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January 7, 2015
#BlogTour Unhidden—Book 1The Gatekeeper Chronicles by Dina M. Given @DinaGivenAuthor
Title: Unhidden (The Gatekeeper Chronicles, Book #1)Author: Dina M GivenGenre: Adult Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, HorrorRelease Date: Dec. 29, 2014Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:
It’s not always easy to differentiate between the good guys and the bad guys, especially when a trained killer may be falling in love with her evil hunter…Emma Hayes, a former military Special Forces Operative turned mercenary-for-hire, finds her tightly controlled world turned upside down when she becomes the target of attacks by powerful supernatural creatures.
Emma must use every skill in her arsenal to stay alive as she tries to solve the mystery of why she has been targeted. Her list of enemies keeps growing - from Zane Shayde, an evil Mage, to a secret branch of the US government - and she doesn't know if there is anyone left she can trust.
To complicate matters further, Emma is inexplicably drawn to Zane in a way she does not quite understand, even knowing her life is forfeit if captured. Who is he and why does he have this effect on her? How can she fight someone who calls to her, body and soul?
Emma is left haunted by questions, doubts and fears as to why she has been targeted, when they will come for her next, and how she will possibly survive against an enemy she doesn't understand.
Author Bio:
Dina Given lives in rural New Jersey – home of farms, horses and the largest hot air balloon festival in North America – with her husband, two crazy kids, and one rescue dog. She is an exercise enthusiast and avid lover of food and wine (hence the need to exercise). Dina also works full time for one of the largest healthcare companies in the world. She attributes her ability to juggle family, work and writing to her obsessive, hyper-focused, Type A personality. Author Links:
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Excerpt:
Claws, teeth, and a slavering black tongue rose over me as I lay prone on the floor. It could have easily ripped my throat out or killed me in a dozen hideous ways. It seemed to realize this, too. Its jaw cracked and popped, unhinging so wide it could make a meal of my head in one bite. Hot, putrid saliva dripped onto my face, leaking into my open wound and searing it like acid. I hissed at the sensation and turned away; however, I couldn’t escape its fetid breath.
It leaned in, eager and hungry, while I was frozen. I would meet death in the jaws of an inhuman beast. It would drink my blood, feast on my organs, and gnaw on my bones for dessert.
Darko’s hoarse voice called from down the hall. “Don’t kill her! We need her.”
The thing paused and let out a high-pitched wail of anger at being deprived of its dinner. The sound shattered my fear.
I threw up a knee, violently slamming it in the creature’s crotch. Thankfully, it was humanoid enough, that it had the same effect as any other male. He howled and rolled off me into the fetal position. I immediately scrambled backward, sliding along the marble floor. My left arm, screaming in pain, remained limp at my side.
With my right arm, I reached over my head to grab the gun. As my fingers wrapped around the grip, the familiar feeling was like coming home again.
I pointed the Glock down the length of my body, and without a moment’s hesitation, I pulled the trigger in three quick, precise squeezes. The head of the creature I had nut-cracked exploded in a spray of blood and gore.
Shifting the gun’s sight, I found the second creature barreling down the hall toward me. The first three shots hit him square in the chest, yet he hardly slowed. I lifted the gun slightly, took a deep breath and held it, then squeezed the trigger, putting a round straight through its eye and into its brain. That time, it stumbled yet still kept coming. I put four more rounds into its head, not missing a shot, before it finally crashed to the floor only inches shy of my feet.
Darko merely stood there, a sly, half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth while I unsteadily got to my feet, pushing myself up with my gun hand. Despite the fact that Darko carried no weapon I could see, for a moment, I considered shooting him. He had set me up, kidnapped an innocent girl, and commanded those creatures. Even though he had stopped them from killing me, I was sure he wouldn’t hesitate if he got what he wanted from me.
With him only a few yards away, I had a clear shot. I pointed my weapon at him, and for the first time today, he reacted. The blood drained from his face, his eyes darting around, seeking escape. He quickly came to the same conclusion I had—there was no escape for him.
My finger tightened on the trigger, but before I could get off the shot, a monstrous animal bounded from the shadows behind him. It leapt past Darko, springing at me on all fours. It was the size of a bear with dry, scaly skin, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Two tusks extended from the roof of its mouth, past its jaw. It bellowed like a foghorn as it charged me.
January 4, 2015
#medievalmonday2015 The Devil Take You #historical #romance Scotland 1307
Medieval Monday The Devil Take You by H K Carlton
Blurb:
I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun... Scotland - 1307 - During the Scottish Wars of Independence
Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?
Excerpt:
Braelynn ran as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. They could very well be this time. She ran while she prayed. “Please God, if ya get me outta this one last scrape I promise I will ne’er pass another message ta the rebels again.”
She should have learned her lesson from the last two outings, almost captured both times. This would be her last, one way or another.
She’d been pursued many times throughout the years and always managed escape. But things were getting much too dangerous. These were not English soldiers on her heels this time. She knew not who hunted her but the steady beating of hooves bore down on her. Brae ran for the caves to lose them there, just as she’d done the day she glimpsed William Wallace two years past, days before his capture. She remembered begging and pleading with the vicar to allow her to accompany him that day. He said it was too dangerous and he himself would carry the message to the rebels; but when he’d let slip that William might possibly be at the meeting place, she threatened to follow after him if he did not simply acquiesce and allow her this.
She’d not spoken to Wallace, only gaped at him from afar. This great man dedicated as she to her country’s freedom. He had not been what she expected. From the tales people told, he was an impressive ten feet tall and indestructible. He was not ten feet tall, she’d found out that day. He looked to be just a normal man. And to her sadness he had not been indestructible. His capture and subsequent execution threw the country and her own little shire into further turmoil.
Brae rounded the burm and with an additional burst of speed made for the bluff, fistfuls of her skirt bunched in her hands to keep her legs free. But before she reached the crags, more horsemen appeared on the cliffs. The lass skidded to a halt, caught between the two. The men behind her rounded the burm. She turned, the men on the cliffs were retreating. She realized that perhaps the horsemen in chase were not after her at all.
Brae had to make a decision and fast. She chose to follow her first instinct and hide in the caves, using the darkness and the tunnels to escape as she’d done in the past.
The young woman scurried over the rocks and under the overhang, sliding through the arch that water and wind had eroded over time. Brae launched herself into the mouth of the first large cave she came to. Hiding in the dark she inhaled deeply, drawing breath after breath into her burning lungs. She listened and waited as her breathing slowly returned to some semblance of normalcy. Brae lifted her skirt and picked her way through the empty tunnels, confident now that she had safely lost her pursuers. Relief flooded her. She let out one last breath and lowered her guard.
In the next instance she found herself thrown against the slimy rocks as a stranger’s filthy hand covered her mouth. Brae squirmed and screamed into his smelly palm.
Brae faced Marschand, unable to look away. He looked furious. His jaw ticked as he hunted her, yet again. She assumed his anger was about the map and the other documents.
He bent and pulled a dirk from his boot right before he reached her. She’d been on the wrong end of that blade already.
“Please. I didna see anathin’.” She backed up.
Marsch was on her in an instant pulling at her skirt. His lightening speed caught her off guard. She fought him. Grainger had warned her. Leashed violence, he’d said.
He subdued her easily. His dirk in one hand, Marschand used the other to loose his leather belt.
“Please,” she cried. “I didna…”
“Stop fightin’ me!” he growled.
Baring her legs, he pulled the leather around her thigh yanking it tight.
“Wha’ are ya doin’?” she asked, frightened not only by his anger but his actions.
“Ya willna go another minute wit’oot bein’ armed. I canna be wit’ ya all the time.” He panted with exertion and ire. “I am tired o’ tryin’ ta keep ya safe. Ya are jus’ too temptin’ ta all ’twould seem.”
His intense black eyes devoured her. She could not seem to breathe properly with him so near. He was an incredible looking man, she realized, so different from Callum in every way. Even in her fear, she wanted to reach out and touch the unruly black hair that brushed his collar, itching to touch his beard and feel for herself if it was rough or soft.
He cut off the excess leather and slid the cool blade of the dirk between the leather and her flesh.
Suddenly she looked at him as his words and his enunciation sunk in. His breathing was harsh, his lips snarled, his teeth bared. It finally dawned on her. Was that what she had been detecting? Her heart started to pound painfully in her chest. She grabbed his chin forgetting her fear for the moment. His black eyes shot to hers in shock of being touched.
“Be ye Scot, then?”
He visibly blanched, from the allegation or her touch she was not sure. “Nay.
Snagging her wrist he removed her hand from his jaw and moved to get up when he stopped, noticing the redness on the opposite thigh. He pushed her skirt higher baring the gash.
“Ah, Christ!” His eyes shot to her again. “Is tha’ from me?” he asked looking appalled. He did not wait for her answer. “Good God! Of course ’tis.” He seethed at the awful looking cut. She also stared at the mean looking crimson that radiated and spread across her white skin.
“Who did ya have tend it? The butcher?”
“Ya see, when ya are conflicted or upset, ya drop yer disguise. Ya are no’ wha’ ya pretend ta be.”
“Whom did you have tend this?” he asked succinctly, carefully, in flawlessly refined English.
“I tended it meself.”
He looked horrified.
“There was na one at home. I couldna control the bleedin’. I had na choice,” she confessed. “’Tis festered? Aye?”
“Aye. No wonder you are so warm. Why you shivered all night long. You are fevered.” He placed his cool palm to her forehead. Brae was shocked by his gentleness. It belied the power and tension radiating from every ounce of his being.
Her eyes fluttered at the pleasure of the simple touch.
He removed his palm and circled a finger lightly around the perimeter of the redness on her thigh. The sensation made her skin feel strange.
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January 1, 2015
Evernight's Holiday Hangover Hop GRAND PRIZE iPad mini @evernightpub #Giveaway #Contest
Evernight's Holiday Hangover Hop (Jan 1 - 4)
Happy New Year from Evernight!
Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!
Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.
So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover...
According to the Mayo Clinic (online) the symptoms of a hangover are: Fatigue and weakness, thirst, headaches and muscle aches, nausea, vomiting or stomach pain, poor or decreased sleep, increased sensitivity to light and sound, dizziness or a sense of the room spinning, shakiness, decreased ability to concentrate, mood disturbances, such as depression, anxiety and irritability and confusion.
This could be me on any given day, no alcohol needed. LOL!
As for remedies, they suggest:
Fluids, such as, water and fruit juice. I usually crave something fizzy like ginger ale.
Have a snack. Their suggestions are bland foods, toast or soup. I usually want something terribly greasy, like bacon, eggs or french fries. After I'm feeling better, of course.
Pain killers. I usually do that one before I go to bed as a preventative. (doesn't always work though) Depends what I've been over imbibing on.
Go back to bed.
All common sense.
I know others use concoctions of some kind, like Bloody Marys. Or coconut milk, Gatorade or Vitamin Water. You've heard them all, right? Eat a banana or an apple. Bread or crackers.
And as I was doing a quick little research, I found one I hadn't heard of. A Wasabi or mustard bath. It takes the toxins out of the body apparently. Who knew.
There's an entire Pinterest page dedicated to hang over cures. Check it out if you're in need.
And last, my favourite option. Have another drink. Cheers All!
Here's a little sneak peek to my upcoming release and first collaboration with Evernight, entitled Next Weekend, coming out in January. It's about a couple going through a divorce but the wife, who initiated the proceedings, is more attracted to her husband after the fact than she was while they were married. Whaaaat??!!?? :D And then there's the (very mild burgeoning) D/s element. Hope you'll check it out.
(here's the unedited blurb)
Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce.
Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.
The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.
Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.
Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?
Also watch for my second release with Evernight, coming in February 2015, Memories of Us
Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):
My question to you, since we're all book lovers, Name your favourite book of 2014. I know for some of us that's a hard one. If you can't narrow it down, how about sharing your fav book of all time. I'll share mine with you, Jane Eyre. I know, shocker right! LOL
As for my giveaway, I'll be sending my winner a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Certificate.
Hope you had a fantastic New Year's Eve. Hope you didn't do anything I wouldn't do.
I'd like to wish you all a safe, prosperous &
Happy New Year
Your Holiday Hangover continues here:
Happy New Year from Evernight!
Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!
Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.
So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover...
According to the Mayo Clinic (online) the symptoms of a hangover are: Fatigue and weakness, thirst, headaches and muscle aches, nausea, vomiting or stomach pain, poor or decreased sleep, increased sensitivity to light and sound, dizziness or a sense of the room spinning, shakiness, decreased ability to concentrate, mood disturbances, such as depression, anxiety and irritability and confusion.
This could be me on any given day, no alcohol needed. LOL!
As for remedies, they suggest:
Fluids, such as, water and fruit juice. I usually crave something fizzy like ginger ale.
Have a snack. Their suggestions are bland foods, toast or soup. I usually want something terribly greasy, like bacon, eggs or french fries. After I'm feeling better, of course.
Pain killers. I usually do that one before I go to bed as a preventative. (doesn't always work though) Depends what I've been over imbibing on.
Go back to bed.
All common sense.
I know others use concoctions of some kind, like Bloody Marys. Or coconut milk, Gatorade or Vitamin Water. You've heard them all, right? Eat a banana or an apple. Bread or crackers.
And as I was doing a quick little research, I found one I hadn't heard of. A Wasabi or mustard bath. It takes the toxins out of the body apparently. Who knew.
There's an entire Pinterest page dedicated to hang over cures. Check it out if you're in need.
And last, my favourite option. Have another drink. Cheers All!
Here's a little sneak peek to my upcoming release and first collaboration with Evernight, entitled Next Weekend, coming out in January. It's about a couple going through a divorce but the wife, who initiated the proceedings, is more attracted to her husband after the fact than she was while they were married. Whaaaat??!!?? :D And then there's the (very mild burgeoning) D/s element. Hope you'll check it out.(here's the unedited blurb)
Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce. Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.
The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.
Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.
Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?
Also watch for my second release with Evernight, coming in February 2015, Memories of Us
Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):
My question to you, since we're all book lovers, Name your favourite book of 2014. I know for some of us that's a hard one. If you can't narrow it down, how about sharing your fav book of all time. I'll share mine with you, Jane Eyre. I know, shocker right! LOL
As for my giveaway, I'll be sending my winner a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Certificate.
Hope you had a fantastic New Year's Eve. Hope you didn't do anything I wouldn't do.
I'd like to wish you all a safe, prosperous &
Happy New Year
Your Holiday Hangover continues here:
December 29, 2014
Week 17 #MasturbationMonday Teetering on the edge #erotic #excerpt
Masturbation Monday Week 17
The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.
This is Kayla's New Year's gif. LOL! What can we come up with this week? Let's see if we can get this party rockin'.
I sat in front of the large round mirror in our bedroom, putting the last finishing touches on my face. "How's that for smoky eyes?" I admired my own handy work. I wanted something dramatic to go along with the dress I'd splurged on for the New Year's party.
"You done in the shower, babe?" Jason, sauntered into the room.
"Yep, go 'head."
Our gazes connected in the mirror. His focus shifted lower. "Well hello," he said in a low voice.
Immediately, my nipples hardened at his attention. I'd set my dress on the bed, I'd planned to put it on at the last minute. The only thing I had on so far were the black sheer lace panties I'd slipped into after my shower.
Slowly, he approached from behind. I sat up a little straighter, anticipating his touch. He didn't disappoint. Reaching around me, he cupped my full breasts and squeezed, molding and shaping them.
"Mmm, your hands are so warm."
He dipped his head and lightly sucked that ultra sensitive spot near my collarbone, then he opened his palms and circled my tingling nipples. A delectable shockwave shot straight to my pussy.
The tension drained right out me. I let my head fall back against his chest and just let him work his magic. He stepped closer, pressing his lengthening hard-on against my back.
I slid my hand downward and stroked my pussy through my panties, heightening my arousal.
"What ya doin' there?" he asked.
"Just helping things along," I murmured.
"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" he rasped, skimming his lips up my neck, sending a titillating wave of goosebumps over my quickly heating skin. "We could stay here and celebrate just the two us."
"We don't have to stay long. But I would like to show you off." I enjoyed walking into a room full of people with him at my side. I smiled slightly, meeting his gaze once more in the glass, before fixating on his hands moving over my breasts.
"Show me off or that excessively expensive dress."
"You, of course," I pouted.
"You know I could drag you back in the shower, we could soap these beautiful babies up, and I could make you come, without even touching you anywhere else." He stroked my tits to hard aching points, dragging a groan from me. "You know how you like that. I can make you burn, baby." He was already doing a good job of it. Just his words made my pussy feel heavy.
I bit my lip, considering the delightful proposition.
"No?" I guess I took too long to answer for his liking.
He gave me one of those lopsided cocky grins that made me want to kiss him and slap him all at the same time. "Well, then, that's an excellent reason to stop this right here."
"No..." I complained, arching into his hands. "We can be late."
He eased his hands away from my breasts, skimming them up and over each shoulder, dragging them down my arms.
Before I knew it he'd gathered my wrists behind me. He snatched his necktie off the top of my dresser with a snap and he began to tie my wrists snuggly to the back of the chair.
"Jason! What are you doing?"
"Call it my little insurance policy." He took a maddening step back."If I leave you hanging, then you won't want to stay long. I know you, if you're all sated, you'll start gossiping with your girlfriends. One glass of wine will lead to four."
"Okay," I said, getting a little pissed at his highhandedness. "I promise we won't stay long. Now let me go." I struggled. He'd tied me right tight. What the hell!
"Naw-uh." He pulled on the tether, checking it, then he reached over me and down between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I knew he felt the wetness seeping through the gusset. "Again, I know you too well. I'll go in the shower and you'll take matters into your own hand here. Nope, not this time, sweet thing. I want to be home before midnight. And if that means keeping you on edge all night, so be it."
"Why's that?"
"Because when that clock trips twelve, I plan on being buried between your silken hot thighs, in our own bed. That's how I'm celebrating." He raised a challenging brow at me.
The fucker kissed my forehead then turned towards the bathroom.
"Don't leave me like this." I begged. He ignored me which only pissed me off more. "Hey, how do I know you're not going to jerk off in there."
He grinned. "Ya don't."
"That's not fair." He shrugged and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower start.
Stunned, I looked at my own reflection. "Oh, close your mouth," I snapped.
I straightened in the chair and brought my thighs together. My clit twinged at the pressure. "Damn it." I wanted to come.
I opened my knees and brazenly rubbed my greedy pussy against the seat cushion. I squirmed trying to cover more area and find a better position. No matter what I tried I knew I wasn't going to get what I needed. I worked my wrists trying to loosen the tie.
I sighed heavily and looked around irritated and uncomfortable, sitting on pins and tingles.
I heard Jason shut off the water in the next room. "Well, if that wasn't the quickest shower ever."
Several more uncomfortable minutes later Jason strode out of the washroom fully dressed except for his necktie. His dress shirt stood open at the neck. His hair damp and slightly messy, he looked sexy as all fuck.
"Well if that ain't quite the sight." I saw his cock stir, lengthening in his finely pressed trousers. The sight of his arousal made my mouth water.
He stalked me, trussed up in the fucking chair, helpless.
"Time to get you dressed, honey?" he asked. He picked up my bra and fitted it over my tits. The abrasion of the material sent another welcome jolt of sensation straight to my pussy. I gasped.
"Ahh, like that, huh?" He took each end of the undergarment and see-sawed it back and forth, grazing my nipples simultaneously. My clit throbbed as he moved the fabric faster and faster until it felt like an invisible tether spanned from my burning nipples straight to my core. Christ I was so close. And Jason knew it. He stopped tormenting me and tossed my bra aside.
Behind me, he reached down and with a quick tug, his necktie loosened and my hands were suddenly free. How the fuck had he done that?
He slung the tie around his shoulders then picked up my dress. Without a word I stepped into the slinky form fitting LBD. Jase pulled it up. I finally met his gaze. "No bra?" I questioned.
He shook his head. "You'll enjoy the feel on your sweet little titties. And when I look across the room at you, I want to see those pretty stiff nipples standing at attention, just for me."
He was having fun with this. I guess I was too, there was something to be said for teetering on the edge.
I raised my arms and he finished dressing me. The fabric did just as he said abrading my body in the most pleasurable way. I was pleased when his gaze lingered.
"You all ready?" he asked.
"Yep, just give me two secs." I rushed into the washroom and slid out of my damp panties. I tossed them into the hamper then smoothed my skirt.
I joined Jason and we tromped down the stairs. He gathered our coats, as I bent and slipped on my high heeled silver slingbacks. Just as I'd hoped, while I was bent over, he slipped his hand up my thigh and cupped my bare behind.
"Hey," I heard the smile and approval in his voice. "What's this?" he all but growled.
"It's going to be a short night, I promise." I straightened and met his gaze. I gave him my own self-assured grin and said, "Call it my own little insurance policy."
Don't forget to check out the linky list over at Masturbation Monday Central for more stimulating posts.
Happy M-Monday!
Wishing you all a safe, prosperous and Happy New Year!Cheers to lots of Masturbation Mondays to come.
The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.
This is Kayla's New Year's gif. LOL! What can we come up with this week? Let's see if we can get this party rockin'.
I sat in front of the large round mirror in our bedroom, putting the last finishing touches on my face. "How's that for smoky eyes?" I admired my own handy work. I wanted something dramatic to go along with the dress I'd splurged on for the New Year's party.
"You done in the shower, babe?" Jason, sauntered into the room.
"Yep, go 'head."
Our gazes connected in the mirror. His focus shifted lower. "Well hello," he said in a low voice.
Immediately, my nipples hardened at his attention. I'd set my dress on the bed, I'd planned to put it on at the last minute. The only thing I had on so far were the black sheer lace panties I'd slipped into after my shower.
Slowly, he approached from behind. I sat up a little straighter, anticipating his touch. He didn't disappoint. Reaching around me, he cupped my full breasts and squeezed, molding and shaping them.
"Mmm, your hands are so warm."
He dipped his head and lightly sucked that ultra sensitive spot near my collarbone, then he opened his palms and circled my tingling nipples. A delectable shockwave shot straight to my pussy.
The tension drained right out me. I let my head fall back against his chest and just let him work his magic. He stepped closer, pressing his lengthening hard-on against my back.
I slid my hand downward and stroked my pussy through my panties, heightening my arousal.
"What ya doin' there?" he asked.
"Just helping things along," I murmured.
"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" he rasped, skimming his lips up my neck, sending a titillating wave of goosebumps over my quickly heating skin. "We could stay here and celebrate just the two us."
"We don't have to stay long. But I would like to show you off." I enjoyed walking into a room full of people with him at my side. I smiled slightly, meeting his gaze once more in the glass, before fixating on his hands moving over my breasts.
"Show me off or that excessively expensive dress."
"You, of course," I pouted.
"You know I could drag you back in the shower, we could soap these beautiful babies up, and I could make you come, without even touching you anywhere else." He stroked my tits to hard aching points, dragging a groan from me. "You know how you like that. I can make you burn, baby." He was already doing a good job of it. Just his words made my pussy feel heavy.
I bit my lip, considering the delightful proposition.
"No?" I guess I took too long to answer for his liking.
He gave me one of those lopsided cocky grins that made me want to kiss him and slap him all at the same time. "Well, then, that's an excellent reason to stop this right here."
"No..." I complained, arching into his hands. "We can be late."
He eased his hands away from my breasts, skimming them up and over each shoulder, dragging them down my arms.
Before I knew it he'd gathered my wrists behind me. He snatched his necktie off the top of my dresser with a snap and he began to tie my wrists snuggly to the back of the chair.
"Jason! What are you doing?"
"Call it my little insurance policy." He took a maddening step back."If I leave you hanging, then you won't want to stay long. I know you, if you're all sated, you'll start gossiping with your girlfriends. One glass of wine will lead to four."
"Okay," I said, getting a little pissed at his highhandedness. "I promise we won't stay long. Now let me go." I struggled. He'd tied me right tight. What the hell!
"Naw-uh." He pulled on the tether, checking it, then he reached over me and down between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I knew he felt the wetness seeping through the gusset. "Again, I know you too well. I'll go in the shower and you'll take matters into your own hand here. Nope, not this time, sweet thing. I want to be home before midnight. And if that means keeping you on edge all night, so be it."
"Why's that?"
"Because when that clock trips twelve, I plan on being buried between your silken hot thighs, in our own bed. That's how I'm celebrating." He raised a challenging brow at me.
The fucker kissed my forehead then turned towards the bathroom.
"Don't leave me like this." I begged. He ignored me which only pissed me off more. "Hey, how do I know you're not going to jerk off in there."
He grinned. "Ya don't."
"That's not fair." He shrugged and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower start.
Stunned, I looked at my own reflection. "Oh, close your mouth," I snapped.
I straightened in the chair and brought my thighs together. My clit twinged at the pressure. "Damn it." I wanted to come.
I opened my knees and brazenly rubbed my greedy pussy against the seat cushion. I squirmed trying to cover more area and find a better position. No matter what I tried I knew I wasn't going to get what I needed. I worked my wrists trying to loosen the tie.
I sighed heavily and looked around irritated and uncomfortable, sitting on pins and tingles.
I heard Jason shut off the water in the next room. "Well, if that wasn't the quickest shower ever."
Several more uncomfortable minutes later Jason strode out of the washroom fully dressed except for his necktie. His dress shirt stood open at the neck. His hair damp and slightly messy, he looked sexy as all fuck.
"Well if that ain't quite the sight." I saw his cock stir, lengthening in his finely pressed trousers. The sight of his arousal made my mouth water.
He stalked me, trussed up in the fucking chair, helpless.
"Time to get you dressed, honey?" he asked. He picked up my bra and fitted it over my tits. The abrasion of the material sent another welcome jolt of sensation straight to my pussy. I gasped.
"Ahh, like that, huh?" He took each end of the undergarment and see-sawed it back and forth, grazing my nipples simultaneously. My clit throbbed as he moved the fabric faster and faster until it felt like an invisible tether spanned from my burning nipples straight to my core. Christ I was so close. And Jason knew it. He stopped tormenting me and tossed my bra aside.
Behind me, he reached down and with a quick tug, his necktie loosened and my hands were suddenly free. How the fuck had he done that?
He slung the tie around his shoulders then picked up my dress. Without a word I stepped into the slinky form fitting LBD. Jase pulled it up. I finally met his gaze. "No bra?" I questioned.
He shook his head. "You'll enjoy the feel on your sweet little titties. And when I look across the room at you, I want to see those pretty stiff nipples standing at attention, just for me."
He was having fun with this. I guess I was too, there was something to be said for teetering on the edge.
I raised my arms and he finished dressing me. The fabric did just as he said abrading my body in the most pleasurable way. I was pleased when his gaze lingered.
"You all ready?" he asked.
"Yep, just give me two secs." I rushed into the washroom and slid out of my damp panties. I tossed them into the hamper then smoothed my skirt.
I joined Jason and we tromped down the stairs. He gathered our coats, as I bent and slipped on my high heeled silver slingbacks. Just as I'd hoped, while I was bent over, he slipped his hand up my thigh and cupped my bare behind.
"Hey," I heard the smile and approval in his voice. "What's this?" he all but growled.
"It's going to be a short night, I promise." I straightened and met his gaze. I gave him my own self-assured grin and said, "Call it my own little insurance policy."
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December 28, 2014
#CoverReveal Meet Me in the Dark Book 1 Lustful Possession Series @MuseItHOT #PreOrder .99¢
I'm thrilled to unveil the cover to Meet Me in the Dark, the first book in the Lustful Possession Series.
Thank you to Celairen for her hard work! Loving it!
Pre-order and save! Order now from MuseitHOT for .99¢
Pre-order option also coming soon to all retailers
(will list those links as they become available)
Meet Me in the Dark
(paranormal erotic romance)
Blurb:
Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—A good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.
Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin the only thing he wants to explore is her.
However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act.
Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.
Be careful what you invite in to play...
Crishtin Davenport ~“I always thought, you know, when I was younger and dabbled in this stuff, that this would protect me.” She trapped the gold crucifix she wore between her fingers. “Not so much just because I wear it as if it is some kind of force field, I know that’s not what it’s about. But I’m a believer and I thought that my faith would at least keep malevolent beings from me.”
Look for this book January 16th Pre-order now and save. Only .99¢ for a limited time
Other books in the series releasing throughout 2015
Book Two - Dark Foursome
Book Three - The Dark Son : The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Book Four - Rising from the Darkness
Book Five - Dark Seed
Book Six - Bending Darkness
And the conclusion Book Seven - Dark Defeat
Thank you to Celairen for her hard work! Loving it!
Pre-order and save! Order now from MuseitHOT for .99¢
Pre-order option also coming soon to all retailers
(will list those links as they become available)
Meet Me in the Dark
(paranormal erotic romance)
Blurb:
Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—A good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.
Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin the only thing he wants to explore is her.
However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act.
Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.
Be careful what you invite in to play...
Crishtin Davenport ~“I always thought, you know, when I was younger and dabbled in this stuff, that this would protect me.” She trapped the gold crucifix she wore between her fingers. “Not so much just because I wear it as if it is some kind of force field, I know that’s not what it’s about. But I’m a believer and I thought that my faith would at least keep malevolent beings from me.” Look for this book January 16th Pre-order now and save. Only .99¢ for a limited time
Other books in the series releasing throughout 2015
Book Two - Dark Foursome
Book Three - The Dark Son : The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Book Four - Rising from the Darkness
Book Five - Dark Seed
Book Six - Bending Darkness
And the conclusion Book Seven - Dark Defeat
December 26, 2014
ADDICTION (Distraction Series Book 2) by Angela McPherson @abt3mcpherson #LadyAmbersBookTours
AddictionBook two in the Distraction SeriesBy Angela McPherson
Genres: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Published: December 9 2014Untold Press
Blurb:
Despite denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover what they’ve been missing, needing, wanting for so long.
When Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even better, she's now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances change, threatening their newfound happiness.
Love is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle pushes Tristan away. He won't let go. She can't hold on. Is their love strong enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.
Book 2 of the Distraction Series is a new adult/college romance short novel.
Available on Amazon
Check it out on Goodreads- book link
Don't miss book 1, Distraction!
Author Bio:
Angela McPherson
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.
Website
Facebook Twitter: @abt3mcpherson Goodreads Amazon Author Page
Excerpt:
We didn't talk much during the drive back to our hometown, but words weren't necessary. The soft smile on Tristan's face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed louder than any words ever could. He was mine.
Turning to watch the scenery pass by, I let my thoughts drift back to the start of this year. At the beginning of the semester when Tristan told me about his engagement to Kellie, the psycho, I couldn't breathe from the disappointment crushing my chest. Topping that, he also divulged he'd transferred to Tech, making sure my life remained as miserable as possible. Even though I loved him, seeing Tristan with another woman tore me to pieces.
Before their relationship ended, thinking we'd ever find our way to one another seemed impossible. So, what did I do to get over my hot, football star, best friend? I dated someone completely opposite of Tristan… Eric Green, a handsome baseball player. Eric was super sweet, but at the end of the day he was never who I wanted.
I didn't intentionally set out to hurt anyone. The way I strung Eric along, knowing I was in love with someone else, left me feeling like a self-centered jerk. Ironically, when Tristan was injured, our relationship started to come together for us while Eric and I fell apart.
Who'd have thought a broken collarbone and a concussion would've made us get our heads removed from our asses. But God, the brunt trauma Tristan suffered was bad. Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.
I shifted in my seat, removing myself from the past, looking forward to our future.
Peeking over at Tristan's profile, my chest tightened. The fact that he was able to pull off looking so incredibly sexy that early in the morning awed me. The gritty stubble shadowing his strong jawline and the way strands of hair framed his warm eyes quickened my pulse.
Tristan glanced my way and grinned. Lifting our hands, he brushed a feathery kiss across my skin. "What's got you so quiet, Spud?"
My knuckles tingled where his lips touched. "Oh, you."
His smile deepened. "Well, then carry on."
I fought to keep my eyes open during the rest of our drive. Tristan ran his finger along my cheek, the enamored glint in his eyes made my insides jump.
"You look tired. Get some sleep." Those perfect, full, kissable lips formed into a sexy, hell-bent grin. "You're going to need plenty of rest."
He tore his eyes away from me and back to the road. Sliding the back of his hand down my arm, he then laced our fingers together. "We're leaving after dinner tomorrow. We haven't finished making up for," he turned back to me and winked, "lost time yet." Tristan squeezed our hands, sending the normal thumping inside my chest into hyper-drive.
I stretched out the soreness from my arms and legs. After the early morning surprise in bed, we woke up and finished another round of lovemaking in the shower. Years of listening to Alyssa prattle on and on about her sexual escapades, I finally understood her, um, enthusiasm. Speaking of which, she was going to flip the next time I talked to her. Man, I missed our late night, or morning talks, although being with Tristan felt right. Perfect.
Tension pulled at the corners of his eyes.
I squeezed his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" I balled my other hand, worry settling in my shoulders.
He brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Um, I don't think so. I attempted to free my hand from his, but his hold remained strong. I gave up. "I can take it, whatever it is. Just spit it out." My stomached knotted, betraying the lie.
"I'm telling my parents about us." He glanced down, and the tension cornering his eyes moments ago fell. The side of his mouth pulled up in a cocky grin. "I'm almost hoping my dad kicks me out." He winked. "Then I'd have an excuse to stay with you."
I frowned and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Shit. His dad hated me. As much as I loved Tristan, I didn't want to be an added cause to their problems, especially since Tristan and his dad never got along in the first place.
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to ruin this. We're together so there's no use in creating a potential problem between you and your family. I love you, Tristan. I'm not going anywhere. Spend time with your parents and we can tell them about us once we're back at school."
Tristan gazed ahead, concentrating on the road in front of us. He remained silent for quite a few minutes, making me worry my bottom lip even more. Finally, he glanced over at me.
"No, I've waited to tell them you were mine for years now. No way am I going to pass up the first chance I get in order to make my dad happy."
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
"I'm not playin', Spud." His eyes darkened and wrinkles crested his forehead.
Stubborn ass. "All right, fine. I'll leave my window unlocked," I grinned, raising a brow, "but only if you're lucky."
Tristan chuckled softly, resting our hands in his lap. With his attention back to the road, I closed my eyes and prayed nothing terrible would happen between him and his dad. I used to think Mrs. Daniels didn't approve of me, but after Tristan's stay in the hospital, her behavior had changed. She'd been nice. Maybe his dad would do the same.
My throat dried–this time from not knowing if I'd be able to see my sister, Heather, this year. Hopefully this Christmas would be different for both our families. Tristan and I were due for a little peace.
Losing the battle with my eyes, I ended up falling asleep the rest of our way home. Tristan reluctantly dropped me off at my mom's house. Once my bags were unloaded in my room, he kissed me. His kiss lingered, making my legs weak and my heart ache when the sweet embrace ended. Intensity and heat blazed in his eyes when he backed away.
Clearing his throat, he said, "I'm having a hard time leaving you."
Genres: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Published: December 9 2014Untold Press
Blurb:
Despite denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover what they’ve been missing, needing, wanting for so long.When Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even better, she's now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances change, threatening their newfound happiness.
Love is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle pushes Tristan away. He won't let go. She can't hold on. Is their love strong enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.
Book 2 of the Distraction Series is a new adult/college romance short novel.
Available on Amazon
Check it out on Goodreads- book link
Don't miss book 1, Distraction!
Author Bio:
Angela McPherson
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.Website
Facebook Twitter: @abt3mcpherson Goodreads Amazon Author Page
Excerpt:
We didn't talk much during the drive back to our hometown, but words weren't necessary. The soft smile on Tristan's face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed louder than any words ever could. He was mine.
Turning to watch the scenery pass by, I let my thoughts drift back to the start of this year. At the beginning of the semester when Tristan told me about his engagement to Kellie, the psycho, I couldn't breathe from the disappointment crushing my chest. Topping that, he also divulged he'd transferred to Tech, making sure my life remained as miserable as possible. Even though I loved him, seeing Tristan with another woman tore me to pieces.
Before their relationship ended, thinking we'd ever find our way to one another seemed impossible. So, what did I do to get over my hot, football star, best friend? I dated someone completely opposite of Tristan… Eric Green, a handsome baseball player. Eric was super sweet, but at the end of the day he was never who I wanted.
I didn't intentionally set out to hurt anyone. The way I strung Eric along, knowing I was in love with someone else, left me feeling like a self-centered jerk. Ironically, when Tristan was injured, our relationship started to come together for us while Eric and I fell apart.
Who'd have thought a broken collarbone and a concussion would've made us get our heads removed from our asses. But God, the brunt trauma Tristan suffered was bad. Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.
I shifted in my seat, removing myself from the past, looking forward to our future.
Peeking over at Tristan's profile, my chest tightened. The fact that he was able to pull off looking so incredibly sexy that early in the morning awed me. The gritty stubble shadowing his strong jawline and the way strands of hair framed his warm eyes quickened my pulse.
Tristan glanced my way and grinned. Lifting our hands, he brushed a feathery kiss across my skin. "What's got you so quiet, Spud?"
My knuckles tingled where his lips touched. "Oh, you."
His smile deepened. "Well, then carry on."
I fought to keep my eyes open during the rest of our drive. Tristan ran his finger along my cheek, the enamored glint in his eyes made my insides jump.
"You look tired. Get some sleep." Those perfect, full, kissable lips formed into a sexy, hell-bent grin. "You're going to need plenty of rest."
He tore his eyes away from me and back to the road. Sliding the back of his hand down my arm, he then laced our fingers together. "We're leaving after dinner tomorrow. We haven't finished making up for," he turned back to me and winked, "lost time yet." Tristan squeezed our hands, sending the normal thumping inside my chest into hyper-drive.
I stretched out the soreness from my arms and legs. After the early morning surprise in bed, we woke up and finished another round of lovemaking in the shower. Years of listening to Alyssa prattle on and on about her sexual escapades, I finally understood her, um, enthusiasm. Speaking of which, she was going to flip the next time I talked to her. Man, I missed our late night, or morning talks, although being with Tristan felt right. Perfect.
Tension pulled at the corners of his eyes.
I squeezed his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" I balled my other hand, worry settling in my shoulders.
He brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Um, I don't think so. I attempted to free my hand from his, but his hold remained strong. I gave up. "I can take it, whatever it is. Just spit it out." My stomached knotted, betraying the lie.
"I'm telling my parents about us." He glanced down, and the tension cornering his eyes moments ago fell. The side of his mouth pulled up in a cocky grin. "I'm almost hoping my dad kicks me out." He winked. "Then I'd have an excuse to stay with you."
I frowned and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Shit. His dad hated me. As much as I loved Tristan, I didn't want to be an added cause to their problems, especially since Tristan and his dad never got along in the first place.
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to ruin this. We're together so there's no use in creating a potential problem between you and your family. I love you, Tristan. I'm not going anywhere. Spend time with your parents and we can tell them about us once we're back at school."
Tristan gazed ahead, concentrating on the road in front of us. He remained silent for quite a few minutes, making me worry my bottom lip even more. Finally, he glanced over at me.
"No, I've waited to tell them you were mine for years now. No way am I going to pass up the first chance I get in order to make my dad happy."
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
"I'm not playin', Spud." His eyes darkened and wrinkles crested his forehead.
Stubborn ass. "All right, fine. I'll leave my window unlocked," I grinned, raising a brow, "but only if you're lucky."
Tristan chuckled softly, resting our hands in his lap. With his attention back to the road, I closed my eyes and prayed nothing terrible would happen between him and his dad. I used to think Mrs. Daniels didn't approve of me, but after Tristan's stay in the hospital, her behavior had changed. She'd been nice. Maybe his dad would do the same.
My throat dried–this time from not knowing if I'd be able to see my sister, Heather, this year. Hopefully this Christmas would be different for both our families. Tristan and I were due for a little peace.
Losing the battle with my eyes, I ended up falling asleep the rest of our way home. Tristan reluctantly dropped me off at my mom's house. Once my bags were unloaded in my room, he kissed me. His kiss lingered, making my legs weak and my heart ache when the sweet embrace ended. Intensity and heat blazed in his eyes when he backed away.
Clearing his throat, he said, "I'm having a hard time leaving you."
December 24, 2014
Wishing you all the blessings and spirit of the season&nb...
Wishing you all the blessings and spirit of the season
Happy Christmas
Happy Christmas
An Always Cambridge #Giveaway Christmas #BYOB Bring Your Own Body Armor! #mob #RomSusp
Wishing you all the blessings and spirit of the season
Happy Christmas & Merry Cambridge!
A Cambridge Christmas Consists of Wiseguys and Mobsters—Armed and Dangerous. Join Us, Won't You?
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
This Holiday Season catch up on the Always Cambridge Series and find out why readers can't get enough. It's the gift that keeps on giving!
Once the meal is over and the company goes home, the last thing you want to do is clean up, so instead, jump into the life of Holly Cambridge, a not-so-typical teenager. This six book saga follows Holly from age nine, into her forties. From her early years with father and mob boss, Bill Cambridge, to her violent teenage years and a burgeoning relationship with her bodyguard, Randy Phillips, to her years on the run as an informant for the FBI, and Special Agent Alex Orton. To infiltrating a rival family and finding herself in the arms of her natural born enemy, Victor Mayhue, and loving it!
Violence, danger and sex!The mob, the Feds and so much more!
The twists and turns will keep you on the edge or your seat but keep the tissues handy too.
Hang on and enjoy the ride. Oh and you might want to bring your own body armor! Christmas at the Cambridge compound can turn dangerous in the blink of an eye.
*** GIVEAWAY***As a Christmas/New Year's treat, I'll be giving away the first three books in the series. That's Always Cambridge, Running AND Misfortune of Birth to ONE lucky winner. Leave a comment and an email addy for a chance to win the first three books in this SIX book series.
Be forewarned this is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ends. The books should be read in sequence. I'm only offering half of the series in this giveaway.
I'll choose a winner, at random with the help of random.org, Friday January 9th, 2015.
For more on this series click HERE or check out the reviews and ratings on Goodreads.
Sandra from Goodreads : 'Wow, just wow! Perfect conclusion! For the first time since I've been reading books, I wish there are more books in Series!'
Naksed 'I have not enjoyed a book series this much in a long time if ever.'
Always Cambridge
Running
Misfortune of Birth
Law & Order Crime & Chaos
Afterlife
Always Holly
Happy Christmas & Merry Cambridge!
A Cambridge Christmas Consists of Wiseguys and Mobsters—Armed and Dangerous. Join Us, Won't You?
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
This Holiday Season catch up on the Always Cambridge Series and find out why readers can't get enough. It's the gift that keeps on giving!
Once the meal is over and the company goes home, the last thing you want to do is clean up, so instead, jump into the life of Holly Cambridge, a not-so-typical teenager. This six book saga follows Holly from age nine, into her forties. From her early years with father and mob boss, Bill Cambridge, to her violent teenage years and a burgeoning relationship with her bodyguard, Randy Phillips, to her years on the run as an informant for the FBI, and Special Agent Alex Orton. To infiltrating a rival family and finding herself in the arms of her natural born enemy, Victor Mayhue, and loving it!
Violence, danger and sex!The mob, the Feds and so much more!
The twists and turns will keep you on the edge or your seat but keep the tissues handy too.
Hang on and enjoy the ride. Oh and you might want to bring your own body armor! Christmas at the Cambridge compound can turn dangerous in the blink of an eye.
*** GIVEAWAY***As a Christmas/New Year's treat, I'll be giving away the first three books in the series. That's Always Cambridge, Running AND Misfortune of Birth to ONE lucky winner. Leave a comment and an email addy for a chance to win the first three books in this SIX book series.
Be forewarned this is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ends. The books should be read in sequence. I'm only offering half of the series in this giveaway.
I'll choose a winner, at random with the help of random.org, Friday January 9th, 2015.
For more on this series click HERE or check out the reviews and ratings on Goodreads.
Sandra from Goodreads : 'Wow, just wow! Perfect conclusion! For the first time since I've been reading books, I wish there are more books in Series!'
Naksed 'I have not enjoyed a book series this much in a long time if ever.'
Always Cambridge
Running
Misfortune of Birth
Law & Order Crime & Chaos
Afterlife
Always Holly
Join Us Dec. 24! Coffee Time Romance Santa Watch and #Giveaway! @CoffeeTimeRoman
Merry Christmas To All!
We hope you'll join us at Coffee Time Romance. We're on Santa Watch this year! Join your favourite authors for some festive fun and free stuff! Special thanks to the lovely Tarah Scott for the invite to this extra special event! My guest spot is at 1:30 p.m. EST. Hope to see you there!
Keep an eye out!
Here's the schedule: (I'll try and pop up the links as they become available but it's a busy day so forgive me if they don't go up as the times pass) but you can check here at Coffee Time anytime) Cheers!
Opening 8:00 AM
Pippa Jay 9:00 AM
Santa Watch #1 BJ Scott 9:30
Kayelle Allen 10:00 AM
Santa Watch #2 Kay Springsteen 10:30 AM
Kristina Haecker 11:00 AM
Nathalie eBookKindleLover Bernier 11:30 AM
Sue-Ellen Welfonder 12:00 AM
Santa Watch #3 T. C. Archer 12:30 AM
Ceci Giltenan 1:00 PM
Santa Watch #4 H. K. Carlton #4 1:30 PM
Tarah Scott 2:00 PM
T. C. Archer 2:30 PM
Santa Watch #5 Lee Brazil 3:00
Debra Jupe 3:30 PM
Mary Ann Jordan 4:00 PM
Santa Watch #6 Joanne Wadsworth 4:30
Collette Cameron 5:00 PM
I Smell Sheep 5:30 PM
Sam Cheever 6:00 PM
Santa Watch # 7 Tarah Scott 6:30
Natasha Blackthorne 7:00
Angel Payne 7:30 PM
Santa Watch #8 Joanne Davis 8:00 PM
Ruth Hartman 8:30PM
Santa Watch #9 Hildie McQueen 9:00
Ashley York 9:30 PM
Ella Quinn 10:00 PM
Santa Watch #11:00
Shirlee Busbee 11:30
Santa Watch #11 T. C. Archer 11:45
12:00 Midnight: Farewell
Hope you'll joins us. Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!
We hope you'll join us at Coffee Time Romance. We're on Santa Watch this year! Join your favourite authors for some festive fun and free stuff! Special thanks to the lovely Tarah Scott for the invite to this extra special event! My guest spot is at 1:30 p.m. EST. Hope to see you there!
Keep an eye out!
Here's the schedule: (I'll try and pop up the links as they become available but it's a busy day so forgive me if they don't go up as the times pass) but you can check here at Coffee Time anytime) Cheers!
Opening 8:00 AM
Pippa Jay 9:00 AM
Santa Watch #1 BJ Scott 9:30
Kayelle Allen 10:00 AM
Santa Watch #2 Kay Springsteen 10:30 AM
Kristina Haecker 11:00 AM
Nathalie eBookKindleLover Bernier 11:30 AM
Sue-Ellen Welfonder 12:00 AM
Santa Watch #3 T. C. Archer 12:30 AM
Ceci Giltenan 1:00 PM
Santa Watch #4 H. K. Carlton #4 1:30 PM
Tarah Scott 2:00 PM
T. C. Archer 2:30 PM
Santa Watch #5 Lee Brazil 3:00
Debra Jupe 3:30 PM
Mary Ann Jordan 4:00 PM
Santa Watch #6 Joanne Wadsworth 4:30
Collette Cameron 5:00 PM
I Smell Sheep 5:30 PM
Sam Cheever 6:00 PM
Santa Watch # 7 Tarah Scott 6:30
Natasha Blackthorne 7:00
Angel Payne 7:30 PM
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December 22, 2014
#ReleaseDay Blitz - Drake Restrained 4 by S.E. Lund @elizal2012 #LadyAmbersBookTours
Title: Drake Restrained 4Author: S.E. LundGenre: New Adult, Erotic, Contemporary Romance Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Drake Morgan, MD, Neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist – Dominant.
He doesn't do girlfriends, he doesn’t do sleepovers, and he certainly doesn't do breakfast in bed the morning after. He has his surgical slate at New York Presbyterian, he has a charitable foundation providing surgical tools to hospitals in Africa, he has his Brit Invasion cover band, Mersey, and he has his secret life as a Dominant in Manhattan's BDSM community.
Into bondage, D/s and the occasional dungeon scene, Drake keeps every part of his life separate, the divisions between them neat and tidy. His weeks are filled with surgeries, music and D/s sex, and none of the well-planned and scheduled parts of his life intersect.
That is until Kate McDermott crosses his path and screws everything up. Now, nothing is neat and tidy anymore, for Drake is smitten and things are going to get messy…
In Part 4 of Drake Restrained, Drake and Kate reunite in Manhattan and begin an affair in secret, pushing their sexual and emotional boundaries.
***Note*** This is a novella, and is part 4 of the Drake Series. The Drake Series is The Unrestrained Series told from Drake's point of view. The novella contains new material and material from The Agreement told from Drake's point of view.
The series is intended for 18+ due to explicit content.
S. E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western Canada in an old house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic, contemporary and paranormal romance, she writes science fiction and fantasy, science fact, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean.
Author Links:
Website: www.selund.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/S-E-Lund/429361230440603Twitter: @elizal2012Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6426012.S_E_Lund
I rose up and went to an armoire, sorting through my belts, testing them one after the other, but I was unhappy with them all. The leather was too thick and unyielding. She’d get abrasions from them if she tugged too much on them in the heat of the moment. Then I examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black leather tie. It was supple enough that it wouldn’t chafe. I returned to the bed and held it out in front of her so she could see it. Thin and flexible, it was from a bygone fashion era. I caught her grin as I examined it and turned to face her."Ms. Bennet, that grin is entirely inappropriate to the mood I'm trying to create…"
She covered her mouth, trying to hide a huge smile. "Master, I'm sorry," she said, her voice betraying amusement. "But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college student… So hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the coeds were all over you."
"Oh, I was very groovy, Ms. Bennet, in my day," I said, grinning back at her, enjoying her impertinence despite my best attempts to get her to take this seriously.
To bring her back into scene, I took her hands very roughly in mine and held them over her head, my grip firm, my expression as stern as I could muster given my own amusement.
"You are too cute, Katherine, and able to distract me too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and now."
Her eyes widened, the smile fading on her face. I didn’t want to scare her, but I wanted her in the right headspace. She had to take this seriously if it was going to work. It couldn’t become a joke. It was serious.
"I'm sorry, Master," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
I stared into her eyes, trying to impart as much dominance as I could.
"If your mind wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me,” I said. “I want you here, with me, mentally and emotionally, Kate. With me in the moment. Focused."
She nodded but said nothing and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far too soon. She was being disciplined through my showing her my displeasure at her attitude. I kept my eyes on hers, waiting to see compliance in them.She breathed in deeply beneath me and I saw her physically relax, her body going limp.
"Good girl," I said. I held her hands above her head with one hand and reached down to touch her bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. How I’d imagined kissing her lips, licking that scar…
Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, my lust and need for her almost overwhelming. She let out a little groan when I ground myself against her pussy. I pulled away and fastened her hands together with the leather tie, the knot tight but with some space so that there was no pressure on her skin.
"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot, so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't tolerate."
She nodded and tried to pull her wrists apart. I fastened the other end of the leather tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. She pulled at the tie to feel how secure it was. She wouldn't be able to get free if she wanted to. Truly confined now, she was here until I released her.
She couldn't run away.
I saw the transformation in her. I always looked for it the first time I tied up my new subs—that moment when they realized they were at my complete mercy. It was subtle, just a change in breathing, a look in their eyes when their helplessness finally hit home. Kate panicked a bit when the reality of her bindings became real to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she starting breathing fast. I placed my hand around her neck to check her pulse, which was elevated, watching her intently.
"Now you understand."
