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June 10, 2019
Join the Party! Enter the #Giveaway – The Heart of the Deal – by Lisabet Sarai – Sizzling #BDSM #femdom #erotica
The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire
byLisabet Sarai
MF and FF BDSM Romantic Erotica (Triple X rated)78,000 wordsSmashwords and Amazon KDP ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463811948ASIN: B07SJY8PTC
Two Sides of the Same Coin
I love writing stories of power exchange – BDSM, dominance and submission, whatever you want to call it. My work in this genre is strongly influenced by my personal experiences in a D/s relationship. That relationship, many years ago, transformed me, deeply influencing not only my sexuality but my entire life.
I can’t speak for others, but for me the essence of D/s had little to do with physical activities – spankings, bondage, and so on – and everything to do with emotion, connection and trust. Oh, my Master blindfolded me, tied me up, whipped me, dribbled hot wax on my skin, all those thrilling activities we love to read about in BDSM fiction. But what he did wasn’t nearly as important as why.
He craved my submission. He wanted to use me for his kinky experiments, for his pleasure and mine. I gave him the gift of my surrender. I offered myself to him, body and spirit. I wanted him to challenge me, to push me beyond my limits, to take me places I could hardly imagine. We had an intimate contract based on trust and mutually complementary fantasies.
I’d never known such intense excitement, or such deep and enduring satisfaction.
One thing I learned from that relationship is that dominance and submission are two sides of the same coin. A skilled Dom understands at the gut level what the sub is experiencing. And a submissive can only give herself (or himself) fully if she can intuit what her Master wants.
In fact, people who end up as “tops” in the BDSM lifestyle quite often spend some time in the submissive role first. Likewise, depending on the partner, a normally submissive person can switch and act as the dominant. Even my Master admitted that he had fantasies of bottoming to a powerful woman. Meanwhile, I have frequent dreams in which I’m the Mistress commanding the obedience of a younger female.
In The Heart of the Deal, I explore the paradoxical duality of power exchange. Ruby and Rick are both extremely dominant characters. Yet both yearn for the freedom to let go, to surrender to a powerful top who will open them to the parts of themselves they keep hidden. This isn’t really a common theme in BDSM erotica/romance. However, based on personal experience, I’d say that it adds a realistic complexity to what has become a rather stereotyped genre.
Blurb:
All's fair in lust and business
Ruby Maxwell Chen, the lovely and ruthless CEO of a sprawling British business empire, has no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty. She’s happy to use sex to help her close a deal, especially when she’s the one on top. Ruby loves the game, and she expects to win. When she encounters the inexplicably charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match.
From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. As their struggle for dominance escalates and their mutual lust flares, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.
Note: This book was previously published under the titles Ruby’s Rules and Nasty Business. It has been re-edited, revised and updated for this release.
Buy Links
Kinky Literature
Amazon US Amazon UKSmashwordsBarnes and NobleKobo
Hop on over to Beyond Romance and leave a comment to enter the Giveaway for a chance to win a free ebook copy of The Heart of the Deal, a free copy of BDSM romance Damned If You Do, or a $10 bookstore gift certificate
Excerpt (Rated R)
“Why didn’t my father tell me that he had a partner in the deal? He never even mentioned you.”
Rick gives me a harried look. “I don’t know, Ruby. He talked a lot about you. He planned to send you to Malaysia to do a final inspection of the plant. He wanted me to join you there, to give you a technical briefing.” This, at least, was confirmed by the email I had read. “Maybe he wanted you to form your own conclusions about me. Maybe he thought you’d be jealous, if you knew that he was mentoring me.” A ghost of a grin flits across his irregular features. “He did say that you were hot-blooded, and had a fierce temper…”
“Did he indeed?” I say ironically, trying to keep the misery out of my voice. I’d thought that I knew my father so well, that I was privy to all his secrets. The revelation that he kept things from me, that he had other confidants, is painful. I lean forward, deliberately allowing Martell a glimpse of my cleavage, and look him in the eye. He licks his lips nervously. “So, was he right about me, Rick?”
“I don’t know, Ruby,” he replies softly. “I don’t know you well enough to say.” He pauses, raises his eyes to mine. “But I’d like to.”
I can’t comprehend how it happens. One moment he is standing there across from me, with the desk safely between us. The next, he’s beside me, pulling me to my feet. Kissing me. His wiry arms snake around me, pulling me to his chest. His lips are firm on mine, exploring rather than demanding. His scent swirls around me, dizzying me. The embers smoldering in my sex leap into flame.
“Rick…” I begin, but the taste and texture and presence of him overwhelm me. My objection melts into an inarticulate murmur of pleasure.
He kisses with his whole body. His hands are everywhere, stroking my arse, teasing my nipples. His knee finds its way into my crotch and sets up a rhythmic pressure that soon has me swollen and dripping. He is swollen, too. Brazenly, he rubs his rigid cock against my thigh, as he plunges his tongue more deeply into my mouth.
“Ruby,” he murmurs, alternating words with nibbles and licks. “I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I don’t reply. This is hardly news to me, but confidence and my lust both surge, to hear him admit it. I reach down and give his balls a moderately vicious squeeze. He moans and grinds himself harder against me.
I need to escape this embrace in order to gain the upper hand. I need to take advantage of his moment of weakness. But his carnal attentions are intoxicating. It’s difficult for me to break away. I’m like an alcoholic, wanting just one more drink, one more kiss, one more of his lewd caresses.
It might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I finally manage to gather my strength and push him backward. He doesn’t resist, just stands there looking at me. His clothes are wrinkled. One shirt tail is hanging out of his pants. His longish hair is tangled around his ears. In objective terms, he looks a bit pathetic. Certainly not what one would call sexy.
Yet my heart is slamming away like a jackhammer in my chest. I’m panting as though I’ve just done fifty sit ups, and damp—all over. His cherry pipe tobacco flavor lingers in my mouth. The echoes of his questing hands linger on my skin. The lack of his touch is a physical ache. I need those hands, those lips, that brash cock, need the relief that it seems only he can provide.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.
byLisabet Sarai
MF and FF BDSM Romantic Erotica (Triple X rated)78,000 wordsSmashwords and Amazon KDP ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463811948ASIN: B07SJY8PTC
Two Sides of the Same Coin
I love writing stories of power exchange – BDSM, dominance and submission, whatever you want to call it. My work in this genre is strongly influenced by my personal experiences in a D/s relationship. That relationship, many years ago, transformed me, deeply influencing not only my sexuality but my entire life.
I can’t speak for others, but for me the essence of D/s had little to do with physical activities – spankings, bondage, and so on – and everything to do with emotion, connection and trust. Oh, my Master blindfolded me, tied me up, whipped me, dribbled hot wax on my skin, all those thrilling activities we love to read about in BDSM fiction. But what he did wasn’t nearly as important as why.
He craved my submission. He wanted to use me for his kinky experiments, for his pleasure and mine. I gave him the gift of my surrender. I offered myself to him, body and spirit. I wanted him to challenge me, to push me beyond my limits, to take me places I could hardly imagine. We had an intimate contract based on trust and mutually complementary fantasies.
I’d never known such intense excitement, or such deep and enduring satisfaction.
One thing I learned from that relationship is that dominance and submission are two sides of the same coin. A skilled Dom understands at the gut level what the sub is experiencing. And a submissive can only give herself (or himself) fully if she can intuit what her Master wants.
In fact, people who end up as “tops” in the BDSM lifestyle quite often spend some time in the submissive role first. Likewise, depending on the partner, a normally submissive person can switch and act as the dominant. Even my Master admitted that he had fantasies of bottoming to a powerful woman. Meanwhile, I have frequent dreams in which I’m the Mistress commanding the obedience of a younger female.
In The Heart of the Deal, I explore the paradoxical duality of power exchange. Ruby and Rick are both extremely dominant characters. Yet both yearn for the freedom to let go, to surrender to a powerful top who will open them to the parts of themselves they keep hidden. This isn’t really a common theme in BDSM erotica/romance. However, based on personal experience, I’d say that it adds a realistic complexity to what has become a rather stereotyped genre.
Blurb:
All's fair in lust and business
Ruby Maxwell Chen, the lovely and ruthless CEO of a sprawling British business empire, has no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty. She’s happy to use sex to help her close a deal, especially when she’s the one on top. Ruby loves the game, and she expects to win. When she encounters the inexplicably charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match.
From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. As their struggle for dominance escalates and their mutual lust flares, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.
Note: This book was previously published under the titles Ruby’s Rules and Nasty Business. It has been re-edited, revised and updated for this release.
Buy Links
Kinky Literature
Amazon US Amazon UKSmashwordsBarnes and NobleKobo
Hop on over to Beyond Romance and leave a comment to enter the Giveaway for a chance to win a free ebook copy of The Heart of the Deal, a free copy of BDSM romance Damned If You Do, or a $10 bookstore gift certificate
Excerpt (Rated R)
“Why didn’t my father tell me that he had a partner in the deal? He never even mentioned you.”
Rick gives me a harried look. “I don’t know, Ruby. He talked a lot about you. He planned to send you to Malaysia to do a final inspection of the plant. He wanted me to join you there, to give you a technical briefing.” This, at least, was confirmed by the email I had read. “Maybe he wanted you to form your own conclusions about me. Maybe he thought you’d be jealous, if you knew that he was mentoring me.” A ghost of a grin flits across his irregular features. “He did say that you were hot-blooded, and had a fierce temper…”
“Did he indeed?” I say ironically, trying to keep the misery out of my voice. I’d thought that I knew my father so well, that I was privy to all his secrets. The revelation that he kept things from me, that he had other confidants, is painful. I lean forward, deliberately allowing Martell a glimpse of my cleavage, and look him in the eye. He licks his lips nervously. “So, was he right about me, Rick?”
“I don’t know, Ruby,” he replies softly. “I don’t know you well enough to say.” He pauses, raises his eyes to mine. “But I’d like to.”
I can’t comprehend how it happens. One moment he is standing there across from me, with the desk safely between us. The next, he’s beside me, pulling me to my feet. Kissing me. His wiry arms snake around me, pulling me to his chest. His lips are firm on mine, exploring rather than demanding. His scent swirls around me, dizzying me. The embers smoldering in my sex leap into flame.
“Rick…” I begin, but the taste and texture and presence of him overwhelm me. My objection melts into an inarticulate murmur of pleasure.
He kisses with his whole body. His hands are everywhere, stroking my arse, teasing my nipples. His knee finds its way into my crotch and sets up a rhythmic pressure that soon has me swollen and dripping. He is swollen, too. Brazenly, he rubs his rigid cock against my thigh, as he plunges his tongue more deeply into my mouth.
“Ruby,” he murmurs, alternating words with nibbles and licks. “I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I don’t reply. This is hardly news to me, but confidence and my lust both surge, to hear him admit it. I reach down and give his balls a moderately vicious squeeze. He moans and grinds himself harder against me.
I need to escape this embrace in order to gain the upper hand. I need to take advantage of his moment of weakness. But his carnal attentions are intoxicating. It’s difficult for me to break away. I’m like an alcoholic, wanting just one more drink, one more kiss, one more of his lewd caresses.
It might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I finally manage to gather my strength and push him backward. He doesn’t resist, just stands there looking at me. His clothes are wrinkled. One shirt tail is hanging out of his pants. His longish hair is tangled around his ears. In objective terms, he looks a bit pathetic. Certainly not what one would call sexy.
Yet my heart is slamming away like a jackhammer in my chest. I’m panting as though I’ve just done fifty sit ups, and damp—all over. His cherry pipe tobacco flavor lingers in my mouth. The echoes of his questing hands linger on my skin. The lack of his touch is a physical ache. I need those hands, those lips, that brash cock, need the relief that it seems only he can provide.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.
June 7, 2019
Cover Reveal + #Giveaway - A Debt Repaid - by Clarissa Wild @WildClarissa #DarkRomance
Title: A Debt Repaid
Series: The Debt Duet #2Author: Clarissa WildGenre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Clarissa Wild's Booming CoversRelease Date: June 25, 2019
Blurb
He stole my hand, but I won’t let him steal my heart.
On the worst day of my life I was given away by my own blood.
Sold to a handsome bad guy in exchange for my father’s debt.
Easton Van Buren claimed me and locked me up in his mansion.
That devilish man wanted more than just my body …
So I ran.
But when a rich man’s prized possession escapes…
He’ll do anything he can to get her back into his claws.
Anything he can to entice her heart to fall for him…
And submit.
Book Two of The Debt Duet.
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Excerpt
Through the city streets I run as fast as I can in my long white slanted-shoulder dress and high heeled pumps. People stare at me wherever I go, but I don’t know if it’s because of the ridiculously fancy outfit or the because of the way I run.
I’ve never run away from something this fast, never knew my legs could take me as far as they do. I’m going on pure adrenaline right now, and I don’t even know where I’m going, I just know I need to get away. Away from that store, away from Jill.
The shock and horror on her face replays over and over in my mind as my feet take me someplace I’ve never been. A sudden wave of guilt washes over me, because Jill could get punished for letting me go.
I pause for a moment.
Should I go back?
No, I’ve come too far, sacrificed too much to turn back.
The moment I stole that lady’s key and went out that door I made my decision. I need to stick to it, no matter the cost.
I need to get away from him. Easton Van Buren, my husband, my tormentor … But at what price?
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Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.Want to get an email when my next book is released? Sign up here to receive 4 FREE short stories: http://eepurl.com/FdY71
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June 6, 2019
Book Tour + #Giveaway - Written in the Stars - by T. Birmingham @WriterTBirm #MCRomance #RomanticSuspense
Guest Post
What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?
(not in any particular order)
I have so many favorites but when I think back to those I’ve read time and again, the ones I never get tired of, these are it. The thing about great literature is that a book may not be for everyone, but it offers new lessons to the person it touches. Each time, that reader gains something new. They grow. They experience. They become a better version of themselves.
1. Soaring by Kristen Ashley
2. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
3. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
4. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
5. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
6. Lover Eternal by J.R. Ward
7. Dance Upon the Air by Nora Roberts
8. Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling
9. Persuasion by Jane Austen
10. The Accidental Vampire by Lynsay Sands
My name is T. I started writing when in my single digits, and while this turned to poetry and songwriting in high school, in college I went back to my roots, and even added some bits. Since then, I’ve melded my love of poetry, of music, of fantasy and romance, of storytelling and relationships, of life and love and the pursuit of both, and I’ve created newer tales. I feel that my Fallen Eagles Series is the culmination of my journey so far, and although it’s only a couple books in, I’m excited to share these stories with you.
Written in the Stars Fallen Eagles MC Series, Book 2byT. Birmingham
Genre:MC Romantic Suspense
In the small town of Golden Trail, PA, the Fallen Eagles MC isn't just
any group of veterans. They're patrons of the community, the
protectors of veterans and townsfolk alike, and a motley group of
world military-trained men and women. And their small town isn't
afraid to call on the varied skills of this rough and ready crew to
help out on a case or two.
Summer brought us blackmail.
Winter will bring us murder.
With a Philly-based serial murderer on the loose, and the most recent
victim a member of their small town, the Fallen Eagles MC will deal
with one of the hardest cases they've ever encountered.
Davis “Eagle” Landon has given a lot for his country—an eye, a leg,
time with his kids. He’s retired now and as the owner of several
small businesses and the founder and President of the Fallen Eagles
MC, this former Texan has his roots firmly planted. He’s ready to
settle down again, and only one woman will do.
Winter is different. A bit of a loner. Quiet. Sarcastic. She’s also the
owner of the one and only full-service salon in Golden Trail and has
an amazingly supportive family and a close-knit group of friends who
love her for the odd woman she’s molded herself into. She still
feels like there’s something missing, though. As the youngest
Markham, she’s seen the many struggles her older sisters have
endured, and as much as the prospect scares her, she wants a love
that is all her own. The problem? Nosy sisters, a murderer killing
women who fit her description, and the guy she loves is a good twelve
years older and way out of her league.
Eagle and Winter have a tough road ahead, but what these two are about to realize is that not even death can separate two souls who are
f**cking written in the stars.
*Full-length novel
Trigger Warning: This book contains scenes of violence/sexual violence/gore that may be difficult for some readers.
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A Terrible Beauty
Fallen Eagles MC Series Book 1
In the small town of Golden Trail, PA, the Fallen Eagles MC isn't just
any group of veterans. They're patrons of the community, the protectors of veterans and townsfolk alike, and a motley group of world military-trained men and women. And their small town isn't afraid to call on the varied skills of this rough and ready crew to
help out on a case or two.
Ten years ago, Kit Markham left her high school sweetheart, Lee
Devereaux, behind to serve her country. The woman who returns is just
a shadow of her former self. She might be the kickass Second of the
Fallen Eagles MC, but she's also damaged—and it's an unbearable
struggle at times, just to make it through the day. The only things
that help are her veteran MC, the Fallen Eagles, her family, and
long, quiet rides on the back of Lee's bike.
Lee has his own share of war wounds, but none worse than the burden he’s taken on to see that the Kit he once knew finds herself again.
It’s been over two years since she returned home, and Lee still can’t
find the girl he once loved in the woman who’s become so lost. He’s
had it with being kept in the dark. He’s demanding answers—but
he’s not the only one who’s interested in Kit’s past.
When local soldiers, veterans, and their families start getting threats
from a team of blackmailers, Kit’s shocking history is revealed. A
twist that has Lee reeling and wondering if what they once had is
even salvageable.
*Novella Length: 31,000 words
Trigger Warning: This book contains situations of sexual abuse/assault/war violence that may be difficult for some readers.
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T. Birmingham believes words are our greatest form of magic. And making magic is what she loves best. But when it's time to put the wordsaside, T. enjoys drinking whiskey with her tribe, eating pretzels with Nutella, watching and reading as many stories as she can, especially romances, and traveling wherever the wind takes her-sometimes all at once. She also loves a sturdy (but cute) pair of cowgirl boots, is hoping to one day build a log cabin with her Man Bear, and she writes mystery and suspense in the Paranormal, Contemporary, and MC Romance genres.
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May 29, 2019
New Release - Through Roscoe's Eyes - by Kory Steed @KorySteed #MMRomance
Please Welcome Special Guest and fellow Evernight author, Kory Steed to the blog today with a sneak peek into newly released Through Roscoe's Eyes Book 2 in the Family Men Series
What people are saying about Through Roscoe’s Eyes:
“Kory Steed’s new book, Through Roscoe’s Eyes, is a tear-jerker with a very happy ending. If you love your pets, you’ll love this novel, because I think the animals stole the show in it.”
“You don’t want to miss this bestseller.”
“Check out this great title from this gifted author!”
Overview:
When Reggie sets out to continue his mother’s mission to feed the homeless, he never anticipated how much a chance encounter with an injured man, his small, gaunt dog, Roscoe, and sick, young cat, Cinders, would change the course of his life. With a winter storm approaching, Reggie makes a snap decision and brings the wary trio to his estate home to be cared for and nursed back to health.
Reggie learns the man’s name is Calvin, he was a quartermaster in the army, and he was dishonorably discharged prior to the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. Taking pity on the man and in need of someone to help him run his mother’s foundation, Reggie offers Calvin a job. With few prospects in sight to find shelter for his small family during the peak of winter, Calvin reluctantly accepts Reggie’s offer on a trial basis, but it is only one of many trials both men will face.
Eventually, yearnings Reggie and Calvin had buried deep inside begin to fan the nearly extinguished embers of passion in both men. With Calvin drawing emotional support from Roscoe and Cinders, and Reggie discovering an ally in his beloved housekeeper, both men explore their newfound attraction, edging them toward the precipice of an ecstasy neither could have imagined.
Will the discovery of a past connection between the two men’s families be enough to bring them together? Or will sinister, outside forces and an unexpected loss of life shatter the bonds between both families and both men for good?Buy Links:
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Teaser:
Reggie nodded and smiled as he closed the door behind them and then led Calvin to the foot of his bed. Placing both of his hands behind Calvin’s neck, he pulled him in and tenderly kissed his mouth. His hands slid down until he reached the top of Calvin’s shirt. He drew the shirttails from his pants and began to unbutton it.
“You’ll go slow, right?” Calvin asked as he pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Whatever you want, Calvin. We don’t have to push this. We can just talk if you like.”
Calvin’s eyes began to twinkle. “Hell no,” he said, seductively. “The time fer talkin’s over. I want the full treatment.” Then his face turned impish. “If you please, sir.”
Reggie laughed out loud. “Well you certainly don’t have any difficulty making your wishes known.”
“That ain’t never been one of my problems. I said it, ‘coz, well, you know, I ain’t had it in a while.”
“I’ll be very gentle,” Reggie assured him, “It’s been a while for me as well, but you have had sex before, anal sex I mean, right?
“Oh, hell yeah, but it’s been more ’n a couple o’ years. Things likely t’ have un-stretched if’n ya know what I means.”
“I do, and I hope you’ll not be the only one to be re-stretched tonight, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll do my best.” Calvin reached for Reggie’s shirt, but Reggie stopped him when he cupped his chin with his right hand and drew him toward him by the shoulder with his left. Calvin’s arms fell to his sides as a moan escaped his mouth when Reggie ran his tongue up his neck and ended behind his ear.
“God, you smell good,” Reggie whispered. “You taste even better, but there’s something I’ve wanted to taste even more for days now.” Reggie dropped to his knees and frantically yanked at Calvin’s belt. He undid the top button, and slid down the fly of his pants, then pulled them to the floor in one fell swoop. Immediately his mouth was upon the thick, seven-inch, hard shaft, drawing it into his mouth through the boxers’ fabric.
As Calvin’s legs began to tremble, he grasped Reggie’s head, steadying himself. “You’re gonna make me buckle over if’n you keep that up.”
“Mmm,” Reggie moaned.
When he slipped the mushroomed head through the boxers’ fly and sucked down the liquid-gold pre-cum oozing from the tip, Calvin grunted. “Damn, boy, you know what to do with a mouth!”
Spurred on by Calvin’s words, Reggie began to bob his head up and down, sucking extra hard as his lips passed over the head’s flange. He drew the shaft in further until his face bounced off Calvin’s belly when it reached the back of his throat.
Calvin could feel himself being brought closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as his prostate began to shudder. “No, Reggie! Wait! Please slow down.” He began to pant. “I want the first … first time I come … come with you to be … to be with you inside me.”
“So good … you taste so good,” Reggie moaned between breaths, not slowing down in the least.
“Reggie!” Calvin cried out as he stumbled forward.
As he fell toward the floor, Reggie’s grip was broken as Calvin caught himself against the footboard of the bed. “Damn, boy, I nearly came. You got yourself one hell of an appetite there!”
“And then some,” Reggie said, with a leer.
Calvin sat down on the floor and held his hands out in front of him. “Please, can we slow this down a smidge? We got all night.”
“Yeah, we do,” Reggie answered with lust in his voice. “And I’m planning to dine on you several times before morning.”
“Then let’s do this right.” How ‘bout a shower, or a bath first?”
“Even better. Then we’ll be all slick and slippery.”
“This here’s a different side of you I ain’t never seen, fer sure. I think I like it, Reggie, but it’s gonna take some gettin’ used t’.”
“Sorry,” Reggie said anxiously. “I’m just so worked up right now. I can’t believe this is really happening, not to me, not now, and I don’t want it to slip by.”
Calvin caressed Reggie’s face. “Me neither.”
“I was so sure I wasn’t going to let it happen. I was determined to not allow my desire for you to ruin the friendship that began to develop between us. And besides, you’re my employee.”
Calvin leaned forward and reached out to caress Reggie’s face. “I ain’t makin’ light of it, but I sure am glad you decided otherwise, ‘coz I’m gonna need help with this,” he said as he gazed into Reggie’s eyes and drew his hand to his pulsating shaft. Then he lowered his eyes to Reggie’s groin. “And I think you’re gonna need help, too.”
Calvin pushed Reggie back up and rose to his knees as he began to unfasten Reggie’s pants. As the belt came free, and Reggie helped to shimmy them and his briefs down, his eight inches of manhood sprang free. It was so thick, Calvin’s fingertips barely met when he wrapped his hand around it. So engorged with blood, its purpled veins contorted and seethed, begging for release, as the shaft swelled and bounced with each heartbeat.
Reggie moaned as Calvin caressed its length with his fingertips. “There’s only one thing that will relieve it, Calvin.”
“I know.” Calvin answered as he licked his lips and leaned forward. “And I’m gonna help you out with that right now, as best I can.”
The moment he pressed his lips to the swollen, purpled head, Calvin began to suck greedily, drawing in the briny nectar that oozed through the slit at the tip. He licked his thumb and index finger and formed them into a ring, then wrapped them around the sensitive spot behind the ridge, extending the pressure his lips exerted and gently milked back and forth across the sensitive glans. As saliva slid down the shaft, it lubricated his grip even more, sending shivers up Reggie’s spine.
“Oh, fuck!” Reggie cried out. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Yeah, baby, just like that!”
“So good … tastes so good,” Calvin moaned in response. “Gawd, it’s been so long … so damn long.”
Reggie began to slowly thrust his hips forward, advancing his cock until it pushed through Calvin’s stretched lips. He continued to thrust until it reached the back of Calvin’s mouth, nearly dislocating his jaw with its girth. Calvin gagged and his eyes watered, but he pressed on and swallowed as the head passed his tonsils, drawing the tip down his throat. Reggie shuddered as pleasure waves spread from his loins and out through his body when the thickened saliva that formed at the back of Calvin’s throat slicked the path his cock followed. “Baby, you’re bringing me close. You’re going to make me come.”
Calvin slid off his cock, choking as it left his throat. “Ain’t that the idea?” he said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
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Eventually, yearnings Reggie and Calvin had buried deep inside begin to fan the nearly extinguished embers of passion in both men. With Calvin drawing emotional support from Roscoe and Cinders, and Reggie discovering an ally in his beloved housekeeper, both men explore their newfound attraction, edging them toward the precipice of an ecstasy neither could have imagined.
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Reggie nodded and smiled as he closed the door behind them and then led Calvin to the foot of his bed. Placing both of his hands behind Calvin’s neck, he pulled him in and tenderly kissed his mouth. His hands slid down until he reached the top of Calvin’s shirt. He drew the shirttails from his pants and began to unbutton it.
“You’ll go slow, right?” Calvin asked as he pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Whatever you want, Calvin. We don’t have to push this. We can just talk if you like.”
Calvin’s eyes began to twinkle. “Hell no,” he said, seductively. “The time fer talkin’s over. I want the full treatment.” Then his face turned impish. “If you please, sir.”
Reggie laughed out loud. “Well you certainly don’t have any difficulty making your wishes known.”
“That ain’t never been one of my problems. I said it, ‘coz, well, you know, I ain’t had it in a while.”
“I’ll be very gentle,” Reggie assured him, “It’s been a while for me as well, but you have had sex before, anal sex I mean, right?
“Oh, hell yeah, but it’s been more ’n a couple o’ years. Things likely t’ have un-stretched if’n ya know what I means.”
“I do, and I hope you’ll not be the only one to be re-stretched tonight, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll do my best.” Calvin reached for Reggie’s shirt, but Reggie stopped him when he cupped his chin with his right hand and drew him toward him by the shoulder with his left. Calvin’s arms fell to his sides as a moan escaped his mouth when Reggie ran his tongue up his neck and ended behind his ear.
“God, you smell good,” Reggie whispered. “You taste even better, but there’s something I’ve wanted to taste even more for days now.” Reggie dropped to his knees and frantically yanked at Calvin’s belt. He undid the top button, and slid down the fly of his pants, then pulled them to the floor in one fell swoop. Immediately his mouth was upon the thick, seven-inch, hard shaft, drawing it into his mouth through the boxers’ fabric.
As Calvin’s legs began to tremble, he grasped Reggie’s head, steadying himself. “You’re gonna make me buckle over if’n you keep that up.”
“Mmm,” Reggie moaned.
When he slipped the mushroomed head through the boxers’ fly and sucked down the liquid-gold pre-cum oozing from the tip, Calvin grunted. “Damn, boy, you know what to do with a mouth!”
Spurred on by Calvin’s words, Reggie began to bob his head up and down, sucking extra hard as his lips passed over the head’s flange. He drew the shaft in further until his face bounced off Calvin’s belly when it reached the back of his throat.
Calvin could feel himself being brought closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as his prostate began to shudder. “No, Reggie! Wait! Please slow down.” He began to pant. “I want the first … first time I come … come with you to be … to be with you inside me.”
“So good … you taste so good,” Reggie moaned between breaths, not slowing down in the least.
“Reggie!” Calvin cried out as he stumbled forward.
As he fell toward the floor, Reggie’s grip was broken as Calvin caught himself against the footboard of the bed. “Damn, boy, I nearly came. You got yourself one hell of an appetite there!”
“And then some,” Reggie said, with a leer.
Calvin sat down on the floor and held his hands out in front of him. “Please, can we slow this down a smidge? We got all night.”
“Yeah, we do,” Reggie answered with lust in his voice. “And I’m planning to dine on you several times before morning.”
“Then let’s do this right.” How ‘bout a shower, or a bath first?”
“Even better. Then we’ll be all slick and slippery.”
“This here’s a different side of you I ain’t never seen, fer sure. I think I like it, Reggie, but it’s gonna take some gettin’ used t’.”
“Sorry,” Reggie said anxiously. “I’m just so worked up right now. I can’t believe this is really happening, not to me, not now, and I don’t want it to slip by.”
Calvin caressed Reggie’s face. “Me neither.”
“I was so sure I wasn’t going to let it happen. I was determined to not allow my desire for you to ruin the friendship that began to develop between us. And besides, you’re my employee.”
Calvin leaned forward and reached out to caress Reggie’s face. “I ain’t makin’ light of it, but I sure am glad you decided otherwise, ‘coz I’m gonna need help with this,” he said as he gazed into Reggie’s eyes and drew his hand to his pulsating shaft. Then he lowered his eyes to Reggie’s groin. “And I think you’re gonna need help, too.”
Calvin pushed Reggie back up and rose to his knees as he began to unfasten Reggie’s pants. As the belt came free, and Reggie helped to shimmy them and his briefs down, his eight inches of manhood sprang free. It was so thick, Calvin’s fingertips barely met when he wrapped his hand around it. So engorged with blood, its purpled veins contorted and seethed, begging for release, as the shaft swelled and bounced with each heartbeat.
Reggie moaned as Calvin caressed its length with his fingertips. “There’s only one thing that will relieve it, Calvin.”
“I know.” Calvin answered as he licked his lips and leaned forward. “And I’m gonna help you out with that right now, as best I can.”
The moment he pressed his lips to the swollen, purpled head, Calvin began to suck greedily, drawing in the briny nectar that oozed through the slit at the tip. He licked his thumb and index finger and formed them into a ring, then wrapped them around the sensitive spot behind the ridge, extending the pressure his lips exerted and gently milked back and forth across the sensitive glans. As saliva slid down the shaft, it lubricated his grip even more, sending shivers up Reggie’s spine.
“Oh, fuck!” Reggie cried out. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Yeah, baby, just like that!”
“So good … tastes so good,” Calvin moaned in response. “Gawd, it’s been so long … so damn long.”
Reggie began to slowly thrust his hips forward, advancing his cock until it pushed through Calvin’s stretched lips. He continued to thrust until it reached the back of Calvin’s mouth, nearly dislocating his jaw with its girth. Calvin gagged and his eyes watered, but he pressed on and swallowed as the head passed his tonsils, drawing the tip down his throat. Reggie shuddered as pleasure waves spread from his loins and out through his body when the thickened saliva that formed at the back of Calvin’s throat slicked the path his cock followed. “Baby, you’re bringing me close. You’re going to make me come.”
Calvin slid off his cock, choking as it left his throat. “Ain’t that the idea?” he said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
May 28, 2019
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Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems…
Assigned the unenviable task of taking down the untouchable Travino crime family, undercover ATF Agent Kate Benson and her veteran partner Mike Pennington are thrown into the seedy underworld of organized crime.
Kate is asked to draw on her past experience as a dancer and infiltrate one of Travino’s skin clubs, In the Flesh.
Posing as Vivienne, Kate meets exotic dancer Carly. From the moment they first dance together, she can’t seem to keep her mind or her greedy hands off the dynamic dancer. Together they sizzle on stage and off. She soon realizes she’s falling for Carly but knows from past experience that beginning a relationship built on half-truths is a recipe for failure.
As Kate attempts to straddle the line between doing her job and being as honest as she can be with Carly, while still maintaining her cover, Kate and Mike are caught snooping around the club after hours by none other than the mob boss himself.
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“We’d better get back to work.” Carly pulled on Kate's arm.
“Are you sure?” Kate whined jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. She let her limb go slack. “I think we should scrap this number and go old school.”
“Bump-and-grind?” Carly’s cute little nose wrinkled in distaste.
“Okay, I’m easy. If you don’t want to do that, how about you simply give me a lap dance?” Though kidding, another steamier, erotic image flitted through Kate’s dirty mind of Carly sitting in her lap, doing figure-eights with her hips, their cunts nearly touching.
“That way, I don’t have to dance. No one will question my skill, or lack thereof. I can sit back and watch you.”
Carly played along. “The audience would love it.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “And we might, too.”
Guaranteed, Kate added silently.
“Nice try. Get your fine ass up.” Kate let Carly pull her to her feet. “It’s time for you to dance with me.”
Once they were in hold, Carly peered into her eyes. “But play your cards right, baby, and I’ll give you the lap dance of a lifetime.” As she was speaking, she yanked their bodies together. Kate gasped at the intimate contact as well as the provocative promise. Carly’s gaze snapped to hers.
“Sore muscles,” she lied deftly. “Body parts I haven’t used in a while.”
“All right. Open up a bit.” Carly inserted her knee between Kate’s legs. “This is where I want your focus.”
Kate was trying really hard not to concentrate there.
“These next steps are fast.”
With a guiding hand, Carly turned them in a dizzying series of quick-succession steps across the floor. But Carly’s sexy flare of hip action and innate way she flipped her hair made it much more carnal. The top half of her body was so stiff and immovable, the bottom half fluid yet powerful.
The first try, Kate lost her balance.
“Center your chest to mine.”
Kate realigned in an attempt to imitate the other woman’s tense frame. Better prepared, Kate readied herself for the whirlwind to come.
“Inhale.” Carly pulled their combined frames tall and set out, calling steps and direction as they quick-stepped across the space. “When we stop, I want your feet staggered, like we’re going to do a turn, open step.” When they came to an abrupt halt, Kate watched in the mirrors as Carly raised one knee and did a series of rapid, intricate footwork in the vee of Kate’s stance.
“That was incredible,” Kate cheered.
Carly paused long enough to expend a small smile before she barked more orders. “Hop and together.” She readjusted. “And promenade.”
Breathless, Kate followed, trying not to stumble.
“Stop. Lean into me. Drag your leg slowly up mine. Point your foot.” In a side lunge, Carly slid her leg out on an angle as Kate gradually raked her toe upward. Carly caressed her thigh then eased her foreleg around back. “Tuck your calf to my ass. I won’t let you fall. Put your crotch right up against my pelvis and inner thigh.” She cupped Kate’s backside, roughly pulling her into position. “Yeah, right here.”
Kate’s pussy throbbed.
With the most amazing show of strength, Carly held them both in that suspended position. With a sharp thrust of her hip, Carly bucked Kate from her perch and broke the hold. She immediately grabbed Kate’s head and twisted, lining up their mouths.
Once they were eye-to-eye, Kate realized they were both breathing hard. In slow motion, Carly’s tongue peeked out and she wet her lips. Her gaze dropped to Kate’s mouth. Kate’s stomach clenched as Carly closed the distance.
For a moment, they breathed each other’s air.
Kate tilted her head. Carly slanted hers the other way. Their lips barely touched when, without warning, she straightened and said, “Let’s do it again. Just like that.”
Stunned, both physically and emotionally, Kate struggled to catch her balance. Was she imagining this attraction? Was it all about the fucking dance?
“I promise, it’ll be much hotter when we put it all together.”
Holy fuck! Hotter? Every erogenous zone was already smoldering.
Carly strutted back to the start point and tapped one foot impatiently.
They went over it again and again, each time becoming easier, but still arousing as fuck.
“That one was really good,” Carly praised after another set. She took Kate by the shoulders, turning her to face one wall of mirrors. She pressed her front to Kate’s back, her high breasts flattened, warm and firm. Her pelvic bone rested against Kate’s bum. Kate’s skin prickled everywhere they touched.
Stickler that she was, Carly started to run through some of the finer moves, once again.
Kate tried her best to concentrate on the choreography and not the phenomenal body contouring her back.
“You’ve done so well today, Vivi.” A rush of her warm breath tickled Kate’s ear.
As one, they reached for the ceiling.
“Full extent of the arm, rolling off our fingertips. Arch your back. Press your bum into me. Yes! That’s perfect.” There was a bit of a rasp to her voice.
With their right arms still in the air, from behind, Carly wound her other arm around Kate’s midsection and gave a squeeze. For a moment, their gazes connected in the mirror before Carly’s attention strayed. Kate followed her focus. Her chest heaved from the exertion, nipples straining against the tight-fitting In the Flesh T-shirt. Perspiration made it cling to her.
Slowly, Carly began to lower her arm, but on the descent smoothed her fingers lightly from Kate’s wrist to forearm. Goosebumps erupted everywhere she touched. Especially when she reached the soft, sensitive skin of the inner biceps. This was not part of the routine.
Carly grazed Kate’s underarm. It tickled but also sent a wet rush between her legs. Though Kate was mesmerized by the trip Carly’s hand was taking, she dragged her gaze back to the woman’s in the mirror.
With deliberate slowness, Carly lowered her head and ran her lips from Kate’s shoulder up the side of her neck. All the while, her hand continued the journey downward, skimming the swell of her breast. Kate’s nipples stiffened to hard points. A deep, delicious ache pooled her outer labia.
Carly swirled her fingertips in a circular pattern over Kate’s breast, teasing every nerve ending, sending tendrils of need right to the straining peaks and below. Kate stifled a groan.
Every whorl inched closer to Kate’s stinging nipple. To Kate’s delight, Carly was also ascending with her other hand, closing in on the opposite breast. Unable to hold it in any longer, Kate moaned in anticipation.
Carly took her time and teased unmercifully, rubbing softly, exploring her breasts. Even when she finally neared the tight buds, she hesitated. Scissoring her fingers, she trapped Kate’s nipples and gave them a little pinch.
“Onh,” Kate moaned deep in her throat. Kate arched, brazenly pressing her breasts fully into Carly’s touch, seeking more. At the same time, she thrust out her backside, hoping Carly would press her hard mound there. She wasn’t disappointed.
Unexpectedly, Tavis barged in.
Kate froze.
Carly closed her eyes and dropped her forehead to Kate’s shoulder. “Fer fuck,” she whispered.
Kate’s body thrummed with need.
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May 27, 2019
Book Tour + #Giveaway - Gates of Heaven - by M. Tasia @MTasiaAuthor #contemporary #MMRomance
SaintGates of Heaven Book 1byM. Tasia
Genre:M/M Contemporary Romance
MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION
After the death of their mother, Frank "Saint" Jeffrey knew the only way to protect his younger brother was to strike a deal with their autocratic, cruel, abusive father. In exchange for his brother's freedom to live his life as he wished, Saint promised to follow in his father's footsteps and become a preeminent surgeon in his father's medical practice. When events he never could have predicted took away Saint's ability to perform surgery, the bargain became null and void. With no safety net, and a life without purpose, Saint moved across the country, bought a wreck of a building in DTLA, and hoped while resurrecting the property he'd find a reason to live again. Then Max Connor entered his life, and Saint was dragged from the darkness of desolation into the light of love.
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FinnGates of Heaven Book 2
Finn knew the life he’d found at The Gates was a dream his past would
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Fleeing from his existence as an outcast child in a fanatic cult, Finn
Masterson makes his way to Los Angeles, only to find an unforgiving
city with little prospects for a teenager with few life skills. After
years of living on the streets in DTLA, doing anything and everything
required to survive, Finn finds a home, a job, and kindness with
Saint Jeffrey, who is renovating a grand old building mere blocks
from Skid Row. Finn knows better than to trust a good thing, so when
harassing texts and calls culminate in threats to the people he has
come to care about—especially a former Marine, Miguel
Fernandez—Finn returns to the streets to keep those he loves safe.
But one single-minded, stubborn warrior brings Finn back into the
fold, and they defeat his last remaining enemy giving them the
freedom to pursue their forever.
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M. Tasia, is an author who lives in Ontario, Canada. She's a member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter, the Toronto Romance Writers. Michelle is a dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels, 80's rock, and happy endings, who grew up with a love of reading. Mother of three wonderful children, wife to one understanding husband and servant to two spoiled furry children who don't seem to realize, that they're actually cats.
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Release Blitz + #Giveaway - A Debt Owed - by Clarissa Wild @WildClarissa #DarkRomance
Title: A Debt OwedAuthor: Clarissa WildGenre: Dark RomanceRelease Date: May 27, 2019
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My enemy’s daughter … offered to me as payment towards a debt.
Now she’ll become my wife … my pet.
I wasn’t always cold-hearted and vindictive.
She made me that way.
Charlotte Davis … the most beautiful and privileged princess there is.
I’d kill for her to be mine.
We met by chance at her father’s wedding … And then again years later.
But she forgot about me. Ignored me. Enraged me.
Then her father did the unforgivable, and I made it my lifelong goal to ruin him ...
By taking her as payment towards a debt he owed.
A debt she will repay by marrying me.
Until death do us part.
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One hiccup. Two hiccups. A sniff.
With my ear pressed against her door, I can hear every sound, every breath.
I can’t stop biting my lip as I listen, wondering what she’s doing right now. Something muffles her cries, a pillow perhaps. I imagine her hugging it tight as she curls up on my guest bed … her bed. In her room. The room I gave her as a prison to stay in.
I shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t stay away either. Wherever she is, I’ve always wanted to follow. It’s what drove me to her in the first place, what made me take her away from her father.
She’s right. I’m a cruel monster who only cares about his own desires. But a part of me, somewhere deep inside, wishes for something else too. Something … better. Something real.
But we can’t have that. We never could and never will.
Not when she’s my hostage, someone I keep in a soft and velvety cage for my selfish needs.
My hand lingers on the wood, nails digging in as my heart sinks into my shoes. I’m fighting the urge to unlock the door and go inside.
I have no place in her room. Not after taunting her to the brink of despair. Did I go too far? The knife and fork were only a game—a way to toy with her emotions—but the sight of her obeying me filled me with such power that it consumed me and made me lash out. I wanted her to eat that cake until she was full and then sink to her knees and take my cock as a second dessert.
But that was a filthy dream of mine. Nothing more.
I should’ve known my fantasies would interfere with my ability to reason. I couldn’t keep my cool and made her face the rage inside me. Of course, she’s upset.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh. I don’t want to be this mean. I want to make her happy.
But I want her to suffer too, and those wishes clash like hell. I want her to know what it did to me when she chose to deny me and chose her goddamn father over me. That fucking arrogant son of a bitch who didn’t even love her … who ruined her for me.
Who worked my father to death … literally.
Taking in a deep breath, I lean away from the door and stare at it for a few seconds. Then I turn around and walk away. But there will come a time when I won’t be able to keep that door locked. When I won’t stop myself from touching her … from kissing her. And that day will be here sooner than she thinks.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA TodayBestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and
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May 25, 2019
Editor's Choice - The Devil Take You - #historical #romance @eXtasyBooks
So this happened!
What a delightful surprise!
I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun…
Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, 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.
Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard Marschand, raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost—even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His determination is all-consuming until he and his men, lay siege to Ross-shire holding and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?
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"What a fabulous, well crafted story! I could hardly put it down. I love Brae as much as I loved Holly in the Always Cambridge series. They’re not the same character at all, but Brae is just as spunky, brave, creative, smart and grounded. Well done, HK!" ~ Editor
"Let HK take you on a journey of discovery. Braelynn Galbraith is forever finding herself in some serious scrapes despite all good intentions. A tough heroine who meets her match in the intense and determined Gard Marschand. I could not put the book down until I knew what happened next." ~ Editor
What a delightful surprise!
I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun…
Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, 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.
Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard Marschand, raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost—even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His determination is all-consuming until he and his men, lay siege to Ross-shire holding and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?
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"What a fabulous, well crafted story! I could hardly put it down. I love Brae as much as I loved Holly in the Always Cambridge series. They’re not the same character at all, but Brae is just as spunky, brave, creative, smart and grounded. Well done, HK!" ~ Editor
"Let HK take you on a journey of discovery. Braelynn Galbraith is forever finding herself in some serious scrapes despite all good intentions. A tough heroine who meets her match in the intense and determined Gard Marschand. I could not put the book down until I knew what happened next." ~ Editor
May 23, 2019
Author Interview with Seelie Kay - New Release - Cult [Feisty Lawyers #3] #RomanticSuspense @SeelieKay
Cult
Feisty Lawyers #3 bySeelie Kay
Release Date: May 17, 2019
Publisher: Extasy BooksRomantic Suspense, three flames
An Interview with Seelie Kay:
Q. Why do you write romance?
Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.
Q. Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?
I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, I also love strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.
Q. Why did you write “Cult?”
For two reasons. First, I have done extensive research on a religious cult a family member was involved in many years ago. There is specific type of personality that succeeds as a cult leader. They offer something others aren’t finding in their real life or through mainstream religion. Their grip on others is daunting. In many instances, however, a cult leader is nothing more than a con man with a great sales pitch. I wanted to explore that. Second, when I was in college, I had friends who got involved in cults. They gave up all of their worldly goods and submitted blindly to one man. And once in, they couldn’t get out. Fortunately, some did finally escape, but they were forever changed.
As I was doing my research, I realized that many cults treat their members as slaves, a form of human trafficking. Their free will has been taken away. Someone else does their thinking for them. As long as they submit and obey, they receive the basics—food and shelter. However, the consequences of nonconformance can be dire--physical abuse, incarceration, even death. It was not a story I could ignore.
Q. How does your former profession as a lawyer impact your writing?
My friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories!
Blurb:
It’s supposed to be a simple assignment. A quick trip to a South American country for an “in and out” fact-finding mission. Unfortunately, the cult has other ideas.
When college students begin disappearing from American campuses, a notorious cult, God’s Delight, is the primary suspect. God’s Delight has been hosting shows featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll around the country, and young people are flocking to them.
Among the missing is the President’s goddaughter, and he wants answers. When he asks Agent Cade Matthews, a member of a secret covert organization, to find her, the mission appears fairly straightforward. Find the God’s Delight compound, determine whether a welfare check on American cult members is warranted, and get out. Simple. Clean. Easy.
Cade sends newly-married Agents Dianna Murphy and Anders Mark to the University of Wisconsin to follow the trail to God’s Delight, but when they wind up in Bolivia, things go sideways. Suddenly, what appeared to be nothing more than a simple in-and-out could cost Dianna her life. When an Agency extraction is ordered, chaos erupts, and the question becomes, will anyone survive?
Excerpt:
“But everyone can leave when they want, right?”
Tillie cocked her eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course. But why would they? This is paradise.”
“It is indeed, darling Miranda,” drawled a deep sultry voice. A tall, well-built man dressed in a white cossack, a thick wooden cross draped around his neck, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. His loose, long blonde hair framed a tan, handsome face with a strong nose and a wicked, full-lipped grin. He turned his piercing blue eyes toward Dianna and smiled. “Hello,” he said.
The man studied her, his expression predatory.
Dianna shifted uncomfortably. So, Tillie is using another name. Meaning she’s undercover. Noted. Dianna stuck out her hand and said. “Hi, I’m Bennie. I’m one of the students from Wisconsin working over at the orphanage. You were kind enough to allow us to stay here.”
The man took her hand and stroked it, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “Tell me, Bennie from Wisconsin, what do you think of my paradise?” His hand moved to her lower arm.
Dianna flushed. My paradise? Is this Reverend John? “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. But hot. And humid. Really humid.” She gazed up into the man’s eyes, somewhat stunned at the lust she found there. My God, he looks like he wants to devour me. Dianna quickly looked away.
The man chuckled. “You get used to it. But we keep the air-conditioning on in the dormitories for the newbies and limit their time in the sun. And of course, we all take a siesta during the hottest part of the day if we need one.” He released her arm. “We worship at day’s end when the air begins to cool. Otherwise, things get a little…sweaty.” He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, gently tugging her hair. Then he walked away. Dianna’s gaze did not leave him as children followed him, playfully competing for his attention. Just like Jesus.
Buy links:eXtasy BooksComing soon to all other major booksellers!
About Seelie Kay:
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, and The President’s Daughter.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
Author links:WebsiteBlogTwitter @SeelieKayFacebookAmazon Author Page
Prior Books:Kinky BriefsKinky Briefs TooKinky Briefs ThriceKinky Briefs QuatroKinky Briefs CinqueThe Garage DwellerA Touchdown To RememberThe President's WifeSnatching DianaThe President's DaughterInfamySeizing Hope
Coming soon:Hope (Part Four, Feisty Lawyers): TBD
Feisty Lawyers #3 bySeelie Kay
Release Date: May 17, 2019
Publisher: Extasy BooksRomantic Suspense, three flames
An Interview with Seelie Kay:
Q. Why do you write romance?
Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.
Q. Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?
I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, I also love strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.
Q. Why did you write “Cult?”
For two reasons. First, I have done extensive research on a religious cult a family member was involved in many years ago. There is specific type of personality that succeeds as a cult leader. They offer something others aren’t finding in their real life or through mainstream religion. Their grip on others is daunting. In many instances, however, a cult leader is nothing more than a con man with a great sales pitch. I wanted to explore that. Second, when I was in college, I had friends who got involved in cults. They gave up all of their worldly goods and submitted blindly to one man. And once in, they couldn’t get out. Fortunately, some did finally escape, but they were forever changed.
As I was doing my research, I realized that many cults treat their members as slaves, a form of human trafficking. Their free will has been taken away. Someone else does their thinking for them. As long as they submit and obey, they receive the basics—food and shelter. However, the consequences of nonconformance can be dire--physical abuse, incarceration, even death. It was not a story I could ignore.
Q. How does your former profession as a lawyer impact your writing?
My friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories!
Blurb:
It’s supposed to be a simple assignment. A quick trip to a South American country for an “in and out” fact-finding mission. Unfortunately, the cult has other ideas.
When college students begin disappearing from American campuses, a notorious cult, God’s Delight, is the primary suspect. God’s Delight has been hosting shows featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll around the country, and young people are flocking to them. Among the missing is the President’s goddaughter, and he wants answers. When he asks Agent Cade Matthews, a member of a secret covert organization, to find her, the mission appears fairly straightforward. Find the God’s Delight compound, determine whether a welfare check on American cult members is warranted, and get out. Simple. Clean. Easy.
Cade sends newly-married Agents Dianna Murphy and Anders Mark to the University of Wisconsin to follow the trail to God’s Delight, but when they wind up in Bolivia, things go sideways. Suddenly, what appeared to be nothing more than a simple in-and-out could cost Dianna her life. When an Agency extraction is ordered, chaos erupts, and the question becomes, will anyone survive?
Excerpt:
“But everyone can leave when they want, right?”
Tillie cocked her eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course. But why would they? This is paradise.”
“It is indeed, darling Miranda,” drawled a deep sultry voice. A tall, well-built man dressed in a white cossack, a thick wooden cross draped around his neck, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. His loose, long blonde hair framed a tan, handsome face with a strong nose and a wicked, full-lipped grin. He turned his piercing blue eyes toward Dianna and smiled. “Hello,” he said.
The man studied her, his expression predatory.
Dianna shifted uncomfortably. So, Tillie is using another name. Meaning she’s undercover. Noted. Dianna stuck out her hand and said. “Hi, I’m Bennie. I’m one of the students from Wisconsin working over at the orphanage. You were kind enough to allow us to stay here.”
The man took her hand and stroked it, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “Tell me, Bennie from Wisconsin, what do you think of my paradise?” His hand moved to her lower arm.
Dianna flushed. My paradise? Is this Reverend John? “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. But hot. And humid. Really humid.” She gazed up into the man’s eyes, somewhat stunned at the lust she found there. My God, he looks like he wants to devour me. Dianna quickly looked away.
The man chuckled. “You get used to it. But we keep the air-conditioning on in the dormitories for the newbies and limit their time in the sun. And of course, we all take a siesta during the hottest part of the day if we need one.” He released her arm. “We worship at day’s end when the air begins to cool. Otherwise, things get a little…sweaty.” He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, gently tugging her hair. Then he walked away. Dianna’s gaze did not leave him as children followed him, playfully competing for his attention. Just like Jesus.
Buy links:eXtasy BooksComing soon to all other major booksellers!
About Seelie Kay:
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, and The President’s Daughter.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
Author links:WebsiteBlogTwitter @SeelieKayFacebookAmazon Author Page
Prior Books:Kinky BriefsKinky Briefs TooKinky Briefs ThriceKinky Briefs QuatroKinky Briefs CinqueThe Garage DwellerA Touchdown To RememberThe President's WifeSnatching DianaThe President's DaughterInfamySeizing Hope
Coming soon:Hope (Part Four, Feisty Lawyers): TBD
May 22, 2019
Book Tour + #Giveaway - When It's All Said & Done - by Denise N. Wheatley @DeniseWheatley #romance
When It's All Said & Done byDenise N. Wheatley Genre:Contemporary Romance
Savvy, fun-loving writer Leslie James dreams of one day joining Limelight magazine’s writing staff. In the meantime, she keeps her journalistic skills sharp with Blissful Beauties, a beauty blog that celebrates all women.
Leslie’s passion for writing takes her mind off her current relationship status: Single. She’s okay with leaving love out of the equation, until she meets Michael—a handsome, sexy single father and sports journalist with everything Leslie could want in a man. At the urging of her supportive, sassy best friend Crystal, Leslie befriends Michael but insists that they remain strictly platonic, but Michael has other plans. He’s determined to make Leslie his lady for life, and as their undeniable chemistry begins to sizzle, Leslie is powerless to resist him.
But their budding romance is abruptly cut short when Michael’s ex-wife suddenly resurfaces, wanting to rekindle their relationship. Will the love Leslie has for Michael ever be enough to truly win his heart?
Reader Alert! Leslie James is at her wits’ end when it comes to love. The minute she decides to throw in the towel, gorgeous and charming Michael Allgood comes along. Mesmerized by this fine specimen of a man, and against her better judgement, Leslie decides to give him a chance—but she regrets that decision when his greedy ex-wife Mia suddenly shows up on his doorstep. Can Michael prove to Leslie that his intentions are good and he wants a love with her that’ll last forever?
To My Readers: I’ve been a lover of romance for as long as I can remember. WHEN IT’S ALL SAID & DONE is fun, contemporary romantic comedy that’s very close to my heart. As the novel came to fruition, I found myself wanting to be friends with the smart, savvy, beautiful women in the book and date the handsome, strong, sexy, men! My goal was to tell an entertaining story that embodies matters of the heart and would leave readers thinking about these colorful characters long after the final chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Denise N. Wheatley is a lover of romance, happy endings and the art of storytelling. She used to cry as a three-year old child when her mother read to her because she so badly wanted to read the booksherself! Once she learned, Denise constantly had her nose in a novel (especially the ones she’d sneak from her mom’s bookshelf). She’s been writing for as long as she can remember and draws inspiration
from Chicago, the city where she was born and raised, as well as Los Angeles, which is one of her favorite places in the world. Denise has published several books and novellas with Simon & Schuster, Red Sage Publishing, eXtasy Books and independently, has written
screenplays and teleplays, and has ghostwritten for some of your
faves. When she isn’t sitting behind her computer, you can find
Denise in a movie theater, on a tennis court, watching true crime
television or chatting on social media.
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