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Blog Tour Kick Off

Hi all,

My First Anniversary Blog Tour kicks off today with me visiting Gale Stanley's blog where I'm telling you a bit about the Ink, Sweat and Tears Series. Of course there are prizes too - some cool stuff for my readers - so hop over and check it out: http://galestanley.blogspot.de/2013/0...

Have a great week! 

Fantasy for Sale & Blog Tour Announcement

Hi all,

I'm busy, busy, busy getting my blog tour organised - what, you didn't know there was a blog tour? Well, just so you all know, I'm about to have my first anniversary as a published author, and to celebrate, I'm on a blog tour from May 6th - 19th. I'll announce the schedule soon and yes, there will be prizes for you, my lovelies.

So, while I'm busy writing and distributing background stories to all the books I've published, how about a little sneaky peeky at my upcoming release, Fantasy for Sale?  
It releases on May 31st from TEB (available to pre-order on May 17th, so mark your calendars!) 

Here's the blurb:



Fantasy for SaleWhat's the price of reality when a fantasy is for sale?
Cam is young, sinfully sexy and willing to play without limits, a combination which makes him a fantasy turned to flesh for men and women alike - and he's for sale. Nate is curious when it comes to carnal delights but hasn't found the right man to explore his desires with. When a friend buys Nate a few hours of pleasure with Cam, it's not much of a surprise that Nate ends up intrigued. He keeps coming back for more and the attraction between them appears to be mutual but while Nate finds himself falling for the sexy hooker, Cam makes no secret of the fact that for him, sex is just a job.  Determined to win him over, Nathan tries to show him that sex is about more than physical satisfaction but Cam's walls seem impenetrable until a dramatic event forces him to reveal some of his secrets and Nate begins to understand that Cam pays more than just the price for the reality behind the fantasy.

Book Showcase: Training the Help by Michelle Graham

Hi all, 
The lovely Michelle Graham has just released book 3 in her sexy Hedon Falls series, titled Training the Help . What can I say, I'm thrilled to present the first FFM romance on my blog, so here it goes:


Training the Help – Hedon Falls 3

Unemployed and running out of resources, Sophie LaPlante is desperate for a job, when the perfect one appears before her. A wealthy couple from Hedon Falls requires a live-in housekeeper, and Sophie is just what they’re looking for.

Jack Sullivan, a powerful CEO and Dom, is married to actress Kendra Hughes. He immediately senses submissive tendencies in his new housekeeper. His wife can never be the sub he needs, so while Kendra is away on a film shoot, he begins to train Sophie. When Kendra returns, she joins the training to explore her own Dominant desires. While their sessions were not intended to involve sex, they find themselves fighting a losing battle against their mutual attraction.

The three of them are caught up in a web of lust, guilt, and infidelity, all complicated by an ex-boyfriend who can’t leave Sophie alone.






Adult Excerpt

Jack pulled her inside. He quickly shed his tux jacket, tie and shirt. Sophie watched, transfixed, as the muscles on his arms rippled in front of her. He kept his body in amazing shape. He walked around behind Sophie and pulled down the zipper on her dress. He pushed the dress to the floor. His hand slapped her butt and she cried out in pleasure. He moved around in front of her, his eyes travelling over her body. He stared at the push-up bra and the deep cleavage it created. Sophie’s nipples were pointing straight out and aching to be touched. Jack raised a hand toward her and she held her breath in anticipation, but he simply took her hand and led her to the large wooden X on the far wall. The wood was dark and highly polished, with hooks attached to the top, and bottom of each arm. He pushed her against it, face first and ordered her not to move. A moment later, he was fastening cuffs around her ankles and wrists. He lifted one arm and attached the cuff to the hook on the cross. He did the same for the other arm, and then her legs. A moment later he was pressing the ball gag into her mouth and fastening it behind her head. Sophie clenched her teeth against the hard ball, the drooling beginning almost immediately.

She felt the sting of a flogger against her back and moaned around the gag. Jack rained down blows on her shoulders, back, behind, and legs, each one harder, and each bringing more pleasure. She could hear Jack’s ragged breathing behind her and the quiet grunts that always preceded another flick with the flogger. When he stopped, she whimpered slightly, needing him to continue and give her the release she was looking for. Instead, he pressed himself against her, his erection like steel in her back. He slipped a hand around front, and pressed it against her stomach. His breath caressed her neck and ears.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Sophie nodded. Jack’s other hand traveled down her back and caressed her ass, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her thong and pulling gently. Sophie moaned as the fabric pulled taut over her clit. He did this a few times before he slid both hands to her hips and pulled her back against him. The feel of his fingers digging into her hips, combined with his cock pushing against her back made her body shake with desire.

“I’m going to undo your bra,” he said. “Is that okay?”

Sophie nodded vigorously as his hands moved over her back and deftly unhooked the clasp of her bra. It stayed in place because she was pressed up against the cross. He slid his hands over her sides, his fingers grazing the side of her breasts. He traced delicate patterns on her skin. She felt him bend down and press his lips softly against the side of her neck. With a moan, she tilted her head to allow him better access and he moved up to her ear, nipping at the earlobe before he leaned his head against hers, breathing heavily. Then he moved away and she felt him unhook her ankles and her wrists. He pulled her arms down to her sides, keeping the bra loosely in place, and then turned her around. Sophie gazed up at him, his eyes dark with desire. He reached up to undo the strap on the gag and then carefully pulled it out of her mouth. He dropped it to the floor and then pulled at the front of her bra. She lifted her arms slightly so the garment came away from her body and Jack dropped that to the floor as well. The whole time his eyes stayed locked on hers.

“Sophie,” he whispered, tracing the contour of her jaw with his fingertips. “God, Sophie, I want you so much.”

She could feel his fingers trembling very slightly. She could practically see the struggle in his eyes and it mirrored her own. But she had reached the point where her desire eroded her willpower. Taking a chance, she reached up to touch his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment and then he grabbed her face between his hands and brought his mouth down to hers. Desire flared more powerfully than ever and Sophie kissed him back with abandon.


Here's where you can grab a copy of Training the Help:  http://www.bookstrand.com/training-the-help -  it's available at a discount until May 4th, so you better hurry!
Author BioMichelle Graham has dreamed of being a writer since she was very young. Her stories almost always had a happy ending, and once she reached a certain age, they almost always had romance. Michelle loves to recreate that wonderful feeling of falling head over heels in love. The relationships she writes about are definitely not conventional, but the love is always the same.Michelle has been in love with her wonderful husband for seventeen years, and they have two children, and a variety of animals. She lives in southern Ontario, Canada.
Where to find MichelleWebsiteFacebookTwitterGoodreadsAmazon Author PageBookstrand Author Page

Tuesday Teaser - Fantasy for Sale

Hi all,

I'm busy, busy, busy getting my blog tour organised - what, you didn't know there was a blog tour? Well, just so you all know, I'm about to have my first anniversary as a published author, and to celebrate, I'm on a blog tour from May 6th - 19th. I'll announce the schedule soon and yes, there will be prizes for you, my lovelies.

So, while I'm busy writing and distributing background stories to all the books I've published, how about a little sneaky peeky at my upcoming release, Fantasy for Sale?  
It releases on May 31st from TEB (available to pre-order on May 17th, so mark your calendars!) 

Here's the blurb:



Fantasy for SaleWhat's the price of reality when a fantasy is for sale?
Cam is young, sinfully sexy and willing to play without limits, a combination which makes him a fantasy turned to flesh for men and women alike - and he's for sale. Nate is curious when it comes to carnal delights but hasn't found the right man to explore his desires with. When a friend buys Nate a few hours of pleasure with Cam, it's not much of a surprise that Nate ends up intrigued. He keeps coming back for more and the attraction between them appears to be mutual but while Nate finds himself falling for the sexy hooker, Cam makes no secret of the fact that for him, sex is just a job.  Determined to win him over, Nathan tries to show him that sex is about more than physical satisfaction but Cam's walls seem impenetrable until a dramatic event forces him to reveal some of his secrets and Nate begins to understand that Cam pays more than just the price for the reality behind the fantasy.

Tuesday Teaser: HK Carlton

Hi all, 


Today's Tuesday Teaser is a lovely lady from Canada who has come to realise that erotic romance may just be the hotter alternative to historicals. Be careful when you meet her, because she may just scribble a bit of her next story on you - yeah, that's right.  Wanna know what that means? Read the interview...Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome talented authorHK Carlton

Hello Heather, I'm thrilled to have you back here today! Please take a seat, have some coffee and make yourself comfortable. Let's start with
The business ones
Please give us a short introduction about yourselfI am a multi-published Canadian author. I live in Ontario with my hard-working hubby and my lovely teenage daughter. I will also admit to two handsome grown sons. 
What genre(s) do you write in and why?I write erotic, historical and contemporary romance. I started out writing historical but found that I enjoy writing erotic romance almost as much, if not more. In the erotic genre, I have tried my hand at several different sub-genres including erotic time-travel, ménage a trios, and have recently had my first m/m story accepted.
Tell us about your latest releaseMy newest release is entitled Streetlight People an m/f/f ménage story about some college kids who do a bit of experimentation, which actually begins in public.
Do you need a special setting to write in or do you have a ceremony to get you in the mood? What does it look like?I can write anywhere and on anything. I’ll use pen to paper just as easily as a desktop PC or laptop. If I’m using the laptop, my favourite spot is in bed. But if I’m forced to use the desktop, the area looks like an office, since my husband also uses it to conduct business. Nothing cushy about it. If I had it my way there would be a nice comfy couch and a fireplace. 
Describe your feelings when you learnt that your first book was accepted for publicationI was ecstatic but also anxious about all the unknowns and there were many that I was not aware of or just didn’t think of. But mainly, I was afraid that I might not understand the whole editing process having never done anything like it before, I wasn’t sure what to expect but my editor was so kind and patient and helpful, that I had a wonderful first experience.
Has the release of your first book changed anything in your personal life? If so, what?I am much busier than I used to be. I’m having a bit of a struggle trying to keep up and also have time to write.
Where do you find inspiration?I can find inspiration anywhere, in a song, a dream, the weather, a photograph, even seeing a random person on the street that captures my attention can end up in my stories.  
Who is your favourite character and why?A favourite character from one of my books? Oh, boy, that’s a tough one. I’m usually half in love with whomever I’m writing at the time but so far I’d have to say Gard Marschand from The Devil Take You (historical romance set in 1307 during the Scottish Wars of Independence). He is the classic anti-hero; a pretty nasty guy really. One so hell-bent on revenge that he commits some pretty heinous and unforgivable acts to accomplish it. But for some reason even though he is the most evil character I have ever written, I fell in love with him despite his reprehensible behaviour. I hope readers will too. What can I say; we love our bad boys.
A favourite line from one of your booksOne of my favourite lines is from Lost Time(erotic time-travel) when Hannah first begins to realise that Lockhart just might be an apparition and as she is thinking about all the strange occurrences that have happened since she met him, this is her thought process…But what about that strange molecular disturbance that occurred whenever he entered a room? What the hell was that? And why would a ghost even want to fuck, or need it? How could a spirit even do that with a human? He’d bruised her skin, for crying out loud! If she’d known he was a ghost, she never would have let him go all the way!
Your favourite drink and food when writing Coffee and dry Honey Nut Cheerios.
The nosy ones
How much of the real “you” is in your stories?In my first few manuscripts there was quite a bit of me, but as I’ve been trying some different genres lately that I have no first-hand experience in, I’ve gotten away from that. Although, I’m sure I slip in a little character trait here or there that I just happen to possess; good or bad.
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Who was it?Before Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series books came out I would have said either of the MacKeltar brothers Drustan or Dageus or Adam Black, all characters from her Highlander Series. But then KMM came out with the Fever Series and I was all about Jericho Barrons. JZB. Also a bit of an anti-hero. :D 
What’s the silliest error in a book you’ve submitted?I try to forget them, but the silliest, was the beginning of Lost Time, the very first line in fact I wrote that Hannah was on a train but part of the plot actually hinges on her being on a bus. Self-editing 101.But I think the funniest things occur when submitting to my UK publisher. Some wording or phrasing have a slightly different meaning than they do here and my editor has to point them out to me. You wouldn’t think it would make much difference since we are all English speaking; but talk about lost in translation. :D
Who is your least favourite of the characters you’ve written? Why?Elnor from You Found Me (historical). She is a malicious and conniving little witch, who does her best to make the lives of my protags quite miserable.  The steamiest scene from your booksExcerpt from Swap: I was getting more worked up as I touched him. Wetter, hotter, and my breathing spiked. I ran my palms over his ribs, caressing down his flat stomach until my fingers touched the head of his cock, which was nestled lovingly between my thighs. I even allowed my fingers to brush against my own clit, knowing it would heighten the delicious burn. And I knew he would enjoy watching me touch myself. He growled at the action and moaned as I wiped my fingertip over the small drip forming on the end of his dick and swirled it around my aching nub, lubricating it even more.
“Mmm,” he moaned, shifting his hips. He ran his hands from my knees to my hips, sitting up. He coaxed me on to my back, then slid down my body, making me writhe in anticipation of what was to come. He pushed up my T-shirt, moving it out of his way as he went. He tucked his hands under my ass, tilting my glistening pussy towards his hot mouth. He kissed my clit, closed-lipped, before he began slowly lapping, then delving, sluicing pointedly, opening me with maddening slowness, sensually with his probing tongue. My blood quickened and my juices flowed, making me weak and dizzy. Just as I began to rotate my hips in the very early stages of release, he paused and came down on his elbow beside me. He inserted two fingers into my sopping cunt, penetrating then retreating, using broad strokes. It felt really good, but I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t used his tongue to bring me to orgasm. I really liked it when he sucked my clit. But I didn’t have time to tell him, because all of a sudden the stroking changed.
He centred all of the pressure on the front wall of my vagina, stroking the soft swelling created from my arousal. Penetrating only a few inches at a time instead of going in fast and deep. Oh, my God! He’d read more than he’d admitted to, I thought fleetingly before I moaned, out loud, “Oh, my God!” in absolute rapture.
“A ‘come here’ motion,” he rasped, his voice deep with his own arousal. “Isn’t that what you wrote?” He crooked his two fingers forward and made that motion. “Come here, baby,” he invited. I almost came off the bed, thrashing at the tremendous sensation he was awakening in me.
“Is this what you want me to do to you?”
I had no idea this was even possible, I thought but didn’t say, unable to form the words as he took his other hand and placed just the slightest amount of pressure over my pelvic bone while he continued to stroke shallowly with flexed fingers. This was mind-blowing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think and I didn’t care. I had never experienced or felt anything in comparison in my life. Every part of my body was hot and felt like it had its own beat. That beat grew and spread out from the deepest, darkest core of my being. An explosion began to build. My hips bucked. “Oh, God, Michael!” I cried again as the waves of sensation began to radiate. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end.
He pulled his fingers out. “No…” I protested, pulling my knees in, trying to maintain this state of suspended climax.
“No,” he gritted out, his jaw tight with his own torrid pain. “I don’t want to miss this!” He forcefully pulled my knees apart and plunged his straining cock into my spasming pussy. I was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to maintain the incredible bar that his talented fingers had set but, as soon as he started to thrust in long velvety strokes, keeping that ever-so-slight pressure on my pubic bone, it sent me into a whole other stratosphere. I grabbed on to the sheets, trying to hold myself down.
I was bombarded by one blissful, devastating, deep, gut-wrenching wave after another of exquisite, steady pleasure. I wanted to weep at the intensity of it.
“Oh, God, Hails! You’re so fuckin’ hot in here.” He shuddered as if he meant that as a good thing.
My taut stomach undulated again and again. “Can you feel it?” I panted, hoping he was feeling, on his end, even a modicum of the rapture he’d created inside me.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” The tension on his handsome face pulled his skin tight over his jaw as he fought to hold back, trying to prolong it for me. “I’ve never felt anything this good.”


A person you admireMy mum
The fast ones
Favourite colour?Purple
Favourite pet?Chihuahua
Dog or cat?Dog
Coffee or tea?Coffee
Quickie or candles?If my husband took the time to actually set out candles, it would be a quickie and he wouldn’t know what hit him. But he would never think of it, so his loss.
Hunky or chunky?Hunky
Suit & tie or jeans & boots?Yes, please
Walk in the park or chat over cocktails?Chatting while walking in the park with cocktails camouflaged in Tim Horton’s cups 
Great interview, Heather, thank you! Now let's have a look at your new book, which is one of the rare m/f/f stories featured on my blog:

Streetlight People  We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.


Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Buy links:  Total-E-Bound Amazon Canada  Amazon UK Amazon US
Happy Reading My Streetlight Peeps…
Thank you for having me Sage!

Thank you so much for being my guest, Heather! I had a great time interviewing you :) ~S~
For more information on H K Carlton, please visit her Author website http://pickagenrealready.blogspot.ca

Another brilliant review for Sub-Culture

Hi all,

There is nothing like waking up to the five - star review of a very contented reader to make an author's day! Here's what Susan thinks about Sub-Culture:

" Incredible tale of a relationship that just keeps giving
By now I'm sure you all know I'm a real Sage Marlowe fan. I'm slowly working my way through everything he's written because I just love his stories of real men in real situations. Sage writes stories that are incredibly vivid, realistic and invoke the sorts of responses that a book should invoke. By these I mean the lump in the throat, the flood of tears to eyes that have been touched by a tender moment..." read the full review

So, happy Sage? Very happy Sage!!!

Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!

Romeo & Julian on Sale on Amazon

Hi all,

The first two books in the Romeo & Julian series - A Thief on Christmas Eve & A Talent in Your Lies - are currently on offer on Amazon (almost 30% off), so if you haven't got them yet, now is the perfect time :)

Here are the links:



A Thief on Christmas EveSometimes to catch a thief is just the beginning…
When FBI special agent Julian Harris finally corners art thief and cat burglar Romeo, he's planning to put the man first in handcuffs and then behind bars. Instead, he finds himself first trapped in a house in the mountains by a blizzard and then captivated by Romeo's irresistible charm. One thing leads to another, and after a night spent together, Julian wakes up alone with his pride bruised and his heart stolen. Almost a year later, a twist of fate brings them back together and their mutual attraction sparks up again instantly, but events take on a dynamic that could have at least one of them wind up dead. Blackmailed into a precarious break-in, Romeo has to choose between Julian's life and his own safety while all the time, there are two questions on Julian's mind. Who is this slick and sexy thief really, and where does his true loyalty lie?
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B1HIHOWAmazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00B1HIHOWBookstrand: www.bookstrand.com/a-thief-on-christmas-eveBarnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-thief-on-christmas-eve-romeo-julian-sage-marlowe/1114148981?ean=9781622420391


A Talent in Your LiesBeing close to someone and knowing them are two entirely different things…
FBI agent Julian Harris realizes that when it comes to his new consultant Romeo, being close to someone and knowing them are two entirely different things. Two weeks into their new work relationship, Romeo and Julian have the first real case on their sheet. A stolen painting not only requires former art thief Romeo's expertise, it also gives Julian the chance to find out more about the man who shares his bed but has yet to tell him his real name. As they unravel the solution to the crime, Julian realizes that Romeo has more secrets than he thought and might even be using his new status as FBI team member to pursue his own agenda. Once again, Julian follows a path full of unexpected twists and turns on his quest to unveil Romeo's true identity—and what does it mean that just as he gets close, his own life is in danger?
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B88R9DEAmazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00B88R9DEBookstrand: www.bookstrand.com/a-talent-in-your-lies
 

Sage is Out: Interviewing Jazz Spencer at Sid Love's Blog

Hi all,

This is a first for me - I've interviewed one of my characters, fellow author Jazz Spencer aka JS Phoenix. If you know my books, you'll remember him as one of the heroes of the Phoenix - Series. Find out what he has to say here: http://sidlove.wordpress.com/2013/04/...

My visit on Sid's blog is part of a huge giveaway drive with lots of authors participating and giving away books, so drop by and try your luck!

Sxxx

Tuesday Teaser: May Raymond

Hi all,

Today's Tuesday Teaser is a dear friend of mine, newbie author May Raymond, who has recently released her first book, Her Canadian Dream.

Here you go:
Her Canadian Dream

Alyssa Crane's Canadian dreams are smashed when her fiancé betrays her with another woman. Aiden Price reluctantly gives her a home, at the insistence of a close friend, but he is worried about his attraction for her. He knows she is vulnerable after the breakup of her engagement and doesn't want to push her into something she's not ready for.
However, Alyssa's secret dreams of a BDSM relationship come a step closer as Aiden reveals himself to be a Dom. But, fate then takes a hand and ruins the relationship before it really starts. Alyssa flees home to England, but Aiden isn't giving her up that easily. He follows her and confesses his love, but can she take any more heartbreak?




 Here's the adult excerpt to warm you up ;)


His next words made her blanch.

“Stand up.” Despite her nerves she stood. “Strip.”

“What?” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.

He waved his hand at her. “You heard. Strip. Everything off.”

Her thoughts threatened her composure and her hands shook.

Oh Lord. A real Dom. Can I do this? What if he takes one look at me and hates what he sees?

“Wait,” he barked out the word as she stood, indecision written all over her.

She gave him a quizzical look as she battled with her natural shyness and tried to decide whether to obey him.

He continued, “What was that negative thought that just went through your head?”

Again her thoughts jumped in.

How did he know? Were Doms psychic, too? Could she admit her fears to him? He was such a good-looking man she couldn’t see that he would be interested in her.

“I’m waiting, Aly.”

She decided to confess her fears. “I was just thinking that you might be put off by my body once I got undressed. I’m not a skinny little model type like that Lindsay woman. I’m not sexy like her.”

Before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed her arm and swung her round, swatting her ass as he moved.

“Ouch.”

“Don’t ever put yourself down like that again. You are a hundred times more sexy than that bit of trash. If I ever hear you doing that again I will give you five more of the same.”

He pulled her round to face him again, pulling her forward so that she stood between his open legs.

“Now, I want you to strip. And I don’t want to hear any more of your self-deprecations.”

Slowly, she stepped back. In her head the battle was still raging as to whether she could do this.

Aiden sat patiently, seemingly impassive as he watched the myriad of emotions flitting across her face.

He smiled at her, deep brown eyes watching and waiting. The fact that he seemed not to judge her helped to make her decision and she started to pull her sweater over her head.

She dropped it onto the floor next to her and reached behind to unclasp her bra. As she let that fall on top of her sweater her nipples peaked at the sudden change in temperature. Resisting the urge to cover herself, she sneaked a peek at Aiden. Her eyes homed in on his crotch and there was no doubt that this was affecting him as much as her.

This knowledge gave her the courage to proceed. She quickly slid down the zip on her skirt and let it fall. Stepping out of it, she kicked it to one side. A frisson of nerves almost made her baulk at the final hurdle but she banished all negative thoughts from her mind as she pushed down the sides of her now-soaked panties.

The scent of her arousal filled the room and made her cheeks flare with embarrassment.

Aiden reached out his hand and a growl rumbled through him as she stepped back to avoid his touch.

“Be still.”

His eyes raked down her body, taking in her full breasts, slightly rounded tummy and the dark curls covering her mound. Just below, at the juncture of her thighs he could see the proof of her arousal glistening as juices leaked from her moist pussy.

“Now, my sweet little English rose. I want you to go upstairs to my room and sit on the bed. I’ll give you five minutes. There are some rules though and I expect you to follow them.

“In the bedroom, my word is law and I say what happens and when. This does not mean that I won’t consider your every need. If you think things are going too fast for you, then I want you to say yellow. Then we’ll talk about what’s worrying you and try to sort it out. If you want things to stop for good you must say red. Everything then comes to a halt. You won’t need to explain anything or apologise. You can go back to your own room then and we’ll forget this ever happened. No hard feelings and we go on with our normal arrangement until you leave. Do you understand?”

He offered up a silent prayer.

Please say yes! I don’t think I could bear it if you said no!

She nodded.

With relief in his voice he insisted, “Words please, Aly. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Aiden…um, Sir.” Her shy use of Sir made him smile, more pleased than he would ever let on. “Five minutes,” he reiterated softly.


Get your copy of Her Canadian Dream here. Also available from Amazon!


About the author:

I have always loved books and reading. As a child I was admonished on more than one occasion for reading at the table or under the bedclothes at night, by torchlight. Nothing stopped me though, and I would read anything and everything.
My first serious attempt at writing was a few short erotic stories for friends in a fan club. They were loosely based on a celebrity we all admired. Pure fantasy, but they were popular within our group. I later expanded one of these stories into a longer, almost book length story. Life then took over and it sat in a folder doing nothing until recently.
Following several sad events in my life, I found the folder and re-read the story. To occupy my mind I started to re-write some parts and then discarded it in favour of writing something entirely new.
Immersing myself in writing was very cathartic and before I knew it, I had a full length book on my hands.
With encouragement from my husband and some good friends, I finally took the plunge and submitted the book for publishing. No-one was more surprised than me when it was accepted.
There are now several characters in my head, waiting to be written about, but I will always have a soft spot for Alyssa and Aiden, and their journey, which continues, even now. Meanwhile, I keep listening to the others telling me their stories and writing whenever I get the chance.

My url is : mayraymond.wordpress.com

My email : mayraymond13@yahoo.com

New release special: Kayan's Mage by Jess Buffet

Hi all, 
Funny how all my friends seem to have new releases coming out in the same week. It sure makes my TBR-pile groan, and generous as I am, I'm sharing the joy with you. Here's another great read for you by the lovely Jess Buffet: 

The Kayan's Mage  Sawyer McLeod lost his family and his entire Guild, except his twin, seven years ago. Now almost twenty-one, he is coming to the age to receive his abilities as a Mage. Unfortunately there are others who will stop at nothing to see the brothers don’t survive that long.
When Jake Hunter, Kayan for a Clan of Wolf Shifters living in Australia, finally finds his true-mate, he doesn’t expect it to be in the midst of a brutal attack. Through omissions of truth, misunderstandings, and fear, Jake struggles to prove to Sawyer that he can trust him.
When Sawyer is finally willing to give Jake a chance, a ghost from the past returns to destroy everything they have built together. Will they be able to overcome the foe long thought gone, or will it be the end for the Kayan’s Mage?


STORY EXCERPT  “Come to the new club, you said. It’ll be fun, you said…I’m not really feelin’ it, Riley,” Sawyer McLeod muttered to his brother.One of these days he was really going to stop listening to that brother of his. Really, any day now. Shame he should have started yesterday.His twin, Riley, had always had a knack for getting them into one scrape or another, but to his credit not even Sawyer had seen this coming. The group of men who were currently backing them into a corner were twice their size and just as drunk, looking more than ready to start something. The fact that their so-called best friend, Elijah, was standing with the men and encouraging them was a real kicker as well.Sawyer was still reeling from seeing their former friend walk toward the group of men. He had thought the man had lost his mind, until Elijah had turned back, pointing his finger in their direction, and informed the men that they were the ones the group had been waiting for. Elijah had been the only friend they had, not having stayed too long in the one spot, and watching him betray them like that had felt like a knife in the gut to Sawyer. He had never had a reason not to trust the other man though. Even Elijah suggesting parking in this lot, which was situated further away from the club they were headed to, hadn’t set off any of his usual alarms. Jeez, I must be losing my touch.“Eli, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stop this. Please,” he pleaded, his voice shaking toward the end.“Why would I want to do that?” Elijah frowned. “Things are going exactly like they should.”“What things?”“You and your brother. You’re supposed to be dead, and now you will be.” Elijah made the claim as if Sawyer should have known that. “We can’t have your kind running around and multiplying.”An icy knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Your kind? Did he know what they were? How? They were always so careful. His heart sank as Elijah’s words truly registered. He was right, they should be dead, and the fact that Elijah knew that could only mean one thing. They had been found.Sweeping his gaze over the dimly lit lot in desperate hope of finding a way out, Sawyer noticed it was almost empty of cars. As the three large men at the front stepped forward, closing in on them, he became more aware than ever that there was no way anyone would hear a call for help from here. Even if they did, chances were it would be ignored. Life in the city.The sounds of gravel shuffling under his feet echoed through his ears as they were backed up against the metal fence. Sawyer’s heart was beating so loudly and frantically that he was surprised he could hear anything else. Risking a quick glance at his brother, he saw his own fear mirrored in Riley’s icy blue eyes. It amazed him, even at times like this, that their eyes were the only physical difference between them, Riley’s being blue, whereas Sawyer’s were green.Struggling to keep himself calm, at least on the outside, he tried to figure out a way of getting them past the three gigantors, then Elijah and the others. There was also another twenty metres to where their car had been parked. No problem, right?“Com’ere, blondie,” the middle man slurred, his body swaying as he spoke. Sawyer could smell the pungent scent of stale alcohol from where he stood and shivered in revulsion when the man’s eyes raked over him. Worse still was when the man cupped his crotch and licked his lips like they were some sort of delicious meal he couldn’t wait to dig into. God, he was going to be sick.Riley reached over and gripped Sawyer’s hand tight. He could feel the tremors running through his brother’s body, but he was hiding it well. While they may have had a slight advantage since neither he nor his brother was human, these men were big and outnumbered them. And if Elijah knew what Sawyer and Riley were, he also knew how old they were and that they wouldn’t have their abilities yet. Prime pickings.“Seems they think they’re too good for us, Bear,” the one to Bear’s left chuckled. He took a step forward, and Sawyer couldn’t contain the whimper of fear that passed his lips even as he stepped sideways to place himself in front of his twin.“Well now, Tiger, we’ll just have to change their minds. Won’t we, blondie?” sneered Bear.Really, Tiger and Bear! Who were these guys, the rejects from an L. Frank Baum novel? Sawyer was just waiting for the guy on the right to pipe up and announce to the class that his name was Lion. If they were shifters, maybe he’d get it.Wait, scrap that. Not even shifters would be that corny.From behind him, he heard Riley mutter, “Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.”A snigger slipped past Sawyer’s lips, clearly indicating that his self-preservation wasn’t kicking in. Both of them had always found the most inappropriate things amusing when they were scared, and unfortunately for them, Bear didn’t seem to appreciate their particular brand of humour. No one ever did.A fist collided with the side of his head, blindsiding him and knocking him to the ground. From where he fell, Sawyer shoved at Riley, moaning for him to run. Somewhere to his left he heard Riley scream his name, but there was nothing he could do but draw their attention, giving his brother a chance to escape as another hard kick landed in his stomach. That was going to leave a mark. Managing to regain his footing, Sawyer blocked the next hit, following it up with a right hook of his own. His fist collided with the man’s temple and the guy went down with a grunt. All those years they had spent on the street were paying off, and by the look on Elijah’s face, he hadn’t been prepared for that. A small sliver of satisfaction ran through Sawyer. The arsehole hadn’t expected on him fighting back, which meant he didn’t know Sawyer as well as he thought he did.“That’s right, bitch. This twink fights back,” he spat out.
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