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Author Spotlight – Frey Ortega

Today I’ve got the absolutely lovely Frey Ortega with me to talk about his latest release, Heart’s Volition. This sexy all male shifter romance will leave you in need of a cold shower. *fans self*  You can purchase it here.lC

Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.

Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.

In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.

 

Story Excerpt:

Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.

It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.

The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.

Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.

And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.

Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.

Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.

Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.

Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.

Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.

Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.

Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.

“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”

“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.

“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”

“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.

“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”

“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”

 

Adult Excerpt:

 

The world around Micah was reduced to the sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.

Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his mate’s nails scrape against the wood.

“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.

“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had. His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face. “Your hair is, though.”

“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more, lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment, though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah bounce slightly from the force.

“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!” Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.

“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a whisper.

“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you just call me Micah?”

Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t. You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on, Micah. Look at me.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t have looked.

Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame. Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to perspire just a bit.

Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward, crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.

Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either. Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.

From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it was a wonder he was still alive.

True, he’d already been weak and starving for some time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.

Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”

Author Bio

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/

Email him at: freyortegawrites@gmail.com

You can like his Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega/. His Facebook profile is https://www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites/.

 

Author Spotlight – Julie Shelton

Hi there. I’ve got the pleasure of hosting Ms. Julie Shelton on my blog today to talk about about her new release, Passion’s Dream. It’s the first in her ongoing series, The Dom’s of Passion Lake.

This gorgeous cover was created by Rhiannon Ayers

 

When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.  Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago.  The woman with whom he felt an instant connection.  The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since. 

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman.  Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach.  She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion.  Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart?  And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?

This book was a rare treat because the author actually gave me a copy to review! *SQUEE*

I don’t want to give too much away, but what I CAN tell you is.. If you’re not into sexy dominants, submissives willing to explore their true nature, absolutely scorching sex scenes, thrilling suspense, and great plot lines.. this book may not be for you. ;)

Get your copy today at Amazon!

 

Author Spotlight – McKinlay Thomson

I’ve got the delightful McKinlay Thomson here today to talk about her latest release, Tracking Ainsley. It’s the first in her new Highland Rescue series. This paranormal menage promises to warm you up on those cold winter nights.

 

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Ainsley Gordon has never been much for adventure and the outdoors, so why she ever let her friend convince her to go hiking in the highlands of Scotland is beyond her. When a storm moves in and a tragic accident befalls her friend, they are well and truly stuck and in desperate need of rescuing.

Conall and Finlay Breckenridge are wolf shifters and members of an elite squad called Highland Rescue. They operate in the harsh and dangerous wilderness of the highlands, saving stranded and injured travelers. When they receive a call to rescue two hikers, they never expected to find their mate.

The weather takes a turn for the worst, leaving the brothers no option but to take Ainsley to a remote cabin and wait out the storm. But when a rival pack bent on revenge find them, can the two sexy wolf shifters convince Ainsley to trust them with more than just her heart?

STORY EXCERPT

Conall saw the woman in the distance, and rushed to catch up with his brother. He pulled the radio from his belt and radioed in the location to Helo One. It crackled and cut out in the bad weather, but he managed to get the message through. He hoped the weather stayed mild long enough to evacuate the fallen woman. If not, he would have to carry her out, and he really didn’t want to do that.

Finlay sat a small distance from the women and barked once. His black tail wagged against the snow and Conall could see that he was excited about something. His brother had been acting strange since they had found the car a few hours back.

Conall walked closer to the two women. His eyes went straight to the redhead brandishing a tent pole like a baseball bat and he suddenly realized what all the fuss was about. Conall felt his dick go hard and he sucked back a groan. His wolf sat up and took notice as well.

The woman was gorgeous with her big grey eyes and curly red hair, and even from this distance he could smell her intoxicating scent. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before? His brother certainly had. He now understood why Finlay was marking his territory around the car.

She looked back at him and they stood there staring at each other. His mouth had gone dry and he was at a loss for what to say. No one had ever had this effect on him before and Conall wasn’t sure he liked it.

He liked to be in control. As a shifter he demanded it, but one look at this little curvy woman and his body was at war. He needed to get a grip, but all intelligent thought had flown from his brain and down into his pants.

“Arr…um…” he stammered. “I…”

“Have trouble finishing sentences?” a voice said. Conall finally turned to the fallen woman on the ground and his brain started to function again.

She was smirking at him and Conall knew she had noticed his distracted state. He coughed to hide his embarrassment and walked closer to the injured woman.

“My name is Conall,” he told her, as he squatted down to check over her ankle. “I’m from Highland Rescue. You are?”

“Jean,” she replied.

“Nice to meet you, Jean. We have a chopper en route to evacuate you to the nearest hospital. What’s your pain like?”

“Bearable, but I think it’s because the snow has made it go numb.”

Conall took off his backpack and opened the first aid kit. He pulled out the green whistle and passed it over to Jean.

“Suck on this,” he said. “It will alleviate the pain.”

“What is it?” she asked, taking it from his hand.

“It called Penthrox. It contains Methoxyflurane and will make you a little light-headed.”

Conall heard a small squeak and looked over his shoulder at the redheaded woman. Finlay had crept closer and was sniffing at her crotch. She stood as still as a statue and was obviously intimidated by the big wolf. She was a short little thing and looked tiny standing next to Finlay. In his wolf form he was level with her waist.

Conall tried to hide his amusement at his brother’s antics. Finlay started to circle her, rubbing his muzzle and body on her legs. He wasn’t trying to scare her, he was leaving his scent on her clothes. Conall wanted to rub himself all over her too, but that would have to wait.

“Is this your dog?” she asked. She had a deep, slightly husky voice. Conall wanted to hear that voice talk dirty when he drove his hard length into her. He shook off the thought and stood to walk closer to her.

“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t mind him. He is just being friendly. My name is Conall.”

“I heard. Is that chopper going to be much longer?”

Nope, Conall could hear it approaching as they spoke. It was a shame he wanted to spend more time with the woman. If the weather wasn’t so bad, he would have called the chopper off and walked them back down, just so he could spend more time with her. It wasn’t to be though. Her friend was in pain and the wind was getting stronger.

“It will be here any second, lass.”

Conall moved back to Jean as the noise of the helicopter got louder. Finlay would watch the redheaded hottie whose name he didn’t know but was bursting to find out. He decided to try her friend.

“I don’t think your friend likes my dog,” he said, bending down to her once more.

“Ainsley is just grumpy,” Jean replied. Bingo. “She doesn’t like the outdoors much.”

“That is not true,” Ainsley said. “I like the outdoors as much as the next person. It’s freezing to death on a snowy mountain that I object to.”

Conall smiled. The woman had spunk. He liked that. Hey, he liked everything about her at that moment. She could say she was a green three-legged alien and he would probably think it was cute.

Conall’s radio crackled as the helicopter hovered overhead. He unclipped it from his belt and pressed down on the talk button.

ADULT EXCERPT

Conall growled at her words and his wolf pushed to get out. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip and forced his beast back. Fuck, she turned him on. She kissed like a wet dream and made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat. He was so hard that if she didn’t stop rubbing her hot pussy against his crutch, he was in real danger of coming in his pants.

Conall reached behind her and snapped her bra open with a flick of his fingers. Her large breasts spilled out and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Full and heavy, they were topped with large, red nipples. Conall started to pant, his mouth watered, and his cock leaked pre-cum.

“Sweet heavens, lass,” Finlay said from behind him. “You know how to get a man excited.”

“I do?” she asked. Conall thought she sounded shy and nervous compared to the sassy, confident woman she had been moments before. Ainsley moved her arms to hug her big breasts, which squished them together and pushed them up.

“You have the most amazing body,” Conall told her. “We both want you.”

“I haven’t, um,” she replied. “I never…not with two men.”

“We will take good care of you, lass,” Finlay told her. “We would never hurt you.”

Conall knew his brother meant emotionally as well as physically. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that their mate had been hurt in the past. She was shy and reserved, and he was sure her self-esteem had taken a battering.

“Okay,” she said. “I want this too, with both of you.”

Conall didn’t want to play anymore. He leant forward and latched onto one of her hard nipples and suckled. She arched her back and cried out as he sucked and nipped the hard bud.

He heard Finlay move in beside him and saw him cup her other breast in his big hand. He pinched and pulled on her bud as Conall licked and sucked.

Conall pulled Ainsley’s legs toward him and quickly shed her of her pants. Her panties were wet and he could smell her arousal. The smell was intoxicating and Conall wasted no time getting her completely naked.

Finlay lifted his head as a sock went flying, soon followed by its mate. With Conall between her legs, Finlay moved up the cot and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. It was their first, and Conall could feel the heat coming off the pair as they parried and fought for dominance.

Whipping her panties down her legs, they went the way of her socks, and Conall pushed her legs apart and looked at the delight between. Her pussy was pink and perfect and coated in her essence, Conall ducked his head and licked the juices from her most intimate place.

Flavor exploded on his tongue and he growled as his wolf roared in approval. She tasted sweet and musky and all Ainsley, and Conall knew he would never get tired of tasting her.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and her hips arched toward him. Sucking the pearly bud into his mouth, he gently bit down and heard her faint scream from behind Finlay’s kiss.

Conall entered her warm channel with one long finger and hooked it around, searching for her spongy spot, all the while flicking his tongue back and forth across her engorged clit.

When he found what he was looking for, he tickled it gently and had to hold her hips down as she bucked wildly beneath him.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “What are you doing?”

Her voice was high and breathy and she was panting, her big breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Hasn’t anyone ever played with your G-spot, lass?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. “It feels amazing. I didn’t realize.”

“Looks like we have a lot to show our woman,” Finlay said. His brother was right. They would have a lot of things they could show her.

They would have to spend hours and hours showing her all the wonderful delights that sex could bring. Conall smiled to himself and lowered his head once more. They weren’t expected down the mountain until tomorrow. Plenty of time to do at least some of the things he had in mind.

Conall upped the pressure of his fingers and flattened out his tongue, rubbing the rough texture hard against her clit and heightening the intensity. He wanted to give her, her first G-spot induced orgasm.

He wanted to hear her scream his name and feel her pussy clench on his fingers as her juices flooded his mouth. Just the image in his head was enough to heighten his own arousal.

“That’s it, lass,” Finlay said above him. “Let it go. We will catch you.”

Ainsley was moaning louder and louder and bucking her hips in time with Conall’s fingers. Her wet heat engulfed his hand, and with one last flick of his tongue, he pushed against her G-spot and Ainsley flew apart beneath him.

 

Author’s Bio

I live in Melbourne, Australia with my husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can’t stop barking. I had my first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. I have been addicted to reading since my ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on I read anything I could get my hands on. Now, I love to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When I’m not running after my kids, I usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.

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Tracking Ainsley [Highland Rescue 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

Author Spotlight – Bella Settarra

Can a bad reputation hide a good heart?

After realizing everyone he has been with only wanted him for his money, Rich Buchanan, the billionaire’s son, gives up the dream of a serious relationship and gets his kicks sleeping around. He prefers men, but he only brings home women, since his father would be horrified to find out Rich was gay. But secrets are hard to keep among the rich, and his antics soon earn him the nickname “The Red-Light Wrangler” when people discover that money exchanges hands whenever he sleeps with a guy.

When Nate Walker starts work as Assistant Foreman at the Buchanan Ranch, his good looks and gorgeous body immediately pique Rich’s interest. And despite the gossip, Nate can’t help falling for him, either. But when Rich’s cousin Joey decides to blackmail Rich to pay off his debts, he soon realizes he could get much more out of the situation. Outing his gay cousin and causing a rift between Rich and his father could be just the thing to secure his own position as Frank Buchanan’s sole heir.

Rich has no one to turn to but his lover. But Nate has secrets of his own, and his reasons for being at the ranch are not entirely honorable…

Story Excerpt

“Sorry to hear about your dad, Rich.” Kent Freeman, the Deputy Sheriff, stood there with a grim expression on his face. “Mind if I come in?”

Rich stood back, allowing the tall, handsome guy into his house. He had expected him to go straight into the office, but Kent turned into the sitting room where his eyes went directly to the small table. Shit!

Rich felt his stomach lurch as Kent stared down at the note. “This arrive today?”

“Yeah. I just found it in the mailbox.” Rich frowned. He had expected Kent to be surprised by the note, but he seemed to take it in his stride.

“Mind if I get it fingerprinted?” Kent asked, not even touching the paper.

Rich shrugged. “Be my guest. You know who it’s from?”

Kent sighed as he put on a glove before placing the note in a plastic bag he pulled from his back pocket. “Do you?”

“I’ve got my suspicions,” Rich replied.

“Let me guess. Your cousin Joey or Cole Jackson?”

Rich gawped at him. “How in hell do you know that?”

“You should’ve come to us right at the beginning,” Kent admonished. “Could’ve saved everyone a lot of time and trouble.”

“You took Cole Jackson in about the poisoning, said you couldn’t pin anything on him,” Rich reminded him. “Anything after that would just sound like sour grapes.”

“We didn’t know about your cousin trying to blackmail you. Or Dan Robertson’s involvement.” Kent looked at him, shaking his head.

Rich sighed. “Kent, you know how it is. I’m gay, man. Dad’ll go mad if he finds out. I’ll lose everything.” He slumped into the nearest armchair, and Kent followed suit in the one opposite.

“Being gay ain’t a crime, Rich, but blackmail is. And so is poisoning horses.”

“I know, but Dad won’t see it that way. He’ll disown me, I know he will. Joey knows it, too.”

“That’s what he’s banking on,” Kent agreed. “But you’ve lost half your livestock because of this. And if you can’t prove you didn’t do it yourself you won’t even get the insurance pay out.”

Rich took a swig of his whiskey. “So, will this prove I didn’t do it?” He gestured to the note which the deputy had put in his pocket.

Kent Freeman shook his head. “Nope. I’m afraid it just gives you a motive.”

Adult Excerpt

Suddenly Rich grabbed hold of Wyatt’s muscular arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He got up and stood over him, yanking the blond guy’s long, hairy legs over his shoulders. He heard a loud gasp as he hauled him down the bed to get a better position.

Wyatt grabbed a condom from the nightstand and passed it up to Rich. He snatched it out of his hand and grinned when he opened it. Ribbed. He rolled the rubber onto his pulsating dick and yanked the guy’s hairy ass open. He heard a yelp, but paid him no heed. He watched Wyatt screw his eyes shut and barked at him. “Look at me!”

Wyatt’s eyes shot open and he stared up at him. Rich had a sense of satisfaction at his control. He lined his cock up to the gaping asshole and stared into Wyatt’s eyes as he thrust past the tight rim.

“Aah!” Wyatt’s panicked eyes seemed to glaze over and his jaw tensed.

Rich massaged the guy’s ass with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other until Wyatt’s face relaxed. Then he pumped hard into him, eliciting another loud yell. The cowboy’s shouts soon became excited as the pain must have morphed to pleasure and he began grunting with each thrust. Rich grinned as he pounded hard into the guy’s ass. He needed this. He closed his eyes and Nate Walker’s face flashed into his mind. He felt himself grinning as he thrust harder and harder, visualizing Nate lying naked before him, Nate groaning in ecstasy.

When Rich opened his eyes they were watery and glazed. All he could see was a mass of blond hair on the bed and, with his mind still on Nate Walker, he moaned loudly. He felt the body beneath him thrusting back toward him and heard fevered yelps and groans. The fire in his belly was roaring now and he felt like his whole body was a raging furnace. He hammered hard into the ass under him, yanking on the dick in his hand. With a loud grunt the body he was fucking convulsed and he felt cum like boiling lava trailing down his hand. His own orgasm wracked him and he pounded hard into the guy’s ass, over and over. Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he heard himself roar as relief swept through him. He just kept thrusting until he was finally satisfied. His breathing was rampant as he slunk onto the bed next to his partner, and he felt the cool air wash over his sweating body.

Both men lay in silence, heaving at the air, eyes closed for several minutes. Rich’s eyes opened slowly and he stared at the face next to his. For a split second he had actually expected to see Nate Walker lying there, but realized in horror that it wasn’t. While Wyatt’s eyes were still closed, Rich shot to his feet and grabbed his clothes before heading off to find the bathroom down the hall. He disposed of the condom and splashed cold water over his face and torso. His breathing was still rapid and he took a glass of water to try to recover himself. Pulling his clothes back onto his still-sweaty body felt horrid, and he left his shirt unbuttoned, hoping that the cold night air would cool him off a bit.

His head automatically faced the bedroom when he retreated from the bathroom, but he thought better of it. Like a thief in the night he made for the front door and slipped out. The cold night air bit him hard, and he shivered as he climbed into his car. Opening the windows wide he relished the freezing cold of the wind as it swept through his hair and over his flushed body. He needed the cold. He needed the space.

He needed Nate Walker.

 

Bella’s Bio

Bella lives in the beautiful Shropshire countryside in the grounds of a large arable farm. Living in an old, haunted housed means that her housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around – the bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night ;)

Open top cars and country music are among Bella’s favourite things and her fondness of shopping is only surpassed by her love of Châteauneuf-du-pape.

She has always written stories and poems, but only started to write professionally in 2013 when she had to give up work as the long hours were not conducive to the after-effects of her breast cancer. Not one to give up, Bella saw the career change as a golden opportunity to follow her life-long dream of becoming an author, and has written a variety of novels including the “Sirens and Sailors” series (Siren Publishing) and “Ménage on Moone Mountain” (Etopia Press).

Her bi-line is “Relish in Raunchy Romance”, and her writing categories include M/F Romance, M/M/ Romance, Ménage (M/F/M and M/M/F), and light BDSM. She writes in various genres; her latest books are cowboy romances, whereas her previous series were futuristic/mythical stories. She is also currently working on a series centered on the staff working in a BDSM club.

Whatever the setting or genre, you can guarantee that in Bella’s books there will always be a certain amount of adventure, some humor along the way, lots of romance and, of course, some raunchy action in (or out of) the bedroom!

Bella would love to hear from her readers. Connect with her at:

bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk

bellasettarra@gmail.com

https://www.facebook.com/bella.settarra

https://twitter.comBellaSettarra(@Bellasettarra)

Author Spotlight – Carolyn Crane – Eight Nights With A Hero Blog Tour

Today I’ve got the pleasure of having Carolyn Crane on my blog. She’s talking about off the edge. That’s her contribution to the steamy suspense romance box set, Eight Nights With A Hero. In addition to an excerpt, read on for your chance to win a $40 gift card or TONS of author swag. The rafflecopter link is posted below.

 

Without further adieu, let’s get to know Carolyn and read an excerpt guaranteed to have you one-clicking your little hearts out ;)

 

 

About Carolyn Crane

I am a RITA-winning author of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and other tales of love and adventure (and erotic & dark romance as NYT bestselling author Annika Martin). My books have been published by Random House and Samhain, and I also go the indie route. I work a straight job as a marketing writer, I love to read in bed and run, I’m passionate about helping animals, and I make my home in Minnesota with my husband and two cats.

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Off The Edge (The Associates Series, Book 2)

SHE MAY BE HIS WORST ENEMY…

For deadly secret agent Peter Macmillan, language is a weapon—one he uses to hunt criminals, destroy plots, and charm enemies. Seducing information out of a beautiful singer in a Bangkok hotel should be easy…except this particular singer has the power to destroy his cool façade, and with it, his last defense against a dark past.

HE MAY BE HER ONLY HOPE…

He tricked her. He helped himself to her body and her secrets. He has enemies everywhere. Laney Lancaster should hate Peter, but when she discovers him shirtless, sweaty, and chained up in the hotel’s dungeon, all she can think about is freeing him. Because she knows what it’s like to be trapped and alone. And she could use a dangerous friend.

They might be wrong for each other, but the instant they join forces, Laney and Peter are plunged into an odyssey of hot sex and dark danger. To survive, they must trust each other with their lives—and their hearts.

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Excerpt from Off The Edge

Bangkok, Thailand

Laney Lancaster avoided the restaurant host’s patient gaze, trying to think what to say, hyper-aware that he was waiting, one hand on the back of the chair she was to sit in. The Hungry Steer was one of the best places to get authentic steak in all of Bangkok and this kind host had led her to a lovely little window table. An orchid stood sweetly in a vase at the center of it, and the view of bustling Nakhon Chaisi Road was amazing.

To anybody else, it would look like the best table in the place.

To Laney it looked like Russian roulette.

She was quite familiar with the game. It always used to be Russian roulette whenever her ex-husband Rolly beckoned her over to his easy chair, because there’d be no telling whether he meant to hit her or kiss her. It was Russian roulette back when she used to report him to the local cops for battery, because you never knew which ones were in his pocket. It was Russian roulette whenever she’d try to escape him, because it might mean freedom, but it could just as easily mean the horror of being dragged back to him after defying him. It had been Russian roulette when she’d helped that FBI agent gather evidence to put Rolly in prison, because it was either the end of her problems or the beginning of worse ones.

Laney was so done with Russian roulette.

“Khap khun maak na kha tae wa chan yaak nang nai thee nang khang lang maak kwa,” she said, thanking him profusely and asking to sit in the back. She pointed to a table in the dark corner near the EXIT sign. The host shot her a questioning glance. She gave him a sunny smile. Always best just to smile.

He led her to the gloomier but safer corner.

“Khap khun na kha,” she said with a little nod. An ultra-polite thanks.

When the waiter came by, Laney gave him her order plus money for the bill and tip all at once. This got her another questioning look. She responded with another sunny smile. What could she say? She was the kind of gal who liked to flee a restaurant with a clear conscience.

A full two years she’d been in Bangkok with no sign of Rolly’s thugs, but you never relaxed your guard with Rolly and his thugs.

A friend had once suggested that Rolly was the wrong name for him, because it rhymed with jolly. But actually that happy echo was what made the name perfect. Rolly was the ultimate wolf in sheep’s clothing—or python in sheep’s clothing, as Rolly would likely put it. Rolly charmed you with his smiles and money and manners, and once you realized he was squeezing the life out of you, it was too late.

Rolly was so powerful that even being in an Arkansas prison couldn’t stop his muscular and veiny arm from circling the globe in pursuit of her.

Even dining outside the safety of the hotel where she’d lived and worked these past two years was a gamble, but it was her birthday, dammit! And she was careful, wearing her hat and tinted glasses and taking the gloomy back table.

It was just as she was digging into her mushroom ribeye that she saw Harken, Rolly’s right-hand thug, enter the restaurant and walk up to the host’s stand.

She nearly dropped her fork.

She couldn’t be sure it was Harken—she only caught a flash of his face before he turned, but you didn’t wait around with a man like Harken.

You ran.

She pulled her hat low over her ears and rose from her seat—slowly. Fast movements attracted attention.

She strolled casually toward the back EXIT sign, heading down the dark little hall beyond it, picking up her pace.

She passed a little door set into the wall and continued on, heart racing. It had to be him. Even the way he stood had set off alarm bells, and you had to trust alarm bells. Sometimes alarm bells were your only friends.

She rushed on, dismayed that there was no corresponding EXIT sign at the end of the long, poorly lit hallway. Thais were a whole lot less keen on safety rules than Americans; it was actually unusual even to see an American-style EXIT sign. Thai restaurants didn’t typically have those.

It was when she felt the tickle of a cobweb over her cheeks that it dawned on her that the EXIT sign might have been put up for ambience, just as Americans sometimes hung up signs with Asian writing, not knowing the meaning. A brightly lit EXIT sign. Festive!

When she felt the floor sag with rot, her belly twisted with that old familiar fear. Trapped. Hopeless. She slowed, walking on the non-rot side, heart pounding. She could discern a door at the end, but did people use it? Could it even be opened?

Still she went forward. Sometimes it was all you had left. When she hit the door, she turned the knob and pushed with all her might.

The door gave a titch, then stopped dead. Boarded up on the other side. She rammed it with her shoulder.

No go.

She spun around, overcome with the instinct to freeze in the dark like a rabbit, to be very small.

No. No freezing. Move, move, move.

She pulled her gun from her purse.

Nobody coming.

Maybe it wasn’t Harken out there. Or maybe he hadn’t seen her.

But if it was Harken, and if he had seen her, he’d know she was trapped. He’d be sitting out there relishing her fear like a twisted connoisseur, enjoying its rich, robust undertones and high notes of hysteria. Harken had enjoyed mind fucking her almost as much as Rolly had. And if he caught her, he’d bring her back to the States and straight to Rolly’s prison. For the conjugal visit from hell.

The seconds crept on. She couldn’t go back through the restaurant. But she couldn’t stay. If somebody turned on the hallway lights, they’d see her and raise a fuss.

The little door she’d passed. Was it a closet? She could hide in there and call for help. She could defend herself in there.

She crept back down the hall and tried the knob. Open. She slipped in, eased the door shut, and flattened against it. When she turned on her phone light she saw it was a linen closet. Dry storage. She spied the hanging string for an overhead bulb, but she didn’t dare pluck it. Light would show through the crack under the door. Also, she preferred not to see the spider webs. There would be spiders and all manner of other critters in this little space. That was Bangkok, a city with a teeming jungle in the margins.

And now Rolly’s man. She’d been located.

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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.

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

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Rules & Disclosures: This giveaway is not associated with Siren Publishing INC., Facebook, WordPress, or any other social media site. Winners will be drawn from completed entries using Random.org on December 21, 2014 and announced on this page by 12pm EST. Winners will be contacted using the email provided in the form entry. If the entry does not contain all 32 words it will be disqualified. If the entry does not contain an email address it will be disqualified. Giftcards will be purchased from Amazon.com for US winners, and from the Amazon International site that corresponds with the winner’s residential country. Gift cards will be in US dollars when purchased. The authors hosting the giveaway are not responsible for the conversion amounts. Any questions or concerns should be directed to Lori King at LoriKingBooks@gmail.com

November’s Picture Capture features a HOT new photo!

Michelle Roth:

Totally missed out on this because I was on the road, but check out the November Picture Capture. These are fantastic!!

Originally posted on Lori King Books:

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words.  These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a…

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In Full Bloom Excerpts – General and Adult

Well, this one has been a long time (6 months) coming but here are the excerpts for my next book, In Full Bloom. It’s out on December 16th, though you can already purchase it on sale at Bookstrand.

Without further adieu, the blurbs:

 

STORY EXCERPT

As she started up the second flight of stairs, she let out a surprised yelp. Quickly dodging a box as it rolled down the stairs toward her, she turned to watch as it broke apart at the bottom of the landing with a thunk.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” a worried voice asked from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah. I think whatever was in that box probably isn’t though,” Taryn said, turning back toward the voice at the top of the stairs.

He wore a pair of faded jeans that were torn in several places and a snug black T-shirt. His lower jaw was covered in dark stubble. His black hair was short and messy, as if someone had been running their hands through it. His eyes looked almost black in the dim light of the hallway. He was in his mid-thirties, Taryn decided. He was the very definition of sin.

Suddenly, aware she had been staring, she asked, “So, uh. Why are you throwing boxes down the stairs at me?”

Tall, dark, and sexy gave her an all-out grin now and said, “Hey now. I didn’t throw it so much as it fell.”

Dear Jesus. That voice. It was deep and smooth. A sexy face, a ridiculous body, and that voice, too? She couldn’t look away as he descended the stairs and stopped in front of her.

Reaching out, he extended his hand and said, “Evan Connolly. I bought the building.”

Taking his hand and giving it a firm shake, she said, “Taryn Michaels. Your tenant.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. I’m gonna head on up so you can can go ahead and finish throwing your things down the stairs,” Taryn said, grinning.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling good naturedly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’m not likely to live that down, am I?”

“Probably not any time soon,” she said, stepping around him. “Have a good night.”

As she moved toward her apartment door, she thought, Well. This was certainly an interesting development.

An hour later, Taryn had showered and changed. She was applying a coat of mascara when she heard a knock on the door. Putting the mascara wand back in the tube, she moved back through the bedroom.

“Hang on,” she shouted as she moved toward the door.

When she opened it, her sister Cora stood on the other side of the door. All but tackling her, she squealed, “Tare, you’re a vet now!”

Grinning, Taryn said, “I am!”

Taryn pulled her inside and said, “Help me lace up the back of this shirt. When I bought it, I didn’t think about the dynamics of trying to put it on without help.”

Turning around, she presented Cora with the back of her red corset top.

“Ooh,” Cora said. “This is hot! Are you looking to get some tonight?”

Snorting, Taryn said, “You’re staying the night tonight. I’ll pass.”

“The girls were out,” Cora said, gesturing to Taryn’s chest. “I was just checking!”

Rolling her eyes, Taryn moved toward the bathroom, saying, “Lemme mascara and then we can leave.”

Ten minutes later, they walked across the street. Darla’s was a little hole in the wall place. Darla, an older heavy-set woman, had been behind the bar the few times that Taryn had gone in. It was low key and close to home. In deference to the fact it was technically her celebration, the girls from work had let her pick the place.

As they walked in the door, she immediately spotted Serena from administration sitting at a table with Mindy, one of the other veterinarians on staff. Serena immediately jumped up and said, “You’re official now! Congrats, honey.”

Taryn was immediately pulled into hugs, then gifted with a tiara and a martini. She took a sip of a martini, placed the tiara on her head, then introduced Cora.

Over the next few hours, several people stopped by the bar to congratulate Taryn. Even her new boss, Mike, had showed up for a while. He’d congratulated her on finishing her internship and reminded her that now she, too, would know the joy of telling the intern to shovel the poop from the rhinoceros cage.

Everyone had wanted to buy her a drink. After the fourth one, she’d started giving them to her sister and had switched to water. At 5’3”, Taryn was a light-weight to say the least.

It was after midnight when they finally walked back across the street to Taryn’s apartment. She wasn’t particularly drunk, but she was definitely feeling relaxed. As they turned to walk up the second flight of stairs, Taryn ran directly into a wall of warm, male chest.

Looking up, she saw Evan. Reaching out, she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, then felt his hands settle on her hips. Feeling the warmth of his fingertips against small swath of skin between where her top ended and her jeans started, awareness coursing through her veins. She watched him now as he slowly appraised her, taking in the corset top and dark-washed jeans.

His hands flexed against her hips as he released her and stepped back. Even though they no longer touched, she could still feel the electricity arc between them.

Next to her, Cora said, “Well, hello. I’m Cora. Who are you?”

“The new Mrs. Weatherly,” Taryn answered, not breaking eye contact with Evan.

Sparing her a glance, he said, “Evan Connolly. Nice to meet you.”

Looking him over, Cora grinned and said, “Definitely easier on the eyes than Mrs. Weatherly.”

When neither party responded, she continued, “Well, I’m going to go inside and make another drink while you two stand out here on the landing and eye fuck each other.”

Giving a little wave, she wobbled up the stairs.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Her eyes never leaving his, she reached to the zipper under her arm and drew it down. Sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders, she pushed the dress slowly down her body until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside. She stood before him now in a black strapless bra, matching thong, fishnet thigh highs, and heels.

Her breathing was rapid as she waited for him to speak. Finally he said, “I don’t even have words…”

Reaching out, she grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled him toward her. Repeating her earlier request, she said, “Touch me, Evan.”

Quickly closing the remaining space between them, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started out gentle, but quickly grew out of control. He nipped sharply at her lower lip, then stroked his tongue over it to soothe. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her breast, squeezing it. Taryn sighed against his lips and pressed herself into his palm, clutching his shoulders.

He slid his arms behind her back and deftly unclasped her bra. When he leaned back, his eyes were heavy lidded as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. On a groan, he leaned down to take one tight peak into his mouth. She was unable to look away as he flicked his tongue against it. The sight of her nipple disappearing between his lips and the sure strokes of his tongue were almost too much to bear.

When he grazed his teeth over her nipple, she cried out. Feeling his teeth nip at her more sharply, she moaned his name. After a few moments, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. She was almost incoherent with want now, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The hand cupping her other breast drifted lower, his fingertips brushing gently over her thighs. When his fingers shifted the crotch of her soaked thong aside, he groaned against her breast. His fingers teased the bare outer lips of her pussy.

He released her from his mouth and said, “Fuck, Princess. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

Taryn pressed herself shamelessly against his hand and said, “Yes. It’s all for you.”

She almost gave a sigh of relief when he slid a finger between her wet folds and stroked it over her clit. Tilting her head back, she let out a soft whimper as she flexed her hips and pressed against him. She felt that familiar tension start to bloom low in her belly, and was surprised when he tilted her chin down to say, “Look at me, Princess. I want to see.”

She looked at him, for the first time uncertain. His voice thick with desire, he swept his thumb over her lower lip and said, “I want to see you come for me.”

She sucked in a ragged breath as he continued to slowly rub tight circles against her. Working her hips against his hand, she felt the tension build to an almost unbearable level. Still, she hovered right there at the edge.

Maybe he sensed that she needed the extra push because a moment later he slid his hand further into her panties and pressed two fingers inside her. He fucked her with them as he ground his palm against her aching clit.

“Oh. Oh, god. That’s it,” she moaned. Seconds later, she came apart, shuddering and crying out, as she bucked against his hand in release.

He continued to slide his fingers into her until she stopped rocking against him. Watching her, he slid his fingers out of her panties and said, “That was so sexy.”

Still panting, she said, “My legs are jittery now.”

She picked one of her legs up to slide off her heels and saw him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going to need you to leave those on.”

Moving forward, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked into the bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection, he crawled on the bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes flared as his body slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his fingers lightly across her skin.

She shifted underneath him, feeling the beginnings of arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, because he shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away from her mouth, he nibbled a line along her jaw.

Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so responsive.”

She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve got talented hands.”

Evan took his time working his way down her body, nipping and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he had reached her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said, “Lift your hips up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured to her panties.

She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her panties down and over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved further down her body until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said, “On second thought, let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”

Turning around, he removed one shoe, and then the other. Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing kisses against her thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure torture.

Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy. He licked the wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she desperately needed.

Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease me anymore.”

His gaze flicked up to hers and must have seen the desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her folds with his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled them upward, she cried out in relief.

Author Spotlight – Raven McAllan

Today I’ve got the fabulous Raven McAllan on my blog talking about her new release, The Alpha’s Challenge. It’s available December 3rd at Bookstrand.

When human Ari Mackintosh lets wolf shifter Jacob Wolfe know she fancies him, fur and sparks fly. Especially as Jacob isn’t a mere shifter. He’s the Alpha of his pack and a Dom to boot.

Jacob cannot believe his luck when he discovers that the woman he’s been lusting after from afar not only knows about shifters, but is turned on by seeing him shift. It becomes clear that Ari knows far more than she ought to when she recognized him in his wolf form.

It challenges Jacob, as it’s his duty to keep the pack safe. There are rules to follow—rules that he breaks one by one, as he cannot resist Ari’s natural submissiveness.

When push comes to shove and Jacob reveals his secrets, he is fully aware that they might send Ari away screaming.

He has to take the chance and trust that she will stay.

And.. now for some excerpts:

STORY EXCERPT

“Ari? You okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Ah, don’t mind me. Maybe I’m hormonal or something.”

Nope. Jacob sniffed. Definitely not hormonal. He’d sense that. It was one thing that helped all male wolf shifters in his pack know when to keep shtum and agree with their hormonal mates. Luckily in their pack it didn’t happen unless it was time to mate.

“But I dread to think what else she’ll think of,” Ari went on. “Riding on his back? Could you even do that? Ride a wolf’s back? Or a man in wolf’s clothing.”

“Who knows?” Jacob shrugged, and did his best to look clueless.

 Sometimes, with help, but that’s a whole new ball game. So are the spanking, the claw, and definitely the “something else.” However he didn’t say a word. It was probably a good thing he didn’t look like a shifter. He had to live and eat, and human flesh had never appealed to him. He preferred chicken. However, her ideas intrigued him. As long as he was involved. It struck him he was thinking of her as the client, and no one else. If he was wrong, there could be problems.

Ari shook her head. “Some people. That reminds me, I’ll need to see where I can hunt out a wolf costume.” She opened a deep desk drawer and began to rummage in it. “Fuck it, where’s that sodding list of costumiers. I’ll have to increase my stock if I keep getting requests like this.”

Wolf costume? Jacob bit his lip and drew blood. Enough to stop him responding in a way guaranteed to have Ari run for the police and demand the local zoo attend or something. Even without the distraction of a bleeding lip he wanted to close his mind to anything other than the way he could respond to her challenge.

Don’t shift. Do not shift. He concentrated on Ari’s bum as she left the desk and walked round him to open a tall cupboard, and ignored the way his skin burned and his mind begged for release. He’d shift once he was safe on his own land.

“Let me know if you want me,” he said and ignored the desperation in his voice. After all, he only wanted her and not some shifter-lusting person. However he wouldn’t see her stuck. “Dinner, tomorrow?”

Ari turned from the cupboard and stretched her arms over her head. Her skirt hem lifted and the lacy edge of a stocking showed for a second. The action also un-tucked her shirt, and stretched it tight over her boobs. The mesh cups of her bra showed through the fine silk, and her nipples were visible as a dusky shadow. If only he could rip away those coverings and feast his eyes on her tits, before savouring each one in turn.

If he didn’t realize that wish, at least Jacob got a tantalising glimpse of her midriff and his cock hardened.

“Love to.”

Jacob blinked. He sure would love to… “Ah, Dinner. Great. I’ll pick you up at seven.” Damn it, I need to get my head out of unlikely-to-happen scenarios and control my cock. He walked towards her, resisted the urge to lift the shirt even higher and see just how dark those nipples were, and went to kiss her cheek. She turned her head and he kissed her on the lips instead. Ari gave a soft sigh and opened her mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue between her lips, if he wanted to. Jacob gave into temptation. He wanted to.

Her scent surrounded him and he sensed her astonishment. However, she didn’t pull back. Instead she moaned deep in her throat, a sexy, happy, and aroused sound, and drew him in. Jacob pulled her closer until his cock rested against her. Ari wriggled and ran her hands down his spine. Did she know what that did to him? She couldn’t. Nevertheless he had to stop her before she reached the one spot guaranteed to start his shift. For him it was the tiny indentation where in his shifted state, his tail was.

It was the hardest thing in the world to end the kiss and put space between them. How he managed he had no idea. The only thing he knew was he’d have to give himself a hand and come as soon as possible. Or his shift would be hell. And this was one of the nights where he led everyone in the area, as they shifted en masse and celebrated their heritage.

They were both breathing deeply and erratically as Jacob walked to the door. The air was heavy with their arousal, and he couldn’t control the way his heart jumped and his mind shouted “at last!” It had been a long wait to see if she’d ever respond to his subtle wooing. It had taken him even longer to accept he wanted her, a human, as his mate, and no one else would do. Today had been the first time she’d sent out the unconscious signal, showing him it could be time to act.

ADULT EXCERPT

Jacob ran a finger over her clit and dipped it inside her slit to coat the digit before he drew a heart on her mound. Then he tapped her clit hard enough to make her rock before he drew her up onto her knees and waited whilst she rested her head on her arms as he’d directed earlier. She could feel him looking at her, and then Jacob—well she hoped it was him—ran a finger over the curves of her ass.

“Beautiful. Now hold on and think just what might happen next.”

She waited.

The first spank was soft and stroked her skin. She yelped and he growled deep in his throat.

“We never discussed safe words. Use ‘red’ for ‘no’ and ‘green’ for okay.”

“Er, okay.” Safe words? She trusted him not to knock seven bells out of her ass. How could she think of things like that when she was wet and wanting? Men were so dim sometimes. Goodness knows she wouldn’t be here half naked if it wasn’t something she wanted.

He smacked her again, harder than before. “‘Okay’ is not the answer I want, now is it?”

Isn’t it? What the hell does he want then? Ari replayed his words, thought of her latest reading matter and swallowed.

“No, Sir. I mean yes, Sir.” Three bags full, Sir.

He really gave her ass a hard spank. “Don’t be sassy. It’s for your own benefit.”

Damn it, anyone would think he can read my mind.

“I can when we’re together. Read your mind, that is. You’d be wise to remember that.”

She intended to.

There was silence for a few seconds, and Ari couldn’t discern any movements. Surely he hadn’t left her there, alone? Dare she take a sneaky peek?

“No.”

Okay then, whatever he meant by no, and she assumed it was no looking she wouldn’t. Then she heard the rip of foil and a grunt of satisfaction.

The air around her ass moved, and her coat lifted over her back and head. A cool breeze tickled her neck. It seemed that was bare to the elements. Whatever light there had been was darkened almost to pitch black. It was arousing, kneeling there, smarting ass high, head down, and wondering just what was about to happen. The telltale trickle of juice that collected at the neck of her channel and drizzled down the top of her leg showed it.

Jacob nipped her nape again. That small caress almost sent her over the edge. Such a tiny thing to invoke such a strong reaction.

“Well as much as I’d like to tan your ass red, and fuck it till you beg to come, I think I’ll do this instead.” His cock circled the entrance to her pussy hole and then edged inside her.

Gently at first, until, exasperated, she pushed back. “Lordy, has your cock never seen a pussy hole before? Is it all dark and scary for it? Poor little thing.” Although “little” it surely wasn’t. Lucky for Ari, Jenissa had warned her how well-endowed the pack of wolf shifters were and that Jacob, due to his position of leader, was more generously proportioned than most.

“Sassy pet. I’ll remember that for later. However, this is no good. I need to feel you.” She had no idea how he managed it. However, he was more than a mere man, and Jacob rid her of her coat and jumper within seconds. Now her boobs were tickled by hay. She didn’t give a damn. Instead she raised herself a little so only her arms and forehead were in the hay.

That’s better.

“Thin ice, woman. I’m taking care and going slowly for your welfare, not for the bloody fun of it. However, as you’re not bothered, all the better for me.” His chest was warm on her back as he leaned onto her to encircle her body with one arm and pinch her nipple hard enough to make her catch her breath, and bite back a sob of pleasure.

“Fuck me properly, please, Jacob.” All thoughts of titles and etiquette went out of her mind. Damned if she was begging but needs must, and she needed him.

“Fuck you? I’ll mark you as well.” He bit hard on her neck at the same time as he grasped her waist and thrust his prick deep into her channel.

“Who’s not fucking who properly, eh?” He gasped the words as he set up a hard and fast rhythm. “Who needs to watch her mouth? This little subbie does, that’s who.” He withdrew to the tip of his cock, circled her clit with it and then pushed into her so harshly she almost hit the straw full length. Only his hand holding her in place saved her.

The feel of being stretched further than she thought possible, his balls slapping her sensitive skin, and his hand on her nipple as he pinched hard and then bit her nape once more, made her shivers increase to the point of pain, and all the hairs on her body stand on end.

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Harriet Kempton has spent the last twelve years of her life being an Ice Queen to protect her heart. Stabbed, raped, and left for dead, she can no longer trust any man.

She is shocked when she meets two handsome builders, Bryan Garrett and Marco Campione. Harry feels an instant attraction to them both and wonders if it’s time to take a chance on love again.

But can she get over her past and move on? Even more important—can she accept a relationship with not one but two men? Two men who have a loving sexual relationship with each other but want Harry to complete them.

Harry has a demon to fight if she has any chance of future happiness. Will these men stand alongside her and help her or will her past be too much for them to handle?

(Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.)

And a naughty excerpt, perhaps?

Bryan looked at me. His eyes dropped to Marco’s hand and back to my face. I knew my breasts were practically overflowing from the way Marco was holding me. Bryan took a step, closing the distance between us. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me. Softly at first, then he reacted to the way I was kissing him back. He forced his tongue between my teeth.

At the same time, I could feel Marco kissing the back of my neck, my shoulder. It was an amazing turn-on. Two men both wanting me, both kissing me. With one hand around Bryan’s neck, I tried to touch Marco with the other. Marco pressed his body against my back. I could run my hand up and down his side. Bryan had one hand wrapped around us both. As Marco leant even closer, I could feel his erection pressing into my back. I push back against it. Bryan’s other hand pushed up between us to lie on top of my breasts. Marco’s thumbs were rubbing my nipples. I couldn’t help it, I moaned against Bryan’s mouth.

Bryan stepped back and looked down at me. I know my mouth was slightly open, my face flushed, my breathing increased. He picked me up and Marco led the way down the corridor to my bedroom. He flicked on the light. My poor double bed.

How would we all fit?

Bryan stood me alongside the bed and knelt down in front of me. He looked up.

“Sure?”

I nodded. With Marco behind me, Bryan unzipped my slacks while Marco lifted my top. I was suddenly very self-conscious.

I knew my stomach and groin were laced with old scars, stab wounds and surgical. Would they be repulsed by them? I lifted one foot then the other so Bryan could remove my slacks and panties. Marco completed his task by removing my brassiere. I stood there naked before them both.

Bryan leant forward and surprised me. With his mouth, he traced each scar, each line, each wound, and kissed them.

“You are so beautiful, Harry. You have the most amazingly, wonderful body. We adore it. You’re a hero to us.”

It was just the right thing to say. At that moment I realised they didn’t see them as ugly scars, they saw them as reminders that I had triumphed over evil.

Meanwhile, Marco was working his way down my neck, across my shoulders and down my back. He paid particular attention to those scars on my back. I felt bare skin against me as Marco pressed against me again. He sat down on the bed and pulled me back toward him.

I sat between his open legs. He was kissing my neck and massaging my boobs. As I watched, Bryan stripped off.

Oh my, that man’s body was amazing!

Oh god—that man’s cock was huge!

I wondered briefly how the hell I would ever be able to accommodate it. The thought went completely out of my mind as he came to me and spread my legs apart. Once more, he got down on his knees. This time it wasn’t my scars he was kissing, this time it was a lot more exciting. Marco pulled a couple of pillows and lay back, pulling me with him so I was lying against his body. He wrapped his legs around mine to keep them apart.

Bryan was tracing my wet outer lips with his fingers and tongue. He held my lips apart and dove his tongue inside. I grabbed the bed covers in my hands. Marco, meanwhile, was doing magic things with his fingers on each nipple and his tongue on my neck, sometimes sucking my ear lobe.

I was in heaven!

Bryan had decided my clit needed some attention. He was sucking and biting it gently, all the while he had a couple of fingers thrusting in and out of my hot channel. I was lost. I grabbed his head as I felt an orgasm build. I held him tight as he continued to finger fuck me and suck my clit. Marco was pulling and pinching my nipples as I let out a soft scream. My pussy clamped onto Bryan’s fingers as I came. He kept sucking on my clit until I could bear it no longer.

He withdrew his hand and held out his fingers for Marco to lick. The two men moved me till I was straddling on top of Marco’s stomach. Bryan got off the bed and rummaging in his jean’s pocket

“Damn. I don’t have a condom! Hon, do you?”

Marco looked over at him. “Sorry, babe.” He grinned at me. “Looks like we’ll have to satisfy you in other ways, babe.”

Feeling very brave, I looked at them both.

“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years and I was tested only recently during my usual yearly check-up.”

Bryan grinned, a very sexy grin. “So are we. Our last test was last month.”

Marco caught my hand. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Anyway, I can’t get pregnant.”

I could hear the sadness in my voice as I continued. “The monster damaged me so much that it’s impossible for me to.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I hope that doesn’t make a difference between us.”

I was trying not to cry, trying not to lose the sexiness of the moment, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. Bryan climbed back on the bed and knelt. Marco was rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

Bryan just kissed me. Nothing else, just kissed me. The pain lifted and I gave him a little grin.

“Sweetheart, you’re talking to two men who live with each other and love each other. Children are something we’ve never considered unless we adopt at some point.”

He kissed me again and then he bent down and kissed Marco.

Now that was sexy!

He sat back up. I could feel Marco’s dick pressing against my arse cheeks. I wondered what was going to happen next. I wriggled a little. He grinned. His hand began to trace across my groin and casually brush against my clit. I was soaking again in moments. Bryan half lifted me and twisted me around until I had my back to Marco. Marco had his hands on my hips and then the two of them lifted me and lowered me onto Marco’s hard cock.

I shut my eyes with pleasure as I gently sank onto his broad, long shaft.

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