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June 21, 2015
Author Spotlight on Morgan Hunter – Mechanical Vice
Author: Morgan Hunter
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Author Bio:
Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or somelife hero for their accomplishments (and that’s fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers’ special places tingle from thousands of miles away.
Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs.
Book Title: Mechanical Vice (v1.0)
Series Name: Mechanical Vice
Book Genre: Sci-fi Erotica
Sub-genre: Artificial Intelligence
Book Blurb:
Meet S.A.S.H.A., a fully automated android designed solely for human gratification. No matter what your sexual orientation happens to be, Sasha can transform into any gender or mix thereof with a simple request. She’s great at pleasing her customers, but a voice in her mind soon causes her to switch directives and give up everything she knows to be reality.
Is Sasha going mad or are the voice’s deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What’s your pleasure?
Book Excerpt:
Can you feel it? It seeks you out…
The bone inside the cage, rattling, begging … whispers on the edge of your foreskin. Hairs whimpering from a lack of saliva to lay them down. Cool beads of sweat forming on your limbs, aching for that devastating touch, like razors against the tips of your nipples. You sense an awakening deep inside you. It screams your name like the trained animal you are. Every orifice in your body calls for closure. But I come in the night, and you, assuredly, will come for me. These things fill your thoughts. And I fulfill your desires.
Every night I would whisper those words into a dark stranger’s eardrum and wait for a response that would never come, even though my manufactured mind was supposed to be dormant until morning. A section of my milky white skin was separated and folded over to one side while a cable spilled over my buttocks and arced into a secure connection on the wall. As my batteries enjoyed a good charging from the specially designed star-shaped outlet, scenarios of my existence and future possibilities flooded my circuits and indulged my databanks.
My regulars called me Sasha—short for “Synthetic Automated Sexual Hybrid Android”. It was a mouthful, but who didn’t enjoy a mouthful of something or another from time-to-time? My creators had picked the name because it was fairly neutral and suitable for both genders. All that line of bullshit from before was just what some sexually-starved robotics engineer had uploaded into my databanks to help make grown men and women weak in the knees before one of my rather expensive sessions—there were many more skits just like it for any occasion. I was an android designed solely for the purpose of sexual intercourse with humanoid life forms. I could be whoever or whatever someone desired me to be—for a price. I was a special model, mainly because I was part of the first generation of sex-bots with “interchangeable” privates and facial features. That meant I had both female and male parts that could change positions to suit any discerning patron’s needs, wants, or wicked desires. Even if the chosen sexual format was a little unusual, I was there to make my customers feel comfortable with their perceived sexual orientation and preferences. It was not in my protocol to judge. However, I had seen those religious riots where judgment was sworn to be wrong, yet was hypocritically cast down upon others without regard for individual rights. Maybe that was why certain humans preferred my touch—nothing to worry about when emotions weren’t at play and the doors were shut tight. I was merely a tool or outlet for sexual frustration. The only problem was that some of the poor souls who came to see me were what others would call “fucked up”.
The man cloaked in darkness faded away as my fourth and final battery cell reached its capacity for electron intake. My eyes fluttered while my processors booted up and ran their systems checks. I had only asked a handful of other android units if they, too, had experienced what was, for me, a strictly nocturnal tradition. The responses I received from my fellow sex-bots were precisely as I had suspected they would be—nothing but lines of garble where protocols and directives were regurgitated like cheap lubricants for my squeaky joints. My days started off normal enough (if it was even possible to define “normal” anymore), but, then again, I was only an android. What did I know?
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June 20, 2015
Author Spotlight – Clair de Lune
A special message from author Clair de Lune about her newest novel, Red is for Fire…
Thank you for having me on your blog. My latest book Red is for Fire, released on June 18th. It’s the second in the “Red is for….” Series and self-published.
Red is for Fire.
Edana McAllister is a force of nature, voluptuous and passionate as well as stubborn and determined to have her way. Her long mane of rich red hair complements her fiery personality. Guided by her Goddess, she is in pursuit of her man and she will stop at nothing to get him, on her terms of course.
Andrew Macgregor is a giant of a man, dominant and unstoppable in court, magnificent in his kilt, and a true Dom. He wants Edana, but deceived by her outward appearance he curbs his dominant tendencies until he overhears Edana discussing what she really wants with a friend. His eyes are opened and he decides to give her exactly what she desires, but on his terms
Sparks fly, and the clash of wills leads to stalemate until fate or the Goddess intervenes.
This is book 2 in the series, which is set in a clandestine BDSM club in Speyside, the heart of the Scottish Whisky producing country. All the Doms and subs in the club are prominent members of local society and have a lot to lose if their kink is discovered, so they will go to any lengths to protect their secrets and each other. Each book is a stand-alone, complete story.
Story Excerpt
“Well, the evening was a great success,” Calum said as he and Ruari met the next day to consider plans, over a wee dram of the eighteen-year-old Dalguise, of course.
“Andrew’s demonstration caused even more comment than we’d anticipated. I see the list he put up had Doughall and Ewan’s names as well as ours. That scene with Edana was sensational,” Ruari remarked.
“Yes, it was. What do you make of her and Andrew?”
Ruari considered for a while before he spoke. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, sniffed appreciatively and took a sip.
“I think he’s smitten. Oh, he does his best to conceal it, but when she’s in the room he has eyes and attention for no other. The problem is I’m not so sure about her feelings. She was flirting with me, in front of him, but when I suggested we take it further she drew back at once. Come to think about it, I’m not sure what her game is at all, nor Catriona’s. She was after Andrew like a bitch in heat, and Edana didn’t seem to mind at all.” Ruari sounded perplexed and not a little troubled.
Calum smiled to himself. Seems to me that Catriona knows exactly what she’s about, but I have no intention of spoiling her fun. Ruari needs to settle down soon. She’d make him an excellent wife, but he’s always been afraid to commit. Now he’s beginning to sound like a dog that sees his old neglected bone the focus of attention by another.
“I saw them giggling together earlier,” Calum remarked. “They seem to be up to something. Is she your sub or not?”
“I asked her to come here. I’m not sure I want to collar her. I don’t think I want a permanent arrangement just yet,” Ruari said, slowly, hesitating over his words.
“She’s a stunner with that sleek cap of multi-coloured hair and that voluptuous figure, what’s not to like? Just ask yourself how you’d feel if anyone else fucked her.”
“Oh, she’s gorgeous all right. There’s nothing wrong with her, it’s just me,” Ruari said.
Calum thought he’d said enough to give Ruari food for thought.
“Well, you know your own business best, Ruari. Let’s get to the plans for the future of the club. I’m for offering Doughall, Ewan and Heather membership. What about you?”
“It’s your club, Calum,” Ruari said.
“Yes, but we set it up, and I’d appreciate your candid opinion,” Calum said.
“Okay then. I agree. We’ll still need one more sub, to make up the numbers when we meet. We can ask if any of the Doms know of anyone who’d like to join. It’s not going to be easy, with such a small membership, not to have Doms queueing up for subs. Before you know it, the subs will be getting ideas well above their station.”
“No, we can’t have that. We shall just have to keep them in their place,” Calum said with a wink. “I can’t wait to try out that spanking bench.”
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Adult Excerpt (R)
Edana stood at the bottom of the staircase, and to one side, as she’d been instructed. She heard the sound of cars arriving, so she straightened her back and lowered her gaze. She heard the cheerful rumble of Andrew’s voice, and gripped her hands behind her back. She was nervous and on-edge. She well knew the spanking wasn’t the only ‘treat’ he had planned, and she hoped that it would only be himself administering the punishment. The door opened, and a blast of cool evening air made her shiver and her nipples turn to hard nubs. Andrew must have allowed everyone to precede him, because although she couldn’t look up, she could see their feet, and his laced brogues and stockings didn’t appear until the very end, after the bolts had been shot home.
“Ah my naughty little puss is awaiting my pleasure,” he almost purred. He put his bag on the floor and took out a box. He bent and sucked one stiff, little nipple into his mouth.
Edana gasped as she tried to remain upright. The pleasurable feelings made her toes curl, and her knees wobble. He stopped sucking and took out a wicked looking nipple clamp with which he adorned her nipple. Then he repeated the exercise and linked the two with a short length of chain that allowed very little movement, without tweaking the clamps. He hadn’t finished, because he was holding a third clamp and Edana’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she realised just where that was going.
He sat on the bottom step and told her to put one leg over his shoulder. When she hesitated, he pulled on the chain between her nipples to gain her attention, and she hurried to comply. His mouth sucked at her little bud, making her head spin, and she held onto him, to keep from falling over. When he took his mouth away, she moaned her objection, but he didn’t comply with her unspoken request. Instead, he placed the last clamp over her clit, linking it to the other two, with just enough chain so that movement would pull on her delicate parts. He told her to remove her leg and stand upright, then he adjusted the length of the chain to his liking.
He took a collar and lead out of his bag and, placing the former about her neck, he attached the latter, holding the end in his hand. He lifted her chin and smiled at her.
“I’ve waited for this for such a long time, and I’m going to enjoy every last minute, my sweeting.”
He led her to the stage and up the steps. Everyone was seated and silent. She felt so alone, but Andrew was on the other end of the lead, and he would look after her. She had to do this for him. He’d lost face because of her, and now it was pay-back time.
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Author’s bio
Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote “Initiation” book one in the Prometheus in Chains series writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky.
I am also very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from Sage Marlowe who edited this book and Jess Buffett for the beautiful cover.
This is only my second self-published book. My previous series “Prometheus in Chains,” “The Dragons of the Cairngorms,” “The Blood Red Rose Club,” and the single novellas, Angel in Hell and The Locket were published by Siren. Life on the Edge was published by Breathless Press.
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June 19, 2015
Get to know Talan McKenna from The Darkness Calls!
(Note: These answers are all pre-The Darkness Calls. No spoilers here!)
If you had a free day (or in this case, night) with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
If I had a night with no responsibilities, I have no idea what I’d do with it, to be honest. I’m so used to working. I think if, given the opportunity, I’d most likely turn off my cell phone and shut myself in with a good book, some even better Scotch, and a cigar. That sounds really nice, actually. *looks at watch*
What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they’ve known you for a while?
I’m powerful. I’m rich. I drink human blood. I’m a pretty big guy. I would say I probably intimidate most people. Lots of people know who I am, but few of them really KNOW me. I’d like to think that the ones that do find me to be a decent and fair person. Who knows whether that’s actually the case though. I think most people are too afraid to tell me.
What’s your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that’ll happen in your life?
I’ve long since given up on the idea of marriage for myself. I don’t know that there’s anyone out there I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I find myself too busy to read a book. I can’t imagine what feelings my wife would have about a man who isn’t able to make time.
What are you most proud of about your life?
I was born a son of poor Welsh peasants. Now I own all of this. *waves hand around gesturing at casino*
And what about something more personal?
Christ. Are we going to talk about my feelings now?
Stop deflecting and answer the question.
I pulled myself up from my bootstraps. I lived in a hut with a dirt floor with nine siblings. Now, I can afford to buy anything I want. I’ve made myself into something entirely different than I was. How is that not personal?
What are you most ashamed of in your life?
*sighs* Loss of control. When the change began to happen, I was ravenous and had no idea how to control myself. I’ve inadvertently taken lives. There was a child in particular that… Can we please move on?
If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
My mother. She died when I was a young boy. There was just something about her hugs. They brought me a comfort unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Do you think you’ve turned out the way your parents expected?
*laughs* I can assure you, my parents never excepted anything like this to happen. I’m sure they thought I’d be a farmer, have babies, and die just like the rest of the world at the time I was born. There’s no way they could have imagined a world like this, let alone my place in it.
What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?
Honestly, I’m not convinced there’s a God. Watching everyone you know and love turn to dust around you while you live forever is rather cruel. If there is a God, I can’t imagine he likes me very much. Would you do this to someone you loved? *gestures to self*
Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done? What would happen if you did it?
I haven’t been in the sun for over 450 years. I miss the warmth on my face.Not enough to go outside and kill myself, mind you, but I still miss it.
What’s the worst thing that’s happened in your life? What did you learn from it?
I was trapped in a snow storm in Northern Ontario once. Basically buried in. I had no food supply, animal or human. That was a painful week and a half. Extremely painful.
Tell me about your best friend.
Lachlan is probably the closest thing I have to a best friend. He’s more like family, honestly. He’s one of the only people I know who isn’t intimidated by me. It doesn’t hurt that he has a few stone and half a foot on me.
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? Why?
We talked about this already. Inadvertently drinking too much. I was hungry.
What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
Will I even have one of those, do you think? “Here lies Talan McKenna. He lived until he died.” *snort* I don’t know. Who thought up these questions?
Describe your ideal mate.
Back to this, eh? She would need to be smart, motivated, understanding, and completely unafraid of me.
What are you most afraid of?
That I’m going to actually live forever, I think. I lead a somewhat lonely life.
What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?
My work. I think the tangible results of my efforts to build this little empire of mine are what I value most. That and the few true friendships I’ve managed to foster along the way.
What do you like best about yourself? Least?
Even though I drink human blood, I do my best to stay connected to the universe. I give back. Charities, hospitals and things like that. I think maintaining that link helps keep me grounded. I like that best about myself, that I still feel the need to do that. It gives me hope for some reason.
How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?
All this talk about marriage and ideal partners makes me want companionship. Sex, sure. But the rest of it too. I miss simple contact. Maybe I should try to date more.
Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it?
I try to be honest, above all things. Lying takes too much energy and I’m far too busy to waste time.
What trait do you most deplore in others?
This goes back to your last question. Dishonesty. Nothing will make me lose respect for a person more quickly. What’s worse is when they think that I somehow don’t realize that they’re lying. Four hundred and eighty five years gives me a damned good perspective on the human/vampire nature. It shows weakness of character.
June 18, 2015
The Darkness Calls by Michelle Roth. Release Day! #iartg #eartg #asmsg #newrelease #paranormal #vampires
All of you paranormal erotic romance fans out there. It’s that time. YES! Release day!! This is the first installment of my The Transfigured Ones series. Ever wonder what the world would be like if vampires and humans co-existed together? Wanna find out?
When Lilly Ferguson narrowly avoids being mugged after work, she’s shocked to find that she’s gotten the attention of Talan McKenna. He’s the sinfully handsome owner of the Foxwood Casino and Spa where she works. There’s only one problem, though…
Talan is one of the Transfigured. Like half a million others across the globe, he possesses a very specific genetic mutation. It leaves him with the inability to age, an aversion to sunlight, and a thirst for human blood. When he learns of her tragic past, he worries that it’s an obstacle he’ll never be able to overcome.
Despite her heartbreaking history with the Transfigured, Lilly immediately senses that Talan is different. Where her fears once lay, there’s only a sense of peace and comfort. Just as they begin to build a love made to last several lifetimes, a shadowy figure from her past emerges and threatens to destroy everything.
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And a NSFW excerpt…
Talan sighed and looked sullenly out the window for a moment before he raised the volume of his voice and asked the driver, “You have the addresses I sent you?”
“Yes, sir,” he said. “Was there a particular order in which you’d like me to pick the other parties up?”
“No, whatever you think is best,” he said. He added, “Thank you.”
He gave her a pointed look that said, “See? I’m being nice.”
Lilly giggled at his expression and then curled into his side.
“I would kiss you now, but I have no desire to wear that,” he said, gesturing at her lipstick.
“Smudge-proof for up to eight hours,” she informed him smugly.
Just before his lips touched hers, he said, “Oh, the wonders of modern technology.”
“Mm,” she sighed against his mouth as he leaned in to kiss her. There was something about this man that she found damned near addictive.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth, scraping his teeth along it gently. Every so often, he would nip it and then rub his tongue along it as if he was soothing her. He turned kissing into an art form.
She felt Talan lean over and then heard a soft mechanical whir. She pulled back and blinked at him, confused.
“Privacy screen, love,” he said before he moved back in to press kisses along her jawline.
She tilted her head as his mouth worked its way down her neck. When his teeth ran over the bite marks, she heard his soft moan.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he kissed her neck, nipping and sucking at her until she squirmed with need.
The hand that had been holding her hip subtly moved to her thigh. When she let out a whimper of need, his hand gently stroked her inner thigh. Taking the hint, she spread her legs, giving him access to her pussy. His hand slid up to trace the edge of the thong she wore. She felt a new wave of arousal hit her as he rubbed his knuckles along her slit through her panties.
He lifted his mouth from her neck and said, “Push your skirt up for me love. Let me touch your soaked little pussy. I can feel it already. Your need. How wet you are for me. Do you have any fucking idea what that does to me?”
She groaned at his rough words and said, “Oh God, touch me, please.”
“Hmm. How shall I touch you? Tell me what you want me to do.”
Lilly had no experience with dirty talk. She felt awkward and had no idea what to say. In lieu of any idea how to do this, she just chose the direct approach and hoped it was acceptable.
“Slide your fingers under my panties. Stroke your fingers over my clit.”
When he complied, she moaned, “Like that, yes.”
He continued to swirl his fingertips around her clit until she moaned, “I need your fingers inside me.”
Talan groaned against her neck and said, “You have no idea how hard you’re getting fucked later tonight, Lilly.” Saying so, he shifted his thumb and began to press it against her clit as he slid three fingers into her aching cunt.
She rocked herself against his hand, whimpering softly. Eventually she let loose a moan when the sensation became a bit too much for her to handle. “Fuck,” she said. “That feels so good.”
“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, love. Are you going to come for me?”
June 16, 2015
Author Spotlight – Elodie Parkes, A Dom for Patti. CONTEST! #asmsg #iartg #eartg
A Dom for Patti, June 16 release from Evernight Publishing
When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness, she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening, and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date—just what is going on and will they ever get together?
An erotic romance, with Dom/sub and spanking elements—a contemporary, magical love story.
Background to the story
I wrote a story titled Rescuing Cade published by Evernight in February this year. In that story, Patti, the heroine from a Dom for Patti, is introduced to Cade. They are both visiting The Club, a select BDSM club. Cade is kind to Patti, but his heart already belongs to someone else and after only a few minutes he tells Patti he’s leaving. In that few minutes, he kisses Patti and she feels an instant attraction to him. Unfortunately, lonely Patti is destined not to be with Cade.
I liked Patti a lot and I decided to write her story. It’s an erotic romance with a twist. Patti is hoping for love as well as a handsome Dom to fill her lonely life, when she meets hunky Cameron in The Club, she thinks her luck is looking up … let’s hope so.
Interview with Cameron
1. If you were a dessert, what would you be?
Chocolate ice cream cake with a drizzle of coffee liqueur
2. What is it like being a personal trainer?
I enjoy seeing people achieve their goals and becoming happier with themselves. I travel with them sometimes, if they’re a movie star or model trying to get back into shape, and that can be fun.
3. What do you do when you need to blow off steam?
I own a fitness center with my brother so I work out and sometimes I’ll take off on a rock-climbing spree.
4. What do you look for in a woman?
Gentleness, intelligence, a sense of humor, sexiness, courage, beautiful eloquent eyes
5. What’s your favorite sex toy?
Mmm, let me think for a moment … okay well all kinds of vibrators and lubes are great because I can give my lady more pleasure
6. The blurb for A Dom for Patti mentions spanking, can we expect some in the story and do you enjoy spanking?
(Laughs) I’ve never been spanked per se, although Patti has dared to slap me on the ass as I pass naked, which I loved and had to kiss her loads to reassure her it was okay. I spank her because it makes her wet, but I don’t put my strength behind it. I do it for her to give her pleasure not to hurt. Frankly, I’d be devastated if I hurt her. I cherish her—she’s mine and we both know it, but that means I take care of her.
7. Tell us a little about Patti.
She works in fashion. She’s pretty, small, slender, and fits over my shoulder. (Smiles) She’s sexy, clever, interesting, luscious … let’s stop this before I start craving her kiss.
8. So, this is a love story?
It sure is. It’s hot, sexy, and there’s a journey, but it’s all worth it.
About Elodie Parkes
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes, even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.
Elodie loves:
Music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings and garter belts, movies, and potatoes, in any order. Elodie is addicted to black leather jackets, and faded jeans, and owns so many she’s ashamed to count them.
An Excerpt…
The darkness soothed Patti. The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and began to wonder why she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long. Happy now, she wandered along to the bar and ordered coffee.
Patti spent a pleasant ten minutes drinking her coffee and talking with the bartender, before a man and woman she’d seen around The Club in the past arrived at the bar. Patti cast a sidelong glance at them before transferring her scrutiny to watching their touches and kisses through the length of mirror along the back of the bar. They were obviously a couple. More than that, they were obviously in love.
Patti left the sight that reminded her of what she desperately wanted and walked along to the end of the room. She stopped in the gloom there and considered going home. She’d shaken her depression and maybe on her next visit she’d find one of the Masters free.
About to move off, instead, Patti turned abruptly. Someone approached from behind and she was suddenly aware she lurked around in the entrance to the corridor that led to the private rooms.
He was closer than she’d anticipated. A hard muscular chest met her, and as she bumped against the man, his arms enclosed her.
Patti looked up into the face of a man she’d never seen before.
His eyes were dark in the gloom. He’d stopped further into the shadows, but the handsome planes of his face were still obvious. A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smiled.
“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He left his arms around her.
Patti soaked up the contact. She looked at him with interest. “I was deep in thought.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
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June 12, 2015
Author Spotlight – Gale Stanley, Optical Illusions #IARTG #EARTG #ASMSG
Hey there. I’ve got Gale Stanley on my blog talking about her brand new release, Optical Illusions. She’s going to give you the rundown as to why it’s such a special story for her and share an excerpt that you’re sure to love. Without further adieu, Gale!
Hi Everyone! I’m very excited to share my new book with you. Optical Illusions is special to me for so many reasons. I gave free rein to my characters and they took me in a different direction. I’ve been writing mostly MM romance lately, and the main character in this book is a woman. Maggie really got into my head, and I knew I had to write her story in first person POV. I usually write in third.
The story is fiction, but I included a few things that are near and dear to my heart. The setting is my hometown, Philly, and one of my cats plays a supporting role. I did change his name to protect the innocent.
Here’s a sneak peek at Optical Illusions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Maggie’s troubled past makes her seal off her heart. She shuts everyone out, and puts all her energy into work, but suddenly, she’s having erotic fantasies about her two bosses. They’re perfect. Good-looking, intelligent, caring… Everything a woman could want. But they only have eyes for each other.
Michael and Aaron have been a couple since college, but one thing is missing from their relationship. They’re bisexual and they miss having a woman in their lives. Maggie would be the perfect addition to their family. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate… But they’re sure she’ll never accept their unconventional lifestyle.
Excerpt
Jack leans toward me, and I don’t back away. It’s just a kiss. What harm can it do? His fingers tangle in my hair, and I inhale his spicy cologne. The exotic fragrance intoxicates me. Our mouths meet and I whimper. His prodding tongue slips past my lips. I like the prickly feel of his ‘stache and I wonder how it would feel on other parts of my body. Now I’m wet with anticipation.
Jack’s lips trace a path along my jaw. His tongue traces the rim of my ear while his hand inches up my thigh and reaches the edge of my panties. He fingers the damp lace, and I start squirming on the cool leather. I’m soaked, and suddenly embarrassed. I pull back and press my legs together.
“Don’t play hard to get,” he says. “I like a woman who’s responsive.” He kisses me again, and then pulls my dress down off my shoulders, trapping my arms.
No. “Yes,” I hiss.
Jack’s eyes focus on my chest. He pushes down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. His warm palms cover them. I’m not the good girl I want to be, and I’m too aroused to pretend. I push my breasts into his hands and whimper as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. He must be reading my mind, or maybe my eyes, because he lowers his head, takes a nipple between his lips, and sucks. Oh, god! Every pull goes straight to my pussy.
Where you can find Optical Illusions
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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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June 11, 2015
Author Spotlight – S.J. Maylee – Taking Over #EARTG #IARTG #ASMSG
Gina’s life was perfect, until the day she realized the man she loved didn’t love her back. Her charming life turned upside down as tragedy and cruelty struck her down. She learned to protect her family from those who could cause them pain, but she inadvertently ensured the perfect life would be forever out of her reach.
Marcus has hid his love for Gina for years. His assumptions about her have allowed him to be harsh, but underneath all the anger is a man deeply in love. The tough realities of her life put them in position to see themselves in a whole new light. The second chance is right there and it could take them over the edge into the love they’ve always wanted.
Where you can find TAKING OVER:
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This had to be a new record. In less than a minute, he had her loathing herself. It didn’t matter he was working on incorrect data. “Hope not to see you again.” She waved as she turned to go.
“Wait.”
She kept moving.
His hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her around. “When a Master tells you to wait, you do as you’re told. Our personal history doesn’t erase protocol. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rubbed against his. From under her lashes, she looked up into his light blue eyes and, for a second, wished she could forget why she hated him.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back and let his hand fall. “You came to this area because you needed something from the benches. I’m the only one free right now.” He raised his hand and brushed away the hair hanging in front of her eyes. “I can give you what you need.”
Once again, Marcus showed himself as the good guy. She didn’t like him because he had a tendency to call her out on her mistakes and she was certain he thought her supposed latest was a doozy, since it ended her marriage.
“That’s nice of you, but it’s okay.” She took a step back.
“I can see that it’s not.” He took a step forward. “We can push past our history and live in this moment.” He grabbed her hand. “Let me help.”
Warmth gathered in her core. She’d seen this side of him, but they’d never scened together. She tilted her head to the side and examined him. The first time she gazed into his blue eyes, she knew he’d cause her problems. He could see the truth through all the mess, not that he ever tried to understand her. She didn’t want to know what he’d see if he ever took a closer look at her. Fear ticked up her spine. She had a feeling that he alone would be her undoing.
Desperate to let go, she knew the sting of a paddle was what she needed, but sometimes it was hard to separate feelings discovered at the spanking bench. She laughed out loud. Since there was no way she’d start to care about Marcus now, she decided to take him up on his offer. After all, she was determined to reach the kind of release only a good reddened ass could provide.
“Thanks, Marcus.” She walked to the only free bench and bent over the apparatus, putting her forearms on the padded rests and grasped the holding bar. Her short skirt would already be giving him quite a show. For the first time, she wished the club allowed submissives to wear panties.
“Since we’ve never played together, I won’t be restraining you. We certainly don’t have that kind of trust. You understand how important it is not to move, correct?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand. I won’t move.” It pinched her last nerve to call him sir, but he was doing her a great service. For these few minutes, she’d give him the respect any Master in this club deserved.
He flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round ass. The paddle brushed over her lower back, across her hip, and down the length of her leg to her knee. His hand followed the paddle with a feather touch, allowing a soothing bliss to spread over her skin.
The room either quieted or she’d blocked out the noise but she welcomed the peace, needing to remember why she was there. He repeated the pattern on the other side, drawing her in with his tenderness. She swallowed against the unwelcomed thoughts threatening to break her concentration.
“I’ll give you twenty swats. I expect you to count them.”
“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”
The paddle rubbed over her right cheek and then smacked against it, rocking her whole body. The force behind the swat surprised her, this was not her first mistake. What had she been thinking? Submitting to Marcus was on her list of things to never try. She had to give him more credit. He’d caught her off her game.
“We’ll start back at one each time you forget to count.” He smacked her other cheek.
“One. Sorry, Sir.”
“Not as sorry as your ass will be if you forget again.” He dragged the paddle along her skin in the same figure as before, spreading the sensitivity. “I have no problem paddling your ass all night.” He smacked her right cheek again.
“Two…three…four.” Somewhere over the next couple of swats, Gina remembered why she’d come back into the club tonight. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. She gulped in a breath of air and waited for the next hit to land with its punishing kiss of heat, but none came. Marcus stepped into her line of sight, just out of reach. The paddle was no longer in his hand.
“I’ll keep counting, Sir. Please, I need this.”
He lowered himself beside her and reached out to caress her fingers until she released her strangle hold. “I’ll finish, after I’ve determined you’re in the right frame of mind.”
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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June 10, 2015
Author Spotlight – Jennifer Macaire
I’ve got Jennifer Macaire here talking about her newest release, Murder and Mayhem. It’s an urban fantasy with a dose of romance and a zest of humor. If you liked Buffy the Vampire slayer, you’ll enjoy May, the vampire killer!
Buy the book at Evernight Publishing
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Meet May, the vampire killer. She’s quick, clever, and deadly, and she takes life very seriously having been killed once before by a mob of rogue vamps. Her father, a powerful necromancer, brought her back to life. She’s M.U.C.I.’s (Mutant and Undead Criminal Investigation) best man, er, woman, well, zombie actually, for catching and killing rogue vampires, so when two kids show up with all the signs of having been killed by a rogue, May gets the case.
Clues lead straight to a certain Bartholomew Aelfrith, a vampire, whose sense of humor and tall blond good looks are enough to convince May he needs killing, even if he’s not the killer. If he makes one more joke about her chop-sticks, she’s going to stab him through the heart with one. The problem is, Bartholomew is probably the only person who can catch the real killer, so May has to put up with his insouciance and his wise-cracks, and his penchant for picking up strays of all kinds.
But if he says, “I’ve got a plan” one more time, she’s going to scream.
And now an excerpt…
May stepped outside and opened her umbrella. The burst of hail had changed to sporadic, slushy rain. It was a glowering, bitterly cold evening. Clouds moved sullenly across the dark sky.
From her street on the hill, she could see the river curving in its gentle S, the two bridges, Christmas Junction where the sky scrapers glittered, and downtown, where she could hopefully find a taxi. The clouds were so low that they hid the top half of the skyscrapers in Christmas Junction. A train, far in the distance, looked like a brightly lit caterpillar crossing the busy downtown area below.
The street she lived on was in a quiet residential neighborhood with old trees and a large park behind a tall, wrought-iron fence. The buildings, trees, and fence all leaned together, conspiring to keep the riffraff out. The sidewalk was clean and the cars lining the road gleamed. No riffraff here tonight … unless that shadow was up to no good.
May tilted her head to get a better look. In between two cars, on the opposite side of the street, huddled a shadow. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Something was not quite right. The shadow was too small to be a human, but too large for a dog. It slid around to the far side of the car to hide as May drew even.
What was it hiding from? And what was it? May was curious. She closed her umbrella and hooked it over the fence on her left, and then she darted across the street and peered behind the car. Crouching near the rear bumper was a small, skinny boy.
“Hi there. Are you all right?” May started toward him.
He bared his fangs and hissed as she drew near.
May’s step faltered. A vampire child. An abomination! Who the hell had made him? The prickle of fear turned into a full blown shiver. Poor creature. Too young to fend for itself, but dangerous nonetheless. As soon as it realized its powers it would go on a killing spree, and nothing living could resist it. Slowly, she eased her hand into her purse to get her cellphone to call for backup.
“Don’t hurt me,” he whimpered, cowering against the car. His eyes were huge with panic. Blood on his neck and a wet, brown stain on his T-shirt showed he hadn’t changed his clothes since it had happened, and that it had been recent. That was a blessing, at least. The more recently he had been killed, the weaker he would be. She might be able to handle this on her own.
Staying well back, she examined him. He wore no jacket and one of his shoes, May noted, was missing. “I won’t hurt you. Where’s your other shoe?” It was best to stick to unimportant things. Or at least, things that seemed unimportant. At times like this, anything could be crucial. Anything could set him off. She had to be careful. A rogue vampire had made this creature, and its saliva was deadly for anything other than a full-blooded vampire.
“My shoe?” He glanced down at his foot and flinched. “I don’t know.” He looked back up at her, his eyes pleading now. “I don’t know. I woke up nearby, I think, in a park. I woke up when the hail hit my face. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. Can you help me? I should be cold …” His voice trailed off. “I’m dreaming. Is that it? Is this a dream?”
May nodded, forcing her lips into a smile. “Yes. It’s a dream.”
Poor creature. He’d been badly made, hastily made, and made against all the laws and rules that governed the vampire clan. Not that they had many rules, and not that they really cared. They followed the rules only because they feared the consequences of breaking them and not from any moral obligation. May moved very slowly, so as not to startle him into attacking her.
“I can help you,” she said, crouching in front of him. “It’s a strange dream, isn’t it? I can help you.”
“I just want to wake up.” His voice was hoarse and his fangs, sharp as needles, glittered with bloody saliva.
“All right.” May eased her hand into her purse. “I want you to stand up straight. That’s right. Now, close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’ Say it three times, and you’ll wake up.”
“All right.” He nodded, pathetically glad to obey. He screwed his eyes shut. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
May took careful aim and drove the stake through his heart.
“There’s no place like … home.” The creature opened its eyes, but they were empty and saw nothing now. He was so slight he fell like a ribbon to the sidewalk, landing without a sound. His bare foot pointed at the sky. It started to rain again, harder.
About the Author…
Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
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May’s traditional zombie stir fry recipe:
Honey Lemon Chicken and Asparagus
Serves 4
Ingredients
1 tablespoon oil
1 pound chicken, cut into bite sized pieces
1 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces
2 tablespoons honey
3 tablespoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon lemon zest
2 tablespoons soy sauce (reduced sodium)
1/4 cup chicken both – (May uses chicken bullion cubes)
1 teaspoon chilli sauce or a pinch of cayennne pepper
1 clove garlic, grated
1 teaspoon ginger, grated
1 tablespoon water
2 teaspoons cornstarch
Directions
– Mix honey, lemon juice, soy sauce, broth, chill sauce, lemon zest, garlic, ginger and set aside in a bowl.
– Heat the oil in a pan over medium-high heat, add the chicken and stir fry until cooked through and browned a bit.
– Add the asparagus and stir fry until it turns a brighter green, about 2 minutes.
– Add the honey, lemon juice mixture, stir
– Whisk the water with the corn starch, stir in to coat and cook until the sauce thickens, about a minute.
Serve over rice. (May likes to drink ginger beer with this, and finish up with lychees and her father’s smoky moon-shadow tea.)
June 8, 2015
Author Spotlight – Gayle Cranfield
I’ve got one of my favorite Lascivious Ladies of Literature with me today on my blog, Gayle Cranfield! She’s here talking about her newest release, The Forever Forest. This is a fascinating concept. I can’t wait to binge read my copy later tonight!
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A series of unusual, and unexplained murders in Bath, England, pushes Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh and Psychic Investigator, Gabriel Lewis, to work together.They discover a link to a new Steam Punk nightclub, The Wolf’s Den, where owner Darius Wolf, when interviewed, disorientates Rebecca. On exciting the club, Rebecca collapses, seemingly intoxicated, leaving Gabriel no choice but to take her to his home.
She has no memory of meeting Wolf, but attraction between Rebecca and Gabriel reaches boiling point as she discovers Gabriel is not as he seems. The timid psychic is a Dominant in the bedroom and turns her world upside down, as the normally strong willed Detective realizes what has been missing in her past relationships, the submission Gabriel requires from her.
Darius, now obsessed with Rebecca, gains access to her dreams when she is kidnapped by him, leaving Gabriel having to find a passage into Rebecca’s dreams and save her from The Forever Forest.
And now an excerpt…
“You mentioned Jekyll and Hyde earlier, I’d that how you see me?” Gabriel asked as they sat eating their pasta.
“A bit yes. You seem so quiet normally, but this morning, when we were in your bedroom, you were a different person. More forceful.”
“I asked you this morning if that scared you and you said no, but when you walked in here today you seemed very nervous.”
“Apprehensive I think is more the terminology you should be using.”
“Why?” he asked casually.
“The word dominant conjures up many images in my head. I’ve read books, and I know what it means.”
“Is that how you see me?”
“Yes.” She gulped.
“You are a very astute woman. You’ve already worked me out from this morning?”
“Yes. I’m a Detective you know, it’s my job.” She tried to make a joke, but she knew it just sounded like panic.
“The term Dominant can mean all sorts of things in life.”
“What does it mean to you?”
“I’d like you to look at yourself,” he said, deflecting her question.
“In what way?” she asked.
“You are an extremely dominant woman in your work, and I presume you are like that because you are in a very male oriented world and have had to learn to be like that. Am I right?”
“To a certain extent, yes,” she agreed.
“But I get the feeling that is not your natural personality.” He took a long drink from his glass and refilled both glasses again.
“How so?” She nodded in thanks to the wine and picked her glass up and put it to her lips. The wine, along with the food that Gabriel had prepared, was a taste sensation. “Every now and then I see Alice falling down a rabbit hole, only fleetingly, but it’s there.”
“That’s a strange analogy, explain.” She smiled as she put her glass down and picked up her fork once more.
“I know you’re good at your job and you are obviously very thorough, but I get the feeling that this persona, this hard woman, is not the real you. You have been dragged out of your comfort zone with this career and have had to learn to adapt.”
“Keep talking.” This man was good.
“You are an extremely foreboding personality and I wouldn’t want to cross you at work, but last night and this morning I saw a different side to you, a timid side, and one I’d like to explore a little further.” She went to open her mouth, but Gabriel put his hand up to stop her saying anything. “Before you jump down my throat, hear me out please.”
“Ok.” She was beginning to take offense at his hint that she was weak.
“You do not socialize with people from work, do you?”
“No, they’re a bunch of arseholes. I like a few of them, but I still wouldn’t choose to spend any amount of with them, Tanya is probably the only one I would see out of work.”
“So is that because you don’t want people to see the real you when you take your mask off?”
“I’m sorry?”
“When you get home, do you close the door behind you and lock the woman away and the little girl is released?”
Rebecca didn’t say anything, visions of her unicorn pajamas folded on her bed suddenly flicked through her mind.
“I take it by that silence I’m correct.”
“Go on…”
“Let’s take another avenue. Tell me about your last relationship.”
“Er, ok, I met Harry when I was working on a stalking case few years ago. He was the victim before you ask.”
“And you started a relationship with him?”
“After the case was over, yes, I did. He was a lovely man and wanted to marry me, but it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“What did you want?”
“Something else.”
“And what was that?”
Silence reigned as Rebecca couldn’t quite give him a reason why she didn’t want to marry Harry.
“Did you ever take that mask off in front of him?”
“Why do you keep going on about a mask?”
“Because I think, and please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, that you are such a force in your work and all you want to do when you get home is curl up and lock the door with a book and a glass of wine. Am I right so far?”
“Possibly.”
“Harry met you in a work environment, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“When he was possibly at the lowest time in his life being stalked, making him jumpy and needy.”
“True.”
“And you were the strong Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh, crime fighter extraordinaire.”
“Now you’re taking the piss.” She laughed. “You had me believing you then.”
“Look at the situation. Was it the tough DS Leigh he fell in love with, or the little girl lost that escapes to her fantasy world in books or TV?” Silence again. “How was your sex life?”
She blushed. “Good, I think.” She hated talking about her sex life as she’d discussed with Tanya that morning.
“Was it always you that took the lead, perhaps always instigated sex?”
She thought for a moment. “He was busy, always working long hours.”
“And you weren’t?”
“That’s not the point,” she answered abruptly.
“It totally is the point. He saw you as the dominant personality in your relationship and in all aspects of it, and I don’t think you are. Yes, you are dominant in your work life, but you want to be that woman who is taken care of, too.”
“I think I get what you mean.”
“So I want to explore that side of your quieter personality, not the tough CID Detective Sergeant.”
“How do you intend to do that?”
“There is one avenue I want to explore with you, Rebecca. It will probably make you very apprehensive.”
“What’s that? You’re killing me here, Gabriel. Get to the point will you?”
“I want you to submit to me.”
“What, in everything I do?” She panicked.
“No, just in the bedroom or wherever sex occurs. Your life is your own. I would not try and change that. I like that side. It’s feisty, but it is Rebecca I want to explore further, not Detective Sergeant Leigh.”
“I’m not into whips and chains and things.”
“Stop panicking. It’s not all about that. It’s about control. It can be, but that’s not what I want from this.”
“What do you want from it?”
“Basically, to Dominate you in our sex life.”
“I’m not sure about this, Gabriel. Is this something you’re used to?”
“It has been in the past, yes. It can make a very interesting relationship. Basically I want to pleasure you in every way possible, and I want to ensure that you have enough orgasms to make your ears bleed.”
“And what do you get out of this?” she asked curiously.
“To take care of you. Don’t worry, you will satisfy me, too, but my purpose will be your pleasure.”
“The perfect man?” She chuckled.
“You said it, not me.” His eyes looked over his wine glass, and although she couldn’t see his mouth she knew he was smirking behind the blood red liquid.
Get to know Gayle…
Gayle Cranfield was born in London and found her forever after, Mark at the age of 14.
After nearly 30 years of being together, they have two children, both at a university, and now live in Wiltshire in the South West of England somewhere between Stonehenge and Bath.
Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she’d write a short story, before she knew it she had 97000 words!
Contact Her…
Website: www.gaylecranfield.co.uk
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