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COVER REVEAL: Tie Me Free (The Satin Rose Experience) #SRE

TIE ME FREE (The Satin Rose Experience)

Coming September 12, 2013 from Evernight Publishing

My next release, Tie Me Free, hits virtual shelves one week from today! It’s part of the Satin Rose Experience series, however the story stands alone, you don’t have to read my other SREs to enjoy it. If you have read the series, you will meet up with the always sexy Asher Cane and Mia Lavender. Who else makes a cameo? Jackson Reid from Brooke’s Wish! Woo-hoo! 

I’d be honored it if you’d add it to your TBR list. Please check back next week for release fun and a giveaway! Here’s a little taste from Tie Me Free…

Blurb:

She’s forty and vanilla…he’s twenty-eight and…not.

Score one for Kate Angel. She’s just signed the hottest erotica author to her start up publishing house, Angel Books, but she needs a crash course in kink to appease her demanding client. Creating a Domsublife.com profile seems like an innocent way to do her homework and satisfy her curiosity.

Mason Myers has lived a lifetime in his twenty-eight years. The product of an Irish orphanage, he grew up fast to overcome his lonely, humble beginnings to become the successful businessman he is today. He’s also an experienced Dom at the Satin Rose Experience, an elite BDSM club in New York City.

A mutual appreciation for modern art establishes their online connection. Mason convinces Kate to meet him at the Guggenheim museum’s erotica exhibit where she reveals her fascination in the art of rope bondage, known as Shibari. Introducing her to the ancient art within the safety of the club, Mason helps Kate surrender her deep-seated hang-ups about her age and body image.

As the physical and emotional ties that bind her into the submissive of his fantasies tighten, can Kate learn to break the emotional tethers ruling her life and embrace the freedoms they bestow?

Excerpt:

Kate stared at the platform as the click of the door sounded over the mesmerizing music. Looking over her shoulder, she found Mason watching her from his spot next to the door. She turned to the only other piece of furniture, a large armoire with a double door. “May I?” She glanced back to Mason.

He extended his hand toward the cabinet. “Of course. Please.”

Kate’s heels clicked on the wood floor as she approached the cabinet and swung open the door. Assorted colors of rope lengths lined the shelves. Kate fingered the cords and pulled out a loop of red silk rope. “I didn’t realize the ropes were so soft.”

Mason pushed off from the wall and walked to her. “The ropes are an extension of the person performing the tying. An extension of their arms and fingers. They’re meant to caress and comfort. The ropes are symbolic of the connection between the individuals involved in the scene as you saw outside.” Mason stood just a whisper from her face. His thumb brushed her fingers holding the silk cord as their gazes locked. “How about a little roleplay, Kate?”

She cocked her head. “Roleplay?”

“Do you want to know how it feels to be dominated? To be tied?”

Kate held her breath and her heartbeat hammered in her chest.

“Kneel on the platform and put your hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“Your safe word is moon. Use it now or anytime during the session.”

“Session? We never talked about a session tonight.” Kate pulled her hand away but Mason held it firm in his grasp. “I’m not playing games with you, Mason.” She wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the painting.

Soft footfalls approached and his breath tickled at the back of her head. “You’re looking for something more in your life, Kate. It’s why you took on Blaze as a client, it’s why joined Domsublife, it’s why you met me at the Guggenheim and it’s why you’re here in this suite. I’d kept tabs on your reaction and body cues as you watched the demonstration. You’re craving to be bound, I can taste it. And I assure you, this is no game. If you don’t like it or it makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you want to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop and untie you. No questions asked.”

He was right. Somehow he’d always been right on the mark when it came to her and what she was feeling. The music ceased for a moment between songs. Kate spun around to meet his stare, heartbeat pounding in her chest as her breathing became shallow but she refused to break their stare.

Kate considered his words and studied his face. “Are the cameras on? Are they watching?”

Mason nodded. “Yes. Surveillance is on. I gave Mia and Asher the heads up that you might want to experiment. They have your safe word.”

Kate turned back to face the painting and leaned into his chest. “You scare me,” she whispered.

His fingertips trailed a path up and down her arms. “Why?”

“Because you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.” Because you’re so right for me but so wrong. Because you’re like a gooey, delicious ice cream sundae I’ll never allow myself to taste.

Mason chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?” His voice poured through her body. Closing her eyes, she pulled away from him. Her glance moved from the door to the platform. She’d never have another chance like this to experience it. Kate squared her shoulders. “Okay. But I’m not getting naked,” she said, holding an index finger up. She moved to the platform and kneeled. Even though the surface was hard, a calmness came over her as she moved to the middle of the table and gazed over the painting in front of her.

“I’m fine with that limit, for now, except for your feet.” Mason slipped off her shoes and rubbed tight circles his thumbs into the arch of her foot.

Kate let out a throaty moan. “How do you know how to do that?”

“Reflexology. It’s part of the study of shibari. I also learned where the body’s pressure points are.” His thumbs traveled to the balls of her feet and let up on the pressure. “How’s that feel?”

Kate groaned. “Heavenly.” Her muscles loosened instantly.

“Good. Now just relax, spread your knees apart and sit on your heels. This will be the most comfortable position for you as we do this.”

Kate complied as his fingers traveled up her back to her shoulders. “You have knots in your shoulders. Under stress?”

“That’s an understatement,” she snorted.

“Close your eyes and get lost in the music. Don’t think of anything outside of this room. It’s just you and me.”

Kate smiled. “There is no you and me, Mason.”

Mason shushed her and applied pressure to the knot in her shoulder, making her wince. “That hurt like a bitch and felt amazing at the same time. How the hell do you do that?”

“Shh. Don’t make me gag you, Angel.”

The words rolled off his tongue as Kate’s mind flashed to the model in the first picture they’d seen at the bondage exhibit. Warmth spread through her body at the thought. Her breath hitched as she imagined the assortment of gags and blindfolds in the drawers of the cabinet. The warmth of Mason’s body radiated through her shirt, his face against the back of her head. “The thought of being gagged turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Shit,” she whispered. Did it turn her on? What. The. Hell?

           

Mid Week Tease: Roleplay, anyone? #MWTease #TieMeFree

Happy Wednesday! It’s back to school week! Woo-hoo!

My next release, Tie Me Free (The Satin Rose Experience, 4) comes out one week from tomorrow! This is a May/December romance focusing on the beautiful elements of the art of rope bondage called Shibari. I saw a peek at the cover proof last night and it’s beautiful! Can’t wait to share it with you.

 

In this scene, Mason tests Kate’s receptiveness to some roleplay…

Kate stared at the platform as the click of the door sounded over the mesmerizing music. Looking over her shoulder, she found Mason watching her from his spot next to the door. She turned to the only other piece of furniture, a large armoire with a double door. “May I?” She glanced back to Mason.

He extended his hand toward the cabinet. “Of course. Please.”

Kate’s heels clicked on the wood floor as she approached the cabinet and swung open the door. Assorted colors of rope lengths lined the shelves. Kate fingered the cords and pulled out a loop of red silk rope. “I didn’t realize the ropes were so soft.”

Mason pushed off from the wall and walked to her. “The ropes are an extension of the person performing the tying. An extension of their arms and fingers. They’re meant to caress and comfort. The ropes are symbolic of the connection between the individuals involved in the scene as you saw outside.” Mason stood just a whisper from her face. His thumb brushed her fingers holding the silk cord as their gazes locked. “How about a little roleplay, Kate?”

She cocked her head. “Roleplay?”

“Do you want to know how it feels to be dominated? To be tied?”

Kate held her breath and her heartbeat hammered in her chest.

“Kneel on the platform and put your hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“Your safe word is moon. Use it now or anytime during the session.”

“Session? We never talked about a session tonight.” Kate pulled her hand away but Mason held it firm in his grasp. “I’m not playing games with you, Mason.” She wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the painting.

Soft footfalls approached and his breath tickled at the back of her head. “You’re looking for something more in your life, Kate. It’s why you took on Blaze as a client, it’s why joined Domsublife, it’s why you met me at the Guggenheim and it’s why you’re here in this suite. I’d kept tabs on your reaction and body cues as you watched the demonstration. You’re craving to be bound, I can taste it. And I assure you, this is no game. If you don’t like it or it makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you want to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop and untie you. No questions asked.”

 

Click here for more of my Satin Rose Experience series. Each book is a stand alone story based on a posh BDSM club in New York City:

Mia’s Submission / Brooke’s Wish / The Submission of a Mafia Princess

For you paperback lovers, all three books are available in print! It includes the bonus introductory story originally published in the Keyboards & Kink Anthology.

Be sure to click over to these fabulous authors who are anxious to tease you too!

Authors! Would you like to join next week’s tease? Sign up here! (note: next week’s tease will go live on Tuesday instead of Wednesday)

How about a Five Course Meal in Romance? #BTSeMag

The September issue of BTS Book Reviews is here!

I cover sexy foodie books in my column, Chic Trends in Romance. Food is sexy, isn’t it? Check out my recommendations about an intense television chef, a food critic, a sexy restauranteur, a personal chef and hello chocolate!

Link:  issuu.com/btsemag/docs/september2013/...

Delicious fiction featured from Jenny Lyn, Jennifer Probst, Kate Meader, Kimberly Kincaid and Laura Florand!

ALL THINGS GIRL: Genderhacking

This week marks my second anniversary of jumping on the social media train. I first opened Twitter and FB accounts under my author name to gain contacts, be accessible to my readers and take advantage of promotional opportunities. It worked exactly how I wanted it to. Over the past two years, I made some great contacts, connected with readers, and bonus, made some awesome friends. But like everything, with the good comes the …weird.

I’ve seen some crazy stuff on Twitter and here’s one that has gained popularity over the past few years: Genderhacking. Specifically, men impersonating women. I first became aware of it when someone I thought was male switched his identity. Yup, with a few clicks and a girlie avatar, he is now a she.

Okaayy. So I come to discover this is VERY common on social media. So much that, researchers developed an algorithm to sniff out the fakes. That’s right, gender can now be predicted based on a 140-character tweet.

So, why are these men trying so hard and spending hours online each day acting like women? According to Rider University professor John Suler, it can be a number of things. Prof. Suler explains a few in his article series, The Psychology of Cyberspace:

Due to the pressure of cultural stereotypes, it may be difficult for some men to explore within themselves what society labels as “feminine” characteristics. These males may rely on the anonymity of cyberspace to express their “feminine” side, which they feel they must otherwise hide. Some of these males may strongly identify with women.
Adopting a feminine role in cyberspace may be a way to draw more attention to them. Getting noticed and responded to in cyberspace is not always easy, especially in such distracting, “noisy” environments as the visual chat habitats. Donning a female name and/or avatar, especially a sexy one, will almost instantly draw reactions. The gender-switched male may even like the feeling of power and control over other males that goes along with this switch.
Some males may adopt a feminine identity to investigate male/female relationships. They may be testing out various ways of interacting with males in order to learn, first hand, what it’s like being on the woman’s side. Hopefully, they use that knowledge to enhance their relationships with females. Some, however, may be looking for ways to gain power and control.
Disguised as a female, a male looking for intimacy, romance, and/or cybersex from another male may be acting upon conscious or unconscious homosexual feelings.

Interesting, huh? So the next time you have a new female follower, give her 5 seconds to tell you the difference between flushable and non-flushable tampons. If she can’t she just may be a he! And if you’re a guy impersonating a woman: Surprise! You’re not as genius as you think you are, others are doing it too.

xoxo

~S

HOT NEW RELEASE: Burn by Jenny Lyn @JennyLynwrites

Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE is from sizzling author, Jenny Lyn. I met Jenny last year when both of our stories were chosen for publication in Tiffany Reisz’s Felt Tips anthology. I became a fan of Jenny’s writing from that story and have followed (stalked) her ever since. I just finished reading BITE (loved it!) and can’t wait to dig into her first Evernight release, BURN. Check out the smokin’ hot cover, blurb and excerpt:

BLURB:

Eight years ago, life was good for Tate Reilly. Living in Atlanta and attending college, her dream of becoming a doctor was within reach, and she was in love with Ryan Hart. Then one night while Tate slept, Ryan disappeared. No note, no phone call, nothing left of a love she thought would last forever. Confused and heartbroken, she doesn’t let it hold her back in her quest to become a physician. If anything, the hurt and disappointment only serve to fuel her drive to succeed.

Ryan never wanted to leave Tate behind the way he did, but sometimes life takes away the choice. The best way to spare Tate the disruption of her bright future with his problems is to make a clean break. So he does the hardest thing he’s ever done—he walks away from her.

Now Ryan is back in Atlanta, working as a sous chef in the most popular restaurant in the city, and he has every intention of winning Tate back, no matter what it takes. It’s not easy because Tate wants answers that Ryan’s not ready to give just yet. First, he needs to remind her of what they once had together. The heat between them is undeniable, and it’s not long before it melts her resistance and she starts to lose the grip on her heart again.

But until Ryan can come clean with Tate about why he left, she can’t fully forgive him and move on. Time doesn’t always heal all wounds. Sometimes you have to shed more blood to become whole again.

 

EXCERPT:

A small part of Tate wanted to kill Ryan for tricking her, just reach out and wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze the life right out of him.

But the larger part of her, which unfortunately included the lady parts, wanted to touch him for other reasons, reasons that she suspected dictated her actions when she’d asked for his address rather than telling him to go back to the ER to be checked out. Besides, if he had truly been concerned about his arm possibly being infected, he wouldn’t have asked if she was working, he would’ve just gone to the hospital. Ryan valued his limbs too much to risk losing them to something like cellulitis or sepsis.

So that made her almost as culpable as he was.

She couldn’t concentrate while staring at him without a shirt on. His chest was too appealing and distracting. All bulgy solid muscle over thick bone, smooth tan skin, his areolas small and dark in … Holy crap, one of his nipples is pierced!

Before Tate could stop herself, she’d reached for it as if it was some sort of intriguing abnormality. She had seen piercings on patients naturally, but never one she wanted to touch as badly as she did his.

She didn’t even look up at his face for permission. When her fingers made contact with the small silver hoop, he flinched but didn’t move to stop her. She shifted closer then, running the tip of her finger around his nipple to watch it tighten, before she gave the ring a little indulgent tug.

Ryan hissed through his teeth, and his hands shot out to capture her hips, pulling her flush to his body. The more she toyed with the jewelry, the stiffer his cock grew against her stomach and the harder his fingertips dug into her jean-covered skin. And she had to admit, she liked that she could cause that reaction in him with such a simple touch. Feeling it made her wonder about something else, though.

“You didn’t pierce your…” Tate licked her lips, inexplicably shy with her words all of a sudden. Her eyes jumped up to his.

“My cock?” He grinned. “No. I’m not that brave.”

“Or crazy. I’ve seen horror stories, trust me on that.”

“I can imagine. This was a drunken impulse four years ago.”

She continued to finger the jewelry. “If you take it out, the hole will grow up.”

“I started to, but then … I kind of got used to it.”

Tate gave it another tug, causing him to make a soft grunting noise in his throat. “And there’s a direct correlation between the nerves in the nipple and the nerves in the genitals.”

Ryan laughed, pressing his erection against her stomach. “No kidding, Doc. I’m rock hard. ‘Course a lot of that has to do with the company.”

Tate had opened this door by touching him so intimately, and she was about to step through it. There was no denying she wanted him. Giving in to that desire might not be the smartest thing she’d ever done, but this was Ryan. They had a history, even though the last chapter was depressing. There was no question sex with him would be amazing. She’d worry about the ramifications later. For once, she wanted to act rash and bold and selfish.

Author Bio:

I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.

I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.

 

Purchase Links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/burn-by-jenny-lyn/

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Jenny-Lyn/e/B0078O9RAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Jenny-Lyn?store=ebook&keyword=Jenny+Lyn

All Romance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Jenny+Lyn

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.authorjennylyn.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenny-Lyn/352263128210885

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JennyLynwrites

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/jennylynwrites/

 

Mid Week Tease: The Kiss…well not quite. #SRE #MWTEASE

Happy Wednesday! I’ve taken the week off to get some writing done. I’ll share my new WIP in the coming weeks. Today I’d like to tease you with an excerpt from Tie Me Free, the next book in my Satin Rose Experience series. This is a May/December romance focusing on the beautiful elements of the art of rope bondage called Shibari.

In this scene, Mason’s put his cards on the table. He wants Kate Angel, but she’s feeling a bit vulnerable…

            “When are you going to give in to the inevitable, Angel? The next step in your education is an actual scene. I know you want it. I see it in your eyes as we talk about Blaze’s fictional characters. You want more. You deserve more.”

Kate swallowed hard. He was right. The more she’d learned, the more she craved it. She tamped down her fantasies during the day but her imagination ran wild at night and the man sitting next to her had the starring role. However, her dreams were simply dreams. She’d never act on her desire for him, no matter how many times he’d ask. She ran her hand over her Spanx-covered midsection. Kate was an expert in concealing her flaws with shape wear. Pushup bras, butt lifting panties and spandex girdles kept her flesh from drooping and jiggling. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting naked with someone as perfect as Mason Myers.

She shook her head.

“Look, Kate, if it’s the age thing, I can’t stress enough that our age difference doesn’t matter to me. I want you—”

She held up her hand. “I’m just not interested.”

He hooked an index finger under her chin and traced the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “Like hell you’re not.” His breath puffed hot on her mouth. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now.”

She parted her lips and her gaze alternated from his mouth to his eyes while their warms breath intermingled. Her mind raced to visions of slick skin, panting breaths and tangled sheets. “I don’t want you to kiss me.” They were the most difficult seven words she’d said in a long time. To her relief he moved his hand from her face and he signaled for the check.

 

Click here for more of my Satin Rose Experience series. Each book is a stand alone story based on a posh BDSM club in New York City:

Mia’s Submission / Brooke’s Wish / The Submission of a Mafia Princess

For you paperback lovers, all three books are available in print! It includes the bonus introductory story originally published in the Keyboards & Kink Anthology.

Be sure to click over to these fabulous authors who are anxious to tease you too!

Authors! Would you like to join next week’s tease? Sign up here!

HOT NEW RELEASE: Taking Chances by @SJMaylee

Happy Friday! It’s a great day for two reasons. First, it’s my last work day until September! Woo-hoo! Second, it’s the very first release day for my good friend, S.J. Maylee. S.J. and I met via social media a while ago and she’s been an incredible support to me. I’m so happy to return the favor for her today. I’ve had the pleasure of reading a beta of Taking Chances and I loved it! I can’t wait to read the final version.

If you’re looking for a great end of summer read, be sure to download Taking Chances today, you’ll be happy you did!

I’ll turn it over to S.J. with her Top Ten things to know about TAKING CHANCES:

I wrote the first chapter of TAKING CHANCES on January 21, 2012.
It took me a couple months to finish the first draft. Although I haven’t added or deleted any scenes, it took almost the whole rest of the year to edit.
TAKING CHANCES takes place in Chicago, as do all my stories.
Of all the scenes it’s the ending that has gone through the most changes. I had to get the happy ending just right. J
One of my favorite parts of the book is when Jake takes a big chance and blows the story into a new path.
I’m a Jane Austen fan, especially Pride and Prejudice. I can imagine I’ll find a way to write a story using each Bennet sister’s name. One down, four to go. J
One of my favorite characteristics is Lydia’s brother, Sean. His story is always coming around to say hello. I hope to write it soon.
The story may take place in Chicago, but the idea for their work place came from a place a worked at here in Michigan.
TAKING CHANCES is the first in a series of four books I’m calling The Love Projects.
In the epilogue, you’ll get hints regarding all three stories to come.

 

Taking Chances  (The Love Projects #1)  by: S.J. Maylee

Genre: Erotic Romance with D/s

Length: Novella

Published: August 23, 2013

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

TAKING CHANCES BLURB:

Lydia’s father walked away from her when she was eight. She’s struggled to not let him affect her, but fears she wasn’t loveable enough to make him stay. Jake wants to love one woman, but after scaring the last woman he met outside of the club, he doubts he has the right. She protects her heart by sticking with her fantasies, and he lives by a set of rules that excludes women who choose a vanilla lifestyle.

The two will be kept in a conference room working together until their special project is complete. If Lydia and Jake hold tight to their bland lives, they’ll always yearn for love that is out of reach. But together they can find common ground, passion, and a reason to take chances. Once they discover the grand possibilities of the love they desire, they find themselves in the very place they tried never to be again, facing unguaranteed love.

 

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18337826-taking-chances

 

TAKING CHANCES EXCERPT:

“Come on in, Lydia. I want to talk about a few things before we get started today. We need to make it quick, since we need to report to Keller at ten this morning.” When she remained in her spot he added, “Lydia, come here.”

Not wanting Gina to take anything further from her, she lifted her head and walked to Jake. She stopped at his desk, but felt instantly unworthy. Gina was more Jake’s style. She fought the need to lower her chin.

“Look at me, Lydia.”

He pushed her. “Why?” She shifted her gaze and hit him with her direct stare.

“Thank you. I needed to see your eyes.” He reached out and swiped a lock of hair from her face. He tucked the strand behind her ear, and let his finger drag down her face to her shoulder. All the while his gaze captured hers, not letting go. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m okay.”

“Okay? Hmm, maybe I should do something to improve your mood? What would you say to that?”

“Here?” she gasped and quickly turned to look out the door.

He grabbed hold of her shoulders, lifting her slightly off the floor.

“Yes, here.” He brought their bodies together, claimed her lips and swept his tongue through her mouth, awakening her sexual hunger.

She felt wanted. She felt claimed. Images from the night before swam in her mind. Silly challenges from the office mean girl were all forgotten. He set her down and nipped at her lower lip.

“We have a lot to do today. Unfortunately we cannot go any further, now.” He stepped back behind his desk as casually as if he’d just greeted the mail man.

“But you would want to?” Still looking at the papers on his desk, she didn’t think he heard her. She took a step closer. “You would repeat last night?”

Her words stopped him. His gaze searched her face. Placing his hands on the desk he leaned forward and said, “Lydia, I fully intend to further explore your body and mind. After all, there are a few places I haven’t yet completely inspected.”

Her mind ran through what he had done to her last night, and there was only one place she could think of. Warmth fluttered through her face.

“Now, that is a beautiful sight.” He returned to his papers. “I’m going to have to keep thinking of ways to shock you simply to see you blush again.” With the papers properly sorted, his attention returned to her. “Is Gina a problem?”

Gina was a lot of things, but she’d never thought of her as a problem. “I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be afraid to put her in her place. She likes that more than she lets on. She’s the type to push so she can be pushed back.”

“I hadn’t thought of her that way. Interesting.”

“Let me know if she becomes a problem.” His gaze drilled into hers, not letting her escape.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His posture remained controlled, but the smirk couldn’t be missed.

She added her own version of the devilish grin, which ignited another blush before she even spoke. “Okay, Sir.”

“Trouble.” He stalked towards her and ruthlessly swept his hand under the hem of her skirt to press firmly along her panties. His lips pressed to her ear. “Hot and damp.”

The palm of his hand pressed on her clit, and he bent his knuckles, sending the tips of his fingers past the edge of her panties to drag along her slit.

“Be careful what you say to me, sweetheart, or you’ll shatter my control.” With one last drag of his fingers, he pulled away and walked from the room.

She turned around and watched him go. Her heart pounded. All she could do was follow him, but she couldn’t move. The exchange with Jake left her bones unsettled, and the all too familiar ache tried to set-up shop in her chest. She hadn’t expected him to crave more from her, and now she couldn’t deny he did. Was she going to deny herself the pleasure of getting to know him?

 

TAKING CHANCES BUY LINKS:  

Evernight Publishing / Amazon  

GIVEAWAY:

To celebrate her debut, SJ’s hosting a giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

S.J. MAYLEE BIO:

S. J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

 Stalk SJ here!

Blog / Twitter: @SJMaylee / Facebook Page / Google+ / Goodreads  / Pinterest 

 

Mid Week Tease: The Mobster’s Promise from @evernightpub’s HIS Anthology

Happy Wednesday! Are you ready for a Mid Week Tease? I’m sticking with another excerpt from The Mobster’s Promise, my contribution to Evernight’s HIS anthology. Psst…it’s still available at the new release discount on the Evernight website!

In this excerpt, Roarke brings Julia to his apartment to keep her safe from the men who are trying to scare her from attending the appeal of her father’s murderer…

“It’s been a long couple of days. I put your bags in the guest room. Why don’t you go to bed. I’ll clean up here.”

Nodding her head, she slid off the stool. “I actually agree with that request.” Stretching, she headed out of the kitchen but stopped before reaching the hallway. She turned around and smiled. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and a smattering of hair peeked through. He’d also rolled his sleeves exposing strong forearms. Her breath hitched as her gaze lingered at his hands. The same hands she laced with hers and rested between her breasts as they fell asleep together years ago. The same hands that used to cup her face as though it were made from porcelain as he kissed her like it was their last. The same hands that trailed down her body and found just the right spot. Her gaze shifted to meet his, and the smile on his face told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. Julia cleared her throat. “Um, I just wanted to tell you, even though I may not act like it, I do appreciate you looking after me. I’m all alone in this.”

“It may feel that way, but you’re not alone.”

“Yeah, sure. Good night, Roarke.”

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Sizzling Spotlight: Lila Shaw’s Wild West Succubus

I mean it…you really, really don’t want to miss this one!

One of the great perks of having Lila Shaw as one of my closest friends is (if I ask really nicely) she gives me a sneak peek at her work every now and then. That’s how I had the unique opportunity of reading the story of Priscilla Goodnight as one of Lila Shaw’s unpublished shorts from her Succubus collection. Since then, Priscilla’s story grew into a magnificent sweeping, sexy and haunting tale titled Wild West Succubus. I’m please to be one of the first people to introduce Priscilla and Hugo in Wild West Succubus! First, here’s a word from Lila…

Thanks for spotlighting my new book, Sandra!

I’m super excited about Wild West Succubus because it’s longer than my usual succubus stories which have previously all been short stories or Romance on the Go novelettes. It’s also my first venture into the world of historical westerns…paranormal historical westerns with a little bit of horror, a little bit of humor, a heaping dose of strong-willed heroine and served with a piping hot and yummy hero.

Wild West Succubus by Lila Shaw

Blurb:

A woman damned…

Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.

The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…

Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?

Is she his target, his mission or his bait?

Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?

Excerpt:

A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly.

“Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker.

Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets.

Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.”

The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table.

I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock.

After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate.

“What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times.

Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off.

Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.”

What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them!

One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong.

Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face.

How the hell is he able to do that?

With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly.

“Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists.

I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?”

Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.”

“I need it.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.”

“He deserved what he got!”

“No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.”

The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee.

He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.”

“Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.

Author’s Bio:

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com

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Mid Week Tease: Julia’s back and Roarke isn’t letting her out of sight.

Happy Wednesday! Are you ready for another Mid Week Tease? This week I’m rolling out an exclusive excerpt from The Mobster’s Promise, my contribution to Evernight Publishing‘s HIS anthology, available tomorrow!

Julia and Roarke’s explosive past forced them apart, but Julia’s back in town to take care of unfinished business and can’t fight the repressed memories flooding back.

Peering at the driveway leading up to the hotel’s entrance for her cab, she heard the tires of a black Shelby screech to a halt at her feet. It was a car she’d know anywhere. Crossing her arms, she raised her eyebrows as the window opened. “I’ve called a cab.”

“Get in,” Roarke growled.

She swallowed hard, ignoring the piercing blue eyes that read her every thought. “I told you I already have a ride.”

His gaze flicked to the rearview mirror before yanking the stick shift into park, slipping on a pair of sunglasses and opening the driver’s side door. Within a few strides he closed the distance between them. She straightened her spine as he firmly grabbed her shoulders. With a sweeping glance at the bystanders on the sidewalk, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “I know I’m not your favorite person, but you’re in danger. So get in the car now or I’ll put you over my shoulder and throw you into the backseat.”

“You have to be kidding me.” Julia considered her options as the reflection of a black SUV swept over the surface of Roarke’s sunglasses.

“Get in the car!” he shouted.

She swiftly moved to the car as the SUV’s passenger side door opened. A man in a baseball cap and dark glasses pointed a gun at her. She slipped into the seat and slammed the door as Roarke sped away, leaving the SUV behind.

Julia whipped her head and peered out the back window then back to Roarke. “What the hell is going on?”

“You never listen, do you?” His glance flicked to the rearview mirror. “I said you were in danger. Did you think that was some sort of pick up line to get you into bed?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“That was a warning. They want to scare you into leaving. Otherwise they would’ve opened fire.” He pulled a cell phone from his jacket pocket, slid his finger over the top and tapped the screen with his thumb before holding it to his ear. “Hey Steve, it’s Roarke. We had an issue so Julia will be calling in to the meeting. Yeah. Just as we thought.” He poked the screen and slid the phone back into his pocket.

“Since when are you so buddy-buddy with the law?”

“Steve and I have worked together for a couple of years now. We’re good friends.”

She snorted. “That’s a good one. New York’s mobsters and DA’s office playing nice in the sandbox. News at eleven.” She smiled and turned to him. His face remained unflinching as he checked the rearview mirror every few seconds.

She eased into the buttery leather seat and groaned. “Damn, I missed the Shelby.” She caught the curl of his lip.

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