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Todays Guest Author - Andrew Jericho

Today Andrew Jericho lets us know about his new book, love and rock 'n' roll.  Keep reading for great experts and a message from Andrew!
Thank you, McKinlay, for having me as a guest on your blog today, and for being a part of the Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll (Rock Stars 2) Blog Tour.  Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll, is the second book in the Rock Stars series, inspired by the glam bands of the 80’s and 90’s—the big hair, make-up, drama, and sexuality.  The lifestyle of the Rock Hard band members reflects that time period.  I would further describe the book by saying, “nothing but jealous hearts when the insanity hits.”  Romantic.  Passionate.  Erotic. All three words in that order, as the men in the story blend romance with passionate eroticism.  My writing is not for the faint of heart, as my readers know what to expect. Both titles in the series are MMMMM erotic romances.  There are five men, and five committed hearts.  Not only do I depict their relationship dynamics, but I have explored the sexuality each of them share individually, as couples, and finally as a ménage à cinq. Also, I’ve woven a book series where the activities of a rock ‘n’ roll band cross over into a more intimate portrayal of the men behind the music.   I hope all of my readers enjoy the Rock Stars series as much as I have enjoyed writing it.



[PolyAmour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, sex toys, HFN]
Sex, love, and rock ‘n’ roll are all Adam believes is holding the band Rock Hard together. In the week’s following their last concert, Adam, Deuce, L.T., and Jamie have not held a practice, and their new album is unfinished. The jealousies and secrets that almost tore them apart have changed to new conflicts. In a fit of rage, Jamie tells Adam that the five of them are nothing but “jealous hearts,” when the insanity hits.
Zane, the band’s physician, is now living at the Rock Hard mansion full time.  He believes that the four men, who have captured his heart, need the love of a real man to keep them grounded.  As each man turns to Zane for comfort, Adam realizes they all need time to heal.  In what Zane calls a “tremendous act of love and devotion,” Adam gives a heartfelt message to Rock Hard’s fans in the hopes they can begin a new chapter in their lives.
Note: This book contains drug use.
A Siren Erotic Romance

Story: Adam felt a combination of emotions, all fighting their way for recognition. Sitting down on his bed, he reached for some loose pieces of sheet music on the nightstand. He looked at the finished product of Zane’s song, “A Forever Love.” Jamie was right, what had started as his heart speaking in lyrics to his new husband, should now be a testament to all of their jealousies. Picking up his pen nearby, Adam angrily scratched out the title, replacing it with “Jealous Hearts.” When that didn’t appease him, Adam ripped the pieces of paper in one smooth motion, tearing them in two. As the torn music fell at his feet, the front man thought for a brief moment that his actions were symbolic of the drama and chaos still present in his household.
He decided there would not be a song titled, “A Forever Love.” Nor would he ever write another power ballad for just one man. He made that mistake himself. Closing his eyes, Adam sank backward onto the bed. His thoughts returned to the last night of their tour, six weeks ago, at the arena in Little Rock. I’m dedicating this next song to Zane. The guys and I are in the process of working on a new album. There will be another power ballad titled, “A Forever Love.” The song was written in love…written for the man I’m holding in my arms.
As those words circled though his mind, Adam knew one of his mistakes was singling out Zane that night. He also felt that somewhere in the marriages he shared with each man, his greatest flaw was not being the support they needed. That not only washed sadness over him, but anger. Rock Hard’s fans didn’t know the half of it. He was not about to let their private life become a media sensation. Even Deuce’s detox had been hidden from prying eyes. The worst thing to hit the tabloids was that Zane had forged nonprofessional relationships with the band members.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Adam heard Deuce’s voice behind him. Sitting up, he hadn’t realized his husband had walked into their bedroom.
“Deuce, you should be with L.T. He doesn’t need to be alone, especially after what I told him,” Adam said, with his back turned to his husband.
“I’ll check on him in a few minutes. Right now, we need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Deuce. I was supposed to be the strength of this family. I saw the disappointment and pain in all of your eyes while we stood together in the kitchen.”
“Maybe Zane should counsel us all…as a family.”
“Honestly, Deuce, at this point?”
Adam watched as Deuce took a seat next to him on the bed. His lover twined their fingers together.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about the pills and L.T.”
“Baby, you already told me that.”
“The first time I couldn’t get a hard-on was with Zane, about a week after the detox. The next was the first time Jamie let me touch him a few days later. We were kissing and nothing was happening. Luckily, Jamie stopped the affection. I don’t how I would have explained it to him.”
“It happens, Deuce. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m not mad about the pills. I’m upset because something so intimate should have been shared with me. If you were having that type of problem you should have felt like you could talk to me. I don’t want you to feel pressure about having to be intimate with me, or any of us for that matter.”
“Zane thinks it’s a temporary reaction to the stress of the detox. I have four husbands I love with all my heart. I want to restore what we all shared. I felt like I couldn’t do that unless I could also be intimate with each of you. I know there’s more to this than just sex, but—”
“A lot more,” Adam stopped Deuce’s words, placing a finger over his partner’s lips.
For a moment neither man spoke, as Adam looked deeply into Deuce’s eyes. Everything he needed to see was present in his lover’s stare. He silently wondered why the five of them couldn’t make it work.
“I also should have told you about L.T, but I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I wanted to try and bear that burden for as long as I could, in the hopes I could help him. He’s really messed up, Adam.”
“I know,” Adam felt tears forming in his eyes. Instead, he closed his lids tightly, stifling the display of emotion.
“Are you sure you’re all right with what Zane wants?” Deuce asked.
Adam felt his partner’s fingers lightly caressing his forearm.
“Are you?” Adam countered.
“I don’t know. I mean, I think I am,” Deuce replied, sighing. “Sometimes, I feel like the five us are running like confused mice in some type of experiment. We’re caught in a maze, but can’t get out. We take a few steps one way, and then we find ourselves back at where we started.”
“I know I’ve always taken the lead in making decisions for this family.”
“I know that, golden boy.”
“There’s a part of me that wants to try Zane’s suggestion, but I don’t want it to change what we share. Despite our problems, I feel closer to you now than I ever have, Deuce. I love you so very much.”
Watching as Deuce walked to the door and locked the doorknob, Adam knew what they had started in Zane’s bed earlier that afternoon was going to be finished. Zane’s suggestion of a ménage would have to wait, because right now, he felt his lover’s arms pulling him close.

Adult:“Zane!” Jamie moaned.
“That’s right, James. While I get you opened up, Adam is going to straddle my face and put his cock in my mouth. Adam, do you want me to suck your dick?”
Adam had begun to rub his own cock as he watched the erotic play forming before his eyes. He felt Deuce swat him on the ass, as he positioned himself over Zane’s upper chest. While he rested both his knees on the bed, his dick went flush with Zane’s face. Then Adam’s head went back in pleasure as he felt the warm heat of Zane’s mouth sucking his entire length.
“Zane, finger-fuck me good!” Jamie moaned.
Zane’s other hand was now rubbing Adam’s sac, as the front man felt the doctor’s fingers tenderly caressing each of his nuts.
“Don’t stop,” Adam whimpered, as Zane pulled back for just a second.
“Sweetheart, I have got to tell our other two husbands what to do. They want this commitment, too.”
“Mmm…Zane!” Jamie cried.
“I still make the decisions for us in this house, Zane Foster,” Adam spoke breathless.
“That you do, Adam, but right now I’m in control.”
“Oh holy shit, Zane, that feels good!”
Zane’s fingers were continuously rubbing his groin, as his sac swelled, tight against his body.
“Adam, look at our two husbands over there,” Zane whispered.
Adam turned his head to see Deuce lying between L.T.’s legs on the king-sized bed. The couple was French kissing, as their tongues danced wildly in each other’s mouths.
“Sweetheart, James is almost ready for me to penetrate him, and then we’re going to get Deuce and L.T. to join us.”
Adam closed his eyes, as he felt his heart beating hard inside his chest. His skin tingled, as he listened to the sounds filling the room. His own whimpers were mixing with Jamie’s cries of pleasure, as he heard the groans of the couple lying beside him.
“James, slowly slide down my dick,” Zane said. “Surrender to me.”
Adam tried to look over his shoulder because he wanted to see Jamie’s expression.
“Look at me, Adam. James will make enough noise to arouse all of us.”
When Adam turned his face back to Zane, he saw the arousal in the doctor’s eyes.
“L.T. and Deuce, stop making out over there, and become a part of this commitment,” Zane whispered. “Adam, there’s enough room for your Dom to straddle me, too, and put his dick inside you, don’t you think?”
Adam saw Zane toss the lube to L.T., and within a matter of seconds, he felt the drummer’s breath warm on his neck. He let his head fall back against his husband, as L.T. began to kiss their secret spot on his shoulder.
“Whimper all you want, sub,” L.T. whispered in his ear. “Zane is going to have your cock buried so deep within his mouth, while I get you ready to take me. No one knows about our spot except us. I’m sure other secrets will be shared between lovers tonight, too.”
“Are you aroused, hot rocker boy?” Zane asked Deuce.
“Don’t make me wait anymore, Daddy,” Deuce replied.
Adam turned his head again to see Deuce rubbing his cock, while the entire shaft glistened with pre-cum.
“Dammit, I need to be made love to!” Jamie moaned.
“We will…all of us to each other,” Zane responded. “Damn. Damn. Damn. I cannot believe how aroused I am right now! Adam is right, you are one tight little bitch, James.”
“You said that about me, Adam?” Jamie asked, breathless.
“He did not have to, James. I have heard him making love to you. Next, you are to allow Deuce to touch you.”
“I don’t know—”
“James,” Zane interrupted, “let your husband touch you. I have more than just a ménage planned. Adam is reconnecting to L.T. So, you need to show Deuce what is in your heart, because I see it written all over your face every time you see him.”
“Adam?” Jamie asked.
“Little bitch, do what the doctor asks, he’s only trying to help us.”
Adam saw Deuce moving behind them, as he imagined the tenderness in his hands for Jamie. He could almost feel Deuce’s touch, even though the guitarist’s hands were nowhere on his body. Instead, two of L.T.’s fingers were inside Adam, pumping him gently.
“Zane, there’s a black bag in my nightstand,” L.T. said. “Can you reach it?”
“Adam is blushing, Lemmuel,” Zane said.
“He always flushes when he’s aroused. He’s got this conversation we have, too. I listen while his heart submits to me in high-pitched whimpers.”
“Adam,” Jamie said seductively, “does moan like a bitch.”
“Shut up, bitch!” Adam spoke playfully.
“Candy cane,” L.T. said, “hush and concentrate on Zane’s cock up your ass, and Deuce’s hands on your body.”
“David, you are the man of my dreams, now let James know he is the man of yours,” Zane said.
Adam felt Zane’s lips back around his dick, as he heard the hum of L.T’s prostate massager. He gasped, when he felt the device being inserted inside his anal cavity.
“I love you, sub,” L.T whispered. “Zane’s making you feel good, too. The moaning you hear is Jamie giving his heart to Deuce again. God, that sounds so good!”
“Sweet boy, I love you,” Deuce crooned to Jamie.
“Tell us what Deuce is doing to you, James?” Zane asked.
 “His hands are all over my body…including my cock,” Jamie replied.
“We have figured out the physical part of loving as a ménage à cinq, I want us to experience the emotional part of this commitment,” Zane spoke again.
Not only was Zane still rubbing Adam’s sack, but L.T. was checking the smooth area of flesh between his sac and entry. His husband always rubbed his fingers over the skin before penetrating him.
“Sub, you’re more than ready to take me,” L.T. whispered into Adam’s ear.


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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he  is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of  his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s  writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.

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The Trouble with Holly - Available Now!

 The Trouble with Holly (Merricks, Montana 3) is available for download. Read a story expert below or follow the link to Bookstrand. 

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-trouble-with-holly


STORY EXCERPT
Today couldn’t get any worse. To make matters even worse, Chase and Jarrod Walker had seen the whole thing. She had had a huge crush on the two men since she had set eyes on them the day they had first walked into the diner. It was her first shift and the brothers had come in for breakfast. She was hurrying around with the morning rush, not paying attention when she had crashed into a solid chest. Hands had reached out and steadied her before she went flying to the floor.Looking up and then further up again, Holly’s jaw had dropped. He was absolutely gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes stared back at her and she almost swooned. He had strong chiseled features and a three-day growth. Light-brown hair peeked out from under his cowboy hat, and when he flashed her a killer smile, she knew she was a goner. She and half the damned women in town.Holly had quickly stepped back and was then able to take in the rest of him. The man was tall, well over six feet and full of muscle. He wore faded blue Wranglers and a well-worn flannel shirt covering his big solid chest.Holly looked over at the second man, when she heard an interrupting cough. She felt her heart skip a beat. He was just as hot and every bit as solid as the first man.He too stood well over six feet tall, but didn’t have the rugged outdoorsy look of the other man. He was clean cut, his dirty-blond hair was trimmed neat and short, and he was wearing black jeans and a bomber jacket over a black T-shirt.Both men had the same deep crystal blue eyes, and Holly guessed they were related.“Are you going to show these men to a table, missy, or just stare at them all day?” Michael, the other owner of Stephie’s said. His voice had her jumping back in shock and scrambling to show them to a table.“Here are your menus, and I’ll be back with the coffeepot,” Holly told them and then fled. She walked into the kitchen and took her time in catching her breath. She was dumbfounded. Never had men knocked her off her feet, the way that these two did, literally and figuratively.How was she ever going to face them without embarrassing herself further? She was so attracted to them, her nipples had hardened behind her apron and her pussy had gushed. She didn’t even know their names.Holly grabbed the coffeepot off the counter and rushed back out to fill their cups. Luckily she had managed to achieve that without spilling it everywhere. When it was time to take their order, she had looked everywhere but at the men. She had heard one of them chuckle and was sure she had turned bright red.“What’s your name, darling?” the cowboy asked. Holly had almost swallowed her tongue. She blinked at him a couple of times before she was able to answer.“Holly…Um…Holly Butterfield,” she finally replied.“Well, Holly. I’m Jarrod and this here is my brother Chase.”“Pleasure to meet you,” she said and then walked off. It wasn’t until she had reached the kitchen that she realized she hadn’t taken their order.Holly smiled back at the memory. She didn’t usually get so timid in people’s company, but something about the two brothers got her all flustered.They had eaten nearly every meal in Stephie’s since. They always sat in her section, and she continued to find ways to embarrass herself in front of them.Holly had gotten to know them quite well, and they had become some of her closest friends. They watched out for her and were very helpful when her house burnt down. Little by little, her shyness had left, which made her days at work much easier.She actually dropped things less since she had gotten used to them. Which wasn’t saying much, since she dropped things constantly anyway. Holly had thought they were interested in her, but they had yet to make a move. The longer time went on and the better she knew them, the more she felt that they just wanted to be her friend. Which was a bummer, because she was really attracted to them.She tried to tell herself it wasn’t because of her weight. She had seen them around town with larger-figured woman, but the doubts crept in. Holly had always been ashamed of her size. Her old boyfriend had constantly called her fat and told her to diet, but then he was a bum who had fleeced her of all her money.She was only twenty-three years old and felt she had already lived for forty or more years. She huffed and brushed her curly blonde hair from her face, which sprang straight back. Surely she wasn’t that bad. She had nice features and liked the hazel color of her eyes, and she didn’t have a big nose or anything.Holly sighed and finished cleaning. She needed to finish serving her customers. Surely her day would improve.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Roll over, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. “It’s time for some loving.”Jarrod and Chase helped Holly roll onto her back and then position her arm out to the side. Once they had checked she was comfortable, Jarrod looked her body over.Holly lay demurely with her eyes closed and her legs closed tighter. He chuckled to himself and grabbed an ankle in each of his hands.“You aren’t to hide yourself from us, remember. When we are alone like this you will be open and available to us. Emotionally and physically.”Jarrod gently pried her legs apart, bent her knees, and placed her heels close to her bottom. Then he waited, looking down at her from his kneeling position near her feet.Come on, sweetheart, you can do it, he said to himself as he waited for her to open herself up to his stronger will.Surely enough, Holly opened her knees ever so slowly until her legs touched the blanket and her pussy was showing. Jarrod continued to wait. He wasn’t going to rush her, but she was going to follow his commands.Chase knelt next to her head, his hands fisted on his jean-clad legs, his knuckles almost white. Jarrod could see the desperation on his face. Chase was every bit as impatient to touch their woman as Jarrod, but they needed to stay in control. Their inner Doms demanded it. Holly pulled in a large breath, and her breasts wiggled as she did. Jarrod’s smile damned well nearly split his face, when her hazel eyes opened and she peeked up at him, before they swung over to Chase.“Good girl,” Chase said, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt and then pulling it from his body. Jarrod quickly followed until they were both as naked as she was and ready to move forward.“Wow, er…I mean…um,” Holly said, stumbling over her words. She was looking at their bodies, her eyes swinging back and forth between the two of them.Jarrod smiled a predatory smile and reached down to take his hard length in his hand. He watched her eyes as he slowly stroked himself, up and down.Holly’s eyes turned green with lust and her lips parted as she puffed out little breaths. Chase moved to lay along her side, naked and every bit as hard as Jarrod.“Kiss me, baby,” Chase said, turning her face toward him and lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. When Chase reached out to palm one of her breasts in his large hand, Jarrod heard Holly moan low, her body shifting to get closer to Chase’s touch.Jarrod grunted his approval and then lay down on his stomach, his face inches from Holly’s welcoming heat. Drawing in a breath through his nose, the unique smell of her musk hit his senses, and his cock grew even harder.He couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. Lowering his head, he licked his way from her puckered opening, all the way up until he hit her little bud.Jarrod placed his hands on her hips to hold her still, as she bucked under his mouth. He used one hand to pull back her lips and expose her pearly clit.Fuck, she was hot. Jarrod dove in like a mad man and suckled, licked, and bit, until Holly was panting and moaning into Chase’s mouth.Freeing her hips, he slowly entered her with one long finger. Heat surrounded him immediately, engulfing his digit in hot wet flesh. Holly’s hips bucked again and the walls of her channel tightened, gripping him with a force that was surprisingly strong.“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head to look at her over the top of her pubic bone. “Let it all go. No one can hear you.”He lowered his head once more, tasting her flavor on his tongue. It exploded on his taste buds, sweet and spicy, and all Holly. Jarrod added another finger to her channel and curled them until he hit the little soft sponge and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time.She drove her hips high to meet him, breaking her mouth away from Chase and arching her neck back. She opened her mouth on a silent cry, and Jarrod knew she was moments away from release.“Pinch her nipples, Chase,” Jarrod told his brother. “She’s so close.”Jarrod added a third finger and drove into her tight heat with force. His fingers stretched her channel, and her juices coated his fingers and palm.Chase reached over and squeezed her nipples, pulling and tugging on them until they were hard red buds. Holly was thrashing about mindless of her surroundings, placing all her trust in Chase and Jarrod’s skillful hands.

Todays Guest Author - Kelsie Belle

The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven



Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 53,517
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.


 PRE-ORDER!AVAILABLE: Tuesday, August 26thThis title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, September 2nd.[Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, daemons, bondage, spanking, HEA]When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?A Siren Erotic Romance




Excerpts:
“Myra, hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the nightfall,” she said, and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark outside so, with slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety stairs, fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to be waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.
The scene that met her as she pushed the door open and entered the apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to leave a wide space in the center or the living area. She had used chalk to draw an enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each point of which there was a lit candle, the flame flickering in the slight breeze that entered through the half-opened window. There were bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground beside the peculiar drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and sprinkling some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she noticed Myra standing dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put down the container she was holding and beckoned for the girl to join her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t have time to waste! The time has come for you to meet your destiny.”
“Aunt Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits returned to her. She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old woman had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch The Sound of Music again and then play cards.”
“It is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what I have been preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now, it will soon begin.”
“Take my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she queried cautiously, her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had stopped.
“You are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must bear the Mark first. It will begin with you.”
As much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra didn’t bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better it would be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old woman stood, and upon her instructions, she stepped over the outline of the star and went to stand in its center.  Immediately, there was a whiplash of lightning, followed by a horrific roar of thunder, causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had that come from? It had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds anywhere. Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her skin with an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole. A tortured cry tore from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms flying to the point of the pain as if she could make it stop by wiping it away.
“Yes, it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She hobbled closer to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck. “Let go, Myra. Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”
Then the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the open window with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared loudly in her ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t only remain lit, but they seemed to be burning even brighter still. Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly noticed that inside each flame, there was the face of a different woman staring back at her. She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her shoulder restrained her.
 “Do not fear, my child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured her, and reluctantly Myra remained kneeling as the faces in the candles’ flames began to chant together. The words were in a language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for her to understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what they were saying.
One of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the power to see. Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster and the other that cures.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind stopped. The pain at the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from the candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was. Myra jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she turned to face Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before bending to retrieve the black book from the floor. When she straightened again, she handed it to Myra and then pulled her in for a tight hug. 
“Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she whispered affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to prepare you the best way I could.”
Myra pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt, her eyes darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face. “Aunt Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What just happened?”
“You finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied, smiling gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great White Witch of Castallantra.”
Myra promptly fainted.

Adult Excerpt
“Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been experiencing.
“No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head moving from between her legs.
He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”
She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a whore after all!
He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.
“So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting even more still.
“Please…please, I-I’m so...God, don’t make me beg.” Hot tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?
“You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom. Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch by glorious inch.
“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.
“Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”
“Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her pussy clench and flutter.
“Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.
“That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”
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About Kelsie BelleKelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her three book paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.
Contact Kelsie here: Twitter: @mskelsiebelle Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kelsiebelleplaying Website: http://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com Email: kelsie.belle@yahoo.com 

Todays Guest Author - Peyton Brittany Clarke

 


Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.

STORY EXCERPT
After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.
“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.
Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.
“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.
“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.
“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”
Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.
The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.
“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.
“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.
She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”
Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.
“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.
She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.
“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.
She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.
She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.
Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.
She texted back. Are you sure?
She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.
A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.
“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.
He paused. “Something wrong?”
“No. Nothing at all.”

ADULT EXCERPT
She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.
“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.
He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.
“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.
Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.  She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping  from  the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.
He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.
Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.
He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.
She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.
She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.
He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her.  The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.
She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.
She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.

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About Peyton
Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over a decade years and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing a steamy scene.She loves to travel and hopes to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in.When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest "book boyfriend" or creating one in her own works. If you'd like to to contact her. Drop her an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.
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Tina Donahue Interview!

Today Tina Donahue answers questions about her life as a writer, and lets us know more about the woman behind the stories!

What is your favourite type of hero?
Alpha, definitely. However, I also like tenderness. The kind of guy who can take care of himself and knows what he wants, but can also fall to his knees for the woman he adores.
Who are your favourite authors?
Wow. Hard question. I read nearly every genre, so my fave authors span a great deal of territory. I love Margaret Atwood, Hilma Wolitizer, Dean Koontz, Lawrence Sanders, Steig Larsson, Alice Sebold, Patricia Grasso, Lisa Plumley and too many others to mention.
What led you to becoming an author?
I’ve always written. I can’t recall a time when I didn’t. When I was nine, I wrote my first book and illustrated it. Since we didn’t have a copier in our house, I made extra copies by hand then went around the neighbourhood selling them to my friends’ parents. My first book tour.  J
What advice would you give other authors? Or the best tip anyone ever told you about writing?
Don’t give up. Don’t think it’s easy. It’s not. It’s freaking hard work to produce a book that speaks to readers. There are many critics out there who trash romance, saying it’s so much fluff. Bull. Emotion is one of the hardest things to project on a page. If you think I’m wrong, try it. I dare you. I write humor easily. I write suspense easily. Plotting, no big deal. Action scenes, a piece of cake. But succeeding at emotional build, making a reader cry, smile and shout with joy? That’s tough.
What is the first book you remember reading?
Hard to say. Probably fairytales. I had this huge book of them when I was little. I was reading Dickens by fourth grade, so I graduated quickly.
What is your favourite quote?
The persistence quote:
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.”-        Calvin Coolidge

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Andalusía, Spain. I wrote an historical romance “Just One Kiss” that took place there. While I was doing the research, I fell in love with it.
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Snarky people on the Internet. It’s easy to trash people when you can hide behind a fake name and no one can see you. I hate trolls.
If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, alcohol, chocolate or sex?
Alcohol. I cannot do without chocolate or sex.
Do you like cheese?
It’s my middle name. If food doesn’t have cheese on it, I’m not interested.

What is the fastest way to a woman’s heart?
Respect for her and loyalty to her. Nothing beats that. Nothing.
What is your favourite swear word?
LOL – Can I say it here?  The “F” word.
What would your last meal be?
That’s a hard one. Probably a combination of Mexican and Italian with loads of chocolate and a stiff drink (hey, I’m dying right?).
What is the longest you’ve gone without a shower?Two days. I was stuck in an airport. Flights cancelled. Yuck.
Have you ever solved a rubik’s cube?
Nope. Tried several times. Just couldn’t get it. So shoot me.
What is the worst pick up line you’ve ever heard?
“Whoa, you’re gorgeous.” Hey, I’m not a ghoul; I am considered attractive, but that line seems so lame to me. I’m not looking for a guy to make me feel good about my appearance. I’m looking for someone I can talk to like a normal human being – ie: friend.
Who is hotter, regular Orlando Bloom or pirate Orlando Bloom?
Definitely pirate. Though I did think he was very cute in Lord of the Rings.
Who would you most like to stab with a fork?
Internet trolls.
What is your favourite body part?
On me or a guy? Probably the brain on both. Without a good mind, you don’t get good anything else.
What is the first thing you think when you see this?


 
 Poor thing must have flunked math if it didn’t know it wasn’t going to fit.

Todays Guest Author - Michelle Roth

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Visit her blog at www.michelleroth.net for information on her latest releases, exclusive excerpts, and more.
  

Thank you Michelle for taking the time to tell us about your book! Keeping reading for amazing story and hot adult experts.
Unexpectedly Yours by Michelle Roth
 

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    Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle of friends, they're the only two single people left. It makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit, right? Elle can't help but want more, though. Jim may be going insane. He's been chasing Elle for months. He's flirted with her, asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to get her attention short of skywriting his feelings. When Elle finally agrees to go out with him, things quickly heat up between them. What starts out as a single spark of attraction between them quickly burns out of control. As they settle into the beginnings of a relationship, one moment will change their lives forever. Is their relationship strong enough to survive when reality sets in?     

STORY EXCERPT
 
The next hour flew by as she worked on the clam chowder. Setting down the spoon, she moved back to the tomato soup. Judging it cool enough to put into the refrigerator, she grabbed the handles of the stock pot and started to pour it into a storage container.
Jim breezed through the door as she was finishing. Like always, she totally lost her concentration when he walked into the room. Soup sloshed over the side of the container. She cursed roundly, as the soup scalded her hand.
Turning to the sink, she turned the water on and rinsed the soup off of her hand. Jim hurried over and said, “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m just a klutz. It’s not your fault.”
Jim looked at her and said, “That looks really red.”
Elle waved her hand and said, “Not too bad. The soup wasn’t that hot.”
He reached out and put his hand on her wrist, gently steering her hand back to the sink. Turning the water on cool, he moved it back under the stream. They stood there for a few moments, his hand circling her wrist as she let the water run over it.
Reaching out with her other hand she turned the water off and said, “It’s fine now. I promise.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, concerned.
Rolling her eyes now, she said, “Yes. I’m sure. I’m totally fine. I burn myself quite frequently. It’s part of the job.”
He eyed the red blotch on her hand and frowned again, unconvinced.
“Would it make you feel better if I put something cold on it?” she asked.
“If it’s not a lot less red after we eat, then yes,” he said.
“We?” she asked.
“Yeah, we. I’ve tried to get you to go out with me a couple of times now. I figure this is the only way you’ll let me buy you dinner,” he said with a grin.
She smiled now. He was such a flirt.
“You know. If you keep asking, one of these days I’m going to think you’re serious, Jim,” she said, moving toward the food he’d set on the counter. Then she asked, “Which one of these is mine?” as she rifled through the brown paper bag.
When she looked up, he was staring at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He finally asked, “What makes you think I’m not serious? I’ve been flirting with you for months.”
Elle blinked, confused for a minute, and said, “Honestly, I thought it was a proximity thing. When everyone gets together, we’re the only two single people. I didn’t realize you were serious.”
“I see that,” he said. “Proximity? You don’t give yourself a lot of credit, Elle.”
Reaching for one of the containers, he opened it then passed it over to her.
Picking up her fork, she shrugged at him and said, “I’m just a realist.”
He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, then said, “Elle,” and sighed.
They moved into the office and sat on the couch. Digging into their food, they were both silent for a few minutes.
Finally, Jim asked, “What did you mean, you’re a realist?”
Elle snorted and said, “Come on. You know you’re ridiculously hot. I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”
Jim grinned and said, “Thanks, but why wouldn’t I be interested in you?”
“You could be dating willowy models. I’m not saying I’m ugly, but I’m pretty average. Not willowy in the slightest,” Elle said, shrugging.
“The willowy model types you think I should be dating don’t have much substance in my experience. They’re usually looking for a leg up in the entertainment industry or they’re after my money. I prefer my women…real. You’re very much my type,” he said, looking her directly in the eye now.
Flushing, Elle smiled and said, “Good to know.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes as Elle thought over everything he said. Popping open the can of Diet Coke he’d brought with him, she took a swig and said, “This has certainly been an enlightening meal but I have to get back to work now.”
“So you’re going to put me out of my misery and let me take you on an actual date, right?” he asked.
Nodding slowly, she said, “That would be nice.”
He asked, “What are you doing Friday?”
Elle winced and said, “I’m working late. Evening event.”
“Saturday?”
Considering, she said, “I should be free after 5:00 p.m. What did you have in mind?”
“Let me think about that,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “What’s your number? I’ll call you once I figure it out.”
Elle rattled off her cell phone number. He dialed. A moment later, her phone rang in her apron pocket.
“Now you’ve got mine,” he said. “Lemme see your hand.”
He reached out and took her wrist, inspecting the part of her hand that she’d burnt. Sighing, he said, “It looks better. Sorry about that.”
“Again,” she said, “totally not your fault. It will be perfectly fine tomorrow. What do I owe you for dinner?”
He shook his head and said, “I’ve got dinner. It was well worth the cost of your lemon chicken to finally clear the air between us.”
“Thank you for dinner then,” she said, smiling.
“Don’t work too late, Elle. Be careful please,” he said, gesturing to her hand.
Elle grinned and said, “Only an hour or so left. I’ll be careful.”
“Night,” he said as he walked toward the kitchen door.
She gave him a little wave and said, “Night.”
 
ADULT EXCERPT
                                                                   
Standing up now, he moved toward her. He’d been watching her mess with the hem of her dress since she’d arrived. He’d been getting small, tantalizing glimpses of her smooth thighs for the better part of an hour now. She was driving him crazy and seemed to have no idea.
She got off the couch now, smiling, and said, “I had almost given up on dinner.”
He pulled her into his arms and asked, “Would you mind putting off dinner a few minutes? I’ve got something I need to take care of.”
Looking at him curiously now, she said, “Oh?”
He nodded and the leaned down to take her mouth with his. Nibbling her bottom lip gently, he mumbled, “Super important.”
When she sighed against his lips, he deepened the kiss. As tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with hers, he stroked his hand down her back to press her even closer to him. His hands moved down to settle on the curves of her ass. He immediately heard a low moan in the back of her throat and felt himself harden.
Breaking his mouth away from hers, he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, pressing soft, biting kisses against her neck. When he gently sucked on the patch of flesh where her neck and shoulder met, he felt her shudder slightly against him. She pressed closer and rolled her hips against him.
Groaning, he pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and said, “Every time you messed with the hem of your dress, it gave me this overwhelming desire to bury my face between your thighs. Would you mind?”
He felt her sharp intake of breath, then a moment later she laughed and said, “Literally anytime you want to, I can make myself available for that.”
With a groan, he captured her mouth with his again. The kiss grew wild, quickly. Her hands slid around his waist and up his back. She pulled him until he was flush against her. The only thing that separated them was clothing and he had every intention of correcting that particular issue very soon.
He moved them slowly back toward his desk and sat her on the edge, pushing the skirt of her dress up. Standing between her thighs now, he pulled back from the kiss. Pressing his lips to her throat again, he began swirling his tongue against her skin.
He cupped one breast in his palm and felt her nipple pebble under his touch as he moved his fingers against it. He continued to massage her breast gently with his palm until he heard her breathing increase slightly. He moved his hand lower to the damp heat between her thighs and discovered that the filmy lace was soaked.
On a groan, he sank to his knees. Helping her shift, he pulled the panties down her legs and slid them over the heels she wore. He stared at her now and felt another wave of lust hit him. He could see the evidence of her arousal against the now bare lips of her pussy.
He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her open and leaned forward. Running his tongue in a circular motion around her swollen clitoris, he heard her sharp intake of breath. When he slid two fingers into her tight channel, she gave a moan.
Pumping them into her with a steady rhythm, he shifted his mouth slightly, making direct contact with her clit for the first time. He felt her flutter around his fingers as she cried out. Working his fingers against her, he rubbed the flat of his tongue in time with the press of his hand.
She was whimpering with each stroke of his tongue and he could feel her tightening and fluttering around his fingers.

Todays Guest Author- Julie Shelton

Welcome Julie Shelton!!!

Today we find out about her upcoming release Keeping Sarah, followed by an interview with one of the main characters!

Julie has also answered questions about her book and her life as a writer. Then because we can't get enough Julie, read about her other books Owning Sarah and Loving Sarah!


  KEEPING SARAH!  
Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road.  Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life.  They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered at the club for a slave auction being held the following night.  Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional and physical commitment between Jesse and Adam.  They already trust each other with their lives.  Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.   KEEPING SARAH ADULT EXCERPT Then Jesse turned to Sarah.  Bending down, he put his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor.  Turning her in his arms, he unhooked the garters, then unlaced the corset, letting it fall to the silk carpet.  As soon as the beautiful, but restrictive garment fell away from her, Sarah took the first deep breath she’d had in hours.  “Step out of your shoes, baby,” he crooned, rolling down her stockings and removing them one foot at a time.  “Now bend over and grab your ankles.  I owe you a spanking.” With a whimper, she assumed the undignified position, her second of the night, wrapping her fingers around her ankles while he got on his knees behind her to remove the vibrators from her pussy and ass.  Dropping the toys on top of the crumpled corset, he palmed her ass cheeks, his flexing fingers making deep indentations in her sweet flesh.  “Spread your legs, baby, or you’re gonna fall over.”  A smile curved his lips upward as she slid her feet outward.  God, I love this ass!  He slapped her sharply, the sound and her subsequent cry loud in the quiet room.  “Count,” was all he said, transfixed by the erotic sight of his handprint blooming on her skin, first white, then red. “Y-yes, Master.  O-one.” “How many have you earned tonight, slave?” “Ten, Master.”  Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her position. “There will be no warm-up, so I’ll make them quick.  Count them all.”  In rapid succession, he delivered ten blistering swats to her backside and by the time she counted the last one, her ass was fiery red and she was sobbing in pain. Crap, that hurt!  And yet, it felt so good.  So damn good.  The heat from her ass seemed to be having an effect on her clit, as if the two were connected by wires pulsing and crackling with electricity.  Her sobs turned into moans as he stroked and kneaded the heat more deeply into her flesh, sending it straight to her pussy until her clit felt like it was on fire. Still gripping her ass cheeks, he lowered his head, slanting it sideways to flick the tip of his tongue across her throbbing little nub.  She jerked and cried out as pleasure consumed her.  Then he straightened, pulling her up after him, and steered her toward the bed.  If Adam was in sub-space, then Sarah was right there with him, lost and drifting and needing Jesse’s loving care.  It was now his duty and responsibility to love them and keep them safe and give them the pleasure they had both earned and richly deserved. “Climb up, baby,” he said, assisting her up onto the bed.  “On your hands and knees above Adam, pussy over his face, head over his cock.”  As he was talking, he, too, was getting on the bed, crawling across its enormous expanse toward Adam’s feet.  “Legs apart,” he ordered and Adam slid his feet across the silky sheets.  “Prepare Sarah.” At the quiet command, Sarah’s core convulsed again, sending out another gush of fresh cream.  God, she was so ready to come!  She had been so highly aroused for so long, now that it was finally going to happen, it was all she could focus on.  Without warning, Adam reached up and stroked his fingers through her slit, from front to back before thrusting two fingers deep inside her sheath hovering so tantalizingly above his head.  He pressed his thumb against her puckered anal opening, pushing insistently, until the muscle relaxed and sucked it in.  Sarah stopped breathing.  With wicked skill, he thrust in and out of both her anus and vagina, pinching the membrane between his thumb and fingers as he stroked, quickly re-stoking the fires of need in her sex, burning just beneath the surface.  A thin, high wail escaped her lips as pleasure devoured her. “Christ, Jess,” Adam muttered over the wet, sucking noises his fingers were making as he pumped them in and out of Sarah’s sheath, “you should see what I’m seeing.  Our little slave has the most succulent pussy in the world.  And it’s dripping all over the place.” “Sarah,” Jesse ordered, “Take Adam into your mouth.”   EDITOR’S COMMENTS ON KEEPING SARAH “I heartily enjoyed this book. It’s truly an erotic BDSM ménage epic, and it’s extremely well written. The locations are sweeping and exotic, the food is lusciously described, the sex scenes are plentiful and romantic and delightfully perverse. Pacing is breezy throughout, even though this is a fairly long novel, and the suspense plot keeps the reader wanting more. It’s excellent that the menage relationship features a lot of hot M/M scenes between Jesse and Adam, not to mention the pegging by Sarah. I can’t compliment Keeping Sarah highly enough. Special mention should be made of the Sybian competition and slave auction scenes. These were both highly unique, beautifully written, disturbing, and felt like Sadean ceremonies. The Sybian competition had an exuberance and weirdness about it that was both comical and surreal. It showed great imagination.   The slave auction was nightmarish—imagining this secret organization existing was very frightening. The poetic details were what really made it—the fact that the boy being auctioned was chubby and albino, the disturbing concept of “pony girls,” and the appearance of the sinister Mistress Diabolica. I loved it.”  J  www.bookstrand.com/keeping-sarah    CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER 1.  Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation? My name is Jesse Colter.  I’m 32, a former SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, the small, sleepy town I grew up in.  My childhood basically sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used me for his punchin’ bag—until I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he pretty much steered clear of me after that.  I never knew my Native American mother.  She disappeared before I was outta diapers.  My father always claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her one night in a drunken rage and disposed of her body.  I came to my author’s attention the day I rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from fallin’ out of a tree.  Actually, that’s not quite true.  I came to her attention long before that.  She just had to think about me for a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who rescued Sarah.  She wanted us to have a happy ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to us. (Lol)   2.  What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them? Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love.  I met her the summer she was 13.  I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up.  I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground.  Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me!  I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me.  She was this amazin’ combination of child and adult.  She grew up rich, but her childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten.  Just ignored.  Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and nannies.  She was the first person who treated me like I really mattered, you know?  The first person who ever really listened to me.  She actually valued my opinion!  She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite books just so she could have someone to discuss them with.  She turned me into an avid reader, for which I’ll always be grateful. When I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty and had filled out.  Boy, had she filled out!  God, she was so gorgeous and I knew I was in trouble.  When I was at work, I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her.  But I was bad news.  Six years older than her, a biker, and a Dom.  And even though I suspected she was a natural submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin her life.  After all, she was rich, the daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats, while I was the bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town drunk.  At that point, my life was a steamin’ pile of crap.  What kind of a future could I possibly give her?  I didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every night in my dreams.  I tried to stay away from her, but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a truck and goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me.  Boy, were they pissed!  Then, three years later, my cousin overheard a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth birthday party and havin’ some “fun.”  The minute he told me I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to try and stop ’em.  I managed to keep the one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly did.  I left town that night.  Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to the only person who’d ever really mattered to me.  I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found myself the next mornin’ standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the Navy recruitment office.  I enlisted that day.  I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy, but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did, with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long years.  It was a crappy thing to do because it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us.  Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life makin’ it up to her.  Because now that I have her, I can’t imagine ever livin’ without her.   3.  What’s your greatest fear? My greatest fear is losin’ Sarah.  I already lost her once, that night I left town.  It took me eight year to admit how much I needed her, and how wrong I’d been to leave her.  I nearly lost her again when I introduced her to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and we told her we wanted to share her in a D/s menage relationship.  Adam was already in love with her just from hearin’ me talk about her while we were servin’ with the SEALs over in Afghanistan.  But I needn’t have worried.  As soon as they met each other, the attraction was instantaneous.  It was like…completin’ the circle.  Then I almost lost her when her ex-fiance tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of her money.  Fortunately we got to her in time.  But the absolute worst was a few months ago, when that SOB who’d nearly raped her got out of prison.  He kidnapped her and sold her to Viktor Sokolov, an international slave trafficker.  They nearly got away with it, too.   Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her in time to stop Sokolov from flyin’ her out of the country and beyond our reach.  In our latest adventure, Keeping Sarah, we are surrounded by danger.   4.  What’s your motto in life? No secrets.  There must be open, honest communication at all times about everything.  It’s the only way a D/s relationship, especially a menage, can survive and flourish.   5.  How do the other characters in your book view you? My best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle and integrity.  We love and admire each other as friends, brothers, and finally, in Keeping Sarah,as lovers.  It’s a development I’m not sure I’m ready for, even though I know the feelin’s between us have been developin’ for a long time.  But Adam can be very persuasive, and knows exactly which buttons to push, although he and Sarah practically have to stage an intervention to get me over the final hurdle.  Sarah, the love of my life, sees me as macho, bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying.  Oops, I forgot sexy (lol).  She also sees me as one of the two men who love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her from harm.  The bad guys view me as their worst nightmare. 6.  What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?   I’m sexy as hell (lol).  No, really.  I am.  I love fiercely and forever, and will fight to the death to protect those I cherish.  I don’t suffer fools lightly and I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any women.  Women are to be loved, revered, protected and treasured.  With a few spankings, a little harmless torture and lots of orgasms thrown in just to spice things up a bit.  I am, after all, a Dom.  [Grins]   7.  What was your happiest moment? The first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up at me, beggin’ me to let her come…I knew I had found my joy.  I knew I would spend the rest of my life wantin’ to make her scream with pleasure.   8.  What trait in others do you find most deplorable? Dishonesty and lack of respect.   9.  What is your favorite time of day? First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I wake up with Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious.  We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much we adore her.   Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to us.  We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.  AUTHOR INTERVIEW WITH JULIE SHELTON! Can you tell us a little about your new book that’s coming out on August 7th? Keeping Sarah is my third contemporary BDSM ménage romance for Siren Publishers.  It is the third and final installment in the series which began with Loving Sarah, published in 2012,and its sequel, Owning Sarah, published last September.  By the time I finished writing Loving Sarah, it was clear to me that I had enough material for more than one book, hence the sequel, Owning Sarah.  Both are MFM ménages.  But even though Owning Sarah ended with Sarah, Jesse and Adam’s wedding and their happy ending, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three characters.  I couldn’t help but feel that Jesse and Adam needed to explore the feelings they were developing for each other as well as for their beloved wife, Sarah.  So, Keeping Sarah was born.  But this is Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair and nothing comes easy for them.  So, in addition to telling Jesse and Adam’s evolving love story, Keeping Sarah is also a harrowing thrill ride of deadly car chases, Albanian blood feuds, a sex slave auction, murder, betrayal, and gut-wrenching intrigue. Please tell us how the idea came to you for Jesse Colter, your main hero.  Be sure to include all the fun details. It started with his name.  Jesse Colter.  It was the perfect name for a Dominant, alpha hero.  I spent months thinking about him and coming up with a compelling back-story for him.   Abandoned by his Native American mother, neglected and abused by his alcoholic bully of a father, Jesse is embittered, angry and going nowhere fast.  At age nineteen, he takes a summer job as part-time gardener at the Marshall estate and meets thirteen-year-old Sarah Marshall.  To a hardened biker and sexual Dominant, Sarah Marshall is like some fey, magical creature from another world, and he is enchanted by her.  For the first time in his life, Jesse has someone who thinks he’s wonderful.  Someone who listens to him and values his opinion.  Someone who makes him laugh and who cares for him.  Sarah Marshall quickly becomes someone precious to him.  Someone to treasure and protect.  Someone to love.  At first he loves her as an adult loves a child. But as Sarah grows into a beautiful, voluptuous young woman who makes no effort to hide her growing love for him, Jesse is terrified that his carnal feelings for her and his Dominant nature will end up destroying the one thing he treasures most—Sarah Marshall.  So he leaves their small town of Marshall’s Creek and joins the Navy, becoming a SEAL.  Eight years of grueling training and dangerous missions give him a sense of identity and self-worth.  He realizes that he is a man of honor and integrity and is finally able to admit to himself that he needs Sarah in order to make him complete.  Determined to do whatever it takes to win her trust and her love, he returns to Marshall’s Creek.  That’s where their love story begins in Loving Sarah.  It continues in Owning Sarah, and finishes with a bang in Keeping Sarah.What influenced you to send your first book to a publisher? How long did it take? I spent four years writing, editing, polishing, re-writing Loving Sarah.  It was a never-ending cycle.  Then I lost it.  Completely wiped it out of my computer.  I was devastated.  The thought of having to recreate an entire 400-page novel from scratch was so daunting, I fell into a deep depression.  Then around four months after I lost it, I had to print something and that’s when I discovered that the entire novel, minus the last 15 pages, was still in the print queue.  I was elated!  And I knew that I had to send it off to a publisher immediately, before my ignorance of computers caused something else to happen to it.  Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to, mainly because they published a lot of my favorite authors.  Around three weeks after I sent it to them, they emailed me and asked me to make a few changes.  I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes.  They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript. Could you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write? Sure.  LoraLeighMayaBanksCheriseSinclairSophieOakLisaMarieRiceLaurenDaneJoeyWHillLeahBrookeEdenBradleyKristenAshleyLexiBlakeShaylaBlackFionaArcherLyndaAicher—and that’s just her first name!  My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels. Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories? When I put music on, it’s to listen to it, so I usually find it distracting when I’m writing because I want to sing or hum along with it.  It’s hard to write when you’re bopping around in your chair, singing at the top of your lungs, lol If you could collaborate with one author who would it be? Good grief, there’s no way I could pick just one!  Go to the list above, close your eyes and point.  I’ll go with her.What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had? Years ago I was watching the movie, Becket (with Richard Burton and Peter o’Toole).  In one scene there was a minor female character dressed in a blue gown.  I was finishing my BA in French at the time and doing extensive research on life in a thirteenth-century French castle. Well, the minute I saw that gown, an entire romance novel sprang into my mind.  I couldn’t write it down fast enough.  And since I was taking all my research notes on 3 x 5 index cards, that’s what I wrote the novel on.  I wound up with two shoeboxes full of index cards, one with all my research notes, the second with my novel.  Last year I transcribed the entire book onto my computer and that became Dark Warrior, my third book for Siren, published in January of this year. What are you working on now? Oh, I am so glad you asked that!  I am nearly half-way through with Passion’s Dream, the first book in my new Passion Lake series.  It’s a series of books about a bunch of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies, all characters in the three Sarah books, who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek and turn it into a profitable tourist attraction.  Passion’s Dream is about Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, who is hired to protect Leah Stanhope, a woman with whom he had a brief encounter three years ago on a California beach.  When their location is compromised, he brings her to his ranch in Passion Lake, where he has plenty of friends who are willing to help keep her safe while he devotes himself to proving that he wants and needs her in his life.  Permanently. Look for Passion’s Dream, Passion’s Fury, and Passion’s Hope, the first three exciting books in the Passion Lake series, at the beginning of 2015. Below is a brief excerpt from Passion’s Dream. Unperturbed by her anger, he reached out and placed his fingertips against her cheek. She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been turned to stone.  “Don’t touch me!”  She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper. Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck.  He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation.  The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her bikini top.  When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material.  When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts. “Don’t—”It was a choked whisper.  She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand.  She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers.  ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.” “Ah, yes.”  His lips twisted.  “The ever-devoted fiance.  Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top downward and outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts.  “Tell me about him.  What’s it like making love to an old man?” She should have pushed him away.  She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them.  Instead, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web. Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he lifted his other hand to shape the back of her head, his long fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair.  “Does his touch arouse you?”  Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips.  “Set you on fire?”  The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.  “Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?  Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead.  “Or does he kiss you like a lover?  Like this”—and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue. Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late.  The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming.  Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him.  The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp.  Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the thin strip of fabric that was her bikini bottom.  She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock.  She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest.  Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water.  Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her. Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up.  They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately. Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water.  In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent.  Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.  Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin.  God, he tasted so good!  He felt so good!  She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat.  Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still.  She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control.  This is a mistake!  This is a colossal mistake!  AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY    Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands.  One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep. A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years.  During that time she created and wrote all the original material for Kidstuff,a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource.  She has also written other resource materials for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers. Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex. MY LINKS Amazon author page:  http://amzn.to/IEAADL Website:  http://bit.ly/Nn2gPE Facebook author page:  http://on.fb.me/19nGsh2 LinkedIn Profile:  http://linkd.in/1gYBG9p LOVING SARAH!    Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him. She has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn.  Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart?  Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males. But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge.  Someone is stalking her.  Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison?  Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness?  Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her?  Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?   LOVING SARAH -- ADULT EXCERPT “Greedy little sub,” Adam chuckled.  He manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison.  It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ.  “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit.  He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily. She was gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to hold off her climax. “Do not come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and looking at it for a long moment before taking it into his mouth.  “God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue back and forth along the length of her slit, just barely touching that nerve-ridden nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure and her torment.  “Like sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet cream.” She lay there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his tongue into the depths of her cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of reach.  The orgasm she so desperately craved, yet knew she must not have.  The one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body. Adam pushed her right up to the edge.  Then stopped. He straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly as yet another orgasm retreated.  He reveled in the power her submission gave him.  Power to control, to direct, to manipulate.  Power to render her helpless against her body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to the ultimate in sexual pleasure.  “You do not have permission to come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more round red globes into his mouth.  He released her pussy lips and stood up to allow Jesse to take his place. A sob heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her body’s brutal need to climax. Jesse spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her entire slit from her clenching ass hole at the bottom to the portal of her vagina and her clit at the very top.  Her flesh was pink and swollen and dripping with the cream of her arousal.  By now the remaining grapes were held firmly in place within her vaginal walls.  Jesse rubbed his nose along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance, making her shudder and squirm.  Placing his palm over her mound, he pressed down.  “Push,” he said and a grape popped out onto his tongue. He bit into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of tart sweetness that blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it the most delicious treat he’d ever eaten.  He ate all the remaining grapes, taking his time to dig each one out, finger-fucking her, building her arousal to a fever pitch.  By the time he finished the last one, she was moaning and writhing and burning with the need to come.  “Please, Jesse,” she begged, her voice hoarse with passion.  “Please….” “Please what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he slowly circled his finger around  her clit, manipulating the surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl itself, keeping her teetering on the edge, frantic and desperate. It was pure torture and she gritted her teeth and stiffened her muscles in a losing effort to keep her climax at bay.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.  “Please let me come,” she begged. “I don’t know.”  Jesse tilted his head, appearing to consider.  As he did so, he began tapping his thumb repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a hundred-fold. Oh.  My.  God!  The breath shuddered from her lungs.  Her muscles clenched so tight she feared she‘d never get them to relax again.  She squirmed as her need to climax threatened to swallow her alive.  “Whaddya think, Adam?  Has she earned the right to come?” Sarah’s beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter, who gave her a sly smile as he reached for her clamped breasts.  “Yeah.  She’s been a pretty good girl.” “Then come for us, Sarah,”  Jesse toggled her clit, Adam released the clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek as her orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche, blasting through her, leveling everything in its path.  Her back arched into a rigid bow as pleasure clenched her muscles so tight, she thought she heard bones snapping.  And while she was still screaming and jerking about wildly, Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans, freeing his iron-hard cock.  Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her, stroking savagely in and out until she came again, her muscles clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed. And again she came, with tremors so violent they rivaled a magnitude 10 earthquake, even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her.  He pulled out and Adam took his place until he, too, climaxed, emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt.  He remained deeply buried, rocking his hips hard against her, letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk every last drop of come from his pumping cock.  There was so much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs.  Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out, staggering backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand still stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the combination of all their juices. Sarah flopped back on the table, jerking like a spastic marionette, totally spent, wondering desperately where all the oxygen had gone. She was dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the table and flopping into the nearest chair with her straddling his lap, holding her close, crooning softly in her ear.  His voice came at her from a great distance, gradually fading until there was nothing but silence.  She had passed out.   BUY LINKS FOR LOVING SARAH Amazon:  http://amzn.to/18BMwQe Barnes & Noble:  http://bit.ly/1bv0Pmt Siren-Bookstrand:  http://bit.ly/IOPGpE Kobobooks:  http://bit.ly/19Pmv0z GooglePlay:  http://bit.ly/1g4GSYk Owning Sarah!      It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone. He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there. Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.   OWNING SARAH - ADULT EXCERPT ONE “There’s my good girl.” His face softened. “Look, sugar, I agree that this is your domain, where you’re in charge. I get it. What you don’t get is that you are only in charge if I’m not in here with you. Because then it becomes my domain, and I’m in charge, because no matter where we are, if we’re together, I am in charge of you. Are we clear?” When she didn’t answer, his eyes darkened. Pinioned by no more than his black gaze and the hand tightening around her neck, she might just as well have been tightly restrained. She couldn’t move. Not even when he took the final step that closed the distance between them, commandeering her personal space, dark intent in his eyes and raw hunger in every savage line of his face. She held her breath. Her nipples hardened and her stomach plummeted. “Jesse…” One black eyebrow shot up. “Are we clear, baby?” She gulped, struggling to maintain her swiftly-vanishing equilibrium. “Y-yes, Jesse.” “Good. Glad that’s settled. Now, I believe I gave you a direct order, Sarah. But since you seem to be incapable of following it, I’ll help.” She watched, aghast, as he shoved her chair out of the way with his foot, sending it scooting across the marble floor. With both hands, he unbuttoned her teal silk blouse, jerked the tails out of the waistband of her skirt and removed it, tossing it casually onto the seat of her chair. Reaching behind her, he deftly unclasped her ecru lace bra and pulled it off, revealing her creamy breasts to his hot, hard gaze. Folding the scrap of lace carefully, he stuffed it into the flapped pocket on the left leg of his cargoes. “Offer your breasts to me, Sunny.” She gulped. Sunny. The name he and Adam had given her—the slave name he and Adam had given her. The name that let her know that a scene had officially started and she was their property until they saw fit to release her. Swallowing again, she curved her hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, lifting them up as if sacrificing them to a pagan god. Every cell in his body burst into vibrant, throbbing life. He tried to swallow, but all the moisture in his mouth had evaporated and he couldn’t get his tongue to work. Christ! She wrecked him! She simply wrecked him! He still couldn’t believe he finally had her after needing her for so long. Eight years! Eight fuckin’ years! “Jesus, sugar, your breasts are so gorgeous.” It was a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the blood pounding in his ears. His head descended. He closed his lips around one berry-like nipple and began suckling hard, flicking his tongue across the tight little nub like a scourge, sending ribbons of pleasure lashing against her clit. Whimpering, she dropped her head back and arched forward, undulating her hips as she sought more of his exquisite torture. Roughly replacing her hands with his, he plumped the soft pillows of her breasts as his mouth ravaged her nipples, going back and forth from one to the other, licking, sucking, taking sharp little nips that made her squeal, before soothing her with his tongue. Spiraling higher and higher toward release, she could feel her juices running freely down the insides of her thighs. God, she was close…So close… Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her, and bent her forward, smashing her wet breasts against the cluttered, glass-covered desktop. Jeez, that’s cold. She sucked in a gasp as he roughly hiked her skirt up around her waist. Cool air brushed across the exposed skin of her buttocks. “Hands over your head, baby, grab the front edge of the desk and spread your legs.” “Jesse, please,” she gasped, shoulders straining against his superior strength as he man-handled her into the position he wanted. “Judge Walters’s clerk is on his way over here. He’ll be here any minute!” “Then I suggest you get a move on, little sub.” “Jesse, please…” She continued to resist, even as tremors of need pulsed through her until she was shaking all over. Part of her, the prim and proper, sexually repressed part, the part she’d named Angel, told her to defy him, since he was clearly out of line by coming into her office like this, expecting her to just drop everything and have wild, desktop sex. The other part of her, the inner, wanton, hedonistic imp she’d named Dolores, knew defiance was pointless. Knew she’d already lost this particular battle. Justdo it, goaded Dolores’s shrill little voice in her head. Let him bend you over the desk. Let him force you to have sex—yeah, like he’d have to force you. After all, Dolores clapped her hands gleefully, seeing she had Sarah’s rapt attention, what’s the worst thing that can happen? The hottest man on the face of the planet will fuck you to the best orgasm of your life, that’s what! Really not seein’ the problem here, sweetcakes! Unfortunately this was the part that always got her into trouble. Because ever since Jesse and Adam had come into her life, this was the part she always listened to. “What if someone just walks right in? They’ll see…” “Time’s a-wastin’, Sarah.” Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed the elastic waistband of her teal silk and ecru lace panties and yanked them down until they caught halfway down her thighs, stretched to their limit. “Close your legs.” Barely giving her enough time to slide her feet together, he lifted one booted foot, placed it between her legs atop the bunched fabric and shoved the panties down to the floor. “Step out.” Kicking the scrap of brightly colored silk out of the way with the toe of his boot, he unzipped his jeans, freeing the iron rod of his cock. With a low groan, he rocked his hips forward, humping his hot, damp cock into the crease of her ass. “Christ, sugar, you feel so fuckin’ good! I’ve been dreamin’ about this all damn day.”     BUY LINKS FOR OWNING SARAH Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1jLSwdJ Barnes & Noble:  http://bit.ly/18AOP2T Siren-Bookstrand:  http://bit.ly/1g4JPbr Kobobooks:  http://bit.ly/1dYj0Ec              

Todays Guest Author - Andrew Jericho

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, transgender hero, HEA]
Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.
While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.
The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
 
Excerpts:
Story Excerpt:
Watching as Levon moved towards the front desk, Reed’s eyes became fixated on a sketch that stood alone in the corner. Unlike all of the other framed drawings, this one rested on a golden easel. Breathtaking. Smiling at his thought, Reed moved closer to the image of what looked like three pairs of hands intimately twined. There weren’t any faces, just arms that seemed to appear from the edges of the paper. Reed felt himself flush, when he realized that the three pairs of hands were masculine. Amazing detail. Such tenderness. Moving his hand towards the glass of the frame, Reed ran his fingers across the image.
“That sketch is one of my favorites. However, it’s not for sale.”
Hearing a smooth mellow voice next to his ear, Reed turned to stare into deep green eyes. Mesmerizing. Feeling himself blush again, he quickly looked back at the drawing, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Hating the fire he felt in his cheeks, Reed knew this time it wasn’t from the entwined hands.
The man standing behind him was at least as tall as Levon, maybe an inch or so taller. He had straight, dark brown hair, cut in a shag, which fell almost to his shoulders. A few bangs hung on his forehead, stopping right at the top of his eyebrows. The haircut perfectly framed the angles of his face. To add to the effect, he was wearing a pair of black slacks with a forest-green dress shirt. The combination only further highlighted those mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a twinge of guilt for the romantic attraction he felt, Reed was thankful when Levon returned from the front desk, draping an arm around his waist.
“Is this man bothering you?” Levon asked, as Reed felt him hook a few fingers through the belt loops of his pants.
Before Reed had a chance to reply, the stranger spoke, looking at Levon, “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself to your partner.”
“Husband,” Levon quickly spoke. “I’m assuming that you are Avery Gaines?”
Reed watched Levon decline the hand that was offered to him. Instead, Avery crossed his arms across his chest.
“Mr. Gaines, are you aware of who I am?” Levon asked, tightening his grip around Reed’s body.
“Yes, you’re Levon Kruger, drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, and this is your husband, Reed Collins. I have fairly eclectic tastes in the arts, and one of those is rock music. Besides, both of your faces have been plastered on a few tabloids in the last week or so with rumors that you have quit Hardcore.”
“Then you know that I’m a transman?” Reed cut in.
“I know you’re a very handsome gay male, if that’s what you mean?” Avery responded, as Reed caught his gaze once more. “Levon, you are quite lucky.”
“Quit flirting with my husband!” Levon spoke sharply.
“I know Reed belongs to you, and likewise. I see the love that you both share, and I’m not trying to come between that, nor would I ever. I was not flirting, merely stating a fact. Levon, if you weren’t so worried about establishing your relationship to your husband with me, then you would have noticed my eyes subtly expressing that fact about you as well.”
“Okay, stop it!” Reed cut in. “What’s wrong with you, Levon, and frankly you too, Avery? I’m assuming that I can call you that, Mr. Gaines, after this episode. My husband and I came here to thank you for buying our meal this morning, and to find out the reason.”
“To be quite honest, I am surprised that both of you are here. Whose idea was that?” Avery asked.
Reed stood quietly, watching as the artist looked directly at Levon’s face.
“The idea was mine,” Levon replied, staring at Reed instead.
“I see.”
“I like to be careful when it comes to who I have contact with, particularly now, since I am responsible for more than just myself.”
“I haven’t been completely truthful. While I didn’t know whether or not I would see the two of you again, I was hoping that I would. That’s why I left my card with the waitress. I bought your meal because it’s not every day that someone sees two men so openly in love, and outwardly expressing those same feelings. I think your husband has already figured out that I am gay, based on his interpretation of my sketch.”
“I didn’t make any type of interpretation.”
“Yes you did,” Avery replied. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and your fingertips tracing the image beneath the glass.”
“I told you to quite flirting with Reed! That’s the last time I will tell you! The next time my fist will make the point!”
“I don’t believe you really want to do that. My day job as a forensic and police sketch artist requires me to be acutely aware of the human body. As part of my training, I studied facial expressions, mannerisms, in additional to the anatomy and physiology of the human body. The body language from you speaks otherwise.”
“Oh really!” Levon said sarcastically, moving within an inch of Avery’s face.
Stepping between the pair, Reed realized that both men were oblivious to his presence, as he watched his husband’s gaze lock with Avery’s eyes.
“The other reason I paid for your breakfast was because I felt an instant attraction to both of you, not just Reed, as you so wrongly perceived. Now, before that statement is misconstrued into something cheap and ugly, I am not in the habit of paying for other men’s breakfast in the hopes of returning them to my studio for a quick seduction! In fact this is the first time I have done anything like this.”
 
Adult Excerpt:
“Keep kissing him, sexy,” Avery spoke.
Avery finally released his legs from his forearms, wrapping them instead around his waist.
“I love you, too, Avery,” Reed finally replied.
“Sweetness, I love you…damn, how I love you.” Avery groaned. “I’m all the way inside you, sweetheart.”
Reed released Levon’s mouth. For just a moment, he lost himself in the touch of the man with the mesmerizing green eyes. His hands tangled in Avery’s hair as their lips moved in sweet passion against each other’s mouth. Next Reed’s hands began to explore the artists’ back, moving quickly to his buttocks. He was matching each of Avery’s gentle trusts with rocking movements of his own.
“Don’t make me come inside you, Reed,” Avery said. “I’ve still got to bond with Levon.”
Reed protested when Avery withdrew his dick. The artist now had his husband beneath his body, as Reed saw the passion unfolding between the pair.
“Hi,” Avery whispered sensually against Levon’s lips.
“Hi yourself, Gaines,” Levon replied.
Reed was so close to release. His groin ached and he felt his cock throbbing. Seeing Avery and Levon’s passionate kissing only fueled his fire.
“Suck your husband, Reed,” Avery said.
At Avery’s command, Reed’s mouth went flush with Levon’s body, as he took his husband’s entire length into his mouth.
“Reed, dammit! That’s how to suck a dick!”
“I love you, sexy, so much,” Avery murmured against Levon’s lips.
“Honey, I love you, too,” Levon replied.
Hearing their whispered words of love flooded Reed’s heart with a passion unlike any he had ever experienced before. Levon’s cock was filling his mouth full of pre-cum, as he used his tongue to slowly lick the shaft from its base upwards to his husband’s swollen cockhead.
“Do you want me inside you, sexy?” Avery asked.
Reed watched as the artist gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Levon’s face. When Levon nodded, Reed saw the artist reaching for the lube. As Avery gelled two of his fingers, he used his other hand to push Levon’s thighs wide open.
“Gaines, my god!” Levon groaned.
“So tight,” Avery murmured.
Reed had a front row seat to the erotic foreplay that Avery was giving his husband. With each stroke of the artist’s fingers into Levon’s anal opening, Reed watched the skin open and then grip the digits inside him. While Reed continued the blow job, he also slipped two of his own fingers next to Averys’ inside Levon’s body. The sensation caused his husband to moan and buck his body upwards. Just as soon, as his fingers had slipped inside Levon’s body, Reed felt Avery removing them.
“Kiss your husband, Reed. Let him know we love him…that we care about his pleasure, too.”
“Aww, shit, Gaines!”
Reed glanced down to see Avery’s lips moving slowly down his husband’s hard dick. Levon was groaning against his lips. Seeing and hearing his husband’s pleasure had Reed insane with desire.
“His tongue—”
Hearing Levon groan again, instead of finishing his sentence, Reed asked, “His tongue, what?”
“Gaines’s tongue feels so good inside my ass.”
“He’s more than ready now, too,” Avery said.
Lying next to Levon on the bed, Reed spoke softly into his husband’s ear, “I love you, metal man. Let Avery make love to you, too.”
Avery was now topping Levon’s body, pushing the drummer’s legs back.
“I do understand, sexy, why you held your heart from me.”
“I had to be sure, Gaines.”
“Are you sure now, baby boy?”
Reed heard Levon’s sensual moan in reply. Avery’s cock was slowly slipping inside his husband.
“Damn…you feel just as good as Reed!” Avery said.
Avery had secured Levon’s right arm above his head, as his other hand was gently cupping the drummer’s left hip.
“That’s it, sexy. Meet my thrusts. Make love to me, baby boy.”
Reed was kissing Levon’s neck, listening to the pleasurable sounds escaping his partner’s mouth. The sound burned desire through his body, as it made his release all the more urgent. Reed felt restless, almost desperate in a sense, to bond his heart to the commitment that the three of them were creating.
“Reed, get your strap-on,” Avery spoke tenderly. “We’re ready to make love as a ménage of love.”
Reed rolled away from Levon’s body and retrieved his strap-on from the nightstand. Securing the dildo, with a harness, around his waist, he cuddled close to the drummer’s body once more.
“Good boy,” Avery replied, staring sensually into Reed’s eyes. “I’ve thought a great deal about tonight, and how I would be able to join three bodies at the same time. One of us has to be double penetrated. That man is going to be you, Levon. Reed and I will be inside you. Three bodies kissing, caressing, their groins pressed so tight. Three hearts forever bonding.”
“Oh, Avery!” Reed murmured.
“That’s right, sweetness, just the three of us.”
Accepting the tube of slick from Avery’s hands, Reed applied the cool gel to the shaft of his dildo, rubbing the remainder in his palm against Levon’s opening. His eyes had not only seen Avery’s cock stretching Levon’s anal cavity, but now his fingers could feel the penetration. So damn erotic. Reed’s thoughts were quickly cycling from romantic, to sensual, and finally lingering in a world of eroticism, only to repeat the process.
Feeling Avery’s hard dick stretching his husband’s flesh caused Reed to linger a bit longer than he should. However, Avery said nothing, as Reed continued to rub his fingers erotically against the connection. Finding the artist’s sac, Reed caressed the swollen nuts.
“Reed, are you turned on by the fact that I’m inside your husband?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how much.”
“Neither can I,” Levon groaned. “Thrust, Avery, dammit!”
Reed watched as Avery slowly ground his hips against Levon’s pelvis. The drummer’s hands were clutching the artist’s buttocks.
“Babe, I want you inside me, too! We need this commitment with him.”
“Sweetness, you heard our bottom boy…put your dick in his ass.”
 
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 Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of  his books that explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s writing proves that love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.
Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.
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Todays Guest Author - Tina Donahue

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Hi Tina, tell us something about the book and yourself!
This Time When We Touch is an erotic paranormal and my first title with Siren. JIt’s about a love that has endured through time. Here’s the blurb and a short excerpt:

Blurb:
 
Fate has cruelly torn them apart through the centuries…
Endless desire and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.
 
Through numerous reincarnations, Jade Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder, always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their passion. Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then break fate’s deadly pattern.
Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to Jade to keep her safe.
In a contest of wills and shameless seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.
 Excerpt: 

What seemed to be love flared in the woman’s green eyes, further softening her features. A welcoming smile broke across her delicate mouth, creating two dimples.
Pure wonder overcame him. He couldn’t look at her enough to satisfy his lust, heart, and soul.
Reddish-brown hair, shiny and thick, cascaded down her back, the tendrils around her exquisite face wiggling in the wind. Her slender throat bobbed gently with her swallow. Even before he looked, he knew three moles circled her navel, the marks he’d been looking for.
It didn’t make sense. None of this did.
For some reason, he expected her to be wearing a yellow gown, elegant and modest in design.
Clothed in a thong the locals called fio dental or dental floss, she seemed unaware or unconcerned that its bronze color matched her skin, creating an illusion of nudity. The tips of her nipples strained against the stretchy fabric that barely contained her full breasts. No more than a scrap of cloth hid her cunt from him and not very well. The Lycra revealed the outline of her slit that led to her hot, wet sheath.
His lungs burned for air. Steadying himself, he dug his toes in the mud, feeling the bite of sand instead. Surprised and confused, he looked down.
Her voice whispered in his mind, “Esta vez cuando tocamosa.”
The words lingered, chasing away the remaining sounds until they disappeared, leaving a heavy silence. He managed a swallow and a shallow breath that left him hungry for more. Lifting his face, he stared at her, tenderness overwhelming him. Her voice, her promise echoed in his thoughts.
Esta vez cuando tocamosa. This time when we touch.
Hope roared through him with the arrogance of youth, followed by a broken man’s despair. He stopped lifting his hand to invite her closer. Unease crept through him. A warning rang in his mind to keep his distance, to do everything he could to keep her safe.
Above, a gull cried out, interrupting his apprehension, bringing with it the other sounds. Women laughed, men boasted, children shrieked. The reality and normalcy of the beach intruded.
Unsteady, Patrick blinked. What in the hell was happening?
Rubbing water from his eyes, he didn’t immediately look up, concerned that she’d vanished. That she hadn’t been real to begin with.
Her patient gaze told him how wrong he was. She regarded him as though no one else existed.
Patrick’s chest pumped with his erratic breaths. Blood flowed to his groin. His cock thickened painfully wanting inside her sweet cunt.
Just as he was about to act on impulse and go to her, a man from behind caught Patrick’s attention. He looked to be in his early thirties. Although she seemed unaware of him, he stared at her naked ass and legs, his attention more than appreciative. It was fucking possessive, possibly jealous. The kind of prick who talked with his fists to keep a woman in line.
Patrick went hot with outrage, his only thought to see that she was safe. He crossed the beach, stopping directly in front of her. She lifted her face to his, her expression guileless, brimming with what seemed to be adoration.
Baffled…grateful, he recalled her voice in his mind. Or what he thought had been her voice.
This time when we touch.
He remembered his concern, the insane idea that he had to protect her. From the guy behind her? Some other man? Or from himself?
The thought should have struck him as crazy, but he couldn’t dismiss it. Taking a step back, Patrick asked what he had to know but was afraid to face. “Who are you?”
 
 
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BIO:
 
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
 
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