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Winner!!! And a little teaser.....

First up... congratulations to Sherry who is the winner of my giveaway on the 'When Sparks Fly' blog hop. It was a great hop, with some brilliant books and  my TBR list is even longer than it was before (how did I survive before I got my kindle?!).

And because the heat is rising over here (yes, we have seen some sun!) I thought I'd share an excerpt from 'Surrender Your Soul'. If you met James in Riding High, well he's back, or at least he's on his way....

“What do you fantasise about Kez? Not two men?”She shook her head and looked at him like he was mad, but didn’t move. “No, I told you. I want one man,” she hesitated, “who I want so much I don’t need anyone else.” A blush of pink had edged its way along her cheekbones and she wasn’t a devil, she was more a fallen angel who had nothing to lose. “Even if it’s just for that moment.”“One man who will do everything you ask him to?”“No.” She licked her bottom lip nervously but her gaze didn’t waver from his. “I want him to take control.”“To do what he wants to you?” His balls were tingling, stirring with the kind of need he usually reserved for the dreams that crept up on him. Nightmares that turned him on and frightened him off.“No.” She swayed slightly. “I want someone who will do what he knows I want him to.”“A mind reader.”“You know what I want. I open my mind, you open yours.”“You want me to pin you down.” This wasn’t going the way it was supposed to. But he wasn’t sure he cared. He wanted her in a way he couldn’t remember wanting a woman in a long time, he wanted to please her. He wanted to fuck her. “Hold you down so you can’t say no.” His cock burned against his groin, he could feel the dampness of pre cum that made him want her more. “Hold your legs open as I explore you inside, and you can’t move, can’t stop the sensations.” Her throat gave a tremor as she swallowed, her lips gently parted, waiting. “You want to be turned on until you’re begging for me to fuck you, but I don’t.” She never moved as he stepped round her, stood behind her so that he could kiss her neck, shoulder, let the sweet smell of her sex grab at him even more. He nipped at the delicate skin with his teeth and she whimpered. He couldn’t stand much more of this, he really did need to push his way inside that soft body. “You want me to play with you, finger you inside until you want to clutch at me with your thighs, make yourself come, but I don’t let you. I hold your legs wide, force you to let it build, force your body to let go.”
“Just fucking do it.” She spun round, went up on tip toe, her body trembling with tension against his and reached up to kiss him. But he beat her to it. His mouth was crushing her soft lips, bruising, needing, as his teeth skated along the edge of her tongue. She pulled away, panting. “What do youwant, James?”

Bebe Balocca is back! (With tigers)

I'm excited to have Bebe Balocca here again today. Her latest book 'The Curse of the Tiger' is out now and she's agreed to let me interview one of her characters. So here is Faline Hopper!

Quick fire Character interview... 
Hi Faline, can you please introduce yourself, in a sentence! I inherited a free range tiger refuge from my dad, but unless I get some major financial help it's going to go belly up.
Perfect partner in 10 words or less?A powerful, fearless guy who's a Southern gentleman at heart.
Instant turn off in a woman/man?A lack of appreciation for nature.
Fav drink/food?Spring water most days, but every now and then I indulge in some fine whisky.
What you do to unwind?I like to kick back on my porch and look out over Kat's Crest Refuge. Canoeing on the river is great, too--the Colorado landscape is beautiful.
What winds you up?I get furious about animals being mistreated. It's something that I just can't tolerate.
Key thing in the first chapter for you?I meet this guy who wants to work at my refuge for free--what's up with that?
Where does the tiger fit in (10 words or less!)?An abused tiger escapes from a mean old lady's menagerie.
Hook me – why do I want to read the story and find out more about you?I'm willing to lay it all on the line to save Kat's Crest, but I have a terrible feeling that it might be the end of me.
Thanks for stopping by Faline (and Bebe), I'm intrigued!! So here's where you can find out more...
Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Curse-Tiger-ebook/dp/B00DJ9YSFC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1372194201&sr=1-1&keywords=curse+of+the+tiger
About Bebe:
I live in a teeny-tiny town in the southeastern United States, surrounded by rolling hills and lots of cows. My house is brimming with my rowdy sons, hot husband, and more pets than I can shake a stick at. When I close my eyes, though, I’m in a white stucco villa on the Mediterranean, sipping red wine and watching the turquoise waves crash at my feet. Next to my hot husband, naturally.
Bebe's site: http://bebebalocca.comBebe on Twitter: @BebeBaloccaBebe on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BebeBalocca?ref=hlBebe on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bebe-Balocca/e/B009CG9UAE/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

When Sparks Fly - Blog Hop and Giveaway!

The sparks tend to fly in all my books - so how could I resist this hop?

For a bit of summer loving, I've got you a hot Spaniard who is offering more than tapas....

Excerpt - 'Spice It Up'

Don’t –’ Too late. Her hair tumbled down and her whole body swayed towards him of its own accord. He slowly twirled a ringlet of her hair round his finger and she didn’t feel like she dare move; a tug, a gentle pull that sent a tingle through her scalp, all the way down between her thighs. She swallowed. ‘Maybe I …’ Should go, but she didn’t want to. His thumb brushed over her lips and they parted automatically so that she could taste his skin, run the tip of her tongue over the salty flesh. ‘I can’t, I shouldn’t, you’re bad news for me, you know.’

He ran the thumb up over her cheekbone. ‘Really?’

‘You’ve just given me a day to remember for all the wrong reasons.’

‘I could make it a day to remember for all the right reasons.’ His breath was warm against her neck. His fingers played in her hair, sending bad thoughts through her body.

‘No.’ It didn’t sound convincing even to her own ears. ‘Who was that woman?’

‘Later.’

His finger moved slowly across her lips and she caught the tip instinctively between her teeth, circled it with her tongue, her gaze locked with his.

‘Can I kiss you?’ There was something about the catch in his voice that seemed to tug her closer to him.
She might have nodded, or she might not, but he knew. The warmth of his palm was against her neck, his fingers at the nape and then threading through her hair, massaging gently until she couldn’t help but close the gap between them. She wanted him, needed him. His mouth was above hers; the tip of his tongue ran over her lips as his hand reached out for her waist and he eased her gently back until the cold of the wall hit her shoulders.....

If you enjoyed the excerpt, you can grab a copy at - Amazon (UK), Amazon (US), Xcite Books
or why not enter the giveaway? Leave a comment and I'll pick out one winner who will receive an e-copy of 'Spice It Up'.

Don't forget to visit all the **other spots on the blog hop** for more great prizes!

'Ultimate Gift' by Candy Knight

Thank you so much, Zara, for letting me visit today. I'm very excited to drop by on my first blog tour. I'm here to promote my début anthology, 'Ultimate Gift', a collection of six erotic short stories written to stimulate desire and satisfy one's hidden cravings.

I like to draw on my own sexual exploits for inspiration, I find reliving these adventures very sensual, which I'm told by other erotic authors is a good thing.

One of my stories is about having illicit sex in a situation where the couple might be caught or discovered. I know this is a popular turn on for a lot of people, including me. I remember being in deep thicket on a Surrey golf course when a wayward ball landed about four inches from our heads. We laid as still as corpses as the owner of said ball poked around in the shrub just feet away from us for a good ten minutes before leaving empty-handed which was very lucky for us as neither of us had a stitch on!

It was never my intention to write erotica, my plan was to write 'How To' books and I had a good deal of success. However, after the third one, I was bored and thought there had to be something more exciting to do but I didn't know what. Just a couple of days later I saw an advertisement for a course on writing erotic fiction and I booked it without hesitating.

I'm a firm believer in writing what you know and feel and the two things I know a great deal about are weight loss and sex, after all, I've been married three times! So, I self-published a couple of erotic stories and they have been very popular, so much so that I have included them in the my début anthology 'Ultimate Gift'.

I am currently working on the first book in a paranormal trilogy, 'Flight of Fancy'. The main character, Becky, is an astral planing voyeur. She uses the technique to satisfy her sexual desires and she becomes so accomplished that she is able to possess another person's body. She wreaks a terrible revenge after being betrayed by someone she trusts. I think it is very different and I hope the readers will enjoy its unorthodox approach.

Blurb
Ultimate Gift 

Elizabeth needs a stiff drink and a hug from her friend after spending six torturous hours in the car with David. On their arrival they meet two stunning guests; the smoking-hot porn star, Suzy, and the dark enigmatic Toby. As the evening progresses inhibitions relax and sexual tensions start to rise. Could this diversion be just what they need to spice up their humdrum marriage or will it go too far?

Dream Surfer
Layne has a passion for impromptu sex in the open air. Her sporting accident prevents her from joining her lover in the surf and he leaves her sunbathing on the secluded beach. As the sun beats down on her near-naked body, her mind starts to drift to the inevitable passion she will share with her lover when he returns cool from the sea to soothe the heat from her body.

Lapping It Up
Married for eighteen years, frustrated housewife Trudy lusts after the passion she once shared with her husband. Recognising that something drastic has to be done, she asks her best friend to help. At first Dawn is flabbergasted by Trudy's disclosure but agrees to work with her to plan a passionate evening that their husbands will not forget. Will they discover new appetites for their husbands or for each other?

Disciplining Jayne
Jayne fantasises about having sex with a stranger in uniform, just thinking about it makes her hot and wet. She arranges a birthday treat for herself, a night of passion to fulfil her dream. She gives very explicit instructions for the evening's entertainment. However, her handsome escort has other ideas.

Rumour Has It
The mysterious Kate meets her perfect man when she spills water over his impeccably polished shoes. Tim instantly falls for the striking red-head and spends the nights fulfilling her every need until an unexpected phone call reveals Kate's secret. Will the revelation rip them apart? Or will lust really overcome?

Unintentional Mistress
Bethany meets Max at a Christmas party and their mutual desire cannot be controlled. Events take an unexpected turn when Bethany discovers that she's the 'other women'. She knows that she should walk away, but can she bring herself to leave the sexually-charged Max? Or will she stay and have her heart torn apart?

Buy from - 'Ultimate Gift' can be purchased from the following retailers. Just click on the links:

Amazon UK Amazon US Barnes and Noble Diesel Kobo Smashwords

See below for a Smashwords promotion on Candy's book.

Excerpt - From the title story Ultimate Gift
Looking around the candle-lit table there was a deep feeling of intimacy between all the guests.

Guy proffered me a black shiny olive on a cocktail stick. I opened my mouth and hooking my tongue around it I plucked it off. He smiled seductively and stabbed another suggestively, this time a green one stuffed with bright red pepper. He held it to his lips and kissed it before popping it into my mouth. I had never perceived that anything so innocent could be so sexually electrifying.

Guy’s hand had moved a little further up my leg and was stroking it lightly. I was concerned that someone would notice but as I glanced around it was apparent that everyone was otherwise engaged, including Hilly.

I opened my legs wider to further accommodate Guy's warm and wandering fingers, thoughts of David and Suzie completely forgotten. The three large rum and cokes and the two glasses of wine that I had already consumed had the desired effect of making me feel very mellow indeed.

It was rather surreal, sitting and looking around the table watching people quietly chatting while having my leg tenderly fondled whilst Guy spoke to me in the lowest most intimate tone.

I decided to reciprocate the attention and moved my hand to the inside of his thigh, when I felt Toby's hand on my other leg. My stomach tingled with anticipation – two men were paying attention to my inner thighs in public. It felt an incredible turn on. I would like to have explored Toby's leg but I had only just moved my palm flat against Guys hard muscled thigh so it would have been crass not to continue.

Nevertheless, I moved towards Toby slightly and smiled seductively to show him that I was enjoying the attentiveness that he was bestowing upon me.

'So, you and Guy have known each other since Uni, you must have a lot in common to have remained friends for so long.' I breathed the words provocatively.

He smelt absolutely divine, clean citrus mixed with musk wafted from his warm skin. I had the most overwhelming urge to lick his face, right there in front of everyone in the room.

'Yes, indeed, we enjoy sharing exquisite things,' he paused looking into my eyes, 'Especially beautiful women.'

As he spoke he leaned towards me gently increasing the pressure on my thigh, his breath caressed my jaw bone brushing the soft skin of my throat making me quiver. His lips gently brushed the tip of my nose. I could have dragged him from the chair and fucked him right there. All the while Guy was still tenderly caressing my leg, as I was his.


About the Author
When Candy Knight gets home from work she cannot wait to start typing. Busy wife and mother she enjoys writing sensitive and erotic stories that will make women wet and men hard.

Further inspired by the positive comments and feedback received whilst attending an erotic/creative writing course she decided to continue to apply what she had learned. Striving to write what she refers to as 'decent filth', she is so driven to achieve her erotic writing passion that she has given up two days a week 'paid' work in order to follow her dream.

Candy is a firm believer in writing what she knows and feels and what she knows and feel is how to have great sex, after all, she's been married three times.

Candy's greatest pleasure is cycling on her road bike. Christened Giselle, they are the ultimate team. There's nothing as liberating as flying along with the wind rushing through your hair. It's the most amazing rush.

Candy's work is strictly for adults who want to unwind at the end of the day and get hard and wet. So pour a glass of wine and enjoy this writer's work.

For more information on Candy, click the links below:

Website: www.candyknight.com

Blog: www.candyknight.com/candys-blog/

Twitter: @candyknight69

Facebook: www.facebook.com/candy.knight.75*** Promotion ***
For the month July if you purchase a copy of 'Ultimate Gift' from Smashwords using promotional code HP44Z you'll received a 50% saving! Enter the promo code at the checkout.

New Release! 'His Seafaring Siren' by Lisa Adams

Blurb 
New couple Septimus and Mowriyah have accepted the grave task to embark on a rescue mission back to the Rome, the very place they once fled from. With lives at stake, both are prepared to fight the Roman guards if their plans are discovered, but fighting their emotions is another battle neither expected. 

When a past lover resurfaces, the couple is forced to examine their relationship while still trying to carry out their mission. But is their young love strong enough to survive the trials abroad and at sea?

Excerpt:
Septimus turned and saw Mowriyah gliding across the boat deck in a beautiful earth-toned gown. It was cut low on her chest and trimmed in a delicate stitching. She was a vision and his loins reacted to her without his consent. Cursing his manhood for acting on instinct, he tried to put on his angry face. 

Mowriyah slowed. She tilted her head ever so slightly, the wind catching her short, bobbed hair to blow it over her face, making her even more compelling. He watched as she gracefully lifted her hand and tucked the windblown hairs behind her ear. She was batting her eyes. Oh, no.

She walked within inches of him and grinned. "May I join you?" Her voice was low and seductive.

He felt the anger leave his body and was confounded that she had this type of power over him. He dropped his hardened expression. "Of course."

She shuffled closer to him and the rocking of the boat caused her breasts to rub against his arms. What was it about this woman that had him so spellbound?

"You are not still angry with me, are you?"

"No, I am not angry." He inhaled deeply. "I still do not want you to go though."

"I understand."

Septimus felt a wave of relief crash through his body. "So, you will stay? Really?"

She looked up at him and he could see her defiance in her eyes. "No. I am going with you. I said I understand how you feel."

The horror of his worst nightmares came barreling back to him. "Mowriyah, please." He turned to face her completely and then grabbed her forearms to pull her to his chest. "This will not be a safe trip. There will be times that we will have to split up, and I cannot protect you when I am not with you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Protect me? And exactly when have I needed your protection?" Her muscles tensed beneath his grip as she tried to slide away from him, but he tightened his hold. "Septimus, we have been here for three months and have been together every day and night, yet I feel you know little about me other than the taste of my skin."

"Do not be like that, Mowriyah," he pleaded.

"Besides, you know I am right. You have no idea what Leihla looks like, so how would you find her?"

"You could tell me, and I would find her."

"Tell you what? She is my height, has majestic black hair, and ocean blue eyes."

He felt her wiggle beneath his touch. He craved to hold her close to him. But how could he tell her how he felt? If he did, she would want a larger commitment, and he wasn't ready to take Decimus's route yet. There were too many young maidens in Caledonia.

"Septimus, let me go." He watched as her face contorted and showed signs of anger. The cute little "V" that formed at her eyebrows when she was furious was evident, and he could feel his manhood awaken with delight.

He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists and restrained them in his hands. Mowriyah's head flew up and he locked on to her glare. Her eyes were wide and he knew she was surprised.

Tugging her forward, he slammed her into his chest. Her breasts pressed against him and warmed the skin beneath his tunic. With his hands still gripping her tightly, he grinned, feeling her heartbeat speed up. Her mouth twitched at the corners and he watched as she tried to hide a smile by biting her lip.

Septimus licked his own lips instinctively. She squirmed, rubbing her breasts against his chest with every writhe. "What am I going to do with you?" he growled.

The smile escaped and her face lit up. "That's a good question. What will you do with me?" 

Giveaway!To win a copy of 'His Seafaring Siren' just leave a comment - don't forget to leave an email address, or Facebook/twitter details so that Lisa can contact you if you win.
Where to buy-
www.breathlesspress.com
Amazon
BookStrand
AllRomanceEbooks
BiographyLisa A. Adams writes from a little plot of country, tucked away in the North Carolina Sandhills. Having been an avid reader and a history major in college, writing historical fiction seemed to be the next step in her career. As a multi-published author, she has learned that completing mundane, everyday tasks can spark ideas for her next story. In fact, she was assisting in a science project for one of her children, when the idea for His Seafaring Siren came to her. When she’s not writing, Lisa can be found in her sewing room or watching The History Channel and jotting down notes for her next project. Hundreds of stories have been sketched out and are simply awaiting their place in line. Look for the next book in the “Caledonia’s Captives” series to be coming soon. 

When asked about her family, Lisa will be the first to tell you that they are the backbone of not only of her writing career, but anything she chooses to pursue as well. She has been married to her husband for ten years and has five wonderful children, a loveable mop dog, and two very spoiled cats.

You can connect with Lisa on twitter @LisaAdamsWriter or on her blog at http://pen-the-dream.blogspot.com

Walking the e-streets!

 Image courtesy of marin /FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Want to be a part of the Zara Street Team? 


Okay I'll admit it, until recently I hadn't a clue what a street team was. But, I just found out and I want one!!
Interested? Read on...
What's involved? Team members will get free review copies of my books as soon as they are available. All you need to do then is write up an honest review and post it on Goodreads, Amazon and/or any other sites you use. Post a link on twitter/Facebook - and that's it! No heavy promo involved, but of course if you want to spread the word in other ways you'd make me a very happy author.
How do I join? If you're subscribed to my newsletter then you'll automatically be given the opportunity to be part of the team. The newsletter also gives you all my latest news, sneak previews from the stories that haven't hit the stores yet, and exclusive giveaways and competitions.... and details of how to claim your free erotic story will be included with your first newsletter.
And if I want to join the team, but don't want to subscribe? No problem! Just email me at ZaraStoneley@gmail.com with 'Street Team' in the subject line, and include your name, email address, twitter and FB links. 
And if I change my mind? Again, no problem. I'd love you to stay and join in with the fun, but I quite understand if you find it's not for you! Just drop me an email and I will remove you from the list.
Any questions? Just drop me an email, or add a comment. 

Doris O'Connor on different genres, and wearing different hats!

So, what's the big deal about genre? 

I'm curious to see your answers on this. Really, I am. You see, as a reader my tastes vary, and what I read depends as much on my mood of the day, as it does on which one of my favourite authors has a new release, or which new author has caught my eye.I have a favourite genre of course. That would be BDSM, either contemporary or paranormal, but I will read literally anything, as long as it is Romance, and it has a good story. If you don’t hook me within the first few pages, chapters, I will not continue reading. My time is precious, and I will not waste it on a book that I don't enjoy. Now, to be fair, this doesn’t happen too often. I'm a fairly discerning judge of the blurb/excerpt, and I will not buy a book that doesn't appeal to me in some way. You won't find me naming and shaming books I didn't like either. That's not my style, and, after all it's all personal choice. Someone else will no doubt love a book I hate. That's just the way the cookie crumbles, to knick one of my favourite movie lines.*grins*Does it matter to me, if the author switches from contemporary to paranormal or sci-fi? From m/f to m/f/m, m/m, or even f/f? Nope it doesn't—not one little bit. Love is love and a good story is a good story in my opinion, and usually you can judge by the cover, blurb, category, genre, etc. what sort of a book you are going to get.Why then do so many authors adopt different pen names for different genres? I can fully understand a different pen name if you're writing YA, or children's books and Erotic Romance, for instance. You don't want your innocent young readers to stumble upon something that you have written with your adult hat on. Though, one could argue, in this day and age they are bound to find you anyway, but that's another issue.But if you're writing erotic anyway, do you need a different pen name for each genre? I ask, because I write both, contemporary and paranormal, and I write across several sub genres in that. I do not have a pen name. I couldn't cope with the different hats. I have enough to do trying to juggle all the usual plates of mother, wife, writer, friend, reader to name but a few. I can barely keep the names of my kids straight in my head, let alone add another name for myself and the whole creating a different persona, online presence that goes with that. I admire those that can and do. I know several writers who juggle several different personas and kudos to them. I could never do it.You see, I have a very unpredictable muse, and she has been known to change her mind halfway through a story as to whether this one is contemp or para. I've gotten used to her ADHD tendencies now. They used to do my head in when I first started writing.Personally, I think it keeps my writing fresh. I would bore myself if I didn't push into new directions and jiggled things up a bit and for the most part my readers seem to like it—I think—hope.*looks worried*Feel free to correct me if not. I promise to only cry quietly into my coffee cup.*smiles*Seriously though, I would love your thoughts on this. Opinions between authors seem to be divided. I sometimes wonder whether I'm the only one not writing under a pen name, for instance. I know I'm not. I can think of a few off the top of my head, but we do seem to be in the minority.It's probably one of those things that there is no right or wrong answer to. Each author will have to do what they deem right for them, their personal circumstances, and their readership.I seem to be doing okay with my approach so far…This month sees two new releases from me.The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin released May 3rd and is a contemporary erotic romance.Blurb: 
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?(For a hot excerpt click here.)Buy links:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-mfhttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.htmlhttp://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG
May 31st will see the release of Under Orders. This is a paranormal Romance On The Go Story (short stories designed to be read when you're in a hurry and still need your romance fix)
Blurb: 
Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.
Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.
Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?       ****Like I said, unpredictable muse. This story started as a flash on my blog and kept niggling until I expanded on it. In fact, it started off as a contemporary and then my hero announced he was in fact a vampire—a living, breathing, evolved vampire.Yeah, that got my attention too, especially as the heroine is the daughter of a slayer. Delicious conflict, right there.I leave you with a little excerpt from Under Orders. Don't forget to let me know what you think about authors writing in different genres. I'm giving away a copy of either book to one lucky commenter, winner's choice. I'll pick the winner on May 31st.
Excerpt:Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment. He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him.“I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.“I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.“Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.“I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table. The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.“Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.****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.STALKING LINKS:                                                                                   Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble
****Many thanks to Zara, for letting me ramble on today J

Gayl Taylor - 'Ride A Cock Horse', a 1st anniversary tour!

Thank you, Zara, for hosting me today! One year ago, my debut as a writer released with Breathless Press. The journey began however, much earlier. A story, inspired by an amusing title, gave birth to characters who, to this day, still talk to me.
You would think writing a story based on a nursery rhyme is simple. I mean, you have the 'plot' laid out in front of you right? That's not always the case. The one thing I knew was that my story would be contemporary and that I wanted to use as much of the nursery rhyme as I could. Here's how I broke it down:
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross to see a fine lady upon a white horse.From this line, Hunter's story grew. After leaving town a broken man, Hunter returns to win back his true love, Kate Banbury. Her ancestral roots grow deep in this town as you can see by her surname. And of course, she drives a white mustang. ;)With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music wherever she goes.  Both Hunter and Kate are musicians. When Hunter sees Kate after all these years, her glittering jewelry flashing as she emerges from her car. She still wears the delicate anklet with tiny bells Hunter gave her as a reminder of the beautiful music they make together.From that point, the story grew. It is about love, redemption, and forgiveness. Maybe one day, I will revisit Hunter and Kate to reveal where they are now.
Blurb:Musician Hunter Blake returns to Banbury Cross to win back his true love, Kate. Will they find a way to make beautiful music again?

Not even a cock horse could bring musician Hunter Blake back to Banbury Cross, yet here he stood, ten years after leaving, to make amends for his past behavior and win back his true love, Katherine Banbury. Their relationship was in perfect harmony until Hunter's excessive drinking tore them apart. Now sober, he's focused on doing whatever it takes to prove he's worthy of her love.

Kate spent the last ten years determined to forget Hunter. With a developer intent on turning her ancestral home into tract housing, Kate had her hands full. When Hunter returns, vivid memories of their passionate history stoke the flames of desire between them. Will Kate fight the attraction or will she open her heart to love once more?
Excerpt:"Ah, Kate, I've missed you so much."

He pulled her against him, dipped his head until his mouth found the sensitive area behind her ear, and kissed it. His erection pressed into the small of her back as he pulled her closer. With his left hand, he unfastened the clasp at her neck while the hand that held her moved lower until it found the soft flesh of her thigh. Slowly, he began to caress her, higher and higher, as the top of her dress fell to her waist and exposed her bare breasts. She should have protested, but it felt so good, so right. No one made her feel like this and, as hard as she tried to find someone else, it had always been Hunter's touch that made her body respond.

Kate leaned back so that her head rested on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she savored each caress as her body naturally responded to his touch. Wet heat pooled between her legs. She ached for him, wanted him to soothe her need and, just when she made up her mind to demand it, one long finger and then another parted her folds and slid inside her. She trembled with desire as his palm worked slowly against her clit while his fingers moved in and out with slow precision.

"You remember that time at Rocky's when you rode that mechanical bull? That was such a turn on; I was so hard watching you that night. Ride my hand, Kate, like you rode the bull." His voice, rough and laced with desire, rumbled against her ear.
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Gayl Taylor writes sensual, erotic romance. Currently published with Breathless Press.

Biography
A California native, Gayl Taylor spent much of her youth daydreaming and making up stories. Life in her imaginary world was full of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Temporarily distracted by real life, marriage, three kids, and the necessary paycheck; she found her way back to writing as a hobby and eventually pursued her dream of being a published author.

Although she still has her day job, at night Gayl writes sensual, erotic romance often finding inspiration in her experiences and surroundings. There are pieces of her in all the characters whose stories she tells.

Gayl lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her three sons and rock star cat. She is a firm believer in love and the power of romance.

When I am not knee-deep in writing, I can be found at the following places ~

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New release!! 'A French Affair' by Lucy Felthouse

A French Affair by Lucy Felthouse 
Sydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/*****
Excerpt:Sydney Tyler jumped so hard that her fingers slammed down onto the laptop’s keyboard and she typed a bunch of gobbledegook.Kashfkjsdhlfknsdlfvn sdlkch awoeduioh ahdwklc
Gasping, she clutched at her chest as her heart thumped rapidly and painfully. “What the fucking hell was that?” she said to the empty room.Pushing her chair back from the desk, she stepped over to the window. Peering out into the brilliant sunshine, she saw something on the lawn that she had absolutely not been expecting. Workmen.She groaned. So much for her peaceful writer’s retreat. She’d planned to get a good chunk of her novel down in the fortnight she was away, and now it looked as though her peace was going to be monumentally shattered by banging, drilling and God knows what else.Sighing, she gave the windowsill a pathetic thump in her frustration. She might have been pissed off, but she was no vandal. And besides, she didn’t want those noisy buggers in her part of the building fixing things—having them next door was bad enough.Sydney really could not believe her shitty luck. When she’d booked the cottage in the French village of Monthiers over the phone a couple of months ago, she’d dealt with a fellow Brit called Harry Bay, who she’d suspected was the owner. On arrival, though, a timid French woman had met her and let her into the luxurious barn conversion before handing over the keys and explaining a little bit about the local area. Apparently, in the mornings, someone came along the village streets, selling fresh bread and pastries.There wasn’t much else to tell, it seemed, as the village had nothing except a church—almost opposite her accommodation—and a tavern. It was also lacking—she’d quickly discovered—a mobile signal. Not even a single bar illuminated her screen. Her phone was now no more than a watch, alarm clock and calendar. If there was an emergency, she was screwed. But on a much lighter note, it was one less distraction. She could just get on with what she was here to do, blissfully undisturbed.The arrival of workmen was incredibly irritating. Her temporary landlord hadn’t mentioned there’d be anyone working next door. If he had, she wouldn’t have booked the place—the quiet and idyllic location were the whole reason for choosing this property, this area. Even though there was no way he could have known she was there to work, common courtesy would dictate that he told her. Perhaps he was just interested in taking her money and didn’t give a damn about whether she had a satisfactory stay or not. There was nothing to be done about it now, unfortunately. She’d paid for the fortnight, and she was buggered if she was going to cut and run, pissing that money down the drain. She’d just have to find a way around the disturbance, and console herself that she could leave a snarky write up on a review site when she got home.Finding out the builders’ working hours would be a good start—she could attempt to write around them then. Or perhaps she could make use of the headphones she’d stuffed into her case, without ever thinking they’d get used. Some loud rock music would drown out the din from next door and hopefully allow her to work. It was worth a try. She hoped they were only doing a small job that would only take a couple of days, but deep down she knew they weren’t. They were renovating the whole place so it was as beautiful as the half she was in.She was just about to go in search of the aforementioned headphones when one of the men pottering around on the lush back garden stepped away from the others. Standing in a shaft of sunlight, he pulled his arms high above his head and stretched, dragging up his t-shirt to reveal a lean stomach with a fine line of dark hair leading enticingly into the waistband of his jeans.Oh yum, she thought, perhaps having builders next door wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if they all looked like him. She continued to watch as the man dropped his arms to his sides and watched the others. His dark hair was overlong and stuck out at crazy angles, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. She couldn’t see the colour of his eyes from this distance, but she could make out enough detail of his features to see that he was handsome. Gorgeous, actually. Close up he could be much less attractive, but from her upstairs window, the view was pretty fine.Just then, he glanced across at her side of the long barn, which was divided into two holiday cottages. He caught sight of her standing there, and his face dropped. He looked back at the builders, then returned his gaze to her again. Pointing at the group of noisy men, he slapped his forehead with his other hand. Finally, he pointed at his chest, then up at her. He was indicating he wanted to come in. She paused, then nodded. Common sense told her she shouldn’t be letting a strange man into her temporary home, but then, there were several large, bulky men milling around, so if they were a dodgy sort, she and the locked door would have no chance against them, especially with no means of calling for assistance. She could scream, of course, but she doubted anyone would come. The walls of the building were extremely thick—though sadly, no match for banging and drilling—the nearest house was a little way down the road, and by day, the village was all but deserted. There was only one business that she knew of—the tavern—so the other inhabitants would have to go elsewhere to work. To nearby Chateau-Thierry, perhaps, or even further afield.She’d just have to hope that the handsome man—probably the head honcho of their group—was also a decent one. Presumably they were a reputable company, as they’d been hired by the British owners, who were usually more wary of cowboy builders, and given the horror stories and dedicated TV programmes back home, it was understandable.Before she got even halfway down the stairs, a knock came at the door. Okay, so he was polite enough to knock, that was good. She moved a little faster, careful not to trip in her flip flops and go hurtling downwards. Once she was safely on the ground floor, she twisted the key in the door and opened it.*****Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

New Release! 'The Last Time' by Elodie Parkes #Giveaway

Hi! I'm pleased to welcome Elodie Parkes here today, with news about her new release. Don't forget to check out the brilliant giveaway!



Thank you for inviting me to the blog for the release of The Last Time, my latest contemporary, erotic romance. Available May 1, 2013, from Eternal Press
Blurb
Actor Seth Carbery swears he will never fall in love again, that is until he meets private detective Bethany Snow.
Something strange is going on. Seth and other members of the movie cast and crew are receiving threatening letters, but no threat has ever been carried out... yet. Bethany Snow is sent on location by the Black Agency to investigate, and guard Seth Carbery against danger.
The case is not what it first seems and even when Bethany thinks it could be over, a new twist means she becomes a target.
Seth and Bethany find they can’t keep their hands off each other.
Who is sending the letters and why? Does Seth have a secret admirer or stalker?

With steamy romance, graphic love scenes, and a quirky story of what people do for love this erotic romance is for adults only.


Excerpt 18+  
Seth made a little sound of need. He felt he was in a fog of lust and sensation, surprised he was thick and hard again.

Bethany took as much of his length into her mouth as she could. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the shape of him. She moved her lips up his shaft and then nuzzled the velvet end of him.

Seth was beginning to thrust his hips and sigh. He felt Bethany’s hair spread out across his stomach. It felt soft and teasing. He reached to grasp a handful, as Bethany began to do the best thing he had ever felt with her mouth, her tongue, her hands cupping him, grasping him, until his entire body was sensitized, and then it all began to pool in the bottom of his stomach, and then lower. Between his thighs where she cupped him was pulsing with sensation, and he was moaning and thrusting.

Bethany sucked suddenly deeper, harder, and he was coming, moaning with the intense feeling. He heard himself groan. It lasted a long time and Bethany held him until he had finished. She was very gentle taking him out of her mouth. Seth moaned a little feeling a loss. Bethany kissed up his body and left a wet trail across his nipples, her own hardened peaks brushing his body.

Seth held her head and brought her face to his. He realized she must have swallowed his seed, and only a trace of the taste was on her lips as he tenderly kissed her.

She moved back just slightly to whisper against his lips.

“Seth, put your fingers in me. Feel how much I need you. I’ll come very quickly if you just let me move on them. You’re so delicious.”

Seth was enchanted by this. He hadn’t been with that many women, and none of them had talked like this, nor made love like this.

He kissed her again and tenderly pushed his fingers into her. Her gasp of pleasure and the way she began to move on him almost had him moaning again. He held her head and kissed her softly as she murmured against his lips, coming just as she had said very quickly. He left his fingers inside her, and then kissed her hard, holding her head with his hand tangled in her hair.


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About the Author
 Just a little about me to let your readers know who I am.

I live in rural England, United Kingdom and I work in an antiques shop as well as writing. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks. Love the countryside and the coast.

I write romance, contemporary, and erotic with a twist of mystery, suspense, or the paranormal, now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

I started writing when I was seventeen. Life intervened in my writing time and I stopped serious writing for some time. I started writing again seriously a couple of years ago, because I had so many stories in my head.

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