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April 13, 2016
A Normal Girl by Angora Shade
It's that time again - happy hump day one and all! This week Angora Shade joins us to showcase her brand new release, A Normal Girl.
Thanks for joining us here, Angora. Can you tell us your motivation for writing A Normal Girl?
[Angora] The purpose of this book is to demonstrate how society portrays sex in a negative fashion while ironically practising in secret what they preach to be taboo. My hope is to expose this to readers through my protagonist's somewhat negative sexual encounters and the ironic fetishes he has himself that are revealed at the end.
This sounds fascinating, Angora. Can you share the blurb with us?
[Angora] Sure, here's the blurb for the book, releasing today in the Torquere Press taboo "Red Line" range.
Ryan, a geeky technology apprentice student, is determined to lose his virginity. Shy by nature, his lack of experience with women has left him unfamiliar with ideas other than vanilla sex. In his search for his ideal girl, he seeks out those he deems normal, only to be faced with and turned off by their sexual kinks. After failed attempts with two classic beauties, Ryan takes a chance on the oddball, discovering that normal is relative, and that he and his ideal girl are anything but vanilla.
Thanks Angora, now how about a scorching little excerpt..?
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“Cream makes me rabid,” she purrs at him, her voice low and controlled. She looks up at his face, watching for his reaction, feeling his lips clamp around her finger as she pulls it back out of his mouth completely clean.
Ryan adjusts his glasses again, and flattens himself up against the wall of aprons as she pushes up against him. She deliberately pushes her bust into him, enjoying the wide-eyed and uncertain expression on his face. He barely opens his mouth in time as she forces her creampuff toward him, smearing a wide ring of white around his lips and cheeks. He chews and swallows what he manages to take into his mouth, and then stands frozen, like a prey animal crossing the road, caught in headlights.
Beth laughs softly. “Oh dear, look what I’ve done.”
She pushes her hand against his chest and feels the hard outline of his pectoral muscles. She’s secretly pleased, thinking he must work out, and she digs her fingernails lightly into the cotton fabric of his white polo. Parting her lips, she rises up slightly on her tiptoes, and slips her tongue between her teeth, taking a long, slow, labored lick from the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve made a clean spot,” she taunts as she comes to rest flat against the floor.
Pressing her perky breasts into him a bit harder, she rises up a second time, sliding against the resistance of their clothing and back to his face. She feels him shudder and his arms twitch at his sides. She’s ecstatic; growing even wetter between her thighs, eagerly licking from the bottom of Ryan’s chin and up over his mouth. The quiver upon his lips sends her alight, and she can’t help but discard the creampuff to the floor and run her hands up over his shoulders. She hates that she kisses him so desperately, but mentally shakes her impatience away, giving in to the moment completely.
Remaining cream smears across them both. Beth can taste it as her lips pucker and part, and then make contact again. She loves that Ryan kisses her back, undisturbed by the sweet addition of the cream that slides between them. It doesn’t even bother her that his kisses are nervous and hesitant. It’s just the way she likes it. A hesitant man knows his place. A hesitant man will do what he’s told.
Beth pulls back from Ryan’s lips and drags her hands from the tops of his shoulders, down his arms to his hands. Pulling him gently away from the wall, she moves backward toward the table. Feeling her lower buttocks bump the edge, she stops and brings Ryan’s hands up to her breasts. She feels him stiffen when his skin makes contact with the worn fabric of her apron, his palms easily swallowing her average bust. A slight push into them, she sighs and reaches out to grab his face.
“Bet-h-h…” he stutters into her mouth.
She spins Ryan around and kisses him with intense force. He stumbles, and Beth is pleased to hear a satisfying rumble as the heavy table behind them shifts a bit over the floor as he stumbles into it. Ryan’s arms instinctively reach behind himself and away from her in search of stability, irritating her. She smacks him hard across the face; angry his attention would waver over such an insignificant thing like balance. His glasses come askew, slipping down the bridge of his nose.
Ryan straightens up. Shocked to attention, he pushes his glasses back to their rightful position. Surprise burns equally in his eyes as on the abused skin of his cheek. He stares blankly at her a moment, and then looks down at his feet. “Beth, this—”
She breaks him off mid-sentence with a second slap across his other cheek. Harder this time, the action stings her hand, and seeing the flushing red of her force upon his skin causes tingles of lust in her nether region.
She sees his emotions flowing between confusion, frustration, and desire, causing her to lick her lips in greedy anticipation as she reaches to the table for another creampuff. Bringing it up to his mouth, she again forces him to take a bite.
Creampuff in his mouth or not, he stares at her, speechless. Clearly Ryan has no idea how to respond. She doesn’t blame him. She knows her looks are deceiving. Blonde, tan, and delicately boned like the traditional Baywatch beauty, she muses she’s transformed before his eyes from a deliciously attractive coworker into some crazed and famished hell kitten. Surely he’s never been struck before—at least not by a girl—and she secretly hopes he enjoys the sting on his face she continues to feel in her hand.
Ryan swallows the bite without taking his eyes from hers. Smiling at him, she reaches behind her head with her free hand and undoes the knot of her apron from around her neck. It falls to her waist, folding over at the bow upon her lower back, revealing a white cotton shirt with a low-dipping V-neck. Beth takes a bite of the creampuff, and then squishes it flat against her exposed cleavage.
“Oops,” she says innocently, raising her eyebrows and drawing her lips together like a pouty child. “I’m dirty.”
She watches Ryan gulp. He’s so nervous that the air in the room has become electric with anticipation, almost supercharged with explosive energy. He stands stiff and immobile as she feels his erection push softly into her torso. In order to help ease his shyness, she takes charge again, reaching with both her hands up to his face, removing his glasses and setting them onto the tabletop. His eyes wander with her movements, but come back to her face as she pulls and guides his head with both her hands down to the sticky mess on her chest.
“Clean me up,” Beth commands.
Ryan’s eyes dance from her face to her chest as he slowly bends his neck, still wet and glassy from the power of her smack. Beth wishes she could hear him thinking—hopefully something naughty, dirty, or negative about her aggressive actions—if only to have a reason to smack him again.
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Check out the book right here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.ph...
Enjoy the rest of your week everyone!
Felicity Brandon
Thanks for joining us here, Angora. Can you tell us your motivation for writing A Normal Girl?
[Angora] The purpose of this book is to demonstrate how society portrays sex in a negative fashion while ironically practising in secret what they preach to be taboo. My hope is to expose this to readers through my protagonist's somewhat negative sexual encounters and the ironic fetishes he has himself that are revealed at the end.
This sounds fascinating, Angora. Can you share the blurb with us?
[Angora] Sure, here's the blurb for the book, releasing today in the Torquere Press taboo "Red Line" range.
Ryan, a geeky technology apprentice student, is determined to lose his virginity. Shy by nature, his lack of experience with women has left him unfamiliar with ideas other than vanilla sex. In his search for his ideal girl, he seeks out those he deems normal, only to be faced with and turned off by their sexual kinks. After failed attempts with two classic beauties, Ryan takes a chance on the oddball, discovering that normal is relative, and that he and his ideal girl are anything but vanilla.
Thanks Angora, now how about a scorching little excerpt..?
......
“Cream makes me rabid,” she purrs at him, her voice low and controlled. She looks up at his face, watching for his reaction, feeling his lips clamp around her finger as she pulls it back out of his mouth completely clean.
Ryan adjusts his glasses again, and flattens himself up against the wall of aprons as she pushes up against him. She deliberately pushes her bust into him, enjoying the wide-eyed and uncertain expression on his face. He barely opens his mouth in time as she forces her creampuff toward him, smearing a wide ring of white around his lips and cheeks. He chews and swallows what he manages to take into his mouth, and then stands frozen, like a prey animal crossing the road, caught in headlights.
Beth laughs softly. “Oh dear, look what I’ve done.”
She pushes her hand against his chest and feels the hard outline of his pectoral muscles. She’s secretly pleased, thinking he must work out, and she digs her fingernails lightly into the cotton fabric of his white polo. Parting her lips, she rises up slightly on her tiptoes, and slips her tongue between her teeth, taking a long, slow, labored lick from the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve made a clean spot,” she taunts as she comes to rest flat against the floor.
Pressing her perky breasts into him a bit harder, she rises up a second time, sliding against the resistance of their clothing and back to his face. She feels him shudder and his arms twitch at his sides. She’s ecstatic; growing even wetter between her thighs, eagerly licking from the bottom of Ryan’s chin and up over his mouth. The quiver upon his lips sends her alight, and she can’t help but discard the creampuff to the floor and run her hands up over his shoulders. She hates that she kisses him so desperately, but mentally shakes her impatience away, giving in to the moment completely.
Remaining cream smears across them both. Beth can taste it as her lips pucker and part, and then make contact again. She loves that Ryan kisses her back, undisturbed by the sweet addition of the cream that slides between them. It doesn’t even bother her that his kisses are nervous and hesitant. It’s just the way she likes it. A hesitant man knows his place. A hesitant man will do what he’s told.
Beth pulls back from Ryan’s lips and drags her hands from the tops of his shoulders, down his arms to his hands. Pulling him gently away from the wall, she moves backward toward the table. Feeling her lower buttocks bump the edge, she stops and brings Ryan’s hands up to her breasts. She feels him stiffen when his skin makes contact with the worn fabric of her apron, his palms easily swallowing her average bust. A slight push into them, she sighs and reaches out to grab his face.
“Bet-h-h…” he stutters into her mouth.
She spins Ryan around and kisses him with intense force. He stumbles, and Beth is pleased to hear a satisfying rumble as the heavy table behind them shifts a bit over the floor as he stumbles into it. Ryan’s arms instinctively reach behind himself and away from her in search of stability, irritating her. She smacks him hard across the face; angry his attention would waver over such an insignificant thing like balance. His glasses come askew, slipping down the bridge of his nose.
Ryan straightens up. Shocked to attention, he pushes his glasses back to their rightful position. Surprise burns equally in his eyes as on the abused skin of his cheek. He stares blankly at her a moment, and then looks down at his feet. “Beth, this—”
She breaks him off mid-sentence with a second slap across his other cheek. Harder this time, the action stings her hand, and seeing the flushing red of her force upon his skin causes tingles of lust in her nether region.
She sees his emotions flowing between confusion, frustration, and desire, causing her to lick her lips in greedy anticipation as she reaches to the table for another creampuff. Bringing it up to his mouth, she again forces him to take a bite.
Creampuff in his mouth or not, he stares at her, speechless. Clearly Ryan has no idea how to respond. She doesn’t blame him. She knows her looks are deceiving. Blonde, tan, and delicately boned like the traditional Baywatch beauty, she muses she’s transformed before his eyes from a deliciously attractive coworker into some crazed and famished hell kitten. Surely he’s never been struck before—at least not by a girl—and she secretly hopes he enjoys the sting on his face she continues to feel in her hand.
Ryan swallows the bite without taking his eyes from hers. Smiling at him, she reaches behind her head with her free hand and undoes the knot of her apron from around her neck. It falls to her waist, folding over at the bow upon her lower back, revealing a white cotton shirt with a low-dipping V-neck. Beth takes a bite of the creampuff, and then squishes it flat against her exposed cleavage.
“Oops,” she says innocently, raising her eyebrows and drawing her lips together like a pouty child. “I’m dirty.”
She watches Ryan gulp. He’s so nervous that the air in the room has become electric with anticipation, almost supercharged with explosive energy. He stands stiff and immobile as she feels his erection push softly into her torso. In order to help ease his shyness, she takes charge again, reaching with both her hands up to his face, removing his glasses and setting them onto the tabletop. His eyes wander with her movements, but come back to her face as she pulls and guides his head with both her hands down to the sticky mess on her chest.
“Clean me up,” Beth commands.
Ryan’s eyes dance from her face to her chest as he slowly bends his neck, still wet and glassy from the power of her smack. Beth wishes she could hear him thinking—hopefully something naughty, dirty, or negative about her aggressive actions—if only to have a reason to smack him again.
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Check out the book right here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.ph...
Enjoy the rest of your week everyone!
Felicity Brandon
April 6, 2016
Romania With Love - new from The Ardent Rose!
Happy hump day one and all! I am delighted this week to be joined by fellow Wicked Pen writer, The Ardent Rose, who brings her new release, To Romania With Love: Cara and Stefan
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Check out the blurb and sexy excerpt and then hope right over and grab your own copy of this new romance...
Blurb: The beautiful Cara Westin is a well-known author suffering from writer’s block. Her elusively sexy publicist Stefan Calinescu suggests she take a working vacation and visit him in Romania. Problem is up until now she has been able to hide her feelings for Stefan in their long distance relationship. Stefan has always been very professional towards her. Perhaps in person she can change his mind. Cara sets off for Cluj-Napoca Romania only to fall prey to a power hungry pig named Alexandru Jucov.
.........
Stefan returns to see me sitting on the edge of the bed. I can tell by his expression he did not intend to find me naked. His eyes darken but hints of gold flecks play like stars in the sky. He has wrapped a towel around his waist and is carrying a robe for me.
He gulps and steps toward the bed, “Cara, I have brought you a robe.”
I slide my legs off the bed to stand. His eyes track my movements like a predator does his prey. He places the soft robe against my back, brushing the hair away and kisses my shoulder. He whispers, “My imagination could not make you this beautiful.” His fingertips skim down my arms goosebumps pop up on my body. I shiver making my nipples sing. I am unsteady and fall back against his hard body. I feel the twitch of his arousal challenging me. “Ready for the warm bath înger?” He wraps his arms around my body and holds me kissing my hair.
“I could stay like this forever.” My eyes close to absorb his warmth.
He smiles, ”Oh inger there will be more time for holding. Let’s get you warm and relaxed. OK?” Stefan take my hand and leads me into a beautiful bathroom complete with a huge deep tub.
“Amazing. If I get in I may never want to get out.” He lowers me into the water and I gasp at the temperature.
“It may be too hot but our bodies will adjust as it cools. Doesn’t it feel wonderful?” Stefan waits until I am seated. He drops his towel to ascend into the water. My mouth goes dry. I have never seen a man so beautifully sculpted. His torso is that of a model along with lean long legs. The harder I try not to look at this specimen of manhood it seems to be pointed in my direction. I am swooning at the fact this man is here with me. We are both naked and exposed flaws and all and yet we are not ashamed. There is a connection between us that has been building over the last year bringing us to this point to make a change in our relationship.
Stefan leans back against the side of the tub. “Come here my Cara. Let me wash you. Wash away a nightmare of a week that has left you bereft. I wish to give you comfort and affection to replace those memories.”
My body on automatic, my brain is lost to the smell of lavender and vanilla. I am intoxicated by the sight of this glorious man who is balm for my soul.
He cups water and it cascades down my body. He expertly massages my scalp with a fragrant soap. His hands begin to touch my body to cleanse the dirt of kidnapping away. Each stroke of his palms send my body an electric bolt landing between my thighs. Once I am washed completely I swivel my body to face him. “May I return the favor my love?”
“I would enjoy that very much my angel.” Stefan watches me rise up on my knees to wash his hair. His head lolls at first enjoying the caressing of my fingers. His mouth seeks out the pert nipple a mere inch from his face. My body lifts into him wanting more. He swirls his bearded chin around the areola and I moan louder. I have fantasized about the feel of his face on my body. It was never this good.
I grab the soap. I apply the lather to the sparse curly dark hair that will soon tickle my nose. Down his tight abs and onto another dark haired place that looms above the edge of the water. A one eyed dragon daring me to touch him. I’ll accept that dare, but not yet. Long kneading movements down his legs and calves. I rest his foot between my breasts and kiss each toe. He moans his enjoyment. I place a final kiss on the pad of each foot.
I sit down at the opposite end of the tub. The water is beginning to chill. “Shall I bring you a towel baby?” Stefan stands and retrieves his towel from the floor.
“Please babe, the water is getting cool.” He grabs a towel from a nearby rack. I step into in and it has been on a warming rack. This is what love feels like. He proceeds to dry my body his eyes never leaving mine, they dance in anticipation of our first time.
Stefan gathers the towel around my shoulders. He tips my chin that my lips meet his in the softest of kisses. Sparks flicker around the room, his touch burns me and I cannot control myself. My hands reach for his neck and I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around him. Our lips lock into a frantic passion filled duel. I cannot tell where I end and he begins. Once again he carries me to bed, this time he lays with me and strokes my skin covered in goosebumps. Inside this room we have transcended time and space. Until there is a knock on the door.
Stefan bellows something in Romanian, “Ce dracu este?”
“Sergei, Dimitriv aşteaptă la birou.” Stefan is extremely angry.
“Yes.” Stefan starts to get up from the bed, I grab his hand.
“What is it? Please don’t go? I plead with him to no avail.
“My sweet angel. I will not be long and you are safe now. Sleep and rest. I will be back within the hour. Promise. Then I intend to worship every inch of your exquisite body.”
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Grab your copy of To Romania With Love: Cara and Stefan here: http://www.amazon.com/Romania-Love-St... and visit Rose at her website: http://theardentrose.com
Enjoy the rest of your week and remember to read SEXY!
Felicity Brandon
.Check out the blurb and sexy excerpt and then hope right over and grab your own copy of this new romance...
Blurb: The beautiful Cara Westin is a well-known author suffering from writer’s block. Her elusively sexy publicist Stefan Calinescu suggests she take a working vacation and visit him in Romania. Problem is up until now she has been able to hide her feelings for Stefan in their long distance relationship. Stefan has always been very professional towards her. Perhaps in person she can change his mind. Cara sets off for Cluj-Napoca Romania only to fall prey to a power hungry pig named Alexandru Jucov.
.........
Stefan returns to see me sitting on the edge of the bed. I can tell by his expression he did not intend to find me naked. His eyes darken but hints of gold flecks play like stars in the sky. He has wrapped a towel around his waist and is carrying a robe for me.
He gulps and steps toward the bed, “Cara, I have brought you a robe.”
I slide my legs off the bed to stand. His eyes track my movements like a predator does his prey. He places the soft robe against my back, brushing the hair away and kisses my shoulder. He whispers, “My imagination could not make you this beautiful.” His fingertips skim down my arms goosebumps pop up on my body. I shiver making my nipples sing. I am unsteady and fall back against his hard body. I feel the twitch of his arousal challenging me. “Ready for the warm bath înger?” He wraps his arms around my body and holds me kissing my hair.
“I could stay like this forever.” My eyes close to absorb his warmth.
He smiles, ”Oh inger there will be more time for holding. Let’s get you warm and relaxed. OK?” Stefan take my hand and leads me into a beautiful bathroom complete with a huge deep tub.
“Amazing. If I get in I may never want to get out.” He lowers me into the water and I gasp at the temperature.
“It may be too hot but our bodies will adjust as it cools. Doesn’t it feel wonderful?” Stefan waits until I am seated. He drops his towel to ascend into the water. My mouth goes dry. I have never seen a man so beautifully sculpted. His torso is that of a model along with lean long legs. The harder I try not to look at this specimen of manhood it seems to be pointed in my direction. I am swooning at the fact this man is here with me. We are both naked and exposed flaws and all and yet we are not ashamed. There is a connection between us that has been building over the last year bringing us to this point to make a change in our relationship.
Stefan leans back against the side of the tub. “Come here my Cara. Let me wash you. Wash away a nightmare of a week that has left you bereft. I wish to give you comfort and affection to replace those memories.”
My body on automatic, my brain is lost to the smell of lavender and vanilla. I am intoxicated by the sight of this glorious man who is balm for my soul.
He cups water and it cascades down my body. He expertly massages my scalp with a fragrant soap. His hands begin to touch my body to cleanse the dirt of kidnapping away. Each stroke of his palms send my body an electric bolt landing between my thighs. Once I am washed completely I swivel my body to face him. “May I return the favor my love?”
“I would enjoy that very much my angel.” Stefan watches me rise up on my knees to wash his hair. His head lolls at first enjoying the caressing of my fingers. His mouth seeks out the pert nipple a mere inch from his face. My body lifts into him wanting more. He swirls his bearded chin around the areola and I moan louder. I have fantasized about the feel of his face on my body. It was never this good.
I grab the soap. I apply the lather to the sparse curly dark hair that will soon tickle my nose. Down his tight abs and onto another dark haired place that looms above the edge of the water. A one eyed dragon daring me to touch him. I’ll accept that dare, but not yet. Long kneading movements down his legs and calves. I rest his foot between my breasts and kiss each toe. He moans his enjoyment. I place a final kiss on the pad of each foot.
I sit down at the opposite end of the tub. The water is beginning to chill. “Shall I bring you a towel baby?” Stefan stands and retrieves his towel from the floor.
“Please babe, the water is getting cool.” He grabs a towel from a nearby rack. I step into in and it has been on a warming rack. This is what love feels like. He proceeds to dry my body his eyes never leaving mine, they dance in anticipation of our first time.
Stefan gathers the towel around my shoulders. He tips my chin that my lips meet his in the softest of kisses. Sparks flicker around the room, his touch burns me and I cannot control myself. My hands reach for his neck and I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around him. Our lips lock into a frantic passion filled duel. I cannot tell where I end and he begins. Once again he carries me to bed, this time he lays with me and strokes my skin covered in goosebumps. Inside this room we have transcended time and space. Until there is a knock on the door.
Stefan bellows something in Romanian, “Ce dracu este?”
“Sergei, Dimitriv aşteaptă la birou.” Stefan is extremely angry.
“Yes.” Stefan starts to get up from the bed, I grab his hand.
“What is it? Please don’t go? I plead with him to no avail.
“My sweet angel. I will not be long and you are safe now. Sleep and rest. I will be back within the hour. Promise. Then I intend to worship every inch of your exquisite body.”
.........................
Grab your copy of To Romania With Love: Cara and Stefan here: http://www.amazon.com/Romania-Love-St... and visit Rose at her website: http://theardentrose.com
Enjoy the rest of your week and remember to read SEXY!
Felicity Brandon
March 30, 2016
Hump day chat with Amelia Smarts!
It's that time of the week again... And this week I am joined by the talented Amelia Smarts, who brings us her latest smokin' offering,
His Little Red Lily!
Thanks for joining us, Amelia! Please tell us a little about His Little Red Lily...
Lily has dreamed of performing on stage since she was a small child, and at the age of eighteen she approaches Jesse, the owner of the local saloon, to ask for a job singing and dancing for his customers. Lily has been secretly in love with Jesse ever since the day he took it upon himself to comfort her when she was in tears one day in town, and that only makes it more painful when he refuses to hire her, telling her that a saloon is no place for a sweet, innocent girl like her.
Determined to convince him to change his mind, Lily returns the next day. Within moments of stepping through the doors of Jesse’s establishment, however, she finds herself pulled over his knee for a good, hard spanking followed by an embarrassing scolding and a stern warning never to set foot in the saloon again.
Though Jesse tells her to forget about both him and the saloon and find herself a proper, respectable husband, he cannot keep Lily off his mind, even after she takes his advice to heart and begins courting the town’s self-righteous preacher. The situation comes to a head when Jesse catches the preacher in the midst of a vicious crime against one of the saloon girls.
Terrified for Lily’s safety, Jesse takes matters into his own hands and informs her of his feelings for her. He makes it clear that he considers it his duty to provide her with both the love and attention she craves as well as the firm discipline she has needed for so long. But with her former suitor bent on revenge and trying to run Jesse out of town, can he keep his little Lily safe and keep the saloon in business at the same time?
This book sounds fab, Amelia and just to prove it, here's a sizzling little excerpt...
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She let out a soft moan when he kissed her again. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt like a rag doll in his strong embrace. Never had she felt anything like what she was experiencing. Every part of her body and emotions responded to his words and touch.
He walked with her in front of him slowly, forcing her to walk backwards. Arriving at his destination, he turned her around by her shoulders and bent her over his desk with a slow but forceful press of his hand on her upper back. Lily rested her head and palms on the cold, smooth wood of the desk as Jesse inched her skirts up her legs until they were over her hips and laid spread across her back. She felt the ribbon of her drawers loosen, and she took in a sharp breath, her heartbeat quickening. The material that covered her most intimate places slid to her ankles, and her face grew hot with embarrassment. She also felt curious. What would Jesse’s hand feel like on her bare bottom? She didn’t have to wonder long. The first smack was firm and left a sting that bloomed across her right cheek. She shivered in anticipation of the next swat. It landed, spreading the same sting on her other cheek. Again and again he spanked—not hard, but not gently either.
“Is this my punishment for being alone with Elijah?” she squeaked out.
Jesse stopped spanking and grabbed the fleshiest part of her right cheek. He squeezed firmly, possessively. “No, darlin’, this is punishment for coming into the saloon again when I told you to stay out.” He resumed the swats. “This is going to feel like a game of pat-a-cake compared to your punishment for putting yourself in danger.”
“Oh,” she mewled, thrusting her bottom up to meet his hand, which provided as much pleasure as pain in that moment.
“For now, though, I’ll just give you a little spanking and then take you to dinner. Are you hungry?” His hand smacked her thighs, more gently than it had her bottom.
She didn’t know exactly what she was at the moment. Hungry seemed as good a description as any. “Yes, sir. I’m hungry,” she said breathily.
He groaned. His hand dipped between her thighs and wandered up to the place that felt the most needy of his attention. She gasped as he teased his fingers along her slit. She heard a wet slapping sound as he lightly smacked her pussy.
He groaned again. “Oh, darlin’, you weren’t kidding about being hungry.”
Buy His Little Red Lily:
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If you like the look of His Little Red Lily - and who wouldn't - then check out the other hot reads from Amelia!
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet…and over his lap.
Missy Meets the Marshal – A troubled woman in need of protection and discipline meets a tough marshal, whose job it is to provide both.
The Unbraiding of Anna Brown – Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline.
Thanks for stopping by, Amelia!
Enjoy your hump day everyone.
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
His Little Red Lily!
Thanks for joining us, Amelia! Please tell us a little about His Little Red Lily...
Lily has dreamed of performing on stage since she was a small child, and at the age of eighteen she approaches Jesse, the owner of the local saloon, to ask for a job singing and dancing for his customers. Lily has been secretly in love with Jesse ever since the day he took it upon himself to comfort her when she was in tears one day in town, and that only makes it more painful when he refuses to hire her, telling her that a saloon is no place for a sweet, innocent girl like her.
Determined to convince him to change his mind, Lily returns the next day. Within moments of stepping through the doors of Jesse’s establishment, however, she finds herself pulled over his knee for a good, hard spanking followed by an embarrassing scolding and a stern warning never to set foot in the saloon again.
Though Jesse tells her to forget about both him and the saloon and find herself a proper, respectable husband, he cannot keep Lily off his mind, even after she takes his advice to heart and begins courting the town’s self-righteous preacher. The situation comes to a head when Jesse catches the preacher in the midst of a vicious crime against one of the saloon girls.
Terrified for Lily’s safety, Jesse takes matters into his own hands and informs her of his feelings for her. He makes it clear that he considers it his duty to provide her with both the love and attention she craves as well as the firm discipline she has needed for so long. But with her former suitor bent on revenge and trying to run Jesse out of town, can he keep his little Lily safe and keep the saloon in business at the same time?
This book sounds fab, Amelia and just to prove it, here's a sizzling little excerpt...
........................
She let out a soft moan when he kissed her again. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt like a rag doll in his strong embrace. Never had she felt anything like what she was experiencing. Every part of her body and emotions responded to his words and touch.
He walked with her in front of him slowly, forcing her to walk backwards. Arriving at his destination, he turned her around by her shoulders and bent her over his desk with a slow but forceful press of his hand on her upper back. Lily rested her head and palms on the cold, smooth wood of the desk as Jesse inched her skirts up her legs until they were over her hips and laid spread across her back. She felt the ribbon of her drawers loosen, and she took in a sharp breath, her heartbeat quickening. The material that covered her most intimate places slid to her ankles, and her face grew hot with embarrassment. She also felt curious. What would Jesse’s hand feel like on her bare bottom? She didn’t have to wonder long. The first smack was firm and left a sting that bloomed across her right cheek. She shivered in anticipation of the next swat. It landed, spreading the same sting on her other cheek. Again and again he spanked—not hard, but not gently either.
“Is this my punishment for being alone with Elijah?” she squeaked out.
Jesse stopped spanking and grabbed the fleshiest part of her right cheek. He squeezed firmly, possessively. “No, darlin’, this is punishment for coming into the saloon again when I told you to stay out.” He resumed the swats. “This is going to feel like a game of pat-a-cake compared to your punishment for putting yourself in danger.”
“Oh,” she mewled, thrusting her bottom up to meet his hand, which provided as much pleasure as pain in that moment.
“For now, though, I’ll just give you a little spanking and then take you to dinner. Are you hungry?” His hand smacked her thighs, more gently than it had her bottom.
She didn’t know exactly what she was at the moment. Hungry seemed as good a description as any. “Yes, sir. I’m hungry,” she said breathily.
He groaned. His hand dipped between her thighs and wandered up to the place that felt the most needy of his attention. She gasped as he teased his fingers along her slit. She heard a wet slapping sound as he lightly smacked her pussy.
He groaned again. “Oh, darlin’, you weren’t kidding about being hungry.”
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If you like the look of His Little Red Lily - and who wouldn't - then check out the other hot reads from Amelia!
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet…and over his lap.
Missy Meets the Marshal – A troubled woman in need of protection and discipline meets a tough marshal, whose job it is to provide both.
The Unbraiding of Anna Brown – Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline.
Thanks for stopping by, Amelia!
Enjoy your hump day everyone.
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
March 23, 2016
Like your Doms to be Dirty?
Hello and happy hump day!
This week I am thrilled to host the Dirty Doms cover reveal here at the Brandon blog!
Ten of your favorite NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon best-selling authors have delved into the world of BDSM Kink. Explore your darkest desires, and deepest secrets under the expert care of a sexy Alpha Dom. Sounds good right? Check out more...
(Capture) Fantasy Surrender by Lori King
(Sensory Deprivation) Deprived by Jordan Ashley
(Bondage) Binding Her To Him by TL Reeve
(Impact Play) Sizzle by McKinlay Thomson
(Medical Play) Electric by: CP Mandara
(Daddy Dom) Professor Knows Best by Juliet Braddock
(Corporal Punishment) Beauty and the Badass by Lucy Felthouse
(Orgasm Control) Secrets & Lies by Serena Akeroyd
(Fire Play) Kaise by Jade Belfry
(Pet Play) Club Menage:Fifi by: Tara Crescent
Spice up your night and indulge your kinks…
The book is coming really soon - check out the cover right here!!
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fb...
This week I am thrilled to host the Dirty Doms cover reveal here at the Brandon blog!
Ten of your favorite NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon best-selling authors have delved into the world of BDSM Kink. Explore your darkest desires, and deepest secrets under the expert care of a sexy Alpha Dom. Sounds good right? Check out more...
(Capture) Fantasy Surrender by Lori King
(Sensory Deprivation) Deprived by Jordan Ashley
(Bondage) Binding Her To Him by TL Reeve
(Impact Play) Sizzle by McKinlay Thomson
(Medical Play) Electric by: CP Mandara
(Daddy Dom) Professor Knows Best by Juliet Braddock
(Corporal Punishment) Beauty and the Badass by Lucy Felthouse
(Orgasm Control) Secrets & Lies by Serena Akeroyd
(Fire Play) Kaise by Jade Belfry
(Pet Play) Club Menage:Fifi by: Tara Crescent
Spice up your night and indulge your kinks…
The book is coming really soon - check out the cover right here!!
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fb...
March 14, 2016
Dark Moons Rising by Nia Farrell
This week the hump day blog moves to Monday so I can host the amazing Nia Farrell's new release!
Dark Moons Rising is a PNR shifter, D/s, MFM ménage otherworldly erotic novelette and sounds awesome! I mean, what a great combination of assets right there! Here's the blurb and an excerpt to whet your appetites!
Deidra of Ravenhill is a daughter of light, a healer whose energy can be tapped by the one who marks her. Mordred, bastard son of Owain ap Coel, is determined to be that man. He’s captured the castle, killed her family, and forced her to train as a comforter, preparing her for his ultimate possession.
While Mordred is gone, having the brand made to claim her, Deidra manages to escape the castle. She nearly dies in the forest but is saved from falling into a poacher’s pit by Thorne, a dark lord, one of the race of giant shifters that she’s been taught to fear since childhood.
With dark moons due to rise on the most dangerous night of the year, Thorne must become a centaur for them to escape the monsters that roam with the god of chaos. He carries her to the safety of his brother’s hunting lodge, but is she truly out of danger? From Mordred, perhaps, but there are two dark lords who want her – if she’s willing to share.
...
An excerpt from Dark Moons Rising:
"Mordred wanted her. He would come for her. It was only a matter of time.
She tread lightly, smelling the earthy, fecund scent of ancient growth and rotting, fallen timbers. Instinct made her pause, rattled by the distinct, disturbing feeling that she was being observed. She listened, freezing when she thought she heard the unnatural shift of crisp autumn leaves. When she could breathe again, she threw one more glance behind her and launched herself into full flight, tearing through the deepening forest, dodging low-hanging limbs of the massive oaks as she raced along the deer trail, any thought of stealth abandoned.
Hunter and hunted, predator and prey, the distance between them closed. “Halt!” a voice ordered, low, gruff, decidedly masculine. Fueled by a sudden burst of energy born of desperation, she sped up, flying along the ground…until a massive arm snaked around her waist, plucked her up, and spun her around. Momentum carried them full circle.
“Fool,” he growled in her ear, pointing at the trap that would have claimed her. Sharpened spikes lined the floor of the pit, dug into the forest floor along the path. “Poachers,” he spat. “I removed the cover to reveal it, but we’ve not yet had time to fill it in.”
Deidra shook in the confines of his hold, overcome by emotion. She thought she’d lost everything but she’d still had life, and breath. Her dream of regained freedom lived, too, if only she could talk him into letting her go.
She feared there would be no escaping him. The man was huge, with strength enough in his hair-dusted, muscle-roped arms that he held her as easily as he would a pet fenica weighing six stones. And he was fast – much quicker than the runners that her father had sent to summon aid…only to have their heads returned in a wicker basket with the demand to surrender or die.
“Please,” she whispered. Choking back the tears she’d refused to shed when the walls were breached, she softened the death grip she realized that she had on his arm. “And thank you,” she added, bracing to throw herself on the mercy of a man who might well have none. She turned her head, moving her gaze up her captor’s arm, over muscles that tested the seams of his hunting jerkin, past the whorls of black hair that peaked from the v of his shirt. Above the thick column of neck, his beard-shadowed jaw was strong and square, his chin firm and cleft in the middle. His full, sensuous lips were as perfect as those carved by a master sculptor’s hand. She risked a quick look higher and glimpsed thick black lashes framing eyes as blue as the waters of Saint Illian’s spring. She resisted the urge to see if they were just as deep and mysterious.
The man was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, his long black hair tied with a leather lace that had come loose in their chase. His long bow and a quiver of arrows remained slung firmly across his back. His clothes were clean enough to have been put on fresh this morning. He smelled of the forest – woods and sweat, linen and leather. His skin was either naturally dark or he was well-kissed by the sun goddess, Sola. Laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes bespoke a nature much kinder than Mordred’s.
It could be worse.
“My name is Deidra,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her gaze lowered, giving the appearance of meekness, at least. “I seek sanctuary. Can you give it?”
He lifted her chin and crooked a smile. “Perhaps. If I can trust you to follow and obey. If not…” The lines of his mouth flattened, underscoring the weight of his words. “We’ll have to spend the night here, at our peril. Which is it to be?”
With dark moons rising, she had no choice. The things that hunted on the night of the full moons were nothing compared to what fed in the blackest hours – especially this time of year, when the veils between the planes were thinnest. “I will do my best to match your stride, if you will lead, my lord.”
“Thorne,” he said, relaxing his hold so that she stood before him, dwarfed by his size. “Keep your eyes on me. Step where I step. If you start to fall behind, let me know at once. Understood?”
“Aye,” she said, refusing to think of anything else but surviving, one step at a time."
...
Check out my five star review of the book here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
The book is available now at these places:
Amazon myBook.to/DMR
Smashwords http://bit.ly/1RB1pEU
All Romance http://bit.ly/1SBjY0H
BookStrand http://bit.ly/1LSXPcG
Dark Hollows Press http://bit.ly/1QFfByT
Barnes & Noble
Join Nia Farrell at her release party on 03-15-16 from 5:30 pm – 11:30 pm EDT
https://www.facebook.com/groups/TALL....
Next week I'm back on hump day as normal. Have a great week and keep reading!
Felicity Brandon
Dark Moons Rising is a PNR shifter, D/s, MFM ménage otherworldly erotic novelette and sounds awesome! I mean, what a great combination of assets right there! Here's the blurb and an excerpt to whet your appetites!Deidra of Ravenhill is a daughter of light, a healer whose energy can be tapped by the one who marks her. Mordred, bastard son of Owain ap Coel, is determined to be that man. He’s captured the castle, killed her family, and forced her to train as a comforter, preparing her for his ultimate possession.
While Mordred is gone, having the brand made to claim her, Deidra manages to escape the castle. She nearly dies in the forest but is saved from falling into a poacher’s pit by Thorne, a dark lord, one of the race of giant shifters that she’s been taught to fear since childhood.
With dark moons due to rise on the most dangerous night of the year, Thorne must become a centaur for them to escape the monsters that roam with the god of chaos. He carries her to the safety of his brother’s hunting lodge, but is she truly out of danger? From Mordred, perhaps, but there are two dark lords who want her – if she’s willing to share.
...
An excerpt from Dark Moons Rising:
"Mordred wanted her. He would come for her. It was only a matter of time.
She tread lightly, smelling the earthy, fecund scent of ancient growth and rotting, fallen timbers. Instinct made her pause, rattled by the distinct, disturbing feeling that she was being observed. She listened, freezing when she thought she heard the unnatural shift of crisp autumn leaves. When she could breathe again, she threw one more glance behind her and launched herself into full flight, tearing through the deepening forest, dodging low-hanging limbs of the massive oaks as she raced along the deer trail, any thought of stealth abandoned.
Hunter and hunted, predator and prey, the distance between them closed. “Halt!” a voice ordered, low, gruff, decidedly masculine. Fueled by a sudden burst of energy born of desperation, she sped up, flying along the ground…until a massive arm snaked around her waist, plucked her up, and spun her around. Momentum carried them full circle.
“Fool,” he growled in her ear, pointing at the trap that would have claimed her. Sharpened spikes lined the floor of the pit, dug into the forest floor along the path. “Poachers,” he spat. “I removed the cover to reveal it, but we’ve not yet had time to fill it in.”
Deidra shook in the confines of his hold, overcome by emotion. She thought she’d lost everything but she’d still had life, and breath. Her dream of regained freedom lived, too, if only she could talk him into letting her go.
She feared there would be no escaping him. The man was huge, with strength enough in his hair-dusted, muscle-roped arms that he held her as easily as he would a pet fenica weighing six stones. And he was fast – much quicker than the runners that her father had sent to summon aid…only to have their heads returned in a wicker basket with the demand to surrender or die.
“Please,” she whispered. Choking back the tears she’d refused to shed when the walls were breached, she softened the death grip she realized that she had on his arm. “And thank you,” she added, bracing to throw herself on the mercy of a man who might well have none. She turned her head, moving her gaze up her captor’s arm, over muscles that tested the seams of his hunting jerkin, past the whorls of black hair that peaked from the v of his shirt. Above the thick column of neck, his beard-shadowed jaw was strong and square, his chin firm and cleft in the middle. His full, sensuous lips were as perfect as those carved by a master sculptor’s hand. She risked a quick look higher and glimpsed thick black lashes framing eyes as blue as the waters of Saint Illian’s spring. She resisted the urge to see if they were just as deep and mysterious.
The man was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, his long black hair tied with a leather lace that had come loose in their chase. His long bow and a quiver of arrows remained slung firmly across his back. His clothes were clean enough to have been put on fresh this morning. He smelled of the forest – woods and sweat, linen and leather. His skin was either naturally dark or he was well-kissed by the sun goddess, Sola. Laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes bespoke a nature much kinder than Mordred’s.
It could be worse.
“My name is Deidra,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her gaze lowered, giving the appearance of meekness, at least. “I seek sanctuary. Can you give it?”
He lifted her chin and crooked a smile. “Perhaps. If I can trust you to follow and obey. If not…” The lines of his mouth flattened, underscoring the weight of his words. “We’ll have to spend the night here, at our peril. Which is it to be?”
With dark moons rising, she had no choice. The things that hunted on the night of the full moons were nothing compared to what fed in the blackest hours – especially this time of year, when the veils between the planes were thinnest. “I will do my best to match your stride, if you will lead, my lord.”
“Thorne,” he said, relaxing his hold so that she stood before him, dwarfed by his size. “Keep your eyes on me. Step where I step. If you start to fall behind, let me know at once. Understood?”
“Aye,” she said, refusing to think of anything else but surviving, one step at a time."
...
Check out my five star review of the book here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
The book is available now at these places:
Amazon myBook.to/DMR
Smashwords http://bit.ly/1RB1pEU
All Romance http://bit.ly/1SBjY0H
BookStrand http://bit.ly/1LSXPcG
Dark Hollows Press http://bit.ly/1QFfByT
Barnes & Noble
Join Nia Farrell at her release party on 03-15-16 from 5:30 pm – 11:30 pm EDT
https://www.facebook.com/groups/TALL....
Next week I'm back on hump day as normal. Have a great week and keep reading!
Felicity Brandon
March 9, 2016
Damn, that's hot erotica 5!
Happy hump day to you all!
I am starting to get excited about the upcoming erotica takeover at Damn, that's hot erotica 5!
This amazing event sees days of talented erotic authors playing games with readers, running give aways and chatting about their books! It runs from April 6th through until April 15th, so there's plenty of time to get involved, meet some new and old authors AND win some hawt prizes!
I'll be there on April 7th at 4pm EST (9pm BST), so join up and come and play with me!
Hit this link to get involved: https://www.facebook.com/felicity.bra...
Hope to see you all there!
Love and hugs,
Felicity Brandon
I am starting to get excited about the upcoming erotica takeover at Damn, that's hot erotica 5!
This amazing event sees days of talented erotic authors playing games with readers, running give aways and chatting about their books! It runs from April 6th through until April 15th, so there's plenty of time to get involved, meet some new and old authors AND win some hawt prizes!
I'll be there on April 7th at 4pm EST (9pm BST), so join up and come and play with me!
Hit this link to get involved: https://www.facebook.com/felicity.bra...
Hope to see you all there!
Love and hugs,
Felicity Brandon
March 2, 2016
As Good As Dead by C.P. Mandara!
It's that time of the week again! It's hump day AND time for the Brandon blog...
This week I welcome the mutli-talented author C.P. Mandara, who is here with a tantalising teaser from her new release
!
Get the low down on her new book with the mesmerising blurb...
Six people want her dead.
Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.
There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.
Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.
And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.
She’s going to lose.
....
Now, read the amazing excerpt below...
"You will do as you're told."
He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way.
“Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak.
He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her.
Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again
with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating.
“A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message.
“No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances.
He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire.
“Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin.
Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.”
“Good.”
“Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice.
“My name is Mercer.”
“Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.
“That’s all you need to know."
Grab your copy of Good As Dead on AMAZON: http://mybook.to/GAD
Stay in touch with my blog for more hot new releases!
Felicity Brandon
This week I welcome the mutli-talented author C.P. Mandara, who is here with a tantalising teaser from her new release
!Get the low down on her new book with the mesmerising blurb...
Six people want her dead.
Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.
There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.
Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.
And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.
She’s going to lose.
....
Now, read the amazing excerpt below...
"You will do as you're told."
He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way.
“Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak.
He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her.
Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again
with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating.
“A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message.
“No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances.
He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire.
“Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin.
Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.”
“Good.”
“Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice.
“My name is Mercer.”
“Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.
“That’s all you need to know."
Grab your copy of Good As Dead on AMAZON: http://mybook.to/GAD
Stay in touch with my blog for more hot new releases!
Felicity Brandon
February 24, 2016
Welcome to the Harem...
Happy hump day one and all!
Today the Brandon blog hosts the talented author Bernard Foong, in appreciation of his Harem Boy’s Saga series... Bernard stopped by to answer some questions about this amazing collection of books.
Thanks for being here, Bernard. Can you tell us; what inspired you to write A Harem Boy's Saga series?
Bernard: Four years ago, after I closed my fashion boutique in Honolulu, I decided it was time to document my positive adolescent life experiences that I’ve kept under wraps for close to 40 years. That’s when A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (my pen-name) series was born.
An inner calling told me to document my unique education and now, is the correct moment to tell my story.
Other factors that influenced me to write A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (my pen-name), a seven book series are - through my autobiography I hope to:
· Provide Tolerance to Sissy Boys by educating parents/peers and the community to love and respect effeminate boys.
Anderson Cooper 360 documentary on the devastating treatment of effeminate boys influence me to tell my story.
· Avoid Bullying through Big Brother/Big Sister volunteer programs in schools or outside the school system. Older students can act as mentors to younger students. Much like the experience I went through in my unique education.
· Tolerance to Gay Adolescent - to improve parents/child/siblings relationship issues.
Support/mentorship program/programs to all parties involved, to foster understanding and acceptance of Gay teenagers.
· Provide an Alternative Educational System:
Fostering understanding Big-Brother/Big-Sister adolescent mentorship programs in schools, BB/BS as protectors to keep younger kids from being bullied.
· Provide Human Relationship Building Programs;
Between parents/teachers and young students on sexual topics/issues, especially when an adolescent is discovering their sexuality. They can be guided on a healthy and honest sexual journey instead of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” - hide it in the closet policy.
Felicity: Wow, what an awesome set of motivations! What's in the pipeline from Bernard? Tell us about your next book?
Bernard: I'm currently halfway through writing A Harem Boy's Saga - IV - Turpitude; a memoir by Young. I plan to have it publish by the late summer/early autumn of 2016.
I just signed a film contract (on Valentine's Day) with a UK/Hollywood film producer/production company. A Harem Boy's Saga - book I - Initiation is set in motion for a major film production. I'm very excited about the progress of my memoir series.
It's been in the Amazon GLBT Memoirs Bestsellers list for 15 months running since publication.
Felicity: Congratulations!
Finally, please describe your work in three words:
Enlightening, Progressive and last but not least Spiritual.
Thanks for chatting to me, Bernard!
Here's the details of where to grab your copies of these unique books:
• US amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
• UK amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
Check out more from Bernard here:
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Blog: http://bernardfoong.typepad.com/in_th...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bfoong1
https://www.facebook.com/aharemboysaga
Twitter @aharemboysaga
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP (contains adult contents)
Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/trisf2013 (contains adult contents.)
Have a great week everyone,
Felicity Brandon
Today the Brandon blog hosts the talented author Bernard Foong, in appreciation of his Harem Boy’s Saga series... Bernard stopped by to answer some questions about this amazing collection of books.
Thanks for being here, Bernard. Can you tell us; what inspired you to write A Harem Boy's Saga series?
Bernard: Four years ago, after I closed my fashion boutique in Honolulu, I decided it was time to document my positive adolescent life experiences that I’ve kept under wraps for close to 40 years. That’s when A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (my pen-name) series was born.
An inner calling told me to document my unique education and now, is the correct moment to tell my story.
Other factors that influenced me to write A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (my pen-name), a seven book series are - through my autobiography I hope to:
· Provide Tolerance to Sissy Boys by educating parents/peers and the community to love and respect effeminate boys.
Anderson Cooper 360 documentary on the devastating treatment of effeminate boys influence me to tell my story.
· Avoid Bullying through Big Brother/Big Sister volunteer programs in schools or outside the school system. Older students can act as mentors to younger students. Much like the experience I went through in my unique education.
· Tolerance to Gay Adolescent - to improve parents/child/siblings relationship issues.
Support/mentorship program/programs to all parties involved, to foster understanding and acceptance of Gay teenagers.
· Provide an Alternative Educational System:
Fostering understanding Big-Brother/Big-Sister adolescent mentorship programs in schools, BB/BS as protectors to keep younger kids from being bullied.
· Provide Human Relationship Building Programs;
Between parents/teachers and young students on sexual topics/issues, especially when an adolescent is discovering their sexuality. They can be guided on a healthy and honest sexual journey instead of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” - hide it in the closet policy.
Felicity: Wow, what an awesome set of motivations! What's in the pipeline from Bernard? Tell us about your next book?
Bernard: I'm currently halfway through writing A Harem Boy's Saga - IV - Turpitude; a memoir by Young. I plan to have it publish by the late summer/early autumn of 2016.
I just signed a film contract (on Valentine's Day) with a UK/Hollywood film producer/production company. A Harem Boy's Saga - book I - Initiation is set in motion for a major film production. I'm very excited about the progress of my memoir series.
It's been in the Amazon GLBT Memoirs Bestsellers list for 15 months running since publication.
Felicity: Congratulations!
Finally, please describe your work in three words:
Enlightening, Progressive and last but not least Spiritual.
Thanks for chatting to me, Bernard!
Here's the details of where to grab your copies of these unique books:
• US amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
• UK amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
Check out more from Bernard here:
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Blog: http://bernardfoong.typepad.com/in_th...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bfoong1
https://www.facebook.com/aharemboysaga
Twitter @aharemboysaga
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP (contains adult contents)
Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/trisf2013 (contains adult contents.)
Have a great week everyone,
Felicity Brandon
February 17, 2016
Are you ready for Innocence Enslaved?
Today the Brandon blog hosts the awesome Maddie Taylor and Melody Parks, who are here to tell us all about their HOT new release, Innocence Enslaved!
I hand over to Maddie for more news...
Thanks for having us over today, Felicity. Me and Melody have brought along an excerpt from our first medieval erotic romance, Innocence Enslaved. You’ll find a sexy, bare-chested, sword-wielding hero, a beautiful innocent maiden who falls in love with the man who saves her by taking her as his pleasure slave, and a wicked villainous earl that you will love to hate. And if that wasn’t enough, we packed it full of intrigue, danger, plot turns and twists, hot and kinky sex, and ever hotter spanks. But we don’t stop there.
Corbet, our hero, has sworn to return Emilia to her family as virginal as she arrived, and is determined not to anticipate their wedding vows. But he isn’t made of steel, although certain parts of him resemble it whenever she is around. In this scene, he comes very close to breaking his promise and marks her as his own in more ways than one. Enjoy…
“Come for me now.”
With his permission, her body succumbed, shuddering against his as a stunning release gripped her, a groan of pleasure pouring from her lips.
He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his mouth open and hot upon her flushed skin. Below, his steely cock nudged insistently along her cleft. He moaned in what sounded like a strangled version of her name as his teeth nipped her skin. In the next moment, he gripped his cock and pumped. Emilia moaned as his mouth latched on more fiercely while his silky seed shot in hot bursts over the quivering globes of her bottom.
He didn’t let go of her neck, although his teeth were replaced by the slow soothing lapping of his tongue. After several moments, he relaxed and leaned heavily against her, both of them sighing in pleasant exhaustion.
Once they had both recovered enough to move, Corbet wiped her clean with the edge of the sheet before easing her onto her back. Propping up on an elbow, head in hand, he smiled down at her.
“I made a mess of you again.”
“I’m easily cleaned,” she said with a grin and an unconcerned shrug.
His return grin, both disarming and sensual, sent shivers down her spine.
“I love that you don’t mind getting dirty.” Her face heated at the double meaning behind that, but she forgot about it as soon as he lowered his mouth, tenderly brushing his lips over hers while smoothing away the damp hair stuck to her face. “I can’t wait until you are mine, in truth.”
“Me too.” Her body content, she became suddenly sleepy and smothered a yawn.
“Sleep. We’ve another long day tomorrow.”
She nodded, shifting to her side and snuggling her back to his front. Lifting her long hair off her neck as she settled onto her pillow, she heard a low growl rumble in his chest.
“What?” she asked, twisting her face up to his.
“I marked you.” He ran a finger over the spot where his mouth had latched on when he found his release. Her hand came up and rubbed at it too. “I didn’t think I was that rough.” He bent immediately to kiss it.
“Now you carry a mark from the collar, the cane, and my mouth.”
She turned back, the beginning of a smile tipping the corner of her mouth.
Surprised, he leaned over her to ask, “You like that I marked you?”
“You don’t hear me complaining.” Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it up between her breasts as she snuggled back into him. The smell of their passion still lingered in the room, though her scent was strongest of all on his fingers. Though he’d brought her to pleasure twice, she became aroused thinking about her wetness and how it would taste on his fingers. Better yet, on his cock after he’d buried himself in the depths of her heated passage. She couldn’t resist finding out. Her tongue flicked out and lapped across the tips of his fingers.
“Emilia!” He pulled his hand away. “If you don’t stop taunting me, I’ll give you that spanking I promised right now. Imagine how you’ll feel with your blistered butt up in the air as we join up with the others.”
“I’m sorry.” Although she wasn’t, she tried to seem remorseful as she peeped at him over her shoulder.
“I don’t believe that for a minute,” he growled while curving his hand around her jaw and lowering his mouth to hers, his demanding lips caressing hers until she was breathless. “Sleep, dove,” he insisted as he settled behind her. “Daybreak will be here all too soon.”
“What about the lantern?”
“Let it burn.”
“As you wish, master.” She giggled as his hand closed over her breast and tweaked a nipple in warning.
“Insatiable nymph,” he murmured, not sounding the least bit displeased.
.............
Grab your copy of this sizzling story at these places:
Amazon: http://ow.ly/Y3I2j
All Romance eBooks: http://ow.ly/Yh0VP
Barnes and Noble: http://ow.ly/Y3HK0
Kobo: http://ow.ly/Y3HUZ
Googlebooks: http://ow.ly/Y4Mxf
You can follow Maddie and Melody on line at the following links:
Maddie Media Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Maddie-Taylor/e...
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/maddie.taylo...
Blog: http://maddietaylorromance.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/maddietwrites
Melody’s Media Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Melody-Parks/e/...
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/MelodyParks
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/melodyparkse...
Blog: www.melodyparkseroticromance.blogspot...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/melodyparks90
Google+ : https://plus.google.com/+MelodyParks/...
Google+ : https://plus.google.com/u/0/113017897...
Thanks for stopping by ladies -it has been a pleasure!
Enjoy your week,
Felicity Brandon
I hand over to Maddie for more news...Thanks for having us over today, Felicity. Me and Melody have brought along an excerpt from our first medieval erotic romance, Innocence Enslaved. You’ll find a sexy, bare-chested, sword-wielding hero, a beautiful innocent maiden who falls in love with the man who saves her by taking her as his pleasure slave, and a wicked villainous earl that you will love to hate. And if that wasn’t enough, we packed it full of intrigue, danger, plot turns and twists, hot and kinky sex, and ever hotter spanks. But we don’t stop there.
Corbet, our hero, has sworn to return Emilia to her family as virginal as she arrived, and is determined not to anticipate their wedding vows. But he isn’t made of steel, although certain parts of him resemble it whenever she is around. In this scene, he comes very close to breaking his promise and marks her as his own in more ways than one. Enjoy…
“Come for me now.”
With his permission, her body succumbed, shuddering against his as a stunning release gripped her, a groan of pleasure pouring from her lips.
He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his mouth open and hot upon her flushed skin. Below, his steely cock nudged insistently along her cleft. He moaned in what sounded like a strangled version of her name as his teeth nipped her skin. In the next moment, he gripped his cock and pumped. Emilia moaned as his mouth latched on more fiercely while his silky seed shot in hot bursts over the quivering globes of her bottom.
He didn’t let go of her neck, although his teeth were replaced by the slow soothing lapping of his tongue. After several moments, he relaxed and leaned heavily against her, both of them sighing in pleasant exhaustion.
Once they had both recovered enough to move, Corbet wiped her clean with the edge of the sheet before easing her onto her back. Propping up on an elbow, head in hand, he smiled down at her.
“I made a mess of you again.”
“I’m easily cleaned,” she said with a grin and an unconcerned shrug.
His return grin, both disarming and sensual, sent shivers down her spine.
“I love that you don’t mind getting dirty.” Her face heated at the double meaning behind that, but she forgot about it as soon as he lowered his mouth, tenderly brushing his lips over hers while smoothing away the damp hair stuck to her face. “I can’t wait until you are mine, in truth.”
“Me too.” Her body content, she became suddenly sleepy and smothered a yawn.
“Sleep. We’ve another long day tomorrow.”
She nodded, shifting to her side and snuggling her back to his front. Lifting her long hair off her neck as she settled onto her pillow, she heard a low growl rumble in his chest.
“What?” she asked, twisting her face up to his.
“I marked you.” He ran a finger over the spot where his mouth had latched on when he found his release. Her hand came up and rubbed at it too. “I didn’t think I was that rough.” He bent immediately to kiss it.
“Now you carry a mark from the collar, the cane, and my mouth.”
She turned back, the beginning of a smile tipping the corner of her mouth.
Surprised, he leaned over her to ask, “You like that I marked you?”
“You don’t hear me complaining.” Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it up between her breasts as she snuggled back into him. The smell of their passion still lingered in the room, though her scent was strongest of all on his fingers. Though he’d brought her to pleasure twice, she became aroused thinking about her wetness and how it would taste on his fingers. Better yet, on his cock after he’d buried himself in the depths of her heated passage. She couldn’t resist finding out. Her tongue flicked out and lapped across the tips of his fingers.
“Emilia!” He pulled his hand away. “If you don’t stop taunting me, I’ll give you that spanking I promised right now. Imagine how you’ll feel with your blistered butt up in the air as we join up with the others.”
“I’m sorry.” Although she wasn’t, she tried to seem remorseful as she peeped at him over her shoulder.
“I don’t believe that for a minute,” he growled while curving his hand around her jaw and lowering his mouth to hers, his demanding lips caressing hers until she was breathless. “Sleep, dove,” he insisted as he settled behind her. “Daybreak will be here all too soon.”
“What about the lantern?”
“Let it burn.”
“As you wish, master.” She giggled as his hand closed over her breast and tweaked a nipple in warning.
“Insatiable nymph,” he murmured, not sounding the least bit displeased.
.............
Grab your copy of this sizzling story at these places:
Amazon: http://ow.ly/Y3I2j
All Romance eBooks: http://ow.ly/Yh0VP
Barnes and Noble: http://ow.ly/Y3HK0
Kobo: http://ow.ly/Y3HUZ
Googlebooks: http://ow.ly/Y4Mxf
You can follow Maddie and Melody on line at the following links:
Maddie Media Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Maddie-Taylor/e...
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/maddie.taylo...
Blog: http://maddietaylorromance.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/maddietwrites
Melody’s Media Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Melody-Parks/e/...
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/MelodyParks
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/melodyparkse...
Blog: www.melodyparkseroticromance.blogspot...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/melodyparks90
Google+ : https://plus.google.com/+MelodyParks/...
Google+ : https://plus.google.com/u/0/113017897...
Thanks for stopping by ladies -it has been a pleasure!
Enjoy your week,
Felicity Brandon
February 10, 2016
In a Bind this Valentine?
Regards on this hump day! Today the Brandon blog is pleased to host the amazing
Scarlett Flame with her recent release, A Valentine's Bind: Manchester Dominants and submissives!
Read the blurb here and then grab your copy below... When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
The book is available in paperback and FREE with KindleUnlimited! It's 99c in the US & 99p in the UK!
Universal link - http://authl.it/B01B8R1P0C
UK Link - http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01B8R1P0C/
US link - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B8R1P0C
So get out there and get bound this Valentine's!
Wishing you all a great week...
Felicity Brandon
Scarlett Flame with her recent release, A Valentine's Bind: Manchester Dominants and submissives!
Read the blurb here and then grab your copy below... When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
The book is available in paperback and FREE with KindleUnlimited! It's 99c in the US & 99p in the UK!
Universal link - http://authl.it/B01B8R1P0C
UK Link - http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01B8R1P0C/
US link - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B8R1P0C
So get out there and get bound this Valentine's!
Wishing you all a great week...
Felicity Brandon
