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November 22, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER MAIA DYLAN WITH XANTHE'S CHOICE
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the super talented Maia Dylan with XANTHE'S CHOICE
Sometimes, the easiest choices are the hardest to live with
Dane Smith and Hunter Reed are lion shifters, who have been battling the fact that they have a mating bond between them that shouldn't exist. Meeting Xanthe White and recognizing her as theirs now makes it impossible for them to ignore it any longer. At first she thinks that it's just Dane and Hunter who are fated, but it soon becomes apparent that all three are destined for each other.Despite her past, Xanthe has made a home in Grey River. Under the impression that they were helping her to reunite with her sister, Dane and Hunter place Xanthe right in the path of the very danger she was hiding from. Just as the three of them are finally on the same page, someone from Xanthe’s childhood poses a threat. Dane and Hunter know they must keep her safe, but by the time they are able to pinpoint where the danger is coming from, it just might be too late.
Can you tell us a little bit about where you are from? I live, love and work in beautiful New Zealand. I love being a kiwi! I have been extremely fortunate in my career and have travelled extensively and spent many years living abroad, but there truly is no place like home. New Zealand is the world in one country, with fiords, mountains, rain forests, geothermal areas, beaches you can walk for miles on and never see a soul, a strong indigenous culture and a beauty that has to be seen to be believed.
When and why did you begin writing? I only started writing properly this year. I was on a flight to Melbourne last year and I always travel with at least three or four novels to read. I was reading one paranormal erotic romance, and thought to myself that the ending was lacking. Then I found myself picking it apart a little. I was telling my husband about it later that night and he said “Well if you think you can do better, give it a go!” So, I did. Lost Faith is the first in the Grey River series and it was released in March this year
Do you have a specific writing style? In other words, are you a plotter or a pantser? I am a total pantser! I tried to write one of my books with a plan to it, I spent days working on the plan, then when I went to write it, my characters had other ideas!
How did you come up with the titles to your book(s)? I have the title before I have the story. I have no idea how or why, but I do! I am one of the writers whose characters plague me night and day to write their story, and the title comes very early on.
What book would we find you reading right now? I am re-reading The League series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and also the Ghost Walker series by Christine Feehan. I really love these authors!
What are you currently working on? Can you give us a sneak peek? I am currently working on Grey River 7, and also book five in The Shifters of Freedom Springs, series, which is said as it is the last book in that series. And sneak peek? Yeah, I can do that ;-)
“Your eyes flicker a little, and there is a bluish tinge that appears,” Parris tilted her head in curiosity as he moved to stand as close to her as he dared. “And I recognize your wolf in your eyes.”“Yeah,” Rhys admitted, tilting his head to match hers and grinned when she giggled. “No one’s ever noticed it before.” Parris began to nibble on her bottom lip and Rhys’s careful plan to go slow and not to move too quickly went straight out the window. But he didn’t want to scare her either. “Parris, Jase and I have already told you that you are our mate. I know you don’t know what the truly means, but we hope to show you. We also want to have the opportunity to prove to you that we can be what you want at the same time.” Rhys lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek. “Damn, you are so beautiful.”“That she is brother,” Jase said from the doorway as he stepped into the pool area and walked toward them. Parris’s breathing rate sped up as Jase moved in behind her, and when he gently placed his hands on her hips, Rhys felt her shiver. “Now, in a few minutes, we are going to go upstairs and Jase and I are going to prepare dinner, and try very hard not kill you with our cooking.” Parris giggled again, but this time the sound was slightly higher, and sounded a little breathless. “But right now, unless you tell us to stop, I am going to kiss you because I can’t think of anything else but getting a taste of your sweet lips.” Parris’s eyes widened and Rhys looked for any sign of fear, but saw nothing but need and desire. “You hold all the cards, baby. You want this to stop all you have to do is say so. I’m going to count to five, and then I am going to place my mouth on yours and I am going to kiss you the way I’ve dreamed about since the moment I pulled you out from behind our shed. One… two…”“Five,” Parris whispered as she surprised him by moving into him, rising up onto her tiptoes and placing her mouth to his. As soon as her lips touched his, everything within him seemed to fall into place. It was as if up until this moment, with this woman, there was nothing that actually held him together. But now there was.
©MAIA DYLAN, 2015
Do you see writing as a career? Do you write full time? Or in addition to another job? I would love to be able to write full time! That would be a dream come true… well, writing while I sat on a beach somewhere drinking Mai Tai’s, but definitely a dream. At the moment there are bills to pay and kids to feed so I work full time as well.
Do you have anything else you’d like to add? I have only been published for a few months, but I have had the pleasure of meeting so many fantastic authors who have coached and mentored me, and readers who have liked my work. To all of you, I simply want to say thank you. Your words, your time and your friendship humble me. Thank you to everyone who has come with me on one of my journeys, and I hope you’ll join me on my next one!
AMAZON US: http://tinyurl.com/o4oqmg5
AMAZON UK: http://tinyurl.com/oeqcgchAMAZON CA: http://tinyurl.com/pclof2mAMAZON AU: http://tinyurl.com/ojfeq5zBOOKSTRAND: www.bookstrand.com/book/xanthes-choice
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
Publishers Author Page: http://www.bookstrand.com/maia-dylanAmazon Authors Page US: http://amazon.com/author/maiadylanFacebook- https://www.facebook.com/maiadylanauthorStreet Team FB Page - https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13724210.Maia_DylanTwitter - https://www.twitter.com/MaiadylanauthorWebsite – http://www.maiadylan.comBlog - http://www.maiadylan.com/#!blog/c112vPinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/maiadylan/Newsletter sign up link: http://www.maiadylan.com/contact/c1kcz
Sensuous Promos 11/18 http://sensuouspromos.blogsot.com
Nicole Morgan 11/18 http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com
Andrew Jericho 11/18http://andrewjericho.com/blog/
Get Cozy 11/19 http://get-cozy.blogspot.com
Darkest Cravings 11/19 http://darkestcravings.blogspot.com
Fantasy Pages 11/20http://www.fantasypages.ca/
The Book Pub 11/20http://thebookpub.blogspot.com/
Suzette Rose Cauler 11/20 http://suzetterosecauler.com/blog-suzette-rose-cauler/
All my Book Finds 11/20 http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com
Nic’s Book Nook 11/21http://nicsbooknook.blogspot.com/
Michelle Roth 11/21 http://michelleroth.net/blog
Elena Kinkaid 11/22http://www.elenakincaid.com/blog.html
Sage Marlowe 11/22http://sage-marlowe.blogspot.com/
Nicki Day 11/22http://nickiday.blogspot.com
Bound by Passion 11/23http://www.boundbypassion.ca/
Taylor Brooks 11/23http://authortaylorbrooks.blogspot.com/
Kelsie Belle 11/23https://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com/kelsiebelle
Nikki True Blue Fantasy 11/23http://nikkitrueblue.blogspot.com/
Thanks so much for stopping by, Maia. :)
Sometimes, the easiest choices are the hardest to live with
Dane Smith and Hunter Reed are lion shifters, who have been battling the fact that they have a mating bond between them that shouldn't exist. Meeting Xanthe White and recognizing her as theirs now makes it impossible for them to ignore it any longer. At first she thinks that it's just Dane and Hunter who are fated, but it soon becomes apparent that all three are destined for each other.Despite her past, Xanthe has made a home in Grey River. Under the impression that they were helping her to reunite with her sister, Dane and Hunter place Xanthe right in the path of the very danger she was hiding from. Just as the three of them are finally on the same page, someone from Xanthe’s childhood poses a threat. Dane and Hunter know they must keep her safe, but by the time they are able to pinpoint where the danger is coming from, it just might be too late. 
Can you tell us a little bit about where you are from? I live, love and work in beautiful New Zealand. I love being a kiwi! I have been extremely fortunate in my career and have travelled extensively and spent many years living abroad, but there truly is no place like home. New Zealand is the world in one country, with fiords, mountains, rain forests, geothermal areas, beaches you can walk for miles on and never see a soul, a strong indigenous culture and a beauty that has to be seen to be believed.
When and why did you begin writing? I only started writing properly this year. I was on a flight to Melbourne last year and I always travel with at least three or four novels to read. I was reading one paranormal erotic romance, and thought to myself that the ending was lacking. Then I found myself picking it apart a little. I was telling my husband about it later that night and he said “Well if you think you can do better, give it a go!” So, I did. Lost Faith is the first in the Grey River series and it was released in March this year
Do you have a specific writing style? In other words, are you a plotter or a pantser? I am a total pantser! I tried to write one of my books with a plan to it, I spent days working on the plan, then when I went to write it, my characters had other ideas!
How did you come up with the titles to your book(s)? I have the title before I have the story. I have no idea how or why, but I do! I am one of the writers whose characters plague me night and day to write their story, and the title comes very early on.
What book would we find you reading right now? I am re-reading The League series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and also the Ghost Walker series by Christine Feehan. I really love these authors!
What are you currently working on? Can you give us a sneak peek? I am currently working on Grey River 7, and also book five in The Shifters of Freedom Springs, series, which is said as it is the last book in that series. And sneak peek? Yeah, I can do that ;-)
“Your eyes flicker a little, and there is a bluish tinge that appears,” Parris tilted her head in curiosity as he moved to stand as close to her as he dared. “And I recognize your wolf in your eyes.”“Yeah,” Rhys admitted, tilting his head to match hers and grinned when she giggled. “No one’s ever noticed it before.” Parris began to nibble on her bottom lip and Rhys’s careful plan to go slow and not to move too quickly went straight out the window. But he didn’t want to scare her either. “Parris, Jase and I have already told you that you are our mate. I know you don’t know what the truly means, but we hope to show you. We also want to have the opportunity to prove to you that we can be what you want at the same time.” Rhys lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek. “Damn, you are so beautiful.”“That she is brother,” Jase said from the doorway as he stepped into the pool area and walked toward them. Parris’s breathing rate sped up as Jase moved in behind her, and when he gently placed his hands on her hips, Rhys felt her shiver. “Now, in a few minutes, we are going to go upstairs and Jase and I are going to prepare dinner, and try very hard not kill you with our cooking.” Parris giggled again, but this time the sound was slightly higher, and sounded a little breathless. “But right now, unless you tell us to stop, I am going to kiss you because I can’t think of anything else but getting a taste of your sweet lips.” Parris’s eyes widened and Rhys looked for any sign of fear, but saw nothing but need and desire. “You hold all the cards, baby. You want this to stop all you have to do is say so. I’m going to count to five, and then I am going to place my mouth on yours and I am going to kiss you the way I’ve dreamed about since the moment I pulled you out from behind our shed. One… two…”“Five,” Parris whispered as she surprised him by moving into him, rising up onto her tiptoes and placing her mouth to his. As soon as her lips touched his, everything within him seemed to fall into place. It was as if up until this moment, with this woman, there was nothing that actually held him together. But now there was.
©MAIA DYLAN, 2015
Do you see writing as a career? Do you write full time? Or in addition to another job? I would love to be able to write full time! That would be a dream come true… well, writing while I sat on a beach somewhere drinking Mai Tai’s, but definitely a dream. At the moment there are bills to pay and kids to feed so I work full time as well.
Do you have anything else you’d like to add? I have only been published for a few months, but I have had the pleasure of meeting so many fantastic authors who have coached and mentored me, and readers who have liked my work. To all of you, I simply want to say thank you. Your words, your time and your friendship humble me. Thank you to everyone who has come with me on one of my journeys, and I hope you’ll join me on my next one!
AMAZON US: http://tinyurl.com/o4oqmg5
AMAZON UK: http://tinyurl.com/oeqcgchAMAZON CA: http://tinyurl.com/pclof2mAMAZON AU: http://tinyurl.com/ojfeq5zBOOKSTRAND: www.bookstrand.com/book/xanthes-choice
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
Publishers Author Page: http://www.bookstrand.com/maia-dylanAmazon Authors Page US: http://amazon.com/author/maiadylanFacebook- https://www.facebook.com/maiadylanauthorStreet Team FB Page - https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13724210.Maia_DylanTwitter - https://www.twitter.com/MaiadylanauthorWebsite – http://www.maiadylan.comBlog - http://www.maiadylan.com/#!blog/c112vPinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/maiadylan/Newsletter sign up link: http://www.maiadylan.com/contact/c1kcz
Sensuous Promos 11/18 http://sensuouspromos.blogsot.com
Nicole Morgan 11/18 http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com
Andrew Jericho 11/18http://andrewjericho.com/blog/
Get Cozy 11/19 http://get-cozy.blogspot.com
Darkest Cravings 11/19 http://darkestcravings.blogspot.com
Fantasy Pages 11/20http://www.fantasypages.ca/
The Book Pub 11/20http://thebookpub.blogspot.com/
Suzette Rose Cauler 11/20 http://suzetterosecauler.com/blog-suzette-rose-cauler/
All my Book Finds 11/20 http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com
Nic’s Book Nook 11/21http://nicsbooknook.blogspot.com/
Michelle Roth 11/21 http://michelleroth.net/blog
Elena Kinkaid 11/22http://www.elenakincaid.com/blog.html
Sage Marlowe 11/22http://sage-marlowe.blogspot.com/
Nicki Day 11/22http://nickiday.blogspot.com
Bound by Passion 11/23http://www.boundbypassion.ca/
Taylor Brooks 11/23http://authortaylorbrooks.blogspot.com/
Kelsie Belle 11/23https://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com/kelsiebelle
Nikki True Blue Fantasy 11/23http://nikkitrueblue.blogspot.com/
Thanks so much for stopping by, Maia. :)
November 21, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER ERZABET BISHOP WITH CLUB BEAM.
Please welcome my guest blogger today. Erzabet Bishop with CLUB BEAM.
Release date: May 5, 2015Pages: 106Publisher: Decadent PublishingLine: Beyond Fairy Tales, Shadow World SeriesGenre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tale, m/f
Inspiration and motivation:
When I first contacted Decadent Publishing to inquire about their fairy tale line I was assigned a story called “The Beam.” I looked it up and found out it was about a wizard who is bested by a woman and he exacts his revenge. Whenever I encounter a new project like this, I have to sit down and think about what all the moving parts mean. In this case, how to turn a story like this into a modern romance that readers would find appealing. Since I tend to write urban fantasy slanted pieces, I immediately laser beamed in on the wizard and witch part. I mean, how cool is that to have a ready-made story ripe for the picking? I just had to add some modern twists. What would be more modern than a witchy karaoke event and fairy tale fetish night? The process of writing for me is an organic one. It begins with a legal pad and a series of colorful sticky notes and a foam board. I start thinking about the chapters and what needs to happen to make the story move and there you go-plot points on sticky notes I can adjust as needed. It works too. Sydney had lots of thoughts on where she wanted to go and believe me, she is still in there talking. The second book in the Shadow World series is already writing itself (think dragon shifters and a psychic) and I can see the fireworks shaping up nicely.Check out further adventures with Master Gideon and Sydney in Sci Spanks 2015 now available on Amazon. You might just get invited for a session behind the Red Door. Master Gideon has a paddle and he’s ready to play. There will be more where that came from, you can count on that…
Amazon link: Sci Spanks 2015
I hope you will enjoy the introduction to my Shadow World series and return to Club Beam for many more adventures. I am happy to share that the audio book is now in the works.
Buy links:B&N: http://goo.gl/6eNqdLARe: https://goo.gl/WXuk51Google: https://goo.gl/YHJzThKobo: https://goo.gl/VTt0FZiTunes: https://goo.gl/HXXsTAAmazon: http://goo.gl/gt5vRv Audiobook: http://goo.gl/30G8Yx
Excerpt:“Once upon a time….” Erika sang and waggled her eyebrows. “Come on, Sydney. Live a little. This club is smoking hot, and you’ll love it.”Sydney grumbled under her breath and watched the club-goers parade past, each dressed like a fairy-tale character. The Little Mermaid trounced by in a see-through, diaphanous gown revealing too much in the way of personal attributes. Sleeping Beauty sashayed down the sidewalk with a leash around the neck of her Prince Charming. A woman in a way-too-short Red Riding Hood outfit approached. Her arm was wrapped around a seductress dressed in wolf ears, a tail, and a skimpy thong-style bikini. Red carried a basket full of what looked like pink fuzzy handcuffs and a can of whipped cream, which she swung into Syd.“Hey!”The red-cloaked vixen sent her a wink and traipsed on by, joined by a near-pornographic version of the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. Any shorter and the skirt would show her naughty bits. Or maybe that was the plan.Syd had just gotten off her day shift as a detective, and the last thing she wanted to do was be around more people. Especially people with more skin showing than on late-night cable shows. Her head hurt from the lights and the pulse of the music, and her stupid witch costume was pinching her toes. Erika’s scant fairy costume hugged all her curves, her breasts bursting from the bodice. The skirt barely covered her backside, and the strappy silver sandals showed off her silver-glitter nail polish.The building loomed next to them. A giant warehouse-like structure, it was large enough to house all manner of mischief, and Syd was itching with the desire to get inside and find out just what was going on behind its doors. The sidewalk was flagged by trees lit up with twinkly white lights, adding an upscale ambiance to the area. What in the daylight looked like an industrial area gone to the dogs had been transformed into an attractive and well-attended venue.She didn’t have the heart to tell Erika she’d been here once already today for the case she was working on, but the entrance had been sealed up tighter than a drum. Sydney’s recourse was to infiltrate Club Beam by night as a patron. Her sergeant, Debra, would kill her if she realized Syd had even considered going in without backup. So would her partner, James. Erika had asked her to come so she wouldn’t be alone, and, despite herself, Syd couldn’t resist. To catch a vampire, you had to go out at night, and Club Beam was the hot spot. After last month’s fuckup, she had to do this and do it right, even if it killed her. James was on medical leave, and it remained up to her to get this guy before someone else got killed or turned furry.I will not think about becoming one of the terminally furry. It’s over. Move on. Take the pills the doctor gave you and freaking pray.“Oh look. I think I see Snow White.” Erika stood on her tiptoes and craned her head along the huge expanse of line they still had to navigate to get inside.Syd peered into the crowd and grimaced. Hairy legs. More makeup than a Mac commercial. “Nope. That was a guy in drag.”Erika narrowed her eyes. “God, Syd. You’re the world’s biggest wet blanket ever.”Sydney shifted her weight and moved another two steps toward the door as the line inched forward. “I told you, I’ve had a hard day. We had a homicide case come in, and I’ve been out beating the street. I want to go home and bury my head under my pillow. But, no. Out of the kindness of my heart, here I am standing in line at a vampire bar with a bunch of overgrown kids playing dress-up in fairy-tale fetish wear.”
Soundcloud sample:https://soundcloud.com/decadent-publishing-audio/club-beam-by-erzabet-bishop-audio-book-sample
About the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, 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. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two 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. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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Thanks for stopping by, Erzabet. :)
Release date: May 5, 2015Pages: 106Publisher: Decadent PublishingLine: Beyond Fairy Tales, Shadow World SeriesGenre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tale, m/f
Inspiration and motivation:
When I first contacted Decadent Publishing to inquire about their fairy tale line I was assigned a story called “The Beam.” I looked it up and found out it was about a wizard who is bested by a woman and he exacts his revenge. Whenever I encounter a new project like this, I have to sit down and think about what all the moving parts mean. In this case, how to turn a story like this into a modern romance that readers would find appealing. Since I tend to write urban fantasy slanted pieces, I immediately laser beamed in on the wizard and witch part. I mean, how cool is that to have a ready-made story ripe for the picking? I just had to add some modern twists. What would be more modern than a witchy karaoke event and fairy tale fetish night? The process of writing for me is an organic one. It begins with a legal pad and a series of colorful sticky notes and a foam board. I start thinking about the chapters and what needs to happen to make the story move and there you go-plot points on sticky notes I can adjust as needed. It works too. Sydney had lots of thoughts on where she wanted to go and believe me, she is still in there talking. The second book in the Shadow World series is already writing itself (think dragon shifters and a psychic) and I can see the fireworks shaping up nicely.Check out further adventures with Master Gideon and Sydney in Sci Spanks 2015 now available on Amazon. You might just get invited for a session behind the Red Door. Master Gideon has a paddle and he’s ready to play. There will be more where that came from, you can count on that…
Amazon link: Sci Spanks 2015
I hope you will enjoy the introduction to my Shadow World series and return to Club Beam for many more adventures. I am happy to share that the audio book is now in the works.
Buy links:B&N: http://goo.gl/6eNqdLARe: https://goo.gl/WXuk51Google: https://goo.gl/YHJzThKobo: https://goo.gl/VTt0FZiTunes: https://goo.gl/HXXsTAAmazon: http://goo.gl/gt5vRv Audiobook: http://goo.gl/30G8Yx
Excerpt:“Once upon a time….” Erika sang and waggled her eyebrows. “Come on, Sydney. Live a little. This club is smoking hot, and you’ll love it.”Sydney grumbled under her breath and watched the club-goers parade past, each dressed like a fairy-tale character. The Little Mermaid trounced by in a see-through, diaphanous gown revealing too much in the way of personal attributes. Sleeping Beauty sashayed down the sidewalk with a leash around the neck of her Prince Charming. A woman in a way-too-short Red Riding Hood outfit approached. Her arm was wrapped around a seductress dressed in wolf ears, a tail, and a skimpy thong-style bikini. Red carried a basket full of what looked like pink fuzzy handcuffs and a can of whipped cream, which she swung into Syd.“Hey!”The red-cloaked vixen sent her a wink and traipsed on by, joined by a near-pornographic version of the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. Any shorter and the skirt would show her naughty bits. Or maybe that was the plan.Syd had just gotten off her day shift as a detective, and the last thing she wanted to do was be around more people. Especially people with more skin showing than on late-night cable shows. Her head hurt from the lights and the pulse of the music, and her stupid witch costume was pinching her toes. Erika’s scant fairy costume hugged all her curves, her breasts bursting from the bodice. The skirt barely covered her backside, and the strappy silver sandals showed off her silver-glitter nail polish.The building loomed next to them. A giant warehouse-like structure, it was large enough to house all manner of mischief, and Syd was itching with the desire to get inside and find out just what was going on behind its doors. The sidewalk was flagged by trees lit up with twinkly white lights, adding an upscale ambiance to the area. What in the daylight looked like an industrial area gone to the dogs had been transformed into an attractive and well-attended venue.She didn’t have the heart to tell Erika she’d been here once already today for the case she was working on, but the entrance had been sealed up tighter than a drum. Sydney’s recourse was to infiltrate Club Beam by night as a patron. Her sergeant, Debra, would kill her if she realized Syd had even considered going in without backup. So would her partner, James. Erika had asked her to come so she wouldn’t be alone, and, despite herself, Syd couldn’t resist. To catch a vampire, you had to go out at night, and Club Beam was the hot spot. After last month’s fuckup, she had to do this and do it right, even if it killed her. James was on medical leave, and it remained up to her to get this guy before someone else got killed or turned furry.I will not think about becoming one of the terminally furry. It’s over. Move on. Take the pills the doctor gave you and freaking pray.“Oh look. I think I see Snow White.” Erika stood on her tiptoes and craned her head along the huge expanse of line they still had to navigate to get inside.Syd peered into the crowd and grimaced. Hairy legs. More makeup than a Mac commercial. “Nope. That was a guy in drag.”Erika narrowed her eyes. “God, Syd. You’re the world’s biggest wet blanket ever.”Sydney shifted her weight and moved another two steps toward the door as the line inched forward. “I told you, I’ve had a hard day. We had a homicide case come in, and I’ve been out beating the street. I want to go home and bury my head under my pillow. But, no. Out of the kindness of my heart, here I am standing in line at a vampire bar with a bunch of overgrown kids playing dress-up in fairy-tale fetish wear.”
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About the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, 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. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two 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. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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Thanks for stopping by, Erzabet. :)
November 18, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER NICOLA M. CAMERON WITH EMPRESS OF STORMS
Please welcome my guest blogger NICOLA M. CAMERON with
EMPRESS OF STORMS
Fantasy Romance
BLURB:A king who must offer himself as royal consort to fulfill a treaty. A young queen and mage, unexpectedly married to the man she’s loved since childhood. Two countries, divided by geography and united by a political marriage, are poised on the brink of a golden age. But will vicious magic and unexpected betrayal tear both the royal couple and their kingdoms apart?When King Matthias of Ypres has to fulfill a treaty and provide a royal consort for young Queen Danäe of Hellas, the only royal available for marriage is … him. Can he risk letting a blue-haired witch queen into his heart?
From political necessity, Queen Danäe finds herself marrying the man she secretly loves. Now she must win the heart of a king, prove herself as a mage, and defeat the enemies that threaten them both.
BUY LINKS:
· Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Empress-Storms-Nicola-M-Cameron-ebook/dp/B017PGRLSU· Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Empress-Storms-Nicola-M-Cameron-ebook/dp/B017PGRLSU· All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-empressofstorms-1923029-340.html· Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/591159
EXCERPT
“You’re not what I expected, Danaë.”
“So I gathered. You’re different as well. And I’m very pleased with that.” She reached out and tugged at a curl of his chest hair. “So, shall we try this again?”
“I think we should.” He held up the taper. “With the light or without?”
“With, if it’s all the same to you. I want to enjoy the sight of my new husband.”
“I suspect I’m the one who will be doing the bulk of the enjoying, but as you wish.” Matthias put the candle back on the side table. He was now cast in shadow, but Danaë could still see him well enough. He slid down until he was on his side facing her. “I’m afraid I’m out of practice with bedroom matters. What would you like to do now?”
She thought. He hadn’t kissed her yet, at least not above the collarbones. “I’d like a proper kiss. The one you gave me after the ceremony may have been acceptable for public consumption, but I hope it’s not how you kiss in private.”
“It isn’t.” He moved closer, stroking her shoulder with a finger. “And my apologies for that. I suspect I’ll be apologizing for much of what happened this day.”
“No apologies are needed if you kiss me.”
He did, a sweet brush of lips that made her mouth tingle with anticipation. The next kiss caught her lower lip between his. He sucked gently on the plump flesh, letting it slide free with a soft pop. Their faces were too close to see him smile, but she could feel it somehow.
“You have honey in your kisses, Danaë,” he murmured.
“Only for you, Matthias.”
“Flatterer.”
She dimpled. “Kiss me again and find out.”
This time his kiss was stronger, hungrier. She responded with an equal need, cupping his cheeks and immersing herself in the intoxicating taste of Matthias’s mouth. He tasted of wine and the roast from dinner, and some secret flavor that was unique to him, something dark and very male. It was perfect, sating a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed. She fell back against her pillows and he followed, their tongues sliding against each other in a twisting dance.
He finally pulled back, gasping. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kiss you like that earlier today,” he said. “I would’ve taken you in front of the entire cathedral.”
“Perhaps a bit more than the nobles of Ypres needed to see,” she agreed, breathless. “Not to mention my brother and Patriarch Reniel.”
Matthias tilted her chin up, nuzzling the soft skin of her jaw. “He would’ve had me building shrines in atonement to the end of my days. And your brother would have run me through.”
“Which would have caused an unpleasant international incident.” She arched when his mouth hit a sensitive spot on her neck. “Not to mention I would have to have him executed for killing my husband.”
“It’s a good thing we avoided all that, then,” Matthias agreed, licking delicate spirals on her skin down towards her breast. He stopped at the point where the flesh began to mound and kissed his way to her nipple. Dragging the very tip of his tongue around the areola, he then flicked it across the stiff little nub. “Best we save such things for the privacy of our bed.”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...). · Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com· Facebook:http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites· Twitter:https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaCGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623791.Nicola_Cameron
BACKGROUND MATERIALEMPRESS OF STORMS by NICOLA M. CAMERON
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today! My new novel Empress of Storms is an unusual book for me on a number of fronts. For one thing, it’s my first MF high fantasy erotic romance (and never did I think those words would be used in reference to me).
Secondly, EoS was prompted by a challenge. Some of you may remember a certain author kicking off a kerfluffle in September by putting up a GoFundMe fund in order to write full-time. Which is totally cool, and I support the Patreon concept 100%.
That being said, the writer demonstrated a, let us say, unrealistic worldview on professional writing. After receiving both even-tempered remonstrating and plain old ridicule, she lashed out at her critics with the following:
“I’d like to challenge each and every one of these wonderful women to a writing contest. How about an 80K (that’s 80,000 words people, not dollars!) novel. It needs to be fully edited, proofed and a professional cover designed for it. Oh, and they have only 6 months to do all this. Ok, go.”
Well, I can’t pass up a challenge. I announced that I would go one better and finish an 80K novel, have it fully edited, proofed, and provided with a professional cover in six weeks, and release it as an ebook and trade paperback in November.
Let me take a moment to point out that every writer has his or her own speed. Some write fast, some write slow. Any speed you write at is fine. You do you, baby. But taking an 80K novel from zero to “Whoops, it’s on Amazon” within six m/o/n/t/h/s/ weeks is just not as impossible as some people seem to think. Part of this challenge was to show that it’s possible to do this withoutsacrificing quality, and while still maintaining something of a life. I will be perfectly transparent here and state that I did not make my original six-week deadline (due to a killer sinus infection and various stresses on the home front). I did it in seven weeks. Still not bad if I do say so myself.
I’ve also been asked why I’m using Nicola M. Cameron on Empress of Storms. I lifted the idea from the late, brilliant Iain Banks who wrote mainstream fiction as Iain Banks and science fiction as Iain M. Banks. It was a way of differentiating between the two genres without having to use a pseudonym, and I decided to use the same trick here. Nicola Cameron is pretty much associated with MM/MMM fiction by this point, so if you pick up a Nicola Cameron book that’s what you’ll get, whereas Nicola M. Cameron writes MF fiction with occasional forays into MMF. I like to make readers’ lives easier, you see.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Nicola. :)
November 17, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER IYANA JENNA WITH CHARACTER OBSESSION
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Iyana Jenna with CHARACTER OBSESSION
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I visited with my re-released title, Character Obsession. It was published by my publisher, Breathless Press, but they were closed some time ago. I am so grateful that Evernight adopted this story. I was so happy with some additional parts suggested by my editor here in Evernight. I think they were a great idea!
Title: Character Obsession Publisher: Evernight Publishing Genre: MM Contemporary Romance Word count: 14,800 Heat Level: 3 Blurb: Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son. Chase's boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: m/m sex Excerpt: Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it. “Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed
Chase in front of him.
Chase swayed in the man's clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.
Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They'd come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he'd become just another familiar face.
The man's grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.
"Don’t do anything you’re going to regret," the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase's dismay, was empty. "I don't want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you."
Chase turned cold at the mention of his character's name. "I'm not Elliot," he choked out. "I'm Chase."
"Hush." The man pulled Chase's back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase's shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.
Chase began to tremble.
BUY LINKS Evernight - All Romance Ebooks - Bookstrand - Smashwords - Amazon US - Amazon UK - Amazon Canada - Amazon Australia About Iyana Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.
Author Links: Blog - Website - Amazon - Goodreads - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest
Thanks so much for stopping by, Iyana. :)
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I visited with my re-released title, Character Obsession. It was published by my publisher, Breathless Press, but they were closed some time ago. I am so grateful that Evernight adopted this story. I was so happy with some additional parts suggested by my editor here in Evernight. I think they were a great idea! Title: Character Obsession Publisher: Evernight Publishing Genre: MM Contemporary Romance Word count: 14,800 Heat Level: 3 Blurb: Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son. Chase's boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: m/m sex Excerpt: Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it. “Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed
Chase in front of him.
Chase swayed in the man's clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.
Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They'd come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he'd become just another familiar face.
The man's grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.
"Don’t do anything you’re going to regret," the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase's dismay, was empty. "I don't want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you."
Chase turned cold at the mention of his character's name. "I'm not Elliot," he choked out. "I'm Chase."
"Hush." The man pulled Chase's back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase's shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.
Chase began to tremble.
BUY LINKS Evernight - All Romance Ebooks - Bookstrand - Smashwords - Amazon US - Amazon UK - Amazon Canada - Amazon Australia About Iyana Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.
Author Links: Blog - Website - Amazon - Goodreads - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest
Thanks so much for stopping by, Iyana. :)
November 16, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER JULES DIXON WITH SPURS
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Jules Dixon with SPURS.
SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1
Release Date: November 3, 2015
Blurb:
Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimp
les lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a wellloved baseball cap on his head and a crosscountry journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?
Buy Links
Evernight Publishing ;http://www.evernightpublishing.com/spursbyjulesdixon/</ a>
Allromance.co ;. ;https://www.allromanceebooks.com/productspurs1918060340. html
Amazon. ;http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017GNCH5Y/
Bio:
Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beerbrewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultrasarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!
You can find her at ;Julesdixon.com
On Amazon ;http://www.amazon.com/JulesDixon/ e/B00PUSNF90/
Follow her on:
Facebook ;
Pinterest
Twitter
Excerpt:
The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquorcolored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
“One more night, Izaac.”
“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I could still be a good guy to you.”
“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”
“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Jules. :)
SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1
Release Date: November 3, 2015
Blurb:
Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimp
les lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a wellloved baseball cap on his head and a crosscountry journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?
Buy Links
Evernight Publishing ;http://www.evernightpublishing.com/spursbyjulesdixon/</ a>
Allromance.co ;. ;https://www.allromanceebooks.com/productspurs1918060340. html
Amazon. ;http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017GNCH5Y/
Bio:
Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beerbrewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultrasarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!
You can find her at ;Julesdixon.com
On Amazon ;http://www.amazon.com/JulesDixon/ e/B00PUSNF90/
Follow her on:
Facebook ;
Excerpt:
The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquorcolored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
“One more night, Izaac.”
“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I could still be a good guy to you.”
“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”
“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Jules. :)
November 15, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER LILY HARLEM WITH MUSCLING IN
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Lily Harlem with MUSCLING IN.
Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOW
Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world they live in.
The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not fair…
Back Cover InformationMy husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
Grab your copy of Muscling In from
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Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall light.I stepped in behind him and kicked off my heels.There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed the door up, hard.“Cobe—”His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of my bra.“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you again in the car.”“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve teased me all evening.”“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way he knew I liked.“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large burgundy vase.“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”He kissed me again, pushing his erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for long.His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch me, all over, and never stop.I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders. He released me, shrugged out of it and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.He kicked the door to the bedroom open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but obey.I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.He kept his attention on the juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than that on the rest of his body.My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.“Yes. All of it. All of you.”He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.He set straight to work, slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm pressure.“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”He searched out my entrance and pushed one long finger into me.I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.He pushed another finger in, upped the force on my clit.My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over my flesh.“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion. “More, give me more.”He shifted, his big body easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.“Fuck.” I gasped.“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of my pucker.“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.“Which is it?”“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the climax building.“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”“Come, I want to come.”“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious. I craved it.He eased in a little more.Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my clit.“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”“I want to come…”“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”“No, never too old.”“Let’s hope not. But…”“But what?”“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of return.“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”He was fucking me with his fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”
Excerpt - PG
“Where is your husband? You forget to bring him?” A cheeky smirk crossed Ed’s face.“He’s just catching up with Harold about something, business stuff, you know.”“Oh, what’s he do for a living, then?”“Cyber security, Middle East is his speciality.”Ed’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Sounds interesting.”“It keeps him very busy.”A noise in the hall caught my attention and I turned. The click of shoes on the floor grew louder. Coben appeared in the doorway.He stopped and scanned the room. His gaze settled briefly on me, then flicked to Ed.His mouth slackened for a second before squeezing into a straight line. He kept his attention firmly on the man at my side.Harold stepped past him and up to the drinks cabinet. “Coben, old fellow, what are you drinking?”Coben said nothing. It was as if he’d been rooted to the floor. His eyes flashed and his hands curled into fists.What the hell is the matter with him?“Coben? Drink?” Harold repeated.“Er…Scotch.” His voice was hoarse. “Please. If you have one.” He pushed his shoulders down and tilted his chin. He looked a little paler than he had earlier.“Coben,” I said, hoping he wasn’t coming down with something. “Come and meet Harold and Mable’s godson. Ed Moorland.”Coben accepted the drink Harold passed him and took a large gulp. He walked up to me.I reached for his hand. His fingers were cool, his palm a little clammy. Perhaps the talk with Harold hadn’t gone according to plan.Still he stared at Ed.Ed stared right on back.“Funny thing is…” I started, trying to fill in a weird silence that had descended and wondering why the air felt like it had an electric current running through it. “I actually met Ed today. What a coincidence, eh?”“You met him?” Coben dragged his attention from Ed to me. “What? How?” He narrowed his eyes.Why is he being so rude? “He came into Dragon’s Ink. He was a client.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone. “I added a bird to his half-leg tat.”“Nice to meet you.” Ed held out his hand to Coben. His voice was tense.Coben took it, shook very briefly, then shoved his hand into his trouser pocket. “She tattooed you?” He paused. “My wife.”“Yes. Your wife.” Ed knocked back the last of his drink. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. “She’s very good.”“I know.” Coben mimicked Ed by finishing his freshly poured Scotch in one go. He shifted forward and back as though wondering whether to sit or not—or maybe leave the room.“I’ll be back in a moment.” Harold raised a large glass of red into the air. “Best just check the boss is okay in the kitchen.”“Sure.” I smiled his way. It was a false smile because something was going on. I had no idea what but I’d never seen Coben so twitchy.“Ed is in the military,” I said, tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ears.“Oh yeah?” Coben tilted his chin.“Yep.” Ed turned away and headed to the drinks cabinet. “Don’t ask me about it, though.”“He can’t tell you,” I said. “It’s top secret.”Coben kind of grunted.I poked him in the ribs. “What’s the matter?” I mouthed, frowning.“Nothing.” He clenched his jaw and a tendon jumped in his cheek.Ed poured himself another drink. As he turned back to us, Mable appeared. “Ah, here you all are,” she said, holding out her hands. She came up to me and kissed my cheek. “Sian, you look beautiful.”“Thank you.” I smiled. “So do you.”“Coben, thank you so much for coming this evening.” She angled her face toward him.“My pleasure.” He politely touched his lips to her cheek.I glanced at Ed. He was staring at Coben. Two lines plowed across his forehead and he was breathing deep, his shirt tightening over his broad chest.I’d never known Coben to be anything other than perfectly polite and controlled when we’d been out, so this reaction to Ed was weird. But it seemed Coben had a strange effect on Ed too—I just didn’t understand what.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scoredhave been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Harlem Links
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lily.harlem Facebook author page https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.ukNewsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem
Thanks so much for stopping by, Lily. :)
Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOWMuscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world they live in.
The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not fair…
Back Cover InformationMy husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
Grab your copy of Muscling In from
Evernight PublishingAmazonAmazon UK All Romance eBooks
Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall light.I stepped in behind him and kicked off my heels.There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed the door up, hard.“Cobe—”His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of my bra.“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you again in the car.”“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve teased me all evening.”“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way he knew I liked.“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large burgundy vase.“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”He kissed me again, pushing his erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for long.His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch me, all over, and never stop.I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders. He released me, shrugged out of it and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.He kicked the door to the bedroom open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but obey.I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.He kept his attention on the juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than that on the rest of his body.My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.“Yes. All of it. All of you.”He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.He set straight to work, slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm pressure.“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”He searched out my entrance and pushed one long finger into me.I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.He pushed another finger in, upped the force on my clit.My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over my flesh.“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion. “More, give me more.”He shifted, his big body easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.“Fuck.” I gasped.“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of my pucker.“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.“Which is it?”“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the climax building.“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”“Come, I want to come.”“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious. I craved it.He eased in a little more.Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my clit.“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”“I want to come…”“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”“No, never too old.”“Let’s hope not. But…”“But what?”“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of return.“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”He was fucking me with his fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”
Excerpt - PG
“Where is your husband? You forget to bring him?” A cheeky smirk crossed Ed’s face.“He’s just catching up with Harold about something, business stuff, you know.”“Oh, what’s he do for a living, then?”“Cyber security, Middle East is his speciality.”Ed’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Sounds interesting.”“It keeps him very busy.”A noise in the hall caught my attention and I turned. The click of shoes on the floor grew louder. Coben appeared in the doorway.He stopped and scanned the room. His gaze settled briefly on me, then flicked to Ed.His mouth slackened for a second before squeezing into a straight line. He kept his attention firmly on the man at my side.Harold stepped past him and up to the drinks cabinet. “Coben, old fellow, what are you drinking?”Coben said nothing. It was as if he’d been rooted to the floor. His eyes flashed and his hands curled into fists.What the hell is the matter with him?“Coben? Drink?” Harold repeated.“Er…Scotch.” His voice was hoarse. “Please. If you have one.” He pushed his shoulders down and tilted his chin. He looked a little paler than he had earlier.“Coben,” I said, hoping he wasn’t coming down with something. “Come and meet Harold and Mable’s godson. Ed Moorland.”Coben accepted the drink Harold passed him and took a large gulp. He walked up to me.I reached for his hand. His fingers were cool, his palm a little clammy. Perhaps the talk with Harold hadn’t gone according to plan.Still he stared at Ed.Ed stared right on back.“Funny thing is…” I started, trying to fill in a weird silence that had descended and wondering why the air felt like it had an electric current running through it. “I actually met Ed today. What a coincidence, eh?”“You met him?” Coben dragged his attention from Ed to me. “What? How?” He narrowed his eyes.Why is he being so rude? “He came into Dragon’s Ink. He was a client.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone. “I added a bird to his half-leg tat.”“Nice to meet you.” Ed held out his hand to Coben. His voice was tense.Coben took it, shook very briefly, then shoved his hand into his trouser pocket. “She tattooed you?” He paused. “My wife.”“Yes. Your wife.” Ed knocked back the last of his drink. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. “She’s very good.”“I know.” Coben mimicked Ed by finishing his freshly poured Scotch in one go. He shifted forward and back as though wondering whether to sit or not—or maybe leave the room.“I’ll be back in a moment.” Harold raised a large glass of red into the air. “Best just check the boss is okay in the kitchen.”“Sure.” I smiled his way. It was a false smile because something was going on. I had no idea what but I’d never seen Coben so twitchy.“Ed is in the military,” I said, tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ears.“Oh yeah?” Coben tilted his chin.“Yep.” Ed turned away and headed to the drinks cabinet. “Don’t ask me about it, though.”“He can’t tell you,” I said. “It’s top secret.”Coben kind of grunted.I poked him in the ribs. “What’s the matter?” I mouthed, frowning.“Nothing.” He clenched his jaw and a tendon jumped in his cheek.Ed poured himself another drink. As he turned back to us, Mable appeared. “Ah, here you all are,” she said, holding out her hands. She came up to me and kissed my cheek. “Sian, you look beautiful.”“Thank you.” I smiled. “So do you.”“Coben, thank you so much for coming this evening.” She angled her face toward him.“My pleasure.” He politely touched his lips to her cheek.I glanced at Ed. He was staring at Coben. Two lines plowed across his forehead and he was breathing deep, his shirt tightening over his broad chest.I’d never known Coben to be anything other than perfectly polite and controlled when we’d been out, so this reaction to Ed was weird. But it seemed Coben had a strange effect on Ed too—I just didn’t understand what.
About Lily Harlem Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scoredhave been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Harlem Links
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lily.harlem Facebook author page https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.ukNewsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem
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A Plethora of Prurient PleasuresThis Box Set is a plethora of prurient pleasures, with 21 erotic delights within a single book! It delivers arousing entertainment in spades. I have had occasion to read many of the authors contributing to this anthology and picked up a copy as a gift for a friend because of them. I knew from their reputation of being International and Award Winning Bestselling authors that they wouldn’t participate unless it was of the highest quality. Additionally, I received an advance copy and I can testify, oh Lord can I testify, that these surpass even my expectations. Enclosed are 21 full-length stories from some of the very best wordsmiths writing provocative romance today. You are sure to find old favorites and make new in this cross-genre collection of Literotica’s finest authors. Here, dip your pinkie in and have a taste; it is sure to please—one way or another! This also makes a wonderful “curl up and let’s get cozy” read with a lover or Christmas delectable delight for a friend. Treat yourself, take my word for it. Treat a friend…they will thank you (appropriately) for the gift of pleasure that keeps on giving. xo~ PA Jiuditta
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Christmas Magic Fills Your Stocking with Sexy SurprisesI give 5 Stars to Put Your Ho Ho's On. A spicy collection of short Christmas stories, written by a celebrated group of diverse authors, offering different genres to please any fancy or give as a gift for anyone on your Christmas list. An appropriate stocking stuffer for those readers, who are hard to please. From paranormal holidays, Christmas romances including gay men, celebrating the spirit of the season, to explicit erotic affairs, like a man celebrating with a woman in 64 positions, you will find the the right stories to improve your Holiday If you're trapped in your house by a storm or suffering from the flu, you will be able to read creative Christmas stories that will heal and cheer you up.~ Pablo Michaels
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A fantastic five stars erotic compilations for every sexual inclinations by best selling erotica authors. I grabbed my copy as soon as it was made available. I'm re-reading this highly charged "Put Your Ho Ho's On" to enjoy my eggnogs and more during this provocatively charged Yuletide season.~ Bernard Tristan Foong
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November 13, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER ELODIE PARKES WITH AN UNUSUAL VACATION
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Elodie Parkes with AN UNUSUAL VACATION.
Hi, thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my latest book from Evernight.An Unusual Vacation October 29 releaseI originally expected this story to be a short, but as the plot developed and the characters took over, the story grew and grew, and still there’s more to tell, because one of the supporting characters, Connor, is going to have his own story.Dominic Carr, my hero and Michelle Vega, my heroine, couldn’t be more different, but they are instantly drawn to each other and the resulting passion between them is intense. Dominic’s hopes are high, making him vulnerable. Michelle is involved in a dangerous lifestyle far removed from Dominic’s, but she’s lonely. This opens her up to taking chances when she meets Dominic.I love water, rivers, and the ocean. They have their own very special atmosphere, and I wanted to flavor the story setting with the sounds, and smells of sun drenched harbor towns, wide rivers and boats, to provide contrast with the suspense element of the story.When you read the story and Dominic sails away on vacation. Think Monterey or the marinas in the Caribbean or the Florida keys. The sky is Grecian blue, the air and water sparkles. There’s the smell of salt and sea, and wheel of seagulls as the couple walk on the quay together.
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention. Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might react to discovering her secrets.When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
Read an excerpt: Dominic sees Michelle for the first time
A sunbeam slanted through the skylight as if aiming for Dominic’s face. He opened his eyes and rolled away from the bright shaft of light. His head safely on the other side of the pillow, Dominic checked the time on his cell phone that lay on the bedside unit. The day looked beautiful through the cabin window as he sat up and swung his legs onto the floor. He pulled on a T-shirt over his boxers and padded into the galley to make coffee. Dominic went up on deck and took his cup of coffee with him. The clear, blue sky and the sun-dappled water brought a smile to his face. The marina around his berth was already full of life, and he sat to watch a fabulous motor yacht edge out of a berth and move majestically into deeper water. Hunger drove him to shower and dress. He had food in the fridge to cook, but Dominic knew there was a great café in this town next to an art gallery and he meant to visit both that morning. Mellowed by the blueberry pancakes he’d eaten, the sun on his shoulders as he sat at one of the café’s outdoor tables lifted his spirits. Summer scented the air and Dominic took a deep breath. I needed this change. It feels as if I’ve suddenly entered the real world…His thoughts made him grin as he paid the bill, and left the café. The art gallery, a door down, was showing several local artists’ work and the traveling exhibition on loan from a private collector housed a number of Monet paintings Dominic wanted to see. He’d never thought about joining the art world himself, but Dominic liked to look. It gave him a sense of peace.A poster on the revolving door proclaimed there was a small fee that week because of the Monets. The gallery had two floors. The rooms were long, stretching back in the deceptively spacious building, with padded benches placed at intervals for people to sit and absorb the art. Dominic donated at the plastic box attached to the screen midway down the first floor of the gallery designating the entrance to the special exhibition. He wanted to see that first. Over an hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side, on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat. She wore a pale-pink suit jacket and her glossy hair fell down her back, almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful. He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him, and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
Buy the book: Evernight All Romance Amazon US Amazon UK Siren BookstrandAbout ElodieI’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean ...I work with antiques by day and words by night.Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.Find Elodie online: Blog Facebook FB Twitter Tsu Google + G+ Pinterest Blog 2 Tumblr ManicReaders Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, Elodie. :)
Hi, thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my latest book from Evernight.An Unusual Vacation October 29 releaseI originally expected this story to be a short, but as the plot developed and the characters took over, the story grew and grew, and still there’s more to tell, because one of the supporting characters, Connor, is going to have his own story.Dominic Carr, my hero and Michelle Vega, my heroine, couldn’t be more different, but they are instantly drawn to each other and the resulting passion between them is intense. Dominic’s hopes are high, making him vulnerable. Michelle is involved in a dangerous lifestyle far removed from Dominic’s, but she’s lonely. This opens her up to taking chances when she meets Dominic.I love water, rivers, and the ocean. They have their own very special atmosphere, and I wanted to flavor the story setting with the sounds, and smells of sun drenched harbor towns, wide rivers and boats, to provide contrast with the suspense element of the story.When you read the story and Dominic sails away on vacation. Think Monterey or the marinas in the Caribbean or the Florida keys. The sky is Grecian blue, the air and water sparkles. There’s the smell of salt and sea, and wheel of seagulls as the couple walk on the quay together.
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention. Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might react to discovering her secrets.When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
Read an excerpt: Dominic sees Michelle for the first time
A sunbeam slanted through the skylight as if aiming for Dominic’s face. He opened his eyes and rolled away from the bright shaft of light. His head safely on the other side of the pillow, Dominic checked the time on his cell phone that lay on the bedside unit. The day looked beautiful through the cabin window as he sat up and swung his legs onto the floor. He pulled on a T-shirt over his boxers and padded into the galley to make coffee. Dominic went up on deck and took his cup of coffee with him. The clear, blue sky and the sun-dappled water brought a smile to his face. The marina around his berth was already full of life, and he sat to watch a fabulous motor yacht edge out of a berth and move majestically into deeper water. Hunger drove him to shower and dress. He had food in the fridge to cook, but Dominic knew there was a great café in this town next to an art gallery and he meant to visit both that morning. Mellowed by the blueberry pancakes he’d eaten, the sun on his shoulders as he sat at one of the café’s outdoor tables lifted his spirits. Summer scented the air and Dominic took a deep breath. I needed this change. It feels as if I’ve suddenly entered the real world…His thoughts made him grin as he paid the bill, and left the café. The art gallery, a door down, was showing several local artists’ work and the traveling exhibition on loan from a private collector housed a number of Monet paintings Dominic wanted to see. He’d never thought about joining the art world himself, but Dominic liked to look. It gave him a sense of peace.A poster on the revolving door proclaimed there was a small fee that week because of the Monets. The gallery had two floors. The rooms were long, stretching back in the deceptively spacious building, with padded benches placed at intervals for people to sit and absorb the art. Dominic donated at the plastic box attached to the screen midway down the first floor of the gallery designating the entrance to the special exhibition. He wanted to see that first. Over an hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side, on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat. She wore a pale-pink suit jacket and her glossy hair fell down her back, almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful. He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him, and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
Buy the book: Evernight All Romance Amazon US Amazon UK Siren BookstrandAbout ElodieI’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean ...I work with antiques by day and words by night.Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.Find Elodie online: Blog Facebook FB Twitter Tsu Google + G+ Pinterest Blog 2 Tumblr ManicReaders Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, Elodie. :)November 12, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER KELSIE BELLE WITH JAYSON'S REDEMPTION
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Kelsie Bell with JAYSON'S REDEMPTION
Jayson's Redemption (MF)by Kelsie BelleSequel to Playing for KeepsSiren-BookStrand, Inc.Heat Rating: SEXTREMEWord Count: 56,047PRE-ORDER!AVAILABLE: Tuesday, October 27th[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
BlurbJayson Tacoma has sworn off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's redemption?
Story Excerpt
“Dammit, son of a bitch!”The female voice came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car. Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as the ass was.Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems to be the problem?”The hopping ended as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”A soft chuckle erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.“Um, I guess so,” she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”It took him less than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.“Looks like you might have a busted valve,” he told her.“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face. “Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”She nodded as he jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.“Okay, start her up.”She hopped behind the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in their depths. “Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes. “It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”She stuck her hands into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed straight to the shop.”“Yeah? I thought you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out sounding more like a question.“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation. After all, he was one of those people.He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”She glanced down at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones. “Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”
Adult Excerpt
Without warning, he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern relentlessly.As the kiss continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center onto her thighs.“God, you’re spectacular,” he said softly.The warmth of his whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.A little whimper escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into his pelvis.“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”She writhed against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.His hand traveled over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with delight.“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”She forced her eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated core.“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”“Tell me what you want, Mya.”“Another finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.His lips curled into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”Instantly another finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release heightening in her core in an instant.“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs. Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.It took several seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from me?”Mya was shaking her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
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BlurbLeft broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees. Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love. But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
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Jayson's Redemption (MF)by Kelsie BelleSequel to Playing for KeepsSiren-BookStrand, Inc.Heat Rating: SEXTREMEWord Count: 56,047PRE-ORDER!AVAILABLE: Tuesday, October 27th[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]BlurbJayson Tacoma has sworn off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's redemption?
Story Excerpt
“Dammit, son of a bitch!”The female voice came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car. Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as the ass was.Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems to be the problem?”The hopping ended as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”A soft chuckle erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.“Um, I guess so,” she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”It took him less than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.“Looks like you might have a busted valve,” he told her.“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face. “Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”She nodded as he jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.“Okay, start her up.”She hopped behind the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in their depths. “Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes. “It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”She stuck her hands into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed straight to the shop.”“Yeah? I thought you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out sounding more like a question.“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation. After all, he was one of those people.He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”She glanced down at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones. “Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”
Adult Excerpt
Without warning, he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern relentlessly.As the kiss continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center onto her thighs.“God, you’re spectacular,” he said softly.The warmth of his whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.A little whimper escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into his pelvis.“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”She writhed against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.His hand traveled over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with delight.“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”She forced her eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated core.“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”“Tell me what you want, Mya.”“Another finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.His lips curled into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”Instantly another finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release heightening in her core in an instant.“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs. Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.It took several seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from me?”Mya was shaking her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
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BlurbLeft broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees. Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love. But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
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November 10, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER LONDON SAINT JAMES WITH DARK TALES DIARIES
Please welcome my guest blogger today, London Saint James with DARK TALES DIARIES: Volume 3Dark Tales Diaries, 3
For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come? When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she's not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, "Dance for me" completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again. For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better. Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding "the one." Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three's Not a Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
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General Excerpt:Everyone knows heartache. This seems a harsh statement, yet it is the one fundamental truth all of us have in common. We may allow religious beliefs to separate us. Fall behind the dividing wall of the social classes. Have varying shades to our skin. Maintain different political views or sexual orientations. We may see the world through diverse eyes and hail from dissimilar backgrounds. However, the one thing each and every single one of us comes to understand-to live is to know pain. There's no escaping. Whether we know the sorrow and grief of losing someone we loved dearly, the disappointments of deceit and lies, or the devastation of a broken heart, all of us, no matter who we are, will eventually become acquainted with heartache. The question then becomes; what do we do to survive?-Tristan I placed my favorite Mont Blanc pen atop my scribbled thoughts, and stared out the office window. The setting sun backlit the city skyline in a splash of burnt umber. In just a few hours I'd be donning my Armani tuxedo and joining my audacious sister, as well my mother who flew in from France, in order to co-host the gala marking a milestone for the company Adelle and I run. The company my late father started forty years ago. But here's the thing. While most of the New York publishing world will be in attendance, armed with their celebratory faces and platitudes of well wishes, I'll be there going through the motions-forced to appear happy.
With a heavy sigh, I rolled my leather chair back from the desk. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. Quite the opposite in fact. After the call I received earlier today from my P.I., informing me the lead on Keira's whereabouts was another dead end, all I really wanted to do was settle into my penthouse to read some of the newest submissions to Dark Tales Diaries, and drink single malt scotch until the words blurred upon the pages. This seemed the more appropriate thing to do since the date on the calendar also marked another occasion-thirteen years to the day since I last saw Keira.
I could still remember the facets sparkling in her aquamarine eyes. They were eyes so deep I could get lost within the depths of them. So sharp, they slayed me. So soft, they comforted me. Trust me when I say, I'm well aware thirteen years is a long time to be apart. Nonetheless, it seems only yesterday I was basking in her happy laughter. Tasted the sweetness of her lips. Felt her delicate body pressed firmly against mine. Heard her soft voice whispering naughty notions in my ear, and felt her warm breath gust across my skin. Yet, in other ways, every single minute of every single day of my unwanted separation from Keira has eroded at me like a slow drip of acid.
Squeezing the back of my tense neck, I wondered if perhaps I should listen to Wade, and call off any further investigation into Keira's disappearance. After all this time, how could I not consider it? Maybe my sister, Adelle, was right when she said Keira didn't want to be found and I needed to let my obsession go. Could I do that? Did I even want to give up? Or was I doomed to endlessly search for answers and an unobtainable dream?
Almost absentmindedly, I ran my fingers over the stack of mail which contained the words of so many, and plucked a pink envelope from the pile. I read the return address. Seattle, WA."Are you in there, Keira?"
Shaking my head, I sat the letter aside. I knew the truth. Regardless if I found the girl turned woman amongst the erotic tales of others or not, it didn't really matter. Simply because, what I was doing now, what I'd started with Dark Tales Diaries, was so much more than a possible means to finding her. It was my way of dealing with the loss-my way to survive.
Adult Excerpt from Dance for Me:
"Take off the dress."I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon's clothing was, putting my dress there, too."Goddamn." The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. "Leave the panties and the heels on.""All right."When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile. I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand. "Give me your other hand, too." I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. "I'm going to attach these to that chain," he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he'd said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn't sure what he did behind me, I couldn't really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. "Good?" he asked."Yes," I replied. Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet. Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man."Perfection," he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. "Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit." After I complied, Damon's strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. "Tilt your head to the right."As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips. Bull's-eye. "Ooh…," I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening."So nice and wet," he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. "Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel."With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely. My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed. "Oh God." That fast he was going to make me come and come hard."That's it," he said, voice low and guttural. "Come for me."I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms. I'm not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move. Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet."Press your sweet ass out for me."A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I'd never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn't pain. Not yet.The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.I heard him speak four simple words. "Dance for me, angel."I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over. This is what I'd been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated. When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths. Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely. "Fuck," he muttered. I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. "Aah, yes!"I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.
About London
London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her website, www.londonsaintjames.com, her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @LSJRomance.
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