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What do you get when you mix a little #SexInTheCity with a dash of #TheSopranos?

What do you get when you mix a little Sex in the City with a dash of The Soprano’s?

The newest book in my Satin Rose Experience series, The Submission of a Mafia Princess, of course!

I’ll admit it. I was a fan huge fan of The Soprano’s. So when writing the quintessential mob boss (aka Antonietta Azzari’s father), Tony Soprano came to mind. Remember The Soprano’s theme song?

Who can forget “Woke Up this Morning”…

Another one of my absolute favorite TV series is Sex in the City. In fact, a few scenes from this series always come to mind when I write one of my Satin Rose series stories. Here’s one of those inspiring snippets. I’ve always been a sucker for an elevator scene…

*sigh* Carrie and Mr. Big…

Well, that concludes the movie portion of my promo!

Check back tomorrow for a sneak peek at Brax and Toni’s first kiss. xx

xoxo

~S

 

HOT NEW RELEASE: Feral Craving by @DCStoneauthor

Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE is from fellow Evernight Publishing author D.C. Stone. When I saw the cover of this one, I knew you’d love it so I bribed D.C. over to my blog with virtual chocolates and roses. Guess what? It worked!

Take it away, D.C…

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

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

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

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

Blurb:

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

Excerpt:

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He glanced up. And time froze.

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

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

 Feral Craving is available here:

Amazon / Evernight /All Romance E-books

BIO:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow D.C. here:

Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads

Thanks, D.C.! In honor of the first book in what looks to be an amazing series, I’m buying one lucky commenter their very own digital copy. Just leave us a comment and don’t forget your email addy.

xoxo

~S

Meet Brax and Toni from THE SUBMISSION OF A MAFIA PRINCESS #SRE

Welcome back to the Satin Rose Experience!

Take a seat at the bar and order up an extra dirty martini. Drinks are on the house in honor of  The Submission of a Mafia Princess release in just a few short days! 

I’m excited to send my Jersey girl heroine and her Harley riding hero out into the digital world so I’m sharing a few tasty treats each day leading up to the release.

Want to meet the gorgeous couple on cover?

Allow me to introduce you!

Meet Braxton Malone, the Harley riding new member at the Satin Rose Experience. Wall Street commodities trader by day and Dom of choice by night, Brax is still haunted by visions of the woman from his past.

 It’s my pleasure to introduce you to Antoniette Azzari, the only child of notorious mob leader Tony “The Chief” Azzari. Tony’s looking to marry his daughter off to a fellow mobster but she has other ideas like graduate school and a future far away from the life she’s forced to lead.

Brax and Toni first meet three years before the story begins. Here’s a sneak-peek from that scene.

Excerpt from The Submission of a Mafia Princess:

“Hey,” he said softly. She tilted her face downward and strands of her straight, shoulder length hair covered one eye. He continued to approach her as she bit down on her lower lip.

“Would you please stop there? You’re making me nervous,” she said, looking up at him for a moment before her eyes shifted down again.

This time he couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “I’m making you nervous? I’m not going to get jumped by a group of mobsters with guns, am I?” Brax asked and looked around the small room.

She laughed. Not one of those high-pitched giggles, girls seem to all master. No, this was a hearty deep chuckle that made him smile in appreciation.

“No one else is here but me,” she said with a grin.

“Good to know. I’m —”

“Braxton. I know from the note.”

“Brax for short and you?”

“Toni,” she said softly.

“Toni Azzari. Hmm, I think I’ve heard that name before.” He put his index finger to his mouth and bunched his eyebrows as if he was trying to recall where he’d heard it.

“Yes, I’m Tony ‘The Chief’ Azzari’s daughter.” She smirked and made quote marks in the air with her fingers.

“Ah ha. Well, Miss Toni Azzari, are you going to come out from behind the table?”

She didn’t answer but glanced downward again.

“What is it? Do you have three legs, or maybe a tail? Look, whatever it is, I can handle it.”

She glanced up at him through a veil of thick eyelashes and continued to nibble at her lower lip. That lip stirred things in his stomach, making him want to nip at it as well.

He sensed the debate she was having with herself. Her eyes reflected her thoughts, making her even more vulnerable. She finally nodded, seemingly in response to her own decision rather than an answer to his request.

Silently, she slipped out from her hiding spot and stood about ten feet from him. Smoothing her hands down the tops of her jean-covered thighs, she flicked her eyes toward him for a split second before looking down again. He couldn’t help but stare. Gazing over her curves made him dizzy. This girl had the looks and body that would stop any man in his tracks. What was even more amazing was she seemed to have no idea of the effect she had on him. She peered beyond him to the door as if contemplating making a run for it. He had to put her at ease. Fast.

“Brax Malone at your service,” he said with a bow. “It’s truly an honor to meet New Jersey royalty.”

She laughed again. “New Jersey royalty? Funny.”

“You know, you don’t look like a Toni.”

Their gazes locked. He tried to pinpoint the color of her eyes but it was too dark to know for sure.

“No?” she questioned.

“Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t have a man’s name. What’s Toni short for?”

“Antonietta. It’s a combination of my parents’ names.”

“Does anyone call you Antonietta?”

She shook her head. “No one.”

“Would you mind if I did?”

Thanks for dropping by! Be sure to stop back tomorrow for clips from the HBO series that helped inspire this story.

xoxo

~S

COVER REVEAL! The Submission of a Mafia Princess #SRE

Let’s get the party started because I’m thrilled to reveal the cover for the next book in the Satin Rose Experience series, The Submission of a Mafia Princess. *releases balloons & throws confetti*

SRE #3 hits virtual shelves on Tuesday, February 12th. Just in time for Valentine’s Day! This SRE is a little different than the last two. Don’t worry, you’ll still get plenty of sexy scenes from a brand new suite at New York’s elite Satin Rose. But there’s so much more packed into my latest SRE.

Blurb:

Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family …

As the only child of notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to his control.

Brax always knew he’d be walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.

Three years later, Brax is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?

Excerpt:

Footsteps approached the opening of the dressing screen. Toni reached behind her back and grabbed the corset ribbon ends. “I can’t believe I even have this on. Would you please tie the laces?”

The ends were taken from her hand and pulled snug. Before the strings were tied, the ribbons were carefully smoothed and tightened from bottom to top. Fingertips grazed her spine before a bow secured the corset in place.

“Beautiful,” a voice whispered. However, instead of Mia or Francine’s voice, this was husky and masculine.

Toni twirled. Her hair whipped around her face until her eyes settled on the owner of the mysterious voice. “Brax,” she said breathlessly.

“Hi there, I hope you don’t mind me joining the lingerie party,” he said with a crooked smile.

“Crap. No, I mean yes, I mind. I didn’t want to put this getup on in the first place, let alone have anyone see me in it,” Toni sputtered as she tried to grab her robe.

“I can’t imagine why. You look amazing. Have you seen yourself?”

Toni shook her head.

Brax’s eyes shifted to the bench behind her. “You left the best for last,” he said and jerked his head toward the black silky stockings folded on the seat. “Sit,” he ordered.

She followed his glance to the bench and then returned to his face.

“There’s no going back now,” he said and quirked his eyebrows.

He had a point. She may as well go through with the entire charade. Shrugging, she shuffled her feet and sat on the bench.

Brax knelt at her knees and reached for the pair of stockings. He patted his thigh, signaling Toni to lift her right foot and placed it on his muscular leg. He found the opening of the stockings and bunched them with his thumb and forefinger to the foot of the stocking. Toni pointed her toe and slipped her foot inside. He pulled the silky stocking over her calf and stopped at her knee. Their eyes locked as he reached under each of her knees and gave them a swift tug so that her ass balanced on the edge of the padded bench. He continued pulling the stocking up to the top of her thigh. Finding the other stocking on the floor, he performed the same act on her left leg.

“Stand,” he said roughly and cleared his throat.

Without taking her eyes off him, she stood and watched as he pulled the clips from the bottom of her corset and secured the stockings.

“You’re good at that,” she said smiling.

He chuckled. “I’m going to bring you out to the mirror. No peeking.”

Brax held her hand and brushed his fingers up her back. Toni’s feet stayed planted.

“Come on, trust me. You’ll be pleased. Keep your eyes closed until I say to open them.”

Toni took a deep breath and allowed him to lead her out from behind the privacy screen.

“Inch up a little and I’m going to slip a pair of heels on your feet. Good. Open your eyes, gorgeous.”

Toni squinted, afraid of what she’d see. Her line of vision started with a pair of silver heels.

“Ooo, I do like the shoes.”

She continued her glance upward to a pair of legs she almost didn’t recognize. Damn! Are those mine? Her eyes opened wide, taking everything in. The corset fit perfectly and hugged every curve of her hourglass shape. Glancing at the tiny triangle of leather at her mound, she silently thanked the spa attendant who talked her into the Brazilian wax.

“So?” he asked.

“I’m shocked. I don’t know how, but this getup works.”

“I think you’ve been told things about yourself your whole life and took them for fact. This is all you, sweetheart. You’re sexy as sin.” Their eyes met in the mirror. “Check out the back.”

Toni scooted around and looked at her reflection in the three-way mirror. She followed the crisscross of the ribbon from the top of her back to the dangling ends tied neatly at her bare ass. Only a thin band of leather covered her full ass cheeks, making them starring features. Her glance moved to Brax in his black leather motorcycle jacket and warmth flooded her belly.

“Now do you see what I do?” he asked and trailed his fingertip down her arm.

“I don’t know about that but I’m thinking it’s a keeper.” She giggled.

“I guess that’s a start.” He winked. “Come, I’ll help you with the laces.”

She turned once they returned to the other side of the privacy screen and waited for him to pull the ends of the bow. Instead, he grasped her shoulders and led her back to the bench.

“What’s your safe word, Antonietta?”

She twisted her head and met his stare. “What?”

“Your safe word.” His eyes bore through hers and stoked the embers burning deep in her core.

“Fire,” she said quietly.

“Okay. Don’t be afraid to use it. Ever. Now sit.”

She complied, and his hands moved to her stocking clips. Four snaps sounded before the silky fabric slinked from her legs and was replaced by warm hands traveling up the inside of her thighs. Hooking his thumb around the scrap of fabric at her waist, he yanked the G-string off in a fluid movement. Warm hands were back at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as he pushed her legs apart. Moving closer, he blew a light breath over her exposed folds, eliciting a quick tremble and making her whimper for more. He growled as the swirl of his tongue sent waves of heat through her core. Toni opened her legs further and leaned backward until her back rested against the wall. Clamping down on her thighs, he lifted her legs slightly off the cushioned bench and continued to intimately reacquaint himself with her slick heat. She closed her eyes and moaned deep as the tip of his tongue circled just outside her bundle of nerves.

“Look at me. I want to watch you come undone.”

Her eyes flicked open. “Please don’t stop,” she said in a voice she didn’t recognize. It was throaty and desperate. She was transported to a time when her life was simpler, a time when all that mattered was Brax and the love they shared.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

I’m sharing little bites of Mafia Princess as well as some video clips of the two HBO series that inspired the story each day leading up to the release, so be sure to stop by for your Mafia Princess fix!

Tomorrow we’ll meet our H/h, Brax Malone and Toni Azzari! You’ll love Brax, I promise!! Yum.

xoxo

~S

#SexyToyTuesday: Catch the Wave of the Tantra Chair

Are you searching for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift? Well, look no further because I’ve found the world’s most luxurious and romantic gift idea.

The Tantra Chair. I first saw this interesting piece of furniture in Glamour Magazine. In fact, The Discovery Channel, Women’s Health Magazine, Men’s Health Magazine, Elle, Glamour and The New York Times all give the Tantra Chair their highest recommendation.

This curvy wonder was designed to explore the positions of The Kama Sutra. The dual arc design was inspired by the female body. See the resemblance? Yeah, neither do I, but that’s what the company’s advertising states.

It also claims that every curve and angle was designed to encourage couples to become more intimate, more comfortable and create countless new and exciting ways to experience heightened pleasure, thus making a profound impact on their relationships.

Intrigued? For just $1,200, you can be a proud owner of a wavy lounge chair. Or, for much less you can read an oh-so-sexy tantra chair scene in my new book, The Submission of a Mafia Princess (releases February 12th). Here’s a sneak peek.

Excerpt from The Submission of a Mafia Princess:

Alternating the silky cord around each of her wrists, he let the slack dangle between the window and her waist. Covering the bindings with his palms, he curled a fingertip between the rope and her skin.

“How does that feel?” he asked softly.

She tugged at her bindings, which got progressively tighter as she pulled her wrists apart.

She turned her face to the side. “It’s fine,” she said with a smile. “I’ve…missed this.” She stopped herself from saying what she really felt. I miss us.

“You’re a natural submissive, Antonietta.” Brax wound her hair around his hand and nipped at her neck. Closing her eyes, she was transported back in time to the evenings spent at the park in the exact position.

“We’re going to move to the tantra chair. Since you’re inexperienced, we’re going to take it slow, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll need your safe word tonight but feel free to use it if things get to be too much for you.”

Tantra chair? She hadn’t noticed the added piece of furniture in the corner of the room. A curvy chocolate colored leather wavelike lounger sat in front of the window a few feet from where she stood. It was narrower than any other lounge chair she’d seen before. Turning to Brax, she raised her eyebrow.

“I trust you,” she whispered and gazed into his eyes while thanking the Gods above for Brax’s pigheadedness, for not allowing her to play with Mick. Looking into his soft eyes, she couldn’t imagine such intimacy with anyone else. Lowering her bound hands to the front of her chest, she turned around and sat on the low dip of the tantra chair.

“Tell me about the chair? I’ve never seen one before.” She put her legs up on the top of the wave and he brought the end of the cord, along with her bound hands, over her head as the sound of a metal chain jingled behind her.

“The chair’s purpose is to enhance the sexual experience. It allows for the ultimate in intimacy and positions. A work of art, if you ask me, especially with the additions SRE added to it,” he chuckled. “The only way to truly appreciate it is to experience it firsthand.”

So, what do you think of the Tantra Chair?

xoxo

~S

ALL THINGS GIRL: 5 #Sexy ways to fight the winter doldrums

Happy first Monday of February!

Have the winter doldrums got you down? Well, I have FIVE sure fire and inexpensive ways to warm a cold winter’s day (or night!).

Here we go…

 

5. According to my ALL THINGS GIRL post from October, titled Arousing Scents, the smell and taste of Cinnamon is an instant turn-on. So why not stick a tube of Booty Parlor’s Kissaholic Aphodisiac Breath Spray in your purse for a quick spritz of zing? Love potion? Probs not. But I love the fun name.

 

4. I’ve expressed my love for Hanky Panky thongs before. They are the best thong panties. Ever. Period. If you haven’t tried them, order a pair. I promise, you’ll love them. I’m also a sucker for clever packaging so I’m head over heels for HP’s thong rose. It’ll be around long after the real Valentine roses shrivel and fade.

Hanky Panky alert! I’ll be giving away a special custom SRE thong next week in honor of my new release, The Submission of a Mafia Princess (The Satin Rose Experience #3)!

 

3. When in doubt indulge, baby. The ultimate indulgence? Godiva chocolates, of course! A bite of one of these fine chocolates is a guaranteed mood altering experience. In fact, just walking into your local mall’s Godiva store is a sensory treat. The smell of chocolate alone puts me in a happy place.

 

2. The dry winter air is murder on your hands so splurge on a good quality hand creme. My favorite is Archipelago Botanicals Morning Mint. I keep a tube at home and one in the office (just don’t confuse it w/your toothpaste!). It’s thick and rich but doesn’t leave a greasy film, plus I love the clean scent.

1. Your hands shouldn’t get all the TLC! My favorite winter me time pampering session is sneaking out for a pedicure. It’s not something women think to do in the winter because our feet are stuck in boots most of the time, but ahh, what a treat! I highly recommend you call your salon today and book one. You’ll be glad you did!

So there you go, try one or all five, then let me know if it lifted your winter spirits!

Oh and before I forget, the February edition of the BTS eMag is available and it is BEAUTIFUL! Jennifer Probst is the feature author this month. Don’t miss my column, Chic Trends in Romance, on page 7. We’re talking RED HOT firefighter romances in honor of the month of love. Check it out!

Have a sweet week.

xoxo

~S

#OhSoSexy nomination for BROOKE’S WISH! #SRE

Happy weekend, lovelies!

I just have to share my very pleasant surprise last night.

First, virtual ((hugs)) to my girls SJ, Colleen and Michelle for clueing me in! xo

So it seems there’s a Ménage Romance Fan’s Choice Awards and…

BROOKE’S WISH is a nominee!

No way!!

Yes! It’s true!

Brooke is standing proud in the Light Bondage category and I have that sweet button up there to prove it.  *points* Roses and chocolates to my nominators. Thanks for thinking of my one and only menage romance for this wonderful award. It’s truly an honor to be listed among the group of greats.

In celebration of Brooke, along with her men Ty and Jackson (can’t forget them!), I’m giving away a copy of BROOKE’S WISH this weekend. Just leave me a comment. Of course, I’d love if you’d take a moment to pop over to Mary’s Naughty Whispers and vote too!

xoxo

~S

 

HOT NEW RELEASE: Doris O’Connor’s TOO DEVIOUS TO TAME #bookgiveaway @mamaD8

This week’s HOT NEW RELEASE is from Doris O’Connor, one of my favorite Evernight authors. Not only does Doris possess incredible talent to weave a hot and sexy story, she’s a wonderful person, too. Let’s take a peek at Doris’ newest release, TOO DEVIOUS TO TAME…

Thanks so much for having me here today !

Hands up who likes sexy Italian men? How about feisty heroines, dynamic family relationships, hot sex, and a haunting love story? How about we throw in some beautiful scenery with a generous dash of danger, and twists and turns to take your breath away and keep you on the edge of your seat?

You do, do you? Well, it just so happens that book three of my Giovanni Clan series, has all that and more.

I touch on some tough issues in this story and we seem to have jumped a heat level as a result. When Jemima’s past catches up with her, it falls to cousin Giorgio to honor the promises he made in book two of the series. If you haven’t read the previous books, don’t worry, you’ll catch up. The stories stand on their own. However, if you feel the need to check them out, don’t let me stop you

Too Hot To Handle, book one in the series is reduced to just 99 cents for a limited time only, and it happens to have one very sexy firefighter in it.

*grins*

To celebrate the releases of Too Devious To Tame I am giving one lucky reader a chance to win either of the first two books in the series. Winner’s choice. Just leave me a comment!

Readers already familiar with the stories will recognize Jemima and Giorgio from book two. In Too Devious To Tame I delve into the mechanics of their relationship. These two have a past, and the choices they made come to haunt them in this book.

Will they make it through, and safely out of the tangled webs they’ve created?

BLURB:

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

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

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

EXCERPT:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.

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

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

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

Find TOO DEVIOUS TO TAME here:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / Bookstrand / AllRomance eBooks

Author Bio:

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

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

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

Find Doris on the web here:

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This is another red-hot read! Check out this fantastic reader review on Amazon. Thanks for sharing your HOT NEW RELEASE with us, Doris!

xoxo

~S

 

Confessions of a Dieting Romance Author

Yup…it’s another food post, because…

I’m still dieting here!

Unless you’ve been blessed with skinny girl genes, you’ve BTDT at some point in your life. That desire to get back into your skinny size niggles at you until you take the plunge into the diet pool.

Easy, right? Wrong! Not when there are so many deterrents. Last week’s temptation was a Rice Krispy treat heart on steroids.

What’s today’s diet buster?

Honey Barbecue Chips.

Let’s disect…

Honey: sweet and rich

Barbecue: spicy and hot

Chips: Abso-fucking-lutely addictive

Sounds like the perfect romance novel hero, huh?

Catch the resemblance?

Just how did I devour the potato chip equivalent of Tyson Beckford? Well, quite simply, the opened bag of empty calories kept calling my name from the kitchen counter. Taunting me, really. One turned to, um, well, more than one, and *thud* I fell off the diet wagon.

In last week’s blog post I blamed the husb, AB, for the crispy heart, but I can’t whip him for bringing the golden bag of evil goodness into the house this time. It was all me…and my DS, LAXBro, who requested them…and the Stop & Shop peeps, who placed them right by the register… *sigh*

All kidding aside, I’ve actually lost a bunch of lbs. and I’m back in my favorite Lucky Brand skinny jeans with room to spare. YAY! So, tomorrow’s a new day and I’ll be the first one at the wagon stop because I’m jumping back on, baby!

xoxo

~S

 

 

Welcome #SexyToyTuesday guest @Lila_Shaw

Welcome back to Sexy Toy Tuesday! 

Sexy Toy Tuesday is a new feature idea invented while chatting with authors and readers on the Evernight Readers’ Facebook Group (if you’re not already a member join us for a rockin’ good time). What a fun way to get an up close and personal look at some sexy new releases and meet the talented authors who write them.

My next Sexy Toy Tuesday guest is author is Lila Shaw and her new release, Succubus Steam!

What gal doesn’t like a BOB (battery-operated boyfriend)…if it’s the right one. They come in a ton of shapes and sizes designed to appeal to many preferences. The best part about BOBs is they always know exactly what you want. The worst part, they rarely surprise you unless you have severe short-term memory damage or impaired hand-eye coordination.

However, my number one complaint is this—they’re too damn cold. Sure you can run them under hot water for a bit but the warmth doesn’t last that long. I’m not fond of a cold speculum in the hoo-ha, but at least it’s for clinical purposes and of short duration. I have no desire to get off with Mr. Terminator’s little cousin, the Orgasminator, despite the promising moniker. Plus when we read of satin over steel in romance novels, I like a little give in the steel.

What if I could fashion a BOB that was as close to the real deal as possible but minus the farting, burping, snoring, remote control hogging, petty arguments, ego trips and stinky socks? Sounds like man nirvana doesn’t it? Give him hands, a mouth, a torso and most importantly, warmth.

If I can’t be an engineer or product manufacturer, then let me be a writer.

In fiction, anything is possible. What better way to experience vicariously the perfect BOB than by having a character create and use one? Violet in Succubus Steam is just such an intrepid and lusty inventor. Here is her description of the sex toy masterpiece she names Adam:

 My superb design has yielded iron and aluminum workings, covered by a material so identical to human flesh, it fools even my own discerning senses of sight, smell, taste and touch.

My Adam is nearly complete. I’ve stitched hair onto his head, my own as chance would have it, and onto his sex, his chest and arms. I even added a dash to his upper lip because I do adore kissing a mustachioed man, perhaps because it adds an air of danger without invoking true peril.

Adam’s limbs are long and powerful, sculpted in the manner of Michelangelo’s David. His face is rugged yet symmetrical, with sculpted cheekbones and jawline, but with full, fleshy lips and a dangerously provocative cleft in his chin.

I’ve reserved my best efforts in the design and function of his manhood. After all, that is his primary purpose: to sate my appetite upon demand, one that is both carnal and life sustaining. His cock is nearly the thickness of my wrist and the length of my foot and is fixed in a permanent state of readiness. He wears no clothing but the smile I affixed upon his handsome visage. He need not suffer any embarrassment over his nude and aroused state. He has nowhere to go and is happy–as much as an automaton can be– to forever remain at his station in my laboratory with its adjoining bedchamber.

And I forgot to mention Violet has designed him to do his own cleanup! For warmth, Violet has this to say:

His coal furnace clicks along nicely with the rhythm of a human heartbeat as his skin warms mine, neither too hot nor too cool—perfect. His full, sensuous mouth descends for a kiss. He feels exactly as a man should—hard and powerful, yet with a gentle touch in the press of his palms against my sides. His lips apply pressure to my lips, his artificial tongue, flavored with peppermint and chocolate, sweeps against my own.

I pull back to offer verbal encouragement. This I enjoy, because the more we interact, the more superb his lovemaking skills.

Ah heaven! So, bring on the BOB, or in Adam’s case, the SOB (steam-operated boyfriend). But if I have to return to reality, a rabbit will also do.

Love the peppermint and chocolate flavor. Nice touch, Lila! I really enjoyed this as well as the other luscious stories in Lila’s Succubus Chronicles. Click here to take a fun quiz to find out which succubus are you!

Blurb:

A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.

When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, Adam is a very large, steam-powered sex toy

 

Excerpt: 

I wake to a pair of deep green eyes staring at me. “Adam?”

A grin blooms on his handsome face. “Adam? Is that what you named him? How biblical of you, Violet.” He straightens and roars with laughter.

On the bed, behind my back, a body stirs to life. I roll over and squeak at the twin of the man I’ve just woken to. “Adam?”

“Yes, my love,” says the male lying next to me.

“Oh, my God!” I sit bolt upright and cover my breasts with the sheets. Now that the sleep scales have fallen from my eyes and my brain, I understand my situation. “Lyle! How did you get in here?”

“Never mind that, you clever girl. What the deuce have you been making?” A few strides of his long legs carry him to the other side of the bed where Adam lies. “Adam? Is that your name?”

Adam sits and turns to me. “Who is this man, Violet, my dearest?”

Lyle’s eyes grow wider. “Good Lord, he sounds exactly like … me!” He reaches out a hand and pokes Adam in the cheek. “Not nearly as good-looking though.”

“I am not a lord,” Adam tells Lyle gravely, and I can’t help but snicker at the shocked expression on Lyle’s face. “I belong to Violet. By what name shall I address you?”

“You may call me … Lord Cocksucker,” Lyle says mocking my creation.

Adam laughs, sounding so like the man he was modeled after. “Lord Cocksucker. That is an interesting name. I like to have my cock sucked. Do you?”

Lyle sits on the bed next to Adam. “Oh, yes I do, very much. You’re quite a lucky man if Violet sucks your cock. Does she?”

“Sometimes. Today I fucked her. It was our first time to have sexual intercourse, and I liked it very much. Violet is all any man could ever want in a lover.”

“Yes, I dare say she would be. Lucky you, my friend.”

“Lyle!” Both Lyle and Adam face me, one a pale replica of the other. “Adam, go to sleep now, please.”

“As you wish.” Adam lies supine and closes his eyes.

Lyle’s eyes drift to the tent Adam’s erect penis has created beneath the sheet. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the center pole. “A crude copy but nowhere near as grand as the real thing. Still, I applaud your taste.” He casts a smirk my way. “However, I’m really wondering but one thought at this moment and that’s … why?”

“Why?” I blink and wonder how much I should tell him. Given the extent of what he has discovered, I suppose no further harm can be dealt by sharing the why of Adam.

“Yes, why an inferior copy when you could have the superior original at the snap of your fingers?”

Check out this great review from Ms. Romantic Reads

SUCCUBUS STEAM can be found here: 

Evernight Publishing | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

 Stalk Lila here:

Website: Lila Shaw

Twitter: @lila_shaw

Attention authors: Sexy Toy Tuesday guest spots are available in March and beyond. Contact me to book a date.

xoxo

~S