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Spotlight on A Hero Inside by N.J. Young

Thank you for having me on your blog today! I am very excited to introduce your readers to the Price family. A Hero Inside is the first novella in my Love With A Price series. I’ve been spending a lot of time with the Price family, and I hope you all will love them as much as I do. I’m thrilled to tell you that the next two novellas in the Price series are already contracted and will be released over the next couple of months. Until then, enjoy the love story of Ethan and Tori…

A Hero Inside (Love With A Price, Book 1)

By: N.J. Young

Genre: Romance on the Go, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Seasonal/Holiday

Release Date: December 23, 2015

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Blurb

After bouncing around foster care homes as a kid, Tori Bennett abandoned her dream of having a family long ago. Instead, she is focused on saving money to finish her nursing degree, and seems content to adopt her best friend Becca’s family as her own.

On the eve of Thanksgiving, a handsome stranger saves Tori from a would-be robber. Tori can’t get this hero out of her head. Once she finds out he’s her best friend’s brother, life gets complicated.

Ethan Price has been running for years. After the death of his father, he shut down emotionally, deciding it’s easier to be alone than to deal with the pain of loving – and losing – someone.

Sparks ignite between Ethan and a gorgeous bartender after he saves her from a gunman. Once he finds out she’s the best friend of his little sister, Ethan has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stop running away and take a chance on love.

 

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About N.J. Young

N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing. 

Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels. 

N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.

 

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A Hero Inside Excerpt

Ethan watched as she took a deep breath and then looked at him. He wished she didn’t look at him like he was a hungry wolf waiting to devour her. But then, that was a fairly accurate comparison, wasn’t it? He did want to devour her. Every inch of her. Oh, he’d bet she tasted sweeter than any pie.

“So, cinnamon,” she said in a rush. “I know where Sally keeps her spices in the pantry.”

“Tori.” He tasted her name on his lips, but she ignored him, rushing by him and opening the door to the huge walk-in pantry. She flipped the light on and walked to the back of the room. Well, if this was the only chance he had to talk to her alone…

“What are you doing?” She whirled around as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.

“I want to talk to you.” He wanted more than that, but right now, he would settle for talking.

“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Dammit, she was putting up her shield again, and he wouldn’t let her. He’d seen the way she looked at him through dinner. He knew he wasn’t making it up in his head. It took him only a split second to make a decision.

“About this.” In two steps, he crossed to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him so their lower halves were pressed together. As hard as he was when he was near her, there was no doubt in his mind that she could feel the rigid line of his erection pressed against her.

He knew he was right when her wide green eyes darkened. “Ethan.” Her hands came up to his chest and shoved at him. “What are you doing? Your mother is in the next room.”

Oh, he’d be damned if she was going to shove him away. Clasping her wrists in his strong hands, he backed her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.

“I want you, Tori,” he breathed. “If you don’t want me, then tell me now.”

Her breath had quickened, and Ethan could feel the pounding of her heart. “I…” She swiped that tongue over her lips and he had to bite back a groan. “I … uh…” She was staring at his mouth. “What was the question?”

Tightening his grip on her wrists, he knew he couldn’t resist her for one more second. Leaning in, he crushed his mouth to hers, and reveled in the moan that escaped her into his mouth. As her lips parted in an unspoken invitation, his tongue surged, sliding against hers. That torturous tongue of hers danced and played with his.

His natural dominance took over as she softened under him. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her in this instant. He angled his head this way and that, taking her mouth over and over again. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, lightly tugging. The soft moans she made in the back of her throat flowed into him in an offering.

Spotlight on Crossroads by Gale Stanley

Hi! Thanks for letting me stop by to talk about my new book – Crossroads. 



The story was inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans. We stayed at the historic Omni Royal Orleans in the heart of the French Quarter and we were able to walk to all the fantastic restaurants, shopping, and entertainment. We toured the area hit by Katrina, the cemeteries, and the voodoo museum. In movies and TV, voodoo is usually shown as a dark and scary practice.  In reality, it’s a religious practice in which the followers have direct contact with the spirits. And that’s the story I wanted to tell.



The events in Crossroads take place around Christmas, a season of miracles, but really, it could happen any time of the year. All you have to do is believe…






























Blurb



Long time lovers, Louis Abellard and Jesse Trudeau work in a Voodoo shop in the French Quarter. Jesse is a believer, but Louis turned his back on the spirits when they allowed his mother to die of cancer.



When Jesse is hospitalized with leukemia, Louis is desperate to save him. He’ll do anything—except ask the spirits for help. Then one night an unlikely ally makes contact, and Louis finds himself at a crossroads. Maybe it’s time to revisit his past and confront his inner demons.



Teaser



Three years ago, Jesse walked into the voodoo shop and asked for a job. It was love at first sight—for Mawmaw and Jesse. They hit it off immediately. Jesse is a believer, the grandson she should have had.



I was smitten, too, but for other reasons. Jesse looked so damn hot, all long blond hair and golden-brown skin like he should have been riding a surfboard instead of a skateboard. His cutoffs were stretched tight over the bulge at his crotch, and being the slut I was back then, I wanted to fuck him. I gave Mawmaw a thumbs-up, and she hired him on the spot.



Jesse stayed for dinner. My grandmother filled his head with ghost stories and his stomach with her spicy shrimp gumbo. I took him to bed later and filled him in other ways. It didn’t take long for lust to turn into the real thing. Fortunately, I didn’t screw things up, and Jesse moved in two weeks later. Jesse is easy to love. I’m not sure what he sees in me, I’m just grateful the feelings are mutual.






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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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Spotlight on Mistle Tow by H K Carlton

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Thank you so much for having me today and for the opportunity to share a bit about my new holiday release, Mistle Tow. I’ve always wanted to write a Christmas story. Though, I always thought when I finally wrote one it would be a mushy, heart-warming, sentimental, tearjerker. But when inspiration hit, that’s not what materialized at all. Instead it turned out to be a gift of sorts for the man who inspired the story. My husband.

For more than twenty years my man drove a tow truck while I was the stay-at-home mom and we raised three amazing kids. And now, that same wonderful man, allows me to live my dream of telling stories like this one.

So be forewarned, if you’re looking for a mushy sentimental, carol-filled, tree-trimming, tinsel clinging, twinkling lights and sweet togetherness kind of story, that’s not what this is. It’s really only a holiday story in the sense that it takes place over the Christmas season. It’s about a man trying to move on with his life while avoiding the holidays altogether. But it does contain a hot blonde in a Santa hat, some mistletoe and a sleek and sexy black ’66 Chevelle.

I guess it did turn out kinda mushy in the long run. A love story for the wrecker operator who hooked my heart when I was fifteen-years-old. And he’s never let go.

Hope you enjoy!

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Here’s the blurb:

The last thing Brantley Holley wants to do this year is spend the holidays at home with his family.

In an attempt to move on from his failed marriage, Brant places the marital home on the market and also decides to clean house, ridding himself of any and all reminders. Although it wrecks him to do so, that includes selling his beloved ’66 Chevelle which also may have contributed to the demise of his marriage.

Brant puts his baby up on the auction block at one of the premier auction houses — the auction to be held over the holidays. But instead of racking up needless extra miles on her, which might be a detriment to potential buyers, he hires a flatbed tow truck to convey his precious cargo from Philadelphia to Arizona.

But when the rollback shows up, Brant is totally unprepared for the sexy blonde bombshell in the red Santa hat who steps out of the massive red tow truck.

All of a sudden, the holidays are looking a whole lot more festive.

Excerpt:

Brant took one last sip of his coffee in time to hear the unmistakable rumble of a large truck pull up outside, followed by the obnoxious warning back-up beeper that tow trucks were mandated to employ these days.

Placing his cup on the counter, he took a deep calming breath and hurried over to the door separating the house from the garage.

Hesitating, he stood there with his hand on the doorknob.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked himself for the hundredth time. He’d struggled with this decision for months now. Even after he’d made it and taken the steps to follow through, putting his girl up on the auction block was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever had to make. But it was time to move on. She brought back too many memories he needed to put behind him.

With determination he opened the door and rushed outside before the tow-truck driver rang the bell.

The first thing he saw was the flatbed of the tow truck and he was at once relieved to see how new and clean it appeared to be. The last thing he wanted was his Chelle being transferred on some greasy dirty wrecker. For one, she wasn’t being scrapped, and two, Brant kept all of his stuff in pristine condition. For their last ride together, he intended for her send off to remain the status quo.

Brant stepped out onto the front stoop and immediately pulled his collar up. It was damn cold and by the cloud cover, he didn’t doubt the first snowfall of the year was only hours away. “Come on.” He encouraged the driver. “Let’s get outta here before the bad weather comes.” It would kill him to see snow on his car. What had he been thinking? Why hadn’t he hired an enclosed trailer? Especially at this time of year.

The driver’s door opened and he lost all train of thought. One black-booted foot appeared on the step-down to the massive red cab. Brant followed the line of that knee-high boot up a slim, denim-covered thigh, hip, and waist to the plaid shirt that he half-expected to be topped off with a red and black trimmed jacket. But instead of some burly bearded lumberjack type, he stared into the flawless face of a woman who should be on the cover of one of his car magazines, draped over some sleek and sexy machine instead of driving a fucking rollback.

Things were definitely looking up.

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Hope you enjoyed the little teaser.

However you celebrate the season and even if you don’t, I’d like to wish everyone, the peace, love and charity, this time of year evokes.

Blessings and Merry Christmas.

H K

About the Author

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres and couplings; including contemporary, historical, paranormal, naughty fairy tales, family saga, mafia/mob and erotica (m/f, m/m, menage, m/f/f, m/m/m)

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Spotlight on A Christmas Home by April Zyon

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A Christmas Home

www.shifters-match.com book 1

By April Zyon

Genre: Paranormal, Rubenesque, May-December, Shifters

Release Date: December 15, 2015

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

Blurb:

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

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Excerpt:

 

Throwing the wrench down onto the tool pad, Jagger scrubbed a hand down his face. There were days he loved being a mechanic. Then there were days like today where he knew he should have listened to his mother and gotten into something else. Not that he’d ever tell the woman, even if he was still speaking to her. She already thought too highly of her own opinions. Gods only knew where the woman was today, at least she wasn’t in Shifter Falls giving him even more trouble so that was good.

He grabbed the bottle of water he’d been working on and took a long haul while staring at the engine in question. He was missing something, and it was really starting to piss him off that he couldn’t figure it out.

For the last ten years, he’d been head mechanic at the only automotive shop in Shifter Falls. They were the only one there because they only hired the best and did the best work. Competitors didn’t stand a hope in hell. There had been a few other places that had tried to start up in the Falls. But they’d all shut down within a year because they hadn’t had what it took to work in such a closely knit town. That and they’d been outsiders, something that didn’t go over well with the very private residents who ran the town.

Founded by a shifter pack more than two hundred years prior, the town was home to six different types of shifters. Only through harsh laws and firm hands at the helm of each pack did it work. Especially considering the mix the Falls had running around.

There were plenty of humans living and working there, too, but the majority of the population was other. Sometimes there were problems. Sometimes there were all-out fights, but in the end they all knew they had to live together so things had better damn well work out. Which they usually did, eventually.

Moving to the open door of the bay he was working in, he stared out at the falling snow. The weatherman had predicted another couple of inches throughout the day, and more overnight. Great for all the tourists currently running around Shifter Falls in search of as many wintertime activities as they could find. It also had its perks for the business. It was amazing how many out-of-state tourists had no idea how to handle driving in snow.

He spotted a friend and lifted a hand in greeting. Conroy Hayden was the owner of On The Plate, one of four restaurants in Shifter Falls. The guy was a damn connoisseur when it came to flavors. Likely why his restaurant had managed to get rave reviews in several travel and food magazines. Since then people had come to Shifter Falls not only for the events held but in the hopes to get a table in his restaurant.

“Con, good to see you. I have to admit I didn’t think you’d actually get out during the lunch rush.”

The large redhead shrugged and shot him a smirk. “Figured I should bring you something to eat or you’d forget. Again.”

Jagger spotted the bag then and felt his belly rumble. He’d only had a piece of toast and several cups of coffee for breakfast that morning. It was already one in the afternoon and he wasn’t exactly a small guy. Waving Conroy into the bay, he followed behind the man, shooting the troublesome engine a glare. He cleared off a spot on his work table before grabbing a couple stools to set in front. He took one while Conroy unloaded the bag, hitting Jagger with the scent of cooked meat and spices. His stomach let out a hungry snarl that earned him a knowing look from his friend. Jagger held his tongue, knowing anything he said would only provide Con with more ammo to use against him at a later date.

He accepted the plate from his friend and unwrapped it. A huge pile of roast beef he knew was slow cooked, mashed potatoes, and seasonal greens from the greenhouse at the end of town. Con handed him a little container which held gravy, utensils, and a napkin.

“Thanks,” he said. Cutting off a piece of the beef, Jagger slowly chewed the perfectly cooked meat. It practically melted on his tongue. “Damn this is good,” he practically moaned. Another bite he chewed slowly. He knew better than to shove Con’s food down his throat as fast as possible. The man would beat him silly. And Con was nearly as large as Jagger. They’d both taken boxing as kids, but Jagger had plain meanness on his side. Con was a good soul who wanted to help others, which was why he’d gotten into feeding folks. He said the food was good for the soul and part of why On The Plate did the soup kitchen for those who needed a helping hand.

After finishing the meal, Jagger wiped his mouth while Con packed up the dishes. The secondary dish caught his attention. “What’s that?”

“Dessert,” Con told him.

Accepting the dish, he pulled the top off and inhaled the scent from the hot dessert. It was a crumble of some sort. Rhubarb, for sure, definitely strawberries, but there was something else. He took a bite and let out a moan of pleasure.

“I’m going to assume you like it.”

“Dude, this is spectacular. What all’s in here?”

“The usual, but I threw in some cranberries this time for a more seasonal flavor. Gives it a different taste.”

He nodded, it did at that. Scraping out the last, he licked off the spoon under Con’s knowing watch and passed it back. Another wipe with his napkin before he tossed it into the garbage closest and leveled a look at his friend. “I guess this wasn’t just your need to feed me, since you usually dump and run. What’s going on?”

“Don’t know yet but figured I’d give you a heads-up. The sheriff and a couple deputies were in for lunch today and we got to talking. Apparently there are rumblings from the city council about another pack wanting to set up shop here. They’re calling an emergency meeting tomorrow night to discuss it with the alphas and their seconds. You’ll be getting the call soon, but I wanted to let you know before you got it. I know how much you hate surprises.”

That was an understatement. The last surprise Jagger had gotten was his parents divorcing, his father leaving the Falls, and his mother hooking up with the first of many younger males to keep her bed warm. Since then he’d managed to avoid being surprised with the help of those he called and considered to be true friends, like Conroy. Without them, he’d have been caught with his pants down more than once. But they looked out for him, and he helped look out for them in turn. They were more his family than his parents ever had been.

“I’ll be ready, thanks.” Standing, he gave his friend the quintessential man hug and walked him out of the bay. He stayed there a moment longer to watch the comings and goings of the locals and tourists before turning to face his current nemesis. One way or another he was damn well going to get this thing running. Then he could take it over to the hotel and return it to the tourist to which it belonged.

“All right, you giant hunk of metal, let’s get down to business.”

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Spotlight on Menage at Mode Boutique by Bella Settarra

‘Ménage at the Mode Boutique’

‘The Men of Moone Mountain’ Book 4

By Bella Settarra

 

They stole her heart—but is that all they took?

Melinda Samson has never been happier since ditching her arrogant boyfriend, Trey Beniton, who had been trying to muscle-in on her business. Her shop, ‘Mode in Moone’, known to the locals simply as ‘The Mode’ is now thriving.

When two gorgeous cowboys come to Moone County she can’t believe her luck, especially as their great looks are matched by their manner and personalities.

Brodie McGlynn and Callum ‘Cal’ Kennedy were forced to leave their previous town when it became clear that they were bi-sexual. Having found work on Moone Mountain they are settling in nicely, relieved that their new bosses, Kent Freeman and Travis Beaumont, share their sexual preferences.

But when it transpires that there’s more keeping the guys running than their mere sexuality the whole town is put in danger.

Can Melinda really trust these guys – especially when money stolen from her safe is found in Cal’s belongings?

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Excerpt

“So, what brings you here, guys?” Melinda felt something inside her melt as she relished having both gorgeous cowboys to herself again.

“Well, now. We just started working up at the Freemont Ranch and the guys there said there was a BDSM club down here,” Cal replied.

“Yeah, that’ll be Ty’s. It’s just down the street there.” She pointed in the vague direction.

“Great. Well apparently there’s some sort of event going on there on Saturday and we’d like to go. Thing is, we both need new leathers. We were told to come down to The Mode and get fixed up.” Cal grinned.

“Think you can help us out with that, ma’am?” Brodie’s voice was a low growl and his brown eyes seemed to get even darker as he smiled at her.

She felt something burn inside her and took a deep breath before nodding slowly. “You’ve come to the right place, gentlemen.” She led them over to the male side of the shop and quickly sifted through the trousers.

“I’ve got these in black or these which are in black or brown?” She held up a couple of pairs of close-fitting leather pants, her imagination running into overdrive as she envisaged them both wearing the garments.

“They look real nice.” Brodie took the brown pair from her, his fingers grazing over hers as he did so.

“What size do you need?” She swallowed hard as she studied his body, gauging which ones to get for him.

Brodie cocked a quizzical eyebrow at her. “I’m not entirely sure.” His voice was growling again.

“I’ll fetch my tape measure,” she offered, her mouth suddenly going quite dry.

“That’s real helpful of you, ma’am.”

She could feel them watching her as she walked back over to the counter, her red high-heels clopping across the wooden parquet floor. She was wearing a black pencil-skirt with a red silk blouse which had a ruffle edging the deep ‘V’ neck. As usual, her lipstick was bright red and her make-up immaculate. Melinda was very careful with her look; she tried to look professional but not tarty, though the occasional salacious expressions of some of her male customers made her question whether she always managed to pull it off or not.

She turned back to the two men who were examining the leathers on the rail.

“They seem pretty strong to me,” Brodie was muttering, pulling at the material.

“They’d better be, Bro. ‘Cause if you go upsetting any more women I’ll…”

Cal stopped just as Melinda got closer.

She took a deep breath, determined not to let her nerves get the better of her. She had been in this profession for enough years to be able to take a man’s inside leg measurement without blushing, for heaven’s sake.

“Who’s first?” She held up the hard, metal tip of her tape and watched them both wince as they got her message loud and clear – don’t mess with me!

“I think I can remember my size, thanks, ma’am. Brodie’s the one with the memory lapse.” Cal took a step back, grinning.

“Are you happy to do this here? Only I don’t think we’d both fit inside a changing cubicle?” She stared up into his handsome face and noticed how his eyes twinkled. Both men were really broad and muscular, just how she liked them.

“Out here’s fine by me – though, perhaps over by that mirror so I can get a better idea of the length,” Brodie suggested.

Melinda sighed. She hadn’t been born yesterday! By having him face the mirror she knew it meant he would get a good view of her ass as she bent down in front of him. She had to give him credit for his brains, though, and decided it might not be all that bad to have the handsome cowboy admire her behind. She always kept in shape and was actually quite proud of her body. Besides, if they were planning to be at Ty’s on Saturday night they were going to see a hell of a lot more than just the outline of her ass in a knee-length skirt – she would make sure of that!

She didn’t need to ask which side he dressed, as his massive bulge told her that right away. As she placed the tape measure in his inner thigh she couldn’t avoid feeling his heat as the outline of his huge cock grazed against the back of her hand. It took all her efforts to stop her fingers from trembling as she felt the length of the cowboy’s inner leg, and as she knelt at his feet staring at his boots she couldn’t help feeling that this was ‘right’ somehow. She looked up at him and gasped. His handsome face was looking down at her with the most serene expression. He seemed quite at home to have her kneeling at his feet. Melinda wondered just how many other women had been in her position and the idea irked her somewhat.

“Is it long enough, Sir?” she asked as a lump settled in her throat.

“Why don’t you tell me, baby? Does it look long enough to you?” He was growling again and she felt her stomach burn.

She nodded slowly, still gazing up at him. “Yes, Sir. I think it’s just the right length.”

 

About the Author

Bella’s love of writing started at a very young age. While at Junior School, she was once asked to write a story that was to be displayed on the window due to lack of wall space (remember Portakabins?) Unfortunately, once she gets going she tends to run with an idea right up until the conclusion – and it has to have a happy ending! The story was so long it covered several windows and caused a blackout in the tiny classroom![image error]

She is British and lives in the beautiful English countryside with one of her three gorgeous daughters and her wonderful husband, often referred to as her “current husband” just to keep him on his toes!

They live in a big haunted house therefore Bella’s housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around – the bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night

Spotlight on First Class Filthy by Jocelyn Dex (@jocelyndex and @evernightpub)

Hi! Thanks for having me here today. First Class Filthy is one of the, well, filthiest romances I’ ve written, and it was a lot of fun! I hope people will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. [image error]

First Class Filthy by Jocelyn Dex

BBW Billionaire Romance

Release Date: December 14, 2015

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Blurb

Shay is terrified to fly, but when Max, a sexy-as-sin man, sits next to her in first class, he provides a distraction that changes her outlook on flying and leaves her longing for more.

When she meets up with him on the ground, his sexual dominance and dirty talk bring out her inner submissive, and drive her to heights she’s never known. When she begins feeling like a prostitute instead of a sexually progressive woman, she decides to put a stop to the sexcapades.

When Max turns on the charm, will she stand her ground or bend to his will? 

Warning : Dominance, Dirty Talk, Light Anal Play, Light Choking, Unprotected Sex with the Boss, and a Happily-Ever After

Rated R Excerpt

Max pushed Shay back just enough so that he could grab a handful of her dress and pull it up, then slowly slipped his hand beneath her panties until he found her wetness. Air hissed from between her clenched teeth as he slid a finger between her swollen lips.

“Fuck, I love how juicy you get for me. Do you know what I would have done to you if I’d caught up with you at the hotel?” He twirled the tip of his finger around her opening. Her hips jutted forward trying to make him slip inside. “Hmm?”

“Please,” she breathed.

“Yes, I would have made you beg, Shay. Do you know how bad I want to hear you beg for my cock?” She whimpered, ready to beg if needed. “But not now. I need to fuck you, Shay. I need to fuck you hard, fast. After fantasizing about you for three days, I’m about to come in my pants like a teenager.”

“Yes,” she huffed. “Now.”

He tilted his head back so that he was staring into her eyes, his gaze bordering on ominous. “Are you sure? You need to understand that when I fuck you, I own your body. You take what I give. I might even scare you, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Scare her? Oh hell, she should be scared that he’d said that, but with his finger stroking her clit, she couldn’t muster up the brainpower to be anything but needy for his cock.

“I’m sure.”

He spun her around, grabbed the back of her neck, and forced her facedown to his desk. “Don’t move,” he said. He flipped her dress up and grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks as he ground his dress pant-covered erection into her crack. “Your ass is so sexy. So round and thick. Perfect.” He peeled her panties down her legs, and when her boots prevented him from getting them all the way off, he simply ripped them from her.

He kneeled, spread her ass cheeks, and shoved his face between her legs, licking her from pussy to ass as he’d said. She jumped at the sensation and pushed off the desk. He instantly stood, reached his arm around her, and gripped her throat. “I said not to move. Face on the desk.”

Not used to being bossed around like that during sex, a feeling of indignation, humiliation, maybe even shame spread through her as she obeyed. When she heard him unlatch his belt and drop his zipper, she dismissed those feelings.

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Jocelyn writes paranormal and contemporary romances that include humor, lust, love, and four-letter words on the way to a Happily-Ever-After.

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Spotlight on Holly’s Christmas Dom by Raven McAllan (@RavenMcAllan and @evernightpub)

Hi, and thank you for having me here today and letting me talk about Holly’s Christmas Dom, my latest book from Evernight Publishing.

This was originally published elsewhere as a much shorter and less intense story. When the publisher in question closed down, I kept getting a niggle that now was my chance to rewrite and lengthen Holly and Mac’s story and show how they decided where their relationship was going—if anywhere.

Do they end up ad they both want? You’ll have to buy the book to find out.

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Blurb…

Winters’ Tales, 1

Holly and Mac have been close friends for years, but never had the chance to get together. Now it’s time.

When Mac shows Holly what he wants and needs—her as his sub—it’s up to her to decide whether to accept him and his lifestyle. She’s waited for Mac for years, but never expected such an ultimatum.

Mac knows Holly’s the one for him. He’s sure she’s a sub—his sub—no one else’s. It’s up to him to show her that.

When they play together for the first time, both of them have to decide—is it for keeps? Or do they part ways when the fun is over?

And a wee tease…

Her jaw dropped and so did her gaze at the smoldering and oh so dominant look he’d given her.

Mac had stood in her hallway and told her starkly, “Holly, you know I want you. I have for years, and now’s the time to ask if you want me.” Her heart leaped, but before she had the chance to reply, he added, “It would be no straightforward relationship. In many ways, I’m not straightforward. I have very definite ideas about what I want from you. You need to think if you want to know what they are.” She’d opened her mouth to ask questions, and he’d stopped them with a kiss that made her toes curl. When he stood back, she’d just stared.

“Dominant, Holls. Think about it. If you want me, you’ll submit to me. I’ll be back, and we can talk. Read this please. Have faith.” He handed her an envelope and left, leaving her standing, wide-eyed, looking at the open door. That had been it.

Until tonight, when she’d glimpsed him across the village green, she still hadn’t believed him. Even after she’d opened the damned envelope and seen his handwriting, she hadn’t dared think of him in a positive way. Because how could she? After reading his ideas, what he needed from her, and not knowing if it was in her to do as he demanded, Holly had worried herself into not sleeping. He wouldn’t come back and ask her. If he did, she couldn’t say yes. Or could she? His demands made her itch to come, except there in the letter it said,

“If you are thinking in any way positive about this, you do not come until I say so. Your climax belongs to me.”

Even if she thought she might agree, she had no faith he would seek her out or that she truly was who he wanted. But she didn’t make herself come.

Now he was here and it was make-your-mind-up time. Her stomach jitterbugged as she drank in his image. Mac. Maybe soon-to- be her Mac. Her lips still tingled from his kiss—the rest of her just tingled.

“Holly, I’ve wanted you ever since you turned from the long- legged skinny kid who whined when Noel and I went off and did boy things into this stunning teenager with curves. A body to drool over and an ass I want to paddle. For all the right—or wrong—reasons.” He stopped speaking and took a mouthful of wine.

His swallow made her mouth dry up. That simple movement, the way his throat moved, and the play of his muscles, was so erotic her skin heated, and her senses went into high alert.

Hell, I have it bad if a simple swallow makes me think of sex. Of him swallowing me, me swallowing him, and—oh shit, I do have it bad.

Mac cleared his throat. So caught up in the moment, Holly realized she’d missed what he’d said.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I was miles away. So you’re going to explain what you want? I’m ready to hear. I…” She hesitated. “To be honest, Mac, I’m interested, but I’m not sure I can be what you want. I’m no subservient. I like to be in charge. Hell, if I didn’t, I’d never have left the village. I’d still be here, working for Mr. McKenzie as his typist. Not even a secretary or PA. Instead, I run my own recruitment agency in the city, have staff, and I’m happy.”

“Are you? Really?” he asked, his eyes more than curious. “I’d say that is only one small part of you.”

Holly decided she now knew the meaning of the expression “looked into your soul.” Her body was scorched by that look, her mind playing hopscotch as it jumped from one thought to another. She couldn’t help it—she squirmed.

“Happy? I’m not so sure you are,” Mac said in a definite manner. Even though his voice was low, the ring of sincerity and authority was clear. “Not missing something in your life? I think you are. That indefinable spark has gone from you, Holly. I can provide it if you want. However, you need to be sure. Very, very sure. I’ll stretch you, demand things of you that you didn’t think you were capable of doing.” He lowered his voice even more. “But in return, you’ll learn how to fly. And we will be partners.”

Hmm…

“You say that now, Mac, so define the partnership.” She needed it spelled out. “Because how can you dominate me if are we equals? To me, that’s a very unequal partnership.”

Mac lifted one hand in the air and his fingers splayed in what Holly decided was frustration with her.

Well, tough. I need to understand.

“No, Holly, that’s where you’re wrong. Okay, maybe some people want that, but the whole point of this is it will be our relationship. Ours,” he stressed. “Designed by us, for us. There is no one-scene-fits-all here. I’d say ask ten couples what a Dom-sub relationship means to them, and you’ll get fifteen different answers. But in each and every one, unless they specify differently, the sub is in charge every time. She or he calls the shots. Didn’t you read my letter?”

“Yes, but…” Holly stopped talking as he put a finger over his own lips, and then moved it to hers.

“Shh, you always did talk too much. There are so may other things that gorgeous mouth could be doing.”

Holly had never before heard such determination in his voice. Oh shit. Her clit did the samba, and her pussy joined in at the pictures that rushed into her mind. She pushed them away and concentrated on what Mac was saying—or tried to. It wasn’t easy when all she could see was a naked Mac bending over her and… No, no. Stop it already.

“Will you hear me out? Please? Without interrupting?” he asked. Only the faint shake of the finger over her mouth showed how tense he was. Otherwise, he could have been asking her to make a cuppa. “Then you can ask anything you want.”

She nodded, and he lifted his finger far enough for her to speak. “Okay, but I’m not saying I’ll agree with anything,” she said in a rush as her words tumbled over each other. “And if I have questions after, you promise you’ll answer them?”

He looked shocked. “Ah, Holls, of course I will. As well as show you anything you need a demonstration of.”

That was what she was worried about. What if she didn’t like the demonstrations? What if she did? His short descriptions of what he liked had her cream gathering and would have resulted in several sessions with her vibrator if he hadn’t demanded that she not come. As it was, she was frustrated and jumpy. Holly wasn’t a total innocent. Her experience with a hot male body might be almost nonexistent, but her experience with her purple friend wasn’t. Carol might have Verne, but she had Roger the Rabbit. Or she had until Mac’s letter. Poor Roger was now sadly neglected.

“Yes, well, we’ll see. Okay, Mac, go for it.”

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If you like the idea of Holly and Mac, here’s where you can get hold of their story…

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hollys-christmas-dom-by-raven-mcallan/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hollys-Christmas-Winters-Tales-Book-ebook/dp/B0198IGSU0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1449850303&sr=8-2&keywords=Raven+McAllan

http://www.amazon.com/Hollys-Christmas-Winters-Tales-Book-ebook/dp/B0198IGSU0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1449850303&sr=8-2&keywords=Raven+McAllan

http://www.bookstrand.com/hollys-christmas-dom-mf

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-holly039schristmasdom-1942062-147.html

~~~~~

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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Love R x

Spotlight on Crave by Erzabet Bishop

 

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Crave (Bound To Be Naughty) by Erzabet Bishop – Romance>BDSM

 

Blurb:

In the darkness of night, desire reigns supreme.

The sins of the past live on in the present…

Carefree submissive Linnet Adams is living the dream with a promising future, another semester of school under her belt, and best of all, the devotion of Master Gage. Her life at Crave, the city’s most exclusive BDSM club, is everything to her until she’s thrust into a living nightmare.

Seven years, seven murders…

Ryder, a male submissive at Crave, is devoted to the lifestyle and one very hard to pin down Domme. He is also a Doctor of Psychology specializing in BDSM related crimes. When yet another murder occurs, he is asked to assist Detective Linnet Adams. Sometimes the truth is hiding in plain sight, and all it can take is one kiss.

The whisper of the cane can bring them heaven or hell…

Gage still dreams about the sub who got away. Linnet was his fantasy girl and the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. As the new owner of Crave, he still can’t get her out of his mind.

A discovery is about to rock his world and bring the past and future colliding together. If only he has the courage to embrace it.

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Amazon: http://goo.gl/DJbWvO

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Excerpt:

It had been a rough week, and her exams were finally done, freeing up more of her time to devote to Master Gage. Just the thought of her dark haired, muscular Dom sent shivers down her spine. The good kind. “Master Gage said we had to keep everything low key until the semester was over. I just hope he’ll make it in tonight. He texted me he was going to be late and to help with the visitors.”

“Maybe he wants you to help the new guy feel at home.” Her best friend April grinned and spun from side to side on the bar stool, her feet dangling. “He’s supposed to be Master Gage’s special guest.” She polished off her cranberry juice and turned to slide the empty glass across the bar to Bernie.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” The large black man smiled, his eyes dancing merrily. Everyone understood Bernie was the biggest teddy bear in the place, but if anyone threatened one of the subs, he would rival even the toughest Dungeon Monitor. “You girls be careful tonight. The boys upstairs are on another membership drive, and I’m not so sure they checked out everyone like they normally do.”

“Hmmm.” She eyed the charismatic blond man from across the room. He was surrounded by women, each one eager to get a taste. “God. It’s like a feeding frenzy.”

April laughed. “It is. I hope they leave more than the bones for whoever gets him tonight.” Her Domme Evelyn waved at her from the St. Andrew’s cross. “Look, I have to go. Mistress Evelyn is summoning me. You have a great time, honey, and give me a call tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Linnet picked up her ginger ale and took a small sip. She tugged down her frilly micro skirt and checked her corset to make sure everything was in place. It felt good to sit down. The new black heels she’d worn tonight were absolutely killing her, and it hadn’t even been two hours yet.

Bernie narrowed his eyes, his lips turning down in disapproval as he gazed at the blond. “You be careful around that one, Linnet. There’s been talk.”

Linnet cocked her head. “What kind of talk?”

“The kind that makes me want to throw his ass out the front door and not care where it lands. I can’t believe he wormed his way in here.”

“Really?”

“Just don’t let yourself be alone with him, okay?”

“Point taken.” She swallowed the last of her drink and heaved herself off the stool and back onto the floor. Her feet still hurt, but at least it was a little better after sitting. “I’d better make my way into the fray. If Master Gage comes in and sees me sitting, I’ll get my backside warmed but good.”

Bernie chuckled. “You know you like it when that man paddles you. Hell, he could paddle me anytime.”

“Naughty, Bernie.” Linnet giggled.

“Don’t you know it, babe. Now you watch yourself, you hear?”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

 

Testimonials:

From Arch Angel at Shelfari

Ms Bishop has combined suspense thriller, BDSM and heartfelt romance so beautifully that this story has absolutely everything in a fast-paced, action-packed novella.

From Jenny (Goodreads Reader)

This threesome of characters bring a new light to a dark side of sexual desires. And in the process, they are in danger of losing the thing they love most: each other. 5 STARS for this amazingly written story!

From Celtic Wolf

What a story. I thoroughly enjoyed it, along with my interest in the BDSM theme and wishful thoughts on the lifestyle. This story if filled with emotions, raw, loving and gut wrenching. So be prepared!

From Xtreme Delusions

I think Ms. Bishop did a wonderful job in portraying the beauty of BDSM and the fact that any lifestyle can have its predators. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Crave and fully understand why it was nominated for the Golden Flogger Award. So if you are looking for a great BDSM romantic suspense/thriller, Crave will definitely meet your needs.

From Cutting Muse Blog Review

This book is steamy, sultry, and damn right sexy! The book is different from others, making it a must-read. The writer is good at what they do. I give this book five stars!

Music and mood:

I love to find songs that speak to what I love about a piece I’m working on. Crave is full of dark promises, healing and sensuality. Here are a few songs to bring this novella to life.

Cold: Annie Lennox

This track is for Linnet when she is going through her angst about Gage.

I Miss You: Adele

Linnet still loves Gage but now craves the attendance of a certain male submissive.

No Light, No Light: Florence and the Machine

Love creeps in and seals the deal between Ryder, Gage and Linnet. Can they make a future together?

Fire Meet Gasoline: Sia

The interaction between Ryder and Linnet is combustible as he quivers beneath her touch. Can his fire be tamed? Can hers?

Broken: Seether with Amy Lee

A broken Linnet searches for her new path and finds it as a Domme and a detective.

Fetish: Joan Jett

Sex at the club. Hard, hot and luscious.

 

What’s your next project on the horizon?

My next project…as if there were only one! I have a cat shifter/wolf shifter book in edits right now called Wicked for You. I am also in heavy edits with my first long novel length work called Glitterlust. It is a FF pairing continuation of my story Sigil Fire and is centered on Reyna, a werewolf cop and her mate, Charley. I’m also in the middle of planning several ménage tales, a sweet romance under my other pen name and a MM romance.

Other new releases:

Holidays in Hell: December 11th m/f, demons, BDSM series start novella

A Red Dress for Christmas: December 9th m/f contemporary, spanking

Salacious box set: December 15th pre-order ménage, ffm, BDSM-series start, novella

Wicked For You: February release shifter, series start novella

The Black Magic Café: shifter, witch

 

About the author:

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Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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This was another fantastic read from Erzabet Bishop. An overall theme that I’ve noticed in her writing is very “real to life” ways. We don’t have to worry about someone going off the deep end over nothing at all, or a silly misunderstanding. The plots are always complex and very intense. Crave was no exception.

We meet Linett, a police officer that’s, seven years down the road, hunting for her own attacker and also trying to come to grips with her past and with her dual nature. This was a thrill ride from the start. My only complaint? There wasn’t more!

Holidays in Hell (Demons in Darkness Series #1)

Blurb:
This year Christmas just got a little hotter. Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus with an incurable lust for women, gingerbread, and holiday lights. He needs one more soul to meet his quota. Amid the baubles and frivolity of the Winter Carnival, he meets Holly Pendleton—a woman with emerald green eyes and a body built for sin—and marks her as the final soul to end his contract. But now Jonas faces a heart-wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger, or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire. Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas’s deepest Christmas wish and the one woman who could set him free.

Holly Pendleton is still recovering from the death of her husband and Dom. The holidays are especially lonely until a dark stranger walks in the door to Harlowe’s Bookery and Christmas Shoppe. The man’s enigmatic gaze holds her and ignites her body and her mind. When Holly accepts a job to decorate the sexy client’s apartment, she unknowingly steps into an age-old battle between the forces of darkness. Jonas Corsair is a man who makes her blood run hot and her dreams even hotter. But will she survive his hold on her soul?

Buy Links:
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Excerpt:

Holly Pendleton balanced a pile of books in her arms and made her way out of the stockroom. She glanced over at her boss and best friend, Gracie Harlowe, at the register and smiled. She enjoyed the busy throng of people at the winter carnival and usually looked forward to it. She had worked other retail jobs in the historic downtown shopping district, but working here was a dream come true.

When Gracie had called her up three months ago and offered her the assistant manager’s job, she had taken it and hadn’t looked back. Teetering on the edge of depression for  months after watching her husband die of cancer, Holly was having a hard time finding the holiday spirit this year. Derek had only been thirty-four, she thought bitterly.

They’d been married for nine years, but she had known him since she was a geeky freshman in high school. The hole was too big to fill, and it left her feeling empty. Still, she was grateful to Gracie for kicking her in the  pants and getting her out of bed and back into the world again. Just in time for the holidays too.

It was a special time that she and Derek had always shared. He would have wanted her to be happy. She laid the stack of Christmas cookie books on a festive table near the window display and  straightened the array of titles. Her gaze wandered to the small kitchen at the back of the store, and she made a mental note to grab some more cookies to refill the party trays on the dessert  table.

“Holly!” Gracie waved her arms. “Can you grab me another stack of Fifty Shades of Grey?”

She glanced at the display where the books were and found they were down to one copy. Not good. Sales had started to slow down, but erotica had been steadily increasing over the past few months. It made her laugh to see the smut novels near the holiday displays, but it made the customers happy, so who was she to quibble? Besides, she loved reading them

herself.

“I’ll get them!” Holly wound her way back into the stockroom and yanked a box off the overstock shelves. She grabbed a box cutter, deftly opened the box and placed the books on a cart, adding some of the second, third, and the new fourth book in the series, as they were getting a little on the low side too.

Erotic romance books were one of the few things she let herself enjoy these days, and she had several customers who came back to ask her about the latest and greatest. It was a fantasy land that took her beyond the walls of hospitals and now, the silence of the apartment at night. Reading was safe. She never even considered dating again. That part of her life was over.

Holly shook off the melancholy and hoofed it back onto the shop floor. Stacking the books onto the table, she arranged them in orderly piles of gray covers with erotic masks, ties, and  handcuffs. She passed the romance section and gathered up some of her favorites to restock her promo shelf at the storefront. Cherise Sinclair, Kallypso Masters, Jasmine Haynes, Red Phoenix, Rachel Kramer Bussel…she loved them all. There were so many great writers that had made bondage erotica take off. Fifty Shades may have gotten the public reading again, but she had been a fan for years. Now the movie had come out for the famous books, and she wondered how it compared.

Smiling wistfully, she caressed the covers and wished her husband were still with her. She missed his firm hand and their power exchanges. He had been more than just her husband. He had been her Dom. Losing him had been the collapse of her entire world. If it hadn’t been for these books and Gracie, she would still be huddled in a miserable ball, crying her eyes out and wondering why he had to die. He was so young, and they hadn’t had much time.

“Can you help ring for a second?” Gracie called out and made a quick jaunt to the restroom in the back of the store.

Holly moved behind the counter and smiled as a woman arrived in front of her to check out. It was a unique store, and she loved being here. Gracie had crafted a special place for book lovers, and every holiday she spruced it up beautifully. Even when she wasn’t working here, Holly loved to come and check out the newest selections and pick up a couple of items for the house.

Halloween, Christmas, or whatever was happening, Gracie always seemed to have the perfect balance of home décor and books to dive into, whether it was a cozy mystery or a pulse-pounding thriller. In the early days, it had just been decoration, but now she had expanded the business to selling the trees and offering to spruce up clients’ homes. The shop was every bit as special as

Gracie, and it had, over the years, become Holly’s second home, even before she started working there.

Decorating clients’ businesses and homes and working behind the shop counter kept her busy. Putting up a tree gave her joy, and she saw how other lives were touched by a few twinkle lights and some tinsel. She’d done some decorations for the folks in the cancer ward, and this was a natural transition. If she could bring happiness by hanging a wreath or by delivering an order of books to a shut-in woman, then she was pleased to do it. It took her mind off the loneliness and gave her a purpose. This time of year especially.

The front door opened with a blast of snowy air, and an imposing thirty-something man sporting a thigh-length leather coat blew in. His chiseled features and mass of dark hair made her catch her breath and falter in her task of ringing up the woman in front of her. The black sweater he wore under his coat looked striking against the dark blue of his eyes. The gray slacks draped over his frame, his black boots befitting the weather outside. He said nothing to her, his gaze captivated by the display of holiday decorations. How odd.

He reminded her of one of the Doms in her collection of books. Heat spiked through parts of her she’d thought were as dead as her husband. She wondered how it would feel to unwrap that package. Blushing, Holly turned back to the customer in front of her.

Good grief, she hoped he hadn’t noticed her staring. Holly finished ringing the books up and slipped them into a bag. She tossed in a candy cane with a card offering their holiday decorating

services attached. “Here you go. Have a wonderful day.”

The woman waved good-bye and shuffled out the door into the snow. Looking anywhere but at the enigmatic man in front of her, Holly fought the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was incredible. The way his well-built form filled the space made her eyes automatically seek him out. Warmth stirred in her lower belly, and she nibbled on her lip.

“Hello. Welcome to Harlowe’s.” She fiddled with the hem of her sweater and felt a surge of heat rush up the sides of her face. Ugh. How lame was she to just blurt that out?

The man raised an eyebrow, a dark and sensual smile sliding over his features. “Thank you.” His voice melted over her like chocolate, and she shivered.

Holly turned away and busied herself with stuffing bags with holiday activity lists. What kind of horrible woman was she to even be reacting to another man just a year after her husband’s passing? Lusting after the man in gray. Her lips thinned. No. She wasn’t ready for those feelings. Especially not from a stranger she had seen for all of thirty seconds. She sneaked a glance at him while she straightened gift bags. He walked up to the Christmas tree in the front window and stroked its branches. Fingering the ornaments, he explored their small holiday store with a

reverence that reminded her of a priest in church. Men usually didn’t bother with Christmas tree ornaments, but he was enraptured. It was mystifying.

A flush crept across Holly’s face. Stirrings of longing zapped through her body as she wondered if this dark-haired stranger knew his way around a flogger. Sighing deeply, she knelt down to pick up a bag that had fallen off the counter while she worked. “Time for a cold shower tonight,” Holly mumbled. Sensing someone in front of the register, she stood.
“Hi. Did you need help finding anything…?” The very source of her temptation stood right in front of her. Oh God. She wanted to reach right across the counter and run her tongue over those amazing lips.



Holidays in Hell is the beginning to my new series, Demons in Darkness. The next two books will be released in 2016.









Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies.

She has been nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books. Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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I’m going to make this short and sweet. No one wants to listen to me get all mushy and sentimental, I’m sure.The spirit of Christmas, the heart of it for me, has always been about family. Sadly, I live a couple thousand miles away from mine, so I don’t typically get to spend the holidays with them. What I’ve noticed, though, as I’ve gotten older is that I’ve picked up something of a surrogate family along the way. A co-worker here, a friend there.. people that I’ve let into my life that have become my port in a storm, my refuge.

Each holiday season, people tend to gather at my house (wherever I’m living at the time) for a feast. I’ve always been a huge fan of cooking. I think the best way that you can show someone how much you love them is to cook them good food. I make a turkey dinner with all of the fixings. Dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potato souffle, sauerkraut, and green beans. When we’ve all sufficiently recovered from the dinner feast, there’s always dessert! There’s something about that time, just post dinner, that leaves me with warm, happy feelings. Surrounded by my loved ones, blissfully relaxed with a glass of wine (or three). That moment.. that feeling. That’s the spirit of Christmas for me.

This story started as a submission for the Bad Alpha Anthology but quickly grew out of control with regards to word count. There was no way I was going to be able to tell the story I wanted to in a measly 10,000 words! Once it was clear that I wasn’t going to be able to tell the story I really wanted to tell, I decided the book was more important than the anthology. It became MUCH easier from then on! I decided that rather than just a wolf shifter story that I would make this about something larger. Lorelei, Florida was born.

Each forsaken by their own kind, a small community of shifters from all walks of life have come together to form an unbreakable bond that defies the laws of nature. Both the hunters and the hunted stand side by side to protect themselves from all who would threaten their way of life.

This is Ronan and Moira’s story…

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The moment Moira Devereaux walks into his bar, Shapeshifter Ronan Kelly knows she’s going to be trouble. No matter how tempting she is, he won’t risk the safety of his makeshift pack. He has every intention of sending her on her way until he hears her compelling story.

When Moira’s father, the mayor of Lorelei, tries to force her to wed a man she doesn’t know, she runs to one place he won’t follow. The local shifter bar. Nothing could have prepared her for the immediate attraction she feels for the owner, Ronan.

In a moment of weakness, Ronan offers her a job and a place to stay despite his misgivings. No one is more shocked than he is when he discovers that she’s his mate. Will he be able to convince her that he’s worth taking a risk on or will he be forced to let her go?

Excerpt:

Twenty minutes later, his energy restored, he wandered into the kitchen. He grinned when he found Moira making a sandwich. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, feeling lighter than he had in a very long time. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her neck.“Hungry?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. When he continued to press light kisses against her skin, she set the package of cold cuts down on the counter. Seconds later, she leaned back against him and gave a soft hum of pleasure.“Not for food,” he murmured, nipping at the soft bit of skin just below her earlobe.

Moira pressed her hips back against him and playfully asked, “What are you hungry for then?”

He grabbed her and held her back against him. Then he moved his mouth so that it hovered just above her ear. “You know exactly what I want, cupcake. And you’re gonna give it to me.”

“Oh, am I?” she teased, moaning softly when he began to rock his hips against hers. “What if I just wanted to eat this sandwich and go to bed?”

His hands slipped up to cup her breasts through the thin cotton tank top she wore. Stroking her nipples, he waited until she shivered against him. “I’ll make you a deal.”

The voice trembled with need when she asked, “What kind of deal?”

“If I reach down into your panties, and I don’t find you soaking wet,” he said, his hands trailing down her belly to work at the button of her jean shorts. “Then, by all means, have your sandwich and go to bed.”

“Okay,” she agreed, rocking her hips back against him, her feigned disinterest long gone.

“But if I do find your pussy as soaked as I think I’m gonna,” he continued, “then I own this body for the rest of the night. Sound fair?”

Moira gave a needy whimper in response. “Fair enough.”

“You sure about that, cupcake?” he asked, his own voice rough with need. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

No longer able to manage the pretense of disinterest, Moira whispered, “I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He groaned, his fingers slowly dragging the zipper of her shorts down. At her shuddering breath, he slipped his hand inside her panties and said, “As I suspected. Cupcake, you’re not going to sleep any time soon. You better have the sandwich, though. You might need your strength.”

“Fuck the sandwich,” Moira moaned. “Touch me.”

Because it’s the holidays and I’m feeling exceptionally generous, I will merely require you to comment below with a name and an email address. I’ll choose one winner who will get their pick of two electronic books from my backlist.