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Guest Blog: Werewolf Evolution with Carrie Ann Ryan

Here today on XOXO (and All That Jazz), I'm proud to have the totally pimptastic Carrie Ann Ryan talking about the evolution of the werewolf as we know it and the release of her debut novel, An Alpha's Path. Keep reading and leave a comment (with your email address included) for your chance to score a copy for yourself!




Thank
you so much Ana for letting me stop by! I'm super excited about my
debut novel, An Alpha's Path. Which, not coincidently, is about
werewolves.







Carrie Ann Ryan (aka

"That Sexy Lady Who Writes

About Werewolves.")

I
love werewolves. Okay, let me clarify – I love werewolves NOW. I
didn't like them 10 – 20 years ago when they were snarling idiots
who were merely the lap dogs of the elegant evil vampires. Times have
changed – thank the wolfy goddess.






Don't
you remember the days when the dark god of a vampire would stroll the
halls with the wolf at its heels. And it was never a cute, real
looking wolf. No, it was a eight foot slimy monster with no brain.





Eh.





Oh,
not anymore. Now they come in with their smarter than most,
beautifully sculpted bodies, and turn into wolves inherent with the
Earth. Okay, not all of them. But a surprising number.





Sensing
a trend?




The
way I see it is if you have a hero, who is handsome – the more
scars sometimes the better – and is smart, caring, and funny –
you have a winner. An Alpha.




My
Kade is a werewolf. A hunky, smart one. One who cares for Mel. And is
a total Alpha. Yum.




He
isn't the snarling beast that Van Helsing turns into or kills. He
is NOT Dracula's pet. And in my world, he'd totally kick that
sparkling dude's butt. Just saying. :-)




But
I love vampires, werewolves, cowboys, water shifters, humans,
warlocks, aliens – anything. As long as he has those Alpha
qualities – I'm all gooey.




So,
do you find my theory way off base? What do you remember about the
old werewolves? The new ones?




An Alpha's Path




Melanie
is a twenty-five year old chemist who has spent all of her adult life
slaving at school. With her PhD in hand, she's to start her dream
job, but before she does, her friend persuades her to relax and try
to live again. A blind date set up through her friends seems like the
perfect solution. Melanie can take one night away from the lab and
let her inner vixen out on a fixed blind date - a
chance to get crazy with a perfect stranger. The gorgeous hunk she's
to meet exceeds her wildest dreams – be he is more than what he
appears and Melanie's analytical mind goes into overdrive.





Kade,
a slightly older werewolf (at over one hundred years), needs a night
way from the Pack. Too many responsibilities and one near miss with a
potential mate made Kade hide in his work, the only peace he can
find. His brother convinces him to meet the sexy woman for a one
night of fun. What could it hurt? But when he finds this woman could
be his mate, can he convince her to leave her orderly, sane world and
be with him and his wolf-half, for life?




Excerpt



Kade could only imagine how she would
look with her pale, creamy, skin against his darker, bronze skin.
Watching her lashes brush her cheeks as she glanced down at her
barely touched meal he knew he wanted to kiss any fears or anxiety
she carried away.




Mate? I think it's time to go
upstairs. Don't you?




He couldn't agree more with his wolf.
But he didn't want to rush her. No matter what happened tonight,
they would be going upstairs – that was a guarantee. What they did
once they arrived however – was up to the woman in front of him.




"You look as if you have the same
appetite as me." At the sound of his voice, her head popped up from
whatever deep thoughts she was thinking. "What do you say we take a
walk around the property?"




"Oh, okay. I guess I am just not that
hungry tonight." She smiled sheepishly as she set down her fork and
any pretense of enjoying her food.




"Let's go then, the check taken
care of, so we can take our time tonight."




She smiled timidly again and grabbed
her wrap and black, beaded bag. He fluidly rose from his seat and
offered her his hand.




"Where would you like to walk to?"
Kade, again, toned down his wolf and waited for Melanie's reply.




"Our room?"




Her face was still stunning with the
shade of beet red it became at her surprising, yet not unwelcome,
announcement.




His wolf growled in agreement and
preened for attention.




He gave her a smile that promised
sinful and wicked deeds.




"That sounds like an outstanding
idea, Melanie."




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Carrie
Ann Ryan is a paranormal and contemporary romance
author. Her first book, An
Alpha's Path, is
the first book in her Redwood Pack series. She's also an avid reader
and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves meeting new authors
and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated.
Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.




Carrie
Ann loves hearing from readers. You can find her at:

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and Blog

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between (who is slapping her bio up here just for shiggles.) She loves long evenings full of snuggle-time with her furry man (who could probably pass for a werewolf . . . because he's hairy enough.) But, truth be told, Ana has actually always had a preference for vampires to werewolves (but don't tell Carrie!)




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Read Welcome to the Inferno by Ana Hart in A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve or read A Fair Exchange (for free) in Just One Bite Volume Four.

Six Sentence Sunday #10: Welcome to CyberTech

Jumping back on the SSS wagon this week (missed me, didn't you? *winks*) with six sentences from my WIP CyberTech. Welcome to a world where anything can be manufactured for a price.


Even love. 

"Mrs. Walker?" 

At first glance, Melanie assumed the attendant was one of the products. He seemed handsome enough . . . until he smiled; his teeth were unapologetically crooked. 

The attendant was human. 

Dropping her eyes, she carefully folded the brochure and replaced it on the table in front of her. "Ms. Walker," she quietly corrected and her voice cracked from disuse.

Look here for more Six Sentence Sunday. And thanks for stopping by! 

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She knows that one day sex toys could very well be fully functioning humanoid robots . . . who then take over the world.

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Read Welcome to the Inferno by Ana Hart in A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve or read A Fair Exchange (for free) in Just One Bite Volume Four.

The Best (and Worst) Euphemism for Sex Ever

The Best

I'm leaning against the counter in my boyfriend's kitchen and watching him prepare dinner when he suddenly turns to me and exclaims, "Oh! I have something funny to tell you." Apparently, he was having a conversation with his roommate the other night and in the course of this conversation, my boyfriend went into computer geek mode and started nerding out about something, well, geeky to his roommate. To which his roommate replied,


"Dude, I would say you really need to get laid, but judging by the sounds always coming from your room, that's not an issue. Either that or you're in there playing whac-a-mole with a squeak toy."






Harder, baby!

Which, of course, birthed the following debates: What was the mole and who was whacking it? And where did the squeak toy come into it? Was the roommate referring to my boyfriend's squeaky bedframe? Or am I the squeak toy?! Hmph. (I do not squeak. I don't think . . .)



Either way, I honestly think this phrase needs to win some type of award as the best sex euphemism EVER.



It's definitely replacing our (my boyfriend's and mine) previous euphemism for sex which was "playing a very competitive game of Uno." (The first time we had sex over at my boyfriend's apartment, his roommate teasingly asked him afterwards what we had been doing and my boyfriend replied with, "Playing Uno . . . a very competitive game of Uno." Yeah, well, I am a rather competitive person . . .)



The Worst

Surprisingly enough, both of these euphemisms were spawned on the same night and they both originated with my boyfriend and his roommate. The only difference is this one wins the unsexiest euphemism of the year award (and I refuse to use it or acknowledge its existence outside of this blog post.)



My boyfriend likes burritos. More specifically, he likes the really cheap, microwavable ones. My boyfriend and his roommate also work at WalMart (which is a slightly relevant factoid.)



Scene Set-up:



Now that's a sexy burrito!

The boyfriend and his roommate are sitting in the break room at WalMart. It's lunch time and my boyfriend has microwaved a burrito. Actually, he over-microwaved it so now it's harder than a Viagra-induced erection and all he has to cut it with is a flimsy, plastic knife.



Cue pervy male dialogue. According to them, my boyfriend's futile attempts at sawing through the boner burrito were making a suspicious slapping noise (I'm not sure how, I'm just relaying the information), like a hyper person vigorously knocking on your door. Or a bedframe banging against the wall during a heated sex session.



And thus, the worst euphemism for sex (ever) was born.



I was first introduced to this phrase in the bedroom when my very naked boyfriend crawled across the bed towards me, pressed in close, and whispered . . . "Are you ready to cut the burrito?"



What?!



Fuck no, I'm not. Are you propositioning me to produce flatulence  with you?

Needless to say, that phrase has henceforth (pulling out the big words today) been banned from the bedroom.



Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a whac-a-mole and a squeak toy I need to see to.



Craving another peek into my crazy world? Check out the Editor's Blog for The Natural Tale magazine where I'm being interviewed today!



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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She loves her life, especially the crazy bits, and adores her silly, geeky boyfriend. She also loves eating burritos, but firmly believes they need to stay out of her bedroom. Unless she's eating burritos in bed (in which case, hot sauce is appreciated!)




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Read Welcome to the Inferno by Ana Hart in A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve or read A Fair Exchange (for free) in Just One Bite Volume Four.

Lusty Women and Sassy Turkeys (Though More of the Former Than the Latter)

What's the difference between a Thanksgiving turkey and a woman in lust?





True dat. Oh, yeah, but I like turkey, too!





Only one of them wants to be stuffed.



HA! You chuckled. Admit it. Yeah, yeah. It took me a whole two seconds to come up with that joke. But, seriously, to all my American friends - Happy Turkey Day! Just sit back, relax, maybe unbutton your pants (or Hell, just take them off completely), and enjoy the show! - and to everyone else, um . . . oh, look! There's a picture featuring a nice pair of breasts up above!





Today we're talking about Women in Lust, a collection of erotic stories edited by the fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press.



Hey, they got Snow White for a cover model!






Women in Lust is 209 pages (not counting the "About the Authors" and "About the Editor" sections at the end) of pure, steamy, lusty sex. Stories range from tales of cougar conquests to treks into the realm of masochistic pleasure. The writing is snappy and smart (much like I am before my morning caffeine dosage . . . except Women in Lust is significantly more pleasant.)



And did I mention it's sexy?



I'll be quite honest with you here - I am a very desensitized person when it comes to sex. I write about sex. I read about sex. I have sex on a regular basis (thank goodness.) I read a lot of erotica (for research purposes, of course) and since we're being honest here, I'll let you in on a little secret:



Most of what I read doesn't titillate me in the slightest. It just . . . doesn't. A lot of erotica reads the same. Oh, he has a cock? Excellent! So did the guy in that other story! And it's throbbing? Hoo boy! I bet I know what he's going to do with it!



Sure, going into reading a piece of erotic fiction, I think it's safe to assume certain facts. For example,




Dude has a thingie. (And it's probably throbbing, though hopefully not turgid. Look that word up in the dictionary. Turgid also means pompous, people. Who wants to fuck a pompous cock?)
Chick has a you-know-what. And it's probably wet, juicy, flooding, dripping, and/or soaked. (Damn, put a cork in that thing!)
Dude is going to stick his thingie in Chick's you-know-what. And they're going to do it. Hooray!




Which is why I fancy erotica like that featured in Women in Lust. The stories star characters with personality, witty dialogue, and situations that feel like the perfect blend between delicious reality and sweet fantasy. They're well-written and a far cry from many cookie cutter stories I stumble across on a daily basis.




And for the record, I was distracted quite often while trying to read through this anthology. Yes, distracted. (Or, to phrase it another way, my you-know-what needed a cork in it. Or something a little bigger that is ironically spelled almost like cork. Except not.)




My Favorite Story:

Definitely, "Bite Me," by Lucy Hughes. It feels so real and I can completely relate with Jamie, the college-age student who likes pain with his sex. I love the dialogue (I have a bit of a fetish for brilliant dialogue) and the dynamic between the two main characters is fabulous.




My Least Favorite Story:

"Her, Him, and Them," by Aimee Pearl. Let me start off by saying: It's not a bad story. It's well-written and different. But I think its uniqueness is what turns me off. Let me explain.




When I read the title, I made an assumption (which we should never do!) I assumed this would be a story told from the POV of first her, and then him, and then in the end they (being the aforementioned her and him) would come together for a beautiful and erotic finale.




Not so. This seems to be three different stories all coexisting underneath one title. Or maybe I'm mistaken? See, that's the problem. It's confusing. I don't know if I'm following along with three different narrators or if it's the same narrator throughout. The confusion factor is the only reason it landed at the bottom of my list. Regardless, I still enjoyed the story and the different facets it presented.




Bottom Line?

Is it worth buying? Yes. Definitely yes. Buy it, read it, love it.




Thanks for reading.




But wait, there's more!

Oh! And for those of you who stuck it out to the end, I have a contest for you. Leave a comment below with your answer to the following question: "What do you lust for?" (Can be sexy, sweet, whatever. Be honest or get creative. Or both!) AND YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. I need the email address so I can contact you if you win. Winner will be chosen at random using random.org and the contest will close Sunday, November 27th, at midnight CST.




And what do you win? Why, a copy of Women in Lust, of course. Either print (only available to those in the US) or Kindle (available to anyone!), depending on your preference. Good luck!




Don't forget you can also purchase the anthology on Amazon by clicking here or check out the Women in Lust blog (where you can find sexy excerpts) by clicking here! Have a great day, everyone!




Now, go get stuffed.

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She lusts for Diet Dr Pepper, dark chocolate, Chinese food, and her boyfriend on a daily basis (though not always at the same time.) Ana also realizes that in some places, "stuffed" is slang for "pregnant." However, since Ana is a dirty American, she is obviously telling you to go stuff yourself with a . . . cork. Or whatever tickles your fancy.

A Public Spanking

I dream all the time. We all do. But, like most people, I rarely remember my dreams. Unless they're super sexy dreams.



Or just really fucked up.





Well, thankfully, my dream from the other night was the former and not the latter! I woke up much like I do any other morning (loudly cursing the world, the bastard who invented the concept of alarm clocks, and general adult responsibilities that force me out of bed), except for two distinct differences.



     1) I was highly embarrassed, which is strange in and of itself because I am a shameless human being.

     2) I was highly aroused, which is not strange in and of itself because I am a horny little pervert.



So of course, I immediately rolled over, grabbed for my clunky smartphone that could easily serve as a lethal weapon if I were ever in a pinch, and fired off a text to my boyfriend.



I just dreamt you were giving me a public spanking on a stage somewhere.






(Oh, right. I'm a screamer.)



Just then, my phone buzzed with a response from my boyfriend: Wow. Dream me is pretty adventurous! Quite adventurous I'd have to say. Which got me to thinking:



Just how adventurous am I? Would I really do something so public? Allow myself to be made vulnerable in such a way before an audience? I write erotica, after all, and my characters are often doing such scandalous things. Am I brave enough to embrace my fantasies, just like my characters?



I think yes, I am. I would let someone spank me in public and perhaps even do more to me - if they were the right someone.



Though, I might have to take a couple shots of Captain Morgan first.

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. Her short story, Welcome to the Inferno, was recently published as a part of the Naughty Nights Press Halloween anthology and features a couple doing naughty, naughty things in public. 




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Amber Kell's Birthday Extravaganza - Accidental Alpha #16

I am happy to welcome Amber Kell on the blog today as a part of her month-long birthday celebration! Keep reading to get a taste of Amber Kell's writing and don't forget to leave a comment! We all love comments ;)







Accidental Alpha #16

"Good
evening dear." Stanley's mother, all five foot nothing of her,
walked out of the kitchen. Dressed in a casual dress with not so
casual jewelry she approached with a wide smile and a smidgen of
flour on her nose. Stanley decided not to mention it. The white speck
added to her charm while her blond hair had the look of a recent
touch up.




"Nice
hair, mom."




She
turned a baleful blue gaze at her husband. "At least somebody
noticed."




Stanley
bit back a laugh but Fenris chuckled behind him.





"Hello,
this must be your friend." Stanley's mom held out her hand to
Fenris and shook it warmly. "You must be Stanley's new man."




"Yes,"
Stanley said with pride. "This is Fenris."




Stanley's
father growled. "They aren't together."




"Of
course they are anyone can see that." She looked at Sebastian laid
out on the floor. "What did he do?"




"You
mean besides convince father to sell me to him for a groom price then
destroy and pee on all of my stuff." Stanley shrugged. "Nothing
much."




"You
did what!" Her eyes warm eyes turned an arctic shade of blue as she
turned to face her husband.




Stanley
took a step back and pulled Fenris with him.




His
mate leaned over and whispered in his ear. "What's she going to
do? She barely comes up to his shoulder."




"Trust
me sometimes size doesn't matter."




"Now
Millie, I was looking out for our boy."




"That's
true mom. That's what he told me when he made sure I was bitten and
turned into a werewolf," Stanley said hoping he infused just the
right amount of earnestness.




From
Fenris' choked laugh behind him he might have overplayed his hand.




"Are
you telling me you endangered our child so you could plan out his
life for him?" A fine level of rage vibrated her voice. Stanley had
the pleasure of seeing his father turn paler and paler.




"I
was thinking of his future," he protested




"Did
you think he might want to plan his own future or that maybe he
didn't want to be a werewolf? Or that he might decided he'd
prefer the nice man beside him than some were-scum you drag in off
the street."




"Hey!"
Sebastian blinked up at her.




"Did
you destroy my son's apartment?" she demanded




"He
had to learn his place," Sebastian snarled.




Stanley
barely saw the blur of his mother's foot as she kicked Sebastian in
the face. He made a delightful thud when he hit the floor.




"Shit
she's fast," Fenris whispered.




"Blackbelt,"
Stanley said.




"What
level?"




Stanley
looked over his shoulder. "There's levels."




"Ow,
damn it Millie."




Stanley
turned back to watch his parents. He didn't want to miss anything.
The way his father was rubbing his shin, Sebastian wasn't the only
one kicked.




"You
leave Stanley alone and take this thing and send him back where he
came from. He's not worthy of my son," Stanley's mother crossed
her arms over her chest and Stanley knew the discussion was over.




His
father glared down at Sebastian as if it were entirely the alpha who
caused all his problems.




She
gave Stanley a sunny smile. "Come on dear help me get everything
onto the table and we'll discuss the mess your father caused."




Stanley
grabbed Fenris' hand and walked past the other two men. He flashed
his glaring father a bright smile.




"Don't
forget to take out the trash before dinner," he taunted.




Who
knew his father could growl as well as any wolf?

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Amber Kell is a writer of M/M fiction. She can be found on her blog, here! Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. And she loves having guests on the blog!

Giving Thanks with Free Reads

First off, I'd just like to say . . .




Look at That Sexy Hotness!



Yes, yes, take a moment . . . absorb it . . . savor it. All right! That's enough! Don't want to overdo it . . .




For those of you who don't know because you were either:

      A) Living under a rock or

      B) Weren't stalking me online at that time




One of my short stories, entitled A Fair Exchange, was chosen as one of the 32 semi-finalists in All Romance Ebook's annual Just One Bite short story contest.




Now, granted, the contest was a public vote and I didn't make it past the first round of voting BUT I'm definitely not complaining! It was great exposure and I had over 100 people vote for my story in that first round.




Over 100 people read my story and liked it. (Or, you know, they just like me and saw my name and were like, "Ana Hart?! I have to vote for that one!" . . . okay, yes, the former is more plausible but the latter is a nice thought!)





But you know what the best part about that contest is? All 32 of those stories are being wrapped up into three neat little anthologies as free reads.




Free!




Everyone likes that word, right? (Though, in this day and age, few things are actually free . . .) But, worry not! These anthologies are actually free.




My story will be featured in Volume Four (the non-erotic one . . . perish the thought!) shown above and will be available from ARe around Thanksgiving as a show of thanks to all our readers. I hope you pick up a copy and enjoy all the stories therein (mine especially, of course.)




And if you DO like A Fair Exchange, I have a treat for you ;) Can't get enough of Daniel? Well, don't fret over it too badly because he's getting his own series. That's right! Daniel, the star of my Just One Bite story, is getting his own series.  The first book will be coming out early next year from Naughty Nights Press! And don't worry. It will definitely be erotic! More details forthcoming over the following weeks.

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between.  Ana loves sexy covers, writing blog posts in the middle of the night, and free things that are really free.

Six Sentence Sunday #9

The very air was heavy with the mingled scents of danger and sex – from the stage at the front of the club showcasing the most delicious acts of debauchery, to the dance floor where the creatures of the underworld and their mortal pets writhed in a single sensuous mass, to the darkened tables along the very edges of the crowd where the patrons could feast upon each other in the shadows.




Domniar's growl of desire rumbled against my chest as his fingers crawled along the small of my back, teasing against the waistband of my skirt for a few, long, tantalizing moments before those fingers dipped downwards beneath the fabric to stroke at the cleft of my ass. His bulge pressed ever harder against my swiftly moistening slit, insistent and unrelenting, fueling the flame that had sparked low in my abdomen. Moaning with encouragement, I arched into him, luxuriating in the feel of my silken top brushing against my bare breasts and over my sensitive nipples, teasing them into hard and needy points that begged to be sucked. The throb of the music that swirled around us, moved to the rhythm of my own heated pulse, and my hips soon fell in time with that intoxicating beat; grinding fiercely against his lap until Domniar finally bucked his own hips upwards to meet the warmth of my throbbing cunt, marking his impatience and his lust.




"You want it," I breathed against his ear, as my tongue flicked out to curl around the silver hoop dangling enticingly from his lobe, sucking the piercing in between my lips, my hands blazing upwards along the hard planes of his chest, that his thin black shirt did little to hide, devouring every inch of him that I could reach with my fingers alone.

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She enjoys long walks in the park and writing really long sentences (apparently). For more six sentences, click here. To purchase this anthology so you can read more of this story, click here. Don't have a kindle? Click here!

Want another chance to win?

Contest Alert!











Bummed that you didn't win the free copy of A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve in my contest over the weekend? Well, don't be because here is another chance for you to win!



Have an account on Twitter? Excellent! Then all you have to do is send me, @AnaHart03, a tweet with your response to the following question:



What is your favorite paranormal creature?




Simple, right? Awesome! The winner will be chosen at random and this little contest will run until midnight Friday CST. So what are you waiting for?! I'm looking forward to your responses!

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She loves contests - both entering them and hosting them. She also loves chocolate, but that's completely irrelevant to this blog post.

Congratulations! Announcing the Winner of the BTOTBH Contest...

Oh.

My.

Gawd.



This was a difficult contest to judge! What an amazing round of entries! I'm definitely doing a fill-in-the-blank contest again because you guys are just so damn creative ;)



Come on Ana! Get to announcing the winner!




I'll get to it in my own sweet time! Which is right now, now that you mention it.



The winner of the Bewitching Treat-or-Trick Blog Hop contest and a free copy of A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve is . . .






Eva! (Who provided the following entry):

I leaned PROVOCATIVELY and with a STUNNING movement, wrenched the FLAMETHROWER right out of Domniar's CLUTCHES.




But wait! There's more!




Because it was so hard to choose just one winner (I'm a bit indecisive, you see), I have chosen two runner-ups to be the lucky recipients of a $5 Amazon gift card! (Which is suspiciously the same amount of money you'd need to buy yourself a copy of A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve . . . crazy how that works out, isn't it?!)




So, without further ado, our two runner-ups are . . .

Joanne Kenrick! (Who provided the following entry):

I leaned back and, with a fancy pole dancer type movement, wrenched the roughly shaped stake right out of Domniar's grasp.




and . . .




Jennifer Mathis! (Who provided the following entry):

I leaned hard and with a ninja kitty movement wrenched the playgirl right out of Domniar's back pocket.




Thanks everyone for playing and to our winners, look for your goodies in your inbox! I hope you'll check back for more contests and other sexiness in the future and look for A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve at an online retailer near you!









A Halloween party turns into a very unusual night; a ghost whose sexual needs prevent her from passing over to the other side; a chance encounter at a mistaken location leads to many desires being fulfilled; an unusual alien and human sexual experience, in the name of research; and so much more in this kinky themed Halloween Anthology. Open up your mind, free your inhibitions and get ready for A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve!

Eight naughty Halloween-themed erotic short stories to tantalize and tease the senses while giving readers a little taste of the experimental worlds of sensually exciting tricks or treats.




Eight naughty stories brought to you by eight naughty authors, such as Kiki Howell, BL Morticia, Abby Hayes, Gemma Parkes, Sarah Bella, Kim Faulks, Canth? Decided, and last (but not least), yours truly, Ana Hart.




Buy links:

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. Check back often for free reads, contests, and other goodies!