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New Release!! 'Dare' by Kacey Hammell

Dare By Kacey Hammell


Legal secretary, Olivia Warner enjoys being single and, aside from her closest gal pals, usually keeps to herself. But the night of her thirty-fourth birthday, she and her friends spend a fun-filled evening at a local bar where her friends dare her to approach a man, and spend the night with him. Olivia's not one to turn down a dare, especially from her old college pals. She only hopes the man in question is in for some good conversation, because that's all she'll give him. 
Darren “Dare” Shalvis has given up on women. He's tired of being chased for his money, good looks, and prowess in bed. He prefers to meet a woman who, for once, wants nothing more from him than mere conversation. If only the woman asking him to spend the night with her wasn’t his favorite legal secretary.
Accepting a dare has never been so tempting…
Available from:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dare-by-kacey-hammell/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009EIYD7U/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009EIYD7U&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B009EIYD7U/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B009EIYD7U&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dare-945700-149.htmlhttps://www.omnilit.com/product-dare-945700-149.htmlhttp://www.bookstrand.com/dare
Excerpt:

She gave a small laugh and lifted the glass for a drink.Dare watched her lips as she drank. He wondered what they’d taste like. It was something he’d considered many times lately.He was drawn to her, but unsure he’d ever act on it. Her whole demeanor said ‘hands off.’ And he wasn’t sure he was ready for the challenge.“Tell me about it.”“I’ll cut right to the chase.” As he turned on the stool, their knees brushed. Neither moved.He thought he saw her eyes lit up. Perhaps Ms. Warner wasn’t as immune as he thought.“My friends brought me here tonight for my birthday.”“Happy birthday.”She smiled. “Thank you. The jury’s still out whether it’s happy or not. My friends decided that as a present they’d get me a man.”  She blushed and reached for her drink.“Go on.” Intriguing.She set down her glass and continued, “They dared me. Dared me to find myself a man and spend the night with him.”Women…who understood them? He’d only ever participated in dares when he was younger. He didn’t think anyone took them seriously anymore.“And you need my help, how?” Dare’s heart rate accelerated. She wasn’t asking him to…She stared up at him, her gaze steady. “I need you to spend the night with me.”If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he wouldn’t have believed it. This night was the strangest he’d had in a long time. It was as if he’d been offered a million dollars on a silver platter.Of course, he wanted to spend the night with her. He’d fantasized about it many times. He just wasn’t clear on what exactlyshe was asking. He didn’t want any misunderstandings. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you to…” Dare cleared his throat. “…be with you?”“Oh! No, yes, I mean no. Dammit, I’ve screwed this up.”“Relax.” He put a hand on her knee. “It’s okay. Let’s try this—do you want me to have sex with you?”Olivia groaned. Dare love that sound, and heat filled his groin.“No. Not to have sex. God, this is mortifying.” Olivia placed her hand over his where it still rested on her knee. “Just to spend the night together—a movie, hang out, whatever—until eight a.m., when the dare is over.”Dare laughed. She talked so fast he could hardly keep up. He’d never seen her so animated before. He liked her flustered and breathless…a lot. He wondered if she looked and sounded like that during sex.He couldn’t go that route. Not now.“Okay, so let me get this straight. You want us to spend the night together—with no sex—until morning? All because of a dare? Why didn’t you just say no?”“I can’t. In college, the five of us made a pact—in blood, for God’s sake—that we’d always be friends and never back down from a dare. Trust me, right now, I wish I’d never made it.”He chuckled. “Yes, I can imagine how you feel.”“I’m so tired after the day we had. This was the last thing I needed tonight.”“Yeah, when I stopped by the office today you seemed a bit irritated.”She sighed and ran her fingers over his hand. Dare was surprised how comfortable it felt to have their knees and hands touch. He didn’t think Olivia was even aware she caressed his hands…or wreaked havoc on his libido. If her innocent touches could send him into overdrive, he wondered what would happen if she put all she had into it.“It was the day from hell. I just wanted to meet the girls for a few drinks, then head home to soak the day away.”Dare grit his teeth and tried not to think of Olivia in a bathtub—water floating around her body, relaxed, languid. The image could send him over the edge.“Well, you’re in luck. I’m your man for the night.”Olivia smiled and her eyes danced.  “Thank you. I really appreciate it. The last thing I wanted to do was have to pick up some random guy. I’m so glad you were here.” Pleased he could help her, Dare grinned. He realized he wanted to anything to put that carefree smile on her face.“So.” He took a sip of his beer. “What do you want to do?”She scowled. “Well, we could go back to my place. I have a spare room that you can crash in if you want.”Surprised, Dare took in her flushed face. “Are you sure?”She nodded. “Yeah. We don’t exactly have to stay up all night. It’s still spending the night together, right?”He chuckled. “Yeah, in a manner of speaking. Your friends weren’t specific.”A smug smile crossed Olivia’s face. “No they weren’t. Which is a testament to how much they thought this through. I would have made a list of do’s and don’ts.”They both laughed. Olivia had a naughty streak and he liked it. Liked it—and her—very much. A night with Olivia Warner wasn’t what he’d expected. Sure, he’d thought of her in his bed often, writhing and moaning with passion, but he never thought fantasy would become a reality. He couldn’t let the opportunity go.His buddies didn’t call him Dare for no reason. He could never resist a challenge.He placed both hands on her shoulders, drew her gaze from her glass, and put his cards on the table.“What if we have an agreement?”She frowned. “What do you mean?”“For us to spend the night together, we should have some ground rules.”“Ground rules?”“I will spend the night with you. More than eager to do so, except one thing.”“What’s that?
*****
The writer: Kacey is a multi-published erotic romance author who was encouraged to write by her beloved husband and quickly found herself writing fast and furiously. Not that she’ll ever tell him those three dreadful words that he longs to hear…”You were right.”  Kacey is a true romantic at heart.
The Wife and Mom: Born, raised and still living in her hometown in Ontario, Canada, Kacey found true love with her husband.  As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.


Readers can learn more about Kacey's books and contact her via …
http://kaceyhammellkreations.blogspot.com/http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002653925340http://twitter.com/#!/KaceyHammellhttp://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002BLQ3UMhttp://www.goodreads.com/kaceyhammell

Guest Post - Kay Jaybee 'Tied to the Kitchen Sink'

I'm thrilled to have Kay Jaybee here today - with an insight into her latest book (and a hot excerpt!). Welcome!
Thank you ever so much for inviting me here today to talk about my latest anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink!
BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.


One of the elements of writing erotica that I enjoy the most is to take random mundane things, such as hairbrushes, books, chairs, or cardboard boxes, and give them far more interesting uses than the one they were designed for. With the three short stories tucked within the e-pages of my anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, I had particular fun playing with this idea.
The use of a kitchen sink in the first (and title) story is far more interesting than just for washing up in! And in the final story, The Bad Poet,the implications hidden within a poorly written poem are played out over a small table and a bed that holds far more than sheets, pillows and a duvet!
It was with the middle story, Becky, which takes place in a very unusual office, where even the most minor mistake is punished by the BDSM obsessed boss and his secretary, Miss Harriet, that I had the most fun. Not only did I completely corrupt the use of blotting paper (no, I’m not going to tell you how!), but I totally rethought the type of items that might be found in an office stationery cupboard...
...It is an unusual cupboard. From floor to ceiling in height, it has an increased depth hidden behind its grey metal doors. The shelves that surrounded the walls are set well back so that at least two people could occupy the remaining space with the doors closed. On every shelf there was a collection of instruments; canes, whips, paddles, nipple clamps. There was all the necessary material to keep a correction freak going for years; ribbons, ropes, cuffs, chains, gags. The more you looked the more your heart froze and your eyes widened. Becky looked. Her face revealed nothing.Miss Harriet had silently come out of her office. Without a word she stood behind Becky and helped her off with her remaining clothes. She was so beautiful. I realised I hadn’t really looked at Becky properly before. I already wanted to touch; I began to imagine her beating my breasts with a short stick, before soothing them with her tongue.I came back to reality. Such feelings must not be displayed here. Becky was now just inside the cupboard doors, facing her audience. She seemed to shine. How had she got to this point so quickly? It had taken me many beatings before I had learnt to enjoy it, and even after nearly eighteen months I could never be so open about it. I still have the shame. Maybe I need it. Becky stared through us as she looked straight ahead. Miss Harriet had taken one of her slim wrists and was tying it to a conveniently placed hook on one of the shelves with a silk cord. Then the other wrist was secured, then the ankles, and finally, a thin silver collar was snapped securely around her neck, its long leather lead dangling provocatively between her breasts.Miss Harriet stepped out of the cupboard and looked to her boss for approval. He nodded. I could clearly see, when I dared to glance, that his dick was straining against his suit trousers. They shut the doors of the cupboard and we all heard Becky gasp. She had expected pain, arousal. They had given her nothing...

If you fancy discovering what that blotting paper was used for, just how awful my poetry can be, and exactly how the kitchen sink was misused, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink from:Amazon (UK)
Amazon (US) 
All Romance eBooks 
Barnes and Noble 
I-Tunes Store (iBooks) 

Many thanks again Zara for inviting me to your site today! Kay xx
       My pleasure Kay - thank you so much for stopping by! x
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She has also written the anthologies Tied to the Kitchen Sink and Equipment (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two(Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector(Austin & Macauley, 2008). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views).Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

New Release (and freebie)! Riding the Ether by K.D. Grace

The Lakeland Heatwave Paranormal Erotica Series by K D Grace


Book 1, Body Temperature and Rising is currently available for FREE on Amazon Kindle! Get yours now – offer ends 31st October. 



Amazon (UK)  or    Amazon (com) American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.
Read an excerpt here: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-i/*****
Book 2, Riding the Ether is available now!
Cassandra Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether.  Anderson is the sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.But sex is dangerous in a place like the Ether…When the treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.Cassandra must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?Read an excerpt here: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-2-riding-the-ether/Buy at - Amazon (UK) or Amazon (com) 

*****K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast route across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
Find K D Here:Website: http://kdgrace.co.uk/Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/kd_grace

Guest interview - Lucy Felthouse

I’m lucky enough to have Lucy Felthouse on the blog today – answering all my questions about ‘Finally Found’ which is in the Lover Unexpected anthology. I couldn’t resist asking a few extra questions which are just pure nosiness!



Book blurb – Girlfriends share lots of things, including their most sinful secrets. When those secrets involve love, lust and long denied desire, sparks are sure to fly. And sometimes, there is no denying the need for a woman’s touch. In this volume you’ll find seven delicious stories of sensual, daring women who open their hearts to discover love, fulfillment and satisfaction—closer than they expected.
Buy links – http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/lover-unexpected-sappho-edition/


 About the story
Q. If you had to sum up ‘Finally Found’ in 30 words or less what would you say?
It's a friends-to-lovers story with fun, humour and erotica thrown in – literally! The characters read an erotic anthology! J
Q. What/who inspired you to write it?
It was actually written specifically for the call for submissions from Evernight Publishing. They wanted lesbian friends-to-lovers stories, so I thought long and hard and came up with Finally Found. And I had fun writing in some of the places in London that I've been to.
Q. It’s a great title, where did it come from?
I have no idea. I'm pretty rubbish at titles, so I'm glad you like it!
Q. Where did you find inspiration for your characters? Are they a little bit you, people you know, or inspired from what you see/hear?
I tend to base many of my characters on actors and actresses. Check out my Pinterest board to see my character inspirations: http://pinterest.com/cw1985/finally-found/
Q. What do you most like about Natalia and Ashleigh? If you met them would you love them or would they drive you mad?
I like their senses of humour, and their happy-go-lucky attitude. They're good fun, and I think I'd love them if I met them. We could continue exploring London together!   Q. I know you always have lots of stories in the pipeline, any you’d like to mention? Yes – I have a new release coming tomorrow. It's my first gay story, and it's military erotica! It's a short story called Ditched and is published by Resplendence Publishing. Here's the link: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/ditched/
I also have quite a lot of other stuff in the pipeline. I just sold my first story to Ellora's Cave. It's called A Taste of London (yes, London again!) and is the first in a series which will then go to Paris, Rome and beyond... I also have quite a lot coming up in terms of other stories in anthologies.
I'm currently writing a novel, too. But that's a work in progress – but if I'm lucky that'll be published at some point, too!
And getting personal… Q. Where/when do you write?
Where: usually in my office directly on to my laptop. Occasionally I'll take a notebook into my bedroom or the garden and get some words down and type them up later. If I sit in the garden, though, my dog insists on sitting on my knee and 'helping' by trying to lick my face! NOT sexy.
Q. What part of writing do you enjoy most, coming up with the idea, planning, writing it or typing The End?!
Typing The End, I think. Especially at the moment – I'm writing my first novel and it feels so strange to keep writing and writing on the same story and characters. My current word count is around 27k and I keep thinking how many short stories I'd have finished in this time. Having said that, I'm enjoying writing it, so let's hope 'The End' isn't too far away and that a publisher will take the book. Fingers crossed!
Q. Sum yourself up in 30 words or less?!
I'm laid-back and don't tend to worry too much about things—unless they're really important things. I love writing, I love my job, I love my friends, family, etc...
Q. Do you spend much time reading? What’s your favourite bedtime/holiday read? Favourite author/genre?
I spend lots of time reading! I review books, too, so I've always got one on the go. I tend to alternate a dirty book with a clean book. I don't have a favourite bedtime or holiday read, I just keep reading whatever I was reading. I don't have a favourite author, either. I read so much and so widely that I just couldn't pick a single one. After erotic romance, I'm a sucker for paranormal. But just lately I've been getting into thrillers. I quite fancy writing a spy thriller one day, but with the sex left in!
Q. Coffee or tea (or wine!)?
None of the above. Unless it's fruit tea.
Q. Starter or dessert?Dessert. I have a sweet tooth.
Q. Favourite place in the world?The Peak District, followed closely by Paris.
Q. What would you be doing if time, money, age were no object?Everything!! I love to travel and explore new places and cultures. One of my lottery fantasies (there are lots, so I'll only mention one or we'll be here for weeks) is to rent a huge camper van in America and go exploring. I know so many writers over there that it'd be great to go and meet some of them, too.
I'd also be having a house built from scratch in the Peak District with lots of land and stunning views over the countryside. And it would have an enormous library and a swimming pool and sauna.
Q. Best bit of advice you’ve ever been given, and by whom?One of my tutors at University taught me that you have to learn to edit yourself. Even if you love a particular word, phrase or sentence, if it doesn't make the story better, you have to be prepared to remove it. Unfortunately, the tutor is no longer with us, but I try hard to make sure his teachings live on in my work.

Where can your readers find you? On my website, http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk. On Twitter, http://www.twitter.com/cw1985. On Facebook http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter. On Pinterest http://pinterest.com/cw1985. And finally, on my author newsletter, http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Bio -
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

Guest Post - 'Hot Vegas' by Harry Blue

I'm delighted to welcome Harry Blue to my blog today - talking about 'Hot Vegas' and Eastbourne!

   ‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.Hot Vegas is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and all other good eBook retailers.


Fifty Shades of EastbourneIt’s a strange feeling of notoriety, living in Eastbourne on the south coast which is renowned for its older population, while writing an erotic book. I won an internet competition a little while ago, £100 plus a commission to write an erotic novel, but it didn’t take me long to think of a theme, as well as the whole story. I am one of those lucky writers who can sit at the keyboard, with immediate inspiration so fingers are flying. Yes, only two index fingers at any one time, but, hey, it works for me. So as well as writing about sex, I decided to write about lottery winners. Part of my family’s tradition is to support Fulham, so it was inevitable that my hero would also follow the Whites. He would be young and sexy, virile, not necessarily married to our heroine, who would have a strong character as well as high sexual demands. They would win the lottery, not necessarily the major big money, but sufficient for them to have a holiday of a lifetime in Vegas, so when they returned they would still have a lot left over. The hero is a man who knows how to treat his partner properly, satisfying her sexual demands, finding her G spot without difficulty every time. He knows how to lick out a woman, so she gets so wet she almost drowns him. He knows what turns her on, making the session last for such a long time, she thinks she can’t possible take any more. But she does. Of course, his partner is sexually strong, knows what she wants, knows how to satisfy her man. One man, one woman, he is more than enough for her. She takes the initiative sometimes, making it very clear that she wants to be fucked. But she has to be careful if she goes out combat style, because no knickers means wet between her legs. Always a giveaway, so she has a dress sense that goes with her sex sense. When she wants sex, she has to have sex, sometimes it’s give it to me now, other times let’s have it long and slow. Hot Vegas is about how they have their holiday of a lifetime, but it’s not all easy for them. Our hero gets mistaken for an Australian mobster who plays in a group, but he also falls foul of the Mafia, so it’s just as well that the FBI are on hand to save the day. Blackjack is a game that both our main characters play, so it’s inevitable that they have the money to enter the biggest game that has ever been played off the famous Strip. Do they win? You’ll have to buy Hot Vegas to find out.And who am I? I am a grandfather of three lovely young ladies who have no idea that their granddad writes erotic novels. And they also have no idea that their nanny loves to read erotic novels, so she and granddad read the books together, making it last over quite a few nights, because nanny doesn’t like to rush things.There’s another book in the series to buy when you’ve finished Hot Vegas. The next one is called Hot Hits, which is about a sexy 21 year old single hunk whose parents own a seaside b&b. He makes the worst mistake possible. He walks in on a single lady, twice his age, as she comes out of the shower. The first chapter is all sex, sex, and more sex. But another main character is a sexy lady who is also a contract killer.The third book in the series is Hot MILF. I don’t think I need to explain more, do you?Enjoy Hot Vegas. I know I did when I wrote it.
About I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels. I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com

Freefalling - Launch Day!!!

As you might have guessed I'm excited about my new erotic romance novella that is available from...today!

I love these characters. Hayley is a go-getting independent woman who is determined to do what ever it takes to succeed at her career - even resist temptation. But that's before she realises that temptation comes in the form of Tom, a successful guy who is captured perfectly on the cover.

Tom is a rock-climbing, freefalling executive who knows exactly what he wants. Resisting that smouldering gaze and toned body is hard enough, but when he's a guy who can make you laugh and cry as well...

So here's an excerpt to tempt you, and don't forget it's free on  Amazon (UK) and Amazon (US) until Sunday :-)




He was in a suit, which, if anything, was sexier than the jeans he’d worn to the exhibition. It made him look smooth, sleek, and dangerous, which wasn’t what Hayley wanted at all. She wanted boring and ordinary. Grey.‘I’m glad you changed your mind.’ He grinned in a boyish way that made her want to wrap her arms round him, and bury her head in his chest and … Bugger.‘I haven’t changed my mind.’ She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips and tried to avoid his eyes, which meant staring at his broad chest, and down to his hard, lean thighs, and big, warm hands. Boy, they’d been warm; she could still feel the heat he’d generated in her as he’d stroked his way over every inch. Stop it; she had to stop it. ‘I, we, I need to talk to you about the paintings.’ She paused as Maisie, one of the assistants at the gallery, carefully unwrapped a plate of sandwiches. Waited the lifetime it took to slowly peel the clingfilm off, to painstakingly straighten the individual triangles. They were sandwiches, for God’s sake. It didn’t matter. ‘If you still want me to do them, that is.’‘Talk away, then.’ He sat down, smiled a brief thank you at Maisie and ignored the makeshift lunch. He was making her nervous the way he was just sitting, staring at her in that curious searching way he had. Bloody nervous. And hot. All over.‘I wish you’d stop looking at me.’ He grinned. ‘You’re putting me off.’‘I know.’ The grin broadened, reaching his eyes until they crinkled slightly at the corners. ‘You’re gorgeous when you get agitated, you know.’‘Bugger.’ Bugger, bugger, bugger. So much for being calm and professional. Concentrate. Talk business. This was business, and all she had to do was keep it that way. Talk. And stop looking at him, do not look at him.She picked up one of the sandwiches and studied it, peeled a corner up. ‘Cress? Do people still put cress on sandwiches? Look I’m sorry, but it’s just I can’t …’ The words froze as he leant forward, pulled the sandwich from her fingers, and dropped it back onto the platter.

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi all, hope you're having a great Sunday.

I decided to do something a bit different this week. Just for fun I went to the sixth paragraph on page 66 of Forfeit, and these are the six sentences I found. Hope you enjoy them.


The stroke of his hand over her hair was comforting, warm, possessive, and she could feel herself melting further into him in a way she didn’t think was possible, then gradually the sweeps lengthened as strong fingers twirled her hair so that she could feel it feathering against her back. She gave an involuntary shiver, not wanting to move, to say anything that might stop the sensual pleasure. She could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. ‘I love the way your body responds to me.’ His soft voice stirred feelings deep in her stomach, a voice thick with promise and seduction. The warmth of his hand travelled down her back in smooth, steady strokes, cupping her bottom and then moving back to her shoulder, smoothing down her sides, making her tense as it hit her sensitive waist.
Don't forget to check out all the other great excerpts, you can find the links at www.sixsunday.com  or follow the hashtag #sixsunday on twitter.

Naughty dreams?

I missed Six Sentence Sunday this week so I thought I'd post a little teaser. The rest of this story should be available in the very near future, but right now I can't say more! Hope you enjoy this excerpt - if you do pop back this time next week when I should be able to spill the beans!



The warmth of his hand spiralled through her body, sending a buzz of expectancy to every nerve ending as she held her breath, not daring to move, not daring to murmur; just letting the sensual strokes from hip to knee stir the want deep inside her.Hayley Tring loved this moment between sleep and wakefulness, when the dream was real, when she could feel it, savour it, her whole body floating effortlessly along poised on the edge of orgasm. When sensuality took over from the harsh reality of urgency and want, and time seemed to be suspended.A sigh escaped her body and she shifted her hips slightly, anticipating the heat of his hand drifting up between her thighs, of his knowing fingers …‘Hey, sleeping beauty, I knew you’d wake eventually.’Shit. Every iota of dreamy want shot straight from her body as she went from slumber to wide awake. That “eyes-wide-open” kind of wide awake. And all she could see was a broad chest with a sprinkle of damp, curly hairs. A broad chest that smelled of male, of sweat, of sex; a broad chest that she was close enough to taste. All she had to do was open her mouth, reach out with the tip of her tongue …

New Release! - Corporate Spy by Casey Sheridan

Corporate Spy by Casey Sheridan

Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.
Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission accomplished?
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   Excerpt:
When Aimee stepped inside the room, her foot kicked a stack of frames leaning against the wall. She closed the door behind her, and crouched down to get a better look; that’s when she noticed the large black digital camera on the floor next to the frames.Each frame contained a black and white photograph: a Dodge Viper with a leggy brunette, a young man sitting on a Ducati motorcycle, a woman holding an umbrella and giving the photographer a coy look over her shoulder, and a tumble-down stone cottage standing in the middle of a desert.Nice work, she thought. Too bad she didn’t have time to look through the rest of them. The time on the nightstand clock told her she’d better get straight to work.Aimee quickly made her way over to the desk and shuffled through the papers scribbled with notes on photo shoots and web design. She sifted through folders with more notes and drawings of photography ideas that lay around the computers. Clearly, he got into photography when he wasn’t out riding his bike.She then rifled through a box with numerous flash drives. Not one of them was the drive she needed. She had to find the right one.She glanced at the clock. Only twenty minutes left. Twenty minutes before he would be back. Twenty minutes to look for a gold flash drive that could be hidden anywhere. She rummaged through the desk drawers, moving pens, pencils, and markers. She checked inside the box of staples; opened envelopes and looked through their contents. She even dumped out a box of paperclips, hoping the drive would be hidden among them. Then she checked the underside and back of the drawers for any secret compartments.Fifteen minutes left.Her shoulders slumped as she slid the last drawer back into place, and then she turned to scan the room.“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. Where could it be?A faint noise caught her attention, and she tilted her head to one side, trying to catch every sound, but she heard nothing other than the ticking of the clock.Aimee knelt on the floor and looked under the bed, hoping there would be a lockbox or something that held the drive inside, but there was nothing. That’s when she heard it–the unmistakable clatter of keys as they landed on a table. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat.He’s back early!As she knelt next to the bed, she could hear him whistling as he came closer to the bedroom. Her gaze darted frantically around the room. She had to find a place to hide. But where? She jumped up, rolled across the mattress, and scooted into the closet just moments before the bedroom door swung open.
*****Casey Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and  she loved writing it so much she never stopped. Her erotica and erotic romance has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.She loves to read and write, could spend all day in a book story, art museum, or chocolate shop. She also enjoys music, watching movies, and spending time with those she loves.You can find her on the Web at:Website: http://www.Casey-Sheridan.comBlog: http://CaseySheridan.wordpress.comFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/CaseySheridanAuthorTwitter: http://twitter.com/CaseSheridan

Six Sentence Sunday - 'Riding High'

I hope you're having a great Sunday. Here's a little teaser from my new erotic romance 'Riding High' (coming soon), enjoy!




She briefly rested her forehead against the hard saddle and breathed in the familiar, comforting smell of warm horse and leather. She’d half expected this, well more than half expected. But not him, not in a million years had she expected someone like him. 

It was supposed to be a sweaty middle aged pompous fool she could hate. Not a man she could still smell warm on her skin.

Whoever was watching over her sure had a warped sense of humour, sending a sex god to shag her senseless one day and strip the rest of her assets the next. 


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