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Author Spotlight – Jacqueline Anne

 

Coming from a troubled home where no one loves her, Miya Jenkins turns to the only people who ever cared – the Walkers. Her best friends, Cate and Caden, always have her back and their parents treat her like a second daughter. She’s smart, dedicated to her education, and focused on success. Miya learns to trust her instincts and never relinquish control, all while enjoying what life and men have to offer. Trust is a hard thing to come by for Miya, and she refuses to open up her heart. Like the willow tree under which she lost her innocence, she bends but doesn’t break.

Caden Walker – always there for her, always protective, always a comfort, but wanting more.

Miya refuses to reveal her inner self, not even to him, and she’s not willing to sacrifice their friendship. She wants a normal life, to feel anchored in the safety of someone’s arms, but she wonders if anyone can ever tear down the high walls built around her heart. Is it possible the walls already began to crumble beneath that willow tree? Will all of her successful endeavors lead her to the one she thought most unattainable?

 

Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G0mC5out3Y&feature=youtu.be

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SM83E7I

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00SM83E7I

http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00SM83E7I

http://www.amazon.com.au/Awakening-Willows-Heart-Endeavors-Book-ebook/dp/B00SM83E7I

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121202548

 

SWEET LOVERS SERIES

All of You – Sweet Lovers Book 1

Alayna Taylor is a dedicated wife, loving mother, and opened her dream business. A tragic accident overturns her perfect life. Pushing through, she finds strength to move on as a mother and business owner. Then she looks for what she wants as a woman and pursues the man of her erotic dreams, her children’s doctor.

Adam Bryant is a caring, gentle man, the perfect pediatrician. He has dedicated his life to caring for others and always followed the “everything happens for a reason” motto. A text from his patients’ mother has him ringing her doorbell.

Alayna is clear that she is a package deal and protects her heart and kids. Adam discovers a hungry sexual side that only she brings out of him with her strength and seductive ways. He is determined to show Alayna how much he cares about all of her with his thoughtful, mind blowing surprises.

Both Alayna and Adam find themselves wanting a whole lot more.

 

Buy Links:

(print) http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Lovers-Siren-Publishing-Classic/dp/1632584859

www.bookstrand.com/all-of-you

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NEWXO0O

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/all-of-you-sweet-lovers/id918604509?mt=11

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-of-you-sweet-lovers-jacqueline-anne/1120327664?ean=9781632581730

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jacqueline_Anne_All_of_You_Sweet_Lovers?id=Sqx_BAAAQBAJ

 

Letting Go – Sweet Lovers 2

Sexy stock broker, Mike Foerster, was used to playing the field until he met Catherine Beckitt, the gorgeous business manager of the New York Empires’ baseball stadium. 

Catherine is a successful, hardworking professional. She has kept her past a secret since the day she left her hometown nearly twelve years ago.

They were enjoying each other and taking their relationship slow when Mike received a phone call about his job changing. The confidentiality agreement would force him to lie to his loved ones and Catherine. He couldn’t do it and broke up with her on New Year’s. 

Fast forward three months, Mike still couldn’t get her out of his mind. He spots her on opening day and she still took his breath away. Their chemistry was even hotter once he convinced her to see him again. 



Will Mike’s job tear them apart or will Catherine’s haunted past come back to destroy her? Only trust and time will tell.

 

Buy Links:

http://www.bookstrand.com/letting-go-anne

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RU6LZQU

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/letting-go-sweet-lovers-2-jacqueline-anne/1121014006

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/letting-go-sweet-lovers-2/id956943833

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jacqueline_Anne_Letting_Go_Sweet_Lovers_2?id=kW0aBgAAQBAJ

 

 

Mia Bella Anna – Sweet Lovers 3

Releasing this summer!

Make Me Forget

Releasing this summer!

Bestselling romance author, Paige Mattheson, is experiencing the worst case of writer’s block. She hasn’t written a word in weeks and is struggling with the intimate scenes in her book. With deadlines quickly approaching, she goes on a weekend getaway to the beach to clear her head. She promises herself she will relax and find her true self again, along with some inspiration to see past her heartache and complete her novel.

Fun loving, Tyler Barrow, is vacationing in Montauk, New York. He is passionate about his career as a teacher and about surfing. When Tyler misses his original flight home, a miscommunication with the owner of the rental unit finds Tyler staring at a beautiful woman in his kitchen. He is instantly drawn to her and eager to find out why, even if it is only for the weekend.

Paige is initially annoyed by the naked intruder who has interrupted her quiet vacation. She sticks to the promise she made herself and tries to let go and have some fun.

Will Tyler be able to make Paige forget about her past? Will fate prove to be more than just a weekend fling even though they live on different ends of the earth?

Only time and a bestselling novel will tell.

Estimate release dates: 

Pre-order – July 24

Early download for Totally Bound readers – August 7

General Release – September 4

Author’s Bio

Struggling through health issues, I discovered my love for reading romances. Writing then became my escape and in some ways, a depiction of my spirit. I enjoy creating strong female characters who overcome hardships, reflecting on some of my own adversities, trials, and triumphs. The relationships are sweet and sexy with characters who embody discovery, lust, trust, happiness, and love.

I lead a full and exciting life in Northeast Ohio. I love to bake, create, workout, dance, and read. I truly believe everything happens for a reason. My life can attest to that. Work hard. Play hard. Live life to the fullest each and every day, doing it all in a pair of 4″ heels ;). Who says you can’t have it all?

 

Social Media:

Website: www.authorjacquelineanne.com

Email: jacquelineanne@authorjacquelineanne.com

Facebook: www.Facebook.com/authorjacquelineanne

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/8537336.Jacqueline_Anne

Amazon Author: www.amazon.com/author/jacquelineanne

Twitter: www.twitter.com/AuthorJacAnne

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/AuthorJacAnne

Tsu: www.tsu.co/AuthorJacAnne

Wicked Wednesday: “No, No. You first.” Edition.

 

NSFW, folks. Really not safe.

Well, for those of you keeping track, I do believe you were promised TWO snippets to make up for missing last week. I was in the midst of finishing a book, plus doing final edits. For those of you that don’t write, imagine those scenes in movies where there are hundreds of people on the New York Stock Exchange floor. People are shouting at you and waving pieces of paper at you. There’s so much going on that you’re not really paying great attention to any of it. That.. was my last week

This week is shaping up much better. One book is being released. An anthology story was accepted by a new publisher. Waiting to hear back on the story I finished last week from another publisher. I’m chugging away on a new manuscript for a novella series. LIFE IS GOOD.

And without any further rambling, Taken:

When Tansy had mentioned the auction, despite her otherwise vanilla sex life, Charlotte had been intrigued. Maybe she had even agreed to it because of her vanilla sex life. Now, as she stood, tied to the St. Andrews cross, she was beginning to regret that decision.

She, more than anyone, was surprised by the bidding frenzy. When a rough, sexy voice had called out the sum of $15,000, the entire crowd had gone silent. She hadn’t been able to see the faces of the men and women that were bidding on her. She supposed that must have been by design, though. She’d heard the murmurs through the crowd though. Damian Wallace had won her for the night.

More shocking, was that Damian had sent an envoy backstage to go over what would come next. The kind, older gentleman went over soft limits, hard limits, safe words, and confidentiality. A contract signed by Damian Wallace promised to abide by these things. In return, he agreed not to record, photograph or otherwise exploit his position of power to cause her undue stress.

That had seemed more than acceptable at the time. Now, however, bound and unable to move, she worried. Would that be enough?

When she’d entered the dungeon, she’d been summarily ordered to strip. He’d nodded, still not touching her and he surveyed her body. His gaze had lingered at her pussy. “Very good, Charlotte. You followed my instructions.”

She flushed. He’d scheduled services for her at a spa in town. They had included a massage, manicure, pedicure, and full wax. The rest had been nice, but the wax had hurt. It was yet another reason why she was glad she had listed wax play as a hard limit.

“I trust you followed the rest of my instructions as well?”

She had nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

“That was very pretty but you need not call me sir. I haven’t earned that title yet. You may call me Damian.”

Dutifully, she had said, “Yes, Damian.”

Touching her for the first time, he’d stroked his fingertips down her jawline and asked, “And how was that?’

“Frustrating,” she had blurted out. He’d ordered her to masturbate for thirty minutes each day in the three days prior to her coming to his home. The catch, of course, is that she wasn’t allowed to come. “There was something that made it even more exciting. Knowing that I wasn’t allowed to come.”

“And you followed those orders to the tee, did you?”

“Yes.”

“Very good,” he praised. “Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. The real secret is… Often the punishment and reward are the same thing.”

As he’d spoken that last sentence, his fingers had given both nipples a sharp pinch that had sent sensation coursing through her veins.

She’d cried out more in shock than pain.

“Yes,” he said, nodding. “You’ll do nicely.”

After that they’d delved into a lengthy conversation about safe words.

Now, she was strapped to this huge cross and she waited. His back was turned to her, so she took a moment to admire his lean form. He wore a pair of worn jeans and a snug t-shirt. His inky black hair was closely cropped, and impeccably styled.

Charlotte had no idea why this rich, gorgeous man had chosen her, but she was determined to enjoy herself.

Suddenly he turned around, flogger in hand. “Ever had one of these used on you?”

She shook her head and said, “No.”

That hadn’t been the answer he’d been expecting apparently because he asked, “It’s not often you find the inexperienced at a slave auction. Why did you participate?”

“I was tired of having half ass orgasms from men who didn’t particularly care if I got off. After a certain point, having to draw a road map got tedious. I wanted someone who would focus on my pleasure as much as I focused on theirs.”

He set the flogger down, considered her for a moment and then picked up a long strip of cloth. As he approached her, he said, “Blindfold.”

Charlotte was surprised to see that it was sheer lace. It didn’t block her view entirely so much as it obscured it. She could still see basic shapes but nothing really discernible.

She immediately felt his fingers trail down her soft belly. He dipped his finger between her thighs and said, “Well, it looks like someone has a very wet pussy. I think Charlotte likes to be tied up.”

When she didn’t speak, he pressed three fingers into her aching pussy and fucked her with them. Almost conversationally he asked, “Don’t you, Charlotte? Answer me.”

Sensation ripped through her. She had been needy and on edge for days now. “Yes, Damian,” she moaned. “I like like being tied up.”

Just as her orgasm threatened to crest, he slid his fingers out of her and said, “Not yet,  pet. You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

With a chuckle, he moved away from her. Even through the blindfold, she could clearly see that he licked  his fingers clean. She gave an involuntary moan at the sight.

He picked up something from the table. If she had to guess, it was probably the flogger from the shape of it. He began tracing the soft strips across her breasts and belly. The light dragging against her skin was almost soothing. Her eyes drifted closed as she relaxed.

Without warning the flogger left her skin briefly, then landed against her belly with a thud. She let out an involuntary gasp. It was more out of shock, than any real pain. It felt rather like a hand with thousands of tiny fingers stroking across her skin.

He stepped back, then began to work the flogger across her breasts and stomach. Eventually the sensations began to compound. She felt a slight heat, then eventually a dull pain. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

After one particularly hard slap of the flogger against her tender breasts, he stopped. She saw him survey his work. It was hard to tell his facial expression due to the lace. Was he pleased? She wished she knew what he was thinking.

“I think,” he murmured, “that you could use a little bit of decoration.” Having said that, he reached into his pocket and added, “Nipple clamps.”

“Uhm,” Charlotte interrupted. “I don’t know if I can-”

“You’ve not been given permission to speak, Charlotte. You can either safe word or you can accept what I think you need. Those are the two options. Which will it be?”

Charlotte considered and then murmured, “Go on, please.”

He proceeded to stroke his fingers over her tight little nipples, then suck on them. Once they were hard and she was all but panting again, he brought a tweezer-like clamp up and attached it to her nipple.

She couldn’t help but wince when he adjusted it. By the time he got both nipples clamped and then gave a light tug on the chain that attached them, she was quite certain that she not only could handle the clamps but that she enjoyed them very much. Each twitch and swing of the chain shot sensations of hot, white pleasure straight to her clit.

“Well,” he asked, smugly.

“You were right,” she admitted softly.

His fingers moved between her thighs, stroking over her clit gently. Unable to stop herself, Charlotte let out a sob of need. She had never needed to come so badly in her entire life.

“You may not come,” he cautioned, working his fingers against the small bundle of nerves.

“Please,” she begged, gasping for air. “I can’t… I can’t. Let me come please, Damien.”

“Not yet. Soon, though,” he said, removing his hand from between her thighs.

She groaned, unsatisfied but wisely said nothing more.

He moved back to the table near the wall and picked up another two items. One of them was so small she couldn’t see it, but the other looked like a stick.

When he approached again, his hand drifted back between her thighs. He skipped over her soaked pussy entirely and gently pressed his fingers against the tight rosette. “Have you been taken here before, Charlotte?”

“No,” she whispered.

“I thought not. That’s a shame. I was looking forward to burying myself in your tight little asshole. This will have to suffice.”

She felt one slippery finger breach the tight ring of muscle and then moaned at the steady slide of his finger inside her. He continued to drag his finger slowly along all of the newly awakened nerve endings until she panted desperately.

That was when she felt something plastic replace his finger. Slowly, the item that was slightly larger than his finger began to press inside of her. Her body automatically fought the intrusion.

“Relax for me. It’s only a plug. It’s only a little bigger than my finger. You seemed to enjoy that,” he soothed.

As she felt the plug press against her again, she concentrated on keeping herself relaxed. A moment later, it slid inside her with an almost lewd pop followed by the snap of plastic. He had been wearing a glove, she realized.

She felt him press against the plug again briefly, and then her body stiffened as the low hum of vibrations started in her ass. “Oh god,” she exclaimed.

His fingers slid back into her pussy and pressed against the plug through the thin wall. “Soon,” he said.

Her breathing stuttered when she felt the press of something foreign against her clit. She heard a low click and then whatever he was pressing against her clit began to vibrate violently. She shifted against it, trying desperately to hold back her orgasm.

“Please,” she begged. “Pleaseeee. I need to come. Please let me come.”

“Come for me. As many times as you can,” he commanded.

She was nearly blinded with the force of the orgasm that tore through her. Her pussy convulsed over and over as she writhed against his hand. The force of her body shaking sent the chain connecting her clamped nipples rocking against her. It only heightened the sensation.

She lost track of how many orgasms that he drew from her. She only knew that there was no way she’d ever, ever be able to go back to vanilla sex again. By the time he unclamped her nipples, removed her blindfold, took her down off the cross and took the plug out of her ass, she felt like melted wax.

Charlotte was lax against him as he carried her over to a large overstuffed sofa. Slumped against him, in his lap, she sighed. More sated than she had ever been, it took her several minuts to get her wits about her. She became incrementally aware of his very aroused cock pressing against the small of her back.

She finally asked, “What about you?”

“Believe me,” he said, grinning. “We’ll get to that.”

 

And as promised, here’s the second one. Teacher’s Pet:

Paige Marcus blinked at her friend Stephanie and said, “What? Sorry. I’m totally spaced out.”

“You need to go talk to that guy, Paige. He’s totally hot and he’s been looking over at you for the last five minutes.”

“Which table,” she asked, not turning her eyes from Stephanie’s face.

“Against the wall on the left. You can’t miss him. He looks like he’s in his late thirties, maybe but I’d make the exception. He’s gorgeous.”

Slowly, she shifted her eyes and then blinked. “Oh jesus, Steph. That’s my old english teacher from college.”

“Professor Hottie!”

“Yes, jesus. Did you have to freaking yell that?”

“We’re in a bar,” Stephanie bitched. “Settle down.. and Oh. He’s headed this way. Gonna run to the ladies!”

“Paige Marcus. I thought that was you!”

“Professor Samuels,” she said, automatically.

“I’m pretty sure you’re no longer a student. You can call me Tyler,” he said, with that same mischievous smile that had always had her panties near melting in class. Without waiting for the invitation, he slid into the vacated seat next to her.

“Well, technically, I am. Just not at Gibson, anymore. I’m studying to get my law degree,” she answered, grinning.

“Impressive. I suspected you’d move on to great things. Your papers were always impeccable. You don’t get a lot of that in English 1.”

“I was working to pay for school. If I’m buying it, no sense in wasting it by being half assed.”

He laughed and agreed, “Good point.”

“So, uh. This doesn’t exactly seem like your kind of place,” she said carefully.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me old. I will admit that the drummer is my little brother, though. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have been my venue of choice. And are you even old enough to be in here?”

“Fake ID,” she lied smoothly. At his look of consternation, she said, “Simmer down, Professor. I’m twenty six. I started college a little late.”

They continued to talk until the band started cueing up. He gestured toward the front of the bar near the stage and asked, “Come listen with me? I might need the support, I’m afraid.”

A smile tugging at her lips, she grabbed her drink and then got up. She was surprised when his hand rested on the small of her back. Saying nothing, she allowed him to lead her up front. He raised his hand in salute to the drummer who seemed to be scanning the crowd. He was kind of hot in a boyish way. It seemed that good looks ran in the family.

The area in front of the stage was already beginning to get crowded, so it was no surprise when someone shoved into her and he reached out to steady her. What was a surprise however, is when the arms that had steadied her by her waist slid around her body. He pulled her back against him.

She felt the brush of his hands against her partially bare midriff. Holy shit. Professor Hottie was totally coming on to her. After a moment of shock, she relaxed back against his chest and took a sip of her drink.

When he leaned down, she immediately missed the warmth at her back. His voice rough, he asked, “How many of those have you had tonight, Paige?”

“Two,” she answered. “Why?”

His lips brushed her ear as he uttered the phrase that would likely live in her sexual fantasies for some time to come. “When I take you to bed, I’d very much like you to be sober enough to remember it.”

Her breath caught in her chest, she managed to turn her head to look at him. “Oh. Is that what we’re doing?”

He arched an eyebrow and admitted, “I watched you in those barely there little sundresses in my class for an entire semester. I couldn’t do anything then, but I can now. If I’ve misread the situation, you can tell me to fuck off, but I certainly hope we end the night in bed together.”

“I had the biggest crush on you,” Paige confessed. “You haven’t misread anything.”

On a groan, with a muttered, “Thank Christ,” he lowered his mouth to hers. After giving her a brief, but searing kiss, he released her. His eyes held so much sensual promise that she almost shivered with it.

When he refocused his attention back on the stage, she turned her head back around. He immediately dipped his head down and rubbed his mouth against the side of her neck. She tried desperately to stop herself from melting right there on the dance floor.

By the end of the second song, she was so wet and needy that she was sure the entire bar could tell. Subtly, he slid the large hobo bag off her shoulder. Confused she held it in front of her. When his hand slid to the button on her jeans, her heart began to pound. Could she let him do that here?

As if he read her hesitation, he said, “Let me touch you, Paige.”

She held the bag firm as he slid the tab of her zipper down.

His fingers brushed over her mound and over the soaked crotch of her panties. He groaned, “Oh, Christ. Paige. You’re so wet.”

Two fingers worked their way under the edge of her panties. Gently, he rubbed them against her slit until she whimpered with need. Only then did he slip between her soaked folds and rub his fingertips against her aching clit.

As the band continued to play, he rubbed slow, tight circles against her. Whenever the band changed tempo, he would speed up and slow down with them. Even with the subtle teasing strokes of his fingers, she was on the edge almost immediately.

He leaned down and said, “When this god awful show is done I’m going to take you home and fuck you properly. I intend to make you come so many times that your voice goes hoarse from it.”

“Oh,” she moaned. “Tyler.”

“That’s right, Paige. Be a good girl and come for me now.”

When he sank his teeth into the tender bit of skin between her neck and shoulder, she was a goner. She shuddered against him, biting back a moan. If he could manage this standing up in a bar, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d live until morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man Candy Monday: Law Enforcement Edition

Oh darn. Is it Monday AGAIN? That means that I’ve gotta scour the web high and low for more hot guys! You know how I hate that. But an author’s job is truly never done.

After last week’s fire fighter edition, I figured why not give the boys in blue (or black) some attention as well. Now, I know some of these guys are actors, but I also tried to include some actual policemen in there as well. If there are duplicates of the same guy, well then he was clearly worth repeating. ;)

 

Friday Feast: Pork Loin Edition

Before we get started with this magnificent Friday Feast, let me just say.. I know I owe you guys a Wicked Wednesday. You’ll be getting a two-fer next week. I had second edits on my April 9th release and I was working hard to finish my current WIP. I’m happy to announce that edits are done and that I’ve finished first draft on this new WIP, so I’ve got a couple of days to fiddle around. (IE write something really filthy for Wednesday!)

Without any further adieu. I give you the best freaking pork loin you will ever have! What you’ll need:

1 pork loin (unseasoned)

1/2 cup italian bread crumbs

2 tbsp of your favorite seasoning blend*

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp pepper (freshly cracked if you please)

Olive oil (preferably a misto, but a couple tbsp in a small bowl is okay)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit (190 Celsius)
Combine bread crumbs, salt, pepper, your favorite spice blend in a large freezer bag. Shake to combine.
Take your previously unseasoned pork loin out of the package. (Seriously, none of that lemon pepper shit)
Give it a rinse. They’re always covered in goo.
Put the still damp (but not sopping wet) pork loin in the baggie and shake it til it’s coated very lightly with bread crumbs.
Arrange on a sheet pan and put in the oven.
After twenty minutes, remove the pork loin from the oven and mist lightly with olive oil.. or you can brush it on gently. This will make the crust golden brown and delicious.
Put ‘er back in the oven and let it cook for another few minutes.
You’re shooting for an internal temp of 145 degrees Fahrenheit or 63 Celcius**. You’ll need to temp check periodically to determine done-ness. It all depends on the size and shape of the meat. (haha – size matters)
Once the meat is up to temp, then you need to let it sit for about 20 minutes before slicing so the juices can redistribute back through the meat. Otherwise they’ll leak out on the the carving board.

* The spice blend is entirely up to you. I used the citrus pomegranate blend from Bulk Barn and it was fabulous. Try not to use anything with dried minced onion in it because burnt onion bits are no bueno.

** This is a highly contentious issue for some people. It is recommended that pork be cooked until 165 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is cool if you like your pork loin dry and brick like. However, the reason for this extremely high cooking temp (Trichinosis) has been eradicated since the 80’s essentially in most developed countries. With that being said, if you want to play it safe, then wait 35 minutes before you spray the loin down with olive oil or baste it, otherwise the crust may burn. I’m not an expert, but a little pink in the center of your pork loin will *NOT* kill you.

Man Candy Monday: Fire Fighters Edition

Well, it’s in 6 degrees (45 degrees Fahrenheit for those of you that are keeping track) here in the winter wonderland that is Toronto. That’s damned near hot for us, considering what the winter has been like. I thought for this Man Candy Monday, that I might help to banish the remnants of the winter chill with an ALL FIRE FIGHTER EDITION!!

(Doesn’t it make you wanna burn some shit down in the hopes that one of these guys would show up?  Okay. I’m not serious. Don’t burn anything down. Just… peruse the gallery. Day dream a little bit. Try not to lick the monitor.)

As always, these images are borrowed from various sources. If, for any reason, you would like a picture to be removed for copyright purposes, just comment below.

The Friday Feast – Alfredo Edition

 

I’m making an effort to diversify some of the stuff I put on my blog. I realize it’s been mostly just about book promo for myself and some of my fellow authors. You may have noticed the recent addition of Man Candy Monday and Wicked Wednesday. Well.. It seemed fitting to make Friday a thing too. I submit for your approval, The Friday Feast.

One of my great loves, outside of writing absolutely filthy romance novels, is cooking. I cure my own bacon, make cheese, make pasta from scratch.. All kinds of random stuff. I’m working like a demon to finish this new paranormal romance I’ve been working on, so I’ll keep it simple and sweet tonight.

Fettucine Alfredo (Serves 4)

16oz dried fettucine

9-10 small cremini mushrooms, quartered

3-4 cloves garlic, minced

1 tbsp chopped fresh oregano

1 tbsp chopped chives

6 oz of grated parmesan cheese (Buy a nice brick. Don’t cheap out. And for the love of god. No canned.)

1/2 tsp red chili flakes

1 tbsp butter

1 tbsp flour

1 1/2 cups milk

salt and pepper to taste

 

 

 

 

 

Get a large pot on the stove to boil. Salt the water liberally. Think.. salty like the sea.
In a smaller sauce pot, melt your butter over medium heat.
Stir in flour with a whisk until it makes a paste.
Add milk, garlic, oregano, chives and mushrooms to the milk once it begins to boil.
Salt and pepper the milky goodness liberally. It should be thickening as it starts to simmer.
Add the cheese. Stir until parmesan has melted.
Taste and correct seasoning if needed… and it will probably need it.
Boil pasta according to instructions on the packet.
Drain, then pour it back into the pot and add the cheesy deliciousness.
Season and serve.

Author Spotlight – Honor James

 

Assignment: Deadline on Love
Hawt Men In and Out of Uniform 3
by Honor James
Published by Siren Publishing

Purchase Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/assignment-deadline-on-love

Blurb:

Her life is being turned upside down by a stalker. But Piper Davis isn’t the sort to sit around feeling sorry for herself. While the police don’t seem able to do anything, or perhaps they are unwilling, she knows that she can’t ignore what’s going on. Which is where a supremely sexy former service man comes into the picture.

Aeron Cutter is used to thinking by the seat of his pants. Piper Davis definitely threw him for a loop, though. Gorgeous, smart, and quick on her feet, he knows he’ll have his hands full with her. But when he realizes she’s what he’s been missing in his life since coming home, he’ll do anything and everything necessary to keep her safe.

Knowing she can rely on Aeron to keep her safe helps put Piper’s mind at ease. The realization of who’s behind the attacks on Piper will test them both, putting a deadline on their love.

 

STORY EXCERPT

She saw the General moving and talking to the man and Gigi and then a couple of men near them. She took another sip of her ginger ale and nearly choked when they all turned their gazes her way. Not good. Crapballs. The laser focus on their faces, the intensity. Oh, boy, she was in so much trouble.

“Uncle Fletch.” She got off of her stool and hugged Gigi. “Gigi. I thought we talked about this whole wedding thing. Remember there were supposed to be horse-drawn carriages and birds holding your train and stuff?”

Gigi laughed. “We were five and watching Cinderella. I think that we have both grown up.”

“Yeah, look at you and your believing in love again.” Piper smiled and looked to Michael. “You be good to her. If not, you will never see me coming.”

Gigi gave Piper another hug and pulled back. “He’s taught me to love. That’s huge. He wouldn’t hurt me and you know it. Now come on. Daddy said that you needed a chat?”

Glaring at General Fletcher, Piper linked her arm with Gigi’s and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Where are we off to?” she asked the men in general.

“There’s a conference room that’s currently empty on the second floor,” the General said. “I’ve arranged for us to use the space for the next little while. They’re even putting some nonalcoholic drinks up there for us to partake of. So, up the escalators by the check-in desk, and then to the left.”

She was thankful that the General remembered that she didn’t drink. With Gigi at her side and the men loosely around them, they took the escalators up to the second floor. Once they were settled into the room, she frowned and watched as the men set up little tripods. “What are those?” she questioned.

“Sound dampeners,” the General said. “It’ll ensure that no one can overhear our discussion.” He moved to close and lock the doors. He then went around the room checking the other doors and pulling all the blinds on the windows.

“Okay.” She didn’t think that anyone would want to overhear what she had to say, right? Once the General nodded to her to begin, she started. She began to tell her story just as she had told the General. She watched as he passed out the notes that had been sent to her along with the images of the dead flowers and other gifts that had been left for her. Finally there was the image of the blade over her heart, her father’s Silver Star, and the hair that had been cut from her head. “So, that’s it,” she whispered and leaned back. She felt bereft. She felt as if her soul had been laid open from the discussion.

All the information had gone around the room, but now it was sitting in front of only one of the guys. The others were all leaning back in their chairs, watching, and waiting. He was a big guy, dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes that were focused on the letters and picture laid on the table.

“Well?” the General finally prompted.

The big guy looked up to the man and shrugged. “It’s not going to be easy. The guy seems careful, even with his overblown fixation. The date, though, speaks of a plan. Which means he’s watching her, cataloguing her movements, and has this narrowed down to a specific point. To pick a date like that means either he knows exactly where she’s going to be, or has a way to get her where he wants her.”

“If he’s watching her, then throwing anyone new into the mix may spook him,” Michael said. “Which could lead to one of two things, he accelerates his plan, or he takes out the new addition to ensure success to the plan.”

“Yeah, but if he does that then the cops will get involved,” someone else said. “Damn glad it’s you taking this one, Cutter. I think I prefer targets I can see coming.”

Piper looked at the man who Gigi’s fiancé called Cutter. “So I take it that you will be my new barback or bouncer or something?” She didn’t really need help, but from what the General had told her, she would need to ensure that there was an opening so that it didn’t look too suspicious to bring him in. Thankfully one of the guys that worked for her was due an assload of vacation and he was more than ready to take it since he had gotten engaged and found out he was going to be a dad soon as well.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Blue eyes met hers for a moment before he went back to the items in front of him. He kept moving them around, shifting their positions, and then making small adjustments while he frowned. “Basically, whatever you need done I’ll be in that spot for however long it takes to find this guy. I’ll also be sitting on your home, with Yoshi, of course,” he said. He indicated another of the men who definitely had a bit of an Asian ancestry in his blood. “He’ll be our eyes when I’m sleeping, otherwise I’ll be on your six at all times. He’ll remain hidden unless needed, so the only person new in your life this guy may spot will be me.”

“Which means we need a cover story for Cutter,” the General said. “It has to be simple, and as realistic as possible. It will be up to you and him to figure that out,” he told Piper.

Piper looked at Blue Eyes and shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. How are you for boyfriend material?” She was teasing, but there was just something about his laughing blue eyes that had her saying whatever came to mind at the moment it came to mind and there it was, she was asking the guy to be her boyfriend.

ADULT EXCERPT

Piper put her hands against Cutter’s head and pulled him closer. She wanted and needed this and knew it. When she pulled back, she felt hot and needy. “I need, god, I need you right now.” She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his lower leg. “Stay with me?” she asked with uncertainty in her voice.

“Hey,” he breathed. “Piper, all you ever have to do is ask, sweetheart.” Sliding his arms around her, Cutter pulled her in close for a hug. When she began to relax a little, he slid his hands down to cup her ass and lifted her up into his arms, stepping in to pin her with his pelvis. “What do you want, sweetheart? Anything at all, as long as you don’t ask for the moon. I’m still a little unsure of how to go about getting that.”

“How about just you in my bed with me? I wouldn’t ask for anything as unattainable as the moon. Just for you to be with me for as long as I can keep you.” She leaned in, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist now, and squeezed. “I just need you. Naked, preferably.”

“Agreed,” he said. Leaning away from the wall, he carried her toward her room, seemingly with very little effort. “I will need to grab my bag, though, it’s got all sorts of goodies like condoms in it because a Marine is always prepared for whatever might arise. Though I only have a couple so we may need to get a little extra creative tonight.”

“More than two would be needed?” She had never heard of anyone being able to come more than once in a night. “Wow.” She rubbed her pants-covered pussy against the front of his slacks and felt the rise of his cock as she did so. “Damn, you are teaching me a lot. I can’t wait to see just how creative that we will be together.”

“Yes, more than two would be needed,” he said. Settling her down on the bed, he laid her out before straightening. “Do not move an inch,” he told her. “I mean it. You can scratch your nose, get a little more comfortable, but nothing more. I’ll know.” With that, he spun on a heel and disappeared from her room.

Piper watched him leave and she bit her lower lip. Never before had anyone told her what to do, and she found she liked it. A lot. Remaining on the bed, she pulled her shirt and bra off and tossed it away, only to then wiggle out of her jeans. She hadn’t moved from where she had been placed, but she did, however, open her thighs wide and ran her fingers over her waxed mound, waiting for him to return. “Hurry up, Cutter, or I’m starting without you.” Damn, she wished she knew his first name. She felt more than a little like a slut, but it felt so right and so natural to be with him, too.

He walked back in, his gaze raking over her until he met her gaze. “Spread your thighs, heels up on the bed, and expose that sweet pussy of yours. You can definitely start, sweetheart. Just know that I intend to watch while you toy with your pretty pussy. Show me,” he demanded. He dropped the bag, his eyes never leaving her as he crouched and began to dig through it.

Piper began to run her fingers over the folds of her pussy, the slickness of her juice making it easier to slide her fingers over and over. She ran her thumb over the hood of her clit, her eyes closing slightly as she lifted her butt slightly and rubbed just a little harder. “Cutter,” she whispered and then opened her eyes to look at him. “What’s your first name?” She once again began to slip her fingers over her folds, dipping one finger into her pussy and letting out a breath of pure pleasure when she did so.

“Eyes on me, Piper,” he said in a sharp tone. She felt his hands on her knees, pressing her legs open wider before he moved her feet slightly. “It’s Aeron, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me at all times, I want to see you as you pleasure yourself, it’s the best way to know what a woman likes, after all.”

Her eyes were on his. She watched him carefully and moaned. Once again, she dipped a finger to the second knuckle into her weeping pussy and let out a breathy sigh. “Aeron.” She loved the way that his name sounded in her mind and coming off of her lips. “Please.” She also was enjoying him telling her what to do, something she didn’t think she would, but she did. A lot.

“Slide a second finger in there, Piper. Pump them in nice and slow. Make sure you go in deep, rubbing at that sweet spot you have each and every time. That’s it, baby. God, you are so fucking wet,” he said, letting out a low growl. Licking his lips, he stepped back, his hands trailing off her knees, and began to strip as he split his focus between her face and what her hand was doing. “Play with your pink and needy nipples, Piper. Pinch and pluck at those tight little buds.”

She lifted her hand and began to tug and plump her nipples while sliding her other hand against her clit with the heel of her hand and pumped her fingers in and out of her body as she did so. “Aeron.” She watched him as he stripped and began to pant, toying with her body as she did so.

“That’s good, sweetheart. Just like that,” he encouraged her. Dropping his pants, he bent for a moment before straightening and walking to the bed. He tossed something onto her nightstand and something else on her belly. A quick glance showed a condom resting just above her belly button. His hand on his cock, stroking up and down, brought her attention right back to him.

Her mouth began to water as she watched his hand stroking up and down his thick, long cock. “I want to taste you.” She whimpered, her fingers moving faster and pinching harder. She was working her way to her own orgasm but needed to taste him as well. “Aeron, let me?” she begged in need, hunger and desire.

“Only if I get to taste you as well,” he said.

 

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Wicked Wednesdays – Unedited Filth. NSFW!

See, the thing about writing erotic romance is that you constantly have all these filthy ideas that just roll around in your mind. You can’t really crowbar everything you want to into a story. Sometimes it’s beause it doesn’t fit the characters, or it just doesn’t fit the story. In honor of that, I’ve decided to start Wicked Wednesdays. I’ll be providing all of you lovely readers with some of those filthy thoughts in the form of 1000 – 3000 word snippets. These aren’t part of current works in progress or books I’ve already written. These are made up on the spot. Just for fun. Let’s call this first installment…

Satisfying the Boss

As Jordan Willis was going over the last of the invoices, the phone in her office rang, startling her. It was nearly 8:30 in the evening. Who could possibly be calling at this time? She let it ring one more time and then picked it up.

“Hello?”

The unmistakable voice of Colton St. Clair came through the line. “Jordan. Excellent. You’re still here. When you get a moment, I need to see you in my office.”

She absolutely hated what that deep, rumbling voice did to her. There was something about his voice that made her think of silk sheets and dimly lit bedrooms. Never in her life had she ever gotten so damned wet from a set of simple instructions.

When he didn’t disconnect the line, she realized he was waiting for a response.

“Sure. Is everything alright sir,” she asked, wincing to herself.

“My office,” he repeated, disconnecting the line.

“Shit,” she said, as she hung up the line.

It had to be about this morning. Jordan had been late getting to the office this morning after the power had gone out last night. She had woken about fifteen minutes before she was scheduled to arrive and found her laundry soaken wet and in need of rewashing. Down to what she considered her “B squad” in terms of clothes, she’d quickly pulled on the nicest things she could find and hauled ass to work. She had still been about twenty minutes late.

Quickly, she finished stuffing the last invoice into its envelope. She shut down her computer, then turned off her office light. As she locked her office door, she wished in vain that she’d left just a few minutes earlier or decided to let her phone go to voice mail. It was irrational, she knew. She’d just have to talk to him tomorrow if she had.

She looked down, straightened her blouse, and then knocked lightly on his door.

“C’mon in,” she heard him drawl.

Jordan poked her head in and said, “You wanted to see me?”

When he looked up at her, she saw something flicker across his face. He sighed and said, “You were a little bit late today.”

“I know,” she said, wincing. “I’m sorry about that. The power went off at my place sometime during the night.”

Smoothly he said, “That’s not why I called you in here though.”

Blinking, she asked, “Why did you call me in here?”

He gestured to her outfit and said, “That’s not exactly work appropriate.”

She flushed and said, “It’s not something I would normally wear either, but-”

Colton’s gaze raked over her body as he said, “You caused quite a stir with the ranch hands today. I had to shoo three of them out of the office today. I can’t have you parading around in tight little tops like that. It sends out the wrong message.”

Her face flaming now, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t, please.”

She nodded, mortified, and assured him, “It won’t. I promise.”

When he steepled his fingers and continued to eye her, she finally asked, “Will that be all?”

His gaze heated, he said, “Unfortunately, it’s created a bit of a problem.”

Confused, she watched him as he stood and walked around the desk. Even in his worn blue jeans, it was impossible to miss the huge erection straining at his zipper.

Forgetting herself, Jordan said, “Um, actually I’d say that’s a rather large problem.”

He raised an eyebrow at her comment and asked, “Well, how would you suggest we solve this issue, Jordan?”

“We?” she croaked out. Holy shit. This absolutely couldn’t be happening. Colton St. Clair was coming on to her.

“Well, Darlin’. You’re the one that started it. I expect that you’ll need to be rather hands on if you wanna fix it. You do.. wanna fix it? Don’t you?”

Jordan couldn’t help the involuntary moan that left her at his question. Did she want to help him? God yes. She nodded.

“Give me the words, Darlin’.”

“Yes. I want to fix it,” she said.

He studied her closely and then finally asked, “And how do you propose we fix this?”

She took a shallow breath, stepped forward and stroked her hand gently over his erection. Her pulse racing, she said, “I leave it up to you to decide.”

“You sure you wanna do that, Sweetness? I won’t go easy on you.”

Tremulously, she nodded.

“You can say no, Darlin’. I’m not interested in making you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I know,” she said. “I want to do this. I.. I want you.”

He let out a sigh of relief and hauled her up against him. His lips a whisper above hers, he said, “The things I’m gonna to do to you.”

Before she could respond, he bent down, crushing her lips under his. His tongue stroked along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. On a soft moan, she parted her lips.

His tongue stroked against hers momentarily and then he pulled back.

Eyes blazing, he perched against the edge of his desk and said, “Take your top off. I want to see those gorgeous tits I’ve been dreaming about since you got out of your car this morning.”

She nodded.

“Words, Jordan. When we’re like this, you may continue to call me Sir. Or Master Colton if you prefer.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Hands shaking, Jordan unbuttoned her top and slowly slid it off her shoulders. Turning slightly, she tossed it onto the large, overstuffed chair, then turned back around to wait for his next set of instructions.

“The skirt next. Slowly.”

She undid the hook and slid the zipper down. Jordan knew she wasn’t a thin woman by any stretch of the imagination, but there was no mistaking the fire in his eyes as he watched her slowly slide it to the floor.

“Bra and panties, off,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

When she hesitated, he said, “Off, now. The longer you wait, the worse your punishment will be.”

“Punishment,” she asked, alarmed.

“That top was unacceptable work attire, Sweets. I think perhaps if I bent you over the desk and spanked you until your beautiful ass turned bright pink, that’d be a good reminder to be more careful with your wardrobe choices in the future. Don’t you?”

Her breath backed up in her throat, first in shock, then in surprise. She realized that the idea actually.. appealed to her. Slowly, she nodded.

“Words,”

“Yes, M-master Colton,” she said, wondering how they’d roll off the tongue.

He watched her, appreciation in his gaze, as she stripped off her remaining garments. When she was done, she stood there, fidgeting.

“No, pet. Hands clasped behind your back. Don’t hide that beautiful body from me. It’s mine to use. However I see fit. Isn’t that what you were offering me?”

“What are you going to do to me,” she asked, rather than answering his question. She added a quick “Sir” to the end of the sentence when he raised an eyebrow.

“Normally I wouldn’t answer this question, but I can see that you’re scared. I don’t want that. Nervous, yes. Anticipating what I might do next, yes. Scared, no.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jordan whispered.

Colton moved from the desk, cupped her cheek and said, “After I turn your beautiful ass a lovely shade of pink, you mean.” His hand slid down her body, dipping between her thighs. His fingers grazed over the lips of pussy. “Then I had every intention of eating this delightfully wet pussy until you screamed for me. After that I was going to fuck you senseless. Does that sound agreeable, pet?”

Jordan felt another wave of arousal slam through her body as he continued to rub his fingers against her pussy. Her voice breathy, she said, “Very agreeable, sir.”

With a resolute nod, Colton said, “Bend over my desk. Brace your arms.”

When she adjusted herself, he added, “Yes. Just like that. Now stick that ass out for me. Good girl.”

She felt his hand stroke down her spine and she shivered.

He said, “If it becomes too much, or you would like to stop, just tell me to stop. I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately. If you would like me to ease up, then just say the word mercy. Understand?”

“Say stop if I want you to stop and mercy if I want you to ease up.”

His hand came up from where it rested on her back to fist in her hair. Giving it a gentle pull he asked, “What do you call me?”

“Sir,” she said. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Colton released her hair and ran his hand over her ass, then asked, “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I wore inappropriate clothing to the office and disrupted the workplace.”

“Most of the ranch hands are itinerant workers. We do background checks when we hire but it’s hard to really know the people we hire. You put yourself at possible risk, and I won’t have that,” Colton said.

She hadn’t really considered that. Quietly, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again.”

“I know you won’t,” he said. “Ten. Count for me.”

Jordan held her breath as she waited for the first blow to land. Seconds later, she felt his palm land solidly against her with a crack.

“One,” she said, feeling a slight sting bloom across her bottom. When another blow landed, she cried out involuntarily. This one had been much harder. “Two.”

By the time he reached ten, her bottom felt hot and it stung, but she was also strangely turned on. She could feel her juices coating the inside of her thighs.

Without warning, Colton slipped his fingers in between her thighs and said, “Mmm. Looks like someone enjoys a little bit of discipline, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, shame washing over her.

He must have picked up on it because he said, “Darlin’, everyone’s different. If it brings you pleasure and it’s not hurting anyone else, there’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”

When he slipped his fingers inside her channel and began to fuck her with them, she immediately whimpered as the pleasure rolled through her system.

“You may not come until I give you permission, Jordan,” he said roughly.

“But, sir,” she said beseechingly. “What if I can’t help it?”

“You don’t come without permission. If you feel like you’re going to come, you can say mercy. I might give it. I might not.”

Throughout his whole explanation, he had continued to press her cheek down against the desk as he fucked her with three fingers. She felt her whole body buzzing with the beginnings of an orgasm. She breathed in slowly, trying to hold the feelings at bay.

When his fingers slid out of her, he said, “Very good.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“Stand,” he said.

Jordan stood and turned to face him. She was surprised when he reached up to wipe her face. She had apparently been crying earlier. She hadn’t even noticed.

“Come,” he said, taking her hand. He led her over to a chair and then settled her in it.

She smooth, cool leather felt good against her bottom. It didn’t hurt, precisely, but she could definitely tell that it was there.

Jordan was shocked when he arranged her legs. She was now tilted back with her legs spread out. Her knees were bent and rested on each arm. This left her spread open and mortified. She could feel the juices trailing down to pool on the chair. She had never been this wet in her life.

“Your cunt is absolutely gorgeous,” he said, as he took in the sight. “Rest your hands on your knees, Darlin. Don’t move them.”

When she had moved into the requested position, he knelt between her thighs. He leaned forward and pulled one of her tight nipples into his mouth, laving it gently with his tongue. His hand drifted up to stroke the other with his fingers as he applied gentle suction.

Jordan bit back a moan of pleasure as his teeth grazed her tender flesh.

He released her nipple with a pop and said, “Don’t hold back. There’s no one here but you and me.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, panting.

He resumed his ministrations until she was whimpering and panting. Sensation rolled through her system, until she felt like she was on the edge of release. It was impossible. He had barely even touched her pussy at all!

As if he read her mind, he worked his way down her stomach, sucking in patches of flesh as he went. He nipped at the sensitive skin under her belly button and then said brushed a hand against her pussy.

“Wax your pussy. It’s neatly kept now, but I prefer no hair at all.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, not even allowing herself to consider the ramifications of his statement.

When his fingers separated the lips of her pussy, he murmured, “You may not come.”

Jordan gasped as she felt the flat of his tongue drag across her clit. Unable to stop herself, she let out a desperate moan. Not come? How would that even be possible?

She felt familiar tightening low in her belly. She fought it back, taking deep breaths. When the pleasure receded slightly, she let out a shuddering breath. She could do this. She could totally hold back her orgasm until he allowed it.

Then, he slid his fingers into her tight, hot slit. She let out a scream as his fingers began to work against her g-spot. His fingers and tongue massaged both inside and out until deep breaths no longer calmed her.

On the edge, she yelled, “Mercy, mercy. Please, Sir. May I come? May I come?”

He lifted his mouth a fraction and said, “You beg so prettily, Darlin’. But no, you may not come yet.”

She let out an unsatisfied moan as she struggled to hold her orgasm in check. His fingers and tongue increased their speed until she was crying out and writhing against him in both pain and pleasure.

Just as she knew she was about to lose the battle, he lifted his mouth and said, “Come for me.”

Seconds later, he sucked her clit into his mouth and drug his teeth across it.

Jordan let go, screaming as an orgasm unlike any that she’d ever had tore through her system. Wave after wave battered her until she was hoarse from screaming.

He continued to move his fingers inside her until she stilled, soft and pliant against the chair. When his fingers slipped out of her, she groaned at the loss.

“You come beautifully,” he said, as he raised himself up to press his lips against hers.

She could taste her musky flavor against his lips, but strangely it didn’t bother her. It was probably the afterglow from the intense orgasm. Right now, she realized, she’d be agreeable to just about anything.

“Much as I’d love to fuck that beautiful mouth,” he said, “I’m not certain that I’ll last. I’d much rather bury myself in that tight cunt of yours.”

She felt her pussy clench in response to his words. Strange that being sprawled out like this didn’t embarrass her but her body’s response to his words did.

Jordan watched as he stripped down. As she’d suspected, he had an absolutely fantastic body. His chest was firm and muscular. He had a light dusting of hair that started on his chest and disappeared down below the waist band of his jeans.

Colton shucked them, then stroked his considerable length while he watched her. Finally, after long moments, he reached into the pocket and pulled out his wallet. Removing a condom, he tore it open and rolled it down his considerable length.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, matter of factly. “It’s not going to be gentle.”

“Please sir,” she begged, desperate to be filled up. “Don’t be gentle.”

He knelt down, scooted her ass to the edge of the chair and said, “Come as much as you like,” as he slowly sank into her.

She had never taken a cock this large before. She felt stretched. Deliciously so. Moaning, she said, “Oh, Sir.”

He bottomed out and then waited for a beat before he began to fuck her in a punishing rhythm that had her climbing toward another orgasm almost immediately. The delicious friction sent her senses reeling again. When he reached down and rubbed his fingertips, she tensed and then exploded like a fire cracker on the Fourth of July. She cried out as the sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her veins.

He continued to rub against her clit even after she had come. Her clit was achy and sensitive so she called out, “Mercy, Sir,” her voice hoarse.

Colton immediately eased back the pressure of his fingers but continued to fuck her with the same speed, pressure as before.

Slowly, she began to climb toward another orgasm. Just as she peaked again, she felt him stiffen, and then shudder against her as he moaned her name. The force of his orgasm pushed her over the edge. She shouted his name as she came apart beneath him.

He pulled out of her and quickly disposed of the condom. Then he lifted her into his arms and moved them both over to the couch. Be began to gently rub her achy muscles as he cradled her

Jordan nestled into him and laughed as she said, “I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I’d worn the first shirt I picked out.”

He chuckled and said, “There’s no telling, Darlin’.”

Author Spotlight – Suzy Shearer + CONTEST!!!

I’ve got the always wonderful Suzy Shearer here today talking about her latest release, A Hunter’s Challenge. It’s the third installment of her The Hunters series. If this book is anything like the last two, you’ll absolutely LOVE IT.

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Anthanasius (Anthan) Vaduva has been alive too long. After more than four and half millennia, he had given up any hope of meeting his One and is tempted to walk into the sun.

Reluctantly agreeing to partner with Martin, another hunter, Anthan comes face to face with his pain and envy when Martin meets his One.

After helping Martin recover his One’s sister who has been taken by a strigoi, Anthan decides he’d had enough.

Will he finally end it all or will he wait and hope to finally meet the One destined for him all those thousands of years ago?

 

 

STORY EXCERPT 

For 4,482 years he has hunted, he has slept—that’s it. His first hunt was when he was eleven years old. Now he is 4,493.

Too old.

Too long.

Too lonely.

That has been his life.

Early on, he used to dream, he used to hope but that hope has long gone. The temptation to walk into the sun is with him constantly.

Do you know? He reveals, I stay out longer and longer each day. The pain from the sun on my body is all that reminds me that I am still alive. Each time I rise I wonder if it will be the day I finally take one risk too many.

So he fights against those risks.

To stay that extra minute too long in the sun.

To drop his guard intentionally when he fights the strigoi.

At the moment he still constantly wages war with the strigoi but at the same time he also constantly wages it within himself. No one should have to live this long alone. He is afraid that if he were ever to meet his One, he could never return the love given. All his emotions are lost so deeply within that he doubt they even exist anymore. In fact, he has reach a point where he doesn’t think it would be fair to her or him—to love someone who could not love in return.

So now he thinks maybe it’s better to end it all now.

What chance does he have?

None.

Yet once again he rises.

Once again he hunts.

Once again he battles within his heart and soul. Each day passes, each one the same—as the millennia flow past him.

And each time he wakes he wonders who will win this day, this month, this year, this century?

He confesses to himself, How much longer can I do this?

* * * *

Martin walked in and kissed Avril’s cheeks.

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Avril.”

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”

“Come sit. It’s good to see you.”

“You look even more beautiful Avril, a Hunter’s life suits you.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see you again, Martin.”

She led him to a comfortable chair on the balcony overlooking the distant mountains. She and Viorel were living in their house in Piteşti, Romania. Viorel walked in, Martin stood and greeted him.

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Viorel.”

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”

Martin sat back down on the chair. Viorel sat nearby, pulling a smiling Avril onto his lap and kissing her cheek.

“How were your parents?”

“They’re both good.” Martin shook his head wryly. “My mother is talking about having another child and my Dad thinks she is crazy but in the end she’ll win.”

“Knowing your mother I’d have to agree. Did you visit your relations as well?”

“Yeah I spent a week with my great uncle, at least that’s what I call him.”

Martin grinned to himself when he thought about the old man. He was a descendant of Martin’s father’s brother. He was in his late eighties and complained he was getting older. He would call Martin by his true name, Omasekew, which meant “a fighter” in Cree. The old man would make Martin do things for him, telling the others that Martin had young feet while his were so ancient. Martin loved it.

The old man knew the truth and the pair laughed together when they were alone. To Martin “Uncle” was a baby. Only a few members of the tribe knew what Martin really was. Many thought he was a piyêsiw, a “thunderbird,” sent to watch over them. It made sense as he would often arrive as a bird and had destroyed a strigoi that had been preying on the people using a lightning bolt. They believed his father had married a piyêsiw-iskwêw “thunderbird woman” and that was how Martin came to be.

“The old man looks so frail. The tribe look up to him, I know it will be hard for them when he leaves. It will be hard for me and Dad.”

It saddened him to leave knowing the old one would not live for many more years.

“That’s the worst part of being a Hunter, losing so many friends and relations over the eons,” Viorel said sadly. “And it just doesn’t get any easier with the passing years either.”

The two men sat thoughtfully, both lost in thoughts of family and friends long gone. Avril wondered how she would cope when her mother passed. She didn’t have any other family alive and her mother meant the world to her.

They were all silent for a while, relaxing in the early evening twilight. The sun had set over the distant Ciucaş Mountains. Viorel broke their reverie.

“That strigoi in Smokey Hills was rather active wasn’t it?”

 

 

ADULT EXCERPT 

She opened her eyes and looked into his. Nervously she stretched her hands behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and it fell forward. Her magnificent breasts fell free.

Anthan stared.

They were amazing, full and plump and ripe. He reached out to run his hand across them. The nipples pebbled even harder. He marvelled. Her breasts were so soft but the nipples so hard. He wanted to taste them. He sat up and leant forward to breathe in her fragrance. He ran a line of kisses down her throat until he reached the swell.

Carefully he took on pebbled point into his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue then he sucked it. He was rewarded by Erica’s moan. With his hand, he began to massage the other breast, playing with its peak. Erica’s hand moved to his head and held him tightly against her breasts. He continued to lave the nipple in his mouth with his tongue. All the while his cock felt harder and harder, till it hurt.

Erica dropped her hand from his head and Anthan stopped sucking. He sat back a little and looked at her. Her face was flushed and she was panting slightly.

“Anthan.” Breathlessly she spoke, her face blushed. “I… um…I’ve never been with anyone. I’m not sure…” she stammered nervously.

Anthan couldn’t stop the silly grin on his face. She looked worried. He leant forward and kissed her then took a breath.

“Neither have I.”

Her eyes widened as she took in what he said.

“Oh.”

“We can learn together.”

Erica threw herself into his arms. Then pulled back and jumped off the bed. She quickly stripped off blushing even more then grabbing the blankets slid underneath into his arms. He removed his clothes quickly, in the way of all Hunters.

He kissed her again and again. His heart was singing. He could feel his love for her growing with every passing second and that wasn’t the only thing growing.

His cock was so hard, he was worried. Was this normal?

Erica turned slightly in his arms and her leg brushed against it. He couldn’t stop his groan. She grinned wickedly and he almost jumped when he felt her hand wrap around it.

“Oh my god, Anthan!”

She lifted the covers and peered down.

“How on earth will that fit?”

He laughed.

“I have no idea.”

He latched onto the nipple that was closest to his mouth, delighting when it pebbled even more. He squeezed her breast, she moaned so he sucked a little harder.

“Oh more yes.”

He bit it gently and was surprised when she screamed softly. He stopped, sure he’d hurt her.

“No.” She panted. “Want more, harder.”

He obliged. Rolling the nipple between his teeth and using his tongue, he teased at it then bit down. The hand on his cock tightened. He wanted more so he drop his hand down to nestle between her legs. She moved them apart slightly. He tangled his fingers in the hair. All the while, he kept sucking and biting.

She was so wet. He rubbed his fingers up and down, then found a hard pebble. He concentrated his efforts on it and Erica screamed in pleasure. He dropped the nipple from his mouth. Anthan wanted to see more. He pushed her onto her back and wriggled down the bed, throwing the covers aside.

He spread her legs wider and settled between them. Using one hand he pulled aside the reddened lips and marvelled at how wet she was. The aroma of her arousal was driving him a little crazy. He looked at the hardened nub and bent forward to lick then suck it.

Erica whispered, “Ah. Oh yes.” She shouted, “Fuck yes!”

He kept sucking at it then used his fingers to rub up and down before pushing them between the lips and into her hot channel. He felt Erica clamp down on his fingers and then she seemed to hold herself tight. She screamed a drawn out shout of his name.

“Anthan!”

He felt her muscles spasming on his fingers and knew she had come. It wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He wanted to be inside her. Pushing his fingers against her clit, she was still moaning so he knelt between her legs.

Holding his cock against the entrance to her, he began to rub it up and down. Then he pushed it gently against the barrier. He didn’t want to hurt Erica, so he kept his fingers caressing her clit. He leant his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it as he pushed his cock inside her.

She gave a gasp of pain. He stopped.

She pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

He was unsure but he felt Erica lift her buttocks slightly, opening her legs wider, so he pushed a little more. He felt the barrier tear as her breath was coming in little gasps.

She cried in pain then shouted as he got his cock deeper and deeper into her.

“Oh god yes Anthan!”

Anthan thrust slowly in. He felt her sheath widen as he entered, slowly he moved forward until his cock was seated deep within her. He began to thrust in and out. Her nails were in his back. He wanted to come but he wanted her to as well.

He pulled out a little way then push slowly back in. She pleaded with him.

“Harder, please harder. Oh.”

 

BIO

Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia. She is an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. She has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples even rainbowed …. it changes every month  – oh yes, and for tattoos!

 Her heroines are always rubinesque women who are proud of their curves and the books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.   

“Just because we are older doesn’t mean we aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.”  Suzy wants her readers to understand that sexy isn’t just for the under 30s … lol

When not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist.  Her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

 

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Author Spotlight – Maia Dylan

Hi there. I’ve got the delightful Maia Dylan on my blog talking about her very first release, Lost Faith. It’s the first in her Grey River series. If these excerpts are anything to go by, then this promises to be an amazing series!

 

General Excerpt

“Well, I guess we start Operation Mate Claim when Faith gets up from her nap for dinner, huh?” Trent went back to finishing their dinner of steaks, baked potatoes, and a green salad. Ty chuckled as they both heard the door to the mistress suite open slowly and hesitant steps come out into the corridor.

“I guess our mate is hungry,” Ty stated as he went to meet Faith and bring her into the kitchen for dinner.

Trent felt his heart sped up. He was nervous, for fuck’s sake! This was like their first real date! This was the first time the three of them would be together when he and his brother were on the same page and trying to get Faith to accept them as life partners. The importance of this was not lost on him, or his wolf, who for the first time since Faith arrived on their doorstep that afternoon had stopped prowling in his mind.

The scent of his mate suddenly filled the kitchen, and Trent closed his eyes to draw her scent into his lungs. My God. She smelled delicious, and he couldn’t wait to take a great big ol’ bite out of her. Just the thought of getting his mouth on her body caused major blood loss to his brain as his dick suddenly filled. Shit, if this continued, he was going to have a zipper imprint on his dick for life!

“You and me both, Brother.” Ty’s strained voice came to him down their link. Well, misery liked company, so at least he wasn’t alone.

Trent turned to smile at Faith as Ty got her settled at the kitchen counter. She was dressed for comfort in a large cotton button-down shirt and leggings. They had decided to keep this meal casual, as the conversation afterward would be anything but. Within minutes the three of them were settled at the counter with plates piled high with food before them.

“Wow, this looks fantastic, guys! Thanks.” Faith cut into her steak. It was cooked to her liking, well-done, which was sacrilege as far as he was concerned. Faith must have noticed the frown he and Ty wore, and she laughed, sending tingles over his skin at the sound. “Yeah, I know, it’s sacrilege to have a steak well-done, blah blah blah. But your steaks look like a good veterinarian would have them up and running in ten minutes!”

Ty and Trent threw their heads back and laughed. They loved their mate’s sense of humor. She had always been able to make them laugh. After that, the atmosphere definitely relaxed, and it wasn’t until then that Trent realized just how tense it had been up until that point. The conversation throughout dinner was simple and light, shared memories from two years ago playing a major role in the evening.

As the meal drew to a close, the brothers ushered Faith to a chair at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee while they took care of cleaning up. When they were all seated around the counter, the conversation stopped altogether. Trent felt the tension rise as he realized that all three of them must have come to the same conclusion.

There were a lot of things that needed to be said. Trent thought about that old saying that there was an elephant in the room, and smiled when he changed the analogy to a herd of elephants in this room. So many things that needed to be talked about, apologies that needed to be made and accepted, and then trying to explain about being shifters without Faith running screaming from the house. OK, so he had effectively outlined an agenda, and now it was time to lay all their cards on the table. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he glanced quickly at his brother and saw they were on the same page. Then he turned to face their mate. The time was now.

© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2015

Adult Excerpt

“Oh God!” Faith groaned, or rather tried to, but it was difficult to understand given the fact that Trent had his tongue down her throat. Wanting to be an active participant in what was proving to be an explosive first introduction to ménage sex, Faith sucked firmly on his tongue and plunged her hands into his hair. Her ears were ringing as her body flew toward a precipice she knew that once she flew off, she would never be the same again.

Ty suddenly plunged a finger into her cunt and rubbed an unknown place within her that sparked such pleasure she tore her mouth from Trent’s with a scream, and her body began to tremble violently.

“Fuck yeah, baby, Ty’s found it, hasn’t he?” Trent growled against her neck as he continued to fondle and pinch her nipples, heightening her pleasure. “Ty’s totally hit your sweet spot.”

“You have no idea just how sweet she fucking is, Brother,” Ty growled against her pussy as he added another finger and continued to rub her in just the right spot, the trembling increasing to the point Faith was sure she looked like she was having a seizure. Her body felt like it was hurtling toward something big. Faith needed something to help her, but she just didn’t know what.

“Ty, please!” she sobbed, desperate. “Please!”

“Anything, Faith, for you, anything,” Ty rasped before he swirled his tongue around her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, gently biting the swollen nub. Faith threw her head back and screamed as an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before overtook her.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby, do it, come for us,” Trent groaned and growled against her neck. It seemed to crest again as Ty continued to plunge his fingers into her sopping pussy and sucked harder on her clit.

All too soon, the tremors slowly began to ebb, and the world began to fall back into place. Faith could hear not only her own harsh breathing but the constant growls of the man still steadily licking her and lying between her spread legs. She could also feel Trent’s hot, harsh breath against her neck.

Suddenly Trent moved away from her, and Ty’s form loomed up and over the top of her. His mouth glistened with the juices from her own body, but what caused her to almost stop breathing was the look in his eyes. As if he were on the edge of complete insanity, an insanity she had caused with her response to him.

Of their own accord, her legs wrapped around him as he settled in the cradle of her hips, the hard, blunt head of his weeping cock pressed against the swollen folds of her pussy. He held himself above her on arms that rippled with muscle and restraint.

“Faith, I have to take you.” Ty’s voice was slightly garbled, and Faith knew that his wolf, stronger than most due to his alpha status, was fighting for control.

Faith would have dearly loved to believe that the reason for that was because of the mating heat and Quickening, driving him to complete their mating with her by biting into her shoulder, marking her as his for all time and for all to see. But she knew that wasn’t the case. If they had experienced the Quickening, it would have been years ago when they first met at the diner. As she understood it, the Quickening was so powerful that wolves could barely control their reaction to their mates, and they certainly couldn’t hold back from it.

No, this was not the Quickening. It was simply affection and intense desire that drove Ty’s wolf forward.

“Then do it, Ty,” she whispered as she lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders and urge him to her, gently rolling her hips in invitation. “Take me.”

The words had no sooner left her mouth than Ty thrust home, filling her with his cock. Both of them threw their heads back and groaned at the sensation.

“Fuck, Faith, you feel fantastic.”

Faith gripped Ty’s shoulders and held on as he started to move within her, slowly at first and then with more strength and power. He fell against her, kissing her with a passion that left her breathless. She could taste her own salty musk on his lips, but that simply added to her pleasure. Oddly, the thought of tasting him and his brother flew into her mind. God, she would love the opportunity to take them into her mouth and learn them with her tongue. She wouldn’t stop until she had taken every drop they had to offer.

“Hell yeah, you would, Faith. You would take every damn drop, sweets,” Ty growled against her lips.

Faith started to wonder how Ty knew what she was thinking, but then he added a twist with his hips when he slammed home, which ground his body against her rapidly swelling clit, causing all thought to evaporate.

© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2015

Five questions for the author

Q: What inspired you to write your first book?

A: I have always been an avid reader. I am never without a book or two to fill my day, especially as I got older and my career took me around the world giving me plenty of airports and flight time to fill. I would find myself continually thinking, what if that book ended in a different way? The next thing you know, on a recent flight and hotel stay, I started writing Lost Faith!

Q: How much real life do you put into your books?

A: When it comes to my characters, quite a bit! I have met so many wonderfully strong men and women who have overcome tremendous odds to live full lives and love hard that I often think of them as a character comes to life. In terms of the locations, they are fictional but VERY real to me, and I hope others find them just as realistic.

Q. What genre do you like to write and why?

A. I love everything to do with the paranormal! I love the idea of shape shifters, and people who have extraordinary gifts. I am also a firm believer that love comes in all shapes and sizes! Ménage romances are one of my favorite genre’s to read, and I am really enjoying writing them. I think I am still finding my way with my writing, but in my world anything is possible, and one of the things I love about writing is that you are only limited by the scope of your own imagination… and my imagination is huge!

Q. What are you working on at the moment?

A. Grey River has so many stories to tell, and I am currently working on telling Rowena’s story in book four of the series. A few weeks ago, I had this pushy shape shifter nag me until I wrote his story. His name is Micah and I am really hoping to announce something with regards to that series soon… his brothers are just as pushy so I am working on book two in that series as well.

Q. Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?

A. If you have read Lost Faith, thank you so very much! It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it! Did you? Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing. If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author Bio:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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