.
5 stars - Well paced, fun plot, super hot with cool twists and turns. Finished reading in only a couple hours...couldn't stop. Loved the happily ever after! A sexy Twisted Fairy Tale!
4 stars - This little Red Riding Hood fairy-tale twist is one of the better ones I have red so far. The story had depth, good character development, good relationship development, good plot, great details and it held my attention through the entire book. Red and Will are so good together, but it would have been interesting to see exactly how they made their lives work. The climatic situation with Chopper was believable. The sexual tension was palpable and then when the sex finally came (pun intended) it was a messy satisfying affair. This is definitely a story to pick up if you like the fairy tale thing, heck and even if you don't it's a good one.
Buy Links

New Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Hood-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0055L1KJYSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66071All Romance Ebooks – http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyredhood-562333-149.htmlKobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Daryl+Devore&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=both

To win a free ecopy of Sexy Red Hood - you must - 1. The winner hereby agrees not to distribute the ebook Sexy Red Hood via email or upload to a file sharing website or via any technology presently in use or yet to be invented. Distributing ebooks is a violation of the author’s copyright, and violators would be fined and prosecuted. And besides it's rude!2. Leave you email address3. Tell me the secret word of the day.

Grand prize a $100 gift card to Amazon - that's a lot of books!!!!

Entry-Form

To be eligible for the grand prize - leave your email address.

Link back to rest of hoppers - in case I screwed up the linky code


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What's happening in September on Erotic Notions
19 – 22 – Fall into Romance Blog Hop 
18 - Joey Jameson - Twisted 23 – Amelia Swan- Hot and Cold24 - WIP It Up Wednesday27 - Weekend Writing Warriors29 – A.R. Cummings - 30 – Leigh Caron – Fat Girl

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 – Arianne has accepted the job as billionaire, Derek Davenport's diversion and has gone to a coffee shop to meet him. He introduces himself.
Her knees gave way and she settled herself on the small coffee shop chair. “I recognized you when you entered,” he said as he held out his hand. “I’m Derek." Arianne released the coffee mug and placed her trembling hand into his. He turned it over and kissed the back it. “Nice to meet you, Arianne. We can spend the time here talking. Or we can go to the apartment.”

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.
I won't be on Weekend Writing Warriors next weekend – sad face – I'll be on a blog hop – happy face.Link to WWW - www.wewriwa.com


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Book Blitz for Nhys Glover's The Gladiator's Bride

Title: The Gladiator’s BrideAuthor: Nhys GloverRelease Date: November 1st Genre: Historical Romance
 Blurb:
            Crippled by shyness, shunned for being not-right-in-the-head, gifted artist and Roman noblewoman, Marcia Mica, has only two people in the world who truly love her – her teacher, Daedalus, and her childhood friend, Asterion, both slaves in her father’s household. But when forbidden love blooms between the unlikely friends, only disaster can come of it. That disaster leaves Marcia horribly scarred and Asterion sold into the arena as a gladiator. 
            Years later, Daedalus brings a broken Marcia to Britannia, and Sabrina, the healer who saved his life when he was a boy, works miracles on the scarred girl. However, not all scars are physical and those Sabrina has no ability to heal. 
            When Sabrina and Marcia are kidnapped by a Celtic leader bent on revenge, Asterion must depend on the dreams of a Celtic Seer to find the love of his life and help foil a revolt that threatens the fragile peace in Roman Britannia. But even if he and his friends succeed, can scars that are more than just physical ever really be healed and can those whose lives are owned by others ever truly be free to follow their hearts? 
 Here is the link to the book trailer: http://youtu.be/CHT13QQMukM
Author bio:After a lifetime of teaching others to appreciate the written word, Aussie author Nhys Glover finally decided to make the most of the Indie Book Revolution to get her own written word out to the world. Now, with almost 100,000 of her ebooks downloaded internationally and a winner of 2013 SFR Galaxy Award for 'The Titan Drowns', Nhys finds her words, too, are being appreciated.
At home in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales of England, Nhys these days spends most of her time "living the dream" by looking out over the moors as she writes the kind of novels she loves to read: The ones that are a little bit steamy, a little bit different and wholly romantic.
Author and Buy Links: http://www.nhysglover.comhttp://www.facebook.com/nhysgloverauthorhttp://www.twitter.com/nhysgloverhttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MS48TCC
Excerpt:

Excerpt: (1,000 words)As he took the shortcut through the forest, heading for home, a shadow flitted through the trees and appeared at his side. He was so shocked by her sudden appearance that he dropped the sack of flour.
‘Marcie, what are you doing here?’ he demanded as he tried to get his heartbeat under control again. ‘You shouldn’t be out here alone.’
‘You were with heragain, weren’t you?’ Her delicately beautiful face was twisted in fury, honey-brown eyes flashing fire at him.
‘What? Who? What are you talking about? Don’t come up on me like that. I might have hurt you.’
‘That widow. The one the boys all talk about. I heard them. They think I don’t understand, but I do. You go to her house and do things to her!’ Her accusations stung and he felt guilt morph instantly into fury.
‘Mind your own business. It’s nothing to do with you!’ He slung the flour-sack onto his back again and stomped off down the narrow trail.
‘Don’t you talk to me like that, Asterion! You’re my slave and I have the right to know what you’re doing with your time. You aren’t free to go where you like, see who you like!’ she snarled at him.
He stopped and looked down at her in shock. In the last year he’d grown taller by almost a head than she was. Now, the year’s difference in their age seemed insignificant. In fact, after spending time with the widow, he felt much older and more worldly-wise than she was. Marcie was still a child, even though her sixteen-year-old body said otherwise. This little display of temper only went to prove it.
‘Oh sorry, mistress, I forgot my place for a moment. Of course you have the right to know that I’ve been sharing the widow’s bed. Do you want the details? How I make her scream and pant? How she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth?’ He knew he was stepping over the line, but so had she.
 Their relative stations in life had always been ignored by mutual, unspoken agreement. They’d always been equals. But now, by throwing his servitude in his face, she’d crossed the line. She’d showed him how she really saw him. How beneath her he really was.
Marcie’s mouth dropped open and he was immediately aware of the seductive draw of it. Those red lips were so full and sweet, covering perfect white teeth that looked just like rows of pearls. By brushing back a stray tendril of glossy brown hair, she drew his eye to the seductive softness of it, made him itch to bury his fingers in its lengths.
But honey-brown eyes that were usually filled with warmth when they gazed at him were now wide with astonishment and pain. And he suddenly realised what he’d done.
In that moment, he wanted to call back the words and go back in time to do this all again.
‘She sucked what?’ she gasped, her cheeks flaming red.
‘Nothing. Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. You just made me mad. Let’s get home. Daedalus will be wondering what happened to you.’
‘He’s gone to the coast to check on our cargo. Pater went with him,’ she said absently, clearly not focused on the information she was imparting.
‘Then it’s me who has to get back. I’ll be in trouble if I’m much later.’
‘You wouldn’t be, if you hadn’t gone to her. How could you? How…How could you?’ Her eyes filled with tears and his heart felt sick in his chest. In that moment, he wanted to cut off his cock for making him cause her this pain.
‘Marcie, don’t. You don’t understand. I’m a man now. I…I have needs I can’t control. The widow helps me. Haven’t you noticed the difference in me the last few months?’ He was almost pleading with her for forgiveness. And that was stupid. What had he done wrong except take an hour a week for himself? He deserved that, didn’t he?
‘Yes, I’ve noticed. You look so smug and cocky, swaggering around the place. The boys say you’ve got too big for your own sandals now. They say that the widow has played with more than your prick. She’s played with your head. Made you think you’re better than them.’‘I am better than them. And it didn’t take the widow to make me know it. What do you want from me Marcie? Tell me – ’
She launched herself at him so fast that he again dropped the sack of flour. Her tightly closed lips butted against his in a fiercely innocent kiss. It smashed her teeth into his, cutting his lip, and it felt nothing like the soft, seductive caresses the widow gave him.
But it was like putting a naked flame to tinder. Like a lightning strike to a tree. The very fact that her lips were sealed to his blew every thought from his head and brought his cock to instant, painful attention. Blood pounded in his ears, his legs grew weak. Air evaporated from his lungs.
Fighting for control, he pushed her away. ‘What are you doing? Stop!’
‘You don’t have to go to her. If kissing is what you want, I can give you that. You don’t have to go to her!’
‘Yes I do!’
‘Why? Aren’t I good enough for you?’
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her in fury. His head felt ready to explode.
‘I need more than kisses! Don’t you get it? We aren’t children anymore. And I need more than friendship and kisses. And you can’t give me what I need. You’re the little mistress and I’m the slave. They’d cut off my balls if I so much as looked at you the wrong way!’
Her eyes filled with tears again and she sobbed so hard it felt like her searing pain came from his own chest. Looking at her hurt too much, so he dragged her into his arms and pressed her to his aching heart.



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Spotlight on Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #paranormal

Out Now – Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #erotica #romance #paranormal #ghost
Blurb:Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.PLEASE NOTE: This is a revised and extended of a previously published title, Love Through Time.Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22911436-timeless-desire*****Excerpt: Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive towards the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. What’s more, she’d been invited. She had a job to do.An elderly lady stood in the porch smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the property. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to get in. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single stone step to the threshold of the front porch, she took the hand that had already been offered to her.Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her advancing age, she was far from past it, “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”“I am,” replied Emily, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?” Not a volunteer, then, but a paid member of staff.Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”“Oh no,” said Emily, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs.  Thompson up the wrong way, “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious, that’s all. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson, although I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily almost sagged with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me some historical tidbits throughout the time I’m here?”Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”*****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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Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #wipitup

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

Set Up – Last week, I set it up that Brawnyn was cast out by her family and arrived in a strange new land. She is an innocent and knows nothing of the ways of the world.

She combed Branwyn’s long red-brown tresses, wrapped them into a tight bun then secured the hair in place with gold pins. She selected a soft-brown gown, trimmed with white lace and silver beads and handed it to her dune. "I will return and escort you to Duna Trea." Dressed in her gown and a pair of white sandals, Branwyn stepped to her window to see some of her new home. Her room overlooked a courtyard. Leah walked toward a man. He held something in one hand while he pointed to a strange chair. Leah faced and bent over the chair. The man lifted her skirts and tossed them over her head. Branwyn gasped and closed her eyes. Leah’s bare bottom was exposed for all to see. She steeled herself, opened her eyes and immediately snapped them shut. The man paddled Leah’s naked bottom! The courtyard was silent, except for the crack of wood on bare flesh. Where were Leah’s howls of pain and protestation? This was never done in public, and certainly not to a grown woman. Only a young child was spanked, and yet Leah accepted her treatment. Branwyn placed her hand on her chest. Her heart pounded. She felt warm and dizzy. Was she suddenly ill? Holding the window ledge, she peered back out. The spanking had ceased and the white flesh of Leah’s buttocks glowed a ripe rosy pink. Leah turned to face her beater and dropped to her knees. She appeared to be repeatedly asking for forgiveness as her head bobbed up and down. He must not be impressed, as he grabbed the sides of her head and shook her harder. With a loud grunt, he forgave her. Leah stood, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, adjusted her skirts and walked back across the courtyard. Fanning herself, Branwyn sat on the edge of her bed and calmed herself. The air is very warm. I feel as if I may swoon. Why would Leah allow that to happen? She is not a child. And to have her…her…for all to see. It should not be. Leah knocked on her door. "Are you ready dune?" Curiosity is a hard thing to contain, but Branwyn knew her duty. It was time to meet her hostess. She would question Leah later. The castle was large and quiet, and they passed no one in the torch-lit halls. After trailing behind Leah up a long curving staircase, Branwyn paused as Leah opened the door and indicated the way. Branwyn stepped into a vast room with a wood floor. She looked about. Many tapestries hung on the walls. One displayed heroic soldiers crushing an enemy and another portrayed a mother suckling a child by a stream. Others confused Branwyn. On the floor, mounds of pillows were scattered about and a few chairs. Duna Trea appeared, as if from nowhere. "Good morning Dune Branwyn. I trust you slept well and have recovered from your journey." She dropped into a deep curtsy. "Oh yes, Duna Trea. I am quite rested." "Leah serves you well?" "Yes, though we struggle with confusions over language and customs." "Sit down, Dune Branwyn." Duna Trea pointed to a smaller chair as she settled onto a velvet-cushioned one. She ran her hand down the sides of her dress smoothing out the wrinkles. In her youth, the blackness of her dress would have matched the color of her, now speckled with grey, hair. "We must converse. It is time to explain to you why you are here." "I know I have been given to a man. I understand my duty to my uncle and aunt. They raised me and I have been a burden to them. It is time I—" Duna Trea raised her hand. "That is not why. It is because of your wondrous beauty. Are not your cousins of a plainer state? It is most simple. You were gotten rid of. With your smooth, fair skin, bright green eyes, long, thick hair and full, healthy breasts, your uncle saw no chance for a good match for his daughters. " Branwyn started to speak but stopped. She bit her bottom lip to cease its trembling. Duna Trea continued, "A very rich man purchased you and he demands that you be trained to satisfy his specific tastes." "I served my aunt. I was a dutiful niece and learned to cook, sew, play the spinet, read and embroider. People have told me I have an enchanting voice and I know many songs. I am an accomplished young lady." "Those are not the skills your master wishes." "I…I understand there are needs of the bed, but those my husband will teach me." Blood rushed to Branwyn's cheeks at the vaguest mention of husband-wife relations. The duna shook her head. "Listen, Dune Branwyn. You must learn total obedience. You are now a dune. To become a duna you must lose all inhibitions." "When will I become a duna?" "When you’re taken." "Taken where?" Duna Trea sighed. "Not taken where, child, taken how. When a man takes you. When that which makes you a dune is lost, you become a duna." Trea continued, "Did no one teach you anything about relations between a man and a woman?" Branwyn shook her head. "It is not right to speak of these things. One must be pure on one’s…" Trea brushed a stray hair from her face. "When a young girl becomes ripe she must learn to serve. You have much to understand. You cannot properly serve your master without knowing the ways of your body or his. Your instruction begins tomorrow." (I won't be here next week - on a blog hop)




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Sharon Struth's Share the Moon Spotlighted on Erotic Notions

Title: Share the MoonGenre: Contemporary RomancePublisher: Kensington Books/Lyrical PressNumber of Pages: 285Release Date: August 4, 2014
Blurb:
"Heart-tugging small town romance with real emotion.  Struth is an author to watch!"—Laura Drake, author of RITA-award winning The Sweet Spot
Sometimes trust is the toughest lesson to learn.
Sophie Shaw is days away from signing a contract that will fulfill her dream of owning a vineyard. For her, it’s a chance to restart her life and put past tragedies to rest. But Duncan Jamieson’s counter offer blows hers out to sea.
Duncan still finds Sophie as appealing as he had during boyhood vacations to the lake. Older and wiser now, he has his own reasons for wanting the land. His offer, however, hinges on a zoning change approval.
Bribery rumors threaten the deal and make Sophie wary of Duncan, yet she cannot deny his appeal. When her journalistic research uncovers a Jamieson family secret, trust becomes the hardest lesson for them both.
Author Bio:Sharon Struth is an award-winning author who believes it’s never too late for a second chance in love or life. When she’s not writing, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail. Sharon writes from the small town of Bethel, Connecticut, the friendliest place she’s ever lived. For more information, including where to find her other novels and published essays, please visit her at www.sharonstruth.com
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GczH6uBi1og
Buy Links: Amazon  Barnes & Noble  Kensington Books  Kobo Google Books
Other Links:Website: www.sharonstruth.comMusings from the Middle Ages & More: www.sharonstruth.wordpress.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sharon-Struth-Author-Page/139641182749036?focus_composer=true&ref_type=bookmark
Twitter: @sharonstruth
Excerpt
“Manhattan.”
Sophie adjusted her crooked scarf. “Living here will be a big change.”
“I know. I’ve always loved this place, though.” Duncan reached out and tenderly brushed a leaf off Sophie’s shoulder. His gaze flowed down her body like a slow trickleof water.
An unexpected burn raced up her cheeks.
He lifted his brows. “Hey, I never knew the lake went by another name. The town website said the original name came from an old Native American word.”
She nodded. “Puttacawmaumschuckmaug Lake.” The long name rolled off her tongue with ease, the pronunciation a rite of passage for anyone born and raised around the body of water. “It either means ‘at the large fishing place near the rock’ or ‘huge rock on the border.’”
“What?” He chuckled. “Puttamaum…”
She shook her head and repeated the difficult word. “Puttacawsch—”
“Nope. It’s a toughie. That’s why a reporter who visited here at the turn of the century suggested in his column we change the name. He said the water’s beauty was as rare as a blue moon, and the phrase stuck.”
He grinned, easy and confident. “My kids will love this place.”
Kids? Sophie buried her disappointment. “Are you and your wife looking at the other towns bordering the water?”
“No. I like Northbridge. Oh, and I’m not married,” he said matter-of-factly. His gaze arm-twisted her for a response.


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Spotlight on Adriana Kraft's Willow Smoke

Spotlight on Willow Smoke by Adriana KraftJust released! Book Three in the Riders Up series by Adriana Kraft


Willow Smoke (Riders Up, Book Three)September 1, 2014, B&B Publishing
ISBN: 978-0-9907476-0-4
ASIN: B00N0DH13I
Romantic Suspense
Heat rating: three flames (explicit sex, m/f)
Cover by Rebecca Poole Dreams2Media
BLURBWhen the chips are down, there's nobody there. Willowy blond Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra but is unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood's urgent pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad debt and is thrust into Daisy's world. She teaches him about horse racing; he teaches her about love. When Daisy's seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick's safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she still want him?
REVIEWFive stars at Goodreads “…dreams can become reality, love can transcend age… Exciting, engaging and very entertaining story. The character interplay is spot on and the story is extremely well written.” Donna H.
BUY LINK http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N0DH13I
When the Chips are Down, There’s Nobody There Daisy Matthews grew up on the streets of Chicago, and if she learned anything, it was that she could count on no one to help her, ever. She knows she has to tough it out, protect herself, and when necessary, protect anyone she cares about. All by herself. No one else will do it for her.

Hubs and I have loved writing Daisy and her story. We first introduced her in Cassie’s Hope (Riders Up, Book One) – she’s the teenage waif in the group home where Cassie worked before she went back to training horses. We’ve known so many kids like her across our social service and academic careers. There’s a special kind of resilience that comes from growing up that way; kids who don’t develop it probably don’t make it, and we’ve known some of those, too.

She doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother, who died of an overdose when Daisy was little, was a prostitute. Fortunately for Daisy, her rock-solid grandmother took her in, but that grandmother died when Daisy was eleven. Unadoptable for whatever reason, she ended up in a group home through her early teenage years, until Cassie and Clint Travers became her foster parents.

We’ve dedicated this book to two of our ancestors who faced severe social stigma more than a century ago: my great grandfather, who was born to an unmarried teenage logging camp cook in the Pennsylvania mountains, and hubby’s great grandmother, a quarter-blood Cherokee in an era when the family tried to hide that information out of shame.

Maybe we gave Daisy an extra boost when we paired her with a handsome wealthy hunk in his early forties, but we think she deserves a bang-up happy ending for her determination, grit, and courage in the face of present day social stigma. We hope you’ll agree.
EXCERPT“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they had been two hours earlier.

It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss said when he promoted her to assistant trainer.

Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

RainbowBlaze took a step forward. “I know.” Daisy groaned. “Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I got lost daydreaming.You’re right. Taking care of you is an important job.” She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”

“Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?”

The horse reared and pawed. “It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept her voice soft and ran her hand slowly along the mare’s neck.

When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He looked liked he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.
ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFTAdriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.
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Erotic Notions 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 – Arianne has accepted the job as billionaire, Derek Davenport's diversion and is about to meet him for the first time.To stop the trembling in her hands, she firmly gripped the coffee mug. Her knees were weak as she crossed the coffee shop floor. She apologized as she bounced off two customers. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder. The door was not that far away. She could make it.She glanced his way. Her eyes locked onto two ice blue spheres.


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


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