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Satisfaction Guranteed with Doris O’Connor

When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, “Hmm, this would make a good series.” However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.

Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won’t run away screaming, when he sees them—right?

As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?

I leave you with a hot little excerpt…

Blurb:

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.

Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.

When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.

As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?

Excerpt:

“I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely.”

The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.

Something haunting he’d said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.

When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.

He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG’s face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG’s cock. Slick from Jonas’s mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG’s thigh and grasped the other man’s heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG’s groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG’s huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.

Who’d have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.

“Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. “

Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG’s cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man’s hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas’s throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn’t push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn’t.

So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.

By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.

Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.

“Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don’t you? And as you’ve been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue.” He patted Jonas’s head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.

Natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas’s scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.

He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.

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Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed—Natasha releases March 13th through Evernight Publishing

BUYLINK: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Buy Links

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Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed-Natasha

Mid-week Inspiration… Make sure you get a turn too

Hey guys! :Waves: with blog hops and birthdays I’ve missed you the past few weeks. I had a great time talking about loving yourself. It made this month a hard act to follow. Then I realized the answer was right in front of my face. We grow up, get busy, marry, have kids, and our lives start to feel like they’re about everyone else at times. Now I’ll be the first to tell you my motto is Family First, but if you’re not nourishing not only your body, but your soul. You’re a watered down version of yourself. I think it’s important you make sure you get a turn. It’s something I tell my kiddo often. Every gets a turn to do what’s important to them, she’ll say “It’s not my turn right now?” and I’ll say, “No.” It hit me recently it’s been a scarily long time since this “Moma got a turn.” So, here I am prepping for a journey geared toward my interests.

People often wonder what inspires me and makes me “geek out.” The amazing world that is Supernatural. No, not the unexplainable things that go bump in the night the show with Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel… no? *jaw drops. You’ve not experiences this bag of awesome for yourself… don’t worry I’m here to help.

This bad boy is eight seasons in so I’m going to be very broad and do a little world association. Winchester brothers, hot, intelligent, brave, hunters, vampires, demons, ghosts, Bloody Mary, Drama, wicked humor, excellent plots, apocalypse. Yeah it’s really that epic. Have a Sneak peak

You want to watch it now, right?

No, this isnt’ a plug they’ve hired me to do. ( I WISH!) This is my taking my own advice and treating myself. I’m taking the weekend off, packing up, and heading over to the Supernatural Convention in Las Vegas! I am so excited! It’s been much too long since I’ve feed my inner child a tasty morsel, and as a writer that’s so important.

When’s the last time you indulged your inner child? What makes you geek out?

Ps. Yes… there will be pictures muahahaha

Mid-week Inspiration surround yourself with what you love <3

Wow this month has flown by. I think I blinked and it was gone. I have to admit I was really enjoying posts about showing yourself a little love. You forget how the small things make a huge difference. I’m a music aficionado. The right song can make the worst day better for me. When my I-pod doc broke and the silence just lowered the mood of my day. Once we got the new one in it was like color had returned to my life. It’s important to make sure you have the things you love around you in abundance. What small things make the difference for you?

The Unveiling, Early bird giveaway, Win it before it’s released!

Holy Cow Tomorrow is release day for The Unveiling! I received two amazing things in my inbox, an early copy of my book, and ….. my brand new trailer! So I’m running a contest. For a chance to win just comment on the trailer on youtube! Easy peasy right?

Trailer

Be sure to swing by the release party tomorrow for fun, games, prizes, and sneak peaks

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Michel Prince talks , Love in the Land of Lakes

The Midwest Fiction Writers, a local chapter for the Romance Writers of America, pulled together 17 writers who each submitted a short story for a fundraiser.

A little tease from Snowbound by Kathy Johnson

All alone as the snowstorm roared around the cabin, nestled in the woods alongside the lake, Trisha knew trouble when it banged through the front door.

“Get out of here!” She waved the knife at the intruder. “Are you some kind of animal? Who taught you manners? First you break into my house and then you don’t close the front door.”

She knew she didn’t make sense. She didn’t care if this thing didn’t close her front door, unless it was behind the morphed human as he left her place.

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Minnesota is the land of 10,000 lakes, and just as many love stories. Love in the Land of Lakes brings you seventeen of these stories, from two childhood sweethearts connecting on the end of a dock on a warm summer’s evening, to a city boy’s chaotic weekend at his girlfriend’s primitive cabin. We bring you the story of a savvy horse who leads her owner to love in post–Civil War farm country, and the haunting romance of an ageless gambler who inhabits a historic riverboat and charms the boat’s new owner.

A kaleidoscope of sunshine, snowstorms, and thunderstorms grace our contemporary, mystery, historical, and paranormal stories as the authors of Midwest Fiction Writers spin lovely romances that will send you drifting into happily ever afters.

Click here to see where the authors are stopping to blog and chat with you the reader.


Our Stories:

Laura Breck

Bobbers ‘N Bait – The evocative marketing gimmick at the new bait store in town has the fishing outfitter all hot and bothered.

Rhonda Brutt

A Cut Above the Rest – Rachel knew that a simple haircut had the power to change someone’s life. What she wasn’t counting on though, was how it would change hers.

Amy Hahn

Lira & Gavril – A dilapidated riverboat brings together a passionate historic preservationist and a man who called it home during the Victorian era.

Rosemary Heim

Lake Dreams – Olivia had her life all planned out. All except for that one impulsive night with her childhood crush. Can he convince her the result is worth the risk?

Ann Hinnenkamp

Hook, Line and Stinker – An LA makeover artist comes home to Minnesota and must use all her skills to tame a wild man.

Kathy Johnson

Snowbound – Caught in a snowstorm, the last person she expects to need her help is the man she loved but lost to someone else.

Rose Marie Meuwissen

Dancing in the Moonlight – Anna Thorstad never imagined reopening her parents’ lake cabin would also open her heart to love again.

Barbara Mills

Hooked – An avid outdoorswoman takes her city born and raised boyfriend for a chaotic weekend at her family’s primitive cabin on the lake.

J.S. Overmier

Henrietta’s Man – A savvy horse carries her Civil War-torn soldier north in search of healing and a future.

Jana Otto

Coming Home – A young widow’s faith and courage are tested when she falls in love with her husband’s best friend.

Michel Prince

Her Stranger – Each night a stranger comes to Rachel’s cabin door. What is it that makes her fall into his arms?

Mary Schenten

Lake Secrets – A weekend getaway at the scene of the crime has Elly struggling to keep a secret from her best friend.

Susan Sey

Unwrapped – Movie star Sloan Leighton sells love; she doesn’t believe in it. Then one frozen midnight on the shores of Lake Superior, everything changes.

Joel Skelton

The Bouncing Bobber – Will a budding romance, sidetracked by youth and ambition, be what it takes to lure Jacob and Nate back into love’s net?

Lizbeth Selvig

What’s Up Dock? – Sophie’s handsome new neighbor is burying body bags in his garden. But he’s afraid of raccoons—how could he be a killer?

Naomi Stone

Wind from the Lake – Wishing on a star? Alien contact? When childhood friends Connie and Hank meet again, they don’t need to believe in anything but each other.

Jody Vitek

Roadside Catch – She swore off relationships with doctors, until one finds her injured on the roadside and has her rethinking the possibilities.

Purchase on Amazon, Smashwords, and AllRomanceebooks

Connecting with You

I just wanted to thank everyone for coming by and participating in the blog hops and contests over the past couple of weeks! You guys rock! I’ve missed you but I had a lot of fun hosting. today I’m back! :Waves:

Just to recap I was using Feb to talk about self love… no, not the naughty kind. *winks. How do you reconnect with you and your center of ZEN, if you will?

I like to do Palettes, listen to music, and reflect. I’ve sorely missed Palettes, while I healed from a past surgery. Now that I’m back in the saddle again it’s kicking my behind but I’m feeling so much better in and out. There’s something about taking that time, stretching my muscles, and slowing down that busy brain of mine that makes everything else seem to align.

As I whip my body back into shape I’ve also done the same for my mind and spirit, giving negative thoughts, and folks the boot. I’ve come to realize your happy place has to be protected. So I ‘ve taken up my metaphorical sword and shield. I have to say I’m feeling the difference all ready!

I also come baring gifts. I just received the cover to my Feb 26th release, The Unvieling, sequel to The Wanting!

Vivi Dumas talks about Her Black Knight

Today I’m talking with the fantastic Vivi Dumas about her latest release, He Black Knight. I was lucky enough to work with her on this book, and I loved it!

Thank you Shyla for letting me hang out at your spot. Better yet, thank you for helping me polish my new story and make it one of my favorite pieces. Her Black Knight was a story I wanted to write for a long time, but wasn’t sure if anyone else had an interest in an afro-centric version of Camelot. Once I started writing it I didn’t care if anyone else loved it because I was a goner. Then you actually help me to stretch the story and the potential for a series erupted.

Today, I share Her Black Knight with you in hopes you fall in love with the story too.

I am giving away an ebook copy of Her Black Knight and please enter for my Kindle Fire giveaway.

Giveaway link:

http://vividumas.wordpress.com/2013/02/08/her-black-knight-by-vivi-dumas-giveaway/

Blurb:

Gwendolyn Braxton was born in the wrong century. She submerges her life into the study of the Renaissance Era. She is the resident expert on all things Arthurian in the DC Metro area, maybe even the U.S. Unfortunately, none of her knowledge helps her to find her own Knight in Shining Armor. Actually, as a Black woman in Washington D.C., it runs men off like the plague. To make things worse, her mother has stepped in to fix her before she plunged into spinsterhood.

Morien Knight is far from home in search of an artifact lost in history, a history he longs to emerge himself back into. His small sabbatical from his mission to participate in the Kentland Castle Resort Renaissance Faire might lead him to exactly where he belongs. Morien learns when dealing with the poetic lessons of his old friend, Merlin, things may not always exist as you expect.

Excerpt:

He ran the brush down the length of the mare. Her black coat carried a glossy sheen. Morien always admired the power and beauty of horses. The resort stables housed the highest quality animals. The last time he had seen horses of this caliber he was in Arabia, a territory close to his mother’s homeland in Northern Africa.

The lyrical sound of female laughter interrupted his wandering thoughts. Peering from behind his horse, he watched the two ladies cross the courtyard. He froze in midstroke, unable to tear his eyes from her. She tossed her head back, amused, the sun highlighting the tresses softly framing her oval face. Her golden skin reminded him of warm honey. Her bosoms strained against the green linen of her gown, pleading for him to release them. As she turned towards him, her brilliant smile and haunting gray eyes stole the breath from his chest.

Afraid, he darted behind the animal. It had been many years since he found interest in the opposite sex, but he never imagined it would cause him to react so foolishly. Fear never entered his vocabulary in the past, even in the darkest situations. This day, he cowered in the stables because a woman he had never met stole his fancy. This behavior was irrational and unbecoming of a male, especially a Knight of Arthur’s Round Table. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He inhaled deeply to regain control of the rapid beating of his heart. His brothers would disown him should they witness his cowardice.

A boy dressed as a page entered the stable. “Good morrow, young sir,” Morien greeted him.

“Hallo, Sir Knight,” the blond lad answered.

Morien smoothed the last stroke down his mare. “Do you know who the Lady across the courtyard may be?”

“I heard she’s the Lady of the Manor this weekend. She is the hostess of the tournament. From America, my mother was saying.”

“Interesting,” he murmured, more to himself than the boy.

The boy stared at the tall knight. “Will you compete to be her champion?”

Morien fitted the saddle on his horse. “I guess I may. I am to compete today.”

“You know, you are very good with the talking like a knight. I try to play my character for the whole weekend, but it’s very hard. My mother corrects me all the time.”

This brought a smile to Morien’s lips. “Thank you, sir. I also try very hard. It took decades of practice.”

“Good luck in the tournament. I’ll cheer for you. I’ve never seen a black knight before.”

“There were many Moorish knights, as they called us during our time. And many of us served as Knights of the Round Table.” He donned his armor emblazoned with the crest of Camelot. Very few would recognize its relevance in this day and time.

In one swift motion, Morien mounted his horse. The page handed him his shield and lance. The heavy weight of the steel felt right in his hand. His lance balanced beautifully. A skilled artisan in Camelot had made it for him. Today, he was a knight again. For many years, he had traveled this foreign land searching for the Grail, as Merlin guided him to do. He almost forgot who he was and from whence he came. He missed the excitement of battle and the adventure of his prior life. But only when he found the Grail could he return to his homeland.

Author Bio

Vivi Dumas is an emerging author in the paranormal romance genre. She currently has one full length novel and several novellas published with various publishers. Although Vivi grew up an Army brat, she calls Louisiana home, but have endured the hot summers and cold winters of Maryland for the last 16 years. She has an MBA in Finance and Marketing. Her analytical side has honed a career in the financial industry for almost twenty years. To balance her logical, numerical day job, she unleashes her creativity in her writing.

Birthdy Bash Hop for D.F. Krieger

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Prizes to be Won

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Name a winner in D.F.’s 3rd book in the Faxfire series, Butterflies in the Bakery

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Free copy of Panthers in the Playground ( Book 1 of the Faxfire Series)

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Answer my question. “What do you like to see in your shape shifter romances?” Then proceed to the others blogs and return to D.F.s Blog letting her know you did the hop. Easy peasy and fun, right? *Grins.

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Release Day! Contest Winner Announcements :)

Congrats to BNC who won her choice of three books, and $15 dollar gift certificate for Evernight Publishing. Thanks to everyone who came out and participated!

Today’s release day! My book Sorrow’s Muse is now out! Please come and join me at the release party tonight! There’ll be plenty of naughty fun, and prizes.

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Summary

Muses aren’t supposed to fall in love with the humans they inspire.

But Colette was never one for rules so she strikes a deal with the goddess of love. She has one year on earth to tell Julian what she truly is. Then he must make his choice, her or his talent.

Badly scarred in a fire that took his entire family Julian Sorrow is bitter and twisted by rejection and ridicule. Convinced his ability to make music is all he has to offer he’s given up on love. Can the sexy, mysterious new neighbor, Colette Starvos change that?

Excerpt:

The conversation continued to flow as they took turns popping their bags in the microwave and salting and seasoning the puffy yellow kernels they placed in a large bowl. Grabbing two colas, they headed out to the living room. They were halfway through Sweet Home Alabama when she slipped his arm around her shoulder. She turned her head to inhale the delicious scent that wafted off him. The warmth of his body heated her flesh and woke her desire. Colette leaned in and nipped at his ear. Her nipples hardened against the rough lace of her bra. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that went straight to her core. The pressure built, and she sucked the fleshy bottom of his ear into her mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Making out—less talking, more kissing.”

She blazed a trail of kisses down his neck, spanning his chest with her hand as she admired his sleek build. He turned his head and captured her lips. Their tongues clashed. A pleased purr rumbled in her chest. Colette rose onto her knees and climbed into his lap, placing one leg on either side of his body. His cock pushed up against her in greeting, tempting her eager fingers. Her white skirt with a pastel flower scene flowed around them. She placed her hands on his shoulders and rocked forward, then backward, in a slow motion that pressed him against her engorged clit at just the right angle. His cock twitched, elongated, and swelled. God, he’s thick! She needed more contact.

“Touch me, Jay.” The nickname rolled off her tongue.

His breath caressed her neck as he leaned in to place tiny kisses on her pulse point and massage her lush mounds. “Like this?”

“Yes!” The feel of his hands moving over her was exquisite. He explored her with slow, thorough sweeps. His long, artistic fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them as he continued to grind up into her.

“You’re so wet, Col. I can feel you through my pants. You like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He gripped her hips and swiveled in a circle. “How about this?”

Moisture flooded her panties, warm and sticky. Her breath came in pants as she edged closer and closer to the edge. So much for being the seducer. He might be slow to start, but when he did, he brought his A game. Her body trembled as he pushed her closer to her peak.

“I’m so close, Jay.”

“Let go, baby. Let me give you this,” he whispered against her lips.

He lined his length up with her cleft, surged forward once, twice, and she exploded. Her eyes clenched shut. She cried out and clutched her skirt as waves of pleasure washed over her. Spent, she slumped against his shoulder as she came down from her high. All this from no skin-to-skin contact!

Instead of sating her lust, it had ramped it up higher.

“I was supposed to be seducing you,” she whispered, her face on his shoulder.

“You succeeded. Watching you come apart in my arms, knowing I’m the cause, is satisfying to me.”

He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, and she fell just a bit more in love with him. She wanted to move forward in their relationship, bring him pleasure the same way he’d given to her so selflessly. Colette ran her fingers over the soft material of his shirt and peered up into his eyes.

“I want to make you feel good too.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“Shh, I want to.” She scooted off his legs and knelt in front of him on the couch. His eyes were wide and his body shook as she unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down millimeter by millimeter, giving him plenty of time to call a halt to her progress. “I’ve dreamed about touching you, tasting you, for so long now it’s become an obsession.”

She looked up to make eye contact. His muscles were tense. His eyes were filled with worry and an expectation of disappointment that made her almost sick to her stomach. He is beautiful, damn it! She wanted him to realize it.

“The man who didn’t know I was alive, the hints I dropped none too covertly. It’s always been you, Jay.”

“Me—but why?”

She gave him a gentle smile. “Because you ask questions like that, which make you even sexier than you already are.”

She freed him from his cloth prison, and he sprang forth, quivering with anticipation. He was thick, long, and growing. His skin was discolored and uneven here like the rest of his body, but she made a show of being nonchalant. She bent down to lick the damp tip, and he twitched, offering up more liquid goodness. He was salty with a hint of pineapple that made her core throb. He’d been thinking about this just as much as she had.

“You taste better than ambrosia.”

Colette teased him with delicate flicks of her tongue as she learned his flavor and his hot spots. The prominent vein that ran down the underside of his shaft made him jerk and hiss. She returned to it often, following it like a road map as she gripped his base and marveled at the ten inches she held in her hand. She sucked him deep into her mouth and brought her hand up to meet her lips.

“Oh God, Colette!”

Blog Hop ! Feb 10th- Feb 14th

Right now I’m participating in a fantastic Valentine’d day blog! The winner will win three books from my collection of their choosing and a fifteen dollar gift card to Evernight Publishing.

How do you enter? Well to enter the raffle for EP gift Vouchers You have to like the Evernight page and comment here. The contest runs until the 14th and a winner will be announced on the 15th How do you enter my contest you ask?

Read the snippet below from my latest piece from Evernight, a saucy ménage called Vixen Claimed, and answer the following question.

What kind of accent Tristan has.:) Happy hopping

“What happened with you two?” he asked, the words out of his

mouth before he could really think the question through.

“Didn’t he tell you about the girl he made a fool of? I gave that

bastard everything I had to give and he threw it in my face.” Devlin’s

voice was sinful. Rich and smooth, it made him think of silken sheets

and massage oils. He’d think about it tonight when he was stroking

his cock to completion with her name on his lips and her image in his

head. Heat filled his cheeks. She was pouring out her heart and he

couldn’t get his libido under control.

“His version reads a lot different. You’re the heartbreaker who

left and never bothered to look back.”

“Bullshit! I called, I wrote. I did everything but hop on a plane

and fly back to California.”

“I think you two should talk.”

“You see how well that worked. The man’s always had a temper

like a powder keg and a stubborn streak a mile long.”

“That hasn’t changed,” he said. His words made her laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Apparently old age doesn’t mellow

everyone.”

“Hmm, you don’t exactly scream tame.”

“Astute observation, tall, blonde, and British.” She tilted her head

and gave a saucy wink. “I like you.”

And I like you, more than I should.

“Glad to hear it, Ms. Devlin. Do you think you’re calm enough to

go back inside?”

“I think I am, Tristan. Thank you.” Her eyes sparkled like amber

jewels in the glow cast from the lights above the door that shone in

their direction. She lifted up onto her toes and placed a gentle kiss to

against his cheek.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, remaining outside, his hand on

his cheek as she walked into the shop.

“I’m screwed.”

****

There was something about Tristan that made her toes curl. I’m

such a little slut. Her panties were soaked from the sexual tension that

flowed between her and both men. Tristan was Jace’s opposite in

looks and manner. Yet, that didn’t change the fact that she wanted to

rub her body up against him like a cat in heat. It’d been way too long

since she had sex. The nipples straining against her bra coupled with

her sensitive clit said her body thought now was a good time to

remedy the problem.

Let’s solve one problem before we make another. Devlin felt her

face grow hot at the wayward path her mind had wandered down.

Placing her hands over her cheeks, she took a deep breath, pausing in

front of the door to steady herself. There was something about the

British blonde that pressed all the right sexual buttons.

****

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