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December 5, 2012
New Release!! The Lawman's Librarian!
I'm thrilled to say that my debut piece to the Evernight Publishing Romance on the Go line is now officially available for purchase!The Lawman's Librarian
Blurb:
Romance on the Go
When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister, he fully expects to have a miserable time. What he doesn’t know is that she has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves. Peter’s the town’s librarian and has been the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children. The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.
After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights, Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts. When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss, Nick has to make a choice. Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter? Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?
Excerpt:
Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming
He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin. Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly. Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.
Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him. Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it. He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking. He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.
He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover. Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole. The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly. Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.
He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat. Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
“Nick. Nick, please, please I’m ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me. Come on, come on, come on!” Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
“Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.” Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.
Blurb:
Romance on the Go
When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister, he fully expects to have a miserable time. What he doesn’t know is that she has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves. Peter’s the town’s librarian and has been the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children. The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.
After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights, Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts. When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss, Nick has to make a choice. Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter? Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?
Excerpt:
Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming
He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin. Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly. Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.
Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him. Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it. He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking. He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.
He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover. Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole. The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly. Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.
He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat. Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
“Nick. Nick, please, please I’m ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me. Come on, come on, come on!” Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
“Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.” Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.
December 4, 2012
Put some Kink in your Christmas!
If you haven't already bought a copy then don't miss out on this wonderful anthology!
Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition
This Christmas, good will isn’t all these sexy men are going to get…
Ménage loving and chance encounters will make the holidays merry and bright and hot enough to keep out the cold. From a romp in Santa’s candy house to a dinner party where chains and collars are required attire, Christmas for these naughty men is going to be anything but vanilla.
Be Warned: m/m sex, m/m/m ménage sex, BDSM, sex toys, rimming
~5 Author Kink Anthology~
Boughs of Love by Rebecca Brochu
Dressed for Dinner by Pelaam
Tied with a Bow by Nicola Cameron
Enough About Earl by Giselle Renarde
The Christmas Cookies by Troy Storm
Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition
This Christmas, good will isn’t all these sexy men are going to get…
Ménage loving and chance encounters will make the holidays merry and bright and hot enough to keep out the cold. From a romp in Santa’s candy house to a dinner party where chains and collars are required attire, Christmas for these naughty men is going to be anything but vanilla.
Be Warned: m/m sex, m/m/m ménage sex, BDSM, sex toys, rimming
~5 Author Kink Anthology~
Boughs of Love by Rebecca Brochu
Dressed for Dinner by Pelaam
Tied with a Bow by Nicola Cameron
Enough About Earl by Giselle Renarde
The Christmas Cookies by Troy Storm
November 30, 2012
Welcome Raven Mcallan!!
I'm honored to have the ever talented Raven Mcallan on the blog today for not one but TWO new releases!!
So where do I start? I'm in the somewhat strange situation of having two books out in two days. It might be strange but it is very exciting! Yesterday my free read, Where There's A Will was released by Evernight Publishing. It's regency and er hot!
Will my hero was most insistent I told his story, and in the end I had no option. He was also insistent we let you all have a chance to read it for free! (Terrible grammar—his words!) He's on a steep learning curve.
Here's the blurb…
When William Lord Barlow gets lost in a snowstorm he dos not expect his rescuer to ambush him in the stable, even if his tormentor seems familiar.Blindfolded and helpless, he soon realizes that the only way out is to submit. Will The Dom manage to turn into a sub for one night?
And an excerpt:The sharp pleasure pain, as the probing finger pushed hard into his arse-hole made him gasp and writhe. The pain left him so fast he had no time to wonder if it was always thus. A sense of weightlessness, of euphoria and desire to please and give everything he was capable of took over his mind, and he arched into that probe, demanding, nay begging for more. His lover obliged, with another finger stretching and filling him, before they pulled out, leaving him empty and wanting. He had no time to dwell on that emotion, however. Sweet lord a tongue licked and nibbled the sensitive skin that stretched between his balls and anus. Never before had he been the recipient of such overwhelming joy. Damn, I wish I could see this, see his face as he rims and makes me hover on the edge. It seemed his wishes were answered, as his blindfold was removed, and his other shackle released. Wise now to what would follow, he remained silent, and still, head bowed, not chancing even one small glance in the direction of his Dom without express permission. The situation had his nerves on a knife-edge, his body primed and ready to spring into action, and his teeth hard on his tongue to stop him uttering any unbidden words."That is good. You learn fast. I'm going to lift your shift over your head; you need to be naked for our enjoyment. Do not move until I relay your next command. I think you need to see your punishment, Will. Do you agree?""Yes sir, thank you, sir." Again he relished the chance to hear those words, usually uttered from his lips, and to be able to give the responses he would habitually demand."Stand, head bowed, and do not look at me until I command you to. Take your cock and stroke it. Show me how it weeps for attention." That was one of the easier commands; eagerly he took his rampant cock in between his fingers and pumped. From under his lashes he saw an elegant hand appear and touch his nipple. Busy fingers played, and a sharp pain, one so swift and sudden it made him gasp, circled and hit his tiny nub. It stiffened and hardened as the silken thread around it tightened and bit. Will concentrated on relaxing, and he waited for a similar sensation to assail his other nipple. However it seemed he had trained his lover well, for he waited in vain. Nothing happened. Instead his neck was nipped and sucked in such a way that his skin would be tattooed with a rich red mark for weeks to come."Now, Will, it's time to be punished for your transgressions. You will not speak, you will do as I tell you, and you will only come on my command. Do not move your hands, do not look up, or lift your head. Nod if you agree, speak your safe word if you do not."He nodded.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And today, I have The Best Man's Bridesmaid out.
Sorry you'll have to pay for this. However, It's book two in my Ladies of London Series, all of them set in regency times.Blurb…Discovering your fiancé is not who you thought she was brings unexpected delights.
Charlie, Lord Lampson was resigned to marry the dowdy fiancé he remembered. However, the woman he meets at his best friend's wedding is anything but dowdy.Caroline has led a secret life and she has no intention of making it easy for CharlieThey have met in her other persona. When Charlie discovers the truth, will it be happy ever after or the scandal of the season?
The Best Man's Bridesmaid is available fromhttp://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=17&products_id=388#.ULZJzY6Rnww
you can contact me through www.ravenmcallan.com And I love to chat!
So where do I start? I'm in the somewhat strange situation of having two books out in two days. It might be strange but it is very exciting! Yesterday my free read, Where There's A Will was released by Evernight Publishing. It's regency and er hot!
Will my hero was most insistent I told his story, and in the end I had no option. He was also insistent we let you all have a chance to read it for free! (Terrible grammar—his words!) He's on a steep learning curve.
Here's the blurb…
When William Lord Barlow gets lost in a snowstorm he dos not expect his rescuer to ambush him in the stable, even if his tormentor seems familiar.Blindfolded and helpless, he soon realizes that the only way out is to submit. Will The Dom manage to turn into a sub for one night?
And an excerpt:The sharp pleasure pain, as the probing finger pushed hard into his arse-hole made him gasp and writhe. The pain left him so fast he had no time to wonder if it was always thus. A sense of weightlessness, of euphoria and desire to please and give everything he was capable of took over his mind, and he arched into that probe, demanding, nay begging for more. His lover obliged, with another finger stretching and filling him, before they pulled out, leaving him empty and wanting. He had no time to dwell on that emotion, however. Sweet lord a tongue licked and nibbled the sensitive skin that stretched between his balls and anus. Never before had he been the recipient of such overwhelming joy. Damn, I wish I could see this, see his face as he rims and makes me hover on the edge. It seemed his wishes were answered, as his blindfold was removed, and his other shackle released. Wise now to what would follow, he remained silent, and still, head bowed, not chancing even one small glance in the direction of his Dom without express permission. The situation had his nerves on a knife-edge, his body primed and ready to spring into action, and his teeth hard on his tongue to stop him uttering any unbidden words."That is good. You learn fast. I'm going to lift your shift over your head; you need to be naked for our enjoyment. Do not move until I relay your next command. I think you need to see your punishment, Will. Do you agree?""Yes sir, thank you, sir." Again he relished the chance to hear those words, usually uttered from his lips, and to be able to give the responses he would habitually demand."Stand, head bowed, and do not look at me until I command you to. Take your cock and stroke it. Show me how it weeps for attention." That was one of the easier commands; eagerly he took his rampant cock in between his fingers and pumped. From under his lashes he saw an elegant hand appear and touch his nipple. Busy fingers played, and a sharp pain, one so swift and sudden it made him gasp, circled and hit his tiny nub. It stiffened and hardened as the silken thread around it tightened and bit. Will concentrated on relaxing, and he waited for a similar sensation to assail his other nipple. However it seemed he had trained his lover well, for he waited in vain. Nothing happened. Instead his neck was nipped and sucked in such a way that his skin would be tattooed with a rich red mark for weeks to come."Now, Will, it's time to be punished for your transgressions. You will not speak, you will do as I tell you, and you will only come on my command. Do not move your hands, do not look up, or lift your head. Nod if you agree, speak your safe word if you do not."He nodded.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And today, I have The Best Man's Bridesmaid out.
Sorry you'll have to pay for this. However, It's book two in my Ladies of London Series, all of them set in regency times.Blurb…Discovering your fiancé is not who you thought she was brings unexpected delights.
Charlie, Lord Lampson was resigned to marry the dowdy fiancé he remembered. However, the woman he meets at his best friend's wedding is anything but dowdy.Caroline has led a secret life and she has no intention of making it easy for CharlieThey have met in her other persona. When Charlie discovers the truth, will it be happy ever after or the scandal of the season?
The Best Man's Bridesmaid is available fromhttp://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=17&products_id=388#.ULZJzY6Rnww
you can contact me through www.ravenmcallan.com And I love to chat!
November 25, 2012
The Next Big Thing Blog Hop!!
I was tagged in this The Next Big Thing by the magnificent Robin Badillo and I'm thrilled to answer the questions and let everyone know what's going on in my part of the writing world!!
What is the working title of your next book?At the moment I'm working on more than one project but the one that I've devoted the most time to would have to be the one that at the moment is called Red Moon Rising.
Where did the idea come from for the book?It actually came to me when I was writing Wolf at the Door . I decided that I also wanted to do a version of Little Red Riding Hood that was set in the past and started making notes on a new story. In the end when I finished Wolf I ended up with the outline for this piece as well and I found that I was eager to turn into a full length Naughty Fairy Tale.
What genre does your book fall under?Paranormal, Erotic, Alternative M/M
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?Oh this is surprisingly easy since my picks are actually the two actors I modeled these characters off of in the first place!
I would love to see Tyler Hoechlin play Wolfrick more than anything.
And Dylan O'Brien would make a marvelous Lukas!
(Anyone who knows these two will understand why and will also know a bit more about me!)
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
When the red moon rises the wolf comes out to play.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?I intend to submit it to Evernight Publishing! Hopefully they'll accept it!
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?I'm still working on it of course but so far I've been at it for almost a month.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?I would have to say that it actually relates to my own story Wolf at the Door but outside of pieces that I have done that are similar I would compare it to pieces such as In the Wolf's Tower by Marie Medina and The Wolves of Argonne by Kastil Eavenshade since these are both wonderful pieces that have a different take on the same fairy tale.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Once again it came from a desire to do my own version of Little Red Riding Hood and it directly spawned from a story my hero Raylan tells in Wolf at the Door. Although I can't deny that a certain television show played a part in my process!
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
Well this story is going to take the well known fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood and twist it into something deeper and sexier where the wolf's desire to eat Little Red is all too apparent!
I am tagging the following authors so be sure to stop by their blogs as well!!
November 19, 2012
C.R. Moss and R.M. Sotera with Wild West Hauntings!
A look at character, Rachel Star, from ‘Wild West Hauntings’
Hi all! Rachel Star here. I’m a city girl from the NY/NJ area who just finished her graduate work in psychology. People have likened my look to those of Mila Kunis. :) It’s almost Christmas time, and I took a trip to the Double D ranch to visit my sister and help out with a wedding. For a good while before the trip, I really thought I’d be able to kick back and relax. But that wasn’t the case. Plagued by erotic dreams, a ghost who loves me and a poltergeist, my life became a bit chaotic, and I started to think I was losing my mind. Thank heavens for a good support system, and the fact that I wasn’t the only one experiencing the hauntings.Yes, I mentioned a ghost who loves me. Do I love him? Well, I don’t want to give the story away, but I will say love doesn’t come easy for me. For several years I’d had my nose buried in books and relationships weren’t high on my priority list. I fell out of practice with matters of the heart.Where’s the Double D? Well, it’s located several miles outside the city limits of Las Vegas. The rugged, untamed beauty of the high desert is quite different than the pavement and skyscraper cities I’m used to. Though I do like the tranquility of the ranch, I’m looking forward to a trip down to a resort spa on the strip for a massage, manicure and pedicure! Boy do I need it!Want to know why I need the pampering? Give Wild West Hauntings a read. ;)
An Editor’s Pick ~ Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/wild-west-hauntings-by-c-r-moss-and-r-m-sotera/
Blurb for Wild West Hauntings: In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?~~ Be Warned: sex toys ~~~~ An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western ~~
An excerpt from Wild West HauntingsRachel snuggled deep within the confines of the down comforter, relaxed and content for the first time in months. Relieved to no longer have to cram for exams, write research papers or defend her thesis, she sighed, then closed her eyes. The travel time from Newark to Las Vegas, Nevada had been longer than expected due to storms, winding her nerves tighter than they already were. It was nice to finally settle down, stop moving and cease thinking. Within a few minutes, she drifted into a familiar dream world.Subtle fragrances of leather and sandalwood filled the air. His memorable scent encompassed her. An eternity without him, or what seemed to be that long, ended as her dream lover drew near. A serene smile played at the corners of her lips. Dalton, it’s been awhile, she purred in her mind.Behind her, the bed and covers shifted. He settled his body against her. Restless throbs of desire pulsed through her as she molded against him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He nibbled on her earlobe and snaked his strong arms around her. Warm breath wisped over the side of her face.“My star. My lovely wife. How good it is to have you in my arms.” Lips brushed her jaw just below her ear, sending tingles down her side and arm.A quick burst of panic shot through her. This seems to be more than a lucid dream. Rachel reached behind her, with a cautious sweep of her arm and hand, hoping to find empty space.She didn’t.
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. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.
Find C.R. Moss here ~
* Website: http://www.crmoss.net/
* Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/* Double D Ranch Tales: http://doubledranchtales.blogspot.com/
* Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author
* Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss* Evernight Publishing – C.R. Moss: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/C.R.-Moss.html
* Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/C.R.-Moss/e/B002DBE49W
* All Romance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=C.R.+Moss
* Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/cr-moss
Find R.M. Sotera here ~
Website: www.rmsotera.comFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/rmsoteraTwitter: http://twitter.com/rmsoteraAmazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/R.M.-Sotera/e/B004QSY9AOSiren Bookstrand Author Page: http://www.bookstrand.com/r-m-soteraEvernight Publishing Author Page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/R.M.-Sotera.htmlExtasy Books Author Page: http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product/author&author_id=502Vice President - Las Vegas Romance Writers: http://lasvegasrwa.org/~~Welcome to the Wild West ~~Double D Ranch Tales Blogspot: http://doubledranchtales.blogspot.com/Goodreads Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4171569.R_M_Sotera
November 11, 2012
Raven Mcallan's Silver Silk Ties
What's better than a Regency Love story? One with a twist!
Silver Silk Ties … Blurb
Araminta knew what she wanted, and being left on her wedding night was not it. Finding her husband in the notorious house on Silk Street, she hoped her luck had changed. Perhaps this would not be the marriage of convenience she feared. If only she could persuade him that she was indeed the sub he needed.
Meeting his new wife at the one place all deep dark desires could be satisfied, Felton wondered if he had been mistaken? Was this a marriage of mutual passion and ideals? Would she truly obey? There was only one way to find out, test her submission.
And an excerpt to tease you…
Ara's skin gleamed with the evidence of her arousal. Her eyes were shining, her breathing rapid. The tantalizing pulse in her throat was beating out a rapid message. 'I'm ready, take me.' He would, and soon.Felton picked up a soft silk crop and walked towards her. It was designed to stimulate rather than sting, and he knew the touch of it on her body would arouse and frustrate her."Take hold of the posts, Ara. I will not tie you. I want to see how you respond to directions. You will not speak, or come until I say so. Are you happy with that? You must vocalize your answer then remain silent.""Yes, sir."Were there ever two more glorious words?He waited until she took hold of each post. It stretched her arms, almost to their length, and her breasts tightened as she did so, her nipples peaked and hard. Then with studious care, Felton rested the tip of the crop at the entrance to her channel. He let the ties trace a delicate pattern on her bare mound, and across her thighs. She squirmed, and her juices coated the silk, darkening the color. Felton swished and snapped the crop so it snaked over her quim. Ara bit down on her lip. The sensation she would be experiencing would be akin to a feather tickling, or a set of soft wet kisses, creating a trail over her. He would be hard put to make a mark of any kind. For all that, he had no intention of reddening her skin with it. The idea was to raise her awareness, to arouse her to screaming point before he moved on. Again, he snapped and flicked."Good girl," he praised her as he watched her struggle not to speak. "It's so hard, isn't it? You want more, don't you? Do you want to feel the sting, Ara, the pleasure pain of something with a little bite to it? Shall I give it to you?" He wondered how she would respond, given he had told her not to speak.She nodded. He stroked her channel once more. The ribbons of the crop were damp with her juices, and he wanted to lift them to smell her essence, and add his juices to hers."Then I shall reward you. Roll onto your stomach." Felton didn't wait to see if she obeyed. He dropped the crop into a bin—he had many more, all made especially for him—and picked up another one. Instead of all silk flails, this had a mixture of silk and leather. It was still not one that would inflict great pain. Felton had long acknowledged he had no taste for that. He preferred a long, slow, teasing arousal, and a hint of pain. This, he knew, would deliver both. It also, produced a satisfying noise when he moved it. In fact, he mused as he walked back to the bed, where Ara was now on her front, the fear of what that noise could mean, was conceivably a greater stimulus than its touch."On your knees, and take hold of the bed head." He waited until she had moved and placed a high pillow between her breasts and quim. "Is that comfortable? Flex your hand if it is, speak if not."Her hand flexed. Satisfied, he moved her hair so her back was uncovered, and trailed a series of nipping kisses down her spine. She arched upwards to seek more, and he pressed her down with one hand. With the other, he spanked her soft rear, and then slipped his fingers between her legs to thrust one finger inside her soaked channel.Felton looked at his cock now covered in pre-cum and standing out proudly from its nest of dark curls. Soon, he promised himself. Without warning, he brought the crop down hard on her arse. The sting would be no more than that, but the unexpectedness, he knew, would make it feel more than it was.She moaned, and he bit back his chuckle."Ah, dear Ara, you were commanded not to vocalize. I'm sure I heard a moan. Does that mean you disobeyed me?"She was silent. Then slowly nodded.
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Elyzabeth M. Valey's The Lost Mercenary
Thank you for having me at your blog today! The Lost Mercenary is book 3 in The Mercenary Tales series. After publishing The Mercenary Knight (book 1), I had no intention of continuing the other men’s tales, but Wybert and Gregorii started to demand I tell their story. After showing what happened to Wybert in The Mercenary Slave (book 2), it was time for Gregorii to steal the spotlight… Blurb:
All he ever wanted was a family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone—until Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope reemerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.
Emmeline has a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past, present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.
How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?
Excerpt:
Sharply taking hold of her hands, he tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.
“Grearióus, release me or I will kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur.
He lifted his eyes to her face and licked his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”
Emmeline spat at his feet and he grinned.
“Tell me what I want to know and I will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes, but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he brushed it off like a bothersome fly.
“I’ve been submitted to worst torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at hurting others.”
“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I have changed.”
“No, you haven’t. You are still the gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.
“You didn’t want to hurt me too badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth, you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of the world.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, Grearióus. I lost my vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the
world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously. “But now, I challenge for survival.”
“You don’t always have to fight against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”
He watched Emmeline carefully as she lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear, causing his heart to flutter nervously. “Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked softly.
Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.”
“I think there is.”
She shook her head, lose strands of her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.
“You will tell me.”
“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”
“I will torture you for information.”
“I am no stranger to pain.”
Gregorii grinned and laughed. Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers, wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away.
“I am no stranger to sex,” she said huskily.
Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”
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November 4, 2012
London Saint James with The Good Sister 2
Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my newest release, The Good Sister (Part Two). Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.~Francois Rabelais~
The Good Sister Part Two Blurb:
Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.
When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?
Note: The Good Sister 2 is the completion of a two-book, erotic contemporary series. Best if read in order. The Good Sister 2 contains anal sex, abduction and attempted rape of the heroine by a secondary character.
The Good Sister Part Two Excerpt:
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited. “Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.” Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.” “And you need to zip your pants.” Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge. “Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?” “Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.” As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.” “Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.” Ashton stepped in front of me. “Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.” Reid’s eyes flickered fury. “Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.” “Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.” Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary. “Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?” “No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin. “So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?” Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand. “Well...” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.” A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid. I snapped. “Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!” Ashton chuckled. “Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled. He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake. Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.
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October 30, 2012
Winner of Wolf at the Door!!
Congrats to Darcy for winning a free copy of my M/M werewolf novella Wolf at the Door!
Her comment was picked by a random number generator in the interest of fairness. I hope everyone will stop by in the future for the chance to win other prizes and Darcy I hope you enjoy the read!
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October 21, 2012
Werewolves, Huntsmen, and Love Oh My!
I'm happy to say that my newest release Wolf at the Door is now available at Evernight Publishing!
Wolf at the Door
Darin Brightmore is a nurse who runs to escape the stress of his job. He’s unprepared when a routine trip down a local hiking trail lands him in the arms of a sexy stranger. Darin is instantly drawn to the charming Raylan and is disappointed when their encounter is cut short. Shortly after the encounter his life takes a turn for the strange.
Raylan Loup is a werewolf who is beyond pleasantly surprised when he stumbles across the enticing Darin one late afternoon. Determined to claim the quirky nurse as his own, Raylan sets out to win Darin over. Unfortunately, the appearance of a Huntsman dead set on putting Raylan down turns what should have been a routine courtship into a battleground.Can Darin accept all of the danger that comes with being Raylan’s mate or will he wish he never let the wolf at the door into his heart?Now if that hasn't got your attention then check out this excerpt! Be Warned: m/m sex Excerpt:Raylan presses their joined hands to Darin’s stomach, and his other arm comes up to wrap around his chest so that his hand is hooked around the curve of Darin’s opposite shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Darin isn’t ashamed of the way his stomach clenches and his cock goes hard and long in his loose fitting pants. Not when he can feel every inch of Raylan against him and he knows that the werewolf is just as affected. Raylan dips his head and nudges Darin’s to the side so that he can run his nose along the length of his throat.“You have no idea what it did to me to have you ask for something. What it did to the wolf to have you participate, even unknowingly, in the gifting. It took all the control I had left not to come for you then. Not to push my way into your life and take and take until there was no part of you I hadn’t touched, no part I hadn’t tasted. No part of you that wasn’t completely mixed with a part of me.” Raylan’s teeth close over the tender flesh of Darin’s neck, and he whimpers, hips bucking up and fingers tightening around Raylan’s hand. Raylan doesn’t stop. He just tightens his hold on Darin’s shoulder, squeezes his hand in return, and grinds the long arch of his cock against Darin’s ass. When he finally pulls away, Darin is breathless and knows that he’s going to have one hell of a mark. It makes something inside of him sit up and whine, makes him want to beg Raylan to do it over and over again, to mark him from head to toe.“It got worse when I had to leave, when the Huntsman was so hard on my trail I had to disappear for a while to try to make it seem like I’d moved on. I was two states away and the wolf would take over, would drag me almost halfway here before I could take control back enough to turn around.” Raylan whispers the words into Darin’s ear.“I-I don’t understand. Why would the wolf drag you back here when there’s danger?” Darin does his best to keep his voice even, but he knows he’s failing, can feel the tremors that are wracking his body and the way his heart’s beating fast enough to burst.“Because it wants you, too, just as bad as I do, and it didn’t like being away from you, being unable to protect you. And then last night when you helped me, when you treated the wound, put me in your bed and then slipped in beside me like a true mate would, I couldn’t help but move things forward to the next step.”Darin remembers the hot press and glide of bodies and hands, the thick heat of Raylan pressed against him and the tight ring of his fingers as he wrung Darin’s orgasm out of him. He has a fairly good idea of what the third step is. He can vaguely remember Raylan rubbing his back, the warm dampness of his hand and the way his skin had been sticky and itchy this morning. His dawning awareness must show somehow because Raylan’s laughing again, a dark husky chuckle that sends puffs of warm air across the mark on Darin’s neck.“Hmm, I enjoyed it, too, enjoyed rubbing my scent onto you and yours onto me, enjoyed the thought of you lying there asleep, so trusting and smelling of our sex. It’s a sign that you’re mine, that you belong to me and that I’m going to mate you. If another wolf got anywhere near you they’d know right away that you were taken. It’s still a struggle not to bend you over this counter and take you, to hold back and not fuck you right here in this kitchen until you can’t move, can’t think, without feeling me inside of you. The scenting helps, even though the fact that it’s faded a bit because of your shower is slowly driving me crazy. I want to be so deep inside your skin that you’ll never wash me off.”Raylan untangles their fingers, and his now free hand skims its way beneath Darin’s too large shirt, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his pants. His fingers caress the arch of Darin’s cock, finding the little wet spot on the fabric that’s proof of just how affected Darin is and worrying it with a nail.“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fix that problem right now.”For your chance to win a copy simply do the following:Follow this blogLike my author's fan page: Author Rebecca BrochuLeave a comment on this blog with your email attached so that you can be reached.
Wolf at the Door
Darin Brightmore is a nurse who runs to escape the stress of his job. He’s unprepared when a routine trip down a local hiking trail lands him in the arms of a sexy stranger. Darin is instantly drawn to the charming Raylan and is disappointed when their encounter is cut short. Shortly after the encounter his life takes a turn for the strange.
Raylan Loup is a werewolf who is beyond pleasantly surprised when he stumbles across the enticing Darin one late afternoon. Determined to claim the quirky nurse as his own, Raylan sets out to win Darin over. Unfortunately, the appearance of a Huntsman dead set on putting Raylan down turns what should have been a routine courtship into a battleground.Can Darin accept all of the danger that comes with being Raylan’s mate or will he wish he never let the wolf at the door into his heart?Now if that hasn't got your attention then check out this excerpt! Be Warned: m/m sex Excerpt:Raylan presses their joined hands to Darin’s stomach, and his other arm comes up to wrap around his chest so that his hand is hooked around the curve of Darin’s opposite shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Darin isn’t ashamed of the way his stomach clenches and his cock goes hard and long in his loose fitting pants. Not when he can feel every inch of Raylan against him and he knows that the werewolf is just as affected. Raylan dips his head and nudges Darin’s to the side so that he can run his nose along the length of his throat.“You have no idea what it did to me to have you ask for something. What it did to the wolf to have you participate, even unknowingly, in the gifting. It took all the control I had left not to come for you then. Not to push my way into your life and take and take until there was no part of you I hadn’t touched, no part I hadn’t tasted. No part of you that wasn’t completely mixed with a part of me.” Raylan’s teeth close over the tender flesh of Darin’s neck, and he whimpers, hips bucking up and fingers tightening around Raylan’s hand. Raylan doesn’t stop. He just tightens his hold on Darin’s shoulder, squeezes his hand in return, and grinds the long arch of his cock against Darin’s ass. When he finally pulls away, Darin is breathless and knows that he’s going to have one hell of a mark. It makes something inside of him sit up and whine, makes him want to beg Raylan to do it over and over again, to mark him from head to toe.“It got worse when I had to leave, when the Huntsman was so hard on my trail I had to disappear for a while to try to make it seem like I’d moved on. I was two states away and the wolf would take over, would drag me almost halfway here before I could take control back enough to turn around.” Raylan whispers the words into Darin’s ear.“I-I don’t understand. Why would the wolf drag you back here when there’s danger?” Darin does his best to keep his voice even, but he knows he’s failing, can feel the tremors that are wracking his body and the way his heart’s beating fast enough to burst.“Because it wants you, too, just as bad as I do, and it didn’t like being away from you, being unable to protect you. And then last night when you helped me, when you treated the wound, put me in your bed and then slipped in beside me like a true mate would, I couldn’t help but move things forward to the next step.”Darin remembers the hot press and glide of bodies and hands, the thick heat of Raylan pressed against him and the tight ring of his fingers as he wrung Darin’s orgasm out of him. He has a fairly good idea of what the third step is. He can vaguely remember Raylan rubbing his back, the warm dampness of his hand and the way his skin had been sticky and itchy this morning. His dawning awareness must show somehow because Raylan’s laughing again, a dark husky chuckle that sends puffs of warm air across the mark on Darin’s neck.“Hmm, I enjoyed it, too, enjoyed rubbing my scent onto you and yours onto me, enjoyed the thought of you lying there asleep, so trusting and smelling of our sex. It’s a sign that you’re mine, that you belong to me and that I’m going to mate you. If another wolf got anywhere near you they’d know right away that you were taken. It’s still a struggle not to bend you over this counter and take you, to hold back and not fuck you right here in this kitchen until you can’t move, can’t think, without feeling me inside of you. The scenting helps, even though the fact that it’s faded a bit because of your shower is slowly driving me crazy. I want to be so deep inside your skin that you’ll never wash me off.”Raylan untangles their fingers, and his now free hand skims its way beneath Darin’s too large shirt, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his pants. His fingers caress the arch of Darin’s cock, finding the little wet spot on the fabric that’s proof of just how affected Darin is and worrying it with a nail.“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fix that problem right now.”For your chance to win a copy simply do the following:Follow this blogLike my author's fan page: Author Rebecca BrochuLeave a comment on this blog with your email attached so that you can be reached.
