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February 3, 2016
Eternal Oath by Jewel Quinlan
Hey everyone! Happy Wednesday! Today, Jewel Quinlan stopped over to share her new audio book release Eternal Oath. The story is part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales line and the perfect reason to grab some coffee and take a break from the normal workday routine. Check it out and Happy Reading! 
Blurb:
*Based on the Grimm fairytale Fundevogel
When Linda and her adopted brother, Falk, return home from school to visit their critically ill father they never expect that someone is plotting against them. But shortly after coming to terms with their feelings for each other they find themselves running through the forest for their lives. Servants in the household have turned against them but they don’t know who is leading them or why. Could the strange visions Linda has been having hold the answers?
Where you can buy it
eBook: Amazon | iTunes | All Romance eBooks | Barnes and Noble
Paperback: Amazon
Audiobook: Audible | Amazon | iTunes
Listening Time: 4 hours 26 minutes
Narrated By: Sabrina Schloss
Enjoy this excerpt from Eternal Oath:
This time when the colors reformed she saw herself, as though a spotlight shone down on her. She was much younger than she was now, about ten, and wrapped in a woolen blanket. Her hair hung in two long braids which looked frazzled and had loose strands coming out of them. Dirt and twigs clung to her and she was looking into a mirror over a bowl of something from which steam rose. Because of the steam the image wasn’t super clear but Linda could see her younger self’s lips moving…she was saying something.
Even though Linda knew the girl was her, she also knew it was not her. It was as though she were the girl looking into the mirror and at the same time an observer standing in the corner and watching. Instinctively she knew she had to hear what the girl was saying. She stilled and focused her eyes and hearing, harnessing a tranquility that cleared and sharpened her mind. Her breaths came even and deep. And then, as if the volume button had been pressed, she could hear what her dream self was saying.
“You must remember. You must remember. You must remember,” chanted the girl.
But that was all she said with her eyes so large and charcoal-gray as she looked into the mirror. She seemed to be concentrating with all her being on those three words. But those were all she said. After a few more moments Linda became frustrated. Remember what? This girl knew something. She was the key to these horrible dreams she was having, Linda could feel it in her gut. But if she was, why wasn’t she saying more? She waited a few more moments hoping the girl would continue. When she didn’t Linda cried out, “Remember what? Tell me!”
The little girl sucked in a surprised breath and then her dark gaze shifted in the mirror from her own reflection to Linda’s. She seemed amazed to see Linda there but she paused no longer, her words came out in a rush. “You are both in grave danger. Tonight.”
And then the rest of the girl’s words were lost as Linda was pulled to consciousness again, unwillingly this time. As she was swept away she could see the girl’s lips moving but the sound had been turned off again. The image shattered like glass and she woke to Falk gently shaking her by the shoulders.
About the author, Jewel Quinlan:
Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.
For more information about Jewel Quinlan
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Goodreads | Amazon | Instagram | Pinterest
Or subscribe to Jewel’s newsletter if you just want to get the most important updates
Blurb:
*Based on the Grimm fairytale Fundevogel
When Linda and her adopted brother, Falk, return home from school to visit their critically ill father they never expect that someone is plotting against them. But shortly after coming to terms with their feelings for each other they find themselves running through the forest for their lives. Servants in the household have turned against them but they don’t know who is leading them or why. Could the strange visions Linda has been having hold the answers?
Where you can buy it
eBook: Amazon | iTunes | All Romance eBooks | Barnes and Noble
Paperback: Amazon
Audiobook: Audible | Amazon | iTunes
Listening Time: 4 hours 26 minutes
Narrated By: Sabrina Schloss
Enjoy this excerpt from Eternal Oath:
This time when the colors reformed she saw herself, as though a spotlight shone down on her. She was much younger than she was now, about ten, and wrapped in a woolen blanket. Her hair hung in two long braids which looked frazzled and had loose strands coming out of them. Dirt and twigs clung to her and she was looking into a mirror over a bowl of something from which steam rose. Because of the steam the image wasn’t super clear but Linda could see her younger self’s lips moving…she was saying something.
Even though Linda knew the girl was her, she also knew it was not her. It was as though she were the girl looking into the mirror and at the same time an observer standing in the corner and watching. Instinctively she knew she had to hear what the girl was saying. She stilled and focused her eyes and hearing, harnessing a tranquility that cleared and sharpened her mind. Her breaths came even and deep. And then, as if the volume button had been pressed, she could hear what her dream self was saying.
“You must remember. You must remember. You must remember,” chanted the girl.
But that was all she said with her eyes so large and charcoal-gray as she looked into the mirror. She seemed to be concentrating with all her being on those three words. But those were all she said. After a few more moments Linda became frustrated. Remember what? This girl knew something. She was the key to these horrible dreams she was having, Linda could feel it in her gut. But if she was, why wasn’t she saying more? She waited a few more moments hoping the girl would continue. When she didn’t Linda cried out, “Remember what? Tell me!”
The little girl sucked in a surprised breath and then her dark gaze shifted in the mirror from her own reflection to Linda’s. She seemed amazed to see Linda there but she paused no longer, her words came out in a rush. “You are both in grave danger. Tonight.”
And then the rest of the girl’s words were lost as Linda was pulled to consciousness again, unwillingly this time. As she was swept away she could see the girl’s lips moving but the sound had been turned off again. The image shattered like glass and she woke to Falk gently shaking her by the shoulders.
About the author, Jewel Quinlan:
Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.
For more information about Jewel Quinlan
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Goodreads | Amazon | Instagram | Pinterest
Or subscribe to Jewel’s newsletter if you just want to get the most important updates
January 25, 2016
Finding Freedom by Lynn Burke
Hey everyone! Happy Monday! Hot off the presses, Lynn Burke's newest story Finding Freedom is out today. Take a break from shoveling the snow, warm up and check out the steamy goodness!
Bonus, Lynn is having a giveaway! Enter below for a chance to win!
Blurb:
Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.
Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.
Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
Purchase Links:
Roane Publishing: http://www.roanepublishing.com/finding-freedom.html
Goodreads Link:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27800746-finding-freedom
Excerpt:
Warning: Adult Content
Towel wrapped around me, I peeked out the bathroom door into Trent’s dimly lit bedroom. A T-shirt and shorts lay on his massive, king-sized bed.
I tugged the shorts up my damp legs, but couldn’t get them over my bum. More tears pricked as I cursed my too-much body. Trent’s shirt hung to the middle of my thighs. It would have to do.
Trent lounged beside the blazing fire pit. The sound of trickling water drew my attention to the right. Brody stood beneath the outdoor shower, his round, bite-able backside flooding my mouth with drool.
Tearing my gaze off him, I ambled over toward Trent. He patted the couch beside him, and taking care not to reveal my too-much, naked bottom half, I settled on the cushion and allowed myself another peek at Brody.
“Hot, isn’t he?”
Trent’s low, murmured words whipped my head around. “What?”
“Brody.” He continued to stare at his friend, a smirk on his lips, lust in his eyes. “Just look at that ass.”
Unable to help myself, I did as told while trying to wrap my mind around what Trent had said—and the unmistakable desire in his gaze.
“What do you think, Tessa?”
I swallowed and laced my fingers together in my lap. “I think he’s beautiful.”
Trent made a sound of appreciation in his throat as Brody turned, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back, running his hands through his hair.
My focus zoned in on his long, flaccid penis. Cock, my whore-mind whispered. I laced my fingers tighter and forced my attention on Trent.
He met my gaze and grinned. “Quite the temptation, isn’t he?”
“Enough to make me burn in hell,” I admitted with a whisper.
What people are saying about this title:
“This book is hot!!! The passion between these three is off the charts sexy!! I mean what girl wouldn’t want two men lusting after her?? I need more!!” - Alpha Book Club
“I loved the interaction between the heroine and her two sexy guys.” - London Saint James
“Wish I could be the cheese in this sandwich - 5 stars” - Goodreads Review
Giveaway:
An ecopy of Finding Freedom and a $10 Roane Publishing gift card
Rafflecopter:
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Bonus, Lynn is having a giveaway! Enter below for a chance to win!
Blurb: Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.
Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.
Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
Purchase Links:
Roane Publishing: http://www.roanepublishing.com/finding-freedom.html
Goodreads Link:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27800746-finding-freedom
Excerpt:Warning: Adult Content
Towel wrapped around me, I peeked out the bathroom door into Trent’s dimly lit bedroom. A T-shirt and shorts lay on his massive, king-sized bed.
I tugged the shorts up my damp legs, but couldn’t get them over my bum. More tears pricked as I cursed my too-much body. Trent’s shirt hung to the middle of my thighs. It would have to do.
Trent lounged beside the blazing fire pit. The sound of trickling water drew my attention to the right. Brody stood beneath the outdoor shower, his round, bite-able backside flooding my mouth with drool.
Tearing my gaze off him, I ambled over toward Trent. He patted the couch beside him, and taking care not to reveal my too-much, naked bottom half, I settled on the cushion and allowed myself another peek at Brody.
“Hot, isn’t he?”
Trent’s low, murmured words whipped my head around. “What?”
“Brody.” He continued to stare at his friend, a smirk on his lips, lust in his eyes. “Just look at that ass.”
Unable to help myself, I did as told while trying to wrap my mind around what Trent had said—and the unmistakable desire in his gaze.
“What do you think, Tessa?”
I swallowed and laced my fingers together in my lap. “I think he’s beautiful.”
Trent made a sound of appreciation in his throat as Brody turned, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back, running his hands through his hair.
My focus zoned in on his long, flaccid penis. Cock, my whore-mind whispered. I laced my fingers tighter and forced my attention on Trent.
He met my gaze and grinned. “Quite the temptation, isn’t he?”
“Enough to make me burn in hell,” I admitted with a whisper.
What people are saying about this title:
“This book is hot!!! The passion between these three is off the charts sexy!! I mean what girl wouldn’t want two men lusting after her?? I need more!!” - Alpha Book Club
“I loved the interaction between the heroine and her two sexy guys.” - London Saint James
“Wish I could be the cheese in this sandwich - 5 stars” - Goodreads Review
Giveaway:
An ecopy of Finding Freedom and a $10 Roane Publishing gift card
Rafflecopter:
a Rafflecopter giveaway
January 18, 2016
A Covert Conquest by Ravenna Tate
Hey everyone! Today, Ravenna Tate is back on the blog with her newest release A Covert Conquest. It's the next story in her Weathermen series and if you haven't checked out the other six, now's the time to take a get a glimpse.
Check it out and Happy Reading!
A COVERT CONQUEST - The Weathermen 7***Click HERE to purchase directly fromEvernight Publishing***BLURB
When Rissa Kerry overhears harmful gossip about the CEO of the company she works for, she makes a phone call to Barclay Hampton. What follows is the adventure of a lifetime for Rissa as she becomes Barclay’s assistant in data recovery from a laptop that might reveal the hackers of The Madeline Project.
But she never counted on falling in love with the CEO along the way. Will she become his next flavor of the month, or this is the real thing for Rissa and Barclay?
Barclay is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
EXCERPT
He stroked her palm, and when she didn’t pull her hand away, hope began to build. He wanted to push the emotion away and stop this, but he couldn’t. This girl had captivated him, and he was powerless in her presence.
“Why do you say that? Why do you think you need to?”
She gazed at him with dry eyes now, filled with clarify and purpose. “Because I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to start living again. I don’t want to dishonor his memory, but he’d want me to be happy and I’m not. I don’t mean in my work. I love my work. I mean…”
He sighed because he knew exactly what she meant. “You mean you’re lonely, right? Your days are filled with meaningful things to do, but then at night, when the fake sun goes down, the dark creeps in and you wish you could change everything about your life, but you don’t know how or where to start.”
She stared at him as if he had lobsters crawling on his face. “How did you do that?” she whispered. “How did you reach into my head and nail it, just like that?”
“Because I feel the same way, Rissa.”
“But … forgive me, but you’re in the tabloids constantly. You’re never without a date.”
“It’s a ruse. I don’t want to be that person any longer.”
She looked really uncomfortable, glanced at the pitcher, which was nearly empty, and pulled her hand out of his grasp. Then she pushed her margarita glass away. “Guess we’ve both had enough to drink.”
“I’m not drunk. And I’m sorry if you feel I’ve said too much. You’re very easy to be with and talk to.”
“You talk to people all the time, Barclay.”
He took her hand again, unable to stop himself. He wanted this woman, and he knew she wanted him, too. He could feel it in the air, hanging between them, and it wasn’t the tequila talking. “Yes, I do, but there’s something about you that has me spellbound, Rissa.”
She definitely wasn’t drunk, but then neither was he, and as she pulled her hand away again and rose, he realized he needed to tell her that.
“Barclay, don’t misunderstand me. I’m grateful for the opportunity to work on this project with you, but I have no intentions of becoming your next conquest. I think we need to make some coffee or drink some water, or something. Then we should get back to work.”
She picked up the pitcher and their glasses, and he followed her into the kitchen. “I’m not drunk.”
“Good to know.”
“Rissa, you want me as much as I want you.”
He saw her back stiffen, and then watched her place the pitcher and glasses on the counter, but she didn’t turn to face him.
“You do, don’t you?” He spoke softly now, not wanting to frighten her.
“Not the point.”
“It’s exactly the point.”
“I’m not going to do this.” Her voice shook, but not from fear. She was as aroused as he was.
“Why not?”
“I told you.”
“I don’t want to conquer you. I just want to make love to you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“You’re worked for me almost a year. I do know you.”
She finally turned to face him, and his damn dick was so hard now it was painful. The look on her face made him want to hold her for the rest of his life.
“The last man I had sex with was Harry. That was over seven years ago.”
He hadn’t expected that. Barclay’s feet finally worked, and he moved toward her slowly. When he reached where she stood, he resisted the urge to simply pull her into his arms. Instead he placed a hand on each shoulder, and the shaky intake of her breath tugged at his heart. She blinked against wet eyes again, and he hoped like hell it wasn’t because she suddenly wished she was anywhere but here.
“Then I will be very, very careful.”
Click to AMAZON Buy Link
Check it out and Happy Reading!
A COVERT CONQUEST - The Weathermen 7***Click HERE to purchase directly fromEvernight Publishing***BLURBWhen Rissa Kerry overhears harmful gossip about the CEO of the company she works for, she makes a phone call to Barclay Hampton. What follows is the adventure of a lifetime for Rissa as she becomes Barclay’s assistant in data recovery from a laptop that might reveal the hackers of The Madeline Project.
But she never counted on falling in love with the CEO along the way. Will she become his next flavor of the month, or this is the real thing for Rissa and Barclay?
Barclay is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
EXCERPT
He stroked her palm, and when she didn’t pull her hand away, hope began to build. He wanted to push the emotion away and stop this, but he couldn’t. This girl had captivated him, and he was powerless in her presence.
“Why do you say that? Why do you think you need to?”
She gazed at him with dry eyes now, filled with clarify and purpose. “Because I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to start living again. I don’t want to dishonor his memory, but he’d want me to be happy and I’m not. I don’t mean in my work. I love my work. I mean…”
He sighed because he knew exactly what she meant. “You mean you’re lonely, right? Your days are filled with meaningful things to do, but then at night, when the fake sun goes down, the dark creeps in and you wish you could change everything about your life, but you don’t know how or where to start.”
She stared at him as if he had lobsters crawling on his face. “How did you do that?” she whispered. “How did you reach into my head and nail it, just like that?”
“Because I feel the same way, Rissa.”
“But … forgive me, but you’re in the tabloids constantly. You’re never without a date.”
“It’s a ruse. I don’t want to be that person any longer.”
She looked really uncomfortable, glanced at the pitcher, which was nearly empty, and pulled her hand out of his grasp. Then she pushed her margarita glass away. “Guess we’ve both had enough to drink.”
“I’m not drunk. And I’m sorry if you feel I’ve said too much. You’re very easy to be with and talk to.”
“You talk to people all the time, Barclay.”
He took her hand again, unable to stop himself. He wanted this woman, and he knew she wanted him, too. He could feel it in the air, hanging between them, and it wasn’t the tequila talking. “Yes, I do, but there’s something about you that has me spellbound, Rissa.”
She definitely wasn’t drunk, but then neither was he, and as she pulled her hand away again and rose, he realized he needed to tell her that.
“Barclay, don’t misunderstand me. I’m grateful for the opportunity to work on this project with you, but I have no intentions of becoming your next conquest. I think we need to make some coffee or drink some water, or something. Then we should get back to work.”
She picked up the pitcher and their glasses, and he followed her into the kitchen. “I’m not drunk.”
“Good to know.”
“Rissa, you want me as much as I want you.”
He saw her back stiffen, and then watched her place the pitcher and glasses on the counter, but she didn’t turn to face him.
“You do, don’t you?” He spoke softly now, not wanting to frighten her.
“Not the point.”
“It’s exactly the point.”
“I’m not going to do this.” Her voice shook, but not from fear. She was as aroused as he was.
“Why not?”
“I told you.”
“I don’t want to conquer you. I just want to make love to you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“You’re worked for me almost a year. I do know you.”
She finally turned to face him, and his damn dick was so hard now it was painful. The look on her face made him want to hold her for the rest of his life.
“The last man I had sex with was Harry. That was over seven years ago.”
He hadn’t expected that. Barclay’s feet finally worked, and he moved toward her slowly. When he reached where she stood, he resisted the urge to simply pull her into his arms. Instead he placed a hand on each shoulder, and the shaky intake of her breath tugged at his heart. She blinked against wet eyes again, and he hoped like hell it wasn’t because she suddenly wished she was anywhere but here.
“Then I will be very, very careful.”
Click to AMAZON Buy Link
January 13, 2016
Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear by Pumpkin Spice
Hey everyone! Today, Pumpkin Spice is back with the latest story in her Amare Tales series. Check out Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear and as always, Happy Reading! 
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,
Catch a Bear by the toe,
if he hollers,
don’t let him go…
Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear
About GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The A māre Tales
Heat Level: 3
In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Goldie Locks unexpectedly meets the three brothers Bear, she soon discovers that oldest brother, Dylan, is charming, but too passive. Youngest brother, Camden is attractive, but much too aggressive. But the middle brother, Hayden, with his brooding eyes, delicious body and keen sense of timing, well he’s just right. Buy Links:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/goldie-locks-and-the-three-brothers-bear-by-pumpkin-spice
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pumpkin-Spice/e/B016V9OQ1C/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/pumpkin-spice
Except:
Warning: Adult Content
Excerpt:
Goldie sat with her legs crisscrossed just like the stack of firewood, and I sat opposite her. She handed me my wine glass, and I tilted it toward hers.
“To mistaken homes, mismanaged meals, and mishaps at midnight,” I said.
She threw her head back and laughed. Her beautiful, swollen lips curved into a smile. “To better endings.” Our glasses briefly chimed against one another.
When she drank, wine dripped down her chin. I leaned over and gently dabbed the streak from her face. “Should I take you to the ER?”
She shook her head. “Trauma.”
“The trauma unit?” My voice sounded as hysterical as I suddenly felt.
She grinned and sucked in her bottom lip. “Swollen lips are typically caused by trauma to the mouth.”
“I didn't mean to, you know, punch you. I was aiming for the door.”
“Well, if you can’t share a concussion with your loved one, what can you share?”
“I caused a concussion?” My tone had moved from hysterical to frenzied.
Goldie erupted into laughter. She held her side and started to sway again. Her honey-colored wine sloshed back and forth in her goblet like liquid gold.
“Are you all right?” I said and nervously laughed, which only made her laugh harder. “You don’t really have a concussion, do you?”
She held her glass toward me. I quickly placed my glass on the ledge of the fireplace and grabbed hers. As soon as she was free of her wineglass, she leaned over and broke out into, what could only be described as a fit of giggles.
“Yeah, okay, I get it.” I placed her glass on the fire place beside mine. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Make fun of the guy who punched you. Nice.”
At that comment, she only laughed harder. She stopped momentarily to point her finger at me and widen her beautiful green eyes. “You did! You punched me!”
I shook my head. “It was an accident.”
But more laughter ensued. She barely came up for air when she looked at me with her purple, bruised lips, and then I began laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But those lips. Not so sexy.”
She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the glass fireplace screen and howled. “Oh, my gosh! I look awful!”
“I know! You do!”
She leaned into me, and I leaned against her until we were laughing so hard we collapsed back on the blanket. We could barely breathe. With our hands on our stomachs, trying to catch our breath the fire warmed my feet and Goldie’s laughter still seemed to echo in my ears.
“Well, this was probably the worst date night of my life,” I said staring at the high ceiling in her house that looked like pixie dust had been scattered across it. It sparkled and shone like stars in the evening sky. Everything in Goldie’s house was magical.
Goldie elbowed me. “Ah, get over it, Bear. This was a great night. How many times do you get to hit on your brother’s date?” She elbowed me again—only harder. “I mean, literally.”
“Ah, thanks, Locks.” I turned my head to her. “Didn’t think I could feel any worse about my night.” But she was grinning so wildly it was devastatingly cute. I shook my head and rolled my eyes for good measure.
She leaned over and kissed me quickly.
I playfully wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. “Ew, get those big lips off me.”
She attempted to swat my arm, but I grabbed her wrist before she made contact. I raised an eyebrow. “Gotta be faster than that, Goldie. Us Bears are quick when we smell honey.” I leaned toward her and started flirtatiously sniffing her neck. Her head turned toward my nose.
“Oh, that tickles.” She wiggled beside me.
“This?” I said coyly panting and snorting like a big bear. She twisted and giggled, but couldn’t get away because I still held her wrist. I continued to huff and puff like a hungry bear, but the smell of nectar on her neck, the warmth of her skin against mine, and the fire crackling and snapping before us was like a hot command for passion. All the elements were in place including my desire that drove my mouth to nibble her delicate earlobe.
She stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”
My tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and champagne.
“I don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”
I didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.
“If you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”
I think I stopped breathing. Game on.
I slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me, and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she shook her head.
“No,” she said. “Rip it.”
About Pumpkin Spice:
Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction. Her Amāre Tale line debuted October 2015 with "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" through Evernight Publishing. "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" was selected as both an Editor’s Pick and Readers’ Choice Finalist for 2015.
In December 2015, "My Midnight Cowboy" was included in Red Moon Romance's much anticipated "The Naughty List" anthology.
This February, just in time for Valentine’s Day, her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to each other will release February 12 through Evernight Publishing.
So turn up the heat and let it crank! There's no better time than now to add a little spice to your life.
Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer.
Visit her website: https://pumpkinspicecom.wordpress.com
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,Catch a Bear by the toe,
if he hollers,
don’t let him go…
Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear
About GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The A māre Tales
Heat Level: 3
In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Goldie Locks unexpectedly meets the three brothers Bear, she soon discovers that oldest brother, Dylan, is charming, but too passive. Youngest brother, Camden is attractive, but much too aggressive. But the middle brother, Hayden, with his brooding eyes, delicious body and keen sense of timing, well he’s just right. Buy Links:
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Warning: Adult Content
Excerpt:
Goldie sat with her legs crisscrossed just like the stack of firewood, and I sat opposite her. She handed me my wine glass, and I tilted it toward hers.
“To mistaken homes, mismanaged meals, and mishaps at midnight,” I said.
She threw her head back and laughed. Her beautiful, swollen lips curved into a smile. “To better endings.” Our glasses briefly chimed against one another.
When she drank, wine dripped down her chin. I leaned over and gently dabbed the streak from her face. “Should I take you to the ER?”
She shook her head. “Trauma.”
“The trauma unit?” My voice sounded as hysterical as I suddenly felt.
She grinned and sucked in her bottom lip. “Swollen lips are typically caused by trauma to the mouth.”
“I didn't mean to, you know, punch you. I was aiming for the door.”
“Well, if you can’t share a concussion with your loved one, what can you share?”
“I caused a concussion?” My tone had moved from hysterical to frenzied.
Goldie erupted into laughter. She held her side and started to sway again. Her honey-colored wine sloshed back and forth in her goblet like liquid gold.
“Are you all right?” I said and nervously laughed, which only made her laugh harder. “You don’t really have a concussion, do you?”
She held her glass toward me. I quickly placed my glass on the ledge of the fireplace and grabbed hers. As soon as she was free of her wineglass, she leaned over and broke out into, what could only be described as a fit of giggles.
“Yeah, okay, I get it.” I placed her glass on the fire place beside mine. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Make fun of the guy who punched you. Nice.”
At that comment, she only laughed harder. She stopped momentarily to point her finger at me and widen her beautiful green eyes. “You did! You punched me!”
I shook my head. “It was an accident.”
But more laughter ensued. She barely came up for air when she looked at me with her purple, bruised lips, and then I began laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But those lips. Not so sexy.”
She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the glass fireplace screen and howled. “Oh, my gosh! I look awful!”
“I know! You do!”
She leaned into me, and I leaned against her until we were laughing so hard we collapsed back on the blanket. We could barely breathe. With our hands on our stomachs, trying to catch our breath the fire warmed my feet and Goldie’s laughter still seemed to echo in my ears.
“Well, this was probably the worst date night of my life,” I said staring at the high ceiling in her house that looked like pixie dust had been scattered across it. It sparkled and shone like stars in the evening sky. Everything in Goldie’s house was magical.
Goldie elbowed me. “Ah, get over it, Bear. This was a great night. How many times do you get to hit on your brother’s date?” She elbowed me again—only harder. “I mean, literally.”
“Ah, thanks, Locks.” I turned my head to her. “Didn’t think I could feel any worse about my night.” But she was grinning so wildly it was devastatingly cute. I shook my head and rolled my eyes for good measure.
She leaned over and kissed me quickly.
I playfully wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. “Ew, get those big lips off me.”
She attempted to swat my arm, but I grabbed her wrist before she made contact. I raised an eyebrow. “Gotta be faster than that, Goldie. Us Bears are quick when we smell honey.” I leaned toward her and started flirtatiously sniffing her neck. Her head turned toward my nose.
“Oh, that tickles.” She wiggled beside me.
“This?” I said coyly panting and snorting like a big bear. She twisted and giggled, but couldn’t get away because I still held her wrist. I continued to huff and puff like a hungry bear, but the smell of nectar on her neck, the warmth of her skin against mine, and the fire crackling and snapping before us was like a hot command for passion. All the elements were in place including my desire that drove my mouth to nibble her delicate earlobe.
She stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”
My tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and champagne.
“I don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”
I didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.
“If you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”
I think I stopped breathing. Game on.
I slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me, and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she shook her head.
“No,” she said. “Rip it.”
About Pumpkin Spice:
Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction. Her Amāre Tale line debuted October 2015 with "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" through Evernight Publishing. "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" was selected as both an Editor’s Pick and Readers’ Choice Finalist for 2015.
In December 2015, "My Midnight Cowboy" was included in Red Moon Romance's much anticipated "The Naughty List" anthology.
This February, just in time for Valentine’s Day, her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to each other will release February 12 through Evernight Publishing.
So turn up the heat and let it crank! There's no better time than now to add a little spice to your life.
Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer.
Visit her website: https://pumpkinspicecom.wordpress.com
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
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January 11, 2016
Black Magic Cafe by Erzabet Bishop
Morning everyone! Today, Erzabet Bishop is on the blog with her new release Black Magic Cafe. A little magic on a Monday is never a bad thing. Take a moment, check it out and Happy Reading! 
Blurb:
Love that is forbidden is always the sweetest…
Elodie Conway is the owner of The Black Magic Café, where love and chocolate go hand-in-hand. She runs the enchanted café with her cousin Madison, and together, they help lovers tie the knot with the assistance of a few spells and some delectable chocolate recipes.
When journalist Jason Thibedeaux, who is also a werewolf from a rival family, runs a scathing critique of her business in his newspaper, the fur is sure to fly. He visits the café to sample their most famous culinary delights, and ends up wanting far more than what’s on the menu. Can a Thibedeaux wolf and a Conway witch truly be fated to love each other for all eternity?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Buy links:
Amazon: http://rxe.me/00Q5F8
Evernight Publishing: http://goo.gl/Ba68zy
Excerpt:
Elodie Conway was nothing like he had expected. As he ate her signature cake, all Jason wanted to do was savor her lips and run his hands down her very ample hips. Hers was a body a man could hold onto during sex and not break her. His wolf was awakened, and it prowled just beneath the surface. What Jason saw, he liked. Very much indeed…
The chocolate wound through his system, and with each bite, all other preoccupying thoughts faded into nothing. Images of him thrusting deep inside of her and winding his fist in her mane of dark hair flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost choked. His hands trembled as they reached for the bottle of water she’d set in front of him.
What the hell was that?
He twisted the cap and drank the entire small bottle in one go. As a journalist, he had little time for romance. A quick tumble in the moonlight during one of his runs, maybe, but this girl was something special––he didn’t know why he didn’t notice it before. Jason took another bite of cake and shifted his weight as his erection made its presence known. He could take her here, right over the top of the table, her heart-shaped ass in the air as he sank his cock deep in her pussy and fucked her until she screamed his name.
His wolf liked the idea. A whole fucking lot. Jason laid down the fork and smiled. Standing up on shaking legs, he picked up his now empty plate. Things were about to get interesting. This wasn’t just any woman. He raised his nose to the air and scented her.
Mate.
She was his fucking mate. How could he have been so blind? Did it take a hard-on for his wolf to get through to him? Apparently, because his wolf was ready to claim her by any means necessary, even it meant fucking her over the top of one of her own tables.
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.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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Blurb:Love that is forbidden is always the sweetest…
Elodie Conway is the owner of The Black Magic Café, where love and chocolate go hand-in-hand. She runs the enchanted café with her cousin Madison, and together, they help lovers tie the knot with the assistance of a few spells and some delectable chocolate recipes.
When journalist Jason Thibedeaux, who is also a werewolf from a rival family, runs a scathing critique of her business in his newspaper, the fur is sure to fly. He visits the café to sample their most famous culinary delights, and ends up wanting far more than what’s on the menu. Can a Thibedeaux wolf and a Conway witch truly be fated to love each other for all eternity?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Buy links:
Amazon: http://rxe.me/00Q5F8
Evernight Publishing: http://goo.gl/Ba68zy
Excerpt:Elodie Conway was nothing like he had expected. As he ate her signature cake, all Jason wanted to do was savor her lips and run his hands down her very ample hips. Hers was a body a man could hold onto during sex and not break her. His wolf was awakened, and it prowled just beneath the surface. What Jason saw, he liked. Very much indeed…
The chocolate wound through his system, and with each bite, all other preoccupying thoughts faded into nothing. Images of him thrusting deep inside of her and winding his fist in her mane of dark hair flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost choked. His hands trembled as they reached for the bottle of water she’d set in front of him.
What the hell was that?
He twisted the cap and drank the entire small bottle in one go. As a journalist, he had little time for romance. A quick tumble in the moonlight during one of his runs, maybe, but this girl was something special––he didn’t know why he didn’t notice it before. Jason took another bite of cake and shifted his weight as his erection made its presence known. He could take her here, right over the top of the table, her heart-shaped ass in the air as he sank his cock deep in her pussy and fucked her until she screamed his name.
His wolf liked the idea. A whole fucking lot. Jason laid down the fork and smiled. Standing up on shaking legs, he picked up his now empty plate. Things were about to get interesting. This wasn’t just any woman. He raised his nose to the air and scented her.
Mate.
She was his fucking mate. How could he have been so blind? Did it take a hard-on for his wolf to get through to him? Apparently, because his wolf was ready to claim her by any means necessary, even it meant fucking her over the top of one of her own tables.
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.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
Links:
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Manic Readers: http://www.manicreaders.com/ErzabetBishop/
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January 6, 2016
A Hero Inside by N.J. Young
Happy Wednesday everyone! Today, N.J. Young is back on the blog with her newest release A Hero Inside. It's the perfect quick read for that mid-week slump. Check it out and Happy Reading! Thank you for having me on your blog today! I am very excited to introduce your readers to the Price family. A Hero Inside is the first novella in my Love With A Price series. I’ve been spending a lot of time with the Price family, and I hope you all will love them as much as I do. I’m thrilled to tell you that the next two novellas in the Price series are already contracted and will be released over the next couple of months. Until then, enjoy the love story of Ethan and Tori… 
Blurb
After bouncing around foster care homes as a kid, Tori Bennett abandoned her dream of having a family long ago. Instead, she is focused on saving money to finish her nursing degree, and seems content to adopt her best friend Becca’s family as her own.
On the eve of Thanksgiving, a handsome stranger saves Tori from a would-be robber. Tori can’t get this hero out of her head. Once she finds out he’s her best friend’s brother, life gets complicated.
Ethan Price has been running for years. After the death of his father, he shut down emotionally, deciding it’s easier to be alone than to deal with the pain of loving – and losing – someone.
Sparks ignite between Ethan and a gorgeous bartender after he saves her from a gunman. Once he finds out she’s the best friend of his little sister, Ethan has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stop running away and take a chance on love.
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Excerpt
Ethan watched as she took a deep breath and then looked at him. He wished she didn’t look at him like he was a hungry wolf waiting to devour her. But then, that was a fairly accurate comparison, wasn’t it? He did want to devour her. Every inch of her. Oh, he’d bet she tasted sweeter than any pie.
“So, cinnamon,” she said in a rush. “I know where Sally keeps her spices in the pantry.”
“Tori.” He tasted her name on his lips, but she ignored him, rushing by him and opening the door to the huge walk-in pantry. She flipped the light on and walked to the back of the room. Well, if this was the only chance he had to talk to her alone…
“What are you doing?” She whirled around as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
“I want to talk to you.” He wanted more than that, but right now, he would settle for talking.
“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Dammit, she was putting up her shield again, and he wouldn’t let her. He’d seen the way she looked at him through dinner. He knew he wasn’t making it up in his head. It took him only a split second to make a decision.
“About this.” In two steps, he crossed to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him so their lower halves were pressed together. As hard as he was when he was near her, there was no doubt in his mind that she could feel the rigid line of his erection pressed against her.
He knew he was right when her wide green eyes darkened. “Ethan.” Her hands came up to his chest and shoved at him. “What are you doing? Your mother is in the next room.”
Oh, he’d be damned if she was going to shove him away. Clasping her wrists in his strong hands, he backed her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.
“I want you, Tori,” he breathed. “If you don’t want me, then tell me now.”
Her breath had quickened, and Ethan could feel the pounding of her heart. “I…” She swiped that tongue over her lips and he had to bite back a groan. “I … uh…” She was staring at his mouth. “What was the question?”
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he knew he couldn’t resist her for one more second. Leaning in, he crushed his mouth to hers, and reveled in the moan that escaped her into his mouth. As her lips parted in an unspoken invitation, his tongue surged, sliding against hers. That torturous tongue of hers danced and played with his.
His natural dominance took over as she softened under him. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her in this instant. He angled his head this way and that, taking her mouth over and over again. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, lightly tugging. The soft moans she made in the back of her throat flowed into him in an offering.
About N.J. Young
N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing.
Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.
N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.
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BlurbAfter bouncing around foster care homes as a kid, Tori Bennett abandoned her dream of having a family long ago. Instead, she is focused on saving money to finish her nursing degree, and seems content to adopt her best friend Becca’s family as her own.
On the eve of Thanksgiving, a handsome stranger saves Tori from a would-be robber. Tori can’t get this hero out of her head. Once she finds out he’s her best friend’s brother, life gets complicated.
Ethan Price has been running for years. After the death of his father, he shut down emotionally, deciding it’s easier to be alone than to deal with the pain of loving – and losing – someone.
Sparks ignite between Ethan and a gorgeous bartender after he saves her from a gunman. Once he finds out she’s the best friend of his little sister, Ethan has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stop running away and take a chance on love.
Purchase Links
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ExcerptEthan watched as she took a deep breath and then looked at him. He wished she didn’t look at him like he was a hungry wolf waiting to devour her. But then, that was a fairly accurate comparison, wasn’t it? He did want to devour her. Every inch of her. Oh, he’d bet she tasted sweeter than any pie.
“So, cinnamon,” she said in a rush. “I know where Sally keeps her spices in the pantry.”
“Tori.” He tasted her name on his lips, but she ignored him, rushing by him and opening the door to the huge walk-in pantry. She flipped the light on and walked to the back of the room. Well, if this was the only chance he had to talk to her alone…
“What are you doing?” She whirled around as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
“I want to talk to you.” He wanted more than that, but right now, he would settle for talking.
“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Dammit, she was putting up her shield again, and he wouldn’t let her. He’d seen the way she looked at him through dinner. He knew he wasn’t making it up in his head. It took him only a split second to make a decision.
“About this.” In two steps, he crossed to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him so their lower halves were pressed together. As hard as he was when he was near her, there was no doubt in his mind that she could feel the rigid line of his erection pressed against her.
He knew he was right when her wide green eyes darkened. “Ethan.” Her hands came up to his chest and shoved at him. “What are you doing? Your mother is in the next room.”
Oh, he’d be damned if she was going to shove him away. Clasping her wrists in his strong hands, he backed her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.
“I want you, Tori,” he breathed. “If you don’t want me, then tell me now.”
Her breath had quickened, and Ethan could feel the pounding of her heart. “I…” She swiped that tongue over her lips and he had to bite back a groan. “I … uh…” She was staring at his mouth. “What was the question?”
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he knew he couldn’t resist her for one more second. Leaning in, he crushed his mouth to hers, and reveled in the moan that escaped her into his mouth. As her lips parted in an unspoken invitation, his tongue surged, sliding against hers. That torturous tongue of hers danced and played with his.
His natural dominance took over as she softened under him. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her in this instant. He angled his head this way and that, taking her mouth over and over again. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, lightly tugging. The soft moans she made in the back of her throat flowed into him in an offering.
About N.J. YoungN.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing.
Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.
N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.
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January 4, 2016
Crossroads by Gale Stanley
Hey everyone! Happy New Year! To get 2016 off to a great start, Gale Stanley stopped by to share her newest release Crossroads. Take a moment, check it out and as always, Happy Reading! 
Hi! Thanks for letting me stop by to talk about my new book – Crossroads.
The story was inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans. We stayed at the historic Omni Royal Orleans in the heart of the French Quarter and we were able to walk to all the fantastic restaurants, shopping, and entertainment. We toured the area hit by Katrina, the cemeteries, and the voodoo museum. In movies and TV, voodoo is usually shown as a dark and scary practice. In reality, it's a religious practice in which the followers have direct contact with the spirits. And that's the story I wanted to tell.
The events in Crossroads take place around Christmas, a season of miracles, but really, it could happen any time of the year. All you have to do is believe…
Blurb
Long time lovers, Louis Abellard and Jesse Trudeau work in a Voodoo shop in the French Quarter. Jesse is a believer, but Louis turned his back on the spirits when they allowed his mother to die of cancer.
When Jesse is hospitalized with leukemia, Louis is desperate to save him. He’ll do anything—except ask the spirits for help. Then one night an unlikely ally makes contact, and Louis finds himself at a crossroads. Maybe it’s time to revisit his past and confront his inner demons.
Teaser
Three years ago, Jesse walked into the voodoo shop and asked for a job. It was love at first sight—for Mawmaw and Jesse. They hit it off immediately. Jesse is a believer, the grandson she should have had.
I was smitten, too, but for other reasons. Jesse looked so damn hot, all long blond hair and golden-brown skin like he should have been riding a surfboard instead of a skateboard. His cutoffs were stretched tight over the bulge at his crotch, and being the slut I was back then, I wanted to fuck him. I gave Mawmaw a thumbs-up, and she hired him on the spot.
Jesse stayed for dinner. My grandmother filled his head with ghost stories and his stomach with her spicy shrimp gumbo. I took him to bed later and filled him in other ways. It didn’t take long for lust to turn into the real thing. Fortunately, I didn’t screw things up, and Jesse moved in two weeks later. Jesse is easy to love. I’m not sure what he sees in me, I’m just grateful the feelings are mutual.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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Hi! Thanks for letting me stop by to talk about my new book – Crossroads.The story was inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans. We stayed at the historic Omni Royal Orleans in the heart of the French Quarter and we were able to walk to all the fantastic restaurants, shopping, and entertainment. We toured the area hit by Katrina, the cemeteries, and the voodoo museum. In movies and TV, voodoo is usually shown as a dark and scary practice. In reality, it's a religious practice in which the followers have direct contact with the spirits. And that's the story I wanted to tell.
The events in Crossroads take place around Christmas, a season of miracles, but really, it could happen any time of the year. All you have to do is believe…
Blurb
Long time lovers, Louis Abellard and Jesse Trudeau work in a Voodoo shop in the French Quarter. Jesse is a believer, but Louis turned his back on the spirits when they allowed his mother to die of cancer.
When Jesse is hospitalized with leukemia, Louis is desperate to save him. He’ll do anything—except ask the spirits for help. Then one night an unlikely ally makes contact, and Louis finds himself at a crossroads. Maybe it’s time to revisit his past and confront his inner demons.
Teaser
Three years ago, Jesse walked into the voodoo shop and asked for a job. It was love at first sight—for Mawmaw and Jesse. They hit it off immediately. Jesse is a believer, the grandson she should have had.
I was smitten, too, but for other reasons. Jesse looked so damn hot, all long blond hair and golden-brown skin like he should have been riding a surfboard instead of a skateboard. His cutoffs were stretched tight over the bulge at his crotch, and being the slut I was back then, I wanted to fuck him. I gave Mawmaw a thumbs-up, and she hired him on the spot.
Jesse stayed for dinner. My grandmother filled his head with ghost stories and his stomach with her spicy shrimp gumbo. I took him to bed later and filled him in other ways. It didn’t take long for lust to turn into the real thing. Fortunately, I didn’t screw things up, and Jesse moved in two weeks later. Jesse is easy to love. I’m not sure what he sees in me, I’m just grateful the feelings are mutual.
Available at
Evernight | Amazon | All Romance
AUTHOR BIO:
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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December 23, 2015
Cupid by Lucy Felthouse
Hey Everyone! Today, Lucy Felthouse is on the blog with her her new holiday release Cupid. Take a break from baking the cookies and wrapping the presents, and check it out.
Happy Reading!
Blurb:
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27255784-cupid
*****
Excerpt:
Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.
Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.
He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.
He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.
Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.
Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.
He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.
The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.
The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.
As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.
*****
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 140 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 Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Happy Reading!
Blurb:As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27255784-cupid
*****
Excerpt:
Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.
Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.
He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.
He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.
Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.
Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.
He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.
The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.
The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.
As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.
*****
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 140 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 Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
December 21, 2015
Donner and Prancer by Robin Badillo
Hey everyone! Who's in the mood for a Christmas story? Robin Badillo is on the blog today with her new release Donner and Prancer. It's the perfect read, since Santa and his reindeer are scheduled to arrive later this week.
Check it out and Happy Reading!
Noah Donner had it all. Good looks, great job, and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.
Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter, while not nearly as confident about herself when in human form. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira is surprised to learn she’s Noah’s latest target, and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.
Neither can deny the attraction, but Mira will need more than words to trust the sexy Casanova.
Can the two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little Christmas magic?
Excerpt:
“Hey, Sandra.”
Mira turned her blurred gaze toward the direction of the familiar male voice.
Noah? Mira slowly blinked. “Uh, Sandra, we have company.”
Sandra looked up from her shot glass. “Hello there, Noah.” She snickered. “We’re celebrating. Wanna join us?”
Noah glanced over at Mira. His handsome brow bent with what appeared to be amused curiosity. Mira couldn’t be completely sure, of course. After all, there were two of him. “What are you celebrating?”
“Shhh.” Sandra placed a finger against his lips. “It’s a secret.”
Mira’s stomach did backflips as she focused on his mouth. Oh-so-kissable lips.
“Mira’s gonna get laid tonight and I’m gonna help her, but you can’t tell anyone.”
Mira gripped the table’s edge to keep from tipping to one side.
Noah’s grin spread wide and his eyes sparkled under the glow of neon lights. “Not planning a threesome, I hope.” His gaze wandered back to Mira, and he looked her up and down. “I couldn’t participate with my cousin, but if you’re in need of a little private work out…” He shrugged and winked. “I might be your man.”
Mira swirled a shot of tequila around in her mouth, allowing the burn to occupy her tongue so she wouldn’t say what she wanted to say. And what she wanted to say was a mouthful.
“Noah!” Sandra slapped the tabletop. “That’s a wonderful idea.” She wagged her brows at Mira as she swayed back and forth.
No! That’s a horrible idea. Chills seized Mira’s spine, alleviating the heat flash she’d suffered. Shouldn’t her best friend be there to keep her out of trouble instead of shoving her toward it? Great.
“You’re drunk.” Mira hugged her purse to her. The leather buffer between her body and Noah’s hid her excessive curves, preventing Noah from seeing her less-than-perfect figure. “And Noah has a bar full of super-hot ladies to warm his bed. He damn sure doesn’t need me.”
She looked around him at the other people in the bar, trying to appear disinterested.
Noah cocked his head to the side. “Maybe I’m not looking for just anyone to warm my bed, Mira.”
Links:
Evernight Author Page
Amazon Author Page
All Romance Books Author Page
BookStrand Author Page
Author Bio:
Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away. With no particular skills to speak of other than making killer chili con queso, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.
A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her readers’ appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.
Author Links:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo
Website/Blog
http://www.robinbadillo.com/
Check it out and Happy Reading!
Noah Donner had it all. Good looks, great job, and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer. Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter, while not nearly as confident about herself when in human form. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira is surprised to learn she’s Noah’s latest target, and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.
Neither can deny the attraction, but Mira will need more than words to trust the sexy Casanova.
Can the two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little Christmas magic?
Excerpt:
“Hey, Sandra.”
Mira turned her blurred gaze toward the direction of the familiar male voice.
Noah? Mira slowly blinked. “Uh, Sandra, we have company.”
Sandra looked up from her shot glass. “Hello there, Noah.” She snickered. “We’re celebrating. Wanna join us?”
Noah glanced over at Mira. His handsome brow bent with what appeared to be amused curiosity. Mira couldn’t be completely sure, of course. After all, there were two of him. “What are you celebrating?”
“Shhh.” Sandra placed a finger against his lips. “It’s a secret.”
Mira’s stomach did backflips as she focused on his mouth. Oh-so-kissable lips.
“Mira’s gonna get laid tonight and I’m gonna help her, but you can’t tell anyone.”
Mira gripped the table’s edge to keep from tipping to one side.
Noah’s grin spread wide and his eyes sparkled under the glow of neon lights. “Not planning a threesome, I hope.” His gaze wandered back to Mira, and he looked her up and down. “I couldn’t participate with my cousin, but if you’re in need of a little private work out…” He shrugged and winked. “I might be your man.”
Mira swirled a shot of tequila around in her mouth, allowing the burn to occupy her tongue so she wouldn’t say what she wanted to say. And what she wanted to say was a mouthful.
“Noah!” Sandra slapped the tabletop. “That’s a wonderful idea.” She wagged her brows at Mira as she swayed back and forth.
No! That’s a horrible idea. Chills seized Mira’s spine, alleviating the heat flash she’d suffered. Shouldn’t her best friend be there to keep her out of trouble instead of shoving her toward it? Great.
“You’re drunk.” Mira hugged her purse to her. The leather buffer between her body and Noah’s hid her excessive curves, preventing Noah from seeing her less-than-perfect figure. “And Noah has a bar full of super-hot ladies to warm his bed. He damn sure doesn’t need me.”
She looked around him at the other people in the bar, trying to appear disinterested.
Noah cocked his head to the side. “Maybe I’m not looking for just anyone to warm my bed, Mira.”
Links:
Evernight Author Page
Amazon Author Page
All Romance Books Author Page
BookStrand Author Page
Author Bio:
Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away. With no particular skills to speak of other than making killer chili con queso, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.
A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her readers’ appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.
Author Links:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo
Website/Blog
http://www.robinbadillo.com/
December 18, 2015
A Red Dress For Christmas by Erzabet Bishop
TGIF everyone! Today, Erzabet Bishop is on the blog with her new holiday release A Red Dress For Christmas. Tis the season for a sizzling hot read guaranteed to make the chilly nights a little warmer. Check it out and Happy Reading! 
Blurb:
Angel in a red dress…
Cecily's husband Neil has kept her waiting one too many times. After another lonely night of movie watching, she decides to take her pleasure into her own hands. Neil comes home from work and catches her being a very naughty girl. Tangled up in tinsel and wearing a smoking hot red dress, surely her holiday wish will come true.
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking
Buy links:
Evernight Publishing: http://goo.gl/cGh5sg
Amazon: http://goo.gl/fST87y
All Romance E-books: https://goo.gl/Q4F0Bp
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT
Excerpt:
“Why did you have to leave?”
Neil rubbed his hand along Cecily's ass, his finger edging between her skin and the lacy red panties from behind.
“Why do you think?”
Neil's cock pressed against Cecily's side. His fingers continued their distracting path even as he upped the pulses on the vibrator.
“How do you like that?” he whispered, voice husky. He untied the strings on the panties, giving him greater access to her slick folds.
“Oh. My. God!” Cecily moaned into his thigh as he slid two fingers inside of her at the same time as he cranked up the power on the tiny vibrator to what felt like its highest capacity.
Neil pumped his thick fingers into her pussy relentlessly, taking Cecily close to the edge and pulling back out again. He turned off the vibe, leaving her staring down at the carpet, completely bereft.
“But… Oh, Neil!” Cecily wriggled against his lap, her erect clit pulsing between her legs and her molten core longing for release.
Neil smoothed her hair from her face and wiped a tear that slid from her eye.
“That's how I felt looking at those pictures. I wanted to bury my cock inside of you and I couldn't. I haven't seen you much at all with this new job, let alone been able to do anything about the raging lust giving me a boner big enough to buy out the vibrator counter just so I'd have a bag big enough to walk out of the store without disgracing myself.”
“I'll make it up to you.” Cecily started to move, but Neil stilled her.
“Wait. I have an idea.” Neil kissed her on the top of her head. “Come on. Let's go in the living room.” He helped her up and eased off the bed and onto his feet. The walk to the living room was quick, Neil shutting off the lights as he went.
“I want to take you here. Right in front of the tree.”
Cecily grinned, desire raging through her veins. “What about Lulu?”
“Look, she's on the chair asleep.”
“Mmmm.” Cecily turned her gaze to the twinkling holiday lights and knelt down on the carpet.
Neil slid behind her and she heard the sound of a zipper.
“I can't wait.”
“Neither can I. Take me.”
The tip of Neil's cock teased her entrance. Suddenly he was in, thrusting balls deep. With a groan, he slid his hands down her sides. With one hand he grasped her hip, the other her clit.
“If you don't fuck me now I'm going to die,” Cecily whispered, grinding herself against the root of him. “I need you.”
Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, 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 has been nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. 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.
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Blurb:Angel in a red dress…
Cecily's husband Neil has kept her waiting one too many times. After another lonely night of movie watching, she decides to take her pleasure into her own hands. Neil comes home from work and catches her being a very naughty girl. Tangled up in tinsel and wearing a smoking hot red dress, surely her holiday wish will come true.
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking
Buy links:
Evernight Publishing: http://goo.gl/cGh5sg
Amazon: http://goo.gl/fST87y
All Romance E-books: https://goo.gl/Q4F0Bp
WARNING: ADULT CONTENTExcerpt:
“Why did you have to leave?”
Neil rubbed his hand along Cecily's ass, his finger edging between her skin and the lacy red panties from behind.
“Why do you think?”
Neil's cock pressed against Cecily's side. His fingers continued their distracting path even as he upped the pulses on the vibrator.
“How do you like that?” he whispered, voice husky. He untied the strings on the panties, giving him greater access to her slick folds.
“Oh. My. God!” Cecily moaned into his thigh as he slid two fingers inside of her at the same time as he cranked up the power on the tiny vibrator to what felt like its highest capacity.
Neil pumped his thick fingers into her pussy relentlessly, taking Cecily close to the edge and pulling back out again. He turned off the vibe, leaving her staring down at the carpet, completely bereft.
“But… Oh, Neil!” Cecily wriggled against his lap, her erect clit pulsing between her legs and her molten core longing for release.
Neil smoothed her hair from her face and wiped a tear that slid from her eye.
“That's how I felt looking at those pictures. I wanted to bury my cock inside of you and I couldn't. I haven't seen you much at all with this new job, let alone been able to do anything about the raging lust giving me a boner big enough to buy out the vibrator counter just so I'd have a bag big enough to walk out of the store without disgracing myself.”
“I'll make it up to you.” Cecily started to move, but Neil stilled her.
“Wait. I have an idea.” Neil kissed her on the top of her head. “Come on. Let's go in the living room.” He helped her up and eased off the bed and onto his feet. The walk to the living room was quick, Neil shutting off the lights as he went.
“I want to take you here. Right in front of the tree.”
Cecily grinned, desire raging through her veins. “What about Lulu?”
“Look, she's on the chair asleep.”
“Mmmm.” Cecily turned her gaze to the twinkling holiday lights and knelt down on the carpet.
Neil slid behind her and she heard the sound of a zipper.
“I can't wait.”
“Neither can I. Take me.”
The tip of Neil's cock teased her entrance. Suddenly he was in, thrusting balls deep. With a groan, he slid his hands down her sides. With one hand he grasped her hip, the other her clit.
“If you don't fuck me now I'm going to die,” Cecily whispered, grinding herself against the root of him. “I need you.”
Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, 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 has been nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. 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.
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