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September 26, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER ALLYSON YOUNG WITH UNPROFESSIONAL
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Allyson Young with her newest release, Unprofessional.
Blurb:Hannah Evans is personal assistant to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role. Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a beauty and brains? Unable to bear the idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.
Excerpt:“Hannah.” Her name fell harshly from his lips and she blinked several times, appearing to get herself under control. “Tell me why you’re leaving.” Leaving me.“I appreciate the opportunity,” she nearly whispered. “Seeing as I had no experience.”“You said that in your letter of resignation,” he agreed. “And I was happy to give it to you. You proved yourself quickly.” He shifted a tad closer and studied the rising color in her cheeks.“I … I can’t stay on. Big world of opportunity out there and all.” “You’re not telling me the truth. How bad can it be?”Giving into an instinctive urge, he grasped her other hand and hauled her close. He locked his gaze with hers when she looked up, startled. “Tell me,” he insisted.“I can’t.” She nearly whimpered and a good man would have backed off and let her go. He couldn’t find it within himself to do it. Recognizing he couldn’t force her to confide, he resorted to sneakier tactics. He turned on the charm and cajoled. “Hannah, you’re invaluable to me and I can’t get my head around finding someone to replace you. Is it somethingI’ve done? Is the salary an issue?”A shake of her head sent more strands of hair drifting down to her shoulders, these longer than the others, and they rested against the upper swells of her breasts. His stare traced their path before he glanced up to see her eyes wide with surprise. God, she was lovely. Smart, skilled and talented, all woman. Different from—“Benjamin?” His name wasn’t on Hannah’s lips but spoken at his office door. He recognized that voice. “Benjamin?”He could only imagine how it looked, his disheveledPA sprawled in a chair, him kneeling at her feet, holding her hands captive and their faces mere inches apart. With an effort,he turned his head and acknowledged his latest fling. Past fling. “Give me a minute, Tiffany.”Hannah quivered and tried to pull away, but he hung on tightly, willing the tall blonde out of his office.“I see you’ve already replaced me,” she replied, scorn and anger coloring her voice. At any other time, he might have found her alluring, all flushed with outrage and passion. As usual, Tiffany was dressed to the nines in a body-revealing outfit that displayed her long, slender figure and enhanced breasts to full advantage. But she left him cold, something new, because he rarely tired of his blondes physically, choosing to keep his hookups brief to avoid emotional attachment. Tiffany sneered at Hannah. “She’s hardly your taste. Pudgy and plain, wouldn’t you say?”If he hadn’t known to keep hold of Hannah, wrapping his hands around Tiffany’s elegant neck might have been an excellent alternative. “Get out.”“Gladly. You’re welcome to him, secretary-type. It won’t last, especially as he’s slumming.” He spared her only enough of a look to ensure she had indeed gone before turning back to Hannah. Who was staring at him with a multitude of emotions washing over her expressive features. “She’s different than the others.” Well, that was the last thing he expected. “Excuse me?” He knew he sounded astonished.“She has a career. So she must use her brain. And she meets all your other criteria.”Hannah would know, he acknowledged inwardly. Except it appeared she was wrong— his preferences were changing. Had changed. His lower body, and not his now aching knees, was in total agreement. Hannah had been under his nose all this time with her quiet, efficient ways and non-intrusive manner, yet he would bet she knew more about him than he knew about himself. But she was leaving, so obviously didn’t feel the same. No point in opening that door, especially as he lacked the tools. He ground his back teeth against a disappointed growl and clambered to his feet after carefully setting Hannah’s hands on her lap.“I’m sorry she said those things.”“Which ones?” She sounded intent, earnest, and peered up at him.“She insulted you.”Hannah shrugged and those round breasts lifted higher on her torso. “No comparison. We aren’t even the same species, I don’t think.”Benjamin laughed. That was the effect Hannah had on him despite all that had just taken place. He felt … happy around her. And there was that shift again. She’d been an enormous part of his life for over a year. He’d spent more time—awake at least—with her than any other person. His laughter faded when he imagined the future without her. Alternate Excerpt:July 17Dear Mr. Willis-Please accept this as my formal notice of resignation effective two weeks from today’s date. I would advise that I have compiled a detailed document outlining the successful applicant’s duties and if time permits will certainly be willing to train said applicant.I wish to express my sincere appreciation for the opportunity to work as your personal assistant for the past year, given my lack of experience.Yours truly,Hannah EvansHannah Evans
His fist crumpled the sheet of paper as if with a mind of its own, mangling the white velum and hiding the message from his disbelieving stare. A sick feeling gripped his gut and he replaced it with a mounting fury, the better to cope. Benjamin forced his fingers to relax and drop the letter to the surface of the desk, smoothing out the wrinkles while trying to get control. What the fuck was this about? He wasn’t reacting specifically to her resignation. He’d come to that surprise after he figured out his absurd response to it. Several deep breaths, followed by some pacing around his office didn’t shed any light on the issue so he went with the reason for it. Rather than calling her, he yanked his door open and glared at her empty desk. Hannah—Miss Evans—he corrected himself, sternly, was down the hall again, in that excuse for a restroom. A chill raced down his spine. Was herresignation related to something about her health? Was she frequently using the last unfinished room in this amazing building he’d seen lovingly restored because of sickness? Worry curdled his belly and he peered in that direction.As he cudgeled his brain for reasons why a woman might be ill, another thought struck him and ice replaced the fear. Could she be pregnant? His Hannah carrying another man’s baby? Insanely, his cock leapedto attention as if in protest. Benjamin froze in place and stared down at the appendage that he’d never allowed to lead him around. He’d prided himself on it. Sex was an imperative; the more the better, the more inventive the better and he was wealthy enough and powerful enough to indulge himself. His taste in women leaned to tall, blonde, busty, and vacuous. Women who accepted his terms of casual and short term. Arm candy to show off at his many appearances, a release for afterward, and no pillow talk required. He had Hannah—Miss Evans—for that. Pillow talk wasn’t the correct description,of course, but his brain and quick mind appreciated their stimulating conversations. She was no shrinking violet and met him comment for comment, debate for debate, yet was only too willing to admit her weaknesses and if she was wrong. Not to mention how she competently fulfilled the rest of her role.It was inappropriate to consider Miss Evans in even a vaguely carnal way. Highly unprofessional. What business was it of his to resent the idea of another man giving her a child, like he had a proprietary interest? And certainly thinking of her as his Hannah was wrong. Except she was his—his valued, personal assistant who lived up to every word she’d spoken in that brief summary of the job. Never intrusive, totally dedicated and hardworking, highly organized and intuitive. He’d meant it when he complimented her for anticipating his needs and taking such good care of him. His cock twitched at the thought and confusion addled his brain. The thoughtof her with another man…Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/unprofessional-by-allyson-young/ http://www.amazon.com/Unprofessional-Romance-Go-Allyson-Young-ebook/dp/B015RYTVAI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1443185021&sr=8-1&keywords=unprofessional+allyson+young
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
Author Links: http://www.allysonyoung.com allysonyoung45@gmail.com Thanks so much for stopping by, Allyson. :)
Blurb:Hannah Evans is personal assistant to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role. Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a beauty and brains? Unable to bear the idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.
Excerpt:“Hannah.” Her name fell harshly from his lips and she blinked several times, appearing to get herself under control. “Tell me why you’re leaving.” Leaving me.“I appreciate the opportunity,” she nearly whispered. “Seeing as I had no experience.”“You said that in your letter of resignation,” he agreed. “And I was happy to give it to you. You proved yourself quickly.” He shifted a tad closer and studied the rising color in her cheeks.“I … I can’t stay on. Big world of opportunity out there and all.” “You’re not telling me the truth. How bad can it be?”Giving into an instinctive urge, he grasped her other hand and hauled her close. He locked his gaze with hers when she looked up, startled. “Tell me,” he insisted.“I can’t.” She nearly whimpered and a good man would have backed off and let her go. He couldn’t find it within himself to do it. Recognizing he couldn’t force her to confide, he resorted to sneakier tactics. He turned on the charm and cajoled. “Hannah, you’re invaluable to me and I can’t get my head around finding someone to replace you. Is it somethingI’ve done? Is the salary an issue?”A shake of her head sent more strands of hair drifting down to her shoulders, these longer than the others, and they rested against the upper swells of her breasts. His stare traced their path before he glanced up to see her eyes wide with surprise. God, she was lovely. Smart, skilled and talented, all woman. Different from—“Benjamin?” His name wasn’t on Hannah’s lips but spoken at his office door. He recognized that voice. “Benjamin?”He could only imagine how it looked, his disheveledPA sprawled in a chair, him kneeling at her feet, holding her hands captive and their faces mere inches apart. With an effort,he turned his head and acknowledged his latest fling. Past fling. “Give me a minute, Tiffany.”Hannah quivered and tried to pull away, but he hung on tightly, willing the tall blonde out of his office.“I see you’ve already replaced me,” she replied, scorn and anger coloring her voice. At any other time, he might have found her alluring, all flushed with outrage and passion. As usual, Tiffany was dressed to the nines in a body-revealing outfit that displayed her long, slender figure and enhanced breasts to full advantage. But she left him cold, something new, because he rarely tired of his blondes physically, choosing to keep his hookups brief to avoid emotional attachment. Tiffany sneered at Hannah. “She’s hardly your taste. Pudgy and plain, wouldn’t you say?”If he hadn’t known to keep hold of Hannah, wrapping his hands around Tiffany’s elegant neck might have been an excellent alternative. “Get out.”“Gladly. You’re welcome to him, secretary-type. It won’t last, especially as he’s slumming.” He spared her only enough of a look to ensure she had indeed gone before turning back to Hannah. Who was staring at him with a multitude of emotions washing over her expressive features. “She’s different than the others.” Well, that was the last thing he expected. “Excuse me?” He knew he sounded astonished.“She has a career. So she must use her brain. And she meets all your other criteria.”Hannah would know, he acknowledged inwardly. Except it appeared she was wrong— his preferences were changing. Had changed. His lower body, and not his now aching knees, was in total agreement. Hannah had been under his nose all this time with her quiet, efficient ways and non-intrusive manner, yet he would bet she knew more about him than he knew about himself. But she was leaving, so obviously didn’t feel the same. No point in opening that door, especially as he lacked the tools. He ground his back teeth against a disappointed growl and clambered to his feet after carefully setting Hannah’s hands on her lap.“I’m sorry she said those things.”“Which ones?” She sounded intent, earnest, and peered up at him.“She insulted you.”Hannah shrugged and those round breasts lifted higher on her torso. “No comparison. We aren’t even the same species, I don’t think.”Benjamin laughed. That was the effect Hannah had on him despite all that had just taken place. He felt … happy around her. And there was that shift again. She’d been an enormous part of his life for over a year. He’d spent more time—awake at least—with her than any other person. His laughter faded when he imagined the future without her. Alternate Excerpt:July 17Dear Mr. Willis-Please accept this as my formal notice of resignation effective two weeks from today’s date. I would advise that I have compiled a detailed document outlining the successful applicant’s duties and if time permits will certainly be willing to train said applicant.I wish to express my sincere appreciation for the opportunity to work as your personal assistant for the past year, given my lack of experience.Yours truly,Hannah EvansHannah Evans
His fist crumpled the sheet of paper as if with a mind of its own, mangling the white velum and hiding the message from his disbelieving stare. A sick feeling gripped his gut and he replaced it with a mounting fury, the better to cope. Benjamin forced his fingers to relax and drop the letter to the surface of the desk, smoothing out the wrinkles while trying to get control. What the fuck was this about? He wasn’t reacting specifically to her resignation. He’d come to that surprise after he figured out his absurd response to it. Several deep breaths, followed by some pacing around his office didn’t shed any light on the issue so he went with the reason for it. Rather than calling her, he yanked his door open and glared at her empty desk. Hannah—Miss Evans—he corrected himself, sternly, was down the hall again, in that excuse for a restroom. A chill raced down his spine. Was herresignation related to something about her health? Was she frequently using the last unfinished room in this amazing building he’d seen lovingly restored because of sickness? Worry curdled his belly and he peered in that direction.As he cudgeled his brain for reasons why a woman might be ill, another thought struck him and ice replaced the fear. Could she be pregnant? His Hannah carrying another man’s baby? Insanely, his cock leapedto attention as if in protest. Benjamin froze in place and stared down at the appendage that he’d never allowed to lead him around. He’d prided himself on it. Sex was an imperative; the more the better, the more inventive the better and he was wealthy enough and powerful enough to indulge himself. His taste in women leaned to tall, blonde, busty, and vacuous. Women who accepted his terms of casual and short term. Arm candy to show off at his many appearances, a release for afterward, and no pillow talk required. He had Hannah—Miss Evans—for that. Pillow talk wasn’t the correct description,of course, but his brain and quick mind appreciated their stimulating conversations. She was no shrinking violet and met him comment for comment, debate for debate, yet was only too willing to admit her weaknesses and if she was wrong. Not to mention how she competently fulfilled the rest of her role.It was inappropriate to consider Miss Evans in even a vaguely carnal way. Highly unprofessional. What business was it of his to resent the idea of another man giving her a child, like he had a proprietary interest? And certainly thinking of her as his Hannah was wrong. Except she was his—his valued, personal assistant who lived up to every word she’d spoken in that brief summary of the job. Never intrusive, totally dedicated and hardworking, highly organized and intuitive. He’d meant it when he complimented her for anticipating his needs and taking such good care of him. His cock twitched at the thought and confusion addled his brain. The thoughtof her with another man…Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/unprofessional-by-allyson-young/ http://www.amazon.com/Unprofessional-Romance-Go-Allyson-Young-ebook/dp/B015RYTVAI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1443185021&sr=8-1&keywords=unprofessional+allyson+young
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
Author Links: http://www.allysonyoung.com allysonyoung45@gmail.com Thanks so much for stopping by, Allyson. :)
September 25, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER LETEISHA NEWTON WITH SIN'S PLEASURE
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very lovely and talented, LeTeisha Newton and her newest release, SIN'S PLEASURE.
★★COVER REVEAL★★
Title: Sin's PleasureSeries: Happily Never Happened #1Author: LeTeisha Newton
What if Happily Ever Afters were from a place called Elsia? What if they kept that world going and intact? And what if the Fairy Godmother, young and naive, got it wrong?
Welcome to Happily Never Happened, where fairy tales are real, sexier than sin, and sweeter than deliverance. Where Fantasy Ave is a place to see your pleasures satisfied, and the stakes raised - for a price. And then meet the ladies of Fantasy Ave, hidden gems in our world, who come from the world of Elsia, escaping the hell of their Happily Ever Afters, and offered the chance, with one last wish, to find love again.
SIN married her Prince Charming, escaping into the palace and becoming one of the four queens that ruled Elsia. That glass slipper seemed to fit on the right foot - that was until Charming showed her that she meant nothing to him, and even less to others after her story was over. Sin recreated herself, tossing aside her tiara and ballgown, for stilettos and a whip - because she calls the shots now. Never again is she going to be someone's sub who doesn't know the meaning of Dominance, and never again is she going to let someone open her heart again.
And she's right. Someone can't do it. She needs two: Tobias, her trusted bodyguard, and Zuriah, a wolf of Rose's pack, to claim her, and show her just how much she's missing. Show her how much Charming didn't know about love, and that being broken only means that she can be fixed.
Now available from Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tales, be ready to delve into a hot read of desire, love, and redemption.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/sins-pleasure-by-leteisha-newton/Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/ohhdogq
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, LeTeisha. :)
★★COVER REVEAL★★
Title: Sin's PleasureSeries: Happily Never Happened #1Author: LeTeisha Newton
What if Happily Ever Afters were from a place called Elsia? What if they kept that world going and intact? And what if the Fairy Godmother, young and naive, got it wrong?
Welcome to Happily Never Happened, where fairy tales are real, sexier than sin, and sweeter than deliverance. Where Fantasy Ave is a place to see your pleasures satisfied, and the stakes raised - for a price. And then meet the ladies of Fantasy Ave, hidden gems in our world, who come from the world of Elsia, escaping the hell of their Happily Ever Afters, and offered the chance, with one last wish, to find love again.
SIN married her Prince Charming, escaping into the palace and becoming one of the four queens that ruled Elsia. That glass slipper seemed to fit on the right foot - that was until Charming showed her that she meant nothing to him, and even less to others after her story was over. Sin recreated herself, tossing aside her tiara and ballgown, for stilettos and a whip - because she calls the shots now. Never again is she going to be someone's sub who doesn't know the meaning of Dominance, and never again is she going to let someone open her heart again.
And she's right. Someone can't do it. She needs two: Tobias, her trusted bodyguard, and Zuriah, a wolf of Rose's pack, to claim her, and show her just how much she's missing. Show her how much Charming didn't know about love, and that being broken only means that she can be fixed.
Now available from Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tales, be ready to delve into a hot read of desire, love, and redemption.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/sins-pleasure-by-leteisha-newton/Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/ohhdogq
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
Website - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest - Goodreads
Thanks so much for stopping by, LeTeisha. :)
September 22, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER DORIS O'CONNOR WITH SUNSHINE AND LOVE
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Doris O'Connor with her newest release, SUNSHINE AND LOVE.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
Source:(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/2437573...)
I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard.Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
Blurb:
He needs a nanny not a submissive…
Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?
Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.
If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
Adult Excerpt:
This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaron’s. The other man’s surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his tongue past the cool lips he’d been fantasizing over for weeks now, and deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning fled Jordan’s brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasn’t just a kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he ground his erection into his boss’s groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of his employer’s own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaron’s azure gaze was almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they stared at each other.“Fuck, we can’t do this.”Aaron’s strangled groan broke the last of Jordan’s restraint, and he grasped hold of the other man’s stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating him from his prize, the heat of Aaron’s shaft branded him, and his boss groaned when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaron’s dick.“Dammit, stop.”“No, I won’t. I want to taste you, Sir.”Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into Aaron’s groin. Aaron’s hiss in answer and the way the man’s hands fisted in his hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly undid it.“Fuck, you really don’t have to do this. I … fuuuck.”Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into Aaron’s boxer briefs, pulled out his boss’s cock, and licked across Aaron’s sensitive cock head.The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his lover’s magnificent dick. Aaron’s cock hardened further in Jordan’s fist, as he slid it slowly up and down Aaron’s thick and heavily veined shaft. The action pulled the other man’s foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed, swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other man’s musk was his reward. Bringing his free hand up to fondle his boss’s heavy balls, he grasped the base of Aaron’s peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth as he could. Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as he drank in Aaron’s unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth as he let go of Aaron’s cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this, Sir?” he asked with a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.“Watch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no for an answer.”The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaron’s need for him, and Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss. Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat, and he swallowed around it.“Fuck yes, just like that.” With those growled words the last of Aaron’s restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordan’s hair, fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan relished in the feel of being used for this man’s pleasure, and gave himself over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasn’t even real and the knowledge that someone—no doubt Nicole—was watching him go down on Aaron made the whole thing ten times hotter. Grasping hold of Aaron’s ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and Aaron thrust into Jordan’s mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that threatened to cut off Jordan’s air supply, he knew he had him.With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordan’s throat, and he did his best to swallow the other man’s seed. The pressure on his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaron’s furious curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside Jordan’s mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his lover’s junk.“I’m so sorry. I … I’m sorry.” Nicole’s bumbling apology registered as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordan’s mouth and yanked his trousers back up with another muttered curse.Jordan couldn’t help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaron’s office he winked at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.“This isn’t fucking funny.”
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Author bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos. Stalk her in these places
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Thanks for stopping by, Doris. :)
Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
Source:(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/2437573...)I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard.Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
Blurb:
He needs a nanny not a submissive…
Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?
Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.
If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
Adult Excerpt:
This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaron’s. The other man’s surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his tongue past the cool lips he’d been fantasizing over for weeks now, and deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning fled Jordan’s brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasn’t just a kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he ground his erection into his boss’s groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of his employer’s own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaron’s azure gaze was almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they stared at each other.“Fuck, we can’t do this.”Aaron’s strangled groan broke the last of Jordan’s restraint, and he grasped hold of the other man’s stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating him from his prize, the heat of Aaron’s shaft branded him, and his boss groaned when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaron’s dick.“Dammit, stop.”“No, I won’t. I want to taste you, Sir.”Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into Aaron’s groin. Aaron’s hiss in answer and the way the man’s hands fisted in his hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly undid it.“Fuck, you really don’t have to do this. I … fuuuck.”Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into Aaron’s boxer briefs, pulled out his boss’s cock, and licked across Aaron’s sensitive cock head.The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his lover’s magnificent dick. Aaron’s cock hardened further in Jordan’s fist, as he slid it slowly up and down Aaron’s thick and heavily veined shaft. The action pulled the other man’s foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed, swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other man’s musk was his reward. Bringing his free hand up to fondle his boss’s heavy balls, he grasped the base of Aaron’s peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth as he could. Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as he drank in Aaron’s unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth as he let go of Aaron’s cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this, Sir?” he asked with a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.“Watch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no for an answer.”The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaron’s need for him, and Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss. Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat, and he swallowed around it.“Fuck yes, just like that.” With those growled words the last of Aaron’s restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordan’s hair, fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan relished in the feel of being used for this man’s pleasure, and gave himself over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasn’t even real and the knowledge that someone—no doubt Nicole—was watching him go down on Aaron made the whole thing ten times hotter. Grasping hold of Aaron’s ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and Aaron thrust into Jordan’s mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that threatened to cut off Jordan’s air supply, he knew he had him.With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordan’s throat, and he did his best to swallow the other man’s seed. The pressure on his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaron’s furious curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside Jordan’s mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his lover’s junk.“I’m so sorry. I … I’m sorry.” Nicole’s bumbling apology registered as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordan’s mouth and yanked his trousers back up with another muttered curse.Jordan couldn’t help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaron’s office he winked at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.“This isn’t fucking funny.”
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Author bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos. Stalk her in these places
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Thanks for stopping by, Doris. :)
September 16, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER NAOMI CLARK WITH THE SEA WIFE
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Naomi Clark with THE SEA WIFE
It's probably no secret that I love shapeshifters, but normally I stick with werewolves. What can I say, I'm a traditionalist when it comes to these things! For THE SEA WIFE though, I branched out. It's impossible to be a fan of folklore and mythology and not know about selkies. There are loads of different stories surrounding these seal shifters, but I think probably the best-known is the idea that, if a man steals a seal-woman's skin, she's trapped and forced to become his wife. It's a sad story, but then, romantic tragedy seems to be a key element of selkie lore.
In THE SEA WIFE, I wanted to play on that element, but hopefully you won't find Charley and Nessa's story too sad! I like a little hope and happiness in my love stories after all!
BlurbCharley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love, tragedy can follow. For Charley and Nessa, that never seems to matter when they're together. But when Nessa's seal skin is stolen, the lovers uncover all the reasons humans and selkies should stay in their separate worlds.
Excerpt
In seconds, Nessa was up on the ledge beside her, and Charley pulled her into her arms to kiss her fiercely. Nessa tasted of sea spray and sunlight, her long dark hair smelt of sea lavender, and her body fit perfectly against Charley’s, just as it always had. Now Charley was truly home. They didn’t need words to greet each other, not really. They’d been meeting in this cave since Charley was fifteen. They’d been kissing since she was sixteen. Nessa slid her hands into Charley’s hair, freeing the messy red waves from the loose knot she’d tied them in. Nessa’s fingers trailed down Charley’s throat as they kissed, then down to grab the hem of Charley’s t-shirt. They broke the kiss briefly so Nessa could pull the t-shirt off and toss it aside. She fumbled with Charley’s bra, as she always did, and Charley giggled, as she always did, and slipped it off for Nessa. That too, was tossed away carelessly. Charley skimmed her hands down Nessa’s bare back, relishing the little shivers she caused. She pushed away Nessa’s heavy locks and kissed the curve of her neck, licking drops of seawater from her skin while Nessa cupped Charley’s breasts and ran her fingers round her nipples. Charley sighed, burying her face in Nessa’s hair and soaking up her light, delicate touches. They’d been apart too long and she needed Nessa with an urgency that wouldn’t settle for light or delicate. She slid her arms round Nessa’s waist and pushed her to the blanket. She stood quickly, hopping like an idiot to kick her jeans off, and Nessa watched her with barely-contained laughter. “If you just didn’t bother with clothes at all…” “I’d be arrested for public indecency and you’d never see me again.” Charley dropped to her knees beside Nessa, trailing her fingers over Nessa’s stomach and down between her legs.
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About the AuthorNaomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
Find me online:
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Naomi. :)
It's probably no secret that I love shapeshifters, but normally I stick with werewolves. What can I say, I'm a traditionalist when it comes to these things! For THE SEA WIFE though, I branched out. It's impossible to be a fan of folklore and mythology and not know about selkies. There are loads of different stories surrounding these seal shifters, but I think probably the best-known is the idea that, if a man steals a seal-woman's skin, she's trapped and forced to become his wife. It's a sad story, but then, romantic tragedy seems to be a key element of selkie lore.
In THE SEA WIFE, I wanted to play on that element, but hopefully you won't find Charley and Nessa's story too sad! I like a little hope and happiness in my love stories after all!
BlurbCharley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love, tragedy can follow. For Charley and Nessa, that never seems to matter when they're together. But when Nessa's seal skin is stolen, the lovers uncover all the reasons humans and selkies should stay in their separate worlds.
Excerpt
In seconds, Nessa was up on the ledge beside her, and Charley pulled her into her arms to kiss her fiercely. Nessa tasted of sea spray and sunlight, her long dark hair smelt of sea lavender, and her body fit perfectly against Charley’s, just as it always had. Now Charley was truly home. They didn’t need words to greet each other, not really. They’d been meeting in this cave since Charley was fifteen. They’d been kissing since she was sixteen. Nessa slid her hands into Charley’s hair, freeing the messy red waves from the loose knot she’d tied them in. Nessa’s fingers trailed down Charley’s throat as they kissed, then down to grab the hem of Charley’s t-shirt. They broke the kiss briefly so Nessa could pull the t-shirt off and toss it aside. She fumbled with Charley’s bra, as she always did, and Charley giggled, as she always did, and slipped it off for Nessa. That too, was tossed away carelessly. Charley skimmed her hands down Nessa’s bare back, relishing the little shivers she caused. She pushed away Nessa’s heavy locks and kissed the curve of her neck, licking drops of seawater from her skin while Nessa cupped Charley’s breasts and ran her fingers round her nipples. Charley sighed, burying her face in Nessa’s hair and soaking up her light, delicate touches. They’d been apart too long and she needed Nessa with an urgency that wouldn’t settle for light or delicate. She slid her arms round Nessa’s waist and pushed her to the blanket. She stood quickly, hopping like an idiot to kick her jeans off, and Nessa watched her with barely-contained laughter. “If you just didn’t bother with clothes at all…” “I’d be arrested for public indecency and you’d never see me again.” Charley dropped to her knees beside Nessa, trailing her fingers over Nessa’s stomach and down between her legs.
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About the AuthorNaomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
Find me online:
Blog - http://naomiclarkwrites.blogspot.co.u... - https://www.facebook.com/naomijclark?... - @naomi_jay
Thanks so much for stopping by, Naomi. :)
September 15, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER ERZABET BISHOP WITH LIPSTICK
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Erzabet Bishop with her newest release, LIPSTICK.Series: The Black Dress ChroniclesLine: Romance on the GoPublisher: Evernight PublishingGenre: Paranormal Erotic RomancePages: 35 Blurb: Black Dress Chronicles, 1The perfect shade of lipstick can lead to the perfect opportunity for sin… When living-challenged author Claire Presswood gets invited to go on a night out on the town with her two best friends, she isn't prepared for the evening that awaits her. Hungry and overworked, she arrives at a masked party at an art museum in time to meet debonair artist Maxwell Douglas. One look from his luminous eyes and Claire knows this will be a night to remember.
Be Warned: light BDSM, spanking, sex toys
ExcerptsNice:“What do you think? Does this lipstick make me look fat?” I eyed the mirror and mushed my lips into a moue. “Oh my God, Claire.” Rachel rolled her eyes and snorted. “Fat? Really?” She smoothed on a shade of cranberry red that looked dazzling with her preternaturally enhanced olive skin. The girl made being a vampire look good.I gave her a thumb’s up.“Yes. Fat. Come on, guys. I need something different. Nothing too…edgy.” “Edgy, huh?” Carmen snickered, her kitty shifter cattiness coming into play. The Latin beauty grinned. “You should be worried about it making you look dead.” Carmen sauntered over to the makeup counter where we were trying on new shades of lipstick and selected a tube, twisting it open. She grimaced and shoved it back. “Some of these…ugh. You might as well be trying out for the circus. Why don’t you try something a little more drastic? Like this one?” She lifted up a black tube and opened it to reveal a shade of purplish brown that I loved. “Sin” was one of the hottest colors around. I actually had it in my makeup bag at home, but tonight wasn’t about scaring up a bondage partner. It was more about having a normal night out with the girls.“I already have that one. Too leather club. I want human. Natural.”Carmen snorted and twirled a finger in her hair. “Honey, I love you, but one thing you are not is human.” “Bitch.” I turned my head from side to side. Nope. The earthy shade was appealing and didn't make me appear like a candidate for the coroner’s office. Score! “Maybe, but you know I’m right. Can’t have you going to the party looking like a zombie now, can we?” “Ha ha.” The comment stung, but Carmen did have a point. With my complexion, if I got something too red, I’d look like I’d just eaten someone’s face off. Something too light? Postmortem ice queen with no color at all. Finding the right lipstick was an art and apparently a forensic science.“All right, fang girl. Are you ready yet? Because I am.” Carmen poked Rachel in the back with her long red fingernail and smirked. “The party is going to be over and all the hot guys taken before you get your vampire ass out of that chair.”
Naughty:“What would you like to see first?” Maxwell's eyes resumed their fiery trail down my body.“How about that spanking bench?” I smiled, letting him lead the way. He led me to it and I leaned forward onto the padded seat, deliberately giving him a stellar view of my backside. Rachel was right about the dress. It was perfect. “Is this right?” I feigned ignorance, waggling my ass in the air.He moved behind me and as I arched my back in a provocative pose. He sucked in his breath. “Yes. I'd say that's just about perfect.” He pressed his erection against my ass, grinding it against me. I moaned deep in my throat, sure that this had to be some kind of dream. Moisture pooled in my slit and hunger clawing at my insides. A low keening growl escaped my lips and I froze. Bad zombie.He reached around and kissed me, his breath falling short as he took in the slight glow of my eyes.“Exactly.” He opened my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, urging me to respond.I accepted the challenge, savoring his mouth. His scent was earthy and his essence made me want to devour him. He broke the kiss and leaned back, his gaze meeting mine. “God, my palm itches to spank you,” he breathed, reaching for an errant curl that had fallen across my face. “You are intoxicating.”I took his hand and placed it on my breast, eager and more than ready. I turned in his arms and pushed my ass alongside the erection straining against his trousers. I imagined it inside me, pressing in even closer.“I want you,” I breathed. “Well then, there is just one little thing we need to remedy.” Maxwell's voice was low as he ran his hand in a light trail down my spine. “Really? What's that?” I shivered as his hand traced lines down my body.“The dress. It has to go.”“Ummm.” I lifted my arm and his hand found the zipper. As he slowly moved it down, the dress loosened and he pulled it over my head. Clad in the thong, lacy-topped black thigh-highs, and shiny black stilettos, the chill of the room had fine goosebumps erupting all over my skin. My nipples pebbled with the delicious blend of cold and desire and maybe just a little fear. This man could do anything to me and who was to say the woman in his pictures upstairs was even alive?The danger sped up my heart and made my juices flow.
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author and she loves to write on the naughty side. She is a contributing author to Tease to Please, Demons Imps and Incubi, Opposites, Sci Spanks 2014, Sci Spanks 2015, Spank or Treat 2014, Just Desserts, Lucky Stars, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit, Gingerbread Dreams, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unwrap these Presents, Wicked Things, Unbound Box, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume II, Hell Whore Volume II, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Hungry for More, Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Bondage Bites (upcoming), Eternal Haunted Summer, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love, Summer Love and Dirty Dates (upcoming 2015) among others. She is the author of Lipstick, The Science of Lust (upcoming 2015), Dinner Date, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board (upcoming), Red Hot (upcoming), Work Release (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, 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. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. 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.Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.Links:
The Romance Reviews: http://www.theromancereviews.com/100004193823883Wix: http://erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetbishopAre: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Erzabet+Bishop About Me: http://about.me/erzabet.bishop/#Facebook “like” page: https://www.facebook.com/erzabetbishopauthorAmazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Erzabet-Bishop/e/B00AVSDUBC/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1441894421&sr=1-2-entGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6590718.Erzabet_BishopFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/erzabet.bishopPinterest: http://pinterest.com/erzabetbishop/Lesfic Blog: http://lesficandlipstick.wordpress.com/Review Blog: http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.com/Author Database: http://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/2690-erzabet-bishopAuthorgraph: https://www.authorgraph.com/authors/ErzabetBishop
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Erzabet. :)
September 13, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER RAVEN MCALLAN WITH SYBILLE'S LORD
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the lovely and talented Raven McAllan with her newest release, Sybille's Lord. Waves madly Thank you so much for letting me hijack your blog.I’m so excited. Sybille’s Lord is ready to jump onto your eReader. This is the third story in the Moon Curse series, and I’ve had so much fun writing them.Compromised, the first story is a prequel, and a free read. That’s Theo and Mijo’s story. The rest of the books are their children’s stories as they try to make their family’s fortunesYou can download Compromised here on the Evernight website, or from Amazon, Are or BookstrandThe second story is Lord Suitor. That’s Tessa’s story. You can buy that here on Evernight, or from the aforementioned sources.And now drum roll book 3, Sybille’s Lord is out on 11thSeptember and yes you can get it from Evernight here
That of course is Sybille’s story.Blurb…When you have to marry to save your family's fortunes, and the man of your dreams offers for you, you ought to be ecstatic, right?Not, if you want it all, you're not. Having witnessed first hand a love match in the shining example of her parents, Sybille is not prepared to settle for anything less than true love.Thomas, Lord Jeavons might have proposed, but does he love her? Especially once she tells him her secrets.For his part, Thom is enchanted, and far from being put off by Sybille's demands, he vows to do everything in his power to convince her that he is the only man for her—both in and out of the bedroom.With her family's good name at stake, can they solve all their issues before it is too late and find their own happy ever after?
And your tease…
“Consider yourself properly betrothed. Shall we celebrate?” He put her down, but didn’t let go of her.Luckily. The room spun as she tried to stand, and she clutched the arms that held her. “Er, one moment.” She shut her eyes and then opened them cautiously. Nothing moved. Satisfied she wouldn’t disgrace herself and be sick, she nodded. “How?”“Oh I’m sure we can think of something.” He snagged a bottle of wine and two goblets, and with his arm over her shoulder, steered her toward the door. “Shall we see what we can come up with?”Several hours later, Sybille opened her eyes and realized she lay snuggled and sated next to Thom in a sumptuous four poster. They had, she decided, indeed seen what they could come up with. Several times. In a myriad of ways. Who knew a cravat could have so many uses? Her body flooded with heat as she remembered how he’d covered her eyes and told her to use her senses and just feel.Even better were the scenes that flashed though her mind when he’d handed the now mangled cravat to her, and with a wicked grin, said simply, “your turn now.”She used it to tie his hands, an act that both surprised and excited her, and, she judged, him as well. Eventually, after he’d entered her in more ways than she’d thought possible, culminating with her on her knees and him behind her—no pamphlet she’d seen had talked about that—they had collapsed in a heap on the bed. Sweaty, happy, exhausted, and in her case, knowing it was perfect.It seemed Thom agreed.As he slid out of her, he rolled to one side, scooped her up and settled her in the crook of his arm. “That was everything…” He yawned. “All…I love…” He sighed, yawned again and snored.Sybille stifled the ready giggle that begged to be released. Mind you, he had worked hard, been incredibly inventive and…she yawned as well. Ten minutes wouldn’t matter.Those ten minutes had turned into many hours. She turned her head, and noticed the first rays of dawn were showing though the windows. They’d hadn’t even got around to closing the shutters before they’d tumbled onto the bed.Sybille moved her head cautiously and looked at the slumbering man who held her tight in his arms. He looked so innocent, which was a description she decided could never be used when he was awake. However, at that moment, she itched to see how long the expression or attitude would last. She reached behind her and used her forefinger to poke the easiest bit of flesh she could reach. His stomach.Thom jumped, grunted, snorted and snored. Sybille wasn’t sure whether to laugh or shout in his ear. At least he hadn’t passed wind. She had no idea what time it was, around five or six she decided, and although not the time she would normally rise, even in the country, she wanted to talk. She wriggled around, and did her best to ignore the part of his anatomy that was once more making its presence known to her, by pressing on her rear.No, she amended her thoughts, needed to talk. To find out what happened next. She poked him again.“Stop wriggling woman, unless you want to wake every inch of me.” His voice was husky from sleep, and the grumbling note in it was patently false. “It’s barely daylight. Time for a snooze and then wake up and play. I need rest, you wore me out.” He didn’t sound at all concerned, more the opposite.“We need to talk,” Sybille said. She tried to twist around to look him in the eyes, but Thom merely sighed, yawned and tightened his grip.“Later, much later.”“No, now. I’ve been thinking.” “Oh lord,” Thom, and pressed a feather-light kiss on her neck. His breath was warm in the early morning air, and Sybille shivered.“Cold? I can help.” Thom purred the words. “I seem to have been woken up and now I’ve got an appetite.”She wriggled a little more. “Well, something’s woken up.”Thom had her on her back and had moved over her so fast she hardly had time to blink.“So shall we feed it?” Sybille opened her legs and welcomed him inside her. The warmth of his staff in her, his body around her and showing her what she meant to him, was oh so welcome. She met him thrust for thrust, reveling in the way his breath became increasingly choppy and his skin dotted in perspiration. Thom stiffened, the corded veins on his arms standing out as he did his best to stave off his climax. As her own climax crested and threatened to break, Sybille tightened her inner muscles and dug her heels into his back.“Syb… sweet lord, I can’t hold back.”“Good…ah…” She let her own climax peak and crash, as with one last thrust, he shouted his own completion.It was several minutes before Sybille was able to think coherently once more. She realized that Thom was still slumped over her and although she reveled in how she could be responsible for the state he was in, she became ever more conscious of the state she was in. Pins and needles in one leg and a desperate need to use the chamber pot. Which luckily was in the bathing chamber. If only she could work out how to get to it.Happy Reading,Love R xwww.ravenmcallan.com
Thank you so much for stopping, Raven. :)
September 11, 2015
SHOW IT OFF SATURDAY AND TRR
UNSHATTERED is nominated for TRR Readers' Choice Awards - Winter 2015.
http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17621
Also, two of Sarah Marsh's books are up for nomination: http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17624
http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17956
As well as a whole slew of amazing authors: http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php
I'll also be featured in Coffee Times Romance and More Show IT OFF SATURDAY on September 12, 2015, where I will be talking a little about UNSHATTERED, Three made In Heaven, and what I am up to.
https://www.facebook.com/CoffeeTimeRomance?ref=hl
http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/
And I am so excited about my newest release, Alpha Blood! Watch out for my events in September and October when I will be sharing Excerpts, snippets, teasers, and a trailer.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/
http://www.bookstrand.com/alpha-blood-mfm
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alphablood-1883980-146.html
http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441984253&sr=8-1&keywords=elena+kincaid
http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17621 Also, two of Sarah Marsh's books are up for nomination: http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17624
http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17956
As well as a whole slew of amazing authors: http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php
I'll also be featured in Coffee Times Romance and More Show IT OFF SATURDAY on September 12, 2015, where I will be talking a little about UNSHATTERED, Three made In Heaven, and what I am up to.
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And I am so excited about my newest release, Alpha Blood! Watch out for my events in September and October when I will be sharing Excerpts, snippets, teasers, and a trailer.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/
http://www.bookstrand.com/alpha-blood-mfm
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alphablood-1883980-146.html
http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441984253&sr=8-1&keywords=elena+kincaid
September 8, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER LUCY FELTHOUSE WITH SATED
Out Now! – Sated by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #menage #paranormal
Please welcome my Guest blogger today, Lucy Felthouse with her newest release, SATED
Blurb:A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sexy is what happens next.Since getting together with her vampire boyfriend, Ace, Aneesa is enjoying a sex life she could never have with a human. Ace has skill, strength, stamina…and is massively adventurous. Aneesa is checking things off her sexual bucket list at a rate of knots. However, she hasn’t even come close to experiencing the ultimate item on her list. So when Ace beats her to it, proposing a threesome with his werewolf friend, Barton, Aneesa’s definitely up for it.Barton is attractive, smart and sexy—almost too good to be true, in fact. Aneesa decides not to jump straight into things, but makes sure it’s what she truly wants. However, it turns out Barton’s not so easily dissuaded.Will Aneesa get the ultimate erotic experience she’s desired for so long? Will she be truly sated, or is the plan doomed to failure?Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sated/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25950736-sated*****
Excerpt:A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. I can assure you it isn’t. And telling you that, actually, the human and the vampire walked into the bar together, and found the werewolf already there, probably doesn’t make it sound any better. Well tough, because that’s the way it went down.Ace and I met at a Halloween fancy dress party. I know, I know—cliché of clichés. And yes, he was dressed as a vampire—Albeit a horrendously exaggerated one—all slicked-back hair, über pale skin and visible fangs. In real life, he actually looks no different to you or I. Okay, he is a bit pale. But at the time, I’d laughed at him and asked if he thought vampires weren’t a bit overdone—it was when Twilight was at the height of its popularity—all angsty teens and stalkerish behavior.He’d laughed right back, a joyous, melodious sound that had heat pooling in my groin—then as suddenly as it had arrived, his mirth disappeared. Then he’d said, “Overdone or not, we’re here to stay. And I don’t fucking sparkle.”My heart had been pounding, and my mouth had gone dry. Somehow, I’d known he wasn’t joking. And, although my conscious brain had shut down, my subconscious had had my back, because I’d heard myself say, “Well, thank fuck for that, because I’ve never been a fan of glitter.”He’d laughed again, the sound tugging at my very core. And—apologies for yet another cliché—we’ve been together ever since.Several years later and we’re still as madly in love as ever, and still fucking like rabbits. Sex with a vampire is everything you’d expect it to be—energetic, powerful, finessed, mind-blowing and packed with stamina. Providing you can keep up, that is.In addition to our unquenchable lust for each other, Ace and I have engaged in bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal, pegging—almost an A to Z of things to do in bed. Some we’ve tried and discarded, others have been a regular part of our sexual repertoire.And yet, our latest adventure was the most exciting yet. You see, after mine and Ace’s initial meeting, I was given an almighty education in everything it meant to be a vampire. Myths were dispelled, other beliefs were confirmed—he definitely didn’t sparkle—and yet more things I’d never even thought of were seared into my brain.So when Ace announced he had a friend who was a werewolf, I didn’t even bat an eyelid. It was the follow up information that surprised me.“He wants to what?” The tone of my voice by the end of the sentence was so high that probably only dogs could hear me. And yet it was genuine surprise, rather than disapproval, that fuelled my reaction.Raising his eyebrows, Ace gave me that sexy smirk that always gets my blood pounding through my veins and my pussy aching to be filled. “You heard me, Aneesa. My friend Barton would like to screw you. With me present, of course, and actively taking part.”“A th-threesome?” I stumbled over the word—not because I was horrified. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being fucked by two hot guys at once had long been on my sexual bucket list—a list that, since meeting Ace, had had items checked off it at a rate of knots. I was going to have to start thinking of some more shit to put on it. I was way too young to have completed my bucket list—sexual or not—for Christ’s sake!*****
Author Bio:Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Thanks for stopping by, Lucy. :)
September 6, 2015
GUEST BLOGGER H.K.CARLTTON WITH JACK AND THE JEAN STOCK
Naughty Fairy Tale - Jack and the Jean Stock by H K Carlton
Please welcome my guest blogger today, H.K Carlton with her newest release Jack And The Jean Stock.
Let’s hear it for the boys! And Naughty Fairy Tales! Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers. You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy. J [Evernight has a whole line of Naughty Fairy Tales. If you haven’t, you should check them out. More information down below]What’s missing? The boys! I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter. If you're familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories' memorable features—though I don't want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you'd expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.
Here’s the Blurb:Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty. Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them. While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find. Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?Buy Links:EvernightAmazonAReBookStrand
Excerpt: 18+ m/mThe big man lay there, still as death.
“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.
He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.
“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.
After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.
But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.
Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.
But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.
Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.
“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.
“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”
That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.
They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.
“Umpf!”
The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.
“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.
“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.
“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”
“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”
Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.
It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.
He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.
Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?
Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.
One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.
Author Bio:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
H~K
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me. Social Media Links:H K’s Blog – Pick a Genre Already(Adult Content) TwitterFacebook TimelineFacebook Author PageAmazon PageGoodreads Evernight has an exclusive line dedicated to naughty, twisted fairy tales to arouse and entertain (including Jack and the Jean Stock). Check ‘em out — Evernight’s Naughty Fairy Tales Bed time stories for grown ups… Wishing you all a happily ever after…
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Thanks for stopping by, H.K. :)
September 3, 2015
ALPHA BLOOD (PACK WARRIORS #1) AVAILABLE TODAY!
Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) By: Elena KincaidRelease Date: September 3, 2015Blurb:
Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.
When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price? With her life!
Buy Links:Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/nng8jnyAmazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/nqq458lAmazon CA: http://tinyurl.com/oa9zkez Amazon AU: http://tinyurl.com/ph3tw43
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOlqDKzh5rU
Excerpt:
Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head. She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.” She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking. “You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”
About the Author:
Elena Kincaid was born in Ukraine and raised in New York where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and started a graphic design business a few years later. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.
When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.
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