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February 5, 2014
Welcome Back Author Mary Waibel @mewtweety14
Once again, it's time to throw a blanket over some of the naughty bits on this site and then please welcome back YA Fantasy author and my very good MuseItUp Publishing gal-pal, Mary Waibel...
Welcome to Valendria!
Picture Europe in the middle ages, and you'll be pretty close to what Valendria is like. Made up of five kingdoms―Breneira, Palindore, Faldaera, Delphine, and Lowenguilde―Valendria is a land filled with beautiful scenery and unique creatures.
Our first introduction to Valendria came in QUEST OF THE HART. Here, the neighboring kingdoms of Breneira and Palindore came to life as Princess Kaylee of Palindore went on a quest to rescue her betrothed, Prince Devlin of Breneira, from a sleep spell. Little was seen of Palindore, as most of our time was spent traveling the swamps and mountains of Breneira with our brave heroine. Magic is a force to be reckoned with in this world, as are its unusual creatures, such as the Golden Dragon, Aureal.
In CHARMED MEMORIES, we see a bit more of Palindore, as well as Faldaera. But most of our time is spent in the island kingdom of Delphine, as Lady Bri, the kingdom's best tracker, helps Prince Trevor search for his missing princess. Merfolk, magic, treachery, and betrayal are at the heart of this tale.
While in Delphine, we meet Prince Broderick, more commonly known as Brody. When his world falls apart, he leaves his island kingdom and winds up leading a rag-tag group of men against a variety of mythological creatures. When his path crosses with Princess Gabrielle, or Rielle as she prefers, he learns that more than dangerous creatures plague the kingdom of Faldaera.
Come on a tour of the countrysides of Faldaera and Lowenguilde in DIFFERENT KIND OF KNIGHT and meet some exotic creatures such as griffons, wyverns, arrowhawks, and griffonvuls.
Take advantage of this fantastic deal from MuseItUp
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Mary @ MIU
@ Amazon
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Welcome to Valendria!
Picture Europe in the middle ages, and you'll be pretty close to what Valendria is like. Made up of five kingdoms―Breneira, Palindore, Faldaera, Delphine, and Lowenguilde―Valendria is a land filled with beautiful scenery and unique creatures.
Our first introduction to Valendria came in QUEST OF THE HART. Here, the neighboring kingdoms of Breneira and Palindore came to life as Princess Kaylee of Palindore went on a quest to rescue her betrothed, Prince Devlin of Breneira, from a sleep spell. Little was seen of Palindore, as most of our time was spent traveling the swamps and mountains of Breneira with our brave heroine. Magic is a force to be reckoned with in this world, as are its unusual creatures, such as the Golden Dragon, Aureal.
In CHARMED MEMORIES, we see a bit more of Palindore, as well as Faldaera. But most of our time is spent in the island kingdom of Delphine, as Lady Bri, the kingdom's best tracker, helps Prince Trevor search for his missing princess. Merfolk, magic, treachery, and betrayal are at the heart of this tale.
While in Delphine, we meet Prince Broderick, more commonly known as Brody. When his world falls apart, he leaves his island kingdom and winds up leading a rag-tag group of men against a variety of mythological creatures. When his path crosses with Princess Gabrielle, or Rielle as she prefers, he learns that more than dangerous creatures plague the kingdom of Faldaera.
Come on a tour of the countrysides of Faldaera and Lowenguilde in DIFFERENT KIND OF KNIGHT and meet some exotic creatures such as griffons, wyverns, arrowhawks, and griffonvuls.
Take advantage of this fantastic deal from MuseItUp
Find Mary On Twitter Facebook
Blog
Mary @ MIU
@ Amazon
Don't forget to sign up for Mary's Giveawaya Rafflecopter giveaway
January 31, 2014
#MySexySaturday Sexy 'n Flawed
Welcome to the 34nd week of My Sexy Saturday. This week we’re talking about those broken heroes and heroines who think they have nothing left to give to another person. They’ve stopped looking for their soul mates or don’t believe they even have one. They are truly surprised when someone falls for them. Romance writers have a knack for writing broken characters just as they have a knack for making them fall in love again. We all love those stories, both writer and reader alike. If your story has one of these characters in it, please share them with us…if not…share those sexy moments that you do have between your characters. Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words
Meet Gard Marschand from The Devil Take You—an evildoer of epic proportions; a severely flawed, cruel and malevolent character. Marauder, murderer, thief; a man hell bent on revenge. He has no time or need for love. Nor has he any redeeming qualities that a lass might look for. He is prepared to do anything, no matter how heinous to accomplish his goals. How could any woman fall in love with such a diabolically evil man?
Excerpt from The Devil Take You (Scottish Highlander historical romance)
“Braelynn.” She turned to face him. “Ye have ta see me as I am. No’ as ye
wish me ta be. Stop makin’ excuses for me. I am no’ one o’ the heroes from yor
poems.” For the first time in his life, he wished that he were. “I have killed wit’oot
excuse. All nationalities, includin' my own countrymen.”
Her gaze searched his. “Perhaps wha’ ye have done ta this point doesna matter.” Her voice was soft. “Wha’ ye do from this moment on should.”
He rubbed her cheek. “Why this moment on, Brae?” he whispered, his eyes
searching for what she could possibly see when she looked at him. “Wha’ be remarkable aboot this moment?”
Her eyes filled. “I dinna ken. But do ye na feel it too?” He did feel something.
“I dinna care wha’ ye have done in the past. I want to stay wit’ ya.” His breath
caught at this admission. She bit her lip waiting. Then finally she continued, “I
dinna wish for ya to send me ta Richmond. I dinna wish ta live somewhere under
pretext o’ widowhood, alone, unkennin’ o’ wha’ it was ta be wit’ ya. I wish ta stay
wit’ ye in wha’e’er capacity ye will have me.”
Pain bloomed in his chest. He closed his eyes and swallowed before he looked
at her again. “I have nuthin’ ta offer ye, Brae. I am a landless knight. A murderer, a thief. An abuser o’ women and children.”
“I dinna care if ye are an earl or a soldier. I have naught ta offer ye either. I have done things I am na proud o’.”
He tried to smile. The drink making him relaxed. “Wha’ could ya have
possibly done, Caelian?” He tucked her hair behind her ear, watching and waiting for her big confession.
The Devil Take You Blrub:
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?
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I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt. Don't forget to check out the talented authors from the list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
January 30, 2014
A Girl By Any Other Name @MKSchiller @Totally_Bound
Please welcome fellow Totally Bound author MK Schiller...
What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?
I loved VC Andrews books – her novels was dark, addicting and sweet at the same time.
Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?
I have to give props to EL James. I never thought I’d like a man with BDSM desires and mommy issues, but yep, I sure as heck fell in love with him.
Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)
I think of it more as interest at first sight. Love at first sight has too much emphasis in the physical. I want to lust someone’s body but fall in love with their mind.
Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about?
Penetrating…lol.
Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?
Yes, I get blocked, but I usually take a break and read or watch TV. Talking to someone about your book helps a great deal too.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Somewhere warm – we’re about to get an avalanche of snow so that’s my vote right now.
If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?
I think Dillon from The Other C-Word because he’s adorable, funny and a great best friend.
What are you reading right now?
Gabriel’s Redemption by Sylvain Reynard.
When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?
I prefer stand-alone or if it a series, one where each book has a conclusion.
If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?
Big Brother – although I’d probably be awful at it. I love that it’s all mind games.
What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?
Hmmm….I plead the 5th on this one. I was a wild child once upon a time, and I’m still wondering if that will catch up with me. I will tell you I once out drank a biker in a dive bar when I was sixteen. I beat him shot for shot. I was very sick the next day, but hey, you don’t get bragging rights like that without any scars. You know what they say – every bad decision becomes a good story.
Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.
Chris Pine or Charlie Hunnam – both were muses for my books.
What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?
I like it when a fan reaches out to me or I’m able to comment on a review they have left. I like it to be a natural process.
Favourite movie?
Hard to say, but I do love 80’s teen angst dramas so The Breakfast Club, St Elmo’s fire, and Say Anything are tops on my list.
Dream Vacation?
A cruise somewhere tropical.
Dream Car?
1969 white Mustang Convertible.
Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?
Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey.
What can readers look forward to next?
I have a novella in Totally Bound’s Paramour collection. I’m excited to have my story featured with some very talented authors.
https://www.totallybound.com/lucky-fall?author_id=306
Please tell us about your newest release.
This is a story about secrets, childhood love, and a traumatic separation. The hero is a southern all around popular boy, Caleb Tanner. He has a big heart and a penchant for swearing. As a child of the 80’s, I added a few grand gestures, a rocking soundtrack, and a healthy heaping of angst.
Blurb –
Everyone tells him he needs to move on, but how can a man function without his heart?
Ten-year-old Caleb Tanner wants nothing to do with Sylvie Cranston, the annoying weird girl who moves next door to him and gets him in trouble for swearing. But at twelve, they become friends when he teaches her how to hook a fishing line and she shows him the value of a selfless act. At fourteen, he falls in love with her.
At sixteen, she dies.
Or so he’s told. But Cal never believes it. Sylvie has become part of his soul. He knows her like the steady beating of his own heart. He’d know if she was dead. Cal looks for her, prays for her and finally he just waits for her.
Nine years later, she walks into the community college English class Cal is teaching. Only this girl claims her name is Sophie Becker and she doesn’t know him. Cal knows better. He’s determined to get the girl he loves back—and protect her from the danger that took her away all those years ago.
Genre: Contemporary suspense romanceEXCERPT :
The worst part of being a kid was that you never knew how good you had it until it was too late.
Childhood was simple. My parents told me it was because I didn’t have bills to pay or mouths to feed, but it was more than that. It was because nothing was planned. When you didn’t plan for it, you didn’t worry about the consequences. They just happened naturally without the coercion, manipulation or mindfuck games that came with becoming an adult.
I never planned for Sylvie Cranston to be my best friend. I never expected her to be the muse in all my dreams, or the girl who later haunted my nightmares. I certainly never planned to fall in love with her, but that was exactly what happened.
Everyone told me I needed to move on. That was like asking me to pierce my own flesh and crush my empty, beating heart. They wanted me to toss it away and continue to breathe. How could a man function without his heart?
Author Bio
MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. Writing is her passion, but with a full time life and two busy teenagers, it proves difficult. But in the quiet dark of night, she sits by the warm glow of a computer monitor, and attempt to conjure up passionate heartwarming stories with plenty of humour.
She started imagining stories in her head at a very young age. In fact, friends started making requests for stories where they were featured as the heroine and the object of their affection was the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
Even with that, it took many years to realize her dream. She hopes you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.
Buy Links :
MK's website
Facebook
Twitter
Amazon Author Page
Thank you for having me H K!
My Pleasure MK!
Don't forget to Join the Totally Bound Party On Facebook Monday February 10, 2014 — 9:30am to 11:30pm UTC — MK will be there!
What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?
I loved VC Andrews books – her novels was dark, addicting and sweet at the same time.
Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?
I have to give props to EL James. I never thought I’d like a man with BDSM desires and mommy issues, but yep, I sure as heck fell in love with him.
Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)
I think of it more as interest at first sight. Love at first sight has too much emphasis in the physical. I want to lust someone’s body but fall in love with their mind.
Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about?
Penetrating…lol.
Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?
Yes, I get blocked, but I usually take a break and read or watch TV. Talking to someone about your book helps a great deal too.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Somewhere warm – we’re about to get an avalanche of snow so that’s my vote right now.
If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?
I think Dillon from The Other C-Word because he’s adorable, funny and a great best friend.
What are you reading right now?
Gabriel’s Redemption by Sylvain Reynard.
When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?
I prefer stand-alone or if it a series, one where each book has a conclusion.
If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?
Big Brother – although I’d probably be awful at it. I love that it’s all mind games.
What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?
Hmmm….I plead the 5th on this one. I was a wild child once upon a time, and I’m still wondering if that will catch up with me. I will tell you I once out drank a biker in a dive bar when I was sixteen. I beat him shot for shot. I was very sick the next day, but hey, you don’t get bragging rights like that without any scars. You know what they say – every bad decision becomes a good story.
Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.
Chris Pine or Charlie Hunnam – both were muses for my books.
What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?
I like it when a fan reaches out to me or I’m able to comment on a review they have left. I like it to be a natural process.
Favourite movie?
Hard to say, but I do love 80’s teen angst dramas so The Breakfast Club, St Elmo’s fire, and Say Anything are tops on my list.
Dream Vacation?
A cruise somewhere tropical.
Dream Car?
1969 white Mustang Convertible.
Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?
Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey.
What can readers look forward to next?
I have a novella in Totally Bound’s Paramour collection. I’m excited to have my story featured with some very talented authors.
https://www.totallybound.com/lucky-fall?author_id=306
Please tell us about your newest release.
This is a story about secrets, childhood love, and a traumatic separation. The hero is a southern all around popular boy, Caleb Tanner. He has a big heart and a penchant for swearing. As a child of the 80’s, I added a few grand gestures, a rocking soundtrack, and a healthy heaping of angst.
Blurb –
Everyone tells him he needs to move on, but how can a man function without his heart?
Ten-year-old Caleb Tanner wants nothing to do with Sylvie Cranston, the annoying weird girl who moves next door to him and gets him in trouble for swearing. But at twelve, they become friends when he teaches her how to hook a fishing line and she shows him the value of a selfless act. At fourteen, he falls in love with her.
At sixteen, she dies.
Or so he’s told. But Cal never believes it. Sylvie has become part of his soul. He knows her like the steady beating of his own heart. He’d know if she was dead. Cal looks for her, prays for her and finally he just waits for her.
Nine years later, she walks into the community college English class Cal is teaching. Only this girl claims her name is Sophie Becker and she doesn’t know him. Cal knows better. He’s determined to get the girl he loves back—and protect her from the danger that took her away all those years ago.
Genre: Contemporary suspense romanceEXCERPT :
The worst part of being a kid was that you never knew how good you had it until it was too late.
Childhood was simple. My parents told me it was because I didn’t have bills to pay or mouths to feed, but it was more than that. It was because nothing was planned. When you didn’t plan for it, you didn’t worry about the consequences. They just happened naturally without the coercion, manipulation or mindfuck games that came with becoming an adult.
I never planned for Sylvie Cranston to be my best friend. I never expected her to be the muse in all my dreams, or the girl who later haunted my nightmares. I certainly never planned to fall in love with her, but that was exactly what happened.
Everyone told me I needed to move on. That was like asking me to pierce my own flesh and crush my empty, beating heart. They wanted me to toss it away and continue to breathe. How could a man function without his heart?
Author Bio
MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. Writing is her passion, but with a full time life and two busy teenagers, it proves difficult. But in the quiet dark of night, she sits by the warm glow of a computer monitor, and attempt to conjure up passionate heartwarming stories with plenty of humour.
She started imagining stories in her head at a very young age. In fact, friends started making requests for stories where they were featured as the heroine and the object of their affection was the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
Even with that, it took many years to realize her dream. She hopes you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.
Buy Links :
MK's website
Facebook
Twitter
Amazon Author Page
Thank you for having me H K!
My Pleasure MK!
Don't forget to Join the Totally Bound Party On Facebook Monday February 10, 2014 — 9:30am to 11:30pm UTC — MK will be there!
January 27, 2014
Donna Gallagher's Cassie's Choice Book Blitz + #Giveaway @donnag63 @IMR_Promotions
Cassie’s Choice by Donna Gallagher Title: Cassie’s ChoiceSeries: - League of Love, book 7Author: Donna GallagherPublication Date: 24th January 2014Published by: Totally Bound PublishingGenre: Contemporary Erotic
Book Synopsis:
One night of regret and a simple lack of communication lead to two miserable years apart. What will happen when the two broken-hearted are forced to reunite?
One night has haunted Cassie for over two years. After agreeing to something she didn’t feel sure about, all for the sake of a man—or more correctly, her fear of losing him, she is still consumed with thoughts of her past.
Although a few years younger than her Riley Walters was all man, in and out of the bedroom. So much so that Cassie believed he would tire of her sexual inexperience quickly. For him she was just a bit of fun—he never said anything to her to make her doubt that assumption. The reason she put herself in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place – to keep him happy. Of course it didn’t help. Riley disappeared from her life and never had anything to do with her again. Now he’s back, part of her social circle, leaving Cassie to find a way to deal with the attraction she still feels for him even after two years of trying to convince herself otherwise.
Riley was horrified at how much rage he felt that night. Memories of a trauma from childhood quickly surfaced – He was terrified that he was becoming a monster, just like the man from his memory. Cassandra Davies filled his mind, his every thought, his obsession. Now he’s been offered a position at the Jets Rugby League Club, and an opportunity to work alongside the people he called family, which is something he’d always dreamed of—but how will he survive being around Cassie if he can’t drag her into his arms and back to his bed and never let her leave.
Book Links:
Totally Bound
Goodreads
Amazon
ARe Author Bio:
Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on. Leaving home at fifteen, she supported herself through her teen years. In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport
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especially rugby league
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probably overriding her good sense.
The seven — year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high — pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe, and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK.
Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.
Now happily re-married and with three sons, Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.
Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well — known Australian sports journalist. An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally, rugby league is the backdrop to her spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.
Author Links:
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Goodreads Amazon Author Page
Series Information - League of Love Series Links
Series Information - League of Love Series Links
Caitlin’s Hero, #1 Amazon ARe
Mandy’s He-man,#2 Amazon ARe
Laura’s Light, #3 Amazon ARe
Pippa’s Fantasy, #4 Amazon ARe
Emily ’s Cowboy,#5 Amazon ARe
Sarah ’s Soldier, #6 Amazon ARe
Cassie's Choice, #7 Amazon ARe
Emily’s Cowboy and Sarah’s Soldier are both ARRA finalists in Best Erotic Romance Book
League of Love Series - ARRA finalist in Favourite Continuing Romance Series
I’m a finalist in ARRA Favourite Romance Author category.
Click HERE to see the ARRA awards finalists announcement
Giveaway Information
Donna is offering a $20 Amazon gift voucher and 3 copies of Caitlin’s Hero, League of Love book 1
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January 26, 2014
2 book #Giveaway #Contest #Ménage #mff
In celebration of my latest m/f/f ménage release with Totally Bound, The Best of Both Worlds, I'm doing a giveaway. And if you read to the end of this post, answer the question and leave your answer along with an email address in the comments section, you'll be entered in for a chance to win not just one, but two ebooks.
BLURB: The Best of Both Worlds
Single white female seeks perfect couple…
After participating in a threesome with her boyfriend and a female schoolmate, Antoinette Oakes finds herself alone. But Toni is less upset by the loss of her boyfriend than she is by the realisation that her idea of the perfect relationship requires two people. A man and a woman.
The week before graduation, in the midst of setting up job interviews and apartment hunting in New York, Toni is summoned back home to Manchester, Georgia—a place she swore she’d never return to—and to a father she has no desire to see. The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
But keeping her eye on the ultimate prize, Toni is determined to move to New York, where the impossible dream of finding that perfect couple just might be possible. Something the small town intolerant community she grew up in would never understand. Toni wants the best of both worlds and will settle for nothing less, even if that means leaving Griffin and Avery behind, for a second time.
The Best of Both Worlds is all about Toni striving to find her perfect and permanent polyamorous relationship. But before that, Toni shared an unforgettable threesome with Street and Andi from the first book Streetlight People.
BLURB: Streetlight People
We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.
Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Here's an excerpt from Streetlight People
Street swept me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom. He set me gently on the bed then pulled his T-shirt over his head. My heart tripped at the sight of his bare chest and tanned, bulging biceps. I opened my arms to him. He levered himself above me and kneed my legs open, settling his hips between my legs. The weight of his big body felt good bearing down on me.
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down, because this was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle. I ran my hands over his back, exploring his hardness.
I could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. I wondered for a split second if she’d slipped a little something more into my drink than just the rum because, as I began to unwind, the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on too.
But I didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my neck
and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.
The bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
“It’s okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
But I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
They worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it, or it was practised. I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
I looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord, twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
All of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to tangle.
I gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly, teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that short distance.
The snap on my jeans was released for the second time tonight and one of them unzipped me. I lifted my hips and they stripped me of my jeans and panties. I was completely naked now. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but thought I would die if we stopped now.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, for what you've all been waiting for, here's the contest/giveaway.
I will be giving away to one lucky commenter—both books — an e-book of Streetlight People and the sequel The Best of Both Worlds.
And the skill testing question is...
What is Toni/Annie's complete first name?
HINT: Check The Best of Both Worlds blurb displayed near the top of this post.
Leave your answer in the comments below and on January 30th, I will pick one winner. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address.
Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.
Until then my Streetlight Peeps...Take Care and Happy Reading.
H K
BLURB: The Best of Both Worlds
Single white female seeks perfect couple…
After participating in a threesome with her boyfriend and a female schoolmate, Antoinette Oakes finds herself alone. But Toni is less upset by the loss of her boyfriend than she is by the realisation that her idea of the perfect relationship requires two people. A man and a woman.
The week before graduation, in the midst of setting up job interviews and apartment hunting in New York, Toni is summoned back home to Manchester, Georgia—a place she swore she’d never return to—and to a father she has no desire to see. The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
But keeping her eye on the ultimate prize, Toni is determined to move to New York, where the impossible dream of finding that perfect couple just might be possible. Something the small town intolerant community she grew up in would never understand. Toni wants the best of both worlds and will settle for nothing less, even if that means leaving Griffin and Avery behind, for a second time.
The Best of Both Worlds is all about Toni striving to find her perfect and permanent polyamorous relationship. But before that, Toni shared an unforgettable threesome with Street and Andi from the first book Streetlight People.
BLURB: Streetlight People
We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Here's an excerpt from Streetlight People
Street swept me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom. He set me gently on the bed then pulled his T-shirt over his head. My heart tripped at the sight of his bare chest and tanned, bulging biceps. I opened my arms to him. He levered himself above me and kneed my legs open, settling his hips between my legs. The weight of his big body felt good bearing down on me.
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down, because this was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle. I ran my hands over his back, exploring his hardness.
I could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. I wondered for a split second if she’d slipped a little something more into my drink than just the rum because, as I began to unwind, the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on too.
But I didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my neck
and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.The bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
“It’s okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
But I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
They worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it, or it was practised. I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
I looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord, twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
All of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to tangle.
I gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly, teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that short distance.
The snap on my jeans was released for the second time tonight and one of them unzipped me. I lifted my hips and they stripped me of my jeans and panties. I was completely naked now. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but thought I would die if we stopped now.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, for what you've all been waiting for, here's the contest/giveaway.
I will be giving away to one lucky commenter—both books — an e-book of Streetlight People and the sequel The Best of Both Worlds.
And the skill testing question is...
What is Toni/Annie's complete first name?
HINT: Check The Best of Both Worlds blurb displayed near the top of this post.
Leave your answer in the comments below and on January 30th, I will pick one winner. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address.
Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.
Until then my Streetlight Peeps...Take Care and Happy Reading.
H K
A Missing Scene + a 2 book #Giveaway #Contest #Ménage #mff
Reader Advisory : f/f and m/f/f interaction
— If this is not your thing stop reading now ...
As promised, I'm sharing a missing f/f scene from my latest m/f/f ménage release with Totally Bound, The Best of Both Worlds. And if you read to the end of this post, answer the question and leave your answer along with an email address in the comments section, you'll be entered in for a chance to win not just one, but two ebooks.
BLURB:
Single white female seeks perfect couple…
After participating in a threesome with her boyfriend and a female schoolmate, Antoinette Oakes finds herself alone. But Toni is less upset by the loss of her boyfriend than she is by the realisation that her idea of the perfect relationship requires two people. A man and a woman.
The week before graduation, in the midst of setting up job interviews and apartment hunting in New York, Toni is summoned back home to Manchester, Georgia—a place she swore she’d never return to—and to a father she has no desire to see. The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
But keeping her eye on the ultimate prize, Toni is determined to move to New York, where the impossible dream of finding that perfect couple just might be possible. Something the small town intolerant community she grew up in would never understand. Toni wants the best of both worlds and will settle for nothing less, even if that means leaving Griffin and Avery behind, for a second time.
Although this book is mff ménage, there is a reference to Toni and Avery's relationship that never really gets addressed within the story. I'll take the line right from the blurb as a set up—
The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
Here is the little bit more between Avery and Toni...
A little bit more…
I went back to my room and flopped on the bed and I allowed myself to think back to a time when everyone called me Annie and to the well-endowed boy that I'd left behind. And thoughts of Griff always led to Avery. The girl I’d shared a kiss with. I closed my eyes and could still picture our young pale bodies pressed together under the fresh smelling sheets…
The night started out like any other of our typical sleepovers. Scary movies, in my room, a bowl of popcorn, and falling asleep before we discovered who the killer was. But this night, Avery snuck a bottle of whiskey in her knapsack along with her pyjamas.
“There’s barely anything in there.” I laughed as she held it up; little Miss-straight-lace-perfect, so proud of her ill-gotten gains.
“It’ll be enough to get us giddy.”
“As if we need help with that,” I countered.
She twisted off the cap and had a swig then passed it to me. I took a big drink, swallowing quickly, thinking it would go down like water. I choked and coughed.
Avery snorted in complete amusement when I handed the bottle back.
“Light weight,” she said, when I wouldn’t drink any more. After that she finished it off and then promptly fell asleep.
But somewhere in the dark of night everything changed and I’m not even sure, who initiated it.
When I woke, Avery was on top of me and we were kissing. With tongues, like Griff and I kissed each other. But the rest of my body was on fire. I was really worked up. My breasts tingled where Avery’s touched mine. My lower body felt heavy. Achy. Wet.
I pulled up Avery’s nightie so that our bare skin would touch. Her flesh was warm and supple. She made strange noises, different from Griff but just as appealing.
“Shut up, Avery or my dad will hear us,” I said, into her mouth, unwilling to part from the raw intensity.
We squirmed all over, switching positions and arching into one another. Soon her nightgown and my overlong t-shirt were just in the way and as if by mutual decision, we shucked those in a hurry and resumed kissing.
Frantically, she clutched at my panties. We slid them down, then hers too. The next thing I knew we were touching. Parting each other’s legs, running our fingers through the luscious wet parts and certain spots felt better than others. The sensation was incredible really. My pussy throbbed with every beat of my rapid heart rate.
Reluctantly, I released her mouth. “Oh God, Avery it aches, but feels so good too!” I panted.
“I know, for me too,” she agreed, her breath also shallow.
In curiosity and fascination, I slid my fingers all around her nether lips, parting and exploring the delightful wet heat. I could smell arousal; Avery’s and my own.
“Do you ever touch yourself? In the bath or in bed?” I wondered aloud, hoping I wasn’t the only one. Sometimes I woke up from a dream so uncomfortable and hot, I just didn’t know what to do with myself.
She didn’t want to answer and squirmed for a different reason.
Embarrassed, I guessed.
“Don’t you and Griff do this stuff?” She asked.
“Well, we’ve started to, through our clothes at least, but haven’t exactly gotten to flesh yet,” I explained. "But when Griff and I touch, I get the same kind of sensations as I am now. My lower body gets all soft and gooey and Griff’s turns wonderfully hard.”
Avery bit her lower lip and my stomach leapt at the sight. Was she thinking about Griff's hard body too, I wondered?
Avery and I caressed each other, way more intimately than Griff and I ever had.
We all knew the mechanics of sex but this unknown thing called foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing.
Actresses in the movies or characters in books seemed to really enjoy it when they were fondled. The flicks Avery and I watched were tame though. We counted ourselves lucky if the hero snatched a handful of boob. Avery’s mom always rented them for us, so we weren’t allowed to get anything too raunchy or excessively violent.
“Avery," I hesitated but only for a moment. "Sometimes in the bathtub I put my fingers inside.” And to demonstrate, I rimmed her opening, toying with the idea of going a little deeper. Waiting, eager for her approval.
“Onhhh…” she breathed and her thigh quivered.
“It’s good, huh?” I coaxed, hoping she’d allow me in further.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. “Try it.”
I didn’t need any more invitation. Straightening my middle, I slowly penetrated my best friend, going in deep but gentle, until my knuckles nudged her pussy. She seemed so delicate compared to Griff.
“Mmm,” she sighed and her head lolled back.
“Lie back, sweetie, let me make you feel good.”
It was just beginning twilight outside and I could just vaguely make out her features. She looked up at me with such trust.
“Open your legs; pull your knees up.” I eased onto my hip, then turned onto my side. I slipped my finger smoothly, all the way into her, as far as I could reach. She was warm and wet, her inner walls stretching but then firming around the digit. I worked back out, just as leisurely, watching her face all the while, getting more excited myself by her expressions and the little mewling sounds she made.
Plunging back in, this time, she began to get restless.
Deliberately, I began to pick up the tempo, stroking her insides. Her pussy became saturated but slippy too allowing my finger to glide effortlessly. Inserting another, I was rewarded with a throaty moan.
I thrust into her again, but this time my thumb butted that special place; the incredibly sensitive little spot near the front.
Every time Griff found it, I’d pushed his hand away. The feeling was too good. Intensely raw and overwhelming. I didn’t know what would happen if I let him go any further. It made me feel like I’d lose control. What if I did something stupid and he laughed at me and didn’t want to be with me anymore? But with Avery, I was safe, and she was with me too. We’d been through everything together.
“Just a sec.” I warned as I withdrew. I readjusted my position, then reinserted two fingers, into her lubricated cunt. Then with my other hand, I touched her just where I wanted to be, but was too much of a coward to give in to the unknown. When I caressed Avery she made the most remarkable sound and I knew that she liked it. I only wanted to give her more; please her in every way. I stroked the tiny bud with tender little circles, loving the way that the tiny nubbin felt chafing under my fingertip.
“Ohhh, Annie, ohhh,” she all but sobbed, digging her heels into the mattress, pressing her mound into me. “So good…” she mumbled, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
All of a sudden, everything about her tightened. Her thighs and abdomen tensed. I’d been concentrating so much on jilling her off, that I’d forgotten about being sheathed inside her, until her pussy began to grip and contract, squeezing me tightly. I couldn't help the sound that escaped my throat, at the acute sensation of her juddering pussy clenching then releasing my fingers. I made that happen to her.
But Avery's reaction was so much more boisterous. “Oh…Oh…” she whimpered. “Annie!” She called right before her body shuddered powerfully and she pressed her pelvis into my hand, rocking against it again and again.
As she began to calm, in that moment, I wanted what she’d just experienced. As if she knew that, she reached for me but her fingers faltered as her fidgeting lessened.
“Please! Oh me! Now me!” I begged almost frantic. I positioned her hand where I needed it and set the rhythm before releasing her. She strummed my swollen clit, timidly at first. My body began to tingle all over. An intense burning centred right at that overly-sensitive pinpoint where Avery stroked. I wanted the intensity of it to last forever. I couldn’t stay still. My body took on a cadence all its own. I moved with her touch as if she played me.
Then all of a sudden something deep inside me broke free but gripped me at the same time and my hips moved of their own accord.
Avery covered my mouth with hers stifling my pleasure. She pulled me hard against her while we rubbed out mounds together. It was like nothing I’d ever accomplished on my own or with Griff. And as wonderful as it was, I was left wanting.
When I settled down, Avery looked at me in a way that she never had before. She kissed me so sweet and lovingly. We held onto each other, trembling with the wake of what had just happened. “That was amazing,” she whispered, smoothing my hair.
“I know. I want to do some more.”
She chuckled. “I’m sleepy now.”
Disappointed that she didn’t seem as eager as I was, I allowed her to cover us up again. But I kept running my hands over her, needing to touch her and be near her.
“Stop that, I can’t sleep with you rubbing me,” she yawned and took hold of my hand, lacing our fingers together.
We slept. But when I woke up, I wanted that rush again. I turned to Avery and kissed her awake. She smiled at me and we loved each other again, this time a little more focused on the things that made us feel good. We spent the rest of the day together, unable to keep our hands or our lips to ourselves. We even asked if we could spend the night together again, but Avery’s parents said she had to go home.
We stood outside as Avery put her backpack on and we walked her bike down the driveway, holding hands.
When we stopped I said, “I don’t want you to go.”
She turned and looked at me. “I don’t either. I don’t want to be away from you.”
I tucked her blonde hair behind her ear then stroked my hand down her smooth shoulder.
She swallowed and let her bike fall to the gravel and put her arms around me. “My boobs get hard every time we touch,” she whispered, holding me close. I placed my hand between us and rubbed one nipple, trying to make it better.
“I can feel that all the way down there,” she breathed. Avery pointed to where she meant, by using my body as the example. I started to tingle again as she massaged me through my shorts.
So caught up in our own little sensual world, I didn’t think about anything else but the pleasure and the love I felt for her, and the consequences of kissing her right there out in the open where anyone could see us, didn’t even occur to me. Until my daddy was there and yanking us roughly apart by the shoulders.
“Get your sleazy ass in the house. Now!” He yelled at me, then added as he turned away. “You’re just like your Goddamned mother!”
“And you, get home!” He then ranted at Avery. I saw tears streak down her cheeks as she hopped onto her bicycle, then she pedaled as if Satan himself were after her.
I didn’t cry. At least not then. I wouldn’t give my old man the satisfaction. But my face felt like it was on fire. I went to my room and I stayed there. My father never brought it up again.
I couldn't stop thinking about it though. I wanted to try so many things. Maybe next time, she would let me taste her. What would that be like? And would she want to do it to me? But every time I called Avery’s house, I wasn’t allowed to speak to her and at school, she kept her head down and wouldn’t even look at me. I was hurt. I attempted to talk to her but she always hustled away, too busy or in a rush, brushing me off.
I tried to put it out of my mind. But I couldn’t. Not only had I lost my best friend, I wanted that feeling of euphoria, that we’d found together, all the time.
The next time I saw Griffin, I all but attacked him and we clumsily had sex for the first time in the hayloft. It hurt and it only took a few minutes.
After that, we had sex all over the place. Anywhere we could be alone, and sometimes even when we weren’t, in my attempt to replicate the ecstasy I now craved. Yes, foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing, and sex was addictive. I was obsessed. I wanted it all the time. Now I loved and craved the sense of losing that control that I'd been so anxious about.
But the shameless glutton that I was, I wanted what both of them could give me. Griff and Avery. I yearned for her sweet softness and his spicy hardness. Her gentle touch and his firm hand. Her understanding of what I desired and his eager compulsion to fulfill my every whim.
Fuck what would it be like to lick Avery’s slippery fragrant pussy then turn to Griff and take his throbbing cock deep into my mouth. Or for Griffin to fill me, while she laved my breasts. It would be absolute heaven. The best of both worlds.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2014
I hope you enjoyed this missing scene.
Now because The Best of Both Worlds and Streetlight People are ménage stories, here's a little excerpt in the spirit of the genre. This time though how about a snippet from Streetlight People.
The Best of Both Worlds is all about Toni striving to find her perfect and permanent polyamorous relationship. But before that, Toni shared an unforgettable threesome with Street and Andi from the first book Streetlight People.
BLURB:
We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.
Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Street swept me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom. He set me gently on the bed then pulled his T-shirt over his head. My heart tripped at the sight of his bare chest and tanned, bulging biceps. I opened my arms to him. He levered himself above me and kneed my legs open, settling his hips between my legs. The weight of his big body felt good bearing down on me.
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down, because this was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle. I ran my hands over his back, exploring his hardness.
I could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. I wondered for a split second if she’d slipped a little something more into my drink than just the rum because, as I began to unwind, the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on too.
But I didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my neck
and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.
The bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
“It’s okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
But I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
They worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it, or it was practised. I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
I looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord, twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
All of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to tangle.
I gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly, teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that short distance.
The snap on my jeans was released for the second time tonight and one of them unzipped me. I lifted my hips and they stripped me of my jeans and panties. I was completely naked now. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but thought I would die if we stopped now.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, for what you've all be waiting for, here's the contest/giveaway.
I will be giving away to one lucky commenter—both books — an e-book of Streetlight People and the sequel The Best of Both Worlds.
And the skill testing question is...
What is Toni/Annie's complete first name?
HINT: Check The Best of Both Worlds blurb displayed near the top of this post.
Leave your answer in the comments below and on January 30th, I will pick one winner. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address.
Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.
Until then my Streetlight Peeps...Take Care and Happy Reading.
H K
As promised, I'm sharing a missing f/f scene from my latest m/f/f ménage release with Totally Bound, The Best of Both Worlds. And if you read to the end of this post, answer the question and leave your answer along with an email address in the comments section, you'll be entered in for a chance to win not just one, but two ebooks.
BLURB:
Single white female seeks perfect couple…
After participating in a threesome with her boyfriend and a female schoolmate, Antoinette Oakes finds herself alone. But Toni is less upset by the loss of her boyfriend than she is by the realisation that her idea of the perfect relationship requires two people. A man and a woman.
The week before graduation, in the midst of setting up job interviews and apartment hunting in New York, Toni is summoned back home to Manchester, Georgia—a place she swore she’d never return to—and to a father she has no desire to see. The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
But keeping her eye on the ultimate prize, Toni is determined to move to New York, where the impossible dream of finding that perfect couple just might be possible. Something the small town intolerant community she grew up in would never understand. Toni wants the best of both worlds and will settle for nothing less, even if that means leaving Griffin and Avery behind, for a second time.
Although this book is mff ménage, there is a reference to Toni and Avery's relationship that never really gets addressed within the story. I'll take the line right from the blurb as a set up—
The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
Here is the little bit more between Avery and Toni...
A little bit more…
I went back to my room and flopped on the bed and I allowed myself to think back to a time when everyone called me Annie and to the well-endowed boy that I'd left behind. And thoughts of Griff always led to Avery. The girl I’d shared a kiss with. I closed my eyes and could still picture our young pale bodies pressed together under the fresh smelling sheets…
The night started out like any other of our typical sleepovers. Scary movies, in my room, a bowl of popcorn, and falling asleep before we discovered who the killer was. But this night, Avery snuck a bottle of whiskey in her knapsack along with her pyjamas.
“There’s barely anything in there.” I laughed as she held it up; little Miss-straight-lace-perfect, so proud of her ill-gotten gains.
“It’ll be enough to get us giddy.”
“As if we need help with that,” I countered.
She twisted off the cap and had a swig then passed it to me. I took a big drink, swallowing quickly, thinking it would go down like water. I choked and coughed.
Avery snorted in complete amusement when I handed the bottle back.
“Light weight,” she said, when I wouldn’t drink any more. After that she finished it off and then promptly fell asleep.
But somewhere in the dark of night everything changed and I’m not even sure, who initiated it.
When I woke, Avery was on top of me and we were kissing. With tongues, like Griff and I kissed each other. But the rest of my body was on fire. I was really worked up. My breasts tingled where Avery’s touched mine. My lower body felt heavy. Achy. Wet.
I pulled up Avery’s nightie so that our bare skin would touch. Her flesh was warm and supple. She made strange noises, different from Griff but just as appealing.
“Shut up, Avery or my dad will hear us,” I said, into her mouth, unwilling to part from the raw intensity.
We squirmed all over, switching positions and arching into one another. Soon her nightgown and my overlong t-shirt were just in the way and as if by mutual decision, we shucked those in a hurry and resumed kissing.
Frantically, she clutched at my panties. We slid them down, then hers too. The next thing I knew we were touching. Parting each other’s legs, running our fingers through the luscious wet parts and certain spots felt better than others. The sensation was incredible really. My pussy throbbed with every beat of my rapid heart rate.
Reluctantly, I released her mouth. “Oh God, Avery it aches, but feels so good too!” I panted.
“I know, for me too,” she agreed, her breath also shallow.
In curiosity and fascination, I slid my fingers all around her nether lips, parting and exploring the delightful wet heat. I could smell arousal; Avery’s and my own.
“Do you ever touch yourself? In the bath or in bed?” I wondered aloud, hoping I wasn’t the only one. Sometimes I woke up from a dream so uncomfortable and hot, I just didn’t know what to do with myself.
She didn’t want to answer and squirmed for a different reason.
Embarrassed, I guessed. “Don’t you and Griff do this stuff?” She asked.
“Well, we’ve started to, through our clothes at least, but haven’t exactly gotten to flesh yet,” I explained. "But when Griff and I touch, I get the same kind of sensations as I am now. My lower body gets all soft and gooey and Griff’s turns wonderfully hard.”
Avery bit her lower lip and my stomach leapt at the sight. Was she thinking about Griff's hard body too, I wondered?
Avery and I caressed each other, way more intimately than Griff and I ever had.
We all knew the mechanics of sex but this unknown thing called foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing.
Actresses in the movies or characters in books seemed to really enjoy it when they were fondled. The flicks Avery and I watched were tame though. We counted ourselves lucky if the hero snatched a handful of boob. Avery’s mom always rented them for us, so we weren’t allowed to get anything too raunchy or excessively violent.
“Avery," I hesitated but only for a moment. "Sometimes in the bathtub I put my fingers inside.” And to demonstrate, I rimmed her opening, toying with the idea of going a little deeper. Waiting, eager for her approval.
“Onhhh…” she breathed and her thigh quivered.
“It’s good, huh?” I coaxed, hoping she’d allow me in further.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. “Try it.”
I didn’t need any more invitation. Straightening my middle, I slowly penetrated my best friend, going in deep but gentle, until my knuckles nudged her pussy. She seemed so delicate compared to Griff.
“Mmm,” she sighed and her head lolled back.
“Lie back, sweetie, let me make you feel good.”
It was just beginning twilight outside and I could just vaguely make out her features. She looked up at me with such trust.
“Open your legs; pull your knees up.” I eased onto my hip, then turned onto my side. I slipped my finger smoothly, all the way into her, as far as I could reach. She was warm and wet, her inner walls stretching but then firming around the digit. I worked back out, just as leisurely, watching her face all the while, getting more excited myself by her expressions and the little mewling sounds she made.
Plunging back in, this time, she began to get restless.
Deliberately, I began to pick up the tempo, stroking her insides. Her pussy became saturated but slippy too allowing my finger to glide effortlessly. Inserting another, I was rewarded with a throaty moan.
I thrust into her again, but this time my thumb butted that special place; the incredibly sensitive little spot near the front.
Every time Griff found it, I’d pushed his hand away. The feeling was too good. Intensely raw and overwhelming. I didn’t know what would happen if I let him go any further. It made me feel like I’d lose control. What if I did something stupid and he laughed at me and didn’t want to be with me anymore? But with Avery, I was safe, and she was with me too. We’d been through everything together.“Just a sec.” I warned as I withdrew. I readjusted my position, then reinserted two fingers, into her lubricated cunt. Then with my other hand, I touched her just where I wanted to be, but was too much of a coward to give in to the unknown. When I caressed Avery she made the most remarkable sound and I knew that she liked it. I only wanted to give her more; please her in every way. I stroked the tiny bud with tender little circles, loving the way that the tiny nubbin felt chafing under my fingertip.
“Ohhh, Annie, ohhh,” she all but sobbed, digging her heels into the mattress, pressing her mound into me. “So good…” she mumbled, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
All of a sudden, everything about her tightened. Her thighs and abdomen tensed. I’d been concentrating so much on jilling her off, that I’d forgotten about being sheathed inside her, until her pussy began to grip and contract, squeezing me tightly. I couldn't help the sound that escaped my throat, at the acute sensation of her juddering pussy clenching then releasing my fingers. I made that happen to her.
But Avery's reaction was so much more boisterous. “Oh…Oh…” she whimpered. “Annie!” She called right before her body shuddered powerfully and she pressed her pelvis into my hand, rocking against it again and again.
As she began to calm, in that moment, I wanted what she’d just experienced. As if she knew that, she reached for me but her fingers faltered as her fidgeting lessened.
“Please! Oh me! Now me!” I begged almost frantic. I positioned her hand where I needed it and set the rhythm before releasing her. She strummed my swollen clit, timidly at first. My body began to tingle all over. An intense burning centred right at that overly-sensitive pinpoint where Avery stroked. I wanted the intensity of it to last forever. I couldn’t stay still. My body took on a cadence all its own. I moved with her touch as if she played me.
Then all of a sudden something deep inside me broke free but gripped me at the same time and my hips moved of their own accord.
Avery covered my mouth with hers stifling my pleasure. She pulled me hard against her while we rubbed out mounds together. It was like nothing I’d ever accomplished on my own or with Griff. And as wonderful as it was, I was left wanting.
When I settled down, Avery looked at me in a way that she never had before. She kissed me so sweet and lovingly. We held onto each other, trembling with the wake of what had just happened. “That was amazing,” she whispered, smoothing my hair.
“I know. I want to do some more.”
She chuckled. “I’m sleepy now.”
Disappointed that she didn’t seem as eager as I was, I allowed her to cover us up again. But I kept running my hands over her, needing to touch her and be near her.
“Stop that, I can’t sleep with you rubbing me,” she yawned and took hold of my hand, lacing our fingers together.
We slept. But when I woke up, I wanted that rush again. I turned to Avery and kissed her awake. She smiled at me and we loved each other again, this time a little more focused on the things that made us feel good. We spent the rest of the day together, unable to keep our hands or our lips to ourselves. We even asked if we could spend the night together again, but Avery’s parents said she had to go home.
We stood outside as Avery put her backpack on and we walked her bike down the driveway, holding hands.
When we stopped I said, “I don’t want you to go.”
She turned and looked at me. “I don’t either. I don’t want to be away from you.”
I tucked her blonde hair behind her ear then stroked my hand down her smooth shoulder.
She swallowed and let her bike fall to the gravel and put her arms around me. “My boobs get hard every time we touch,” she whispered, holding me close. I placed my hand between us and rubbed one nipple, trying to make it better.
“I can feel that all the way down there,” she breathed. Avery pointed to where she meant, by using my body as the example. I started to tingle again as she massaged me through my shorts. So caught up in our own little sensual world, I didn’t think about anything else but the pleasure and the love I felt for her, and the consequences of kissing her right there out in the open where anyone could see us, didn’t even occur to me. Until my daddy was there and yanking us roughly apart by the shoulders.
“Get your sleazy ass in the house. Now!” He yelled at me, then added as he turned away. “You’re just like your Goddamned mother!”
“And you, get home!” He then ranted at Avery. I saw tears streak down her cheeks as she hopped onto her bicycle, then she pedaled as if Satan himself were after her.
I didn’t cry. At least not then. I wouldn’t give my old man the satisfaction. But my face felt like it was on fire. I went to my room and I stayed there. My father never brought it up again.
I couldn't stop thinking about it though. I wanted to try so many things. Maybe next time, she would let me taste her. What would that be like? And would she want to do it to me? But every time I called Avery’s house, I wasn’t allowed to speak to her and at school, she kept her head down and wouldn’t even look at me. I was hurt. I attempted to talk to her but she always hustled away, too busy or in a rush, brushing me off.
I tried to put it out of my mind. But I couldn’t. Not only had I lost my best friend, I wanted that feeling of euphoria, that we’d found together, all the time.
The next time I saw Griffin, I all but attacked him and we clumsily had sex for the first time in the hayloft. It hurt and it only took a few minutes.
After that, we had sex all over the place. Anywhere we could be alone, and sometimes even when we weren’t, in my attempt to replicate the ecstasy I now craved. Yes, foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing, and sex was addictive. I was obsessed. I wanted it all the time. Now I loved and craved the sense of losing that control that I'd been so anxious about.
But the shameless glutton that I was, I wanted what both of them could give me. Griff and Avery. I yearned for her sweet softness and his spicy hardness. Her gentle touch and his firm hand. Her understanding of what I desired and his eager compulsion to fulfill my every whim.
Fuck what would it be like to lick Avery’s slippery fragrant pussy then turn to Griff and take his throbbing cock deep into my mouth. Or for Griffin to fill me, while she laved my breasts. It would be absolute heaven. The best of both worlds.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2014
I hope you enjoyed this missing scene.
Now because The Best of Both Worlds and Streetlight People are ménage stories, here's a little excerpt in the spirit of the genre. This time though how about a snippet from Streetlight People.
The Best of Both Worlds is all about Toni striving to find her perfect and permanent polyamorous relationship. But before that, Toni shared an unforgettable threesome with Street and Andi from the first book Streetlight People.
BLURB:
We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.
Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Street swept me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom. He set me gently on the bed then pulled his T-shirt over his head. My heart tripped at the sight of his bare chest and tanned, bulging biceps. I opened my arms to him. He levered himself above me and kneed my legs open, settling his hips between my legs. The weight of his big body felt good bearing down on me.
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down, because this was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle. I ran my hands over his back, exploring his hardness.
I could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. I wondered for a split second if she’d slipped a little something more into my drink than just the rum because, as I began to unwind, the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on too.
But I didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my neck
and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.The bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
“It’s okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
But I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
They worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it, or it was practised. I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
I looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord, twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
All of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to tangle.
I gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly, teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that short distance.
The snap on my jeans was released for the second time tonight and one of them unzipped me. I lifted my hips and they stripped me of my jeans and panties. I was completely naked now. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but thought I would die if we stopped now.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, for what you've all be waiting for, here's the contest/giveaway.
I will be giving away to one lucky commenter—both books — an e-book of Streetlight People and the sequel The Best of Both Worlds.
And the skill testing question is...
What is Toni/Annie's complete first name?
HINT: Check The Best of Both Worlds blurb displayed near the top of this post.
Leave your answer in the comments below and on January 30th, I will pick one winner. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address.
Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.
Until then my Streetlight Peeps...Take Care and Happy Reading.
H K
January 25, 2014
#MySexySaturday ~ That Loving Feeling
Welcome to the 33nd week of My Sexy Saturday. Have you ever read about characters and wondered where their loving feelings have gone? Face it, we love characters coming back together after a fight, a long hiatus from each other or maybe it was a lifetime. We love seeing those characters getting their sexy back, remembering how it was to love someone.
Here's a snip from Lost Time (erotic time-travel romance)
“What are ya doin’ to me?” he pleaded. “I feel like I know ya, lass. I want nuthin’ more than to kiss ya.”
“Do it,” she challenged him breathlessly.
Llach barely moved and his lips were on Hannah’s. He closed his eyes when she opened to him and took control of her mouth. As soon as he did, flashes of her naked, writhing beneath him, blinded him behind his closed lids. Glimpses of various beautiful body parts danced evocatively through his mind. Of her on top of him, kissing his chest. It was more than just wishing to see her like that. It was more like a memory.
Llachlan wrenched his mouth from hers. “Why do I know ya?” His chest heaved. “Why do I know that ya have a tattoo on the inside of your wrist?” His thumb stroked the soft skin there.“The same reason that I know that you have one on your left bicep,” she answered, also breathing hard. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms, holding him tightly as he tensed at her words. “You know me.” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“How can I know that you have another just above your lovely left breast?” He imagined his lips closing over it and sucking softly, even though he could not remember exactly what the image depicted.
Hannah took hold of his chin. “Because you know me,” she whispered, as her lips closed over his. She went wild in his arms, pressing her lovely little body against his hard one. She didn’t kiss him timidly, like a guy expected a woman he’d just met to do. There was no exploration or awkwardness. She just went at him like a lover, driving him to forget to be gentle, driving the blackness in him to take over.
Her fingers battled with the clasp of his jeans as she palmed the length of his painful erection. He couldn’t stifle the growl that erupted from his chest.
He snaked his hand down her stomach, heading for the destination that his hungry cock wanted to be. He thumbed the button open and slid down the nylon zipper. “And how do I know that when I reach down here you will be as smooth as silk?” He slid his hand into her panties and groaned loudly when he found exactly what he knew would be there. “Oh God, it feels beautiful.” He slicked his fingers into the soft folds of her wonderfully wet cunt.He slipped a finger inside her. She gasped and clenched around him just as he’d known she would.
“I feel like I have already loved ya,” he murmured against her temple. “Not like my excitement for ya is new, but that I have already sunk myself into your sweet heat and I canna wait to get back there.”
©Copyright H K Carlton
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Within this frame, his curse is time…
Hannah Keys thinks she's setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she's renaming it the vacation from hell.When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist's masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt from Lost Time. Don't forget to check out the other My Sexy Saturday authors from the list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
January 24, 2014
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I'm so excited about this awesome deal from my publisher MuseItUp. Today and Tomorrow only, January 25 & 26 if you purchase my historical romance The Devil Take You, you will receive You Found Me FREE.
The Devil Take You is one of my absolute favourites out of the stories that I have penned. I not only enjoyed doing the research for the history that went into the story but I also surprised myself by creating an anti-hero, which is kind of rare in historical romance.
I have also loved hearing from readers who enjoyed and reviewed this book and was tickled to find that I was not the only one who fell in love with Gard Marschand. I guess we all really do love a bad boy.
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And another awesome little bonus; for a time The Devil Take You was an ARe Bestseller in the Romance>Scottish/Highlander eBooks category.
I also hope you enjoy You Found Me, which was my first book. The one that started my writing journey. It will always be special to me.
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I hope you take advantage of this incredible deal and more so I hope you fall in love with these characters the way I did.
Thank you, Lea!
The Devil Take You 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?
You Found Me
Injured, lost and alone, what more could a girl ask for than to be rescued by a roguish Scottish Laird and a proper English Duke?
Marcus Sunderland, reared in England, groomed from birth to be the Duke of Carlton, is everything a proper English gentleman should be. Unwaveringly loyal to his liege and childhood playmate Queen Elnor, devoted to his people and his country.
Laird Niall Lummisden of Clan Logan in Lomond, Scotland, is everything a roguish Scottish Laird should be. Dedicated to his clan. Friendly, easygoing, born with confident swagger, he is the complete antithesis to his English half-brother Marcus.
As the brothers travel to a royal engagement they discover a woman left for dead in the road, beaten beyond recognition. It is decreed by his Queen that Marcus must take the stranger back to his estate to recover from her injuries. The unidentified woman not only survives the vicious attack but, as she begins to heal and communicate, struggling to recall her life before they found her, both men are intrigued and attracted to her.
The Duke and the Laird have survived a lifetime of cultural and political differences, but can the brothers survive her?
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Below are a couple of interviews that I did with excerpts, if you'd like to read some samples.
Donna Gallagher's http://donnagallagherromance.wordpress.com/tag/the-devil-take-you/ Normandie Alleman's http://normandiealleman.com/2013/05/hk-carltons-the-devil-take-you/ Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.ca/2013/02/h-k-carlton-you-found-me.html Excerpt from You Found Me Marcus was in the training field with his men when Niall and a score of his men rode into the bailey. Niall dismounted, and the brothers clasped arms and slapped each other’s shoulders in greeting. “Still doona want ta put yer puny English dandies up against my braw warriors?” Niall stood grinning cockily, his fists on his hips, feet planted wide. “Your warriors,” Marcus coughed on the word, “are travel weary. ’Twould be a short and useless training session. Not enough to work up a sweat.” Niall threw back his dark head and roared with laughter. The brothers walked together toward the keep. “How be the lass?” Niall asked. Marcus looked away to answer; his brother was far too perceptive by half. “She is well.” “Any news?” “No. ’Tis frustrating how little we have found.” The brothers walked across the bailey, speaking loudly to be heard over the noise. As they shouted there was a lull in the commotion, just as the pair rounded the corner of the keep toward the garden where Marcus expected to find the subject of their conversation. She must have heard their voices, for she straightened from a crouching position and turned toward them. Both men stopped. Niall, who had been looking at his brother, followed Marcus’ gaze. She said something as she turned and brushed the hood of the cloak off her head, uncovering her long dark hair. Marcus tore his gaze from the girl to see his brother’s reaction. She was completely different looking from the last time Niall had seen her. Marcus wondered if Niall would have the same reaction to her as he had. What he was not prepared for was her reaction to Niall. At the sight of him, she yelled his name and bolted forward to launch herself into his arms. Niall’s face lit with an absolute joy, and he opened his arms to accept her assault as she vaulted into his welcoming embrace. “Oh, Niall, I have missed you so much,” her voice was muffled in his hair. “An’ I you, Sweet,” Niall replied huskily, still turning his burden in circles. Marcus felt punched in the gut. “Let me look at you, Sweet,” Niall coaxed, trying to ease her death grip from around his neck. “An’ I you,” she demanded. She slowly slid down Niall’s body and placed her feet back onto the ground. Marcus’s gut clenched again. Niall moved to encircle her heart-shaped face. His large fingertips almost reverently skimmed across the delicate flesh of the face Niall had never seen. When he left it had been ravaged and swollen. She still possessed a few marks that might never completely heal, but they did not detract from her beauty. Niall’s mouth quirked into a lopsided grin. Marcus turned his attention to the girl. His breath caught sharply. Her eyes were wide and bright with wonder and unshed tears. She lovingly traced the planes and scars of Niall’s face. Suddenly, Marcus felt as if he were intruding on an intimate, private reunion. But he could not pry his gaze away. Tears breached her lashes and cascaded down her cheeks. “Oh, Niall,” she breathed. “You are as beautiful as I dreamed you.” “Ah, lass, you…you are beautiful. I kent ya would be. Please doona cry,” he said as his thumbs pushed the wetness from her cheeks. He tried to make a joke to stop her tears. “Is it this hideous scar o’ mine tha’s makin’ ya cry?” He smiled wickedly and raised a dark brow at her. Her head tilted in questioning confusion and her face lost some of its shine. “What scar?” “Doona tell me ya canna see it?” He said incredulously and angled his cheek so she could not miss it. Her fingers traced the pale jagged line on his brother’s face well camouflaged with dark stubble. “Well, I do now,” she whispered. “Do you see my scars as you look at me, Niall?” “Yes, lass, I do,” he admitted, clear regret in his voice. “Do they make you feel differently about me? Is that all you see?” “No—” She interrupted him before he could finish. “I am looking at you,” the aching tenderness returned to her face, “and I see the man who matches the voice that willed me to live, the one who came to me in the darkness and made me feel safe. The soothing tone that sang to me and told me stories, read me poetry. Made me laugh when it hurt to laugh and I felt like I would never have a reason to laugh again.” Her tears flowed again. “That deep beautiful voice now has a face to match. I see your scar now, as you see mine. But they mean nothing.” She swiped at the moisture that gathered on Niall’s cheeks. “It does not change what we feel in here.” She finished placing her little hand over Niall’s heart. Niall’s much larger hand enveloped hers. Marcus turned and strode away, not wanting to hear Niall’s response. He could watch no more. A burning coldness stretched over both shoulders, down his chest, and into his stomach. He went straight to his chamber and poured a brandy. Taking a big swallow, he gazed out the window, raked his hand through his hair, and closed his eyes. The only image he could see was the couple touching each other lovingly...
The Devil Take You is one of my absolute favourites out of the stories that I have penned. I not only enjoyed doing the research for the history that went into the story but I also surprised myself by creating an anti-hero, which is kind of rare in historical romance.
I have also loved hearing from readers who enjoyed and reviewed this book and was tickled to find that I was not the only one who fell in love with Gard Marschand. I guess we all really do love a bad boy.
Reviews and ratings on Goodreads Reviews on Amazon
And another awesome little bonus; for a time The Devil Take You was an ARe Bestseller in the Romance>Scottish/Highlander eBooks category.
I also hope you enjoy You Found Me, which was my first book. The one that started my writing journey. It will always be special to me.
Goodreads Amazon
I hope you take advantage of this incredible deal and more so I hope you fall in love with these characters the way I did.
Thank you, Lea!
The Devil Take You 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?
You Found Me
Injured, lost and alone, what more could a girl ask for than to be rescued by a roguish Scottish Laird and a proper English Duke? Marcus Sunderland, reared in England, groomed from birth to be the Duke of Carlton, is everything a proper English gentleman should be. Unwaveringly loyal to his liege and childhood playmate Queen Elnor, devoted to his people and his country.
Laird Niall Lummisden of Clan Logan in Lomond, Scotland, is everything a roguish Scottish Laird should be. Dedicated to his clan. Friendly, easygoing, born with confident swagger, he is the complete antithesis to his English half-brother Marcus.
As the brothers travel to a royal engagement they discover a woman left for dead in the road, beaten beyond recognition. It is decreed by his Queen that Marcus must take the stranger back to his estate to recover from her injuries. The unidentified woman not only survives the vicious attack but, as she begins to heal and communicate, struggling to recall her life before they found her, both men are intrigued and attracted to her.
The Duke and the Laird have survived a lifetime of cultural and political differences, but can the brothers survive her?
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Donna Gallagher's http://donnagallagherromance.wordpress.com/tag/the-devil-take-you/ Normandie Alleman's http://normandiealleman.com/2013/05/hk-carltons-the-devil-take-you/ Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.ca/2013/02/h-k-carlton-you-found-me.html Excerpt from You Found Me Marcus was in the training field with his men when Niall and a score of his men rode into the bailey. Niall dismounted, and the brothers clasped arms and slapped each other’s shoulders in greeting. “Still doona want ta put yer puny English dandies up against my braw warriors?” Niall stood grinning cockily, his fists on his hips, feet planted wide. “Your warriors,” Marcus coughed on the word, “are travel weary. ’Twould be a short and useless training session. Not enough to work up a sweat.” Niall threw back his dark head and roared with laughter. The brothers walked together toward the keep. “How be the lass?” Niall asked. Marcus looked away to answer; his brother was far too perceptive by half. “She is well.” “Any news?” “No. ’Tis frustrating how little we have found.” The brothers walked across the bailey, speaking loudly to be heard over the noise. As they shouted there was a lull in the commotion, just as the pair rounded the corner of the keep toward the garden where Marcus expected to find the subject of their conversation. She must have heard their voices, for she straightened from a crouching position and turned toward them. Both men stopped. Niall, who had been looking at his brother, followed Marcus’ gaze. She said something as she turned and brushed the hood of the cloak off her head, uncovering her long dark hair. Marcus tore his gaze from the girl to see his brother’s reaction. She was completely different looking from the last time Niall had seen her. Marcus wondered if Niall would have the same reaction to her as he had. What he was not prepared for was her reaction to Niall. At the sight of him, she yelled his name and bolted forward to launch herself into his arms. Niall’s face lit with an absolute joy, and he opened his arms to accept her assault as she vaulted into his welcoming embrace. “Oh, Niall, I have missed you so much,” her voice was muffled in his hair. “An’ I you, Sweet,” Niall replied huskily, still turning his burden in circles. Marcus felt punched in the gut. “Let me look at you, Sweet,” Niall coaxed, trying to ease her death grip from around his neck. “An’ I you,” she demanded. She slowly slid down Niall’s body and placed her feet back onto the ground. Marcus’s gut clenched again. Niall moved to encircle her heart-shaped face. His large fingertips almost reverently skimmed across the delicate flesh of the face Niall had never seen. When he left it had been ravaged and swollen. She still possessed a few marks that might never completely heal, but they did not detract from her beauty. Niall’s mouth quirked into a lopsided grin. Marcus turned his attention to the girl. His breath caught sharply. Her eyes were wide and bright with wonder and unshed tears. She lovingly traced the planes and scars of Niall’s face. Suddenly, Marcus felt as if he were intruding on an intimate, private reunion. But he could not pry his gaze away. Tears breached her lashes and cascaded down her cheeks. “Oh, Niall,” she breathed. “You are as beautiful as I dreamed you.” “Ah, lass, you…you are beautiful. I kent ya would be. Please doona cry,” he said as his thumbs pushed the wetness from her cheeks. He tried to make a joke to stop her tears. “Is it this hideous scar o’ mine tha’s makin’ ya cry?” He smiled wickedly and raised a dark brow at her. Her head tilted in questioning confusion and her face lost some of its shine. “What scar?” “Doona tell me ya canna see it?” He said incredulously and angled his cheek so she could not miss it. Her fingers traced the pale jagged line on his brother’s face well camouflaged with dark stubble. “Well, I do now,” she whispered. “Do you see my scars as you look at me, Niall?” “Yes, lass, I do,” he admitted, clear regret in his voice. “Do they make you feel differently about me? Is that all you see?” “No—” She interrupted him before he could finish. “I am looking at you,” the aching tenderness returned to her face, “and I see the man who matches the voice that willed me to live, the one who came to me in the darkness and made me feel safe. The soothing tone that sang to me and told me stories, read me poetry. Made me laugh when it hurt to laugh and I felt like I would never have a reason to laugh again.” Her tears flowed again. “That deep beautiful voice now has a face to match. I see your scar now, as you see mine. But they mean nothing.” She swiped at the moisture that gathered on Niall’s cheeks. “It does not change what we feel in here.” She finished placing her little hand over Niall’s heart. Niall’s much larger hand enveloped hers. Marcus turned and strode away, not wanting to hear Niall’s response. He could watch no more. A burning coldness stretched over both shoulders, down his chest, and into his stomach. He went straight to his chamber and poured a brandy. Taking a big swallow, he gazed out the window, raked his hand through his hair, and closed his eyes. The only image he could see was the couple touching each other lovingly...
January 23, 2014
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January 19, 2014
The Best of Both Worlds General Release
The Best of Both Worlds (the sequel to Streetlight People) is now available at most vendors
It wasn’t just my future career I was anxious over. The other reason that I was determined to go to a big city was something I already knew deep down. My ménage experience with Street and Andi had absolutely solidified it. But they hadn’t wanted anything lasting. I needed a permanent polyamorous relationship. I knew that to make my life complete, I needed a couple. A perfect man and woman. I’d already had them in Griff and Avery. They were the pairing of my dreams. The best of both worlds.
Single White Female seeks perfect couple...
This is Toni's story...
Stop back in a few days; say around January 27th. I'm going to post an f/f scene.
From the blurb above — The last thing Toni expects is to reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
I'll share the 'little bit more' between Toni and Avery. So make sure to check back. It's a hot one!
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And to make it even more fun, I think I'll do a giveaway for that post. So make sure to check back for that one. As usual I'll shout about it on Twitter and FB.
Until next time, take care,H K
It wasn’t just my future career I was anxious over. The other reason that I was determined to go to a big city was something I already knew deep down. My ménage experience with Street and Andi had absolutely solidified it. But they hadn’t wanted anything lasting. I needed a permanent polyamorous relationship. I knew that to make my life complete, I needed a couple. A perfect man and woman. I’d already had them in Griff and Avery. They were the pairing of my dreams. The best of both worlds.
Single White Female seeks perfect couple...
This is Toni's story...
Stop back in a few days; say around January 27th. I'm going to post an f/f scene.
From the blurb above — The last thing Toni expects is to reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
I'll share the 'little bit more' between Toni and Avery. So make sure to check back. It's a hot one!
Totally Bound All Romance eBooks B&N Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon Canada Kobo Sony
And to make it even more fun, I think I'll do a giveaway for that post. So make sure to check back for that one. As usual I'll shout about it on Twitter and FB.
Until next time, take care,H K
