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GUEST BLOGGER ROSE WULF WITH SPARKS OF BLUE

 Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Rose Wulf with SPARKS OF BLUE. 
Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much for having me today!I’m here this time to talk about my brand new release, Sparks of Blue (Dark Light 2)! I am beyond excited for this particular book and I just know you’re going to love it!Sparks of BlueDark Light seriesErotic paranormal romanceMF Blurb:Nearly a century ago warrior angel Kai and Nephilim Belle were lovers. Then he broke her heart and never looked back.Now Second in Command of the angel armada, Kai knew he was the obvious choice for this long-term mission. And his job was clear: keep Belle and her patient alive. But he wasn’t prepared for the resurgence of old memories and long-ignored feelings. He’ll have to face what he did a hundred years ago if he wants a chance to be back in Belle’s arms…but even then, angels are forbidden from laying with Nephilim. If they were caught, Belle would be executed.Born a Nephilim, Belle was neither angel nor human. But she was a healer, and she was damned good at it. Her reputation got her noticed by the armada and eventually earned her the title of Master Healer. It also earned her a terrible assignment: save the life - and therefore the soul - of a cursed human...under the protection of her ex-lover. And it turns out the chemistry they'd once shared may have been buried, but it's a flame that could never burn out. Excerpt:            She shoved the frustration of the never-ending struggle to prove herself from her mind as she checked out, doing her best to ignore the obvious flirtation attempt from the man at the desk. He could hardly meet her gaze long enough to smile. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she was done she moved out of sight, heading for a couple of trees that would make disappearing a little easier.            “You want me to smite him for you?”            Kai’s question startled her, as did the sound of his voice coming from behind her, and Belle jumped. “Kai, you scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed as she turned to face him. His words hit her, then, and she couldn’t stop the tease. “Smite, really?”            “Seemed appropriate,” Kai said by way of explanation as he stepped into her personal space. Before she could catch her breath at his nearness he’d slipped her bag from her shoulders with one hand and caught her hip with the other. “Stop taking risks,” he added, the order roughened by a distantly familiar thickness to his voice that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Before she could process what he was doing he’d tugged her up against his chest and caught her lips in a hard kiss.            Belle moaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, demanding and teasing at the same time. He kissed her like a man starved, winding both arms around her as she kissed him back. Her skin burned beneath his heavy, heated touch and she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was thick and soft, exactly the way she remembered. He rolled his tongue over hers, stroking and sliding, reminding her body of exactly what he was capable of. Heat pooled low in her belly and she leaned into him instinctively.            For a long, blissful moment it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. The past ninety-plus years never happened. They were just two people with a powerful attraction to each other. They’d never broken up. He hadn’t ripped her heart out and torn it to shreds with his cruel words.            Except that he had. And that reminder was enough to dampen the flame he’d reignited in her blood. No matter how mindlessly good a kisser he was, no man was worth that. She had more self-respect than to throw herself at someone who could think so little of her.            Belle pushed back, taking a full step away from him as she fought to catch her breath. Her body rallied against her, remembering all too well the pleasure he could bring, but she held strong. She just hoped he couldn't see the tears stinging her eyes. Buy Links:Amazon – Evernight – Barnes & Noble – AllRomance – BookStrand – Kobo – WebsiteAbout Rose:            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).Where you can find Rose:Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Amazon / Goodreads / Tsu / Triberr / Instagram
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GUEST BLOGGER DORIS O'CONNOR WITH HIS TO PUNISH

Today the lovely Doris O'Connor joins me on my blog to talk about her new release, HIS TO PUNISH.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release His to Punish, book two of my dark romance series The Cleaners. This is the story of Ren’s second in command Ty Mason. Ever since I wrote Book one in the series, His Prize, I’ve been itching to tell Ty’s story.

Ty seemed much softer than Ren, when we first get to know him, and to an extent that is certainly true. Ty though, like all of the cleaners to be fair, has many layers. He’s just as deadly as Ren; ruthlessly protective of those he cares about and deeply loyal.
I had great fun unraveling the truth behind who is Ty Mason, and there were a few surprises in store, I tell you. Subsequently this story is much longer than the first book in this series. It has many twists and turns as my too-feisty-for-her-own-good heroine goes looking for revenge… Which places Ty in somewhat of a dilemma.
Ren is like a brother to him, and he will do anything to protect his family, but what is he to do when the one woman who gets under his skin seems determined to threaten that family. Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens, I’m afraid. :-)


Blurb:
Revenge or love...either choice will sacrifice her freedom. 
Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with, but she can ensure that justice prevails. 
If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of them. Ty Mason, second-hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression, and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted attraction threatens to ruin her. 
Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be. Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers more than her secrets. His heart and their future are on the line.
Be Warned: BDSM, forced seduction, rimming, spanking, sex toys

18 + Excerpt:
Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.
“I said strip, girl, now.”
Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot, because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch, as he ran it over her naked body.
She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin. From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs.
Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“Please…”
Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.
“I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.” He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair. She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.
“Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”
It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her.  He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.
“So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”
A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip, and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”
Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.
Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.
“No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.”
One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross. Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.
She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist, and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were clearly visible. Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen lips.  Ty smiled when he noticed, and his voice dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine. Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.
“Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”



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 About Doris:
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places         
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GUEST BLOGGER APRIL ZYON WITH THE ROYAL MATE

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the super talented April Zyon with THE ROYAL MATE
The Royal MateSpace Wars, 6by April ZyonPublished By Evernight PublishingAmazing Cover created by the fabulous Jay Aheer



It all comes down to this. The truth about what started the war between the Imarian and Craegin is coming out, along with the fact that there is one true royal left. One man to rule them all.

Markus Rothschild wants to live a simple, quiet life but when faced with the truth of what’s happening in his world, he knows he has no choice but to take his rightful place.

Paisley Ralston is a woman who loves teaching small children. She’s never even held a weapon, let alone fired one. Playing bodyguard to the royal heir is the last thing she expected to do. But when Markus’s security team is sabotaged, she may be his only hope.

Paisley didn’t realize that meeting Markus meant finding her mate. Hidden in a special bunker, Paisley and Markus will test their limits and prepare for what’s coming. Together they will come out stronger, bonded, and ready to face both galaxies.

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She looked at her mother and frowned. She couldn’t have heard the woman correctly. Paisley wasn’t a militant; she wasn’t a protector. For the love of all the saints, she was a teacher for young children.

The marshal looked at Paisley with a frown, then sighed. “Because you are about the one and only person that I will trust to be around him right now, and since you know where the safe house is I will leave you to take him. It’s too dangerous right now for him to remain on his ship with Fintan.”

“Wait, you mean, The General?” There was awe in Paisley’s voice and she knew it but she had seen what the man had gone through for his mate. He was the only reason that Paisley believed in love once more. It was the reason why, with her mother’s help, she’d broken the arranged marriage and begun to live for herself and not for what she should do.

“He’ll be arriving soon with several guards. You are all going to the bunker. The guards will take the outer shelter, and you and Markus will take the inner sanctuary.”

The inner sanctuary was a place that none could enter if they weren’t of the Ralston family. It literally took living blood and a tie to the blood and heartbeat of a Ralston to keep the air actually on in that sanctuary. It would be either a haven or a tomb depending on if people knew it or not.

“And what about you, Mother? You’ve kept a low profile while they sorted out the issues that were evidently in your offices.”

“This is very true and it’s past time for me to get back to what it is that I do. Besides, this way I know that you will be safe as will Markus.”

“You could always go into the shelter with him instead of me,” Paisley pointed out.

“No, because they would use you to get to me. You are my one weakness, Paisley.”

Paisley moved and gave her mother a hug. “There are not many that know of me, Mother. You’d probably be safe, you know, and so would I.”

“No, there is too much to be done.”

“But—”

“No buts, Paisley. This is an order. You are to keep him safe.”

Paisley bowed her head and nodded. “As you say. Just remember I don’t know how to fight.”

“You don’t, but he does.” Her mother gave her another hug, then pushed her toward where the family bunker was. It was something that no one and nothing could get into. Even if the world exploded, the bunker would eject into space and hook up with a waiting ship that would become their own private spaceship. It had been designed with the ultimate of protections in mind. Her great-grandfather had designed it and it had kept her mother safe when this war began to truly heat up as it had in the last several months.

“I trust you,” Paisley told her mother. She took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ll go pack.”

“Your things are already in the bunker. I had my assistant go to your home and empty your closets and drawers, and I personally put everything into the bunker. It’s fully stocked with food for the two of you for as long as you might need to be in there as well as the machines to recreate foods if you wanted or needed it. I doubt that much time will be needed, but just in case.”

“A career military man,” Paisley mused. “And how does he feel about having to hide?” she asked with a knowing grin. She knew the type.

“About like what you think he’s feeling,” the marshal stated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Fin had to tranquilize him to bring him in. Now, go.”

And just like that Paisley was summarily assigned a duty that she had no business taking care of. She wasn’t a fighter and never had been. She was soft, short, and more than a little pudgy. Paisley was not anything that anyone really would ever look a second time at.




Chapter One
“No, not happening.”

His commanding officer gave him a look that would have made Markus squirm when he’d first stepped on board the cruiser. Now it only had him digging his heels in further. “You know that it is not even an option, Markus. For your safety, and for the future of both our races, we need to make sure you remain alive until the general public is made aware of everything.”

He hated when Fintan Daykin made complete sense. The man already thought too highly of his logic for his own good.

Yes, Markus was important, but to his thinking, he was no more important than any other Craegin. Or Imarian, if he wanted to get technical. He was, after all, a byproduct from both races, although the Imarian in his blood was definitely diluted.

Growling under his breath about his stubborn commander, Markus shoved a hand through his short, dark mahogany hair and paced around the office. Fintan held his tongue for once, a blessing and a curse all at the same time.

Markus wouldn’t be in this situation where he was being ordered by not only Fintan but by the marshal of the Craegin people to go into hiding for his safety if not for a wedding most Craegin and Imarian people did not know occurred.

If not for the fact the entire crew aboard the cruiser he was currently on would also be in danger, he wouldn’t even consider leaving. But he could not willingly and knowingly put others in danger because he was stubborn. Yes, he was stubborn, but he was not stupid. And while it grated severely on his nerves to admit it, Fintan and the marshal were correct. Not only were there factions on the Craegin home world who wanted him dead and buried where no one could dig him up, but there was the entire ruling body of Imara to take into account. They likely had spies in place on his home world and moon outposts, hoping to get a shot at him.

Markus stopped near the vid monitor in Fintan’s office, which showed the view from space of the outpost planet they were currently orbiting. Most folks down there didn’t have a clue about the ticking time bomb floating in space above their heads. The wars that were held in the ships in space sometimes pelted down upon the heads of those on the planets below, something they tried hard not to allow happen. Never had he hated knowing about his heritage more than he did right then.“Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t need a watcher. I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You and I both know that. And it is much easier to deal with anyone that may get wind of my location if I am alone. Having someone either interfering or uselessly getting in the way will only get me killed.”

“It’s not my call, and it’s definitely not yours. You will have a watcher, but I’ve been assured by the marshal that this individual will follow your orders to the letter unless they are a direct threat to your own life. I cannot, nor would I, change that.” Fintan pushed up from his chair to come stand by his side. “I know that your heritage weighs heavily on you. I wish I could carry the burden with you, my friend. But I will do whatever is necessary to keep you alive. Once the general public of Craegin and Imara know about you, and your lineage, then you can step from the shadows and into the light.”

Snorting at his words, Markus shot a look over his shoulder to the other man. “That was rather poetic, Fin. Love has changed you more than even I realized. Although I don’t know if this new streak you are showing is for the better.”“Shut up,” Fin muttered.

Amusement coursed through him for a moment. He knew Fintan was doing it on purpose, and that made Markus appreciate the man’s friendship all the more. But the knowledge that he, Markus Rothschild, was the only living heir to the crowns of both Craegin and Imara… The reason he was the only living heir was tragic, according to many. His parents had both been killed while on a tramp headed for a fundraiser event on a Craegin moon base. They and nine others including the pilots died instantly. Markus had not been with them like he normally would have, because he’d come down with a cold and had been too ill to travel.The official report was a rogue micro-meteor shower had compromised the tramp’s hull. While it had been a cold comfort to him at only ten summers old at the time, he had at least known the reason why they would never be coming home again. There had been closure. Now that he knew about his lineage he had to wonder if perhaps someone had taken them out. But that didn’t really work, either, because he was still alive. Why kill his parents but leave him breathing?

It was only one of many questions that haunted him since he had been told he was descended from royalty. The royalty, if he wanted to get technical. Shaking his head mentally to get back on topic, he turned partially to look at Fintan without straining. “Basically, you are telling me I’m stuck with the marshal’s chosen watcher.”

Fin nodded. “Whoever it is will probably be nothing more than a large, silent shadow that lurks in the background while you try to keep from going insane with boredom.”

Right, there was that issue, too. “What exactly am I supposed to do during this unwanted hiatus from my career path? I don’t mind the idea of a couple days of downtime to relax and rest, but being stuck somewhere indefinitely is less appealing.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You might even be able to finish all those reports I know you have been ignoring.”

Markus plastered on his best innocent face and blinked at his commanding officer. “Reports? Whatever do you mean, General? I always do my reports promptly.”

Fintan’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead at that bold-faced lie. “Right. Do them all up. Wherever you are going will likely have the capability of secure transmissions, so you can send them all back here and I will sign off on them before submitting them. Sadie can make sure there are no electronic tags on any of those files that could potentially lead back to your location.”

Sadie, Colonel Bracken Kauller’s wife and family friend to the Daykins, was a genius with anything electronic. Her doctorate in AI and destroyer programming spoke for itself, but her skills were known across the quadrants even if people did not know her name. “I will make sure all the reports are completed. I make no promises on when I will get them done, though. It will depend on wherever you and the marshal are planning to stash me and this watcher you are saddling me with. My first priority will be security since that is why I am leaving the safety of a Craegin destroyer.”

“You cannot guilt me, Markus. I do this not only for your own good but for the good of two races. All of the Craegins and Imarians need you.”“No, you’re right.” Damn but he felt like a kid being chastised right then. “I’m sorry. This situation is not our making, but it is our responsibility to see it righted. You and the marshal believe this is the best course to take, so I will bow to your wishes and let you handle it. But swear to me one thing, Fintan.”

“What is it?”

“Be expedient handling all this. Be careful, but do not dally. I am not now nor have I ever been one to sit idly by while my friends take the risks pointed toward me.” Markus had always preferred to face whatever came at him head-on, which made having to step aside and allow others to handle things grate on his nerves.

“I’ll do all I can to make sure we all come out of this alive and in a better position. Now go pack your bag and get your reports. The tramp will be here soon to take you to the cargo vessel that will shuttle you to your destination. I know it will not be the most comfortable ride, but no one would ever expect it.”

A few more words were exchanged before Markus left Fintan to his own duties. Heading to his quarters, he mulled everything he knew over in his head yet again. Before he ever got near the symbolic throne he was to take, he was going to drive himself crazy. And that did not even take into account whatever nightmare of a watcher he was being saddled with. He was definitely not looking forward to meeting whoever it might be.







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GUEST BLOGGER AMBER MORGAN WITH LIONESS HUNTING

 Please welcome my guest blogger today, Amber Morgan with LIONESS HUNTING.
Hello, and thanks for having me today! I'm delighted to be bringing you a sneak peek at the second in my Malkin Ridge Shifters series, LIONESS HUNTING. This picks up where WAKING THE LIONESS left off – with Lara, Zane, and Tate building a new life together in Malkin Ridge. But I don't believe in giving my characters an easy life, so there's a good dose of danger and mystery alongside the sex and romance!
I'm a series writer at heart, and it's really hard for me to write a stand-alone story, so there's going to be at least one more Malkin Ridge story in the future. I love revisiting characters and places, adding to the world, and seeing how it all develops. Hopefully you'll enjoy seeing my werelion threesome take on their next challenge, and getting to explore some new parts of the Malkin Ridge world. I've got a teaser here to whet your appetite! ;)





BlurbLara Carey is settling back into life in Malkin Ridge with her two passionate lovers, Zane and Tate, and she's keen to prove that she belongs—both back in her old home and in her mates' bed. When a chance encounter with a teen tiger-shifter reveals the presence of a dangerous predator in town, Lara and her mates are forced to take action. With an innocent life at stake, can they hunt down this monster in time? And when the dust settles, will the trio be stronger for the experience?Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), public exhibition
Excerpt (NSFW)

Pleased and surprised to see him, she shifted back to her human shape and waited for him. Cool mountain air zipped over her bare skin, caressing her nipples and sending pleasant shivers through her. Past experience told her the rucksack on Zane's shoulders would have clothes for her in it, but she wouldn't be disappointed if he'd forgotten. It had been a very long time since they'd had sex in the great outdoors. And here he was, already half-naked, with not another soul for miles around.It was clear he was having similar thoughts. As he got closer, she could smell his arousal, see the feral gleam in his eye. He jogged the last few yards to her and Lara went eagerly to his arms. He crushed her to him in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling down her back to squeeze her ass. He thrust his crotch against hers, silently telling her how ready for her he was.Love and lust scorched her. The fierce joy of being with him again was showing no sign of wearing off, and his possessive kiss told her he felt the same. She couldn't let her doubts rule her, not when the future held so much promise.Combing her fingers through his hair, she broke the kiss to murmur against his lips. "Good morning."He growled as he dragged one finger slowly along the crease of her ass, dipping deliciously close to her hidden entrance. "It could be."She pressed closer to him, pushing her breasts hard against his chest. He cupped one obligingly, rubbing his thumb idly over her already taut nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed softly, sinking into sensation."Why'd you take off so early?" he asked. "I worried.""I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to disturb you guys." She shrugged and slipped her hand down to unzip his jeans. He wasn't wearing any briefs, so his cock sprang neatly into her hand. Zane groaned as she squeezed it gently. "Did you track me down just to ask that?" she asked.He fixed a greedy gaze on her, amber eyes burning. "I kind of did," he said, "but I didn't count on finding you up here all naked and fuckable." He grabbed her by the hips, and Lara let out a little squeal as he lifted her up. "For some reason now, I'm finding it hard to focus."Lara laughed, offering no resistance as he slung her up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He smacked her ass as he walked her over to a sturdy pine tree, and the hot ripples of pleasurable pain sent a gush of warmth straight to Lara's pussy. By the time he set her down again, she was aching to have him inside her. She went for another kiss, but he turned her around and gave her another firm smack."Hands against the tree trunk," he ordered. "I want to see that gorgeous ass while I make you come."Shivering with anticipation, Lara obeyed, placing her palms against the rough wood and positioning herself for him, ass up, cunt ready. She closed her eyes as Zane ran his hands gently over her cheeks. Without warning, he delivered two stinging slaps to each, making her jump and gasp."I love that shade of pink you turn." He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking at her wet pussy. Lara didn't bother to hide her moans. It was too early for anyone else to be up here, and anyway, there was a rush in knowing they could be seen. She knew Zane liked it too. Hell, sometimes she used to think he wanted to be caught.
 


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Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man, an adorable cat, and two stupid snakes.
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GUEST BLOGGER ERZABET BISHOP WITH BURNING FOR YOU

Please welcome my guest blogger today, Erzabet Bishop with BURNING FOR YOU.

Release day: July 1, 2016
Blurb:Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed “fire hose.”
At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.
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Excerpt:“Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.” The smirking photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the camera up his ass.
Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his nakedness began to slip.
“Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn’t internet porn, you know.” The Captain groused, scowling.
Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.
“If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already contributed their shots. You’re the last one.” The cameraman huffed, turning the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. “You could smile maybe?”
Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her to live.
“Fine.” Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon agitated by his distress.
“God, Dante. Come on.” Carter laughed. “You aren’t afraid of a little flashing light, are you?” The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the good natured ribbing.
“Bastard.”
He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most of the men here were either dating or married. He wasn’t and the urge to mate had made his already bad temper even worse.
The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly volunteer.
So many in the country had gone that route and the bear shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He’d moved from his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young, his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he, and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished firetruck.
Thank God his mother couldn’t see him or he’d never hear the end of it. She’d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he’d met any promising women. Jesus. He’d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over grandchildren. But he hadn’t and the prospects didn’t look very favorable. Not that he hadn’t dated. He had. But no female he’d met even sparked his interest past the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.
He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed and his heart. Most of the women he’d come across only wanted one thing—to bang a fireman and brag to their friends.
“Well, that’s about as good as I’m going to get if you’re going to scowl like that.” The photographer capped his lens and sighed, stalking off toward the Captain. “You can get dressed now.”
“Jerk.” Dante swiped the robe he’d worn from the floor and shrugged into it.
“Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.” Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the photographer had gone.
“Thank you, guys. Dante.” The Captain came forward giving Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. “We should see the finished product in a day or so.”
Wait. Product?





About the author:Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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GUEST BLOGGER ELODIE PARKES WITH FINDING LOVE

Please welcome my guest blogger Elodie Parkes with FINDING LOVE.



In the second of the stories that take place in and surrounding the sex club, Candy Apple, handsome Jake watches Ellie from across the room. Week after week he longs to touch and kiss her, but holds back until he can't wait one more moment. Ellie has needs to fill...the trouble is they just might drive Jake away.

I got the inspiration for the Candy Apple from a building I pass on the outskirts of a city I often have to visit with my employment.The building is semi derelict and the upstairs windows are boarded up, but if you pass on foot, you can see into the ground floor where a corner of the paper that covers the window has bent and peeled away. I’m naughty enough to stand on tiptoe and stare into the place regardless of people passing behind me on the sidewalk and staring at me LOLThe building is as I describe in the story, but the lights are all busted and the striped awning hangs away from the porch and flaps in the breeze.The room I could see inside was very long, reaching far back into the gloom. It was still opulent, like a stateroom. It had a huge staircase curving around the middle of the room. The outside steps lead to a room above the one I can see into and I’d love to see into it, since I can’t I had to imagine what might be like.I often get story ideas from places and buildings, especially old or mysterious looking ones. Sometimes I imagine what they might have looked like or been used for and that’s when the setting for the story cements in my mind.




Now available on Amazon, a romance, contemporary, erotic, with a twist of darkness and suspense and naturally Elodie's must have HEA

Jake’s a member of an elite club, the Candy Apple. Years ago, it used to be a gentlemen’s club, but now it caters for otherneeds. When he first sees Ellie sitting alone at one of the tables near the dance floor, he makes it his business to find out about her.Jake’s enchanted by Ellie. He wants to give her what she needs.Ellie takes him up on the offer.The trouble is, Ellie’s needs will shock Jake and set him on a quest to find her, when after a night of passion and rescue, she slips away into the night.Finding Love–a contemporary, erotic romance/suspense with a twist of darkness and an HEA.What would you do to find love?


Finding Love: Incident at the Candy AppleRead an excerpt

Jake stepped onto the patio. The day had been crisp and cloud free. As he gazed up into the clear night sky, he could see a sprinkling of stars. He was lucky to see them since the city sent out an aura of light. He’d always loved going out into the country away from the light pollution of the city because at night the sky was full of stars. Jake shivered in his shirtsleeves. If it hadn’t been unseasonably cold, he mightn’t even see the faint twinkling that greeted him as he stared up. Some time ago, on a trip to a less populated coast, he’d seen a shooting star. Jake had made a wish then. It hadn’t come true yet, but he held onto the hope that one day it would.
He closed the big glass doors, and locked them before pulling the pale gray, vertical blinds. He was ready to go out into the city. All he needed was his jacket and the usual stuff he stashed in his pocket. The working week had drained him, but he needed to go to the club he frequented. With any luck, the lovely girl he’d noticed there would arrive again.
Jake drove to the Candy Apple and found a park in the lot they provided. There was no valet parking there. The Candy Apple was a semi-secretive place. Once a gentlemen’s club, the building ranged over four floors, though the basement floor wasn’t generally obvious, Jake knew about it. The exterior was verging on vintage, but an incredibly bright awning festooned the entry and extended to the wide first floor window where the coffee bar was situated. Over the top of the awning and around the shallow porch, shocking pink and white neon lights cast their glow onto the sidewalk. The steps leading to the front door shimmered under these lights and when it rained had the appearance of a surreal waterfall. No one entered the club unless they were a member. It seemed that introduction by a current member was the only way to join.
Jake strode along the white paved path leading from the parking lot and that joined the main street sidewalk. He ran up the short stoop of the club building, and met the security on the door. They knew him, but glanced at his membership card anyway.
“Good evening, Sir.”
He grinned at them. “Hi, is the place busy?”
“Not yet. Have a pleasant night.”
He smiled as he took the wide hall that led into the low-lit main room.Jake sank gratefully onto the couch and stretched out his long legs. He leaned against the sumptuous, leather backrest to wait for midnight. His heartbeat practically matched the low thump of bass in the dance music seeping from the adjacent room. A sudden burst of the melody assailed his ears as the door opened and someone came through. He avoided the glance of the solitary man who passed him and studied the toes of his boots considering Ellie.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press
https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Love-Incident-Candy-Apple-ebook/dp/B01HNPDZ7E
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Elodie.  :)

GUEST BLOGGER LEA BRONSEN'S WITH "COME ABOARD"

 Please welcome my guest blogger today, Lea Bronsen with SURPRISING MYSELF!


Thank you for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!
What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

 
ABOUT LEA BRONSEN'S STORY "COME ABOARD"Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly arrogant.

When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…  
TRAILER https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETJpsnhXGwM
 
EXCERPT

If lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement, too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness, the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.
For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God, immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.
BOOK LINKSAudio: Insatiable Press / Amazon EBook: Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / Kobo Preview the book on Amazon Add the book to Goodreads See pictures on Pinterest  
ABOUT LEA BRONSEN I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on: Website / Lea's Crazy Nights Blog / Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon  

Thanks so much for stopping by, Lea.  :)

GUEST BLOGGER SILKE MING WITH POSSESSING HIS CLAIM

Please welcome my guest blogger, Silke Ming with POSSESING HIS CLAIM.

BLURB



Although Mason and Katie Oliver are happily married, there is still a void in the bedroom. When Mason realizes that all is not well with his competition, Ridley Construction, he persuades Bridges, the youngest of the Ridley clan, to join his company, but Mason has an ulterior motive. Bridges, however, takes the bait, but like Mason he too has an ulterior motive. He is still head over heels in love with Mason’s wife, Katie. After a birthday celebration, Mason invites Bridges to their home, where the three end up together in bed.
Mason’s construction projects are being vandalized, and when Katie is kidnapped, they know that Rock Ridley, the eldest Ridley clan is the culprit. He plans to rape Katie in the presence of Bridges and Mason. The plan is foiled, and Rock is sent to a mental asylum. Bridges moves into the Oliver home with Katie and Mason, where they continue to enjoy their alternative lifestyle. 


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STORY EXCERPT “Sometimes I wonder if I allowed Rock and Jeff Ridley to abuse me because I was looking for a father figure,” Katie said. “Although I was in love with Bridges and considered him to be my boyfriend, I had the feeling that Rock loved me. I really did. He knew I was in love with Bridges, but yet he made me feel like a woman. Wanted, desired, and needed by a very wealthy man. I knew what Rock and Jeff were doing to me was wrong, but it was better than going home to be ridiculed by my mother. They made me confident. They were my best friends, and when other people gawked at me because they thought I was a loose woman, they always tried to cheer me up.”“You didn’t know your father, but I knew mine. He was right there in the same town with me, and he wanted me. Yes, the Ridley patriarch had claimed me as his own. Me, his illegitimate son. His wife threw me out like a piece of trash, but I grew up loved and wanted by a woman I will never forget as long as I live, but know what, Katie?”“What?”“We’ve got each other now. I love you, and I know you love me, and I will never, ever give you up.”“The world opened up for me when I met you, Mason. We both have unorthodox ways, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”“You didn’t say that you loved me.”“Of course I love you. I love you more than life itself.”Mason drew her closer, and his lips brushed against hers.“I know what I can do to make you feel better,” he said, slipping his hand between her thighs. “We can continue where we left off. What do you say? Do you want me?”“You know I always want you.”He ground his hardness against her leg, setting her body on fire. Her eyelids grew heavy with lust, and she gazed hypnotically into his eyes. She pushed her hand to his manhood, hard and begging to be pacified. Her tongue washed over her parched lips, and her body writhed against his. He thrust his tongue between her parted lips, and she sucked greedily while his eager fingers found her pert nipples and caressed them, bringing whimpers of delight from deep within her throat.“Do you want me?” he whispered again.“Yes, Mason. I want you.”He slowly undressed her, all the while showering her with kisses. She parted her legs, giving him better access to her pulsing center, but her gaze never left his. Sliding down her hot, steamy body, he didn’t stop until his head was lodged between her thighs, and he administered long licks from her entrance all the way to her throbbing clit.She sucked two fingers into her mouth, withdrawing them and licking on them, her moans and his groans melting into a cacophony of sounds.Mason gazed down at his thick cock, the tip oozing with pre-cum, and brushed his thumb over the purple, shiny head. He seemed to be in a hypnotic state as his tongue darted out and licked his parched lips. His body jolted forward in anticipation, and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he lowered his head and stared into her pulsing core. He puckered his lips and blew a stream of air onto her clit.Her hips lifted of their own volition, and she screamed out his name over and over again.“Yes, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”He gazed down at his cock, which was still begging for attention. He fisted it at the root and pumped it vigorously.“Is this what you want?” he asked, running the broad head up and down her cleft.“Yes, Mason. Yes.”“Where do you want it?” he asked, climbing up her body and moving his cock in circles around her swollen clit.She was being physically and mentally seduced, but her eyes remained on him. She wanted that delicious cock that was at its most impressive when it was deep down her throat as she sucked him and brought him to the sweetest orgasm, but tonight he had other ideas.His upper lip was dotted with perspiration, and he stepped off the bed, bringing that masterpiece on level with her lips. She watched as he continued to pump it, his eyes closed, his legs parted, and his juices flowing over his fist like a fountain of vanilla. Jerking and thrusting as each spasm took possession of his body, he twisted and turned, continuing to beat the hell out of his cock. Now exhausted, he stood there, his eyes closed, his hair glued to his forehead and a peaceful look on his face. As if he suddenly remembered he hadn’t brought her to an orgasm, he looked down at her. She had one hand buried between her thighs, seeking self-gratification.“I’m going to lick you and keep licking you until you come and keep coming,” he said, grabbing a handful of tissues from the nightstand and cleaning his hand.He turned his attention back to her, and she beckoned to him. He sank onto the bed, lifted both her legs around his neck, and moved into the best position for action. Licking, sucking, and fingering her, he didn’t let up until he heard her moans and her cries. Writhing under him, her muscles wrapped themselves around his hardness, squeezing it. He thrust into her without mercy and still she begged for more.She was a vision of delight when she came, her mouth opened wide, but there was no sound. The Scream! Yes, her mouth reminded him of that famous painting, and as he visualized it, he wanted to plug that hole with his cock, but it would be a little while before that would happen. They had both quenched their sexual thirst, and their exhausted bodies lay strewn across the bed. Katie sprawled wide like a broken doll, and Mason relaxed, his cock deflated and reclining on his thigh.“How do you feel?” he asked, pulling on her long braid and holding her close.“You’re the best,” she replied, her lips inches away from his. “Love you.”“I love you, too, sweetheart.”“Umm,” she said, clinging to him.“Why don’t we go out to dinner and then spend a quiet night together?”“I like the sound of that,” she murmured. * * * * Katie gazed at her husband as she lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips. She loved him. In spite of everything he had heard and had learned about her character, he had married her. There was no doubt in her mind that Mason loved her. She already knew his tastes in the bedroom were unusual and diverse—if bringing your best friend to your matrimonial bed on your wedding day wasn’t unusual, what was? In addition, he had shown proclivities for other unusual tendencies. She wondered if Agatha’s strict upbringing had done anything to alter his personality, or was it that deep down he was a true Ridley, even though they hadn’t accepted him as one of them?Her thoughts turned to Bridges Ridley. She couldn’t get him out of her mind ever since she had seen him on her short visit to Chapel Hills a few months earlier. At that time, he had proclaimed his undying love for her, even though he knew she was married to his half-brother Mason Oliver. Later that night at dinner, he had also defended her against the harsh and cruel words of his brother Rock.“Penny for your thoughts,” Mason whispered.  ADULT EXCERPT Mason ran his tongue around the center of her palm, making revolutions there, and then licking the soft flesh between her fingers. One by one, he pulled each digit between his lips, sucking them until Katie lost her ability to think. She watched him intently. That tongue, that magical tongue had her squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache on her swollen clit. How could she be so turned on by watching him licking her palm? Yes, her faucet had been turned on and the crotch of her panties was drenched with her moisture.“I like doing this to you,” he said, continuing the assault on her digits. “What else do you like?”“I like it when you lick me, long and slow,” she replied breathlessly.“You’re so specific.”“I know what I like, and I like it when you lick me down there.”He sat on his heels, and still holding her gaze, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled them down over her legs. He parted her thighs, and a look of hunger registered on his face. He was really hungry for her. Featherlight, he traced a path up one thigh and down the other, intentionally missing that raging fire burning out of control.“Did you like it when Bridges licked you?” he asked, his fingers still bypassing her throbbing cleft.“He never did.”Mason stopped in mid-action, but her hips continued to form circles on the mattress.“What about the other two brothers? Did Rock or Jeff ever taste you?” he asked, touching her clit for a split second.“Never,” she hissed. “Please, please, Mason.”“Oh my God,” he whispered. “Are you telling me the truth? Was I the first to introduce you to this wonderful thing? You don’t know what you’ve been missing all this time.”“They liked it when I did it to them, but they never did it to me,” she said, squirming.“I promise you that I’m going to make up for all that lost time.”To Mason, sex was like a drug. It was the food of the gods. His mind played around what Katie had just revealed to him. He found it impossible to comprehend that no one had ever tasted her precious flower, partaken of its nectar and the fullness thereof. He would make it his lifelong ambition to keep her satisfied, to ensure she was always happy, and there was no better time than the present. He opened the first button of her blouse, and two full, ripe breasts made their escape. Those two heavy mounds were on display only for him. He started a torturous route beginning at her rosy nipples, puckered and standing at attention, as he worked his way down. He slid off the foot of the bed, raised her legs and eased her body down until her hips were on the edge of the mattress.Staring at that beautiful flower that he would be the first to sup from, he massaged his cock with long, slow, deliberate strokes, exposing his purple, velvety head to her view with each caress. This caused her lips to pucker with anticipation, and he pushed her ankles down beside her head until they resembled a pair of earrings dangling from her ears. He planted his weight on her thighs to keep them parallel with the bed, and falling between them, he settled in to dine, dispensing small increments of pleasure at a time.Ecstasy rolled through her veins, touching each nerve ending and disrupting every tender spot in its way. She could no longer contain her emotions, and her noises filled the room. Lapping, sloshing, and gurgling sounds.“Mason,” she cried out as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, coming to rest on her throbbing clit. “Oh God, Mason,” she cried out. “Oh, Mason.”“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her hot, pulsing pussy.“I want to feel my skin against yours.”He got to his feet, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fueled her with his stiff cock, working it around her entrance and teasing her with it until she started to beg.“Inside, Mason. Inside.”Slowly he inched it, oozing with pre-cum, inside her entrance, withdrawing it again and rubbing it around her clit.“Oh God,” she begged. “Don’t torment me, Mason.”“But I like tormenting you. I love the way you look, Katie. Open, just for me,” he said, staring into her pulsing pussy.He plunged his length inside her and withdrew it again, causing her to bury her head in the pillow, her groans and moans pushing him to the verge to losing his load.She moaned loud and long, and each time he withdrew, his cock reappeared sheathed with her nectar. As he moved in and out, he kept his gaze on the junction where they were joined.“You feel so good, Katie. God, you feel so good,” he said, humping wildly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me.”A muffled cry erupted from her throat, and she came, arms flailing. Mason increased his momentum, and his warm, salty spurts flooded her channel, and he collapsed on top of her, his shaft softening inside her before slowly slipping out, covered in her cream, and resting lazily on her thigh.“I love you, Katie. I love you so much,” he said, his head buried in her neck.“I love you, too, Mason.”“That, my love, was one stellar performance,” he whispered, “There’s something else I’d like to know.”“What?”“I know Bridges loves you. Would you sleep with him again if you had the chance?”“Oh, Mason,” she said, holding him close. “You’re my husband. I would, but only if you wanted it.”“You still love him, and I know that you want him, and maybe he wants you, too. Am I right?”“Let’s not talk about that now,” she said, rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom. “Let’s shower and have dinner.”****


InterviewQ.     Silke, you have already written about seventeen books. You are given the chance to be one of your heroines, which one would you like to be and why?
A.  Sasha Santorelli! She is the heroine in Sasha’s Temptation, Part 1 of the ‘Five Widows’ series. Sasha fell in love with the exotic dancer, Jack Hammer who was less than half her age. Once she overcame the problem of the age difference between them, love conquered every aspect of her life.
Q.  Would you be interested in a May-October romance?
A.  But of course!  Think of all the wonderful things a younger man could teach you... things that you had never dreamed of. However, for now, that is out of the equation because I am happily married.
Q.  Why did you become a romance writer?
A. I had already written six fictional novels when I decided to try my hand at romance ...  sweet romance novels like those Barbara Cartland wrote. When I submitted my first book to Siren, which of course was sweet romance, they said they were interested in my work, but I must rewrite because they didn’t accept purple prose. Purple prose? I had no idea what that meant.
Q.  Now that you know what it means, do you regret not being a romance writer like Barbara Cartland?
A.  Not at all... Purple prose is sweet and wicked, and those readers with a sense of adventure can read all about it without leaving the safety of their beds.
Q.  When you’re not writing Silke, how do you spend your time?
A.  I love gardening and right now we’ve got beautiful weather in Canada, so I’m out there on the back porch first thing in the morning watching the wildlife. I spend a couple more hours puttering around in the garden and around two or three o’clock, I start to write. This lasts until about ten pm, when I shut shop to watch my favorite show – My Kitchen Rules – Australia.
Q. Your latest book, Possessing his Claim, which is MFM, deals with a free spirit who gives herself freely to three brothers.  Where did you come up with such a  sinful idea?
A.  A very vivid imagination. That’s all it takes.
Q.  The last question Silke, are you working on anything right now?
A.  Yes, I am. It’s another MFM – They call her Bella – It is about a homeless young woman who meets Mr. Right while panhandling on a street corner.

Q.  So Mr. Right, shall we say, may be just around the corner?
A.  Could just be.
Sounds like another winner, Silke.  Thank you.
Thank you Elena. 
Thanks so much for stopping by, Silke.  :)

GUEST BLOGGER ROSE WULF WITH BLOWN

 Please welcome my guest blogger today Rose Wulf with BLOWN.
Hello! Thank you for having me! Today I'm here to talk about my brand-new release, Blown (Elemental 2)! BlownElemental Series, book 2 Paranormal romance M/F
Blurb: With enemies that can pull lightning from the sky, it's probably a bad time to fall in love. Air elemental Nate Hawke had it bad for his new renter, Madison Price. He should have been staying away, but then it was too late - her place of work was up in flames. So he planted himself at her side, vowing to stand between his enemies and the woman he was falling in love with, come what may. Madison knew better than to have a thing for her sexy new landlord. She just couldn't help herself. After her work burned to the ground, leaving her with the battle scars to prove it, she didn't have much better to do than think about Nate Hawke. She just never imagined what he and his brothers were capable of - or what it might mean if she were to lose him.
Excerpt:
“This was an amazing idea, Nate. Thank you.” It was the truth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself as much.Nate smiled, reaching over and brushing his fingertips lightly along the base of her throat as he leaned down and murmured, “You’re welcome.”A shiver entirely unrelated to the breeze raced down her spine and Madison swallowed heavily. Her skin tingled beneath his feather-light touch as his warm breath fanned over her ear, and she doubted any woman would begrudge her such reflexes. She leaned back, into his touch, and shifted so that she could reach over and loosely grasp the collar of his shirt as she tugged him closer. He leaned in willingly, and this time when their lips met there was no hesitation. After a lingering moment, his tongue slipped out and trailed along her lower lip before sweeping into her mouth.Her hand released his collar, sliding up his toned chest and curving around his shoulders until she could tangle it in his loose, dark hair. His hand tightened slightly over the nape of her neck, his fingers massaging the skin, as his other hand landed on her hip and hauled her up against his chest. His tongue slid along hers, more interested in the sensual dance than the exploration that awaited him, and Madison’s other hand lifted to curl into the side of his shirt. She hadn’t expected his kiss to awaken her senses quite so thoroughly, but she couldn’t deny that it had.He rolled his tongue over hers one more time, letting the motion linger, before pulling away. Madison dragged in a deep breath, her own hold on him relaxing, and she slowly offered him a small, appreciative smile.He swallowed as he pulled his hands from her and asked, “So … ready to keep going?”She nodded, taking a moment to find her own voice. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to take one more picture before we move on.” She also needed to catch her breath. She wanted to enjoy the environment as much as the man sharing it with her and, at the moment, her instincts were to focus mostly on enjoying him.His lips twitched and he tugged the camera out of his pocket. “Sure.” He handed it over before adding, “I’ll just clean up while you’re doing that.”“Okay,” she said, smiling again as she pushed to her feet.Madison moved closer to the edge of the cliff, wanting a picture of the clearing from the other side, and secretly glad that she would get at least one shot with Nate in it. And maybe she’d take a shot of the rocky shore that was surely far beneath them, too. But before she did either, she decided, she was going to shed her jacket. She had cooled down for the moment, but she knew that what was left of the hike would keep her temperature high enough without the fabric. So she dropped the phone in her jeans pocket and shrugged out of the coat as her gaze glided across the surface of the water before her.She was too distracted to register the shifting of the ground beneath her feet at first, and when she shifted her weight to tug her arm free of the remaining sleeve, it was too late. The ground beneath her seemed to give, sinking slightly, before cracking and crumbling away entirely. The surface of the cliff arched out over open air, and there simply wasn’t enough to support her weight.For a moment, Madison’s eyes widened and her heart stopped as she felt herself begin to fall. And then an instinctive cry tore from her lips as she attempted to spin around and throw herself backwards. She succeeded only in losing what was left of her footing and finding herself in free fall. Buy Links:Amazon – Evernight – Barnes & Noble – AllRomance – BookStrand – Kobo – WebsiteAbout Rose:            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).Where you can find Rose:Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Amazon / Goodreads / Tsu / Triberr / Instagram

Thanks so much for stopping by, Rose.  :)

GUEST BLOGGER RAVENNA TATE WITH UNYIELDING

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the lovely Ravenna Tate with UNYIELDING  UNYIELDING - Tortured Love 1 ***Click HERE to purchase directly fromEvernight Publishing***


BLURB
Graphic designer Lynda Shelton has agreed to marry Mergers and Acquisitions legend Merrick Dalton for one reason only—to save her family’s company. She’s warned this is a marriage in name only. Merrick will never love her. That’s fine with Lynda because she has sworn off men.
Merrick Dalton has wanted Shelton Energy for a long time, so when he’s asked to save the company, he jumps at the chance. He has vowed never to love another woman, but Merrick can give Lynda what he’s been assured she wants—material comfort and social standing.
The one place where Merrick and Lynda connect is in bed. She has a penchant for his kinky tastes, and he stirs desire in her like she’s never known. But when their secrets surface, the reason they married turns into a dangerous game of illusions and lies.

EXCERPT 



He kissed her rough and hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Lynda melted against him, powerless to do anything except enjoy it. Her hands circled his waist, then moved to his firm ass. He moaned deep in his throat, so she pushed his sweatpants down and reached between their bodies to grasp his cock.
“Oh, baby…” He trailed his tongue across her cheek then down to her neck, where he planted tiny bites along her jaw and collarbone. Lynda stroked him, moving her hand up and down over the entire length of his dick. “That feels so fucking nice!”
He was rock hard and slick, and she was sure she’d go out of her mind with need. Merrick moved his hand off her face and slid it between her legs, massaging her clit with one thumb while his fingers probed her wetness. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Lynda?”
“Yes!”
He let go of her and stepped back, then removed his sweats and tossed them across the room. When he embraced her again, he eased them both down to the floor. He covered her body with his and kissed her again, taking his time and torturing her with desire.
She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him, running her hands up and down his back and ass. He had such a beautiful body, and the way his muscles flexed under her touch left her breathless. The power emanating from this man was intoxicating. She couldn’t get enough.
Merrick released her mouth and trailed his tongue and hands over her breasts again, then spread her legs and dove between them. “I can smell how fucking ready you are for me.”
She cried out as he clamped his mouth on her pussy, sucking hard. It took mere seconds for her to come, and when he realized what was happening, he pushed two fingers into her wetness. Lynda was nothing at that moment except a body filled with lust. Her mind couldn’t process anything except Merrick and what he did to her.
Merrick moved his fingers in and out, prolonging her contractions until she could hardly breathe, and then he slid a finger into her ass. This time, it didn’t burn. It only served to make her want more inside there. She wanted him to fill her up and fuck her raw. She’d never felt this way about sex. Not even close. This man had put a spell on her and she was powerless under it, but that’s exactly where she wanted to be.
He removed his fingers and kissed her again, rough and hard. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes … please…”
Merrick brushed a hand across her hair in a tender gesture that left her speechless, and then he sat back on his heels, lifted her hips from underneath, and plunged his dick into her pussy. She groaned loudly as the sweet sensations from his thrusting washed over her. Her back hurt from lying on the floor, but she didn’t give a shit. She never wanted this to stop.
He pulled her into a sitting position so she was on top of him, and then kissed her again, cupping her face with both hands. When he released it, he grasped her hips and moved her up and down. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me good.”
With his cock pushing all the way inside like this, Lynda gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. He was so damn big! But it felt fucking incredible. She clung to his arms and shivered as the muscles in them flexed with each movement.
“Look at me.” Their eyes met, and Lynda’s heart fluttered at the expression on his face. It was a combination of pure lust and awe. “You’re my wife. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go.”

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Thanks so much for stopping by, Ravenna.  :)