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Author Spotlight – Bella Settarra

Hey guys! I’ve got the lovely Bella Settarra on my blog talking about her new her steamy new release, Dallas at Midnight. This erotic western promises steamy love scenes, suspense and so much more. Get your copy today!

While on the run from slime ball millionaire, Ed Powell, Dallas Somerville finds herself sleeping rough in the barn of near-bankrupt rancher, Shane Patrick.  She soon finds herself falling in love with the handsome cowboy and makes friends with his family, who come to stay.  She also loves the people and way of life in Midnight, Montana and doesn’t want to leave.

When Shane’s sister-in-law hears Dallas sing, she suggests a way of fulfilling the young girl’s dream and helping save the ranch at the same time.

Just as Dallas’s future seems hopeful, her past catches up with her, and she is kidnapped by Powell’s men.  While fighting for her life in the evil clutches of the money-laundering crooks, Dallas is empowered by her love for the gorgeous cowboy, and the chance of another life…the one which she already feels growing inside her…

And now for some excerpts..

STORY EXCERPT

“Now I should warn you that I’ve got a gun here and so have the others, so don’t you try anything stupid.” The guy’s southern drawl had gone and in its place was a gruff snarl.

Stupid! That’s me all over. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

Two men sprang out from between the trees and their filthy hands reached up for her. Jutting out her chin in defiance she got herself down from the horse and stared at their faces. She didn’t recognize any of them.

“Where’s Ed Powell?” she demanded angrily as they tied her hands together behind her back. They were rough with her and they smelled putrid.

“He’s waiting for you.” One of them hissed in her ear. He wore a filthy, black shirt and smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, among other things.

“Yeah, but we get you first,” the other one murmured, licking his lips.

Oh God! He stood right in front of her and she drew her knee up sharply.

“Bitch!” He yelled as he grabbed his groin and the other guy hauled her into the back of the van.

“So that’s how you wanna play, is it, girly? Well, that’s fine by me. I love a bit of sass. Now get in there!”

He practically threw her into the back. He slammed the door, leaving her in the dank darkness. The van smelled of urine and sweat, and she retched. She could hear the men arguing outside before the van rocked and two doors slammed shut. The engine spluttered into life and they were off.

Dallas was thrown about in the back of the sketchy van as they sped over rough terrain, and she was sure she was receiving bruises all over her body. She was relieved when they finally reached a smooth road, and just prayed that the guy who smelled of beer wasn’t the driver. She could hear them arguing as they sped along, and strained her ears to hear what was being said. All she could make out was one of them was worried about the time as he kept urging the other one to hurry up.

Her mind raced as she recalled the guy’s words “we get you first” and the sickness in her stomach roiled until she found herself vomiting all over the van. As the vehicle jolted violently, she rolled her head into her own sick. Smelling it made it worse, and she threw up again. Somehow, not being able to move her arms seemed to exacerbate the situation and she continued to vomit over and over. At least they won’t want me now! Her head throbbed and she felt utterly dreadful.

An idea occurred to her and she tried to wedge herself against one side of the van, holding onto the metal seam with her fingertips. She still smelled of sick but was now no longer lying in it. Her eyes had become accustomed to the dark and she realized it wasn’t as black as it had seemed when she had first been thrown in. She strained to keep her position as best she could, forcing her feet against the side of the van and hanging on, practically by her fingernails, as she studied her surroundings.

The van was old and rusty, and very basic. It hadn’t been boarded out so the sides were still metal. She saw the lights at the back and wriggled down to them. She was glad she had boots on today, and her anger gave her the added strength needed to break the glass by kicking it. Daylight shone through, and the noise of the rattly old van sounded louder. She could see tarmac on the road and watched desperately until finally another color appeared behind them. It was a red vehicle! Taking a deep breath she thrust her foot into the glass and out through the hole. Her boots only came a short way up her leg, and something sharp cut into her just above the ankle, but she persevered. She hoped the driver would see it, and she wiggled it around, just to prove to him that she was alive. As she kicked her leg the pain stabbed her, but she was almost too angry to pay it any heed. Suddenly the van veered sharply to the left and agony seared through her leg as it was forced deep into the broken glass and sharp plastic. Dallas bit hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out.

She felt sick again, and dizzy. Her head throbbed and she found it hard to think straight. No longer able to kick her leg she just prayed that the driver had seen it and called the police. She found herself on a miserable precipice between consciousness and sleep. Darkness closed in on her for a few moments at a time and then she was awake and suffering again. She didn’t know how long she spent wavering between the two, she only knew that it was too painful to stay awake and too dangerous not to.

ADULT EXCERPT

Shane felt her need as their kiss became more fervent, and wondered if she could feel his massive erection through their clothes. He placed her feet on the floor, feeling her body slide down the length of his. As soon as they broke the kiss he hauled the drenched T-shirt from his body, sighing at the relief. He saw her lick her lips as she took in his hairy chest, and his cock twitched again. This time she was definitely close enough to feel it, and the slight smirk on her face told him that she had. Her gorgeous eyes looked up at his questioningly and she bit her lip. Does she know what that does to me?

He felt desperate for her, but not knowing what she had been through he couldn’t push the situation, so he held back. He didn’t have to wait long. He felt her soft fingers on his fly, and she didn’t take her eyes off his as she pulled at the zip. His cock strained against the denim, which in turn was clinging to his soaked body, and he had to lend her a hand to undo it.

He watched her eyes grow even bigger as his cock sprang free and landed straight into her hand. She gasped, still staring at his face, but obviously feeling the length and girth of his primed member.

“Are you sure?” he whispered softly.

“Oh, yeah.” She looked like there was no doubt in her mind as she tugged at his Levis and he helped her to remove them, glad that he had gone commando today.

With one hand on his cock and the other stroking the hairs on his chest she squeezed herself closer to him. He put his arms back around her, stroking her back and her soaking wet hair. Without a word she slowly took a step back from him and shrugged off the robe, which fell unceremoniously to the floor.

Shane had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. She was a little more slender than he usually went for, but had a perfect body. Her legs were lithe and shapely, and her breasts were pert. Her stomach was completely flat and her skin as soft as silk. He felt the breath catch in his throat as he drank her in. She seemed comfortable in her own skin, and with good reason.

Her arms came back up around his neck and she licked at the seam of his lips until he granted her access and her soft, hot tongue delved into his waiting mouth, tangling with his own. She pressed her body against his and he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest, as his erection jabbed into her stomach. Her breath was hot and rampant as the kiss developed, and soon they were devouring each other, not just their mouths but their necks, ears, and throats. He felt as though he was floating on air as he kissed the luscious beauty in his arms and felt her hands and tongue exploring him.

Leaning down he kissed her breast, and enjoyed the gasp which escaped her lips as he took her nipple in his hot mouth. She tasted sweet and her nipples puckered immediately under his ministrations. He could feel the heat of her pussy as she rubbed it against his cock and he pressed against her even more as she moaned sexily in his ear.

“I want you,” she whispered huskily.

“Are you sure?”

“God, yes!”

He gently backed her against the wall as his hand found her dripping pussy. He stroked the folds, which parted to welcome him, and he slid first one finger, then two into her burning hole.

“Please,” she gasped, the urgency apparent in her tone.

Her hand came down and he felt her take his throbbing cock and place it at the entrance of her pussy. He watched her face as he slowly entered her, fearful of hurting her and yet desperate to be inside her. Her expression told him all he needed to know, and, after a tentative start, he thrust hard into her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

He thrust again.

“Don’t stop,” she urged.

Shane had one hand on her hip and another stroking her breasts as he hammered into her over and over. With every stroke he felt like he was probing deeper and deeper into her soul, as she welcomed him into her life.

Dallas roared her appreciation, which spurred him on even more. He felt her muscles clench his aching cock as he pounded into her until she screamed his name as her juices exploded around his cock. Taking his cue from her he thrust in one more time before his own seed shot into her body, continuing to spurt as her pussy tightened around him. As he kissed her burning face he felt her hold him even tighter.

“Again,” she whispered.

Author Spotlight – Bella Settarra

Today I’ve got the lovely Bella Settarra with me, discussing her latest release, Menage on Moone Mountain. This story is a thrill ride involving one woman on the run and two sexy cowboys. Be sure to pick up your copy today!

Available for purchase at Etopia Press, Amazon UK, Amazon US, and Nook.

Her legs can run, but her heart can’t hide.

While on the run from a violent ex-boyfriend, Brooke finds herself being looked after by Travis and Kent, two gorgeous bi-sexual cowboys. While every instinct she has tells her to keep running, the pull that these men have on her is so strong that she hesitates…and gives in. For now.

Travis Beaumont and Kent Freeman enjoy a loving relationship on Moone Mountain. But when Travis rescues the beautiful young Brooke Adams, both men end up falling for her. They’ve almost given up on their dream of adding a submissive girl to their “family” to make a ménage relationship. However, she refuses to tell them much about herself, although her nightmares and scars are a sure indication that the girl’s in big trouble.

When Brooke’s ex catches up with her, he’s intent on wreaking revenge. Can the love of her two cowboys give her the strength necessary to overcome his torment? And can the skill and courage of the two men lead them to save her before it is too late?

Story Excerpt

“Now you and I both know you’re way overdue some punishment, don’t we?” he murmured into her ear.

A cold chill ran through her whole body.

“Don’t we?” he snapped.

She remained stoic. She knew him. He was like a petulant child when he didn’t get what he wanted. Well, she was darned if she was going to give him what he wanted now.

He grunted angrily as he pulled her head up by the hair, tipping it back slightly. “I asked you a question, slut!”

Her eyes were forced to face the window and her heart leaped. Two shadows were poised in the darkness and she would recognize their physiques anywhere. Kent’s calm demeanour gave her strength and she gazed at his gun which pointed right at the bastard behind her. Travis’s determined jaw was clenched and he too had his gun ready with Chad West in his sights.

Chad tugged at her hair again and pain seared her head once more. Feeling weak and woozy, she forced herself to think straight as she clenched her teeth to keep from yelling. Her mind whirled with hope—all she had to do was get the fucker far enough away from her to enable them a clear shot.

The bastard was getting more antsy by the minute. She refused to play his game and it irked the hell out of him. She was becoming so debilitated that it would be virtually impossible to speak to him now, anyway.

Eventually Chad took the knife and sized it up against her soft throat, which was hardly pulsating at all now. Nothing.

“I know what’ll get your blood pumping.” He snarled as he reached over her and grabbed the single tail from the table. He waved it menacingly in front of her face, still holding the knife to her throat.

“What do you think, slut? Don’t you want to kiss your old friend?” Chad swung the tail lightly across her face, tormenting her with the potential hell he could leash on her at any minute. Brooke held her breath, determined not to make a sound, and hoping that he couldn’t read the expression on her face. He huffed in disappointed exasperation. “Fuck this!”

She wasn’t sure whether he had given up on the idea of using the whip, or if he planned to use it while she hung from that dang rope. She watched tentatively, still holding her breath, as he looked around. Brooke knew he’d need to put the chair in position so he could lift her high enough to get her neck through the noose. She could feel his cold eyes staring down at her lifeless body in his arms. When she still wouldn’t respond to his taunts, he simply let go of her and she plummeted unceremoniously onto the hard wooden floor.

Adult Excerpt

“I’m going to have that pretty pink ass of yours later,” he promised her as he came to stand in her line of vision.

A flame seared through her body at the thought of it, and she stared up at his gorgeous face. As Travis unfastened her hand, Kent took his position behind her, heeling off his boots and kicking off his Levis. He gripped her hips, keeping her firmly in position.

She felt his thick cock nudging at the mouth of her sopping-wet pussy, and he glided into her. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to become accustomed to his heaving girth before her thrust hard and long, causing her to moan deliciously.

Travis had unzipped his fly and allowed his huge member to spring free. His cockhead gave her a wet kiss as he neared her lips, and she licked at his juices eagerly before devouring his massive cock in her hot mouth. Travis’s cock tasted quite salty as she slurped and sucked at it. She swiped her tongue up and down its lengthy shaft, staring up at his lustful face. His eyes were hooded and he clenched his teeth, trying to maintain control of his body. With her free hand, Brooke pumped at his column, sucking hard at the delicious pre-cum that dripped into her welcoming mouth. She heard Travis gasp as she grabbed his hip for support, taking every inch of his swollen cock into her burning mouth and down her gaping throat. Luckily she had no gagging reflex and was able to take either of her men just as they liked it, much to their untold delight.

She could feel Kent gouging a hot trail through to her womb, his heaving thrusts conveying his mounting passion as she pushed back against him. He released one of his hands to tickle her clit as his vast member grazed deliciously over her sensitive G-spot. Sensations soared with every movement he made. Her nerve endings jangled as he pulled back and then thrust forward until his balls slapped noisily against her.

The room smelled of sex, sweat, and their individual scents, while the sounds of slurping, moans, and flesh-on-flesh filled the air. Their grunts and shrieks became louder, the mere sound a delectable aphrodisiac to one another.

The fire ripped through Brooke’s body and she screamed around Travis’s huge cock. The vibrations at the back of her throat were enough to unhinge him, and he yelled as he came in massive bursts, flooding her with his cream. Brooke didn’t waste a drop of his burning nectar and swallowed greedily as it flowed down her open throat. Kent couldn’t hold on any longer and let go with a deep guttural grunt as his seed swamped her enticing womb. He thrust over and over as the deluge emptied from his enormous cock.

Author Spotlight – Abbie Carlisle

Today I’ve got the fantastic Abbie Carlisle on my blog talking about her latest release, Elijah’s Vow, which can be purchased here. Before we dive into the that, let’s find out a bit about Abbie, shall we?

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 abbiecarlisle.com

Now, let’s talk about the book. Is this the sexiest cover ever?

Jasmine Tate, an Editor from New York, relaxes on her first vacation in years until a tall, dark, handsome stranger throws her into a world of power and tantalising passion. She realizes that humans are not the only race in existence. Her life shatters around her as their worlds collide and everything she’s ever believed in is destroyed as her true identity is laid out before her.

Elijah, The Order’s leader, has never known true love. Tormented by his past, he has lived only to protect his race, but when he meets Jasmine his heart is captivated by her beauty and he becomes obsessed with his possession and desire for her.

As a war begins between The Order and the Phoenix League, he must face an enemy that is intent on destroying everything that matters to him, but can he protect the one thing that has become his destiny? 

STORY EXCERPT

The echoing sound of the shot made Jasmine jump and she screamed out in terror as the glass from the window shattered and flew into the cabin. She fell against the table as pain seared through her shoulder and cried out Elijah’s name as she hit the floor. The excruciating agony that travelled across her shoulders had her gasping. She tried to focus past the waves of intense pain shooting through her. She could feel herself becoming ice cold as Elijah kicked the table away from her. Blood soaked through the jumper and she held her hand tight on her shoulder, pain throbbing from the impact of her fall. Elijah stared at her in horror. His face was red with fury as he dropped to his knees and gently lifted her into his arms. She was deathly pale as tears streaked down her cheeks.

“I have to see how badly you’re hurt, sweetheart,” Elijah spoke as he pulled the jumper to the side to take a closer look at her shoulder.

Jasmine cried out at as the jumper pulled at the wound.

“Luca,” Elijah shouted, so loud it made Jasmine jump from the drowsiness that was beginning to cloud her mind.

Luca almost took the door off its hinges as he stormed through and into the living area. He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the horrific sight before him.

“I need you to help her. Take the pain away and help with the wound. She’s been shot,” Elijah said as Luca ran behind the couch to reach Jasmine.

“I will need to touch her. You okay with that?” Luca asked.

“Do whatever is necessary to take the pain away and help her,” Elijah said, thanking the stars for Luca’s gift.

Luca gently laid his hands on Jasmine’s clammy, shaking body.

Her sobs tore at Elijah as panic slashed through him.

As Luca’s warm hands began to glow gently, Jasmine felt a gentle calm float through her as she felt the pain begin to dissipate and her body gradually begin to relax. She closed her eyes as she savoured the relief until she could no longer feel anything and her mind blacked out.

“What the hell happened, Luca?” Elijah held Jasmine close as Luca continued to heal the wound.

The shot had gone straight through her right shoulder but had luckily not hit any bones. The wound slowly closed as Luca moved his hands over each side of the wound.

“There was a shooter out in the woods. He had a rifle and fired off a shot before I could get to him. I’m so sorry, Elijah,” Luca replied.

“She knew he was there. She felt him,” Elijah stated as he stared at the paleness of her skin. She was so small and fragile and the thought that she may have been killed made his heart cry out.

“Did you kill him?” Elijah asked as Luca moved his hands away, the shimmering glow dissipating.

“I hit him pretty hard but I’m not sure that he’s dead. Bloody hope so, the fucking bastard deserves to be.”

“We need to get the males here now. If more of them arrive then we need to make sure they don’t get a second chance. She’s everything to me and I will not live without her!” Elijah could not imagine a world in which she didn’t exist. He loved her with all his heart.

“I understand. I’ve called Jonah and they are on their way. I need to fix the window, though. She’s cold and that gaping hole will only make her worse. Keep her warm and I’ll go get the duvet from the bedroom and you can wrap her in that.” Luca ran up the stairs two at a time, grabbed the duvet from the bedroom, and returned, handing it to Elijah.

“We have to find out who they are. It’s the only way to keep her safe. Once we know who we’re dealing with then we will go out, find them, and destroy them,” Elijah said. He was struggling, trying to control the anger that was growing out of control as he stared at her long eyelashes that framed her beautiful closed eyes.

Elijah lifted Jasmine and gently laid her on the couch. The blood from her wound soaked his hands as he pulled the duvet over her and placed a cushion under her head. “Go out and make sure that bastard is dead. Then try and find some wood to fix the window. I’ll stay here and make sure she’s warm. Thank you, Luca, for saving her.” He was utterly in debt to the male.

“She’s your female and we would all protect her with our lives. She is part of our world now and one of us,” Luca replied. There had never been a female at the compound and he had liked her from the moment he’d met her. He’d been glad that he’d been able to help her as he smiled at Elijah. He was a lucky man. He turned and walked out of the cabin, closing the door behind him. Maybe one day he would have a female of his own to love and care for. The thought made him smile as he ran into the cold dark forest.

ADULT EXCERPT

Jasmine gaped at the awesome sight that stood before her. The golden tan of his skin and the bulging muscles of his legs had her clenching her thighs together as she moaned at the sight of the glorious length of his cock. She lifted herself from the bed and crawled onto her knees, leaning forward as she took the wondrous shaft in her hands. It took both hands to cover his cock and she could only just fit her hands around his wide girth as she stared at the rounded bulge at the end. It wept, glorious and silky, as she moved closer, licking at the end.

Elijah convulsed as her tongue made contact, making him growl as his cock jerked and his muscles clenched. Fire blazed through him straight to his balls as she wrapped her lips around his engorged head, taking him into her mouth. The feel of her warmth made him lift his head as he closed his eyes to savour the sensation of her tongue circling the end. She sucked him slowly, pulling back and thrusting him deep back inside her wet casing to the back of her throat. Pleasure shot through him as he placed his hands on either side of her head, entwining his fingers into her luscious curls. She was going to make him come as she made soft moaning sounds that vibrated down the shaft, making him want to guide himself harder into her mouth.

“That feels so good, baby, suck me harder sweetheart.” Elijah panted as his threatening orgasm built, making his groan louder.

Jasmine loved the invasion in her mouth, the soft, smooth skin that covered the length, and the pleasure she was giving him. The sounds of his moans made her pussy spasm. She wanted him to come, taste the salty juice that would explode from him as she sucked him harder and faster.

Elijah couldn’t stop the orgasm that rose and erupted within him. His balls tightened as cum shot from his cock, making him clench his ass and push deeper into her mouth. He held her head still. His nerve endings fired with bolts of carnal electricity and the groan that escaped his throat was raw, filled with passion for the amazing female that held him prisoner. He panted hard as his seed blasted and he gazed down at her long, curved eyelashes that framed those sexy eyes. She was a beautiful sight below him, his cock in her mouth as she slowly pulled away.

He smiled as he bent down, gently guiding her to lie back across the bed. He removed her pumps and ran his hands over the lustrous skin of her calves and up her thighs. Her skin felt like silken petals as he moved further to her leggings, pulling them down to remove them. Her satin panties encased the soft mound of her pussy as his hands brushed past the covering, making her whimper. He tore at them, wanting to see the soft folds of her glistening slit that melted his self-control.

Moving higher up her tight little body, he ran his hands over her petite waist, and pulled the end of her vest-top over her head. Bending over the curved fullness of her breasts, he took one rosy hard bud into his mouth and sucked hard, caressing the other and making her groan.

“You taste so sweet, like honey,” Elijah said softly as he kissed down her stomach, making her muscles twitch at the touch of his gentle lips on her skin.

Jasmine could feel every minute sensation, her skin sensitive to every kiss as she felt her nipples harden further. The warmth radiating from him had her skin roaring for his touch. He moved down her body toward her pulsating clit. She needed to feel the wetness of his tongue licking and sucking at her yearning pussy. Desire for him overtook her every thought as she ran her hands through his hair.

“Oh god, Elijah, I want to feel you, feel you inside me.” It was all that she could think about.

Elijah kissed the edge of her thigh, inhaling at her sweet scent as he moved his hand down and gently rubbed her clit.

Jasmine cried out as pleasure hit her hard. Her insides clenched as he began to lick her clit in circles, gently kissing and then tugging at the sensitive bud. He trailed his finger gently between her smooth, wet creases until he reached the opening to her hot tunnel and pushed deep inside, teasing the spot he knew would intensify her pleasure. She was so hot and soft as he pulled back and pushed harder insider her again.

She cried out his name. Her insides jerked with such erotic pleasure, she thought she would explode. He continued his relentless tormenting as she clenched, trying desperately to control her breathing.

Elijah couldn’t stand another second without feeling himself buried deep inside her. He sat up on his knees and pulled at her hips, bringing her pussy closer to his impatient cock. She was so ready for him, so wet as he slid smoothly inside her. The feel of her satin skin gripping him made him growl as he stared into her passionate gaze. He wanted to fill her, feel every inch of her glorious pussy, and she took him willingly.

“You are mine,” he stated, wanting her to know that no other would ever possess her.

Jasmine smiled. She knew that no one else could ever fill her heart, body, or soul as he did. She was falling in love with him and couldn’t deny him anything.

Elijah began to thrust hard, gripping her hips to fill her deeper. Her heat excited him and his rhythm grew to match the pounding of his heart. The sight of her pleasure made his cock throb with desire. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of her as he listened to the soft moans of her pleasure.

If you’d like to contact her:

Website – abbiecarlisle.com

Email – abbie.carlisle@yahoo.com

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Twitter – @abbie_carlisle

A new Sexy Sunday teaser..

Hi all. I’ve been hard at work on my latest WIP, In Full Bloom. It’s the story of a flower shop owner and a veterinarian that work to overcome the odds stacked against their relationship in attempt to find a real, lasting love.   (Sorry, kids. Don’t wanna give too much away *winky face*)

Without further adieu, here’s another (totally unedited) sneak peek:

He didn’t even turn his attention away from the television this time. He just said, “Awww. It’s so cute when you try and talk about sports, baby,” as a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.

The tiny smile that had been playing across her lips immediately dropped way. Her eyes narrowed. She knew that he was saying that just to mess with her. They’d had some pretty in depth conversations about hockey since they’d all had dinner last Sunday. He was just remarkably adept at pushing her buttons. Smart ass.

She remained silent, waiting until the Hawks were on the wrong side of a power play. After he was leaned forward, focused on the television, she tapped him urgently on the arm and said, “So, wait. Explain to me what they’re doing with those big club things again. I forgot.”

He turned to look at her, a grin on his face, and asked, “Really? Those big club things?”

At that moment, the buzzer went off again, signaling another point for the opposing team. Evan reached over to the remote and switched it off. Without another word, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. As they moved toward his bedroom, she tried to wiggle free. He responded by tightening his grip on her and giving her a loud smack on the ass.

She gave a startled cry and said, “Hey wait!”

When they reached his bedroom, he tossed her into the middle of his bed with a bounce and then settled himself on top of her, immediately pinning her wrists above her head. The look in his eye was almost predatory. She shivered in response.

He leaned his head down and captured her mouth with his. As his tongue swept into her mouth, she gave a moan of appreciation. He shifted slightly so he now held both of her wrists with one hand as the other slid down her body to cup her breast.

He pulled back from the kiss, his dark eyes watching her as he found her nipple and rubbed the pad of his thumb across it. He continued to gaze at her as he asked, “Now that you’ve got my undivided attention, what would you like to do this evening?”

The combination of his rough voice, the grip he still had on her wrists and the gentle stroke of his thumb across her nipple was enough to send a wave of arousal through her system. Her voice stilted, she said, “Oh, that wasn’t about getting your attention. That was about getting that grouchy look off your face.”

He leaned in to press a light kiss against her lips and then said, “That’s very considerate of you. As you can probably tell, I’m definitely not feeling very grouchy right now.”

Before she could respond, he gave her nipple a pinch that had her moaning his name. The sensation shot straight to her core, leaving a now familiar ache between her thighs.

“Oh god,” she moaned as he pinched her a little more roughly. “I need..”

He ground his erection against the vee of her thighs and said, “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

He stared down at her, his eyes blazing now. As she opened her mouth to answer, there was a knock on the door. They both froze.

… Well, Darlings. I hope that’ll tide you over for now. Back to the writing cave now!

Author Spotlight – Andrew Jericho

Andrew Jericho has stopped by to talk about his recent release, Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll. It’s the second installment in his Rock Stars series. It’s the steamy follow up to Rock Hard. If possible, passions run even more hot in this novel!

Buy it here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[PolyAmour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, sex toys, HFN]

Sex, love, and rock ‘n’ roll are all Adam believes is holding the band Rock Hard together. In the week’s following their last concert, Adam, Deuce, L.T., and Jamie have not held a practice, and their new album is unfinished. The jealousies and secrets that almost tore them apart have changed to new conflicts. In a fit of rage, Jamie tells Adam that the five of them are nothing but “jealous hearts,” when the insanity hits.

Zane, the band’s physician, is now living at the Rock Hard mansion full time.  He believes that the four men, who have captured his heart, need the love of a real man to keep them grounded.  As each man turns to Zane for comfort, Adam realizes they all need time to heal.  In what Zane calls a “tremendous act of love and devotion,” Adam gives a heartfelt message to Rock Hard’s fans in the hopes they can begin a new chapter in their lives.

Note: This book contains drug use.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Now, before we dive right in to the excerpts, let’s get to know the men of Rock Hard, shall we?

Name?

Adam Cole, David (Deuce Cole), L.T. Jamison, Jamie Cain, and Dr. Zane Foster

Occupation?

Adam Cole: Front man, lead vocalist, and songwriter for Rock Hard

Deuce Cole: Lead guitarist for Rock Hard

L.T. Jamison: Drummer for Rock Hard

Jamie Cain: Bass for Rock Hard

Dr. Zane Foster: Doctor (General Practitioner and Clinical Psychiatrist)

Describe yourself to the readers.

Adam Cole: “As the front man of Rock hard, I am the strength of the band and my family.”

Deuce Cole: “I know I am high-strung and have a jealous streak, but I can also be tender and passionate.”

L.T. Jamison: “Even though I make noise on stage, I’m a quiet man. I keep most of my feelings private, unless pushed to the edge.”

Jamie Cain: “Finally, it’s my turn! I’m emotional and flamboyant. Oh, and, I am also sensitive, passionate, and loyal.”

Dr. Zane Foster: “Adam, David, L.T. and James need the love of a real man to keep them grounded. I am the one who is trying to accomplish that. The men I love have called me well-educated, classic, and sophisticated.”

Tell me about a day in the life?

Adam: “I think Jamie can describe our life the most accurately.”

Jamie: “We’re nothing but jealous hearts! Just when I think we’re going to be a real family, the insanity hits again!”

5) If you were trapped on a desert island and could take only 5 items (other than clothes) what would they be?

Zane: “The four men I love and a tube of slick. I believe they would all have the same answer.”

6) Give me your list of favorites:

Food?

Adam: “Pasta primavera.”

Deuce: “Rib-eye steak.”

L.T.: “Anything from Sonic.”

Jamie: “Pancakes and vanilla ice cream with lots of chocolate syrup.”

Zane: “Pasta dishes and Mexican food.”

Music?

Adam: “Rock ‘n’ Roll.”

Deuce: “80’s rock and classical.”

L.T.: “Classic rock.”

Jamie: “Rock.”

Zane: “I have eclectic tastes in music.”

Hobby?

Adam: “Songwriting and motorcycles.”

Deuce: “Rock and classical guitar.”

L.T.: “Drums.”

Jamie: “Bass guitar. I also enjoy cross-dressing.”

Zane: “Gourmet cooking, leather carving and tooling, and writing.”

Color?

Adam: “Denim.”

Deuce: “Black.”

L.T.: “Navy blue.”

Jamie: “The colors of the rainbow.”

Zane: “Solid, dark colors: brown, black, gray, and navy.”

7) If you’re looking, what qualities would you look for in a mate? If you’re not, humor me anyway. :-D

Adam: “I value honesty.”

Deuce: “I need to be able to communicate with the men I love.”

L.T: “The heart. I want to see and feel what’s in my lovers’ hearts.”

Jamie: “Romance and sexual chemistry. I like being courted.”

And now for some story excerpts… One of these is most definitely NSFW. Fair warning ;)

Story: 

Adam felt a combination of emotions, all fighting their way for recognition. Sitting down on his bed, he reached for some loose pieces of sheet music on the nightstand. He looked at the finished product of Zane’s song, “A Forever Love.” Jamie was right, what had started as his heart speaking in lyrics to his new husband, should now be a testament to all of their jealousies. Picking up his pen nearby, Adam angrily scratched out the title, replacing it with “Jealous Hearts.” When that didn’t appease him, Adam ripped the pieces of paper in one smooth motion, tearing them in two. As the torn music fell at his feet, the front man thought for a brief moment that his actions were symbolic of the drama and chaos still present in his household.

He decided there would not be a song titled, “A Forever Love.” Nor would he ever write another power ballad for just one man. He made that mistake himself. Closing his eyes, Adam sank backward onto the bed. His thoughts returned to the last night of their tour, six weeks ago, at the arena in Little Rock. I’m dedicating this next song to Zane. The guys and I are in the process of working on a new album. There will be another power ballad titled, “A Forever Love.” The song was written in love…written for the man I’m holding in my arms.

As those words circled though his mind, Adam knew one of his mistakes was singling out Zane that night. He also felt that somewhere in the marriages he shared with each man, his greatest flaw was not being the support they needed. That not only washed sadness over him, but anger. Rock Hard’s fans didn’t know the half of it. He was not about to let their private life become a media sensation. Even Deuce’s detox had been hidden from prying eyes. The worst thing to hit the tabloids was that Zane had forged nonprofessional relationships with the band members.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Adam heard Deuce’s voice behind him. Sitting up, he hadn’t realized his husband had walked into their bedroom.

“Deuce, you should be with L.T. He doesn’t need to be alone, especially after what I told him,” Adam said, with his back turned to his husband.

“I’ll check on him in a few minutes. Right now, we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Deuce. I was supposed to be the strength of this family. I saw the disappointment and pain in all of your eyes while we stood together in the kitchen.”

“Maybe Zane should counsel us all…as a family.”

“Honestly, Deuce, at this point?”

Adam watched as Deuce took a seat next to him on the bed. His lover twined their fingers together.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about the pills and L.T.”

“Baby, you already told me that.”

“The first time I couldn’t get a hard-on was with Zane, about a week after the detox. The next was the first time Jamie let me touch him a few days later. We were kissing and nothing was happening. Luckily, Jamie stopped the affection. I don’t how I would have explained it to him.”

“It happens, Deuce. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m not mad about the pills. I’m upset because something so intimate should have been shared with me. If you were having that type of problem you should have felt like you could talk to me. I don’t want you to feel pressure about having to be intimate with me, or any of us for that matter.”

“Zane thinks it’s a temporary reaction to the stress of the detox. I have four husbands I love with all my heart. I want to restore what we all shared. I felt like I couldn’t do that unless I could also be intimate with each of you. I know there’s more to this than just sex, but—”

“A lot more,” Adam stopped Deuce’s words, placing a finger over his partner’s lips.

For a moment neither man spoke, as Adam looked deeply into Deuce’s eyes. Everything he needed to see was present in his lover’s stare. He silently wondered why the five of them couldn’t make it work.

“I also should have told you about L.T, but I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I wanted to try and bear that burden for as long as I could, in the hopes I could help him. He’s really messed up, Adam.”

“I know,” Adam felt tears forming in his eyes. Instead, he closed his lids tightly, stifling the display of emotion.

“Are you sure you’re all right with what Zane wants?” Deuce asked.

Adam felt his partner’s fingers lightly caressing his forearm.

“Are you?” Adam countered.

“I don’t know. I mean, I think I am,” Deuce replied, sighing. “Sometimes, I feel like the five us are running like confused mice in some type of experiment. We’re caught in a maze, but can’t get out. We take a few steps one way, and then we find ourselves back at where we started.”

“I know I’ve always taken the lead in making decisions for this family.”

“I know that, golden boy.”

“There’s a part of me that wants to try Zane’s suggestion, but I don’t want it to change what we share. Despite our problems, I feel closer to you now than I ever have, Deuce. I love you so very much.”

Watching as Deuce walked to the door and locked the doorknob, Adam knew what they had started in Zane’s bed earlier that afternoon was going to be finished. Zane’s suggestion of a ménage would have to wait, because right now, he felt his lover’s arms pulling him close.

 

Adult:

“Zane!” Jamie moaned.

“That’s right, James. While I get you opened up, Adam is going to straddle my face and put his cock in my mouth. Adam, do you want me to suck your dick?”

Adam had begun to rub his own cock as he watched the erotic play forming before his eyes. He felt Deuce swat him on the ass, as he positioned himself over Zane’s upper chest. While he rested both his knees on the bed, his dick went flush with Zane’s face. Then Adam’s head went back in pleasure as he felt the warm heat of Zane’s mouth sucking his entire length.

“Zane, finger-fuck me good!” Jamie moaned.

Zane’s other hand was now rubbing Adam’s sac, as the front man felt the doctor’s fingers tenderly caressing each of his nuts.

“Don’t stop,” Adam whimpered, as Zane pulled back for just a second.

“Sweetheart, I have got to tell our other two husbands what to do. They want this commitment, too.”

“Mmm…Zane!” Jamie cried.

“I still make the decisions for us in this house, Zane Foster,” Adam spoke breathless.

“That you do, Adam, but right now I’m in control.”

“Oh holy shit, Zane, that feels good!”

Zane’s fingers were continuously rubbing his groin, as his sac swelled, tight against his body.

“Adam, look at our two husbands over there,” Zane whispered.

Adam turned his head to see Deuce lying between L.T.’s legs on the king-sized bed. The couple was French kissing, as their tongues danced wildly in each other’s mouths.

“Sweetheart, James is almost ready for me to penetrate him, and then we’re going to get Deuce and L.T. to join us.”

Adam closed his eyes, as he felt his heart beating hard inside his chest. His skin tingled, as he listened to the sounds filling the room. His own whimpers were mixing with Jamie’s cries of pleasure, as he heard the groans of the couple lying beside him.

“James, slowly slide down my dick,” Zane said. “Surrender to me.”

Adam tried to look over his shoulder because he wanted to see Jamie’s expression.

“Look at me, Adam. James will make enough noise to arouse all of us.”

When Adam turned his face back to Zane, he saw the arousal in the doctor’s eyes.

“L.T. and Deuce, stop making out over there, and become a part of this commitment,” Zane whispered. “Adam, there’s enough room for your Dom to straddle me, too, and put his dick inside you, don’t you think?”

Adam saw Zane toss the lube to L.T., and within a matter of seconds, he felt the drummer’s breath warm on his neck. He let his head fall back against his husband, as L.T. began to kiss their secret spot on his shoulder.

“Whimper all you want, sub,” L.T. whispered in his ear. “Zane is going to have your cock buried so deep within his mouth, while I get you ready to take me. No one knows about our spot except us. I’m sure other secrets will be shared between lovers tonight, too.”

“Are you aroused, hot rocker boy?” Zane asked Deuce.

“Don’t make me wait anymore, Daddy,” Deuce replied.

Adam turned his head again to see Deuce rubbing his cock, while the entire shaft glistened with pre-cum.

“Dammit, I need to be made love to!” Jamie moaned.

“We will…all of us to each other,” Zane responded. “Damn. Damn. Damn. I cannot believe how aroused I am right now! Adam is right, you are one tight little bitch, James.”

“You said that about me, Adam?” Jamie asked, breathless.

“He did not have to, James. I have heard him making love to you. Next, you are to allow Deuce to touch you.”

“I don’t know—”

“James,” Zane interrupted, “let your husband touch you. I have more than just a ménage planned. Adam is reconnecting to L.T. So, you need to show Deuce what is in your heart, because I see it written all over your face every time you see him.”

“Adam?” Jamie asked.

“Little bitch, do what the doctor asks, he’s only trying to help us.”

Adam saw Deuce moving behind them, as he imagined the tenderness in his hands for Jamie. He could almost feel Deuce’s touch, even though the guitarist’s hands were nowhere on his body. Instead, two of L.T.’s fingers were inside Adam, pumping him gently.

“Zane, there’s a black bag in my nightstand,” L.T. said. “Can you reach it?”

“Adam is blushing, Lemmuel,” Zane said.

“He always flushes when he’s aroused. He’s got this conversation we have, too. I listen while his heart submits to me in high-pitched whimpers.”

“Adam,” Jamie said seductively, “does moan like a bitch.”

“Shut up, bitch!” Adam spoke playfully.

“Candy cane,” L.T. said, “hush and concentrate on Zane’s cock up your ass, and Deuce’s hands on your body.”

“David, you are the man of my dreams, now let James know he is the man of yours,” Zane said.

Adam felt Zane’s lips back around his dick, as he heard the hum of L.T’s prostate massager. He gasped, when he felt the device being inserted inside his anal cavity.

“I love you, sub,” L.T whispered. “Zane’s making you feel good, too. The moaning you hear is Jamie giving his heart to Deuce again. God, that sounds so good!”

“Sweet boy, I love you,” Deuce crooned to Jamie.

“Tell us what Deuce is doing to you, James?” Zane asked.

“His hands are all over my body…including my cock,” Jamie replied.

“We have figured out the physical part of loving as a ménage à cinq, I want us to experience the emotional part of this commitment,” Zane spoke again.

Not only was Zane still rubbing Adam’s sack, but L.T. was checking the smooth area of flesh between his sac and entry. His husband always rubbed his fingers over the skin before penetrating him.

“Sub, you’re more than ready to take me,” L.T. whispered into Adam’s ear.

Zane: “All the qualities the four men I love desire.”

This is then followed with a blurb, excerpt and cover. :)

August Picture Capture! 13 Fantastic Authors Test Their Creativity… #PictureCapture

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 photo 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…

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Grace Ryles – Author Spotlight

Today let’s welcome the fabulous Grace Ryles, author of the recent release Claiming Her Temporary Men [Grand Oak Springs 2].

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It started with an arrangement, temporary, no-strings-attached sex. On a journey to find herself, Emma Daniels never expected to fall into bed with two broody men for a little dominance play. Giving up her dreams of finding the one thing she has always wanted…a family, Emma decides to embark on a month long NSA sex with brothers Ryder and Chase. Emma finds herself falling for the hotties and wanting more, but their scarred past hinders them from giving her what she wants. Chase and Ryder Freeman have sworn off women, apart from one singular exception, sex. Meeting Emma, they never expected for her to stir those old emotions, the ones they kept buried deep inside. Determined not to give into those old feelings, they propose a compromise, one month, no strings attached. Can these three finally overcome the hurt of their past or will they succumb to it? Will Emma finally get what she always wanted by claiming her temporary men?

Want to know where you can get this sexy beast of a book?

Buy Link: http://bookstrand.com/claiming-her-temporary-men

Now let’s read an excerpt:

“Good girl, my sweet little sub.” Chase stroked a hand on the top of her head and she purred in delight. “Still, it won’t prevent you from being punished. We both need for you to remove your clothing and assume the correct position for a sub. Is that understood?” Her pussy gushed at his command and readied itself for his male intrusion. She didn’t know why but when they commanded her, her pussy creamed, dying for them to own her body.

“Yes, Chase. I understand.”

With that she stood and began to remove her clothing. Neither Ryder nor Chase said a word while she undressed. But their eyes spoke volumes. She could see their hungry expression and the pulsating veins of their cocks as they hardened further. Deep purple and red cock heads, glistened with pre-cum, making her mouth water. Taking her time to fold the clothes and gently lay them on the couch, Emma knelt and waited their instruction.

Ryder was so hard he almost said fuck it with the punishment and claimed the crap out of Emma the minute she undressed. He almost regretted the fact that he had to give her the punishing blows, but start as you mean to go was a motto he lived by. Chase didn’t say anything to contradict his edict and therefore it meant his brother was on the same page. Chase’s eyes met his and a silent conversation passed between them.

“Good girl.” Ryder took a seat in the center of the couch and patted his lap. “Come up here and lie across my thighs.” She readily followed his order and gently draped herself over his thighs, placing her ass in the position he needed. Her movements were fluid, her submission given so naturally. Tonight was new for them, they wanted to make it known that they wanted Emma and not just for fun, but for something more serious than they had contemplated in as many years. But even more so tonight was the night they would begin to train her to take his cock and Chase’s in her anus. “You look gorgeous knelt on the floor, waiting for my command,” he spoke as he caressed a hand down the length of her back towards her desirable ass. Emma arched into his touch and pushed her ass into his palm, as his hand passed over her voluptuous globes. His hands continued to skim around the soft flesh, warming it before the blows would start. “Do you remember me saying, one day soon I would take this ass?” He ended the question with a little pop to her right cheek. Emma squirmed. Before she could answer he continued. “Tonight, Chase is going to prepare you after you receive your punishment and if you’re a good girl and take what we give, maybe there will be a reward at the end.” He continued to warm up her skin with small little smacks to each of her cheeks. Just when she started pushing back into his hands, he changed the pressure and smacked down on her right cheek, hard.

“Oh God,” Emma called out.

The sensations of Ryder’s hands skimming and slapping at her bare ass felt wonderful. He never hit the same area twice and spread the warmth to each cheek. Just as soon as he settled on a rhythm, he changed the pressure and the blow landed hard across her cheek. He didn’t pause nor did he deviate, Ryder kept landing blow after blow to her poor backside. After about ten smacks, he paused briefly to gauge how she was feeling and to tell her that she was doing a good job, and that they were just about done. Emma could barely answer, the fire that encompassed her backside hurt, but not over much what she could take. Even though it was painful it didn’t stop Emma’s traitorous body from responding. Her body lay lazed over Ryder’s lap, legs opening slightly so that she was aware of how drenched she was. She reveled in the sensations, her body flying higher than ever before. Several more hits and then Ryder stopped. No longer were his hands delivering the painful blows but massaging in the heat. It gave her a calm sense of assurance. She floated away.

 

 

 

 

 

More about Grace Ryles:

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing ever since I discovered that I can create my own worlds and get lost inside of them. As a young child writing gave me an escape. Not coming from the ‘model home’ environment and living in an area where prejudice against the Hispanic culture was ever present, writing gave me an out, made me forget for a time what my real life was like. My writing has come a long way since then (I hope), and not until recently did I have the courage to put my heart on the line and publish.

Name a few of your favorite authors? Who would you go absolutely “fangirl” over?

This is the hardest question I think anyone has ever asked me. I am a super fan girl and I have hundreds of favorite, will always one-click authors. Before I actually journey to have my first book published, on my spare time I devoured book after book. But in all fairness I am going to name my top 10 authors in no particular order. I love all of these authors equally and I know that no matter what I am going to fall in love with the story.

Heather Rainier

Sophie Oak/Lexi Blake

Shayla Black

Maya Banks

R.K. Lilley

Jenika Snow

Sylvia Day

Sam Crescent

Cherise Sinclair

Cara Covington

What genre do you know you could never enjoy writing?

I am an absolute fan of every kind of romance genre (as long as it possesses an HEA). Historical Romance would be a genre I would not venture into. Not because I don’t think I will enjoy writing historical romance, but because I know I would not be able to do it justice. There is a fine weave when writing Historical Romance, it has to represent both the past and the present in a way readers will enjoy.

Where do your best ideas come from?

My ideas come from all over the place. I could be sitting at a restaurant or reading a book and suddenly a story will pop into my head. I will say that the more formulated ideas happen when I am in the shower. It is a sad truth, but when I was in college, I would hop into a nice hot shower, before sitting down to write my term papers. If you’re wondering if I still do this, yup I do. Just recently a new series idea and characters came and joined me in the shower and hopefully once I am finished with my next WIP, I will be starting that new series journey.

What are you working on now?

Currently, I am working on several projects. The third book to my current series, is taking up most of my time. But I am also working on two others individual series.

Are you a total shut-in when you write? Or do you like to be around people? (Starbucks, etc)

Oh I am a total shut-in. I need to be completely alone for the words to flow. Also I need music flowing through the room. Nothing helps me get into the scene I am writing like a good song.

Give me your list of favorites:

Food? My approach to this question is what food, would I choose if I was abandoned on an island for the rest of my life. If not the choices would be endless. But if I had only one choice for ever it would be my mother’s arroz con gandules, breaded chicken cutlets with a side of avocado salad and maduros.

Music? This is hard, I love all kinds of music. I am a music buff, really, ive won contest with friends and family about my music knowledge. What I can do it narrow it down to my top 3 favorite genres. 1. Bachata/Reggaeton 2. Pop 3. Country. I know what a vast difference in genres.

TV show? Okay these questions are not fair. Again, I will give you my top 3 that are current not past shows. 1. Vampire Diaries 2. The Originals 3. Teen Wolf

Hobby? Alright now this is easy. Reading! Hands down!

Color? I’m a total girl. Pink is my favorite color.

Season? Winter, nothing like a warm fire and a good book. Or even better a shirtless hunk to keep me warm!

Author Spotlight – Tina Donahue

Today I’ve got the wonderful Tina Donahue back talking about her most recent release, Carnal Takeover. This one is a must-read! Get your copy today on Ellora’s Cave.

Rather than just plying with the obligatory blurb and excerpt (both of which you’ll find later in the post) we decided that a character interview was in order. Let’s take a moment to get to know Alexandra, the main female character.

1) Name?

Alexandra: They call me Alexandra Waite.

2) Occupation?

Alexandra: Technically, I’m the manager of an Alaskan energy project for my grandfather, Lucius. Unfortunately, I’m also his whipping boy at times. *sigh*

3) Describe yourself to the readers.

Alexandra: Wish I could say I’m gorgeous and thin. I’m not anywhere near—

Daniel: Bull, bull, bull.

Alexandra (whispering now): You’ll have to forgive Daniel, my guy. He thinks I’m hot.

Daniel: I heard that. And I don’t think it, I know it. You are so going to get it for downing yourself.

Alexandra: Oh yeah? (Whispering now). Daniel likes kink. Well hell, so do I. But to answer your question, I’m five-eight and about a-hundred-and—hmmm, let’s just say I’m curvy and leave it at that. I have long chestnut hair and blue eyes.

Daniel: (shouting in the background) You’re gorgeous!

4) Tell me about a day in the life?

Alexandra: Ha-ha. That would be trying to stay warm. It’s freaking cold up here. I’m in charge of a group of engineers, Daniel included, who work on my grandfather’s energy project. Trust me, it’s no day at the beach.

Daniel: The nights are nice.

Alexandra: Oh yeah.

5) If you were trapped on a desert island and could take only 5 items (other than clothes) what would they be?

Alexandra: Daniel, Twinkies, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, my laptop and water.

6) Give me your list of favorites:

Food? Twinkies

Music? Anything by Kelly Clarkson or Lady Gaga

Hobby? Eating Twinkies

Color? Blue

7) If you’re looking, what qualities would you look for in a mate? If you’re not, humor me anyway. :-D

Alexandra: A guy who likes me exactly as I am, warts and all.

Daniel: (shouting again) You’re gorgeous!

Alexandra: Yep, that’s the kind of guy I want.

Now that we’ve met the characters a little bit, let’s find out what this book is all about, shall we?

During the day, she’s in charge—at night, he’ll take command of her body, their desires…

Dominance and discipline. Alexandra hungers for both from Daniel, the lead engineer on her Alaskan energy project. She imagines him punishing then mounting her while his team watches. Full-figured, Alexandra hasn’t had much luck with guys, especially ones so potently male. To change that, she invites Daniel to teach her submission to his most carnal needs. She also invites his men.

For too long, Daniel’s craved Alexandra’s lush figure and smarts. However, she’s his boss, it’s not wise to mix business with pleasure, and no damn way does he intend to share her. After one lusty night of her submitting to him and his men, Daniel claims Alexandra as his sub. On his terms. No regrets. No strings.

Yeah, right.

Tell that to their hearts.

 

Excerpt

Daniel fingered the hem of her tee. “This comes off now.”

Without waiting for direction, Nat lifted Alexandra’s arms above her head, holding them there. Daniel inched the soft tee past her tummy and the waistband of her boxers, her navel, torso, bra. His cock stirred at the delicate blue color of her lingerie. Dainty lace and flowers embellished the sheer fabric that barely hid her nipples. Her areolas were more of a strawberry tint than a pale pink, much as he’d imagined.

Something inside him shifted, bringing everything into sharper focus, electrifying the moment. He ran his fingers up her creamy torso, so silky and hot his breathing grew strained. Her tummy trembled. She pushed to her toes.

With his hand on her shoulder, Nat eased her back down.

Daniel pulled off her tee and tossed it aside. The swells of her breasts trembled with her small snatches of air. “Keep her still,” he said to Nat.

“You got it.” Again, he held Alexandra’s arms behind her back.

Her skin flushed.

Daniel wasn’t certain if her reaction was from anticipation or embarrassment. If she’d only pretended to be an old hand at this and tonight was her first time at kink.

He should have asked, but didn’t. She knew how to stop what was coming. All she had to do was speak out. If she did, he’d leave her alone even if it killed him.

Until then…

He worked the front clasp of her bra. A whimper poured from Alexandra, followed by her soft moan. She pulled her shoulders forward.

If she’d done that to hide herself, it hadn’t worked, increasing her cleavage instead. Fueling his desire.

With Nat still holding her wrists, Daniel took full advantage. Unclasping her bra, pushing both cups to the sides, exposing her breasts.

Jesus.

She straightened in what might have been surprise, which pushed her boobs closer to Daniel.

He wasn’t about to complain. The warm air in here did nothing to smooth her nipples. They were tight with her arousal. He longed to cup them in his palms, but held back, not wanting to rush this. Alexandra needed to experience her nudity and submission fully.

He spoke to Red and Junior. “Lower her boxers and underwear.” Turning to her, Daniel smiled. “That is, if you wore any.”

The color in her cheeks couldn’t have been higher. Still, she offered a negligent shrug, defiant again as though she needed to prove she was a badass. “I did.”

“Yeah? You won’t have it on for long.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.

With the skill of well-rehearsed porno stars, Red dropped to Alexandra’s right side, Junior to her left.

Nat kissed her neck again.

This time, Alexandra didn’t notice him in the least. Her attention remained riveted to the other men. They slipped their fingers beneath her elastic waistband and dragged the boxers to her mound, then over it, pushing the garment down her thighs. The boxers dropped to the top of her shaggy boots.

Daniel’s throat constricted. Her bikini panties were the same blue as her bra, the fabric as sheer, and showed him something he couldn’t quite believe. Red also stared.

Forgetting himself, Junior whistled.

Alexandra moaned. Nat was back at it, suckling her neck. He had her attention for a split second, until Red pulled on the right side of her panties, Junior the left, lowering them. The fabric clung briefly to her slit, proving how wet she was. It clearly excited the young men and wasn’t doing Daniel’s health any good. If his heart thudded any harder, it’d burst.

Tugging faster, Red and Junior pulled her panties down.

They got the underwear to the middle of Alexandra’s thighs before they stopped at the same time.

Daniel moved closer, no longer able to resist the wonder of what he saw. She had a tat above her mound. Delicate leaves etched into her pale skin along with two tiny butterflies fluttering above them, the design in a stunning blend of blue, white, and black.

That wasn’t the end of it. Her pussy was smooth, nothing but endless skin, the same as the day she’d been born.

Damn. Alexandra Waite was an enigma Daniel hadn’t expected. In all the times he’d seen her on the job, she’d always worn her hair in a braid, no makeup, her clothing no different from his. Who would have guessed it hid these delights?

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Author Spotlight – Kelsie Belle

Today I’ve got Kelsie Belle here, chatting about her new book, The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven. It’s currently available at 10% off until September 2nd. Get your copy here!  I’ve already pre-ordered mine!

 

When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.

Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?

General Excerpt: 

“Myra, hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the nightfall,” she said, and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark outside so, with slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety stairs, fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to be waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.

The scene that met her as she pushed the door open and entered the apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to leave a wide space in the center or the living area. She had used chalk to draw an enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each point of which there was a lit candle, the flame flickering in the slight breeze that entered through the half-opened window. There were bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground beside the peculiar drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and sprinkling some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she noticed Myra standing dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put down the container she was holding and beckoned for the girl to join her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t have time to waste! The time has come for you to meet your destiny.”

“Aunt Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits returned to her. She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old woman had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch The Sound of Music again and then play cards.”

“It is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what I have been preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now, it will soon begin.”

“Take my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she queried cautiously, her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had stopped.

“You are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must bear the Mark first. It will begin with you.”

As much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra didn’t bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better it would be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old woman stood, and upon her instructions, she stepped over the outline of the star and went to stand in its center. Immediately, there was a whiplash of lightning, followed by a horrific roar of thunder, causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had that come from? It had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds anywhere.

Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her skin with an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole. A tortured cry tore from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms flying to the point of the pain as if she could make it stop by wiping it away.

“Yes, it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She hobbled closer to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck.

“Let go, Myra. Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”

Then the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the open window with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared loudly in her ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t only remain lit, but they seemed to be burning even brighter still. Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly noticed that inside each flame, there was the face of a different woman staring back at her. She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her shoulder restrained her.

“Do not fear, my child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured her, and reluctantly Myra remained kneeling as the faces in the candles’ flames began to chant together. The words were in a language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for her to understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what they were saying.

One of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the power to see. Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster and the other that cures.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind stopped. The pain at the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from the candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was. Myra jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she turned to face Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before bending to retrieve the black book from the floor. When she straightened again, she handed it to Myra and then pulled her in for a tight hug. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she whispered affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to prepare you the best way I could.”

Myra pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt, her eyes darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face. “Aunt Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What just happened?”

“You finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied, smiling gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great White Witch of Castallantra.”

Myra promptly fainted.

Adult Excerpt

“Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been experiencing.

“No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head moving from between her legs.

He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”

She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a whore after all!

He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.

“So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting even more still.

“Please…please, I-I’m so…God, don’t make me beg.” Hot tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?

“You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom. Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch by glorious inch.

“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.

“Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”

“Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her pussy clench and flutter.

“Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.

“That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”

 

About Kelsie Belle

Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.

She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her three book paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.

Contact Kelsie here:

Twitter: @mskelsiebelle

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kelsiebelleplaying

Website: http://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com

Email: kelsie.belle@yahoo.com

Author Spotlight – Tina Donahue

Once again, I’ve got the lovely Tina Donahue back on my blog. This time she’s talking about the Brought to His Knees boxed set which looks SUPER steamy. 

 

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Blurb for Brought to His Knees boxed set:

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

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Blurb:

She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

 

Excerpt:

 

Shaking off her uncertainty, Mercy pulled a plate from beneath the counter. On it was her gift to Travis and Dutch. Treats she always offered them when they came here.

 

Travis reached the counter first, his long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Lipton’s Iced Tea and three packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

 

Mercy’s mouth went dry. She imagined his hands on her, the pads of his thumbs dragging over her nipples, sending a thrum of delight through her body.

 

She managed a wobbly smile. He produced an interested grin, making a dimple in his beard-shadowed cheek. Her belly fluttered and her heart sank. His attention was on the plate she’d set out, not her.

 

“Hey,” she murmured, soft and warm.

 

His gaze flicked up. A flash of heat burned in his dreamy eyes before it faded beneath what appeared to be confusion. As though he hadn’t expected that sultry greeting to have come from her. “Hey.”

 

His voice was so fucking deep and rough, Mercy had difficulty breathing. Jill made a noise that sounded too turned on. Mercy kicked her friend’s running shoe; an order for her to beat it.

 

Jill pivoted and hurried off, her narrow shoulders drawn to her skinny body, her blonde ponytail bouncing over her thin neck.

 

“Want one?” Mercy breathed to Travis. She stroked the lip of the plate with the same care she would his balls and cock. If he’d only let her.

 

Travis studied her breasts as though he’d never noticed them before, which he hadn’t. Given the unusual summer heat, the air conditioning had kicked on, making it nicely chilly in here. The cold air had pebbled Mercy’s nipples against her stretchy cotton tee. When she’d seen him and Dutch pull up, she’d ditched her shapeless Fast Fill jacket.

 

Travis’s sexy smile said he appreciated her boobs.

 

Mercy pulled back her shoulders to give him an even better look at her chest.

 

Joining them, Dutch dropped packs of M&M’s and Lay’s potato chips on the counter. “What’s this?” He regarded the plate.

 

Travis dragged his attention back to the gourmet cupcakes. Mercy had baked them this morning, hoping he and Dutch would show up as they usually did on Sunday afternoons. Their only time off.

 

“Breakfast and dessert,” she cooed.

 

Travis lifted one dark eyebrow. Dutch had finally discovered her tight-as-hell nipples and remained riveted on them. “Huh?”

 

Mercy’s skin prickled with excitement and more than a little lust. “Technically, they’re bacon and banana cupcakes, with maple, peanut butter, and bacon topping.”

 

She ran her finger over the edge of one then offered a taste of the frosting to both men. Eager to know who’d lick her first. “Try it. It’s as good as the other stuff I’ve given you.”

 

They reached for her at the same time, their hands bumping each other. Dutch curled his fingers around her wrist. Before he could lift her hand, Travis drew Mercy’s finger between his lips.

 

She blinked wildly. Her pulse pounded out of control at the wet heat of his mouth and Dutch running his thumb over her wrist. Travis suckled gently, swirling his tongue around Mercy’s nail, driving her crazy with need.

 

“Hmm.” His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.

 

She fought an insane urge to lick it and his bristly throat.

 

“You should try this,” he said to Dutch.

 

“I was about to.” He twisted his mouth at her finger still damp from Travis’s awesome tongue. Dutch kept stroking her skin, until he seemed to realize what he was doing. After releasing her, he grabbed a cupcake and devoured half of it in one bite. Frosting clung to the corners of his mouth.

 

Mesmerized, Mercy watched him chew.

 

He swallowed. “Fuck—I mean, damn, this is good. Even better than the other ones you’ve made.”

 

Travis nodded as he gobbled his cupcake. Another strand of hair swayed forward, grazing his unshaven cheek.

 

Sex radiated from them, weakening every part of Mercy’s body, making her reckless and bold.

 

“I have a proposition,” she whispered.

 

Dutch’s chews slowed. Travis forced down a swallow and frowned. “What? Didn’t hear that.”

 

She spoke louder. “A proposition. I have one.”