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Today I’m talking with C.R. Moss about her latest Lovers and the Fiend

Hello All. Please give a warm welcome to the incredible C.R. Moss whose here to talk about her latest release, Lovers and the Fiend.

Hi! Thanks for having me here today. My name is Chris, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy).

Today I’m here to tout my latest C.R. Moss release, Lovers and the Fiend. This is a story in Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line. The characters, Jack and Kristina, appeared in my short story – Chasing Miss Kringle – that’s in an Evernight Publishing anthology – Stockings and Suspenders. This is the first of a handful of stories I have planned for the NFT line that revolve around the world started in CMK and Lovers. You don’t have to read the anthology story to read Lovers, but it’d be nice if you did.

Blurb

Ex-cop turned private investigator, Jack Vorst, learns his elf girlfriend Kristina has been missing for a few days after being invited to an underground vampire club. He, too, is summoned to visit club Hexenringe and is taken captive. Jack finds Kristina bound and gagged in a human sized bird cage. They’re both thrust into a kinky world at the hands of Kol, the club owner. Kol, a vampiric beast, shifts into human form to be with Jack and Kristina and needs them to remember their pasts and to love him so he can return to what he used to be. Can Kol make the pair fall in love with him despite his current situation and the fact he’s keeping them captive or will they leave, making it too late for him to change all their fates?

Warning: ménage a trios, M/M, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition

Excerpt

If Kol was this good with his mouth and on his knees… My God, what would he be like in bed? The thought made his sac tighten. His cock throbbed with the steady build up that happened just before release.

“Kol,” the word came out as a breath.

The dancer removed his mouth and sat back. “I’d love to take what’s going on between us further if you’re up for it.”

Further. Pretty sure Kol meant sex, he glanced down at the man who appeared eager but patient. Am I up for it? Jack’s cock twitched, an indication that part of him was. But did the rest of him feel the same way?

A breeze blew across them. The scents of sandy earth and sage filled his nostrils. His skin cooled and tingled from the airy caress. The answer came to him, and it was yes. He wanted Kol’s warmth and his touch. “Yes, okay.” Jack swallowed hard. “Let’s go for it.”

“Fantastic.” Kol hopped to his feet. “I promise that if you’re uncomfortable we can stop at any time.” He held out his hand to Jack.

Jack threaded his fingers in his and stood. Kol led him over to an extra-large lounge chair and directed him to sit on it. He was glad the material that made up the cushions of the outdoor furniture was cloth and not vinyl. Less chance of his ass sticking to it all.

“Will you suck me, Jack?” Kol palmed his cock, presenting it to him.

He blinked. “Um… Well, when you said take it further, I thought you meant—”

“You thought I meant that we’d just fuck.” Kol laughed, bent forward and placed a hard, quick kiss on his mouth. When he pulled away, he kept his face a couple inches from Jack’s. “If you’re not ready to taste me yet, that’s all right. But tell me, what do you want Mr. Jack Vorst?”

“I want your warmth and touch. I want…” Jack wasn’t sure if it was the morning sun adding to the heat in his body or Kol’s proximity or if it was a combination of both. Either way it seemed to be addling his mind and stopping him from voicing his thoughts.

“Yes?”

Jack swallowed again, took the moment to gather his courage, then blurted out the statement that summed up his deepest desire. “I want you to make love to me.”

Adult Excerpt:

When the machine stopped, Jack’s gaze fell upon Kristina. She sat in a human sized bronze birdcage. Metal rods that fed through the bars poked into her porcelain skin. Her red hair swept up into a bun gave her a mock facelift. Around her head was a black harness, and a bit rested between her teeth. Kristina’s arms were pulled above her head, and her wrists were clamped within cuffs molded to the top of the cage. Thin chains and leather straps wrapped around her torso. The silver and black only rested above and below her breasts, leaving her chest exposed.

Anger boiled through him seeing her imprisoned in such a way. He wanted to break free from his own bonds and pummel Kol’s head in.

Kristina lifted her face and her gaze caught Jack’s. She winked. Any fears he had in regard to her predicament and comfort, and his ire over her situation, deflated. He studied her again, and this time his cock reacted to the erotic picture she portrayed.

I gather you’re okay? he stretched his thoughts out toward her. Sometimes they were able to communicate telepathically with each other. He hoped this was one of those times, then tried not to snort his disdain. Telepathic thoughts. She was an elf. When he’d first met her, they’d shared a couple of magical, other worldly interactions. And yet, he still didn’t believe in the paranormal. What is wrong with me?

Kristina tittered. Nothing’s wrong with you, darling, and I’m fine now that you’re here. I see you’ve become acquainted with the beast.

Her gaze flickered with caution or perhaps worry. Beast? Jack breathed hard through the hole in the gag. Something about all this didn’t seem right. Why’d she call such a handsome fellow a horrible name like that?

Footsteps fell behind him on the wooden floor. Seconds later Kol’s breath warmed his neck. The dancer’s finger stroked the cleft of his ass, teased the puckered hole. Jack jerked away from his touch and received a stinging slap on his ass.

Hey!

Kol came around him, keeping his hand on Jack’s waist as he did so. The stroking of Kol’s palm on his skin sent a flood of desire through him. Jack did his best to will away the arousal this time.

After trailing a hand down Jack’s thigh, Kol then cupped his balls. “Why are you trying to repress your natural urges?” His fingers toyed with his sac then slid up and rimmed his tight sphincter once more. “Didn’t I tell you to look within? Realize what is true?”

Natural? True? Jack closed his eyes, pondering the dancer’s words. Had his past curiosities been more than what he’d thought them to be?

“And as for the beast comment, this is why.”

Bio

“An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love.” Basically I write stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Purchase links for Lovers and the Fiend:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lovers-and-the-fiend-by-c-r-moss/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lovers-Fiend-Naughty-Fairy-ebook/dp/B00B5OAMPI

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-loversandthefiend-1048240-140.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/lovers-and-the-fiend

Find C.R. Moss here ~

Email: contact@crmoss.net

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Website: http://www.crmoss.net

Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/

Double D Ranch Tales: http://doubledranchtales.blogspot.com/

Evernight Publishing – C.R. Moss: http://tinyurl.com/CRMoss-EvernightPublishing

Decadent Publishing – C.R. Moss: http://tinyurl.com/CRMoss-DecadentPublishing

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/C.R.-Moss/e/B002DBE49W

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Link for Casey Moss ~ http://caseymossbooks.com/

D.C.Stone is visiting with her delicious read, Feral Cravings

Congrats to Allison, the winner of the relaxation basket!

Now I’d like you to all give a warm welcome for the fantastic D.C. Stone, whose visiting with her latest, delicious read, Feral Cravings. Doesn’t the title just make your toes curl? Well… along with this sensational cover!

D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction.

She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters. Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense and Erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello!

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Whew! Thanks for having me on today. I’m here to talk about the excited new release for my first series, Justice Demons. Feral Craving is book one of the series, and involves Bari and Mackenzie’s quest to find love.

Feral Craving is book one of a series I deemed The Justice Demons. Justice Demons, you ask? Yes, it is a paranormal romance, where a group of Special Forces members find out they aren’t exactly human, and have been created by a Goddess to help ward of the battle of good and evil. Their sole job is to protect the world, keep things in balance, much as they did in the military.

Within Feral Craving, the first member finds his mate, someone he ran from nine years ago, thinking he was not good enough to have her. He wanted her life to be happy, and without doubts, something that he is not in shortage of.

Needless to say, while he’s been gone, she hasn’t had said happiness, and things have changed…

Blurb: Bari has always felt a presence lurking deep inside of him, waiting to get out. After being injured in Iraq, where he was in-service with the Special Forces Team, he suddenly finds himself thrust back into his hometown, forced to face his past, and finds that what’s lurking inside of him is real, waiting, and running out of patience fast. What happens as the evil of his past merges with his wants of the future? What happens when the man and beast inside crave a female from his past? What happens when Bari learns that he is anything but human?

Excerpt: Without warning, the room started to spin; a sudden, wicked wave of dizziness assaulted him. Bari lifted a hand, reaching for the wall, and grunted through the nausea. He wobbled on his legs, tried to reboot his mind. Christ, not this shit again! He needed his head. He had to get away, but in a desert half the size of the US of A, he didn’t have any fucking options.

A sound—a whisper to his left. He snapped his head up. Nothing. Just air and trash. The whisper moved to his right, suddenly magnified. Like nails on a chalkboard. Bari whirled, lifting the pistol at his leg, his M-4 rifle now forgotten at his feet. The room spun without warning. He held the pistol in front of him, wavering, pointing at who the fuck knew and nothing all at once. He rocked back on his heels and blinked, and his vision immediately focused. His stomach still rebelled against the spinning sensation, and he breathed through the bile rising up his throat.

Bari narrowed his eyes as a shape started to form before him. Fuzzy, gray and brown colors mixed and swirled. He blinked, trying to make his eyes and mind decipher what took shape. It was huge, as big as he, but what the fuck was it? Lines of blue intermingled beneath its brown and gray spots and, as it grew clearer, he saw what he pointed his muzzle at. Adrenaline rushed him. It couldn’t be. But the image was unmistakable. He stared at the figure that stared back at him. Then, it vanished—the shadow of what he swore was himself, disappeared.

“What the hell?”

A whisper caught his attention to his left. Suddenly, he remembered where he was, then turned and lifted his SIG Sauer handgun. Tony’s eyes widened, and his hands lifted in the air, one leather-covered hand around his rifle.

“Fucking shit, Bari. It’s me.” Pushing Bari’s weapon away from him, Tony narrowed his own stormy gaze at Bari. “You tight, man?”

Bari clamped his jaw shut, not really sure how to answer.

Tony’s lips thinned, then he glanced over his shoulder and tossed his head back. “Let’s get moving.”

Tony nodded down another dark hallway. Bari shook his head, clearing it of the fear bubbling inside of him. His stomach gurgled and he swallowed, forcing the still rising bile down. Something was off, something he couldn’t quite grasp. He felt as if he had walked into a dream—ventured into a dark tunnel. But he knew better, knew that the sun shined high and bright—hot as hell, outside.

The house was filthy, filled with dilapidated couches and mounds of trash and bottles. It couldn’t have been occupied for long. Hell, the place didn’t even look livable for New York City rats. His task set on what lay ahead. Bari worked slow but efficiently cleared each room he passed. In his ear, he heard Mike and Tyler mark their rooms, bringing the four of them together once again as the halls connected. One room remained, its door closed.

They stacked up, lined up as they had outside, their weapons trained on the door, then busted inside. Bari scanned the room as he led the way, expectant and ready.

They were met with nothing. Not one damn person. Whoever had run into this house seemed to have just disappeared into thin air. Cursing, Bari dropped his guard, lowered his weapon, and paced the room. His mind scrambled over the reports they’d studied, trying to recall every detail and feeling as if he had forgotten something. All eyes of the team were on him, waiting for a decision.

With a frustrated growl, he ripped open the front of his vest and breathed deep, letting air fill his tight chest. A bunker was supposed to be here, somewhere, but they had seen no evidence of it. It was like they’d been set up to clear an empty house. None of it made a damn lick of sense.

“Shit, we should have found something here. Where in the fuck did they go?” His team answered with silence. Shaking his head, he pushed his helmet off and scrubbed a hand through his hair.

Mike pulled a piece of gum from his pocket, unwrapped and shoved it in his mouth. The sound of his chewing snapped through the room. “Yeah, Bari, this looks like a dead-end. Doesn’t make any sense.”

Grabbing his pack of smokes from his own pocket, Bari popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

Needing to get some answers, Bari stepped around Tony. Adrenaline still rushed inside of him, his skin itchy with unused energy. He moved back down the hall and into the living area.

He glanced up. And time froze.

He would later tell himself he could have been faster, or ducked down. But Mike, a father with a six-year-old daughter back home, had followed behind him. So he didn’t move. Instead, he froze as the gunman stepped out from behind a door. Mike must have missed it. Fear stole up the back of his neck, the sensation reminiscent of a winding serpent. The gunman lifted his rifle. Low shouts rang out around Bari. Seconds ticked by like molasses dripping. Bari closed his eyes and braced for the pain, understanding he might not make it out alive. A shot rang out, the sound echoing through the walls. Pain exploded in his chest, his body. The cigarette he lit earlier dropped from his mouth, fell to the floor. He raised his eyes, meeting the gunman’s stare from across the room. Death sat in the man’s blank gaze, reflecting darkness, emptiness.

Bari felt consciousness slipping away. Funny how some people claim your life flashes before your eyes when you face death. Because the only thing that flashed before Bari’s was the life he never had and the woman who would’ve been in it: Mackenzie Walters.

Buy links:

Amazon

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All Romance E-books

Barnes and Noble: Coming soon, follow along at D.C’s website to find out soon.

Mid-week Inspiration : Love you Contest.

Forgive me for my tardiness with this post I was hemmed up with edits for a 50k book, and determined to finish that bad boy. The Muse has been screaming at me with new things she’d like to see.

It’s Feb, the month of love. Last year I focused on love for others, but I’ma change it up this year, and talk about loving yourself. So many times we get caught up in life, projects, and goals. We forget to take out a little time for ourselves to do that extra pampering. Treating ourselves to a new outfit, book, heck maybe a makeover or a massage.

The years go by, we have children, perhaps put on a bit of weight or gravity gets us and we start thinking we’re less. Which is so not true. My challenge to you and myself was to improve my romance with me. Yeah, I know it’s cheesy, but you know me enough to know that’s just how I roll.

I want to know how you plan on making sure you’re giving youself a little extra TLC this month.

Comment to win a relaxation basket of Goodies

*Grins.

Friday Free For all : Invitation for Saturday Shenanigans

Hello my lovelies this post is coming in late. I’ve painted, crafted, read, and written my booty off today, lol. It was busy but in a good way. I actually have an exciting event coming up tomorrow I wanted to share. I’m the host for Interracial day on Evernight Publishing’s readers group! I’ll be on chatting and causing mischief all day, and I’d love it if you stopped in and joined me.

Link

Come join us for some naughty fun hosted by Doris O’Connor’s latest heorine, Jemima

Today we have a special guest, Jemima, the lead in Doris O’Connor’s latest release, Too Devious to Tame

Hello everyone, my name is Jemima, and Doris twisted my arm until I agreed to tell you a little about her newest release, Too Devious To Tame.

Apparently it’s payback for the grief I gave Doris when she tried to write my story. Well, I didn’t ask her to do it and fancy giving it that title. It will make everyone groan and say, “Oh, no, not her.”

You see, readers will have met the old me in Too Cold To Love, and yeah, I guess, devious fit. I did some things I’m not too proud of. Make that a lot of things, but you see, once you’ve made the wrong choice, your path is set. Being a twin doesn’t help. I love my twin sister dearly, but Elise has always been the one people liked. Elise is the responsible one, Jemima is the flighty one. When we lost our mum, it just got worse. I didn’t cope with life too well, and eventually I just gave up trying.

I’ve always craved attention, and when you misbehave you get lots of attention. Not always the kind that is good for you. I can see Doris glaring at me now. I’m not to give any spoilers, either. I tell you this author of mine is a hard task master.

Imagine, letting me wake up in a hospital bed, and finding Giorgio looming over me? There is me with a thumping headache, can’t remember my own name, and Mr. Sex-on-legs announces he’s my… Oops, almost gave the game away there. Let’s just say we have history. Lots of complicated history and some joined enemies that try to kill me, and Giorgio.

Why he didn’t just leave me to them I shall never know…

But I am very glad he didn’t and we got this second chance. Now, I best get out of here, before my mouth runs away with me, and I tell you something I shouldn’t. Doris is apparently planning more stories in this series, and I dread to think what she’ll do to me in future books. I mean just look at Alex and Kitty… Okay, okay *zips mouth*, I need to get back to that hunk of mine anyway.

Ciao e grazie, Shyla 

BLURB:

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.

Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.

With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

EXCERPT:

Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.

“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”

He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away. When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.

He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.

“Shut your eyes for me, cara.” His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.

“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.” He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.

She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.

He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.

“Così bello, e tutto mio.” He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.

“That’s it, tesoro, fly for me.” He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.

When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, “If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real.”

Too Devious To Tame releases January 28th

Buy Link: 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.

Find Doris on the web here:

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This girl is on Fire! Book Spotlight on Gynger Fyer’s The Bucket List

This Saturday I have the sensational Gynger Fyre. Let me tell you guys, her names matched her writing. : winks:

BLURB:

Grace has lived through the toughest year of her life. With a family

crisis behind her, she is ready to usher in the New Year with a new

resolve. A routine end-of-the year dinner turns into a night of wild

bravado. With the urging of her best friend, she creates a Bucket

List, placing Mardi Gras at the very top! Grace plans on cutting a few

things loose on this road trip, starting with her inhibitions. That is

until Brett “The Wolf” McAllister accidentally gets hold of her list.

The sexy former pro-wrestler has been attracted to Grace since she

became his accountant several years ago. However, Grace has a strict

rule against mixing business with pleasure. Brett’s been biding his

time, slowly worming his way into her life. When he gets a look at her

Bucket List, all hell breaks loose. Not only does she plan on flashing

for beads, but she also plans on having a one-night-stand! There’s

just no way in hell he’s going to let that happen.

When Grace’s best friend has to cancel at the last minute, Brett is

ready to breathe a sigh of relief, but seeing Grace’s disappointment

has him playing the court jester as he volunteers to take her to Mardi

Gras. Something tells him things won’t be so easy in the ‘Big Easy’!

**EXCERPT**

“Say something!” she said, exasperated.

“What do you want me to say, Grace! I can’t win with you and I am not

going to argue with you. I care too much about you to go there. I am a

good man. You should already know that and if you don’t…”

His words trailed off and he stared ahead, continuing to drive.

Grace sat in her seat, feeling isolated and lonely. It had been over

an hour and Brett still sat stiff, looking straight ahead. She again

kicked herself for her off-the-wall response.

What was it about Brett that made her act so irrationally? Talk about

acting like an ass. She had just gone temporarily crazy and Brett

proved he was the one with sense by shutting her antics down. She’d

never been more embarrassed in her life. She knew he wasn’t the gigolo

she’d met several years ago; yet her mind did nothing but compel her

to say things that would push him away. She wanted to examine her

feelings, but the practical part of her said to let it be.

There was no reason to stir up a hornet’s nest. Right now he was

angry, and yes, she was jealous of ‘Miss Fat Booty’; that jealously

had caused her to pick a fight with Brett which she was now

regretting. How could she chastise Brett when they were only friends?

She tried to pull back from that rabbit’s hole because she knew she

would not like the truths which it contained. However, her feelings

could not be denied. She was in love with Brett. There, it was out in

the open. She breathed a sigh of relief, noticing her world had not

come to an end from her internal confession.

She’d messed up. She had allowed her insecurities to get the better of

her. Even when her last boyfriend cheated on her, she didn’t let her

emotions take over like she just had. She’d swallowed it down; not

realizing it would come back up at some point, threatening to snuff

out a good thing. Now, Brett was angry at her, and to be honest, he

had every right to be.

She glanced at his profile. His strong jaw was tight with pent-up

anger, and his brow was drawn low. The trip was ruined all because of

her. She had to do something. She was torn between just telling him

how she felt and keeping it to herself. At this point he was pissed at

her, anyway. What good would it do?

Shit! He just said he was hers for the taking. A warmth and rightness

bloomed in her chest as her heart picked up its pace. He seemed

sincere. Men just didn’t say binding stuff like that to women they

knew…right? Why would he lie? No, Brett was not the type to say

something like that to her just to get in her pants. Grace rubbed her

damp palms against the smooth fabric of her leather skirt, inhaled a

calming breath and opened her mouth. Nothing came out. She cleared her

throat and decided to try again. This time she picked imaginary lint

off of the arm of her pink two-piece sweater set and tugged at the

pearl pendant lying against her mock turtleneck.

Licking her lips, her mouth began to move and words came forth. Her

brain quickly raced to keep up with what she was saying but it was as

if there was a delay. She relaxed and hoped she didn’t botch it again.

“I apologize for what I said. You’re right, I was jealous of that

woman. I let it get the better of me and I took it out on you.”

Brett remained silent, keeping his eyes firmly on the road. Grace was

not sure if he was waiting for more or if he could care less. She

decided to keep going, after all, in for a penny, in for a pound, as

the old saying went.

“I do want you…that is, if you still want me to want you, because I

still want you to want me.”

She felt like she was in some weird Marvin Gaye song. “Get it

together, Grace,” she chided herself as she continued looking straight

ahead at the white lines whizzing underneath their car. The Navigator

ate up the road, bringing them closer to New Orleans. She was afraid

to look at him, afraid to hear his answer.

The SUV began to pick up speed, and then, even more speed. She looked

over at Brett in question as he weaved in front of a semi truck on the

two lane highway. Her hands went to the door handle automatically as

her body stiffened. His knuckles were yellow from gripping the wheel.

“Brett?” she questioned.

He didn’t say a word, only looked in his rear view mirror as he

quickly veered over to the shoulder of the highway. The rough caution

grooves on the shoulder made a loud grinding sound, warning them they

had left the road. They were on the edge now, nearly off the highway

surface. The land was flat where he stopped, half on the shoulder and

half in the grass. Brett was out of the truck before she could form a

question.

Whipping her head around, she watched him circle the back of the truck

and come up next to her door, yanking it open. His features were

focused and intent as he undid her seat belt.

Man, he was really pissed if he was putting her out. She was about to

apologize again, but Brett pulled her face to his as his mouth landed

on hers.

Their teeth clinked momentarily before his tongue swept into her

mouth. He masterfully controlled the kiss. All she could do was hang

on to his broad shoulders as he turned her body towards him and leaned

her back. She was still seated, but now she was almost straddling him.

Her leather skirt was pushed nearly to her waist as his big, warm

hands glided up the sides of her legs, leaving a trail of fire in

their wake.

His touch was firm and sure, and she started to come alive. Grace

moaned as his hand traveled down her neck to her shoulders and then to

her breasts, cupping their melon-like fullness. She felt a fire kindle

inside of her body and gasped in awe as his touch heated her very

blood.

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Friday Free for All! The Given : Spotlight Review

Congrats to Sky Godess who’s the winner of the T-shirt from Weds contest! Thanks to everyone who stopped in, and participated!

Phew. Gotta tell you guys. It took some thinking to come up with today’s post. This Lady’s mind is fried. I’m looking forward to the weekend to just vegetate and read. I’m actually going to do a spotlight for the fantastic author, Ashylnn Monroe. I finished her amazing story, Given last night.

I can only describe this as a dystopia romance with a serious twist. I’m going to set it up for you, a sickness swept across the world and killed off most of the women. Fast forward almost twenty years later. Women are so scarce they’re kept in “Special facilities “until they’re 21st birthday when they’re “Given” in a lottery to six men. The main goal is procreation. If you haven’t become pregnant with your six in a set amount of time, it’s off to the next bunch.

I traveled this journey with Kristannie, who was nothing short of amazing! Raised in a facility for most of her life she’s been sheltered from the tumultuous world outside. When her twenty-first birthday arrives she’s thrust outside where she must deal with anger, fear, six horny men, and her own sexuality. Kristi was strong, she accepted her duty with open eyes but her lack of experience made her vulnerable at the same time. Ms. Monroe has a way with words. I could see, taste, hear, and feel every scene. I believed the world had been ravaged by sickness, the government had taken over, and the life left was a watered down version of bleakness. Just the thought of having no choice who you end up with makes me as little sick to my stomach. It’s not an arranged marriage, because those no longer exist, it’s a gilded cage.

The men too have their issues. I was impressed with her ability to give each of them a distinct personality, and past that directly effects who they are. In a way this was a many stories coming together to form one. It’s real, gritty, raw, and honest. They don’t all get together and find a happy balance, hell, she doesn’t even like anyone. I was worried about a happily ever after with this one. I truly didn’t see how she could pull it off. She did by the way. :Winks:

This story stirred so many emotions in me. I had to sit on it for a day before I wrote this review. I highly recommend it! I will say though , the sex scenes are hot, hot, hot , and there are some scenes that might be hard to swallow. No Pun intended.

Buy your copy here

Mid-week Inspiration : It’s okay to be selfish sometimes… giveaways

In order to be the best, Mother, Wife, Sister, Friend, Family member, etc. we have to be a little selfish. Yeap I said it. Some folks might balk at it, a lot of people may fight me on it, but it’s true. I liken it to the oxygen mask on airplanes. Place your own mask over your mouth before assisting others. You have to be okay first.

As women these days we’re expected to be a super hero. We wear so many hats. Mommy, wife, organizer, planner, plotter, and don’t forget, we should be impeccably groomed, fit, and in smart clothes as we juggle kids, and diaper bags along with everything else. You’re laughing right now, but how many of us have felt this way? :raises hands:

I was fortunate enough to attend a meeting that had an amazing speaker! She said something that hit home. “Give yourself permission to be a little selfish, because in order to be the best you can be, you have to.” Make that extra time in the evenings to do your writing, reading, or just have silence. Tell the kids it’s “mommy’s time”, and don’t feel guilty about it. You’re teaching them to make time for themselves, that they’re important, and worth it.

By nature I am a nurturer. Ask any of my long time friends. You need an honest opinion, a shoulder to cry on, or solid advice, I’m your woman. I know all about responsibilities. I’m a stay at home mom of two, a military wife, a writer, and a job holder in the publishing industry. For the most part I’m good at managing it all. Recently however, I noticed I was feeling epically run down, like my batteries weren’t able to hold a charge. I haven’t been myself. It took this wonderful, inspiring, wise, woman to make everything click. I need a break, a getaway, a respite, and there’s no shame in it. Hubby and I put our heads together and currently I’m working on planning a trip. Not just any, but one I’ve dreamed of taking for years. Now I don’t want to jinx anything so I’ll keep it mum for now. But I encourage you, please make sure you make time for you, and take care of yourselves.

How do you carve time out for yourself? What did you do to recharge and re inspire yourself? Leave a comment to enter the contest to enter to win a T-shirt

I’m also over at the fantastic Doris O’Connor’s. Swing over and comment there for a chance to win my latest, Vixen Claimed. Link

Friday Free For All: Book Trailer Première & Release Party

Today’s release day for Vixen Claimed ! Yay! If you haven’t swung by the release party yet, make sure you do, there’ll be plenty of prizes, games, fun … and maybe a few sneak peaks . Party

Congrats to Cherryce who won the book giveaway this week!

I promised you guys Sneak Peaks today… so here we go

Sorrow’s Muse

Blurb

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 scared 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?

Video Première

Mid-Week Inspiration: Celebrate the now

In our fast paces world of goals and trying to move forward and stay motivated we skip over our accomplishments. This month I’ve had things happen I never would’ve expected and I want to take the time to celebrate them and say thank you! My very first ménage releases Friday the 18th. For all of you who’ve been asking about the Sequel to the Wanting, It’s been accepted! Yay! I’ll talk about it this Friday, so mark your calendars. I also had a trailer made for my first. : Drum roll : Book with Amira ! I’m so very excited to be counted among their authors. I’ve had a trailer made, and I’ll be showing it here very soon. That releases the 15th of February.

There will be lots of things coming up and I really owe that to you guys. I appreciate your support so much. Without you guys my voice would never be heard so I’m running a contest! One commenter will win a book. Join me Friday for the release party and you can win plenty more. Release Party

What have you accomplished? Smile and be proud before you move on down the line.

Blurb

When Devlin’s car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.

Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.

Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she’s his best friend’s ex.

Excerpt:

“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”

“No I am—very attracted.”

He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.

“Wow.”

“I second that, dear.”

“I want to do it again.”

Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.

“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.

“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.

“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”

She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.

“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.

“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.

“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.

“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”

“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.

“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.

“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.

“I-I can’t,” she huffed.

“You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.

“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.

“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?

“Shit, yes.”

“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”

“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”

“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.

“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.

“Yes.”

She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.

“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.