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December 30, 2017
Happy New Year!!!
What a year this has been. A year of many firsts, that's for sure. I had my first ever signing at The Tempted and Tantalizing event in Staten Island.
My second signing at Riveting Reads Australia.
And oh yeah...I went to Australia!!!
I cuddled a koala, fed and played with some kangaroos, explored the beautiful Tamborine Mountains and so much more. One of the highlights though, was not just seeing the fabulous sights, but also meeting some wonderful authors and readers at the signing and cocktail party and getting to spend some time with some of them, especially getting to meet one of my SME sisters in person for the first time, Maia Dylan, and let me tell you, once we got our other SME sista, Sarah Marsh, on the phone, we had some serious plot bunnies forming. The trip definitely left a lasting impression on me and I am already planning my next visit. There are just some places in this world too beautiful to visit only once and Australia is one of them.
Coming up in 2018
I had several releases this year and ended the year off with three acceptances for early next year. Arctic Spirit (Arctic Ice #1) is the start of a brand new MFM Tiger Shifter series. This was previously released in an anthology and now contains some added content, including a sneak peek at another series which will be set in the same world. There will be at least 3 books in each of these two series, so next year's writing schedule is looking very full.
In addition to the above series, In Fair Brighton (Star-Crossed Mafia #1) is also the first in a series, about you guessed it, star-crossed lovers from opposing households in the mob, but as with all of my romance stories you can definitely expect mine to end with a happily ever after. I can't tell you how excited I am about this new series. Book 2 is already outlined and there are definitely ideas brewing for books 3 and 4.
And also coming out in early 2018 is book 5 in the Beyond The Veil Series: Fighting Faete. Maia, Sarah, and I are already working on book 6 and there is a 7 in the works, too.The three of us will also be featured in an anthology due out in may, titled Down and Dirty. 22 authors in total. More details are coming soon, but I can definitely share that it's going to be HOT HOT HOT!
AND FINALLY...I can't tell you how absolutely grateful I am to all of you wonderful beautiful readers for choosing The Beyond The Veil Series as one of your favorite series in the 2017 Evernight Readers' Choice Awards. This award means so much to me and my lovely writing partners. This series has been such a blast collaborating with them and we have our SME Street Team to thank for this! We are so grateful for you guys.
I want to wish you all a very happy and healthy NEW YEAR. May 2018 be amazing!!!
December 26, 2017
#Slingwords and #SeasonofSeduction
BOXING DAY CELEBRATION! Boxed sets galore for your reading pleasure. You need to load your e-reader to get through the rest of the winter. (You know you NEED to.)#Slingwords #SeasonofSeduction #SCK2 https://slingwords.blogspot.com/2017/12/celebrate-boxing-day-2017.html Thanks for stopping by. :)
December 24, 2017
Happy Holidays!!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you wonderful readers.Here's something to warm you up during this holiday season.
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim.
Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season... of Seduction.
https://www.amazon.com/Season-Seduction-Collection-Holiday-Romances-ebook/dp/B0784TPPC3/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1514138517&sr=8-1&keywords=season+of+seduction
BLURB:
She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.
Excerpt:
As soon as the elevator door slid open, he pulled her to him and fused his lips to hers again, walking her backwards inside. His roaming hands were bolder now, cupping her breast with one hand, and her ass with the other. She thought she may actually come just from him touching her. Then she realized once again they weren’t moving. With a giggle against his lips, she said, “You have to press nine.” “Oh, right.” He pressed the button for her floor and then pushed her up against the wall. She felt his hard length pressing against her and emboldened herself to slide her hand in between them. He groaned when her hand made contact and then ground himself into her hand, moaning in her mouth as they feverishly kissed. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long, Emeline.” “I’ve wanted you, too,” she breathed. The doors slid open. He clasped her hand in his and together they briskly walked the few feet it took to get to her apartment. Once again, he was the one who opened her door. The moment they stepped inside and shut the door, their hands and lips were on each other once again. It was dark, but the lights from the street illuminated enough. Her keys along with her clutch were thrown on the floor. Toed off shoes came right before he hoisted her up to straddle his hips, carrying her toward her hallway. “Closet,” she said when he opened up the wrong door. He cursed. “I’m going to take you in that damned closet!” He didn’t. He continued to her bedroom, which was open, and stopped right beside the bed in the center of the room, letting her slide down to stand. Her knees felt weak, but he supported her. He cursed again when he couldn’t get her belt open. “There’s a catch inside in the back.” She turned around and then felt his fingers slide inside the belt. “Good. It’d be a shame to rip this pretty dress.” It would, but she wanted it off as badly as he did. Thankfully, he found the catch and the belt snapped open and fell in a light clang on the floor. At least the zipper was easy enough to slide down. He did it slowly, lavishing kisses down the open trail, and then he slid the straps down her shoulders, and then the dress down her body, bending down to steady her as she stepped out of it. He didn’t touch her right away when he stood back up. She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her and when he turned her around to face him, he stood shirtless and she got her first look at his naked chest and washboard abs. There was a light scattering of blonde hair on his chest. She reached out with both hands and placed them on his shoulders and then she glided them down slowly, exploring the hard muscle underneath. She looked up at him when her hand reached the button of his pants and found him staring intently at her, hungrily. He leaned down to capture her mouth again. This time the kiss was slow and explorative as they shed the rest of their clothes, along with the pins in her hair and the tie in his. Her nipples felt like hard points, pressed against his warm, naked body, making her shudder, his unsteady breaths matching her own. Finally, he lifted her up again as he crawled onto her bed and then gently laid her down underneath him. He kissed her lips, her neck, and then her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. He trapped her hands above her head, as he began his slow descent down her body, delivering open mouthed kisses down her jaw, to her neck, and then finally stopping at her breasts. Emeline moaned loudly when Adam bit down on her nipple and then louder still when he laved away the sting. He then gifted her other breast with the same attention. He released her hands and travelled further down her body, kissing, nipping, licking as he went, until he reached her center, his soft beard adding an extra sensation. Her body bowed when his mouth connected with the most private part of her and he was relentless, devouring her as he had her mouth. He teased her tight bundle of nerves with just the tip of his tongue before finally laving all around. With one hand in his hair and the other fisting the sheets beside her, she rode out his torture, chasing her completion, his large hands holding her inner thighs steady. When he sucked hard on her clit, she screamed, and moved her head from side to side, as her climax hit her with a force like she’d never felt before. Adam moaned against her, licking and kissing until her legs stopped quivering. After one final intimate kiss, he crawled back up her body and took her lips again. “You see how delicious you taste? Better than the sweetest honey.” Even his words set her on fire, and again, the ache was stirring despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her with his talented tongue. And she did like the taste of herself, especially since it was mixed in with his taste, one she was already becoming addicted to.
Thanks for stopping by. :)
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim.Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season... of Seduction.
https://www.amazon.com/Season-Seduction-Collection-Holiday-Romances-ebook/dp/B0784TPPC3/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1514138517&sr=8-1&keywords=season+of+seduction
BLURB:She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.
Excerpt:As soon as the elevator door slid open, he pulled her to him and fused his lips to hers again, walking her backwards inside. His roaming hands were bolder now, cupping her breast with one hand, and her ass with the other. She thought she may actually come just from him touching her. Then she realized once again they weren’t moving. With a giggle against his lips, she said, “You have to press nine.” “Oh, right.” He pressed the button for her floor and then pushed her up against the wall. She felt his hard length pressing against her and emboldened herself to slide her hand in between them. He groaned when her hand made contact and then ground himself into her hand, moaning in her mouth as they feverishly kissed. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long, Emeline.” “I’ve wanted you, too,” she breathed. The doors slid open. He clasped her hand in his and together they briskly walked the few feet it took to get to her apartment. Once again, he was the one who opened her door. The moment they stepped inside and shut the door, their hands and lips were on each other once again. It was dark, but the lights from the street illuminated enough. Her keys along with her clutch were thrown on the floor. Toed off shoes came right before he hoisted her up to straddle his hips, carrying her toward her hallway. “Closet,” she said when he opened up the wrong door. He cursed. “I’m going to take you in that damned closet!” He didn’t. He continued to her bedroom, which was open, and stopped right beside the bed in the center of the room, letting her slide down to stand. Her knees felt weak, but he supported her. He cursed again when he couldn’t get her belt open. “There’s a catch inside in the back.” She turned around and then felt his fingers slide inside the belt. “Good. It’d be a shame to rip this pretty dress.” It would, but she wanted it off as badly as he did. Thankfully, he found the catch and the belt snapped open and fell in a light clang on the floor. At least the zipper was easy enough to slide down. He did it slowly, lavishing kisses down the open trail, and then he slid the straps down her shoulders, and then the dress down her body, bending down to steady her as she stepped out of it. He didn’t touch her right away when he stood back up. She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her and when he turned her around to face him, he stood shirtless and she got her first look at his naked chest and washboard abs. There was a light scattering of blonde hair on his chest. She reached out with both hands and placed them on his shoulders and then she glided them down slowly, exploring the hard muscle underneath. She looked up at him when her hand reached the button of his pants and found him staring intently at her, hungrily. He leaned down to capture her mouth again. This time the kiss was slow and explorative as they shed the rest of their clothes, along with the pins in her hair and the tie in his. Her nipples felt like hard points, pressed against his warm, naked body, making her shudder, his unsteady breaths matching her own. Finally, he lifted her up again as he crawled onto her bed and then gently laid her down underneath him. He kissed her lips, her neck, and then her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. He trapped her hands above her head, as he began his slow descent down her body, delivering open mouthed kisses down her jaw, to her neck, and then finally stopping at her breasts. Emeline moaned loudly when Adam bit down on her nipple and then louder still when he laved away the sting. He then gifted her other breast with the same attention. He released her hands and travelled further down her body, kissing, nipping, licking as he went, until he reached her center, his soft beard adding an extra sensation. Her body bowed when his mouth connected with the most private part of her and he was relentless, devouring her as he had her mouth. He teased her tight bundle of nerves with just the tip of his tongue before finally laving all around. With one hand in his hair and the other fisting the sheets beside her, she rode out his torture, chasing her completion, his large hands holding her inner thighs steady. When he sucked hard on her clit, she screamed, and moved her head from side to side, as her climax hit her with a force like she’d never felt before. Adam moaned against her, licking and kissing until her legs stopped quivering. After one final intimate kiss, he crawled back up her body and took her lips again. “You see how delicious you taste? Better than the sweetest honey.” Even his words set her on fire, and again, the ache was stirring despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her with his talented tongue. And she did like the taste of herself, especially since it was mixed in with his taste, one she was already becoming addicted to.
Thanks for stopping by. :)
December 22, 2017
@AuthorHKCarlton Xmas Spouse Swap by H K Carlton
Please welcome my guest blogger today, HK Carlton with XMAS SPOUSE SWAP.
Xmas Spouse Swap
by
H K Carlton
Published By: eXtasy Books
Word Count: 18,875
Publication Date: December 18, 2017
Genre: holiday/seasonal, erotica, spouse swapping
Heat Level: 4 flames
Thank you so much for hosting today. I'd like to wish you and your readers a Happy Holiday filled with all the Blessings of the Season.
Today, I've brought along, twins Siri and Iris, who decide to give their husbands the ultimate gift — a festive spouse swap.
If you decide to give this story a read and you enjoy it—and I hope you do—you might be interested to know, I'm working feverishly on a sequel.
Blurb:
Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level…
Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters Iris and Siri Beaulieu vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.
Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present by switching identities.
And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap the husbands will never forget.
Although it’s been done, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas to you!
Buy Links:eXtasy BooksComing soon to Amazon
Excerpt:
“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.”
“Not like that, I don’t.”
“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.”
“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied.
“Pfff.”
“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit.
“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said.
“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.”
“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this... this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.
Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers.
Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat.
Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one.
Siri swirled her wine around her glass and grinned. “Interested in swapping now, sista-mine?”
Buy Links:
eXtasy Books
Coming soon to Amazonand other vendors
I'll update links here as they become available
About the Author:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
Social Links:
Blogs: Pick a Genre AlreadyPick a Genre
Breaking Genre
Twitter
Facebook (timeline)
Facebook (author page)
The Always Cambridge Series
Goodreads
Pinterest
Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, HK. :)
Xmas Spouse Swap
by
H K Carlton
Published By: eXtasy Books
Word Count: 18,875
Publication Date: December 18, 2017
Genre: holiday/seasonal, erotica, spouse swapping
Heat Level: 4 flames
Thank you so much for hosting today. I'd like to wish you and your readers a Happy Holiday filled with all the Blessings of the Season.
Today, I've brought along, twins Siri and Iris, who decide to give their husbands the ultimate gift — a festive spouse swap.
If you decide to give this story a read and you enjoy it—and I hope you do—you might be interested to know, I'm working feverishly on a sequel.
Blurb:
Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level…
Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters Iris and Siri Beaulieu vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.
Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present by switching identities.
And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap the husbands will never forget.
Although it’s been done, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas to you!
Buy Links:eXtasy BooksComing soon to Amazon
Excerpt:
“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.”
“Not like that, I don’t.”
“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.”
“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied.
“Pfff.”
“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit.
“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said.
“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.”
“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this... this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.
Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers.
Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat.
Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one.
Siri swirled her wine around her glass and grinned. “Interested in swapping now, sista-mine?”
Buy Links:
eXtasy Books
Coming soon to Amazonand other vendors
I'll update links here as they become available
About the Author:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
Social Links:
Blogs: Pick a Genre AlreadyPick a Genre
Breaking Genre
Facebook (timeline)
Facebook (author page)
The Always Cambridge Series
Goodreads
Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, HK. :)
December 19, 2017
@ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub The Beauty Of Forever Elyzabeth M. Valley
Today Elyzabeth M. Valley stops by to talk about her new Christmas tale, The Beauty of Forever.
A Christmas Realm Tale, 1
Once dead, always dead.
Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.
Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.
Life is a gift in which every moment counts.
When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires. Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.
Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?
Available at:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon.com
Amazon.uk
Bookstrand
Thank you for having me on your blog today!
I’m excited to share my latest release with you, The Beauty of Forever (A Christmas Realm Tale I) . This is the first story in a new paranormal - holiday themed series, which revolves around Santa’s kingdom in the North Pole and the different people who work for him.Christmas is my favorite holiday and I’ve always enjoyed both reading and writing holiday-themed stories. One day, I was chatting with my sister about some story ideas I had and she mentioned vampires. My muse immediately made the connection.
Vampires + Christmas.
I was a bit baffled. How was I going to make that work? After all, vampires are supposed to be dark, gloomy and Christmas is the opposite. I set the story aside for a good year or so, until, I began toying with the idea again and that’s when Christopher formally introduced himself. I could picture him, a 500 year old vampire standing at a floor to ceiling window, looking down at what was supposed to be the happiest place on Earth and feeling miserable.
Why?
Little by little, Christopher opened up to me along with Santa’s empire. I had turned the key to the door of a world in which vampires, elves, fairies, fauns, shifters and more co-inhabited and I greedily immersed myself in it.
Every time I think about Christopher, Samantha and everyone in The Beauty of Forever , my heart soars. I can only hope you feel the same. Enjoy!
Excerpt:“That went well with Jacobs, right?” she blurted, searching for a distraction.
Christopher looked at her. The intensity in his gaze threw her back and her knees weakened.
“Yes,” he replied. “You were fantastic. I can see now why Santa hired you.” His mouth thinned. “Jacobs was practically salivating after you.”
Samantha blinked, surprised by the ferocity in his tone. “I don’t know him as well as you do, but from what he spoke, he seemed devoted to his wife.”
“It’s not what I saw.”
She smiled, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice and the way it curled in her belly, heating her from the inside out.
“Is that why you were glaring at him while we were working?” she joked.
“I wasn’t glaring. I was simply—” Christopher raked his gaze over her. “Watching.”
Samantha shivered. She lifted her chin. “And did you observe anything of interest?”
Christopher slid his arms to the height of her elbows. He didn’t touch her, but the hairs on her body rose. Nerve ends tingled. Christopher leaned in. “Absolutely.”
“Mind sharing?”
What was she asking? She knew full well they weren’t talking about work anymore, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body had taken over her mind and all it wanted was for Christopher to come closer. She craved to see him bring out his humanity in the most carnal way possible.
“I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“Try me.”
Christopher grinned. His gaze held a warning which she should have heeded because the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was lost. Burying his hand into her hair, he slanted his head and dove into her mouth. Like a flower urgently seeking sunshine, she opened up to him. His groan reverberated through her and she arched against him. His minty taste swept over her, taking her by surprise. Holding her firmly, he devoured her like a man starved of nourishment. Each stroke of his tongue drew her further away from reality, into a bubble where only they existed. Desperate to find something to hold on to, to keep her grounded, Samantha fisted his shirt.
It didn’t help. The world vanished, leaving only him behind. His essence. His strength. The heat of his passion, which she frantically desired.
The train lurched to a stop and they stumbled, breaking apart. Gasping for air, Samantha stared at Christopher. His eyes had deepened to an indigo blue and he had a wildness to him that spoke of danger and unyielding hunger. For her? She swallowed. She had to stop this now. Before it got too far. It was one thing to flirt with him so he would smile, and another one entirely different to kiss on a train full of people.
“Christopher—”
People shoved their way out of the wagon, drawing them close again. Christopher wrapped her in his arms. His scent flooded her and for an instant, she shut her eyes and pretended the sound against her ear wasn’t her own heart thrashing, but his, beating.
But it wasn’t. The knowledge chilled her to the bones. Christopher wasn’t really alive. He spoke and he moved but his heart was dead. How did he even exist?
The piercing whistle of the shutting doors signaled the train’s departure. Christopher tilted her chin.
“Are you all right?”
Samantha sucked in her cheeks.
“Christopher, we can’t do this,” she said.
“By this, I imagine you’re talking about the kiss?
She nodded.
“Why not, Samantha?”
He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a tingling trail which echoed in other parts of her body. Damn it all if she didn’t want to nip his finger and tease him. She yearned to kiss him again, to feel his unpredictable heat against her.
“I don’t see the problem. We’re both adults and we’re attracted to each other,” he continued.
You’re not alive.
“We need to work together. Things could get complicated,” she said instead.
Christopher cupped her cheek. His eyes narrowed and he set his jaw. “Complicated?”
“We work together,” she repeated.
Wanting you scares me. It’s unnatural.
Christopher raised his eyebrows.
“I see.” He disentangled himself from her. Samantha shivered and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Christopher smirked. He knew.
“I’ll respect your wishes, Samantha. For now. But, just remember, doll, I’m an animal of prey. What I want, I hunt down and get. I’ve lived long enough to know I want you, Samantha, and a night of hot, passionate sex won’t make things, as you put it, complicated.” The train started to slow again. Their stop was next. Christopher leaned in. “Sooner or later, doll, I will have you.” ~~~~~~~~~Available at:
Evernight Publishing ~ Amazon.com ~ Amazon.uk ~ Bookstrand
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Elyzabeth. :)
A Christmas Realm Tale, 1
Once dead, always dead.
Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.
Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.
Life is a gift in which every moment counts.
When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires. Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.
Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?
Available at:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon.com
Amazon.uk
Bookstrand
Thank you for having me on your blog today!
I’m excited to share my latest release with you, The Beauty of Forever (A Christmas Realm Tale I) . This is the first story in a new paranormal - holiday themed series, which revolves around Santa’s kingdom in the North Pole and the different people who work for him.Christmas is my favorite holiday and I’ve always enjoyed both reading and writing holiday-themed stories. One day, I was chatting with my sister about some story ideas I had and she mentioned vampires. My muse immediately made the connection.
Vampires + Christmas.
I was a bit baffled. How was I going to make that work? After all, vampires are supposed to be dark, gloomy and Christmas is the opposite. I set the story aside for a good year or so, until, I began toying with the idea again and that’s when Christopher formally introduced himself. I could picture him, a 500 year old vampire standing at a floor to ceiling window, looking down at what was supposed to be the happiest place on Earth and feeling miserable.
Why?
Little by little, Christopher opened up to me along with Santa’s empire. I had turned the key to the door of a world in which vampires, elves, fairies, fauns, shifters and more co-inhabited and I greedily immersed myself in it.
Every time I think about Christopher, Samantha and everyone in The Beauty of Forever , my heart soars. I can only hope you feel the same. Enjoy!
Excerpt:“That went well with Jacobs, right?” she blurted, searching for a distraction.
Christopher looked at her. The intensity in his gaze threw her back and her knees weakened.
“Yes,” he replied. “You were fantastic. I can see now why Santa hired you.” His mouth thinned. “Jacobs was practically salivating after you.”
Samantha blinked, surprised by the ferocity in his tone. “I don’t know him as well as you do, but from what he spoke, he seemed devoted to his wife.”
“It’s not what I saw.”
She smiled, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice and the way it curled in her belly, heating her from the inside out.
“Is that why you were glaring at him while we were working?” she joked.
“I wasn’t glaring. I was simply—” Christopher raked his gaze over her. “Watching.”
Samantha shivered. She lifted her chin. “And did you observe anything of interest?”
Christopher slid his arms to the height of her elbows. He didn’t touch her, but the hairs on her body rose. Nerve ends tingled. Christopher leaned in. “Absolutely.”
“Mind sharing?”
What was she asking? She knew full well they weren’t talking about work anymore, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body had taken over her mind and all it wanted was for Christopher to come closer. She craved to see him bring out his humanity in the most carnal way possible.
“I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“Try me.”
Christopher grinned. His gaze held a warning which she should have heeded because the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was lost. Burying his hand into her hair, he slanted his head and dove into her mouth. Like a flower urgently seeking sunshine, she opened up to him. His groan reverberated through her and she arched against him. His minty taste swept over her, taking her by surprise. Holding her firmly, he devoured her like a man starved of nourishment. Each stroke of his tongue drew her further away from reality, into a bubble where only they existed. Desperate to find something to hold on to, to keep her grounded, Samantha fisted his shirt.
It didn’t help. The world vanished, leaving only him behind. His essence. His strength. The heat of his passion, which she frantically desired.
The train lurched to a stop and they stumbled, breaking apart. Gasping for air, Samantha stared at Christopher. His eyes had deepened to an indigo blue and he had a wildness to him that spoke of danger and unyielding hunger. For her? She swallowed. She had to stop this now. Before it got too far. It was one thing to flirt with him so he would smile, and another one entirely different to kiss on a train full of people.
“Christopher—”
People shoved their way out of the wagon, drawing them close again. Christopher wrapped her in his arms. His scent flooded her and for an instant, she shut her eyes and pretended the sound against her ear wasn’t her own heart thrashing, but his, beating.
But it wasn’t. The knowledge chilled her to the bones. Christopher wasn’t really alive. He spoke and he moved but his heart was dead. How did he even exist?
The piercing whistle of the shutting doors signaled the train’s departure. Christopher tilted her chin.
“Are you all right?”
Samantha sucked in her cheeks.
“Christopher, we can’t do this,” she said.
“By this, I imagine you’re talking about the kiss?
She nodded.
“Why not, Samantha?”
He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a tingling trail which echoed in other parts of her body. Damn it all if she didn’t want to nip his finger and tease him. She yearned to kiss him again, to feel his unpredictable heat against her.
“I don’t see the problem. We’re both adults and we’re attracted to each other,” he continued.
You’re not alive.
“We need to work together. Things could get complicated,” she said instead.
Christopher cupped her cheek. His eyes narrowed and he set his jaw. “Complicated?”
“We work together,” she repeated.
Wanting you scares me. It’s unnatural.
Christopher raised his eyebrows.
“I see.” He disentangled himself from her. Samantha shivered and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Christopher smirked. He knew.
“I’ll respect your wishes, Samantha. For now. But, just remember, doll, I’m an animal of prey. What I want, I hunt down and get. I’ve lived long enough to know I want you, Samantha, and a night of hot, passionate sex won’t make things, as you put it, complicated.” The train started to slow again. Their stop was next. Christopher leaned in. “Sooner or later, doll, I will have you.” ~~~~~~~~~Available at:
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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love. When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
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December 15, 2017
@parr_books @evernightpub Guest Blogger E.D. Parr with Hidden Magic
Please welcome my guest blogger E.D. Parr who stops by to talk about her latest release, Hidden Magic.
Thank you for hosting me with new release MM romance Hidden Magic.
I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.
Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.
Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.
There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.
Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes
Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages
On launch special at Evernight Publishinghttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/Available Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0786SVL37Available all other Amazon sites: Global link http://a-fwd.com/asin-com=B0786SVL37Siren Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm
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Owain’s desperation grew in the night. He used magic to make coffee after spending too long in the shower. He walked to work trying to calm himself and before he knew what he was doing he used magic to speed and lift his steps. Only when he went through the small gate to the stable area, and, from force of habit, turned to close it, did he realize he’d left no prints in the snow. He dropped his feet to the ground. The layer of snow made a dull scrunch as it compacted.
A frown creasing his forehead, Owain entered the stables and went to the large enclosure where his older red deer had a space each. Their winter quarters made them impatient to work, and Owain soothed them with his magical touch. “Shush, shush, I’ll let you run in the paddock today after the school visit. The forecast is for sunshine by noon. Not that you care if it snows.” He stroked them, affection in every move. The deer snorted softly.
He was at his desk checking the staff roster on the computer when a worker brought Rowan to him. Owain’s heart thudded as he stood to greet Rowan. He minimized the document window and went around the desk.
“Thank you, Ben.” He dismissed his colleague with a smile, but as soon as Ben had closed the office door as he left, Owain went to Rowan. “It’s great to see you. I, er, I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”
Rowan gazed at him, his eyes glittering with pleasure. “To visit you—how could I not? I thought about you all night. I almost called the cell phone number on your business card. Is it your personal number?”
Owain nodded as he answered. “I wished I could call you. I thought it might be too soon. It is my personal number. The landline number is for the farm, but I didn’t want the staff bothered by after-hours calls, hence my number—”
Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his and pushed his hands around Rowan’s waist to hold him fast and linger in the kiss, until the sensation of floating in a haze of lust became real and Owain lifted them both from the ground.
Rowan broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Your kisses are—”
Panic made Owain’s stomach churn, and he brought their feet to the floor thanking any deity listening that he’d only elevated an inch or so. “—so are yours.” He caught his breath resting his forehead on Rowan’s.
Rowan smiled, finishing his sentence. “So sexy.”
Pleasure closed Owain’s eyes.
Rowan pushed his arms around Owain’s neck and pressed his body close.Rowan’s hard body against his enticed until Owain swept his hands down to Rowan’s ass and grabbed it to thrust his erection on Rowan’s. The hard column of Owain’s cock straining against his pants rubbed on Rowan’s. Owain sighed into his soft kisses. “This is no place to make out.”
Rowan whispered between hungry kisses. “Lock the door. My dick’s leaking. I’ll lose it and come soon. Let me suck your cock. You have to want that.”
Owain’s urgent desire overwhelmed him. He edged to the door, simultaneously kissing Rowan and bringing him to lean there. He couldn’t lock the door from inside, but they could block entry with their bodies.
Rowan opened his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down his thighs. His huge cock sprang free. He moaned low and grabbed Owain’s hand to close it around his dick.
Owain gasped as the shape and feel of Rowan’s cock in his hand sent sparks of pleasure down his body to pool in his balls, and his own cock jerked against his pants.
“Uh, uh, fucking hell.” Rowan thrust his hips, and his dick shifted in Owain’s fist.
Owain tightened his grip and slipped his other hand around Rowan’s body to finger the crack of Rowan’s hard ass, as he took kiss after kiss from Rowan’s open mouth.
Rowan’s cum shot over Owain’s hand and along his wrist. Rowan ground his cock into Owain’s grasp as he moaned. He stilled slowly and returned Owain’s kisses. “I need your cock in my mouth, fucking now—” He pulled away from Owain and dropped to his knees.
With shaking hands, Owain helped his lover open his pants and push them down his thighs along with his underwear. Rowan’s lick along his aching cock made him groan.
Rowan lapped at the head of Owain’s dick as he grasped the shaft. He circled feather-light touches around Owain’s balls with his fingertips.
Owain’s stomach clenched tight. He couldn’t breathe. The feel of Rowan’s lips around his cock set him moaning. The tight, wet friction as Rowan brought his dick in and out of his mouth nearly sent Owain to his knees. He grabbed Rowan’s shoulders and let himself thrust. Streaks of sensation gathered between his legs. His balls lifted high under Rowan’s touch. Owain’s orgasm stormed over him with pleasure so exquisite he fell back against the door, and as his knees sagged, he struggled not to groan too loudly.
Rowan held him there, waiting until Owain had pumped all his seed into his throat. He stroked Owain’s tense stomach, forcing more moans to escape, and his cock throbbed in Rowan’s mouth.
“Rowan—” He murmured the name, wanting to kiss those lips that had brought him such pleasure.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing
Find E.D.Parr onlineEvernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/Twitter https://twitter.com/parr_booksAmazon page https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MUNJ3I8\Blog https://parrx.blogspot.comG+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/109826263935095799032Facebook @parrbooks https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/
Thanks for stopping by, E.D. :)
December 14, 2017
5th Annual Readers' Choice Awards from Evernight Publishing
Thank you, you wonderful readers. I'm so excited to be nominated in two categories with Best Series: Beyond The Veil and Best Menage: Catching Faete from the Beyond The Veil series I co-write with the lovelies Maia Dylan and Sarah Marsh. We would so very much appreciate your votes. <3 There's also a $25 gift card up for grabs at the end of the poll. :) https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/HNL62PL
What an exciting writing journey this has been so far. Beyond The Veil started out as a fun exercise in our SME street team and turned into an amazing world filled with shifters, Fae, Goddesses, and so much action and adventure, not to mention some pretty steamy love scenes. Our fifth book in the series, Fighting Faete, will be releasing in early 2018 and we can't wait to share this story with you.Thanks for stopping by. :)
December 13, 2017
@GaleStanley Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight by Gale Stanley
Guest blogger Gale Stanley stops by to talk about Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight.
Cover art: Bryan KellerGenres: Gay Romance, Multiple Partners, HolidayLength: Box SetPage Count: 145
Publisher's Note: Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet) contains the previously published novellas Silent Knight and Sleepless Knight.
Silent KnightPaul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his boss, but when his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. Rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco he visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince Paul that you can’t go home again. Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woods, a chance meeting with a hunter is his only option for survival. Paul knows the type, a backwoods bigot just like the men he grew up with, but what choice does he have? A few days with the hunter convinces Paul there’s more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?
Sleepless KnightAndy and Paul are totally committed to each other, but when the two-year itch infects their relationship, Paul becomes distant and refuses to talk about it. Andy arranges a much needed vacation, but on the way home they pick up a hitchhiker who’s willing to trade sex for a roof over his head. Andy will do anything to make Paul happy, even if it means bringing another man into their bed. But is a threesome really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?
Excerpt:
Andy studied his houseguest. Under different circumstances, Paul’s features would be extremely appealing, but right now, his high cheekbones were an unhealthy shade of pale, and his sensual lips were blue. He hoped Paul would accept his help. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.”
“I usually get dinner first,” Paul mumbled.
Paul’s attempt at humor was a good sign. Andy chuckled. “I’ll give you something to nibble on later, city boy.”
Andy helped his unexpected guest to the sleeping alcove. It was only across the room, but Paul leaned heavily on Andy, and by the time he sat on the bed, sweat beaded on Paul’s forehead. The man was obviously exhausted, but he tried to push Andy away when he attempted to undress Paul.“Come on, city boy. You need to warm up.”
“I’m good.” Paul’s sentence ended with a shiver.
“You’re not good. You’re hypothermic and maybe frostbitten. Let me take your clothes off, and maybe we’ll save a few body parts.”
Andy’s harsh words must have gotten through to Paul. He stopped protesting and allowed Andy to undress him. When only Paul’s boxers remained, Andy surveyed his body with a clinical eye. There were no disturbing signs of frostbite. He just needed to rest and warm up. Paul might be cold, but he was also incredibly hot. Andy couldn’t help checking out his houseguest’s perfect golden tan. Obviously, the man was from a warmer locale. And Paul’s lean, muscular body, sprinkled with light brown hair, shouted gym rat. When Paul lay down on his back, Andy was surprised to see an erection escaping Paul’s boxers. He reached for the waistband to pull the shorts off.
Paul rose on his elbows and swore under his breath. “See anything you like?”
For a limited time, Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight is available at a new release discount at Changeling Press .
Available at
Changeling Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
Website | Blog | Twitter | FaceBook | Instagram | Pinterest
Happy Reading!
Thanks for stopping by, Gale. :)
Cover art: Bryan KellerGenres: Gay Romance, Multiple Partners, HolidayLength: Box SetPage Count: 145
Publisher's Note: Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet) contains the previously published novellas Silent Knight and Sleepless Knight.
Silent KnightPaul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his boss, but when his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. Rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco he visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince Paul that you can’t go home again. Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woods, a chance meeting with a hunter is his only option for survival. Paul knows the type, a backwoods bigot just like the men he grew up with, but what choice does he have? A few days with the hunter convinces Paul there’s more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?
Sleepless KnightAndy and Paul are totally committed to each other, but when the two-year itch infects their relationship, Paul becomes distant and refuses to talk about it. Andy arranges a much needed vacation, but on the way home they pick up a hitchhiker who’s willing to trade sex for a roof over his head. Andy will do anything to make Paul happy, even if it means bringing another man into their bed. But is a threesome really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?
Excerpt:
Andy studied his houseguest. Under different circumstances, Paul’s features would be extremely appealing, but right now, his high cheekbones were an unhealthy shade of pale, and his sensual lips were blue. He hoped Paul would accept his help. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.”
“I usually get dinner first,” Paul mumbled.
Paul’s attempt at humor was a good sign. Andy chuckled. “I’ll give you something to nibble on later, city boy.”
Andy helped his unexpected guest to the sleeping alcove. It was only across the room, but Paul leaned heavily on Andy, and by the time he sat on the bed, sweat beaded on Paul’s forehead. The man was obviously exhausted, but he tried to push Andy away when he attempted to undress Paul.“Come on, city boy. You need to warm up.”
“I’m good.” Paul’s sentence ended with a shiver.
“You’re not good. You’re hypothermic and maybe frostbitten. Let me take your clothes off, and maybe we’ll save a few body parts.”
Andy’s harsh words must have gotten through to Paul. He stopped protesting and allowed Andy to undress him. When only Paul’s boxers remained, Andy surveyed his body with a clinical eye. There were no disturbing signs of frostbite. He just needed to rest and warm up. Paul might be cold, but he was also incredibly hot. Andy couldn’t help checking out his houseguest’s perfect golden tan. Obviously, the man was from a warmer locale. And Paul’s lean, muscular body, sprinkled with light brown hair, shouted gym rat. When Paul lay down on his back, Andy was surprised to see an erection escaping Paul’s boxers. He reached for the waistband to pull the shorts off.
Paul rose on his elbows and swore under his breath. “See anything you like?”
For a limited time, Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight is available at a new release discount at Changeling Press .
Available at
Changeling Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
Website | Blog | Twitter | FaceBook | Instagram | Pinterest
Happy Reading!
Thanks for stopping by, Gale. :)
December 12, 2017
@AuthorLynnBurke @evernightpub Guest Blogger Lynn Burke with Second Go-Round
The lovely Lynn Burke stops by my blog to talk about her new book, Second Go-Round.
NEW FROM LYNN BURKE!
Second Go-Round
Elite Escorts #2Contemporary Erotic Romance, SuspensePublisher: Evernight PublishingCover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.
Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.
With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.
*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toysPURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077ZMFSD8Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/765647
~~~oOo~~~Excerpt:Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” “I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.“Comfy enough.”Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
Elite Escorts Series
Third WheelSecond Go-RoundFirst Time - Coming Jan 2018Zero Tolerance - Coming Jan 2018 ~~~oOo~~~ GIVEAWAY!A $10 Amazon Gift Card and wrap around Author Lynn Burke mug!
a Rafflecopter giveaway~~~oOo~~~ About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. LinksWebsite: https://www.authorlynnburke.comBlog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/
Thanks for stopping by, Lynn. :)
NEW FROM LYNN BURKE!
Second Go-Round
Elite Escorts #2Contemporary Erotic Romance, SuspensePublisher: Evernight PublishingCover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.
Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.
With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.
*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toysPURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077ZMFSD8Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/765647
~~~oOo~~~Excerpt:Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” “I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.“Comfy enough.”Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
Elite Escorts Series
Third WheelSecond Go-RoundFirst Time - Coming Jan 2018Zero Tolerance - Coming Jan 2018 ~~~oOo~~~ GIVEAWAY!A $10 Amazon Gift Card and wrap around Author Lynn Burke mug!
a Rafflecopter giveaway~~~oOo~~~ About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. LinksWebsite: https://www.authorlynnburke.comBlog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/Thanks for stopping by, Lynn. :)
December 5, 2017
#SeasonOfSeduction #KU #HolidayRomance #Boxset #KindleUnlimited
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My Contribution is: The Beast In A suit.
BLURB:
She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.
Excerpt:
As soon as the elevator door slid open, he pulled her to him and fused his lips to hers again, walking her backwards inside. His roaming hands were bolder now, cupping her breast with one hand, and her ass with the other. She thought she may actually come just from him touching her. Then she realized once again they weren’t moving. With a giggle against his lips, she said, “You have to press nine.” “Oh, right.” He pressed the button for her floor and then pushed her up against the wall. She felt his hard length pressing against her and emboldened herself to slide her hand in between them. He groaned when her hand made contact and then ground himself into her hand, moaning in her mouth as they feverishly kissed. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long, Emeline.” “I’ve wanted you, too,” she breathed. The doors slid open. He clasped her hand in his and together they briskly walked the few feet it took to get to her apartment. Once again, he was the one who opened her door. The moment they stepped inside and shut the door, their hands and lips were on each other once again. It was dark, but the lights from the street illuminated enough. Her keys along with her clutch were thrown on the floor. Toed off shoes came right before he hoisted her up to straddle his hips, carrying her toward her hallway. “Closet,” she said when he opened up the wrong door. He cursed. “I’m going to take you in that damned closet!” He didn’t. He continued to her bedroom, which was open, and stopped right beside the bed in the center of the room, letting her slide down to stand. Her knees felt weak, but he supported her. He cursed again when he couldn’t get her belt open. “There’s a catch inside in the back.” She turned around and then felt his fingers slide inside the belt. “Good. It’d be a shame to rip this pretty dress.” It would, but she wanted it off as badly as he did. Thankfully, he found the catch and the belt snapped open and fell in a light clang on the floor. At least the zipper was easy enough to slide down. He did it slowly, lavishing kisses down the open trail, and then he slid the straps down her shoulders, and then the dress down her body, bending down to steady her as she stepped out of it. He didn’t touch her right away when he stood back up. She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her and when he turned her around to face him, he stood shirtless and she got her first look at his naked chest and washboard abs. There was a light scattering of blonde hair on his chest. She reached out with both hands and placed them on his shoulders and then she glided them down slowly, exploring the hard muscle underneath. She looked up at him when her hand reached the button of his pants and found him staring intently at her, hungrily. He leaned down to capture her mouth again. This time the kiss was slow and explorative as they shed the rest of their clothes, along with the pins in her hair and the tie in his. Her nipples felt like hard points, pressed against his warm, naked body, making her shudder, his unsteady breaths matching her own. Finally, he lifted her up again as he crawled onto her bed and then gently laid her down underneath him. He kissed her lips, her neck, and then her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. He trapped her hands above her head, as he began his slow descent down her body, delivering open mouthed kisses down her jaw, to her neck, and then finally stopping at her breasts. Emeline moaned loudly when Adam bit down on her nipple and then louder still when he laved away the sting. He then gifted her other breast with the same attention. He released her hands and travelled further down her body, kissing, nipping, licking as he went, until he reached her center, his soft beard adding an extra sensation. Her body bowed when his mouth connected with the most private part of her and he was relentless, devouring her as he had her mouth. He teased her tight bundle of nerves with just the tip of his tongue before finally laving all around. With one hand in his hair and the other fisting the sheets beside her, she rode out his torture, chasing her completion, his large hands holding her inner thighs steady. When he sucked hard on her clit, she screamed, and moved her head from side to side, as her climax hit her with a force like she’d never felt before. Adam moaned against her, licking and kissing until her legs stopped quivering. After one final intimate kiss, he crawled back up her body and took her lips again. “You see how delicious you taste? Better than the sweetest honey.”
Even his words set her on fire, and again, the ache was stirring despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her with his talented tongue. And she did like the taste of herself, especially since it was mixed in with his taste, one she was already becoming addicted to.
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