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January 13, 2014

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Published on January 13, 2014 14:38 • 51 views

January 8, 2014

Hello my darling ones,

In case you haven't read the posts on Twitter, Facebook or Linked--Blood, Lust and Erotica has moved to a new coffin, I ahm mean home.

It still contains all the same things you have grown to love and expect from here with a few things more and hopefully an easier way to find it.

Please bookmark so you can continue to keep up-todate with the reviews, interviews, guest posts, giveaways and so on.

See you over at our new home.

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Published on January 08, 2014 22:33 • 30 views

January 3, 2014

I hope everyone has been well and truly spoiled over this holiday period. But above all, safe and happy!

There are a few things I would like to share with you today, the first being that I am currently working on a website. Yes I am finally biting the bullet and going to go for a website as blogger doesn't allow me as much flexibility with the set out. I'm not saying that it hasn't been worth my time and effort as it has but it now time for Blood, Lust and Erotica to spread its wings and grow. So stay tuned for further updates on my success or lack there of a getting a webpage going lol

Next on my list of things to share (checks personal notes) I am aiming for one book review per month, more if they aren't too long or I get bogged down in them *giggles*

And last but not least....I am going to organize my time more efficiently and do more writing. Updates will occur when it happens with an occasional excerpt from WIP.

Now for today's news!
You will find on the right hand side the new BTS eMag (can't wait to read it over a nice cup of tea) plus I have below a copy of an email that has been sent from Myra Nour, one of the wonderful team members from BTS eMag with some extraordinary information for authors regarding promotion in February.
Please read through it and if you are interested, contact the team at BTS eMag (Links provided below)

So until next posting my darling ones,
Take care and play nice. If you can't play nice will you at least make sure that you provide me with a video of it *wink*

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is our Cover author for the February issue. If you haven't heard of her, Jasinda averages 100,000 book sells each month!! Not only has she written books that are winners, but Jasinda seems to have her promotions down pat.

Jasinda plans on promoting her feature and we are hoping to have many of her fans drop by to check out the issue. So don't miss this opportunity to get your ad or feature into the Feb BTS Book Reviews magazine.


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Published on January 03, 2014 03:11 • 47 views

December 21, 2013

Hello my darling ones, Well it isn't that long until the jolly fellow in the bright red suit, sneaks into our homes, leaving presents in return for a plate of cookies and a nice drink . Keeping that in mind, I thought I would write a "naughty" version of The Night Before Christmas. I wish you all and your loved ones, a very safe and happy holiday and will return in the new year. Thank you to everyone who has supported Blood, Lust and Erotica over the past 12 months. I look forward to bringing you more new and established authors book blitzes, interviews, guest posts and reviews, and with any luck updates on my own writing. So for the final time for 2013, sit back, get yourself a cup or two of cheer and read on!

T'was the night before Christmas,when all through the dungeon,Not a creature was stirring, no vibrators were plunging.All the submissives were cuffed on their crosses with care,In hope that their Master's soon would be there.
The Masters and Mistresses were all snug in their beds,While visions of discipline danced in their heads.And the Lord of the castle stroked his whip with relish,Anticipating the redness he was about to embellish.
When out at the stables there arose such a clatter,I jumped to my feet to see what was the matter.I ran to the window, the sill I did grasp,Looked through the curtain and gave a loud gasp.
The moon it shone on the new-fallen snowBrightening up the objects below.My eyes opened wide, at the site I did see,A sexy Domme, tethering eight pony boys to a tree.

Such graceful movements, it made my pussy leak,That I knew in a moment it was Mistress Nick.Cracking her whip against their big hard dicks, I heard her exclaim,As she commanded, and ordered, and called them by name!
"Now Able! now, Daniel! now, Peter and Vincent!
On, Thomas! On, Collin! on David and Trent!Come for me, come for me, do it right now!Good pony boys! Good pony boys! Good pony boys all!"

I watched in amazement as they all took their spots,Pawing the ground, their heads held high, as they began to trot. .The pride on their faces was glorious to view,With a sleigh full of goodies, and Mistress Nick too.
And then, in an instant, I heard on the driveThe prancing and pawing of well shod hooves, as each of the pony boys took five.Eager and excited, I  turned around,When through the front door, Mistress Nick came with a bound.
She was dressed all in leather, from the tip of her toes to just under her chinHer clothes encased her body, like a second skinA bundle of goodies she flung to the ground,Pursing her lips she looked all around.
Her eyes-how they gleamed! her lips looked so inviting!Her breasts were rounded, her nipples I could imagine biting!In perfect proportion, the curves of her body did flow,What skin I could see, was as white as the snow. .A cigarette holder she held between her teeth,And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath.Her face was unique, with a little pert nose,That crinkled when she laughed, in a cute little pose!
She was commanding and powerful, assured of herself,And I quivered with lust when I saw her, in spite of myself!A wink of her eye and cocking her head,Soon had me fantasizing about what she would be like in bed!
She spoke not one word, but went straight to her job,Laying out vibrators, and strap-ons, whips and cuffs, paddles  and, dildos with great big knobs.Finished she went back to the doorway,Where she paused and turned, blowing a kiss my way.
Climbing into her sleigh, and cracked her whip,She caused the pony boys to take off with a clop and a clip.In the stillness of the night, I heard her call out,"Horny Christmas to you all, and to all a good-night!"


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Published on December 21, 2013 10:27 • 27 views

December 18, 2013

Random Acts of Trust by Julia KentFrom New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent comes the newest book in the Random series...Giving up is hard...but giving in is even harder.When did my life become a demented episode from The Mindy Project?Moving to Boston to begin grad school meant I was supposed to start a new life -- not dig through a past I thought I'd left behind four years ago. But when I saw the poster for Random Acts of Crazy, all I could think about was the drummer, Sam Hinton, the boy I'd loved in high school and who disappeared with my heart.Who knew I'd become the living version of Magic Mike?Seeing Amy Smithson at my gig and watching her win a kiss from my bandmate, Liam, was a gut punch. Four years ago we squared off in a high school debate that had higher stakes than we ever imagined, and here I was...wanting what I'd walked away from. Are there too many secrets between us to allow her to trust me again?And can I trust myself?The second book in the Random series after the wildly successful New York Times and USA Today bestseller Random Acts of Crazy, Random Acts of Trust is a New Adult romantic comedy that explores the love between one man, one woman, and ends with one Happily Ever After (and no cliffhangers or chickens!). Fate took their lives by storm four years ago and put an unbreachable gulf between Sam and Amy. This 87,000 word/346 printed page book asks: Can time really heal all wounds...or are some scars too deep?
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*****Bio:New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent turned to writing contemporary romance after deciding that life is too short not to have fun. She writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.

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 Get on over to Julia Kent's website no later than tomorrow to be in the running for her 
Details are on Julia's site and closes on December 20th 2013.

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Published on December 18, 2013 22:00 • 28 views

December 15, 2013

Good morning my darling ones, Today Blood, Lust and Erotica is proud to be helping the gorgeous Lucy Felthouse, promote her newest, naughty anthology. So sit back and read the tasty little tidbits Lucy is teasing us with.
Girls Rule, Boys Drool by Lucy FelthouseBlurb:Three lesbian erotic short stories from popular writer Lucy Felthouse.
Girls Rule, Boys DroolBoyish dyke Toni is working at the local golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa. She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls rule and boys drool.Making An ImpressionJoely’s holiday has consisted mainly of chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots. That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same side as her.Fear as an AphrodisiacGirlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again, Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.
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*****Excerpt:Finally, Nikki and Sonya found the turning off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led to the next street along. Glancing at one another, it seemed both girls suspected they were in the wrong place—despite the name of the alleyway—but as they headed along the close, they came across more signage and discovered they were wrong. The signs proclaimed that they were indeed at The Real Mary King’s Close, and this time they exchanged a relieved look and moved inside the tourist attraction.After paying their money, they were put into a group that was already waiting, and after a few minutes was called to attention by a member of staff. The young man, dressed in incredibly old-fashioned attire welcomed them to the attraction and gave some brief information about what they should expect from the tour, as well as some health and safety spiel.Then they were ushered deeper into the building and down some stairs. Another peculiarly-dressed actor met them and gave his talk. The group soon learned that Mary King’s Close had been a town of sorts, a collection of streets and houses, named after the most prominent local—Mary King. It had functioned well, this part of Edinburgh—in its day. But it had also befallen hard times and tragedy, including the Black Death. It was rumoured that people affected had been bricked into their houses to prevent the disease spreading further. It had never been confirmed nor denied, but the very idea sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.As they advanced into the underground town—now covered over by modern Edinburgh—they learned more about the inhabitants, their lives and, in some cases, their deaths. By the time they were shown the shrine of a young girl, covered with offerings both old and new, Nikki was clinging onto Sonya’s arm so hard that the other girl gave her a nudge.“Oi, you’re hurting me! What’s the matter with you?”“Sorry,” Nikki replied. “I’m getting a little creeped out, that’s all.”“A little? The way you’re squeezing my arm, I’m beginning to think you’ve seen a ghost or something.”“I said I’m sorry. God. Don’t you think it’s spooky down here?”A meaningful glance from the tour guide shut them up. Nikki dropped her hand to Sonya’s and held it. The group continued through the subterranean labyrinth, listening to more tales of the past, the things that had happened within the very place they stood, over four hundred years ago.Some periods of total darkness with recounts of history later, and Nikki was a nervous wreck. She’d always had an overactive imagination, and although she’d never seen a ghost—despite Sonya’s words—she believed in them and was really succumbing to the eeriness of the ancient place. She had gotten to the stage where she fully expected to see the spectre of little Annie—having left the site of her shrine—peering around a corner, beckoning to her. Or the chilly finger of a plague victim trailing down the back of her neck. She grew so paralyzed with fear that she fell silent and didn’t take in a word of the rest of the excursion—simply holding onto Sonya’s hand as they walked through the rooms and tunnels.When they eventually emerged into the outside world once more, Nikki heaved a sigh of relief. “Sonya, darling, take me for a drink, now. A stiff one. A double vodka and coke sounds perfect right now. Maybe even a triple.”“Were you really that scared?” The other woman looked disbelieving.“What do you mean, were? I still bloody am. I’m sure I’d have found it interesting if I wasn’t so busy being terrified. I’m surprised I didn’t wet myself.”“Aww, babe.” Sonya pulled the other girl into her arms. “I didn’t realise you hated it that much. We could have left if I’d known.”“No,” Nikki shook her head. “It’s okay, I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I just got to the stage where I blocked it all out. But I’d still really like a drink, if you don’t mind.”Sonya gently pushed Nikki against the wall of the alleyway and hugged her once more. “Okay, we’ll go for a drink soon. Let me hold you for a few minutes, first.”The other girl said nothing, just relaxed into her lover’s embrace and slowly, very slowly, felt the fear ebbing away. With not a small amount of horror, she realised that she was turned on. Her knickers were damp and sticking to her, and the heat emanating from between her legs was unmistakable. What the actual fuck? She kept quiet, instead nuzzling into Sonya’s neck and pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there.“Ooh,” Sonya said, shuddering, “that was lovely. What was that for?”“For being nice.” Nikki’s voice was muffled, and she kissed her girlfriend again.“Hey,” Sonya said, grabbing Nikki’s hands and squeezing them, “you’d better stop that, otherwise I’m going to get turned on. And that’s the last thing you want right now. I’m trying to be understanding here, sweetheart.”Nikki came to the conclusion that she didn’t mind if Sonya got turned on, not at all. In fact, some sexy fun might just take her mind off the creepy underground place they’d just visited. It was damn weird that being scared had turned her on, but the more she thought about it, the more she figured it kinda made sense. Nothing, in her opinion, was scarier than death, and the French word for orgasm translated to ‘the little death’—so it was widely accepted that sex and death were connected. Sex was about life, death was about, well, death. So, in an attempt to stop thinking about things that confused the hell out of her, she was going to embrace life, wholeheartedly. And if that meant experiencing the little death, then so be it.“I don’t mind,” she whispered into Sonya’s ear.“What do you mean, sweetie?” Sonya replied, grabbing her shoulders and moving her back so she could look at her face. “You don’t mind what?”“I don’t mind you getting turned on.”
*****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 eighty 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, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Published on December 15, 2013 23:05 • 32 views

December 11, 2013

One FleshBy Annabeth Leong
Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.
As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it's something that Rosalie has never done either.
The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they've never formed with anyone else. They've never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.
"I'll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order," Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. "Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can't get a straight answer out of them about it."
Her fiancée smiled indulgently. "Better yet. I'll go in person on my lunch break, and they won't know what hit them."
"Great." Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She'd wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. "That's got to be enough for now."
Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She'd changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover's curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.
"We can't quit planning yet," Rosalie said. "We haven't discussed the most important thing, and it's coming up soon."
Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. "We've talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don't see what we're—"
"The wedding night," Rosalie purred. "We haven't discussed that at all."
There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie's makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman's soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She'd been forced to come back later, not that she'd minded.
Now that she'd figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover's passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. "We've reserved our hotel room the night of. We've got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order."
"The wedding night," Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia's teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word "night" and run with it. "The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel."
"You mean to take a good, long nap? I'm sure we'll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too." Leticia couldn't resist continuing the act.
"Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed." Now Rosalie colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the screen of her makeup.
Leticia composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. "Oh, are you talking about sex?" A giggle threatened to slip through at Rosalie's incredulous, exasperated expression. "I don't know. I've read tons of articles about how people get so exhausted from all the things leading up to a wedding that they don't even really want to have sex by the time the day is done. We'll have plenty of time for that later in the honeymoon, won't we?"
"Don't even really want to have sex," Rosalie repeated slowly, as if the phrase was a math problem and she couldn't quite work it out. Her forehead wrinkled in utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia. Realization dawned on Rosalie's face. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tossed it at her. They'd both collapsed in giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to the floor beside Leticia.
Leticia allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She crawled the short space to Rosalie's chair and raised one brown foot to her lips. Leticia did enjoy a little foot worship now and then, but her current mood was far from reverent. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her mouth over Rosalie's polished big toe. She licked until Rosalie's breathing changed, confused between laughter and moaning. Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole of Rosalie's foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a powerful raspberry.
Rosalie squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet, ticklish vibrations. Rosalie's foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept hold easily. She had plenty of practice restraining patients, which happened to have fun applications at home.
Rosalie writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry, but cut her eyes up as much as she dared. She didn't want to miss the sight of her lover, breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage shook, hips rolling as she struggled to get away, face squeezed tight as if to ward off the unbearable sensation of being tickled. Effectively, this previewed Rosalie's orgasm. Warm arousal spread through Leticia's body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this state, and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.
Rosalie rained playful blows onto Leticia's head. "Why the hell am I marrying you?" It took forever for her to get the sentence out, as she had to gasp each word between shrieking laughs.
Leticia grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and rolled out of the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her arms around Rosalie, who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped one hand down to tickle between her ribs, rewarded by another delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest. "You are evil, I swear."
"I'm sorry," Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely regretful. She kissed Rosalie's temples with great tenderness, until her lover relaxed and stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more soothing words, rubbing Rosalie's back... then licked the side of her face.
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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press's love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.

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Published on December 11, 2013 23:08 • 35 views

December 8, 2013

Hello my darling ones,Today for your paranormal reading pleasure, Blood, Lust and Erotica are proud to be hosting Ashlynne Laynne, who has just released her latest book PLUS there is a GIVEAWAY happening. Check out the Rafflecopter box near the bottom of the post.
So I'm going to let Ashlynne tell you all about it...
I’m so thrilled to be here today. Blood Reborn is the continuing story of Ascher Rgousseau and his eternal love, Shauna. It is the fourth book in the Progeny Series.
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BLOOD REBORN (The Progeny Series #4)“Hell hath no fury like a Wiccan reborn.”
Shauna McCutchin and Ascher Rousseau share a deep and passionate bond that merges their Wiccan and vampire worlds. Destined, they’ve endured trials and suffered unimaginable pain in their quest for a happily ever after.
Endowed with amazing supernatural abilities and the added attributes of her new vampire existence, Shauna is a force to rival all others—a dangerous new breed of vampire that defies conventional wisdom.
Darkness shrouds the couple’s pasts and enemies are determined to ruin their future. Will Shauna surrender to the evil side of her nature, or will she stand by Ascher’s side as the Rousseaus prepare for the revolution?
Shauna will either be an immortal miracle or an unholy menace.

Excerpt from Blood Reborn:A house full of guests were gathered in the next room, but Ascher became too impassioned to stop. He swept her into his arms, walking them to the wall farthest from the living room. Wrapping his fingers around the pink cotton, he tore the panties from beneath her matching gown and murmured against the hollow of her throat, “We have people in the living room.” Her hand swiped across the black double dresser, scattering crystal figurines and papers onto the floor, adding to the mess from her earlier rage. “Ash, I so don’t care right now.” She squeezed his dick through the jeans, her tongue slipping along the pale skin of his neck. “I won’t scream if you don’t. You can be quiet, can’t you?” She grazed the razor point of one fang across the two moles near his throat. Her action caused his cock to jump in response. Grasping a handful of her hair to lift her gaze to his, he growled, “You know what that does to me.”“I know exactlywhat it does to you. Question is, what are you going to do about it?”  Ascher tossed her on the dresser, spreading her legs to allow his fingers access to her clit. His thumb circling the swollen button, he moaned, “I’m going to take you right here on this dresser.”   “Good, because I can’t wait until tonight.” Her fingers undid the button-fly in his jeans, her hand freeing his hard on from its denim prison. She nipped at his bottom lip, drawing blood, and then sucked on the soft flesh until the sting travelled the length of his body, making his erection pain in her hand. Ascher knotted his fingers into the loose hair at the crown of her head. “You keep that up and you’re going to get it.” “You promise?” With a careless lash of her clawed digits, Shauna stripped the nightgown from her body. Her bare breasts sprang free, the velvety nipples pointed with excitement. Her stare grew serious and flashed a stormy gray. “Come and get me, Ascher.”He pulled on the French braid in her head, running his fingers along the plait until loose ribbons of dark flowing locks spilled down her back and over her face. She looked so fucking sexy, and he used every ounce of his restraint to hold back the urge to screw her into exhaustion. Seizing her face in his hands, he took her mouth, pulling her against him and pinning his shaft to her soaked folds. “You’re mine,” he growled, edging his hips forward to feel her. The heat of her sex taunted his cock, firing an inferno in his blood. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”Her head fell back in submission. “Yes. Yours. I’ll always be yours, Ascher.” She breathed winded pants. “Now fuck me.” One minute she was restrained beneath him, her body writhing and arching against him, begging for his dick. The next, she pushed him beneath her, taking matters into her own hands. “Lie back,” she demanded, sinking to her knees and pushing him back against the wall. “I have a surprise for you.”“Shauna, there are people in the next—Ahhh, baby what are you doing?”“Pleasuring you.” She caught him with the full force of her silvery gaze. “Do you want me to stop?” He felt powerless to stop her. “No.” His hands gripped the edge of the dresser, his claws shredding the black lacquered finish. “Don’t stop.”

About Ashlynne Laynne/Q. Lane
Ashlynne Laynne/Q. Lane is a songwriter, poet and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny.                                                                                                           She loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book six of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Alterity Series, and several novella spin offs. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow her online on Twitter . Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website , or leave a note in her Reader Email .
Fall of 2013, Ashlynne Laynne started her own publishing, Q-Rotic Press. The remainder of her Progeny Series and all future projects will release through this new entity.
She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son.

About The Progeny Series At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love. The fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.
All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.
This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.
Ashlynne and Q’s Links Ashlynne/Q on F B * The Progeny Series on F B * Twitter * Website * Reader Email * IAN *   Vampire Book Realm * Amazon Author Page * G R * Ascher and Shauna's FB Page * Paranormal Romance and Beyond Blog * Fangs, Romance & Erotica Blog

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Published on December 08, 2013 22:00 • 36 views

December 4, 2013

Hello my darling ones,
Today I am very excited to be hosting Felicity Heaton on her blog barrage for her latest book Kissed by a Dark Prince, Book 1 in The Eternity Series.Seriously darling ones, if the rest of the series is going to be anything like Kissed by a Dark Prince (see my review here) then it is one series you are going to want to have in your possession.
Ms. Heaton is also having a giveaway and you will need to read the post to find out the details, it's a goodie *wink*
So without further ado, I hand Blood, Lust and Erotica over to Felicity Heaton.
Kissed by a Dark Prince, the first book in Felicity Heaton’s hot new paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.
Find out how to enter the Kissed by a Dark Prince international giveaway (ends December 8th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 6 chapter sample of the novel:
Kissed by a Dark Prince and the Eternal Mates series is set in the same world as the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, so if you’re a fan of that series, you will love Eternal Mates. Throughout this series, you’ll have a chance to catch up with the cast of the Vampire Erotic Theatre series and learn more about their world.
Felicity is hosting TWO release parties too. There will be a Twitter party on December 10thand a Facebook party on December 14th. Both will have amazing giveaways, and there are some fantastic authors joining her at the Facebook party. All the details and how to join the parties are at:
Here’s more about Kissed by a Dark Prince, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1)
Felicity Heaton
Olivia thinks it’s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. He’s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained for…

Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.

One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completed… or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.

To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.

But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all others—his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark prince’s kiss?
Kissed by a Dark Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at:

Kissed by a Dark Prince – ExcerptLoren padded silently across the dark stone floor to the elegant wardrobes lining the wall of his bedroom, drying his hair at the same time. All eight doors were black wood decorated with a beautiful inlay made of precious stones and shells, depicting dragons and his kind, living in harmony with all the kingdoms. Life had been like that once, thousands of years ago. Now, many of the demon kingdoms wanted him dead, blaming him and his people for his brother’s ruthless attacks on their villages.
Only the first and second demon kingdoms kept the other five from razing his lands and murdering his people. He had signed a peace treaty with them a thousand years ago. The kingdoms didn’t tolerate any individual demon from outside their realm passing through it without permission, let alone an army.
He took a pair of black tight trousers from the stack and slipped them on, fastening them over his hips, and then jammed his bare feet into his black leather riding boots.
His markings flared, a hot shivery feeling that always made him tense. They had done that too often since he had taken blood from the female, unsettling him.
It wasn’t the only anomaly.
He wasn’t healing as quickly as he should have either. It had been two days. His wounds should be gone by now, but they lingered, and he felt weaker than usual. His brother’s attack had been severe, but he had taken blood from the female and had drunk stored blood since returning to his world. He had eaten too, devouring the plates of nourishing vegetables and fruits that Bleu had pressed him to consume even when he hadn’t felt hungry. He should have healed by yesterday.
Perhaps he needed more blood.
Loren raked his fingers through his damp black hair and crossed the expansive bedroom. Daylight flowed in through the tall arched windows lining the wall to his right, where his bed was. Someone had been in while he had been resting and opened the twin arched doors that led onto his balcony. A breeze swept in through them, tousling the sheer blue curtains, carrying the scent of flowers.
He stopped at the long black low cabinet that lined the shorter side of his bedroom and opened one of the doors. Someone had topped up the icebox too. The small triangular metal containers of blood in the dark stone box smelled faintly of Bleu. Loren smiled to himself and took one of the canisters out.
Bleu had been livid with him when he had come to take him from the female doctor’s laboratory. Loren had received more than an earful. Bleu had practically scolded him, sounding much like the mother Loren had lost almost five thousand years ago.
His second in command had never learned how to express his feelings. Whenever he was concerned, it came out as angry. Loren appreciated his friend’s concern though, and that he had managed to track him to the mortal world before the humans had, well, he still wasn’t sure what their intention had been.
Studying him.
The female had said she desired to study him.
She had desired to help him.
Loren groaned at the memory of what he had done after that. He had bitten her. He had felt weak and shaky, on the verge of passing out from the pain of his injuries. It had been instinct. She had smelled divine and had been so close to him, so warm and beautiful. He hadn’t been able to stop himself.
He pulled the cap off the canister and swiftly gulped the contents down. He closed the cabinet door and set the empty canister down on the top, and walked across the room, passing his bed and heading for the double doors beyond them that stretched twenty feet high. The light blue fabric caressed his bare torso as he moved through the curtains. The blood would kick in soon and then he would feel better.
His stomach cramped, pain vibrating through his body. He shot a hand out and grasped the door to his left, clutching it for support. Something was wrong. He should be growing stronger but he felt as though he was getting weaker.
Loren’s eyes shot wide and he held his stomach, fighting a wave of nausea.
Cold fingers danced down his spine, chilling his blood in his veins.
The female was more than a source of sustenance. She was different. Not just a normal human. Did she know it? Did Vail?
Loren had a terrible feeling that his brother knew.
His knees weakened. She couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible that the human doctor was his fated female. His ki’ara.
Loren growled, his frustration getting the better of him. He had wanted to find his ki’ara for almost fifty centuries but he didn’t need this now and he certainly didn’t need her to be a member of some sort of demon-hunting organisation.
Icy claws drifted down his back again and curled around his heart.
He feared that it wasn’t fate that had brought him together with his eternal mate now.
It was his brother.
He needed to know exactly what had happened the night he had met her.
Loren pushed away from the door and stumbled across the room, aiming for the bed. He had to be careful though. If he was right, and he had bonded the female to him, returning to her might not be a wise move.
Bonded males could become extremely aggressive and dangerous in the presence of their female.
Vail was proof of that.
The completed bond with the dark witch had changed him and Loren felt certain that it was responsible for his brother’s madness and thirst for violence. If he had taken the first step in binding himself to the female doctor, he couldn’t afford to let it change him as it had changed his younger brother. He could never complete it, no matter how long he had waited for his ki’ara. The fate of his people rested on his shoulders.
He needed to find a way to shatter the fragile bond.
If she was his ki’ara.
There was one way of finding out.
If she were, he would be able to use the bond between them to locate her. His knees hit the mattress and he collapsed on his front and rolled onto his back.
Loren closed his eyes and focused, turning his thoughts inwards, towards the female and her blood. He found a slender thread of her within him and held on to it, using his psychic abilities to enhance it, until it grew into a thicker ribbon of colours that swirled like his markings, iridescent and beautiful. His breathing grew laboured, the strength it took to use his abilities weakening him further. A room shimmered into focus in his mind, a place with cream walls and soft brown furniture, and technology he had never seen before.
The female walked into view, dressed in her long white coat and dark tight trousers beneath them, her chestnut hair twirled into a knot at the back of her head.
Loren stood and willed his personal portal to appear. Violet and blue light chased over his body, outlining it, and he commanded it to take him to the female.
He appeared behind her in her small apartment. He had been to this building before. It smelled familiar. She lived in the place where she worked.
He had wanted to speak with her here, where familiar things would surround her and she wouldn’t feel threatened, but he couldn’t risk her raising the alarm.
Loren grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with his hand. She instantly began wriggling in his arms, rubbing her backside against his groin, reigniting the desire he had barely managed to leash back in his bathing room. He ground his teeth together and caged her against his body, and willed himself to return to the portal in his room.
The moment his rooms appeared around him, he released her and she turned on her heel and smashed her fist into his mouth.
Loren stumbled and fell on his backside, the impact with the cold stone jarring his spine.
His female stood over him, a fiery glow in her dark eyes, her lips compressed into a thin line of fury.
She was beautiful.
But she could never be his.
No matter how long he had waited for her, had dreamed of having his ki’ara, he had to do the right thing for a change. He had to place his people first and he had to defeat his brother.
There was only one way he would be strong enough to battle and kill Vail.
He looked up at the female towering over him, his heart beating in synchronisation with hers, his body weakened by their incomplete connection.
He had to find a way to break their bond and let her go.
He had to sacrifice his dreams.

Kissed by a Dark Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website:

Books in the Eternal Mates romance series: Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1) Claimed by a Demon King – coming February 2014

About Felicity Heaton: Felicity Heaton is a USA Today and international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:Website: Blog: Facebook: Twitter: Goodreads: Mailing List:

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Published on December 04, 2013 22:00 • 39 views
Just letting you know my darling ones, that the December eMag issue from BTS Book Reviews is now available.
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