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Author Spotlight + Contest! – April Zyon

Today I’ve got one of my favorite authors, April Zyon, here with me. She’s talking about her latest novel, Forever Mine, the final book in her Massey Texas series. Even though I’m sad to see the series end, I’m certain we can expect many more great books from Ms. Zyon before she’s through.

Forever Mine follows the story of Martin Carver and Athena Rhodes. There’s just something so very sexy about about a man who is willing to do whatever it takes to protect the woman that he loves. This book promises all that and more.

Cover courtesy of Evernight Publishing

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Blurb:

When handed the Intel on a potential threat Martin Carver had no idea it would be what led him back to the town of his birth. At age nineteen he’d left Massey, Texas in his dust. But now when the life of someone he loves being threatened even the claustrophobic town won’t keep him from protecting her. And God help those after her.

Taking over her father’s practice had always been in the cards for Athena Rhodes. What she didn’t expect was to take over from him was the baggage that came along with the business. Law abiding woman that she is, Athena reaches out to get some help. Not in the cards was having the only man to ever hold her heart walk through the door, and tell her he was there to get her out from under the mob.

Everyone has always believed Martin to be the classic do-gooder. Building homes in third world countries, off saving the whales from drilling platforms, or any number of stories that have filtered through Massey through the years. To find out every single one of those stories were nothing more than fairy tales is one thing, to find out he’s actually an FBI agent will take some getting used to.

Athena’s running out of time, the mob having set a time limit on what they require her to do. If she fails to follow their demands to the letter it will mean her father’s life. Unsure what to do she will lean heavily on Martin, and hope he doesn’t let her fall.

The clock is against them to keep the woman Martin loves and her dad safe. He’ll do whatever it takes to end the threat rising against them. Because he’s got an all or nothing plan. What could go wrong?

Excerpt:

County Line

Massey, Texas

He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there staring at the sign announcing, “Welcome to Massey, TX Population 5,609 and growing!” but the hood under his ass was cooling, and the sun had reached its highest point. Hell, it was starting the slow slide toward the horizon.

It had been a long, long time since he’d been home. The last time he’d been there he’d flown in for his pop’s funeral, stuck around for the meal, and then got the hell out of Dodge. Since then, he hadn’t been home once. He called, though, every single weekend right after his mother had finished breakfast on Sundays. They would chat for exactly one hour and fifteen minutes. No more, no less. The woman always had enough gossip to fill that time, so he rarely had to say much of anything.

Yet, here he was. Staring into the abyss of the quintessential small town. Ranches and farms spread out as far as the eye could see and beyond. Nestled in the middle was Massey. His hometown, and the place he’d burned rubber to get away from the moment he’d turned eighteen. Unlike his brothers, Martin had always hated coming back. To him, it had felt claustrophobic. Whether from his family’s expectations, or from his own uncertainty about the future, he didn’t know.

This time was no different. So, there he was, sitting on the hood of his ‘66 Mustang. While she maintained her shape, he’d given her a few tweaks over the years. A new paint job when he was eighteen, and a new hemi engine when he was twenty-two. There were a few other not exactly legal additional elements to Eris, named after the goddess of chaos, strife, and discord. His brothers had actually named his car, but he’d let it stick. Hell, he’d even gotten a little name plate that was attached to the dashboard right over the speedometer.

Martin shook his head, leaning back on his hands as he continued to stare in the direction of the town. He remembered back in high school a rumor Frank had told him about. His older brother had apparently also started it, but he denied it with a smirk every single time Martin confronted him.

According to the “rumor,” if a girl managed to talk Martin into taking her out a date, she prayed he’d be driving Eris. If he showed up in his pop’s old pickup truck, then she knew she would be getting walked to the front door, given a peck on the cheek, and he’d promptly leave to never call her for another date. But if he showed up in Eris, the girl would be getting a tour of the backseat, on her back, and things would be a rocking.

Not once had Martin ever taken a girl out in Eris. There’d been one he’d thought about, right before leaving town for good, but she’d been too young, and he definitely hadn’t needed that sort of thing to follow him or her around for the rest of their days.

Athena Rhodes. Named for the virgin goddess of reason, intelligent activity, arts, and literature. A more perfect name for the woman in question there never would be. She’d always had an ethereal quality about her, always thinking before leaping, and was the one woman who still had him jolting up out of bed in the middle of the night from the dreams she starred front and center in.

Not the teenage version of Athena Rhodes either. Nope, he knew exactly what she looked like as of four weeks ago. Hell, he even had her photo in the folder sitting on the passenger seat of his car. The rest of what was in the folder was why he was there, despite digging in his heels with the director of the FBI. Fucking bastard found it funny that Martin didn’t want to go home for a visit and deal with the trouble Athena found herself in. In the director’s mind, it was two birds, one stone. In Martin’s, it was a colossal fuck up in the making. Especially if Athena was anywhere near it.

Athena, bane of his existence. She’d been just starting to come into the woman she would one day be when he’d left Massey. Now she was more than he could ever have imagined. Five-foot-seven, long, rich red hair the color of a wine with hints of copper and strawberries. Green eyes that could lighten with amusement or darken like a coming storm. Athena had the stereotypical redhead temper, though he knew from his mother’s gossip she rarely showed it any more. So she’d gotten it under control. Should be interesting to test that theory.

Pale golden skin, just a hint of a tan, with a smattering of freckles over her nose and upper curve of her cheeks. A slightly rounded face with amazing bone structure, straight nose, slightly pointed chin, gave her face a heart-shaped look. A long ,elegant neck he’d imagined nibbling on in his quest to discover if there were freckles anywhere else on her body. His dreams said yes, but Martin didn’t think he’d really ever find out.

To top off his perfect woman’s image, Athena had some meat on her bones. She was built like a woman, sturdy, and not like one of those twigs from Hollywood that would blow over if you sneezed in their direction. She was, quite literally, his dream woman given form. Or maybe, he should say, she was the woman of his dreams, if only he had the nerve to tell her.

His other problem with the woman. She got him all twisted up inside, and turned him into a babbling fool. Or she had. Martin really hoped she still didn’t have that particular effect on him. ‘Cause that would just be the fucking icing on the cake for this whole damned trip.

The sound of an engine pulled his attention back, and he let out a sigh when the truck got close enough for him to recognize it. All the time in the world seemed to have passed, and the damn pickup truck that was used around the Carver Ranch was still exactly the same. Squinting slightly at the reflection off the windshield, he waited for his brother to swing it around and park it behind the Mustang.

The crunch of boots to gravel told him where his big brother was, yet still, he waited. Only when the other man slid onto the hood next to him did he give a nod. “Frank,” he said quietly.

“Martin.” That was it, nothing else.

Course they didn’t really need to say much of anything else. Despite rumors to the contrary, ones sort of started by him, he and Frank had worked together more than once. They even talked on a fairly regular basis. While Frank had worked for a different branch, and under different mandates for the US government, Martin had always been his brother’s contact inside the bureau.

“Eris is looking good,” Frank said after another ten minutes of silence.

“She held up well on the drive. Only got a bit cranky with me outside of Dallas. But a quart of oil and she was purring like an overgrown kitten again.”

Frank snorted out a laugh at that. “I can’t believe you still have her.”

“Dude, she’s family. Quit trash talking my car.”

Hands up, Frank cracked a grin. A real grin. As in teeth and everything. While Martin was staring in shock, he missed what his brother was saying. “What? Sorry.”

“I asked you how long you plan on sitting out here. According to Willard, you’ve been here since eight this morning. It’s now nearly two in the afternoon.”

Heaving a sigh, Martin shoved his hands through his pale blond hair. Out of all the Carvers, his was the lightest in color, but his eyes were the darkest. The oddities of the familial gene pool. “Working up the nerve to drive across the county line is all.”

“Uh-huh. You do know that Mama’s already heard you’re here. And the fact you are sitting here, and not at her kitchen table where she can smother you with all that built up motherly love, means you are in seriously deep shit, little brother.”

Martin winced at that. Yeah, his mama would hug him, weep all over him, and then likely bean him with her rolling pin. Theresa Carver was in no way a pushover. She might play the part occasionally to lure the unaware in close, but then she struck. She could make a grown man in a full rage cry like a little girl in under two minutes. Without even batting a lash. She was that good.

“So, what has you here?” Frank asked.

Normally, he wouldn’t discuss it, but Frank still held his beyond top secret clearance level, and likely would as long as he was still breathing. “Athena Rhodes, or rather her dirty, lowdown scoundrel of a father.”

Frank’s head whipped around to look his way. “Shit. You got handed that one?”

“Yup.”

“Well fuck me.”

Yup. Pretty much Martin’s exact thoughts on the matter.

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A small aside about the series, Massey Texas, from the author…

I’ve always been fascinated with Cowboys. I know, most people are but to me there is just something super sexy about a man who is willing to work his ass off for a living. Something that’s incredibly hot about a man who knows how to work the land with his own hands.

When I originally started Massey Texas with Rhys Hollister and Gwen Baker I never dreamed that one of the families central to the story would stand up and take center stage, but they did. The Carver Family stood out pretty much from the get go in this series and they had to have their stories told.

Massey Texas has been a wonderful thrill-ride fro me, each time the characters spoke they tended to throw me for a loop, so to speak, and I loved every single moment of it.

While I’m tentatively ending this series at this book, the 9th in the series, it doesn’t mean that I will never revisit it one day in the future. After all, there were a couple of babies born to the Carver family that might eventually need their stories told!

I truly hope that you have all enjoyed the Massey Texas series as much as I have, and I hope that you will continue to read the books that I put out as either April Zyon, or Honor James.

~~~ Peace and love my friends, and be good to each other!

April Zyon (Also known as Honor James)

Talk to April via the links below:

Author Website: www.april-zyon.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HJames.AZyon

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HJames_AZyon

TSU:  https://www.tsu.co/HJames_AZyon

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When You Were Mine – Available April 9th, 2015

The turn around on this submission was super, SUPER quick. When You Were Mine will be available on April 9, 2015 through Siren Publishing. *prance*   I’ve just filled out the cover questionnaire, and can’t wait to get my first set of edits back. Here are a decent facsimile of my characters, Cora Blanchard and Jamie Connolly.

And now for an uneditted blurb..

When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie Connolly seven years ago, she knew she’d have to see him again eventually. What she doesn’t expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go, to come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed.

Fresh out of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but she’s just fooling herself. There’s no way she can be with him and not want more.

The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven’t changed his feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.

Michelle Cooks Stuff: Pork Roast Edition

One of the handy benefits of being at home full time is that I have the ability to cook more often. Yesterday my freezer was looking a little bit barren, so I took out the pork roast. I had originally planned to just bake it off, but that seemed a little bit boring. I’m a writer. It’s my job to have imagination, right?

I went poking around the fridge for something that would impart some sort of flavor into the meat. I came up with: pomegranate molasses, brown sugar, and bacon.

All aboard the train to awesome town.

You’ll need:

1 large pork roast – 3 lbs

1/2 cup pomegranate molasses

1/2 cup brown sugar, light or dark – doesn’t matter.

1/2 pack of bacon

Salt/Pepper

What you’ll need to do:

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees
Set your roast in a fairly large roasting pan.
Salt and pepper liberally
Mix molasses and brown sugar in a small bowl
Slather it on the meat. Don’t be shy ;)
Wrap strips of bacon around the outside
Place in oven uncovered and cook until the inside reaches 140 degrees

SPOILER ALERT:  This is amazing! Next time I may crunch up some ginger snap cookies and put them in the molasses and brown sugar mixture.

Sunday Snippets – February 8, 2015 – The First Snippets

Michelle Roth:

Be sure to head over to Honor’s blog for your chance to win any one of five very very sexy books!! Mine included. *winky face*

Originally posted on Sizzling Hot Romance:

Snippet Sunday’s is a new feature to my blog. I’ve asked many of my author friends to contribute, and they didn’t let me down. Each Sunday I will feature FIVE DIFFERENT AUTHORS and snippets of their most current release. Let me tell you, It’s awesome being me! I get to read these and add more books to my TBR pile, I hope you do as well.

AND in order to ensure that you DO get a book of your choice. I will give away ONE BOOK A WEEK (readers choice) from one of the FIVE posted. All you have to do is comment. That’s it!

Enjoy my darlings, and remember, be good to each other!

Peace and Love,

Honor James (also writing as April Zyon)

Violet’s Protectors, Beyond The Veil 6

By: Honor James

Published by: Siren Publishing

Purchase Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/violets-protectors

Social Media Link: https://www.facebook.com/HJames.AZyon

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Romantic Rendezvous Blog Hop!

Welcome to the 18th stop on the Romantic Rendezvous Blog Hop.

 

What’s up for grabs?

All you need to do is to drop me a message, along with your email address in the comments. I’ll pick three winners in all. You’ll get your choice of an electronic copy of any of the books you see below!

Don’t forget to keep on hopping and enter the main rafflecopter contest to win the big prize! The hop runs from Feb 6 – 14th!

Who am I?

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth

What I Write:

I write contemporary erotic of the MF variety. You’re not likely to find any billionaire doms in my books. There won’t be any world famous rock stars who fall in love with the girl next door. No shape-shifting werewolf menages (though let’s not rule anything out quite yet).

Nothing wrong with those ideas, but I much prefer a story about real people, doing real things, and falling in love. Each of the buy links below has a general excerpt and also a not-so-safe-for-work excerpt. Click below for a quick taste of what you can expect from me.

Here’s a small taste of what I’ve written so far:

In Full Bloom (Second Chances 1)

From the moment that Taryn Michaels runs into her new landlord, Evan Connolly, on the stairwell, she is dangerously attracted to him. She’s starting her career as a veterinarian at the Los Angeles Zoo and isn’t looking for any complications. The more she gets to know him though, the more she realizes that he might be worth the risk. Buy Here

Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

When Sara Westing needed signatures for a new catering contract, she had no idea that Deacon James would be the man holding the pen. Thrown into a last-minute meeting together, they both very quickly realize this isn’t the first time they’ve met. They’re left to negotiate the final details of a contract while pretending they didn’t share a night of incredible passion, followed by a decade of awkward radio silence. Buy Here

Lip Service (Private Relations 2)

For Chris Marks, his best friend’s little sister, Chloe James, has always been off limits. In a moment of weakness he admits his attraction to her and Chloe seizes the opportunity to take what she’s always wanted. Him. Buy Here

Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle of friends, they’re the only two single people left. It makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit, right?  Elle can’t help but want more, though. Buy Here

Author Spotlight – Abbie Carlisle

I’ve got the fantastic Abbie Carlisle here to talk about her latest book, Jonah’s Salvation. This is the second novel in her series, The Order of the Mist. This sexy M/F romance is sure to get your pulse racing if those excerpts are any indication!  This gem is available for 10% off until Feb 10th, 2015, so get your copy today!

Alana Bayer has lived a life no one should have to suffer. Imprisoned, her life is no more than an empty existence. The love she once knew is a distant memory until her heart is awakened by a tall, handsome stranger, but can she trust him? If she does, will it cost her the one thing she’s been trying to protect for years?

Jonah, the First Lord of The Mist, knows nothing but protecting his race. He doesn’t want or need a female in his life and has learnt that love only causes pain. Everything changes when he’s captivated by the beautiful female of his dreams. Can he forgive her enough to love her? As the war with The Phoenix League grows stronger, Jonah must do whatever it takes to protect the one who has stolen his heart. Even if it costs him his life.

STORY EXCERPT

As Alana turned, she froze, her heart leaping to her throat as she stared at the enormous male standing across the room. Harvey’s stare bore into her as she jumped back against the closed door. Her heart thumped hard in her chest and she could feel the hard wood of the door against her back. His arms crossed over his chest and the firm line of his taut jaw told her that he was angry.

“Where were you?” His tone was sharp and laced with hostility.

“None of your goddamn business.” Alana didn’t care for his tone. Didn’t care for him at all. As far as she was concerned, he had no rights over where she went.

“Why were you out so long?” He knew she wouldn’t tell him but he still wanted to know where she’d been.

Alana stared at him as she felt the heat of her anger grow from the pit of her stomach. “Like I said, it’s none of your business what I do or where I go, as long as it’s as far away from you as I can get. Please leave!”

“You know I can stop you leaving whenever I want. It wouldn’t take much to convince you and you know how I’d do it.” Harvey smirked.

“I stay because I have to, not because I want to. I want you to leave. Now!” She felt sick with his threat and began to shake with anger as he moved toward her.

“I could stay here all night if you let me. We could have some fun.” He moved closer to her until he stood, towering over her. He inhaled her scent as he stared into her alluring brown eyes.

Alana stiffened as she felt him press against her. The firm line of his abs brushed against her body, making her stomach turn. Wincing, she felt the strong muscles of his legs hold her in place. She hated his excited scent that seemed to emanate all around her as he lowered his head toward her face. She turned away so he couldn’t get close enough for her to feel his breath on her skin.

He repulsed her. The feel of his hand brushing lightly over the inside of her coat and up the slim curve of his waist made her stiffen. She froze as he swept his hand over her neck to grasp her jaw, forcing her face toward his.

“You know you belong to me, don’t you? You can never leave, so why not just give in?” His confident tone made her stomach turn.

“Never, you disgust me!” She struggled to try and release from his grasp but he was too strong.

“Come on, it would be fun. You know how you excite me.” The fun of the chase made his cock throb.

Alana pushed at him with every amount of rage that had built inside her. The feel of his arousal had infuriated her and she wanted nothing more than to impale her knee straight into his groin.

Harvey smiled as he stepped backward.

Cool air brushed between them, making Alana inhale deeply at the release of his intense restraint. She hated the way he wanted her. His confidence that she would relent irritated her as she stared at him. He was becoming more physical in his demand for her and his threat had terrified her. Not that she would ever let him know that.

“Just leave. It’s never going to happen, so just get over it.” Her hatred for him grew stronger every moment he was near her.

Harvey’s smile widened. She was so much fun to tease. Anything worth having was worth waiting for. He stepped back to allow her to move away from the door. The thought of her soft, satin skin beneath him would be so sensual that he couldn’t help but growl. He would bide his time. One day she would relent, and she was definitely worth the wait.

Alana moved to the right and walked across the room. She glanced over her shoulder to see Harvey reach for the door handle and pull the door open. He turned and smiled at her, making her skin crawl as he winked and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

The male was vile. She wrapped her arms around herself. She would have fought him if he’d tried to kiss her, suddenly feeling sick at the thought. He would never give up as long as she remained at the Headquarters and that made her desire to help The Order even more resolute.

She turned and walked toward the French style doors and stared out of the long glass panes. She knew James was down below as she stood solemnly at the window. Jonah would be there soon. She just wished that he’d forgiven her enough to help her escape her hell. Tomorrow she knew she would need him, especially if she ran into the guards. Life was about to change and she knew her choice to help The Order had been the right one. She just hoped they could find what she was looking for and fast.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I don’t want you to move. I want to undress you and touch every inch of your body but you are not to touch me. I want to please you until you cry out my name and beg me to fuck you.” Jonah’s gaze was filled with fire for his female and his desire for her pleasure had his cock as hard as steel.

Alana lay and watched as Jonah stood from the end of the bed and pulled his top over his head. His huge shoulders engulfed his frame and she wanted desperately to jump up and run her hands over his muscular chest. His flawless, toned abs had her insides clenching and it felt like a torment to not be able to trace each line with her mouth. She wanted to touch him, taste every ripple of his toned body down to his cock.

As Jonah kicked off his shoes, he pulled off his sweats and boxers.

Alana gazed at the stunning length of his desire. Her breath panted at the thought of taking him in her mouth and encasing it all the way to the back of her throat. Alana knew that Jonah was teasing her as he held the shaft in his hand and gently ran his hands up and down the length. The thought of feeling him buried deep inside her had her skin blazing.

Jonah leaned forward and ran his hands over her thighs. The feel of her slim legs felt delicious under his hands as he moved up her body and over her hips. She was so small against his immense size. Moving his hands across her waist he lifted the end of her t-shirt and pulled it upward, over her head and tossed it aside. The paleness of her skin was like cream and he leaned forward and kissed her stomach. She tasted heavenly. His hands moved under her body to unclip her bra. Gently sliding the straps over her arms, he released her breasts and growled deeply at the sight of her. As he moved up her body, he trailed kissed over her skin, making Alana cry out softly at the touch of his lips.

Alana could feel every minute sensation of his lips on her skin. Pleasure overtook her senses as he moved higher to her breast and she moaned at the delight bearing down on her clit. It throbbed at each brush of his lips. Moving closer to her breasts, she watched as he took one hard bud into his mouth, sucking hard. The warm sensation against her sensitive skin mixed with the gently pain caused her pussy to spasm and Alana cried out his name.

Jonah loved to feel her rock hard nipple against his tongue. He licked and sucked at her breast, feeling the tension of her skin. Her pleasure was his driving force as he ground his hard length against her pussy. He could feel her heat through her clothes and it drove his mind wild. His hand encased the soft skin close to his face and he squeezed, pushing the bud further into his mouth. He wanted to taste more of her. Releasing her, he moved over to her other breast and gave it the same intense attention. Pulling hard, he sucked and licked as he felt the vibration of her moan against his mouth. He could hear the pleasure she felt and it made his cock throb more intensely.

“Tell me you want me to touch you all over. Tell me you want it as bad as I do.” Jonah moved lower down her body as he grasped the top of her jeans and pulled gently to remove them. Pulling at her boots, he slid the jeans from her feet.

“I need to feel your mouth all over me. Please Jonah, I need to feel you.” Alana found it hard to speak through her breathlessness.

Jonah stared at Alana’s silky, creamy thighs and slowly ran his hands in circles toward her beautiful pussy. The soft satin covering of her underwear felt smooth under his hands as he trailed his fingers over the soft line of her crease. Jonah ran his fingers inside the top of her underwear and pulled them down her long slim legs. As he knelt at the end of the bed he growled deeply. The sight of her bare had his heart hammering and his cock straining to be inside her. He leaned forward, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Open up for me, beautiful.” Jonah kissed the inside of her thigh, pushing them further apart to give him room.

Alana could feel his breath inches away from her. The nerves of her clit fired with anticipation as she grasped at the covers above her head. He’d told her not to touch him, to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving her but her mind spiraled at each delectable touch of his mouth. Alana gasped as his tongue licked across her clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked hard, making Alana cry out his name. The carnal pleasure that shot though her body had her tensing, begging for more as he licked and sucked harder.

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Abbie Carlisle lives in Kent, England with her wonderfully understanding husband and 3 children. She spends every spare hour either with her family or, with the immense support from her twin sister, her other passion ‘writing’. For years she had dreamed of writing her own paranormal novel and then her first novel was born. Come visit ‘The Order of the Mist’ at SirenBookStrand.com

  A little bit more about me!

I love reading and my favourite Authors are Laurann Dohner, Lara Adrian and JR Ward. After reading many of their novels, I decided to start writing my own paranormal novel ‘Elijah’s Vow’ in early 2014. It took me about 5 months to write and it astounded me how the characters and the storyline developed as I wrote.

The idea first began one night with just the hero but before I knew it, I had planned the storylines for the entire series. My second book in the series ‘Jonah’s Salvation’ was released on 3rd February, 2015 and Jonah’s book delves into the life of Elijah’s second in command.  It’s full of emotional conflict, love and passion.

Working full-time means I have to organise my time effectively and find it’s at the end of the day that I finally get to sit and spend time writing.

I’ve met many amazing Authors since publishing Elijah’s Vow and Jonah’s Salvation, and their support has been invaluable. Writing both books has been an emotional roller-coaster of pride, joy and anxiety (especially on release day!) and I hope that my book brings as much enjoyment for readers as it has been for me writing it.

 

Interview Questions:

Please tell us about your latest book.

Jonah’s Salvation is about Jonah, Elijah’s second in command and his life has been tormented with pain and suffering. He has no desire to have a female in his life, but has been plagued with memories from his past about a female he met while in captivity. Coming face to face with her again brings back memories of his suffering, but it also brings the chance to find love and passion. She must learn to trust him and he has to learn to forgive her. It’s the only way they can find a future together.

 

Why did you decide to write romance novels?

Having read many romance novels by my favourite authors, I decided I wanted to create my own world full of conflict and passion. Life brings with it many struggles and to be able to escape into a world where love conquers over adversity is a wonderful escape.

What can we expect from you in the future?

The Order of the Mist series will consist of a further 12 books which will delve into the lives of the Lords of The Mist. I have also written the first novel of a new series which is still in the editing stages. The new series is about of group of males who have never experienced life in the outside world. They have been created different, and the fear of their introduction could change the worlds view on humanity forever. They must learn to love, accept who they are, and find a way to live peacefully. As with all of my novels, there will be love, passion and conflicts to overcome.

Do you allow readers to contact you? If so, how do they reach you?

I love to hear from readers and other authors. I am privileged to be part of a group called Triple Threat Romance and can be found on Facebook and Twitter. Details about my books can be found at my website and readers can contact me through my contact page.

What are some of the most memorable questions/comments?

I’ve had lots of interesting questions from readers such as what has been my biggest fear? What is my favourite song? A lot of questions have been who inspired me to write paranormal romance books? Answers: I’m really afraid of heights. I wouldn’t say I have a favourite song as I like so many, but my favourite artist is Ellie Golding. Who inspired me to write would have to be Laurann Dohner (love her books).

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

Writing paranormal genre allows you to put in some personal life experiences but it can also allow you the freedom to be creative. I love being able to create personalities for characters that are fun and interesting but also dark and mysterious.

Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

I don’t have a schedule as such, I just write whenever I get the chance. In between family and work, I usually get to write at the end of the day when it’s peaceful.

What do you do to relax and recharge your batteries?

I love to relax by reading my Kindle where I have lots of my favourite author’s books. I usually start reading and keep going until I’ve read the whole series.

Links where you can find me:

Website – abbiecarlisle.weebly.com

Email – abbie.carlisle@yahoo.com

Buylink – http://www.bookstrand.com/jonahs-salvation

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/abbie.carlisle3

Twitter – @abbie_carlisle

Yahoo group – https://www.facebook.com/groups/SAandRLounge/

 

 

Meet the Authors from my monthly Picture Capture event!

Michelle Roth:

Meet some great new authors who just may tickle your fancy.. or something else ;)

Originally posted on Lori King Books:

This month I decided to do something a bit different. As my daily responsibilities are increasing I’m finding it tougher to nurse my blog and keep it fed, especially on a monthly basis. These authors have helped me out each month by joining in my flash fiction event: Picture Capture. To say thank you to them, and make sure you know all about how wonderful they all are, I’m taking this month to introduce them all to you! Pick up a book by each and every one of them – you won’t be disappointed!

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Alanea Alder

www.AlaneaAlder.com

https://www.facebook.com/alanea.alder

Fun loving wolf-shifter Colton Albright’s usual concern…his next meal, has been replaced by haunted dreams. The nightly visions of the sad, anxious face of his mate have this jovial jokester withdrawing from his fellow Alpha Unit members.

Rheia Bradley is a dedicated professional that lives to help others, but has…

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Author Spotlight – Honor James

I’ve got the lovely Honor James on my blog today. We’re chatting about her most recent release, Violet’s Protectors [Beyond the Veil 6]. This hot MFM romance is sure to warm up those cold winter nights. You doubt me? You be the judge. Check out the blurb and some excerpts below. Get your copy at Bookstrand.com. It’s 10% off until Feb 6th!

Violet King has only had two major goals in her life, keep from being killed from those who want her throne, and avoid her mates at all costs. The first is easily achievable, the second is heartbreaking and will leave her to forever walk the Realms alone. There is a problem, though. If she never meets her mates than an entire Race will die out.

Given a task by their new king to bring a friend to the throne home, Viper and Ladon never expected to find their mate at the same time. With trouble coming for her there is only one option, do whatever is necessary to get her beyond the Veil to safety. What comes after will forever alter everyone, and everything—forever.

A prophecy speaking of death is now in play, turmoil between Earth and the Realms has reached an all-new level, and time is beginning to run out for them all.

 

STORY EXCERPT

September 30, 2035

There was a movement, the slightest flutter of a curtain which told the secrets held within. There was life, there was movement, and that meant that there was a chance that there was a person or persons inside of the home who might be able to shed some light on the mystery.

When the curtain fell back into place, however, there was no dawning knowledge, there was no blinding accuracy in simply knowing. Instead there was silence.

Frustration was the name of the game at this moment, and it was not something that she enjoyed. At all. Frustration was a bitter pill to swallow and one that more often than not got stuck in the craw of one’s throat.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Violet turned away from the conundrum that was before her. She leaned back in the seat she took outside of a cafe and sipped at the cocoa that she had been given and tried to think of what was going on.

Pulling out her old ratty notebook she fished out a pen from the bottom of her backpack and wrote her notes into the old-fashioned notebook.

While there was a presence inside of the home, there wasn’t a response when the bell was rung, nor was there when a delivery arrived via courier. Suspiciously there was another person who arrived to let the delivery in, however from where the party came from I don’t know.

Vi chewed her pen cap and then tapped it to her lip before she continued.

The being inside of the home is not a human. I can tell that much from the sidewalk. I’m not certain just exactly what the race is for this being, however I have to be honest here–the feeling is malevolent and the malcontent that is all but pouring out of the home is nearly blinding.

She had to shiver. She didn’t like it at all. There was something more about this job than just trying to figure out exactly who or what was inside of the home, she didn’t like that.

I keep finding myself questioning this assignment. I keep finding myself wanting to walk away from it, and if not for the plea from the woman on the other side of this equation I would have walked away by now. If a major change doesn’t occur within the next two days I am walking away. I have found nothing as of yet and can’t shake the feeling that I’m being set up for some reason. I just wish that I knew what it was that I was being set up about.

I think that it’s time that the discussion is had with the bosses. I’m ready to turn in my notice and walk away from it all. I think that the ones that hunt me are starting to get close again and that’s why this assignment feels off. I think that it’s time to disappear again.

Words she quickly scribbled out and then pulled the page out to tear into small pieces so that she could dump them into her coffee cup to toss away. Violet sighed and closed her eyes. God, she was not in a good place right now. Not with this assignment and with anything.

Quickly Violet shoved her pink and blue hair back behind her ears. The short hair in the back, long in front, a far cry different from what she was born with. The only thing Violet couldn’t change was her eyes. Eyes that denoted exactly who she was, the status and hierarchy that she held. If she wanted it. But she knew that to take the position that she was born to take would mean her death.

Fabulous.

Not.

I believe that this being that I’m chasing, this Luhpyne that is supposed to be harming children and women, is not an actual person, but a set of persons. I don’t truly believe that the being in the home is a human, but I don’t get the feeling that they are Luhpyne either. I truly believe that whatever, whoever is inside of that home is evil and therefore it’s time to turn this case over to the AEDA. I just hope that I can turn this into them without whoever I talk to realizing just what, and worse, who I am.

She hesitated and bit her lower lip. Yeah. That would not be good. She had come to Earth far before the Veil fell. She had hidden when yet another attempt on her life was thwarted. An attempt that had cost the life of one of her oldest and dearest friends. A Draygon.

It was when that happened that Violet went to the only being she could trust, Drakos. King of the Draygons, he realized just who and what she was and realized that she held a secret. One that she kept close. No, Drakos was an honorable and good man and helped her to disappear onto Earth. A land that the Races viewed with disdain from afar.

Violet, however, lost herself on Earth. She had flitted from city to city and watched the humans as they learned, as they grew, and as they finally began to make advances into technology.

“Shit,” Violet grumbled and shoved all of her stuff back into her backpack.

She knew that it was time to turn her files over to the AEDA and disappear. She hadn’t talked to Drakos since he helped her to hide the first time but now that the Veil had fallen, perhaps she should reach out to him again. Maybe it was time to lose herself in one of the Realms since someone had obviously found her here on Earth.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Fuck.” She all but moaned that singular word when the new angle of her body opened her fully for both of their rather large hands to tease and worship her skin. “That feels so damn good.” It had been far, far too long since she allowed herself to feel anything like this, and even then it felt nothing like this was feeling, because no one had been her mate until now.

Ladon rubbed his fingers over her pussy, between her folds and through the moisture there. Sliding his fingers back, he spread her juices to her anus. Over and over he did the same, each time he rubbed more to her ass, pressing in a little each time until he breached her with a finger. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled out next to her ear.

“More,” was all that Violet could say in reply. She was tight because she had never, ever allowed anyone to touch her there. None had ever felt right but she knew that these men were right. They were hers and she was theirs, for now and for the rest of time. She belonged to them as they did to her. “Again,” she begged him. “More, I want everything with the two of you. I finally want to feel whole.”

The sensations were amazing, the feeling of these men touching her as they did. It was perfect, and their hands seemed to move in perfect harmony. Violet finally looked up at Viper and her breath caught in the back of her throat. This was what she needed. Him. Them. Everything. “God yes,” she moaned. “Perfect.” She whimpered. “Please, kiss me?” She requested of Viper. She needed more, needed that connection and was desperate to forge it with them.

Dipping his chin, he brushed his lips to hers slowly. He nipped at her lip right when Ladon pressed his finger in deeper, slowly stretching her. Viper captured her moan with a deep kiss while Ladon began to slowly stroke his finger in and out of her ass.

Violet shivered and jerked, her body was moving in desperation and need. When she parted from Viper her eyes were glowing, the need was there just as it was on her Draygon. “Please.” She whispered that singular word for him and Ladon alone. She would never beg another being, only these two men.

“Hold on,” Ladon said next to her ear. “We still have to stretch you more, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. You cannot come, though, no matter what, you can’t come without us. Remember that, and if it becomes too much, say something, we’ll take a breather until you’re balanced again.” She felt him stretching her more. “Working two in now, Vi.”

Vi nodded and let her forehead drop to Viper’s chest. She was clenching her hands on his arms tightly. “I won’t come without the two of you, I need you both far too damn much for that.” She needed that connection to them both, had to have it, or she knew she wouldn’t be able to continue on with this life.

Viper slid his hands up, one on her arm, the other to the back of her neck. “Keep breathing,” he said softly. He nipped at her ear gently before he rested his cheek to hers, the stubble on his cheeks lightly scraping her skin.

The tactile sensations of Viper nuzzling and teasing her skin and the stretching and teasing that Ladon was doing to her backside had her gasping for air. “Gods. That feels so good.” They hadn’t even touched her clit and already she was about to go off like the proverbial rocket. She saw stars behind her eyelids, she was gasping for air but forced her orgasm under control. “Hurry,” she demanded instead. “Not going to hurt me, not when I was made for you both. God, please hurry.”

“You’re too tight, Vi. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ladon growled.

“She’s on edge, Ladon. We can’t risk having her go over. Take it slow, but we need to do this now.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I really wish we had some lube.”

“Check the bedside table, knowing Drake there’s likely some in there,” Viper said.

Violet’s eyes were closed as she clenched her fingers against Viper’s shoulders. She leaned in and bit his shoulder, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was desperate and she damn well needed and wanted both of them to be right there with her. She wanted to shake that indomitable control that Viper had on himself, she wanted to see the Draygon that was hers. Dammit.

“Behave,” he said, his voice taking on a sharp edge.

“Got some,” Ladon announced triumphantly. “Vi, hold on, sweetheart. This is likely to be damned cold. But I need to work some up your gorgeous little ass before we start. Try not to clench too hard if you can.”

“Working on trying, but then Viper tells me to behave.” She looked up at said mate and grinned. “Do it, Ladon,” she said, but her eyes never left Viper’s, she was utterly mesmerized by him. “Hurry, don’t care how fucking cold it is, because soon we will be burning hot.”

 

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Author Spotlight – Andrew Jericho

I’ve got the fabulous Andrew Jericho on my blog today talking about his latest MMMMM novel, Flirting with Heaven. This sensual tale is the third installment of his Rock Stars series. This book is currenltly 10% off at Bookstrand.com until February 3rd, 2015. Get your copy today!

[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Older Hero Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]

“We are flirting with Heaven, on the brink of paradise. I intend to put an end to our hell.” When Dr. Zane Foster shares those words, he is holding all four of the men he loves in his arms. Adam, Rock Hard’s front man, has spent the last two weeks in Zane’s bedroom, recovering from his breakdown at the press conference. He has put the doctor in temporary control of his family. All of them have been calling Zane daddy for weeks.

When Adam decides he wants Zane to make decisions for the band on a permanent basis, the front man struggles with pride. Adam feels his inability to create harmony is the reason Deuce, L.T., and Jamie are pulling away. Jamie is intersex, and discovers he is pregnant. Will the unusual revelation of how the pregnancy occurred, and the discovery of the other biological father, bring Rock Hard closer together, or threaten to divide them permanently?

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

 

Story Excerpt

Zane handed one of the jewelry boxes to Adam. When the front man opened the lid, his eyes glassed with tears.

“Just what I asked for,” Adam said.

“Then, you do want our arrangement to be a more permanent one?”

“Are you asking me if I want you to be our daddy always?”

“I only agreed for a little while, you know.”

“Not if that’s what I want,” Adam countered, “because, Zane, it is.”

Zane’s hand was now smoothing the dirty blond, shoulder-length hair away from Adam’s face. When the front man closed his eyes, leaning into Zane’s touch, the doctor caressed his partner’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Are you sure, Adam? That is an important step for all of us. Up until now, you have been in complete control.”

“Really?” Adam asked sarcastically. “Do you believe that, Zane? I don’t. I haven’t been in control in a long time.”

Now, Adam stood and walked to the window. Zane followed, putting his arms around his partner’s waist.

“I’m so jealous,” Adam said.

“Of what?” Zane asked, kissing the top of Adam’s hair.

“Of you.”

Adam turned to face him. More tears were forming in his partner’s eyes. When they spilled onto his cheeks, the doctor used his fingertips to wipe them away.

“I’ve never completely dealt with my jealousy toward you,” Adam spoke again.

“Adam, I am only in control right now because it is what you wanted. I do not want the responsibility if you are not comfortable with the dynamic. My dominance with you is not about me wanting to take control. What we share is about you giving me the opportunity to be what you need.”

“Then, I need you to be in control, but it doesn’t mean I don’t regret not having strength of my own. I want my partners to look at me like they do you. I want you to look at me like that. I—”

“Then maybe we still need to explore this before we go any further,” Zane interrupted.

“Further, as in?”

“Further as in, our new beginning. Adam, your partners love you. They do look at you like you desire, but are you able to open your heart to accept it?”

“I can’t stay in your bedroom alone anymore, can I?”

The look of hurt on Adam’s face broke Zane’s heart. He took his lover into his arms, holding him close.

“I am afraid not, sweetheart.”

“Deuce and I reconciled today, like you asked.”

“Like I asked? Adam, I would not suggest you let David hear that. I want you two to reconcile because it is what both of you desire. He loves you very much, and is trying hard to recover. David does not need a partner who cannot make up his mind whether he forgives him or not. That may sound blunt, but it is truth. All of us make mistakes, even you, Adam Foster.”

Adam’s expression prompted Zane’s next comment.

“No, I have not forgotten my desire for the four of you to take my name.”

“That’s contradictory to everything we’ve discussed.”

“Maybe,” Zane countered. “I asked you to come to my room tonight to discuss the design of the rings.”

“We’ve discussed them.”

“All I asked, Adam, was for you to be sure. Because once I give each of you those rings tonight, there will not be any going back and forth. I am a kind and gentle man, but I am also one who does not play games. I want nothing more than to be a daddy to the four of you, but something as meaningful and symbolic as exchanging rings should be on a more permanent level. The design of the ring itself suggests the intended dynamic.”

“I want to move forward.”

“All right, Adam.”

“Can I ask what you have in mind?”

Zane said nothing in reply. Instead, he cupped both of Adam’s cheeks between his hands. He lowered his lips to capture the front man’s mouth in an intimate kiss. Adam moaned, sinking into his arms. Zane pulled Adam’s body close against his own.

“Always fit so perfectly,” Zane said between kisses.

“Like I’m melting into the curves and crevices of your body,” Adam replied.

“No lovemaking, Adam,” Zane spoke, “at least not tonight. I have promised Lemmuel my company.”

When Adam pulled back, searching Zane’s face, the doctor rubbed his thumb across his lover’s swollen lips.

“I have asked Lemmuel to marry me.”

Zane closely watched Adam’s expression, as his partner pulled away from his grasp. Adam had turned once more to face the window.

“I want to marry all of you legally,” Adam said. “The law thinks otherwise. L.T. always desired that with me, and I couldn’t give it to him. Now, another man can. What does Jamie think about all this? I hope you asked him first.”

“James wants me to marry Lemmuel. I’ve asked them both to move into my bedroom.”

“I see,” Adam replied.

“Adam, part of my discussion tonight is we need to stop living in the past.”

“What exactly does my future hold, Zane?”

“Not bitterness, for one thing.”

“Then what?”

“What I’ve seen slowly happening between the five of us for the last two weeks. What I want more than anything else. I see it in your eyes now, sweetheart.”

“I have regrets.”

“All of us do. Please, don’t let your pride and bitterness get in the way of your family’s

happiness.

“The fax machine is printing,” Adam said.

Zane turned his attention to the corner office in his room. He walked to the machine and retrieved the documents.

“Let us go find the rest of our partners,” Zane replied. “We can discuss the results tonight as well.”

 

Adult Excerpt

Adam smiled when Jamie’s eyes made contact with Zane’s stare. The doctor was lying next to Jamie on the bed. Zane had secured their young partner’s hands over his head. From where Adam knelt, he had a view of their fingers stretching Jamie’s anal opening. Zane’s face was near Jamie’s ear. Even though Adam couldn’t hear the private words the doctor shared, he knew they were erotic. With his other hand, Adam reached down and caressed the back of L.T.’s head, as his drummer continued to suck Jamie’s dick.

“Kiss me, baby,” Deuce said.

Adam’s face was turned so their lips met. Deuce’s touch was passionate. Adam moaned when his lover parted his mouth with his tongue.

“Holy shit, Deuce,” Adam spoke between the lingual caresses.

Adam’s body was on fire. His cock was harder than it had been since before Deuce’s alcohol addiction. From their lovemaking the previous night, something had changed between them. Deuce was making those silent promises a reality. There was sincerity in Deuce’s touch.

“Are you ready, James?” Zane asked.

Jamie’s eyes met Adam’s face.

“Do not look at Adam,” Zane continued talking. “I want you to stare at me, in my eyes, and tell me you want David and Adam to penetrate your tight ass. Tell me, James.”

“I want Deuce and Adam to penetrate me, Daddy,” Jamie replied.

“Good boy. If it becomes too intense, or painful they will stop. I am in control. Do you trust me?”

Jamie nodded, while he continued to meet the doctor’s stare.

“Adam,” Zane said, “slide your dick inside.”

“Baby, you heard the doctor,” Deuce spoke.

Adam spread Jamie’s thighs as far as they would go. He bent his lover’s legs against his chest. L.T. stopped sucking Jamie’s cock, joining Zane in caressing their young partner’s upper body. Adam lined his cockhead against Jamie’s entry. He pressed forward. His dick slipped passed the rim with a tight pop.

“Adam!” Jamie moaned.

“So tight, little bitch,” Adam replied.

“James, once I am sure you are all right, Lemmuel and I are going to put both of our dicks inside your mouth. Four men will be penetrating you in every hole.”

Adam smiled. All Jamie could do was whimper. He bent forward. His cock continued to press within the tight walls of his lover’s anal cavity. Slowly he bottomed out. Deuce was pumping his fingers, and Adam felt their continual caress against his shaft.

“I love you, Jamie,” Adam said, placing his full weight on his partner’s body.

Jamie wound his arms around Adam’s neck, but was still making eye contact with Zane.

The brush of Zane’s skin against Adam’s body, while the doctor lay next to them on the bed, also caused Adam to groan in pleasure.

“David,” Zane said, “be gentle.”

Adam was beyond aroused. He had reached a point where nothing else mattered except finding release for him and the four men he loved. Zane was right, their commitment and the intimacy they shared during lovemaking was reaching somewhere Adam never wanted to leave. All of them were together, working toward uniting their hearts into something the front man believed would keep them together in harmony forever, or at least for the moment he carried that hope.

“Fuck he’s tight, Adam!” Deuce said.

“Holy shit, Deuce!” Adam spoke. “I can feel you stretching him, and rubbing me at the same time!”

“Enjoy the sensation,” Zane said, “because when I feel James is ready, Lemmuel and I are going to share it, too.”

“It hurts!” Jamie whimpered.

“Shh…James. Look into my eyes,” Zane said. “Guys, pull out a little bit. Stop thrusting. Lemmuel, come here and take my place. Look into James’s eyes and tell him you love him and promise it is going to feel good.”

Holy shit! Fuck! Adam’s thoughts were racing. His dick was throbbing, aching to release inside of Jamie’s body. Instead, he tried to focus on L.T.’s tenderness with the bass player. Zane had rolled away from them, reaching into his nightstand, retrieving an empty syringe. He opened the package, filled it with lube, and then tossed it to Deuce.

“My version of a lube shooter,” Zane said. “Get this inside of James.”

“I love you, candy cane,” L.T. said. “Doll baby, don’t you know all of us here are your tops and care about your pleasure. Now focus, beautiful. Those big beautiful eyes are looking up at me, wanting release.”

“Feels better,” Jamie said.

“I would image so…all that lube inside you,” L.T. replied.

Adam had begun to thrust again, next to Deuce. The two of them had their full weight on Jamie’s chest. Their lover was cuddled against them, as they wrapped their arms around not only each other, but the man who had accepted both of their dicks into his body.

Author Spotlight – Suzy Shearer

I’ve got the delightful Suzy Shearer on my blog today talking about her newest release, Whipped Delights. It’s the first in her new series, Dark Desires. It’s currently on sale for 10% off until February 4th. Get your copy today!

 

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, exhibitionism, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, paddling, sex toys, HEA]

Famous cookbook author and chef Emma Cunningham, 43, has spent all her adult life searching for the one man who could control her. Emma is a sexual masochist but never found a man who could resist her pleas for more pain. She has been terrified of being permanently injured.

When she meet a handsome stranger, Simon Harrington 45, all her senses come alive. He seems as attracted to her as she is to him. But how will he react when she tells him she needs to be tied up and whipped hard during sex?

Will he say goodbye when she tells him she can’t climax without pain, without being hurt? Will he be like most men she has told and tell her she’s a freak or is there a chance that her dark desires might coincide with his? That he enjoys inflicting whipped delights?

 

Need to know more? Check out these HOT excerpts!

STORY EXCERPT 

She checked everything was in order in her bag, picked it up, then with a quick glance in the mirror, checked her reflection. Her very long, thick, deep auburn hair was swept on top of her head. Her make-up was impeccable, complementing her ivory skin and light green eyes. She was a big-busted woman, with heaps of curves that suited her. She revelled in her shape and deplored women who strived for thin model-like figures.

Because people expected a certain style from her lectures, she was wearing a tight black skirt, white blouse, and very high heels. Once she got behind the mock kitchen bench, she would slip off her heels as she lectured. Standing straight, she shook her head, then she adopted her “kitchen goddess” persona, moved into the hallway, and started for the staircase leading down into the auditorium.

As she started down the stairs, her heel caught on the apron string dangling out of her bag. She tried to grab the handrail but missed, dropping the bag instead.

Just as Emma thought she was going to fall all the way down, a strong arm grabbed her. She clung to it as she tried to right herself but ended up sitting on the stair. Her saviour turned out to be a very attractive and, fortunately, very strong, man.

“Are you okay?”

“Thanks. Thank you so much, I thought I was headed for the bottom.”

“I’d hate to see that beautiful face black and blue.”

He leaned very close to her,” Is your foot okay?”

“I think so. My heel got caught.” She grinned wryly.

“How ‘bout you stand up and make sure you haven’t twisted anything.”

He helped her to stand and when she went to step and put weight on that foot, she almost fell again. She ended up with his arms around her. Emma could not help noticing that he smelt delicious as well as being good looking.

“I think you’d better sit down again.”

He sat her on the stair again and lifted her foot. “There’s your problem.”

He had taken off her shoe. Her beautiful and expensive Louboutin Zappa looked very sad—the heel was hanging at a very strange angle.

“Damn! They are, or rather, were, my favourite shoes! Oh well, at least it wasn’t my neck.”

He looked at the shoe and then gave her a rather strange look. The Zappa were pointed-toe stilettos in black kid leather featuring six tiny rows of sexy spikes on the back of the heel.

She reached down and took off her other shoe. Once more, he helped her stand. Emma was surprised at how tall he was now her high heels were off. He had to be at least 6’ 6” to her 5’ 8” and looked to be a few years older than her forty-three. He smiled down at her and she felt her stomach flip. He had the most amazing light blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair. There was only one word for him: delicious.

He actually held her elbow as they went down the stairs. The bag had fallen onto the landing and was lying, ready for her, when he picked it up instead. She could feel his fingers rubbing her arm.

“Oh please. It’s okay. I can carry it.”

She was embarrassed that someone would be helping her.

“No. You carry your shoes, I’ll carry this. Which way?”

Emma blushed and then led him along to the auditorium. Walking in, she led him to the pseudo kitchen bench.

“Thank you so much. I appreciate you help.”

She held out her hand for the bag after throwing her shoes in a shelf underneath. He moved past her, brushing against her as he did and placed it on the counter.

“So going to fall down any more stairs today? Would you like a body guard?”

Emma laughed. “I hope not. Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll be fine now.”

“Are you sure? I’d be only too happy to offer my services.”

He replied with a wink. Emma had a feeling he was not just talking about carrying her bag. She gave him a big grin and shook her head.

Damn, he was good looking!

He stepped very close to her. Emma could feel her heart pounding, she was frightened but excited as she breathed in his delicious male aroma. He put his hands on her shoulders and for a moment, she thought he was going to push her onto the counter top.

He leant down and whispered in her ear, “Maybe another time.”

ADULT EXCERPT 

Emma knew she looked hesitant. It was one thing to say he would control her but another to actually do it. Other men had said the same thing. This was their first real test, this was the chance for her to see if she could give control over. If he were strong enough to wrestle the control from her. Whether he could resist her pleadings.

“Sweetheart, I know your fears. You have to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you, at least I won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should.”

Emma looked at him. This was it.

“Okay. I’ll take a chance to trust you.”

“Just remember I won’t listen to your pleading, I’ll be watching your reactions, your body. Ready?”

She nodded.

“Now strip.”

Emma looked over at him as he stood looking down at her. She removed her clothes until she was naked before him.

“Perfect.” He walked around the bed until he was behind her.

“Now bend over until your head is on the bed and that cute rump in the air. Legs wide apart.”

Emma got onto her knees, then dropped her head to the bed, and she felt his breath on her arse cheeks. Suddenly he slapped each one—hard. She gasped. Then she felt his fingers pulling at her lips. She went to move.

“Stay still or I stop.”

She froze.

He slapped her again. The sweet sting gave her a rush. She heard him rummage in the bag then heard a swish as he tested the duster. Without warning, he brought it down on one cheek.

“Ah!”

Then the other.

“Yes!” she screamed.

She felt him push a finger into her cunt, then a second. At the same time, he hit her again. It was wonderful, she wanted more.

“More!”

He hit her again, she screamed her pleasure again. All at once, he flipped her over. Deftly he tied her hands to the bedpost and then one ankle.

“You will keep your legs apart. I’m not tying your hurt ankle but if you close your legs I stop. Understand?”

“Yes.” She groaned.

Once again he used his hand and slapped her. This time on her clit. He leant forward and harshly pinned a peg to each nipple. Emma drew a gasp as each one was pinned tight. She looked over at Simon. He quickly shed his clothes and for the first time she got to admire his naked body.

He was gorgeous.

A well-defined six-pack, so muscular, with a trail of hair that lead down to a huge cock. She wanted to taste that. She wanted to run her hands across every part of his body. He straddled her body and climbed up until he was level with her face.

Kneeling on one knee, he held his dick in front of her mouth.

“Open.”

When she complied, he pushed his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, and every now and again he would press against the pegs, making a wave of pain surge across her body.

He kept thrusting until she could feel he was close to coming. He pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly rolled on a condom. Working backward, he pulled her down the bed until the ropes pulled hard against her. He picked up the duster and deftly hit her across each breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as the pain increased. She felt herself begin to float. Her mind lost in the sensation of each stroke, each lash against her skin. She was in sub-space.

Simon held his cock against the entrance to her cunt. He tweaked the lips, holding them tightly before he pushed his cock into her. She wanted more pain.

“Hit me!”

“No.”

“I need more.”

“No.”

“I beg you more.”

Simon ignored her pleas. As he began to thrust into her, he pulled off one peg.

AUTHOR’S BIO

Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. Her books always feature older heroes and full-figured, curvy heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.

 

She believes that being older does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.

When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes. Oh yes … she also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples and even rainbowed – and for tattoos!

Art website: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com.au/