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WIP Wednesday!

By virtue of the day of week and that I had a bit that I wanted to share with you about my newest work in progress, I’ve hereby named today WIP Wednesday!

Over the last few weeks, life has been.. how you say.. tumultuous?  We had some summer visitors, I just finished this semester of school, I’ve been working like a BEAST promoting Unexpectedly Yours and .. there’s a possible move on the horizon. A *HUGE* move.  More on this as details emerge.

As a result, I’ve gotten little to no writing done lately. Soon.. once my eye stops stress twitching, I’ll get back to it. I swear.

My famous and beautiful inspirations for Taryn Michaels and Evan Connolly.

Fair warning. This is very not safe for work:

He pulled back on a ragged breath and said, “It’s the same for me, Princess. Exactly the same.”

Taryn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as he accelerated the vehicle. She so turned on that she almost found it hard to breath. Eventually she said, “This is seriously the longest car ride ever.”

“The things I’m going to do to you when we get home,” he said, promise in his voice.

Her breathing still shallow, she managed to say, “Tell me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

He groaned and reached over to take her hand. Pressing it to his groin, he said, “First, I’m going to spank your ass for making me want you this fucking badly. Do you feel what you do to me?”

She cupped his arousal and gently squeezed him through his jeans as she asked, “Oh really? A spanking?”

“Yes. A spanking,” he bit out, groaning as she continued to massage him.

“Not sure how I feel about that.”

He stilled her hand and moved it to his thigh. He shot her a quick glance as he merged on to the freeway then gave a casual shrug as he said, “We can forgo the spanking if you want. If the thought of being bent across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm on your bare ass as I play with your pussy does nothing for you, then .. it just does nothing for you.”

She moaned quietly. He knew exactly what it did for her. She had no idea how he knew these things about her before she even knew them about herself. She said, “Actually, I think I might enjoy that.”

Author Spotlight – Elle Boon

Today I’ve got the lovely Elle Boon talking about her recent release, Jaklyn’s Saviors. It’s the third installment in her Ravens of War series. This entire series has been scorching so far, and this newest book is no exception! It can be purchased here.

 

The Blurb:

Jaklyn Marx learned at a young age what pain was at the hands of her father. For seventeen years she’d lived with the physical scars, and the knowledge that she was a latent wolf. When she meets two men who claimed she was meant to be theirs, she ran.

Gray and Colt had been searching for their Fated for thousands of years. When she ran they were prepared to do anything to find her and keep her, even call on a goddess for help.

Just when the trio finds happiness a demon from their past threatens to destroy them. Jaklyn refuses to allow her father to take anything else, especially her newfound love for the two men who save her past, present, and future. 

They will need more than just love to defeat Seamus and his tainted pack. They’ll need the help of all the Ravens and a god or two in order to destroy something Cronus created.

General Excerpt:

Colt thought back to the first time he’d seen Jaklyn. She’d been posing as a follower of Cronus, and had helped free Selena, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and now the wife of Max and Malcolm King, from the mystical chains. Colt remembered jealousy unlike any he’d ever felt at the closeness between Jaklyn, and the two morons she was with. He’d wanted to kill Abe and Link Adams, until she’d explained they were like brothers to her. Once he’d looked into her mind and saw the truth, he and Gray were able to let them live.

“Other than she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever saw? No.” Colt looked at Blade, and then at Uri. Both men had smug looks on their faces. He completely understood Gray’s need to punch the other men.

“She, along with those two morons she calls friends, are shifters. Well, she isn’t a full blood, but there’s shifter blood in her.”

Gray and he probably looked like fools with their eyes bugging out, but Colt hadn’t noticed anything of the sort. “How do you know?”

“Man, if you couldn’t tell it, I’m not going to explain. Trust me, the next time you are in her presence, just focus on something other than getting inside her.” Uri held up his hand. “I clearly wasn’t focused on doing the horizontal with her, like you two. You’re welcome.”

Gray rolled his eyes, leaning down to offer Blade a lift up.

“That was your one free shot. The next will be an all-out brawl, you got me?” Blade’s smile was brief. Colt didn’t blame the man.

“Sorry, man. You can hit me twice. Go ahead.” Gray turned his head to the side.

Blade and Uri both chuckled, which was never a good thing when they got together and plotted against someone, and in this case it was Gray and him. Both Blade and Uri wore their hair in long dread locks, but where Blades hair was white blonde, Uri’s was dark brown almost black. The two men sported matching tribal tattoos on opposite arms. Colt swore they were meant to be twins.

Instead of hitting Gray in the jaw, he held his fist out. Gray and Uri bumped fist, and then Uri and he did, too. Colt shook his head. He walked over to shake hands with the other men.

“Thank you for the information. Do you have any other helpful hints on where she may have gone?” Colt hated having to ask, but would do anything if it meant finding the woman he knew was their Fated.

“Wish I did,” Uri answered.

Colt nodded and watched both men dematerialize.

“So we do this the old-fashioned way?” Gray asked.

“How’s that?” Colt couldn’t imagine what his best friend was talking about.

“The Internet, of course.” Gray pulled his smart phone out, and was scrolling through it as he spoke.

After a few minutes of listening to Gray grunt, or curse, Colt looked over his friends shoulder to see the small screen. There were so many Marx listed, it would take them forever to go through them all, and no Jaklyn’s to narrow down the search.

“Let’s go to the penthouse at the King Towers. Maybe Selena can help us pinpoint her location.” Colt flashed out of the Sprint Center with Gray right behind him.

He wasn’t ready to concede defeat.

They’d been searching for the one woman to complete them for thousands of years. Of course he’d assumed his woman would be his, and not one he’d share with another man, but Gray wasn’t just another man. He was his best friend and partner since the beginning of the Ravens. When they’d began training to defeat Cronus, they’d split up into teams of two. Max and Malcolm were the leaders, but each man was equal in strength, they just had different powers gifted to them from the gods, or goddesses who’d created them.

Colt had been drawn to Gray, just as all the other Ravens had felt an instinctual pull to one of the other men. He’d give his life for any of his fellow warriors, would drop anything if one of his friends needed him without question, but Gray was like a brother to him. Seeing Max and Malcolm bond with their Fated, he’d assumed it was due to their twin connection. He had to change his assumption when Rafe and Vin found the same with Tamara, and then when he and Gray both connected with Jaklyn.

Now, he welcomed the thought of sharing his Fated with his best friend. The love and commitment he’d witnessed between the other Ravens and their women, was exactly what he wanted.

They needed to find the missing piece to their souls.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Colt trailed kisses down her jaw, nipping her neck in a way that made her groan in pleasure. His talented mouth opened wide over first one nipple and then the next. She sifted her fingers through his soft hair, holding him in place when he went to move away. He blew a hot breath over the breast he was suckling, making her toes curl.

Another set of hands began touching her. They straightened her feet and spread her legs wider. She wasn’t sure when Colt had moved to the side to make room for Gray, and she wondered how many times they’d done this with countless other women.

Gray tapped her mound. “There were no other women who meant anything to either of us. We have always respected women, but none were you.”

Colt leaned into her without hesitation. “What Gray is saying, very badly, I might add, is we’ve searched for our Fated forever. Until Max and Malcolm found Selena, we’d all given up hope there truly was such a thing. It’s not the same with humans. But for us Ravens, we know when the one woman who is meant for us is found. For us that’s you. We know this is new to you, and we will give you all the time you need to decide if you can live with us. Just don’t ask us to deny what we know is true. Every time we look at you we see a golden light. It’s how we know when we’ve found our one.”

Gray’s kiss was a little more delicate, but no less passionate. There was a deep yearning that they were filling inside her. One she had no clue was there until it was being filled.

Four hands were touching her, two mouths kissing and nibbling, making her body oversensitized. She ran her hands over the well-sculpted muscles of Gray’s chest, enjoying learning the differences in each of her men’s bodies. Colt was leaner, but no less sculpted, while Gray was much bulkier.

They both were physically perfect and utterly gorgeous specimens of maleness.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Gray asked, and then gripped both her hands in one of his.

“Hey! I was touching you.”

A wicked glint lit his hazel eyes. “I know, but now you can’t. Now, you just feel.”

Jaklyn tugged on her wrists, finding them wrapped in the softest binding attached to the headboard. That was when she realized she was no longer facing the foot of the bed. “How the hell did you do that?”

From between her spread thighs, Colt chuckled. “It’s magic, baby.”

“Damn it! That’s not fair.” Jaklyn’s moan burst out.

“If you want us to let you go we will.” Gray levered up on one elbow.

Jaklyn parted her lips. Gray’s face was so close, his fist clenched and he was looking so kissable. “Show me what you had in mind.”

“You understand that you are not just one of ours, but both Gray’s and mine, right?” Colt asked, his breath feathering over her drenched sex with every word.

She nodded, thrusting her hips to bring her pelvis closer to Colt’s face. He chuckled but didn’t give her what she needed, the damn man, instead he spread her legs a little wider.

“Gray, I think our woman is a little impatient. Look how wet she is.” He parted her lower lips.

Jaklyn watched Gray lick his lips. She wished one of the men would put their tongue on her. He faced her. “Do you want Colt to lick you, love?”

“Yes,” she said in a rush. “But only if he wants to.”

Colt laughed. “Oh, I want to more than a starving man wants his next meal baby. While I’m eating you, I want you to suck Gray’s cock.”

Her heart slammed in her chest. She wanted to make both men come. No, scratch that, she needed all three of them to come. She needed, on some elemental level to make both men lose control, so that they were all three on an even keel.

And at this very second, her job was to make one very horny Gray come.

At the dominating and ravenous look in Colt’s eyes, if she didn’t do it soon he wouldn’t be making her come either. His stare held hers, promising her pleasure.

It wasn’t until she felt a smack to the top of her pussy she realized that Gray was getting impatient. Her eyes flew to his to find he was holding his dick in his left hand, while his right was rubbing the sting from the tap he’d just given her.

Gloriously wicked pleasure shot though her.

“Open wide and suck his dick, Jaklyn.”

 

Author Spotlight – Julie Shelton

Today I’ve got the pleasure of hosting Julie Shelton, author of Keeping Sarah. She’s provided me with all sorts of fun details about the book. A character interview, a scorching excerpt and some details on herself. Take a look below for a sneak peek!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can purchase it here today!!

Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road. Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.

Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life. They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered at the club for a slave auction being held the following night. Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.

Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional and physical commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their lives. Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.

KEEPING SARAH ADULT EXCERPT

Then Jesse turned to Sarah. Bending down, he put his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor. Turning her in his arms, he unhooked the garters, then unlaced the corset, letting it fall to the silk carpet. As soon as the beautiful, but restrictive garment fell away from her, Sarah took the first deep breath she’d had in hours. “Step out of your shoes, baby,” he crooned, rolling down her stockings and removing them one foot at a time. “Now bend over and grab your ankles. I owe you a spanking.”

With a whimper, she assumed the undignified position, her second of the night, wrapping her fingers around her ankles while he got on his knees behind her to remove the vibrators from her pussy and ass. Dropping the toys on top of the crumpled corset, he palmed her ass cheeks, his flexing fingers making deep indentations in her sweet flesh. “Spread your legs, baby, or you’re gonna fall over.” A smile curved his lips upward as she slid her feet outward. God, I love this ass! He slapped her sharply, the sound and her subsequent cry loud in the quiet room. “Count,” was all he said, transfixed by the erotic sight of his handprint blooming on her skin, first white, then red.

“Y-yes, Master. O-one.”

“How many have you earned tonight, slave?”

“Ten, Master.” Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her position.

“There will be no warm-up, so I’ll make them quick. Count them all.” In rapid succession, he delivered ten blistering swats to her backside and by the time she counted the last one, her ass was fiery red and she was sobbing in pain.

Crap, that hurt! And yet, it felt so good. So damn good. The heat from her ass seemed to be having an effect on her clit, as if the two were connected by wires pulsing and crackling with electricity. Her sobs turned into moans as he stroked and kneaded the heat more deeply into her flesh, sending it straight to her pussy until her clit felt like it was on fire.

Still gripping her ass cheeks, he lowered his head, slanting it sideways to flick the tip of his tongue across her throbbing little nub. She jerked and cried out as pleasure consumed her. Then he straightened, pulling her up after him, and steered her toward the bed. If Adam was in sub-space, then Sarah was right there with him, lost and drifting and needing Jesse’s loving care. It was now his duty and responsibility to love them and keep them safe and give them the pleasure they had both earned and richly deserved.

“Climb up, baby,” he said, assisting her up onto the bed. “On your hands and knees above Adam, pussy over his face, head over his cock.” As he was talking, he, too, was getting on the bed, crawling across its enormous expanse toward Adam’s feet. “Legs apart,” he ordered and Adam slid his feet across the silky sheets. “Prepare Sarah.”

At the quiet command, Sarah’s core convulsed again, sending out another gush of fresh cream. God, she was so ready to come! She had been so highly aroused for so long, now that it was finally going to happen, it was all she could focus on. Without warning, Adam reached up and stroked his fingers through her slit, from front to back before thrusting two fingers deep inside her sheath hovering so tantalizingly above his head. He pressed his thumb against her puckered anal opening, pushing insistently, until the muscle relaxed and sucked it in. Sarah stopped breathing. With wicked skill, he thrust in and out of both her anus and vagina, pinching the membrane between his thumb and fingers as he stroked, quickly re-stoking the fires of need in her sex, burning just beneath the surface. A thin, high wail escaped her lips as pleasure devoured her.

“Christ, Jess,” Adam muttered over the wet, sucking noises his fingers were making as he pumped them in and out of Sarah’s sheath, “you should see what I’m seeing. Our little slave has the most succulent pussy in the world. And it’s dripping all over the place.”

“Sarah,” Jesse ordered, “Take Adam into your mouth.”

EDITOR’S COMMENTS ON KEEPING SARAH



“I heartily enjoyed this book. It’s truly an erotic BDSM ménage epic, and it’s extremely well written. The locations are sweeping and exotic, the food is lusciously described, the sex scenes are plentiful and romantic and delightfully perverse. Pacing is breezy throughout, even though this is a fairly long novel, and the suspense plot keeps the reader wanting more. It’s excellent that the menage relationship features a lot of hot M/M scenes between Jesse and Adam, not to mention the pegging by Sarah. I can’t compliment Keeping Sarah highly enough.

Special mention should be made of the Sybian competition and slave auction scenes. These were both highly unique, beautifully written, disturbing, and felt like Sadean ceremonies. The Sybian competition had an exuberance and weirdness about it that was both comical and surreal. It showed great imagination. The slave auction was nightmarish—imagining this secret organization existing was very frightening. The poetic details were what really made it—the fact that the boy being auctioned was chubby and albino, the disturbing concept of “pony girls,” and the appearance of the sinister Mistress Diabolica. I loved it.”

CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER

1. Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation?

My name is Jesse Colter. I’m 32, a former SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, the small, sleepy town I grew up in. My childhood basically sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used me for his punchin’ bag—until I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he pretty much steered clear of me after that. I never knew my Native American mother. She disappeared before I was outta diapers. My father always claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her one night in a drunken rage and disposed of her body. I came to my author’s attention the day I rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from fallin’ out of a tree. Actually, that’s not quite true. I came to her attention long before that. She just had to think about me for a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who rescued Sarah. She wanted us to have a happy ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to us. (Lol)

2. What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?

Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love. I met her the summer she was 13. I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up. I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground. Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me! I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me. She was this amazin’ combination of child and adult. She grew up rich, but her childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten. Just ignored. Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and nannies. She was the first person who treated me like I really mattered, you know? The first person who ever really listened to me. She actually valued my opinion! She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite books just so she could have someone to discuss them with. She turned me into an avid reader, for which I’ll always be grateful.

When I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty and had filled out. Boy, had she filled out! God, she was so gorgeous and I knew I was in trouble. When I was at work, I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her. But I was bad news. Six years older than her, a biker, and a Dom. And even though I suspected she was a natural submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin her life. After all, she was rich, the daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats, while I was the bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town drunk. At that point, my life was a steamin’ pile of crap. What kind of a future could I possibly give her?

I didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every night in my dreams. I tried to stay away from her, but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a truck and goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me. Boy, were they pissed! Then, three years later, my cousin overheard a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth birthday party and havin’ some “fun.” The minute he told me I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to try and stop ’em. I managed to keep the one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly did. I left town that night. Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to the only person who’d ever really mattered to me. I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found myself the next mornin’ standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the Navy recruitment office. I enlisted that day. I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy, but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did, with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long years. It was a crappy thing to do because it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us. Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life makin’ it up to her. Because now that I have her, I can’t imagine ever livin’ without her.

3. What’s your greatest fear?

My greatest fear is losin’ Sarah. I already lost her once, that night I left town. It took me eight year to admit how much I needed her, and how wrong I’d been to leave her. I nearly lost her again when I introduced her to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and we told her we wanted to share her in a D/s menage relationship. Adam was already in love with her just from hearin’ me talk about her while we were servin’ with the SEALs over in Afghanistan. But I needn’t have worried. As soon as they met each other, the attraction was instantaneous. It was like…completin’ the circle. Then I almost lost her when her ex-fiance tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of her money. Fortunately we got to her in time. But the absolute worst was a few months ago, when that SOB who’d nearly raped her got out of prison. He kidnapped her and sold her to Viktor Sokolov, an international slave trafficker. They nearly got away with it, too. Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her in time to stop Sokolov from flyin’ her out of the country and beyond our reach. In our latest adventure, Keeping Sarah, we are surrounded by danger.

4. What’s your motto in life?

No secrets. There must be open, honest communication at all times about everything. It’s the only way a D/s relationship, especially a menage, can survive and flourish.

5. How do the other characters in your book view you?

My best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle and integrity. We love and admire each other as friends, brothers, and finally, in Keeping Sarah, as lovers. It’s a development I’m not sure I’m ready for, even though I know the feelin’s between us have been developin’ for a long time. But Adam can be very persuasive, and knows exactly which buttons to push, although he and Sarah practically have to stage an intervention to get me over the final hurdle. Sarah, the love of my life, sees me as macho, bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying. Oops, I forgot sexy (lol). She also sees me as one of the two men who love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her from harm. The bad guys view me as their worst nightmare.

6. What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?

I’m sexy as hell (lol). No, really. I am. I love fiercely and forever, and will fight to the death to protect those I cherish. I don’t suffer fools lightly and I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any women. Women are to be loved, revered, protected and treasured. With a few spankings, a little harmless torture and lots of orgasms thrown in just to spice things up a bit. I am, after all, a Dom. [Grins]

7. What was your happiest moment?

The first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up at me, beggin’ me to let her come…I knew I had found my joy. I knew I would spend the rest of my life wantin’ to make her scream with pleasure.

8. What trait in others do you find most deplorable?

Dishonesty and lack of respect.

9. What is your favorite time of day?

First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I wake up with Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious. We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much we adore her.

Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to us. We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW WITH JULIE SHELTON 2014

Can you tell us a little about your new book that just came out on August 7th?

Keeping Sarah is my third contemporary BDSM ménage romance for Siren Publishers. It is the third and final installment in the series which began with Loving Sarah, published in 2012, and its sequel, Owning Sarah, published last September. By the time I finished writing Loving Sarah, it was clear to me that I had enough material for more than one book, hence the sequel, Owning Sarah. Both are MFM ménages. But even though Owning Sarah ended with Sarah, Jesse and Adam’s wedding and their happy ending, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three characters. I couldn’t help but feel that Jesse and Adam needed to explore the feelings they were developing for each other as well as for their beloved wife, Sarah. So, Keeping Sarah was born. But this is Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair and nothing comes easy for them. So, in addition to telling Jesse and Adam’s evolving love story, Keeping Sarah is also a harrowing thrill ride of deadly car chases, Albanian blood feuds, a sex slave auction, murder, betrayal, and gut-wrenching intrigue.

Please tell us how the idea came to you for Jesse Colter, your main hero. Be sure to include all the fun details.

It started with his name. Jesse Colter. It was the perfect name for a Dominant, alpha hero. I spent months thinking about him and coming up with a compelling back-story for him.

Abandoned by his Native American mother, neglected and abused by his alcoholic bully of a father, Jesse is embittered, angry and going nowhere fast. At age nineteen, he takes a summer job as part-time gardener at the Marshall estate and meets thirteen-year-old Sarah Marshall. To a hardened biker and sexual Dominant, Sarah Marshall is like some fey, magical creature from another world, and he is enchanted by her. For the first time in his life, Jesse has someone who thinks he’s wonderful. Someone who listens to him and values his opinion. Someone who makes him laugh and who cares for him. Sarah Marshall quickly becomes someone precious to him. Someone to treasure and protect. Someone to love. At first he loves her as an adult loves a child.

But as Sarah grows into a beautiful, voluptuous young woman who makes no effort to hide her growing love for him, Jesse is terrified that his carnal feelings for her and his Dominant nature will end up destroying the one thing he treasures most—Sarah Marshall. So he leaves their small town of Marshall’s Creek and joins the Navy, becoming a SEAL. Eight years of grueling training and dangerous missions give him a sense of identity and self-worth. He realizes that he is a man of honor and integrity and is finally able to admit to himself that he needs Sarah in order to make him complete. Determined to do whatever it takes to win her trust and her love, he returns to Marshall’s Creek. That’s where their love story begins in Loving Sarah. It continues in Owning Sarah, and finishes with a bang in Keeping Sarah.

What influenced you to send your first book to a publisher? How long did it take?

I spent four years writing, editing, polishing, re-writing Loving Sarah. It was a never-ending cycle. Then I lost it. Completely wiped it out of my computer. I was devastated. The thought of having to recreate an entire 400-page novel from scratch was so daunting, I fell into a deep depression. Then around four months after I lost it, I had to print something and that’s when I discovered that the entire novel, minus the last 15 pages, was still in the print queue. I was elated! And I knew that I had to send it off to a publisher immediately, before my ignorance of computers caused something else to happen to it. Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to, mainly because they published a lot of my favorite authors. Around three weeks after I sent it to them, they emailed me and asked me to make a few changes. I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes. They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.

Could you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?

Sure. LoraLeighMayaBanksCheriseSinclairSophieOakLisaMarieRiceLaurenDaneJoeyWHillLeahBrookeEdenBradleyKristenAshleyLexiBlakeShaylaBlackFionaArcherLyndaAicher—and that’s just her first name! My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.

Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?

When I put music on, it’s to listen to it, so I usually find it distracting when I’m writing because I want to sing or hum along with it. It’s hard to write when you’re bopping around in your chair, singing at the top of your lungs, lol

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

Good grief, there’s no way I could pick just one! Go to the list above, close your eyes and point. I’ll go with her.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

Years ago I was watching the movie, Becket (with Richard Burton and Peter o’Toole). In one scene there was a minor female character dressed in a blue gown. I was finishing my BA in French at the time and doing extensive research on life in a thirteenth-century French castle.

Well, the minute I saw that gown, an entire romance novel sprang into my mind. I couldn’t write it down fast enough. And since I was taking all my research notes on 3 x 5 index cards, that’s what I wrote the novel on. I wound up with two shoeboxes full of index cards, one with all my research notes, the second with my novel. Last year I transcribed the entire book onto my computer and that became Dark Warrior, my third book for Siren, published in January of this year.

What are you working on now?

Oh, I am so glad you asked that! I am nearly half-way through with Passion’s Dream, the first book in my new Passion Lake series. It’s a series of books about a bunch of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies, all characters in the three Sarah books, who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek and turn it into a profitable tourist attraction. Passion’s Dream is about Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, who is hired to protect Leah Stanhope, a woman with whom he had a brief encounter three years ago on a California beach. When their location is compromised, he brings her to his ranch in Passion Lake, where he has plenty of friends who are willing to help keep her safe while he devotes himself to proving that he wants and needs her in his life. Permanently.

Look for Passion’s Dream, Passion’s Fury, and Passion’s Hope, the first three exciting books in the Passion Lake series, at the beginning of 2015.

Below is a brief excerpt from Passion’s Dream.

Unperturbed by her anger, he reached out and placed his fingertips against her cheek.

She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.

Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation. The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her bikini top. When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material. When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.

“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”

“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top downward and outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”

She should have pushed him away. She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Instead, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.

Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he lifted his other hand to shape the back of her head, his long fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Set you on fire?” The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them. “Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father? Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this”—and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.

Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late. The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming. Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him. The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the thin strip of fabric that was her bikini bottom. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock. She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.

Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up. They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.

Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs. Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat. Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still. She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for Kidstuff, a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource. She has also written other resource materials for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers.

Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex.

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Thanks so much for stopping by and telling us a bit about your new release! Happy Book Birthday!

Author Spotlight – Rhiannon Ayers

Today I’ve got the pleasure of hosting Ms. Rhiannon Ayers who’s going to tell us a bit about her most recent release, Angel Without. 

 

   

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When Amber Whitman’s fiance suddenly turns violent, she flees back home—only to be told she has no choice but to marry the bastard. Refusing to live her life as an abused woman, Amber takes off in the dead of night. But now she’s out of money, out of options, and out of ideas. She has no place to turn…or does she?

All these years, Amber thought her beloved adopted brother, Allen, was dead. When she discovers he’s not only alive, but living in the same city, she runs to him for help. Fortunately, Allen and his lovers have a plan to keep Amber safe. Allen brings his little sister to stay with Maddox Henley, a Dom with a dark past, and Riley Jones, an ex-soldier with a dark secret. Together, these two strapping construction workers have the balls and ability to keep a young woman safe from all outside threats.

But can they keep her safe from the threat they pose to her heart?

 

 

And now a few excerpts.. one of which is VERY not safe for work, kids.

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Maddox?”

He ran his palm down her hair, cupping the back of her head as he looked down into those impossibly blue eyes. “Angel?”

“Are you…upset with me?”

“Upset? Of course not! Why on earth would you think that?”

She bit her lip, looking away. “You’re shaking. And you haven’t spoken since…since I said…”

“Oh, angel,” Maddox said with a tired sigh. He cupped her face, kissed her gently. “I’m not upset with you. I promise. I’m just overwhelmed, okay? I’m honored that you’ve chosen to trust me with your secrets tonight. I’m humbled that you would want to get to know me, despite being afraid of me. And I’m nervous, because I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want to betray your trust or cause you one millisecond of pain. And I’m terrified that I’ll do or say something wrong, and I’ll lose my chance to be with the most mesmerizing, awe-inspiring, breathtaking woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

Her jaw dropped. “You…you think all that? Ab–b–bout me?”

Maddox nodded, expression solemn. “Yes, I do. You don’t even know how strong you are, do you? You amaze me, Amber. You’ve been through so much. Other people would have been broken by what you’ve gone through. But you’re still this wonderful, sweet, loving young woman who makes me want to shield you from the rest of the world for the rest of my life. I can’t even begin to express how much tonight means to me.”

Two tears spilled over her cheeks. Maddox leaned down, kissed both of them away tenderly. “I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t ever want you to think I’m just in this for a wild night between the sheets. Nothing could be further from the truth. I will still teach you about the D/s lifestyle if that is your wish, but I won’t do it as your Dom.” He paused significantly.

“I want to do it as your boyfriend. If you’ll have me. If you’ll let me court you, let me show you what a true D/s relationship looks like, inside and outside the bedroom. I wantyou, Amber. You. Not just the submissive. All of you.”

Amber’s mouth worked, but no sound came out at first. After a few tries, she managed to gasp out, “I…I don’t know what to say.”

He gave her a soft smile, caressed her cheek. “You don’t have to say anything, angel. Not one thing. I’m here for you, now and forever, for as long as you want me to be a part of your life. Your decision. Your choice. Just know I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

Amber sat staring at him in utter silence for a long, tense moment. Then she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. Maddox wrapped her up as tightly as he dared, noting how she still tensed whenever she felt his strength surrounding her. Christ, she was going to kill him with her fear. He wanted her to feel sheltered by his strength, not frightened by it. He had to convince her that he would never use his size against her, never overpower her in the name of getting what he wanted. She needed to know, to understand down to the marrow of her bones, that everything he did, everything he was, was meant to keep her safe.

But the only sure way to do that was to let her see how he used his strength on another sub, so she could witness for herself the way Maddox handled one. And that meant he needed Riley, ready, willing, and eager to join both of them in bed.

Maddox suppressed a shiver and glanced out the patio doors—and there, on the far side of the yard, watching them with so much hunger in his eyes Maddox could feel it like a gnawing in his own gut, stood Riley.

Perfect timing.

Smiling, Maddox leaned down and whispered next to her ear. “Don’t look, don’t be alarmed. We have an audience. Riley is watching us.”

She tensed, but otherwise made no move. “Is he…is he mad?”

Maddox laughed. “Mad? Why on earth would he be mad?”

Amber looked up at him through her lashes, concern evident in her small frown. “Won’t he be jealous? I mean, if he wants you for himself…”

“Envious, angel. Not jealous. I have no doubt he wants you, too. Seeing both of us together…well, let’s just say that’s a fantasy come to life for guys like me and him. Right now, he’s thinking about the possibilities, trust me. Wondering if he can bring himself to be with a man as well as a woman.

“That is, if he truly does want me.” Maddox tried to look pensive, his intent to make her jump to his defense. “I don’t really know how he feels. I certainly want him. But he’s straight, Amber. Straight men do not, as a rule, want other men. I could be projecting my desire onto him, seeing something I want to see instead of what is truly there.”

“That’s not what you said earlier,” she accused, eyes sparkling. “Why don’t you go after him? What are you waiting for?”

He caressed her jaw, letting just a little of the lust he was feeling overwhelm his expression. “You think I should? Is that what you want? To see me and Riley together?”

Amber let out a sexy little groan, her pupils dilating as she licked her lips. “Oh, fuck, yes. Are you kidding me? I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

He chuckled. “Are you, now? Hmm, I’ll have to think about this for a moment.” Inwardly, he was doing a victory dance, hearing the way her self-consciousness melted the moment she realized Maddox’s focus was on Riley instead of her. In that instant, she became a passionate, eager young woman, determined to help him fulfill his fantasy.

Christ God in heaven, he wanted to see her react that way when it came to her own sexual gratification. All in good time—if he could pull this first step off, that is.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Maddox backed off the bed, reaching for his belt as he stood straight, never taking his eyes from her naked body. He dropped his pants and shorts at the same time, and Amber sucked in a sharp breath as she watched the way his enormous cock bobbed free and reached for his belly button. God in heaven, the man was hung. The lazy spiral of lust in her lower abdomen turned into an outright maelstrom, just from imagining that huge shaft sinking into her tunnel. She let loose a needy groan, watching as he pulled a condom packet from his bedside table, tore it open with his teeth, and smoothed it over his length.

Maddox stalked over her once more, kneeling between her splayed thighs as he claimed her lips in another open-mouthed kiss. He still kept his weight off her, but now she could feel even more of that delicious heat pouring off him, soaking into her like rays from a noonday sun. Resting his right forearm beside her shoulder, he ran his free hand down the length of her body, palming her breasts briefly before making a beeline for her pussy. Amber gasped into that hot mouth as his fingers swiped through her honey, making her hips shake convulsively. Maddox rumbled appreciatively, did it again just to make her quiver even harder. Then, without missing a beat, he slipped two digits deep into her core and started finger-fucking her, hard and fast.

Amber ripped her mouth away and threw back her head as a moan of bliss shot from her throat. Those amazing fingers had her riding the edge of an intense orgasm almost immediately. Maddox kept thrusting even as he dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to pull her soul from her body. He started alternating between thrusting his fingers as deep inside her as he could get and thumbing her clit in sharp little circles, until Amber was ready to scream from it.

Maddox finally released her nipple and started kissing his way back up her neck, pausing to nibble her earlobe before claiming her lips again. He pulled his fingers from her aching pussy and rested his arms on either side of her shoulders, kissing her hungrily as he finally, finally, settled some of his weight on top of her. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself up and down his length and whimpering.

He shuddered in her arms, rotating his hips so his thick, heavy shaft rubbed over her clit repeatedly. Amber cried out, loving the way he swallowed the sound so hungrily. Maddox wrapped his big hands around her forearms, giving her yet another level of restraint as he notched the head of his cock at her entrance and began pushing his way inside.

Both of them gasped as he sank in to the hilt in one long, smooth thrust. Her pussy convulsed as he forced her body to accept his penetration, one inch at a time, until he could go no farther. And the moment she felt the head of that glorious cock kiss her cervix, filling her in a way no man had ever filled her before, Amber came.

The orgasm washed through her so fast, so unexpectedly, she nearly passed out. Maddox groaned on top of her, sealing their lips together and swallowing her desperate cries as her inner muscles tightened around him like a vise. It was like he’d set off a flash grenade inside her, the powerful explosion so intense it left her reeling mentally and physically. It was there and gone in an instant, yet left utter devastation in its wake.

“Fuck, that’s so goddamn sexy,” Maddox breathed against her lips. “You and Riley are going to give me a big ego, coming so fast like that. Let’s see if we can beat his record, hmm?”

Amber was panting against his lips, still vibrating with aftershocks, when she felt him draw back and pull almost all the way out. Then, without any preamble, without any build-up, he started to thrust.

The motion of his cock sent whips of fire shrieking along her inner walls. Maddox rode her hard and deep, his strokes fast and desperate, as if he couldn’t control himself. His huge shaft tapped her cervix with every inward thrust, making her lose control of her voice instantly. Amber sobbed her pleasure for the world to hear, her breathless cries adding counterpoint to the rapid slap of skin on skin that quickly filled the room.

Maddox fucked her. There was no other word for it. His hips smacked the backs of her thighs repeatedly, driving her down into the mattress. His glans slid over her G-spot with every stroke, sending little zaps of lightning through her whole body. It felt so good, God, it felt so good, every part of her felt so fucking good she started wondering if it were possible to self-combust from sheer pleasure overload.

The telltale pinch started deep in her core, a spring coiling tighter and tighter as Maddox drove her ever closer to that epic cliff. He watched her face the whole time, silver eyes burning white-hot as he rode her relentlessly. Amber found herself drowning in those gorgeous eyes, reeling inside and out as her orgasm got closer, and closer, and closer still, until she was teetering on the brink of yet another epic explosion.

And then Maddox set it off with a single word. “Come.”

She detonated the moment the word left his lips, as if her orgasm was a bomb and Maddox the trigger. Little lights flashed behind her eyes as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her system, yanking a scream from her throat. And all the while she was coming like a freight train, Maddox just kept fucking her, his steady strokes unwavering. The continuous glide across her inner walls extended her orgasm far, far longer than she’d ever experienced before.

And he still wasn’t finished with her.

Author Spotlight: Bella Settarra

Today I’ve got the lovely Bella Settarra visiting to talk about her Sirens and Sailors series. Her visit is just in time for the release of Sacrifices of the Siren. Get your copy today!

Just when Melantho is beginning to really enjoy life on the island with her beloved sailor, Blandon, she is visited by the evil elder Hermandine. The old lady manages to blackmail Melantho into leaving Refrainia to live a life of drudgery as her servant on the mainland. When Hermandine and Solon mistreat and abuse the poor girl to the extent that she becomes severely ill, Blandon and Dr. Jay discover the secret she has been hiding for the past three years. As Melantho battles with her health and her miserable past, Blandon showers her with love and strength. Eventually it seems that she can face her future by resolving the past, but when Hermandine reveals an ancient law of Refrainia Melantho has to decide whether to sacrifice her past once again, or forgo her future on the island with Blandon.

Rather than doing the ‘same old, same old’, author bio and naughty excerpts we decided to spice things up a bit.

“SIRENS AND SAILORS” – 10 Facts about the Series

“Sirens and Sailors” was created when I attempted to write a short story centred around the seaside.

Girls from Refrainia have Greek names, while characters from Westland have Hebrew names and those from Eastland are Basque.

I changed the original name of the island, Anthemoessa, to ‘Refrainia’ – ‘refrain’ referring to the piece of music (Sirens are musical), and also because the sailors should ‘refrain’ from going there.

I chose all of the characters’ names based on their meanings, ie. Amaranda means ‘flowery’, Melantho means ‘serving girl’, Kalliope means ‘beautiful voice’. (I intend to post a full list of the names and their meanings on my blog shortly, bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk)

The idea of the world only having two main continents with a few islands in between them was how I actually thought the earth was made up when I was very young.

Some of the scenes actually made me cry while I was writing them! (Some parts of ‘Ménage of the Siren’ and ‘Sacrifices of the Siren’ especially.)

The cover of ‘Sacrifices of the Siren’ (book #6) was one of the options I was given for ‘Last of the Sirens’ (book #1) – I loved both images and pleaded with Siren to let me use both!

Hermandine, the cruel leader of the elders, is based on someone I used to know!

‘Submission of the Siren’ and ‘Ménage of the Siren’ both got into the Top 5 Bestsellers for their category with Siren Publications.

‘The Big House’ on Refrainia, although self-explanatory, being the biggest house on the island, is also a Celtic term meaning a prison. Melantho was virtually imprisoned there when she had to work for Hermandine in the first book, ‘Last of the Sirens’. (When she went back to work there for the Dr. Jay and Farris, however, it was of her own free will and the whole house had been changed by then.)

Unexpectedly Yours Now Available!!!

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Deacon, Chris and Jim are the owners of Los Angeles’s hottest boutique PR agency. They represent famous athletes, up and coming tech companies and movie stars. They exist in a world where money equals power and image is everything.

My Private Relations series follows their captivating journeys as they discover that power and image are meaningless without someone to love. The final book in the trilogy releases TODAY July 29th, 2014 and you can buy it for 10% off today!

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Writing Process Blog Hop

I was recently tapped by the fantabulous Therese Gilardi to take part in a blog hop about writing process. She’s one of the ladies in my local RWA chapter.

Now.. for the goods:

Therese Gilardi is a novelist (“Matching Wits With Venus”),  poet and essayist whose work has appeared in numerous publications.

1) What am I working on right now?

I’m currently working on a stand-alone novel, In Full Bloom. It’s the story of a large animal vet and a florist shop owner. The attraction is instant but they both have some things to accomplish and demons to battle. Only time will tell if love prevails..  (.. and the fact that I write romance is kind of a giveaway, but still)

 

2)  How does your work differ from others in your genre?

Romance novels tend to be an author’s unique take on a tale as old as time. Boy meets Girl (or some version of this) and they face hardship together, then ultimately live happily ever after.  I mean, face it. The genre has a pretty foolproof recipe. The thing that separates one story from another is to be able to tweak the ingredients until it becomes something beautiful and unique. I’d like to think my life experiences and the people I know help my writing find that beautiful uniqueness.

 

3)   Why do you write what you write?

I write what I do because.. I’ve never really liked any other types of books. I’ve read them. I’ve understood them. I’ve even enjoyed some.. but on a whole, romance is the only genre that I’ve consistently read. It all started when my Grandma moved and gave me two trashbags full of old Harlequins when I was about 14. Once I read the first one, there was no looking back!

4) How does your writing process work?

I tend to cloister myself. I have horrible ADD, so the minute the tv comes on or someone talks to me, then I am instantly distracted. I go into my office and close the door. :)   Once I’m in there, I try to develop my characters first. Thoughts, appearance, back story. The things that make them real people. Once I’ve got the characters, then the story usually falls into place.

I’ve tapped the following individuals:

Tina Donahue, Em Ashcroft, Andrew Jericho, Elle Boon, Suzette Cauler, Rhea Regale, Leah Blake and Michelle Graham

 

 

Featured Author – Tina Donahue

Oooh! Guess who stopped by today? The lovely Ms. Tina Donahue. Today I got the scoop her latest release, This Time When We Touch. (Which I promptly ordered) And let me tell you, I *CAN’T* wait for this book to release. It promises the timeless love story that we all want.. so in closing, now you guys know what I’ll be doing the evening of the 17th ;)

Now available for pre-order. Download ready on Thursday, July 17th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 24th.

Delicious, yes?

Fate has cruelly torn them apart through the centuries…  Endless desire and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.

Through numerous reincarnations, Jade Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder, always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their passion.

Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then break fate’s deadly pattern.

Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to Jade to keep her safe.

In a contest of wills and shameless seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.

Here’s a little tidbit…

What seemed to be love flared in the woman’s green eyes, further softening her features. A welcoming smile broke across her delicate mouth, creating two dimples.

Pure wonder overcame him. He couldn’t look at her enough to satisfy his lust, heart, and soul.

Reddish-brown hair, shiny and thick, cascaded down her back, the tendrils around her exquisite face wiggling in the wind. Her slender throat bobbed gently with her swallow. Even before he looked, he knew three moles circled her navel, the marks he’d been looking for.

It didn’t make sense. None of this did.

For some reason, he expected her to be wearing a yellow gown, elegant and modest in design.

Clothed in a thong the locals called fio dental or dental floss, she seemed unaware or unconcerned that its bronze color matched her skin, creating an illusion of nudity. The tips of her nipples strained against the stretchy fabric that barely contained her full breasts. No more than a scrap of cloth hid her cunt from him and not very well. The Lycra revealed the outline of her slit that led to her hot, wet sheath.

His lungs burned for air. Steadying himself, he dug his toes in the mud, feeling the bite of sand instead. Surprised and confused, he looked down.

Her voice whispered in his mind, “Esta vez cuando tocamosa.”

The words lingered, chasing away the remaining sounds until they disappeared, leaving a heavy silence. He managed a swallow and a shallow breath that left him hungry for more. Lifting his face, he stared at her, tenderness overwhelming him. Her voice, her promise echoed in his thoughts.

Esta vez cuando tocamosa. This time when we touch.

Hope roared through him with the arrogance of youth, followed by a broken man’s despair. He stopped lifting his hand to invite her closer. Unease crept through him. A warning rang in his mind to keep his distance, to do everything he could to keep her safe.

Above, a gull cried out, interrupting his apprehension, bringing with it the other sounds. Women laughed, men boasted, children shrieked. The reality and normalcy of the beach intruded.

Unsteady, Patrick blinked. What in the hell was happening?

Rubbing water from his eyes, he didn’t immediately look up, concerned that she’d vanished. That she hadn’t been real to begin with.

Her patient gaze told him how wrong he was. She regarded him as though no one else existed.

Patrick’s chest pumped with his erratic breaths. Blood flowed to his groin. His cock thickened painfully wanting inside her sweet cunt.

Just as he was about to act on impulse and go to her, a man from behind caught Patrick’s attention. He looked to be in his early thirties. Although she seemed unaware of him, he stared at her naked ass and legs, his attention more than appreciative. It was fucking possessive, possibly jealous. The kind of prick who talked with his fists to keep a woman in line.

Patrick went hot with outrage, his only thought to see that she was safe. He crossed the beach, stopping directly in front of her. She lifted her face to his, her expression guileless, brimming with what seemed to be adoration.

Baffled…grateful, he recalled her voice in his mind. Or what he thought had been her voice.

This time when we touch.

He remembered his concern, the insane idea that he had to protect her. From the guy behind her? Some other man? Or from himself?

The thought should have struck him as crazy, but he couldn’t dismiss it. Taking a step back, Patrick asked what he had to know but was afraid to face. “Who are you?”

 

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

 

 

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CONTEST

 

 

Please leave a comment. Tina will be choosing one winner randomly from the comments section. The winner gets her choice of one of Tina’s backlist ebooks – FIFTEEN IN ALL – contemporary, paranormal, suspense, ménage. From this list:

 

 

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT

 

2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit

 

3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award

 

4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT

 

5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT

 

6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller

 

7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books

 

8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR

 

9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR

 

10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book

 

11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR

 

12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times

 

13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures

 

14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads

 

15. Shameless Desire – Four and Half Stars – The Jeep Diva

 

Featured Author: Rhiannon Ayers

I’m super excited! Today, Rhiannon Ayers stopped by to talk about herself and her latest release, Demons Within.  This beautifully sexy book is now available at Bookstrand.com, Kobo, and Amazon.

Amazon Link: amzn.to/1ozc8Ec

Kobo Link: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/demons-within

Siren-BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/demons-within

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RAyersAuthor

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

Website: www.RhiannonAyers.com 

 

Demons Within

Allen Heras just landed his dream job, and he’s determined to make the most of this chance for a new life. Only there’s a problem: he can’t seem to stop lusting after his bosses. After suppressing his bisexuality his whole life, he can’t afford to let his hormones ruin his chances for success. Now, if he could just get his big head to convince the little one of that, he’d be just fine.

Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister have always known there was something missing between them: another man, one who could bear the love of two Doms. And they’ve chosen Allen to be that man. They’d always known it would be an uphill battle, convincing Allen that three people could make it in a long-term triad. But when the demons from Allen’s horrible past threaten their relationship, they realize that the real battle isn’t convincing Allen to love them—it’s convincing him he’s worth loving in the first place.

 

And if that short blurb doesn’t have you fanning yourself as you one-click.. the upcoming excerpts most certainly will! But first.. a little bit about Rhiannon. :-D

 

MR:  How long have you been writing?

RA:  I started making up stories and telling them to my friends when I was in kindergarten. Of course, back then it was called “lying,” lol. In third grade, I wrote a short story for a class assignment. It was called George Groundhog, and followed a group of talking animal friends on a hilarious adventure. My teacher loved it so much, he encouraged me to write more stories about George, and he would have me read them to the class whenever I finished a new one. That was my very first series. I finally realized I wanted to be a writer when I was twelve, which is when I wrote my first epic adventure fantasy novel. Thanks to the wonders of technology, that story will never see the light of day, and you should all be grateful, lol. But it was a start, and I’ve learned a lot about my craft over the years. All in all, I would say I’ve been a writer and aspiring author for about 25 years, give or take (and no, you cannot ask how old I am , lol).

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

RA:  I recently had the opportunity to meet my hero, Jayne Rylon. Her book Spread Your Wings was the very first ménage romance I ever read, and it was the reason I decided to try my hand at writing ménage romance. If not for her, I don’t know if I would be a published author today. When I met her, I went all goofy, completely unable to speak in coherent sentences. She was incredibly nice to a star struck newbie, though. I’ve since exchanged several emails with her, and we are friends on Facebook. I sent her a copy of Demons Within, and she promptly replied with a screen shot showing it on her iPad. I did a happy dance around my bedroom, lol.

Other favorite erotica authors include Joey W. Hill and Cameron Dane. Both of them are absolutely mesmerizing. I want to be them when I grow up, lol.

Mainstream author favorites would be Raymond Feist, Robin Hobb, Glen Cook, Angus Wells, Mercedes Lackey, Terry Goodkind, Anne Bishop, and Tanya Huff, just to name a few.

MR: What genre do you know you could never enjoy writing?

RA:  Plain-jane mainstream anything. I am not a literary-minded author, lol. I prefer hot and sexy over heartwarming any day.

MR: Where do your best ideas come from?

RA: Character ideas come from just listening to people talk to each other. I’m a terrible eavesdropper in public places. I love listening to speech mannerisms and trying to pinpoint education levels, background, regional affiliations, and cultural standards just from hearing people talk. You can learn a lot about society that way. Some of my favorite characters come from real people I’ve met.

Story ideas…Honestly, I have no idea where those come from, lol. Probably a conglomeration of things, from the books I read to the movies I watch to the experiences of my own life. Sometimes scenes pop into my head and I have to figure out a story to go with them. Perhaps if I knew where they came from, I could shut them up. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have other people’s lives running through your brain? lol

MR: What are you working on now?

Book 2 of the For Love of Authority Series, called Angel Without, has a tentative release date of August 5. I just finished the edits for that one, so we’ll see what the good folks at Siren have to say about those before we get a final release date.

Book 3 in the For Love of Authority series is number one on my current project list. Saints United is very much a work-in-progress, so I don’t want to give any plot snippets away. I will say that it is MMF, just like the other two books, and it has some hot sex scenes and sincere emotional drama.

I’m also working on a brand new series, which will be urban fantasy set in the not-too-distant future. Shifters and angels and magical creatures, oh my!

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

RA: I get so lost in my own head when I’m writing, it would be pointless for me to even try to be around other people, lol. Unless they did a naked tap-dance on my desk, I probably wouldn’t even notice them. Unless it was Channing Tatum. That man can interrupt me any day, lol.

MR: Give me your list of favorites:

Food? Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwiches

Music? Everything. Literally. My playlists on iTunes look like a music store threw up on them, lol.

TV show? I rarely if ever watch TV, but when I do, I like crime dramas like NCIS and Law & Order SVU

Hobby? I make jewelry and clay figurines. I also sew, scrapbook, design websites, and read.

Color? Cerulean, which is a fancy word for blue. My favorite color palette would be a fall scheme, with reds and oranges and yellows and browns.

Season? Fall. Gotta love those colors!

Without further adieu, I present two short excerpts from Demons Within:

 STORY EXCERPT

Allen could definitely come to love this place.

But that wasn’t the half of what he was coming to love. The man and woman who were quickly overtaking his entire world were climbing that slope with staggering ease. Which was amazing, when he started considering how little he actually knew about them. Sidri, he knew mostly from work and the few social encounters they’d had over the last couple of years. Tatum, he’d only spoken to via phone or e-mail. Sure, they’d had dozens of conversations over the years, and he had heard tons of stories about both of them. But he’d never had the opportunity to simply hang out with them, never gotten the chance to just talk to them. And he’d never had the experience of seeing them together—or seeing how they interacted with someone like Allen.

Allen smiled, laughing at himself silently. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect, what it would be like to be the sole focus of two über-Alpha individuals. He’d had brief, uncomfortable visions of being totally controlled, of having every thought and action dictated for him. Eat this, go here, do that—no decision left to himself. The thought had made him instinctively shy away. He’d fought hard for his personal freedom, after all.

Fortunately, those half-formed fears couldn’t be further from the truth. With the two of them watching over him, taking care of him, he could almost begin to feel…cherished. Respected. Desired.

Loved.

He shivered, and Sidri caressed his biceps without looking over at him. She was curled on the couch like a contented cat, watching reruns of her favorite show, The West Wing.He glanced over at Tatum, who sat in the easy chair closest to the arm of the couch Allen rested against, and received a small smile. Allen grinned, sighing with pleasure.

They were nothing like he expected. In the grand scheme of things, what they did for him didn’t appear to add up to much. But for Allen, it was a revelation of how wonderful his future could be.

Small things. Simple things. Like when Tatum brought them food earlier. He’d heaped two plates with Asian delicacies, setting them on the table with a wink and a flourish, before retrieving the plate he’d made for himself. Allen’s mouth had watered as he discovered Orange Beef, Kung Pao Chicken, and Happy Family vegetable medley. Then he had noticed that all the beans and sprouts had been removed from his portion—he’d glanced at Sidri and Tatum’s plates, just to be sure. Apparently, Sidri had told Tatum how much Allen hated beans and sprouts, and the big man had taken it upon himself to pick them out, one by one, before serving Allen his plate. It was such a small thing, such a simple gesture. But it rocked Allen to the core.

There were other things. Like when they settled in front of the TV after eating and talking for a good two hours. Tatum had snapped up the remote, earning a death-glare from Sidri, which he answered with a self-satisfied smirk. He’d flipped through the channels, obviously looking for something in particular, and eventually settled on one of Allen’s favorite guilty pleasures—a BBC crime drama. Allen knew—again, via Sidri—that Tatum absolutely detested crime dramas unless they featured lots of hot chicks wearing very little. He would never voluntarily watch one. Yet he’d stopped on the show without a single sign of discomfort, settling into his chair with a contented sigh.

Throat tight, Allen had snatched up the remote after the episode ended, quickly locating a sports show he knew both he and Tatum liked. The big man grinned appreciatively, and soon all three of them were arguing with the commentators and heaping ridicule on each other’s favorite players. With the Super Bowl happening tomorrow, everyone was focused on whose quarterback would make the most plays, which defenders would make the most sacks. It tickled him, listening to Sidri detail each player’s stats and list her ideas on how different plays should be run. That she obviously loved football just as much as her men made him love her that much more.

After sports, it was Sidri’s turn to hog the remote, a fact both men argued against vociferously. Grinning, she’d flipped through the channels, stopping on every chick-flick she found just to hear them groan. When she finally settled on The West Wing, he and Tatum quieted, content to let her have her way for now.

It was fun. Easy. Relaxed. Except for the thick undercurrent of constant, evolving sexual tension, he could almost believe they were just old college buddies, hanging out.

But that sexual tension was always there, under the surface.

When he’d returned from the kitchen, lips swollen and swimming in a haze of lust and anticipation, Sidri had taken one look at his rumpled state and said, “Damn, I wish I could have watched that.”

He’d blushed profusely and mumbled something about changing clothes—with his jeans’ button now lost somewhere on the kitchen floor, his pants were riding disconcertingly low. But Sidri and Tatum, who had just walked into the room carrying three Cokes, both instantly forbid him from doing any such thing.

“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” Tatum had breathed as Sidri nodded appreciatively. Both pairs of eyes were fastened to his waistline, where the now-zipped jeans still gaped at the top.

Sidri licked her lips, looked up at him through her lashes. “I want you to wear those jeans the whole time we’re here. Understand?”

A blush heated his ears as both of them voiced their approval of the idea, closing the subject as far as they were concerned. So Allen had been forced to wear the evidence of Tatum’s inability to wait to get his hands on Allen’s cock, the evidence of the man’s sheer brute strength. And every time he stood up, sat down, or simply walked across the room, his jeans, which were now loose enough to slip down to the points of his hips, rubbed against his hard-on.

ADULT EXCERPT

Tatum headed straight for the freezer instead of making good on his offer to get them all food. He yanked open the door and shoved his face inside, a hard gasp shuddering out of him as the ice-cold air washed over his over-heated skin.

Too much. He wanted Allen too much. He stood with eyes shut tight, letting the frigid air try to cool the raging inferno of lust inside him. God help him, how would he ever manage to control himself?

A tentative, light-fingered touch on Tatum’s shoulder had him jumping and whirling around instantly. Allen stood behind him, eyes soft even as his hands trembled at his sides. As Tatum watched, Allen licked his lips and swallowed hard.

“I may not understand all this,” the smaller man said in a deep, sexy rumble that had Tatum’s balls drawing up tight, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here.” He paused, laughed self-consciously. “I feel like a teenager, out on a first date. I don’t know what to do with myself, what I’m supposed to do.”

Tatum melted instantly, but Allen cut him off before he could offer reassurance. “This is all new to me, Tatum. Until last night, I didn’t even think anything like this was even remotely possible. So I’m nervous, and jumpy, and scared as all get-out.” He took a deep breath. “But I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t something I wanted. And right now…” Allen looked down briefly, then speared Tatum with suddenly hot, chocolate-brown eyes.

“Right now, I want you to kiss me, the way you kissed her,” he said in a hushed tone. Then he gulped, licked that bottom lip again, and whispered, “Please.”

Tatum pounced.

He mashed their lips together almost violently, shoving both hands through Allen’s thick black hair so he could grip the man’s skull and control the angle of penetration. With deep, sure strokes of his tongue, he explored every inch of that hot mouth, the sweet taste mainlining sugar straight to his bloodstream. Allen whimpered, his trembling fingers threading through Tatum’s belt loops as he sought an anchor.

Tatum groaned, forcing Allen to step backward until he fetched up against the door to the pantry. Tatum used his greater weight to hold Allen captive against the unforgiving hard surface, kissing the man desperately. That Allen responded, kissing him back for all he was worth, just made Tatum that much hotter. Harder.

With both hands, he reached down and took hold of Allen’s muscular thighs. He lifted the smaller man straight up, raising him to a level where Tatum didn’t have to bend so far to reach those sinful lips. Then he slammed their chests together, holding Allen suspended between himself and the door, his feet off the ground. Allen gasped into his mouth, both hands flying up to circle Tatum’s shoulders as he held on for dear life.

Tatum reached up with one hand and pried Allen’s fingers from his collar, kissing him all the while. Then he guided that hand up and out, finally wrapping the other man’s fingers around a convenient hook on the pantry door. It was supposed to hold bags of potatoes, or other such ordinary kitchen items. Now it gave his soon-to-be-lover an anchor that wouldn’t move. When he had Allen’s fingers firmly in place, he squeezed gently, letting him know Tatum wanted them to stay there. Allen complied with a deep, guttural groan that Tatum swallowed hungrily.

With unencumbered access, Tatum ran his free hand down Allen’s arm, over his chest, and made for the button on his jeans. Allen convulsed in his arms, panting between kisses, obviously reeling from the savagery of Tatum’s assault on his mouth and body. But Tatum couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He needed to do this.

With a growl of imperative male frustration, he ripped the fucking button clean off Allen’s jeans. They both heard the small piece of metal clang on the Italian tile floor, listened to it roll and hitch up against the far counter. With that out of the way, all that was left was his zipper. Tatum yanked it down in one swift motion and reached his hand inside Allen’s shorts.

Allen shouted into Tatum’s mouth as he finally, finally got his hands on that long, thick shaft. Jesus, the man was hung, his cock a perfect handful for a man Tatum’s size. Allen was painfully aroused, dripped pre-cum everywhere, providing Tatum with more than enough lubrication to begin the quick, fast hand-job he’d intended from the start. Allen’s whole body jerked with every hard stroke, his thighs clenching against Tatum’s legs where the taller man held him up. Tatum pulled ruthlessly, holding nothing back, jerking the man in his arms off as if his life depended on it.

Not once did he stop kissing him. Tatum was dizzy, light-headed from lack of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to release those intoxicating lips. He pressed his full weight against the man pinned to the door and growled with pleasure every time Allen jerked in his arms.

When Allen was panting, gasping, mewling, Tatum used his own hips to brace them both and used his other hand to yank his polo shirt up, exposing his abs. He pressed the head of Allen’s cock to his own stomach, tore his lips away, and whispered, “Come.”

Allen detonated.

Fiery blasts of cum decorated Tatum’s belly even as his own orgasm shot molten lava through his veins. He moaned, long and low, his forehead jammed against Allen’s as they both panted and shook with the force of their mutual release. He held onto Allen’s cock while the younger man pulsed and released wave after wave of hot, sticky seed all over Tatum’s body.

When it was over, they were both panting, trembling with the aftermath. At last, Tatum let the man slide down his body until his feet touched the ground. He stood there, panting, holding them both upright even though every one of his muscles wanted to melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor.

 

 

 

Cover Reveal – Unexpectedly Yours

This is unbelievable, right?!

I’ve been working myself into a blog booking frenzy in preparation for my Unexpectedly Yours Blog Tour. It kicks off on July 28th til (at present) August 7th.  I’ll be making 13 guest stops, so .. thank god it’s only virtual. I’d be tired, right? :-D

The first round of edits for Unexpectedly Yours have been returned already. My editor really liked the story, which made me feel *INCREDIBLE*.

 

That sexy image you see to the left of my text? That’s the cover for Unexpectedly Yours. It’s the best yet. Sexy without being too naughty. It is exactly what I wanted even though I had no idea what I wanted. Thanks to the incomparable Harris Channing for knowing what I wanted better than I did.

In other news, I’ve been hard at work on a new stand-alone book. Over the weekend, laden with cold medicine, I had… THE MOMENT. The one where you’re squinting at a book and it’s just barely out of focus.. then BOOM. Everything snaps into focus and you know who the characters are. What they’re doing. What you were doing wrong before. How to fix it. Warren Ellis explains it best here: http://www.warrenellis.com/?p=328+

More on my upcoming blog tour, Unexpectedly Yours and my new WIP, In Full Bloom as the days go on. Talk to you soon!