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December 28, 2011
Looking Ahead To 2012
I've been busy setting goals and making plans for 2012, however, as of right now I am not setting anything in stone quite yet.
A lot of schedules I've set have been derailed over the last few months so I'm plugging away doing as much as I can before I set hard deadlines for the new year.
I had planned to release Bad Kitty this month, but it's not ready. Kitty's story has been quite a challenge and rather than put out a story I am not completely happy with, I am delaying its release. I will follow up in the near future with more information on when this story will be available.
So here's what I'd like to do for 2012.
3 all new shifter books
Bad Kitty (Date TBD)
Frost Bitten (February)
Be Were (Fall 2012)
3 all new BDSM Romances
Her Master's Mercy
The Dom's Toybox
1 untitled project
1 all new Witch book
Dark Magic Desire
4 re-releases
Burned (January 2012)
Vampire Awakening
Dragon's Fate
Taken by Tarot
There are many more projects on the list I'd love to get to but I have to be realistic. lol I think I should probably sleep somewhere in all this. 
I'll post updates throughout the year as things firm up and change.
Eliza
December 27, 2011
Writing 2011 – A Year In Review
It's been a hell of a year. So many highs, a few lows and an all around amazing adventure.
I owe so much to all the many readers who bought my books this year, who took the time to leave reviews, and the ones who sent me awesome emails that mean the world to me.
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!
Now for some facts…
First a recap of what new books came out:
Malcolm – the final brother in the Black Cougar Trilogy
Sweet Submission – An ARe exclusive
Power Play – the 2nd book in the Pleasure Playground series.
Submissive Beauty – My first full length BDSM Romance.
Wicked Christmas Eve
Second – a list of re-releases I self published:
Untamed Magick
Magick Ignited
Force of Magick
Magick Provoked
Roped
Displayed
Whipped
Their Obsession
Third – Awards and such
Slave To Pleasure won a 2011 Bookie award
Untamed Magick won Best Erotic PNR of 2011 in the Witch and wizard category at The Romance Reviews
Midnight Playground was nominated for a CAPA award
Malcolm was nominated for a 2012 Bookie award
Submissive Beauty was nominated for a 2012 Bookie award
Bottoms Up was nominated for a 2012 Bookie award
The total number of words written in 2011 was:
201,000
For the writers who might be interested in a few statistics. My sales are a bit atypical from what I hear from most.
39% of my sales came from Amazon
36% of my sales came from B&N
15% of my sales came from ARe
10% was made up from sales at Apple, Kobo, Sony, Smashwords, Bookstrand, and Publisher websites.
My overall bestselling title based on total # of copies was:
Submissive Beauty
My bestselling self published title based on total # of copies was:
Roped (although it barely edged out Displayed)
Despite all of that I really did not accomplish as much new writing as I had hoped. Re-releases took up a lot more time than I expected and I see that continuing through a good portion of 2012.
Since this post is now long, I'll stop here and continue on with my 2012 plans tomorrow.
December 24, 2011
Snippet Saturday – Beginnings
Happy Christmas Eve!
Since it's the holiday weekend I can't resist giving you an excerpt of my new Christmas erotica short. To set up this excerpt, Megan has wandered into her past and gone to what was her favorite bar without realizing it has undergone a bit of a change.
Have yourself a wicked christmas eve. 
Excerpt:
"Can I get a tequila shot straight up?" she asked the bartender.
His eyebrows raised, which she promptly ignored. It was her Christmas Eve, and she'd damn well do as she pleased, even if that meant getting sloshed alone in a bar.
"On second thought, make that two."
The man behind the bar grabbed two small glasses and filled them.
"We have a two drink maximum if you're planning to play tonight."
Her head shot up, and she met his gaze. "Play?" He picked up her glasses from the bar and used them to indicate behind her before he sat them in front of her. Megan scooped up one of her drinks and slowly turned the stool to investigate.
Megan's eyes widened.
Just beyond the back room opening she spied a naked woman standing against a tall post with her arms tied over her head. Megan's booted foot slipped from the ledge of the stool and landed on the floor with a thud. The tall blonde woman had a strikingly thin figure, willowy like a model with porcelain perfect skin except for the red streaks covering her ass.
While Megan struggled for a consistent thought on what she was witnessing, an imposing male figure blocked her view of the mystery woman with the lovely backside. Broad shoulders, a lean torso, and an awesomely tight ass encased in black pants filled the doorway. Curious to see more, Megan shifted on the seat to angle her body for the best view. The rear view alone caused a slight tingle in all her girly parts. Now she wanted him to turn around so she could see the face of her newly imagined sex god.
Instead her gaze was drawn to his hips where his hand held a flogger in a tight grip. A flash of heat tore through her. Her sex moistened, and her nipples puckered at the thought of him raising his arm and using the flogger on the woman helpless in front of him.
Holy fuck.
Suddenly she felt like Alice in the rabbit hole. The bartender behind her cleared his throat, pulling her attention to the fact she was staring at something obviously not her business. She swiveled in her seat and brought the shot of alcohol to her lips. In one gulp, she downed the fiery liquid. She welcomed the burn in the hopes it would distract her from the wild thoughts now racing through her mind.
A sex club.
She'd never planned for a night like this but now… Well, her body grew hotter the more she thought about what might be going on in that room. What would it be like to let go of her inhibitions and spend a few hours just savoring the pleasures of sex with no strings attached?
Between her legs, her sex swelled, and moisture trickled to the tops of her thighs. Maybe removing her thong hadn't been a great idea after all. A faint cracking sound interrupted her train of thought. Was that a whip? Her hands closed into fists. Her clothes grew too tight. Megan reached for her second glass of tequila and dragged it closer.
"Hey, Brian. Can I get a bottle of water?"
The dark, rough voice filtered through her head. Megan's gaze followed the sound and looked up into the tanned strong face—
"Cyrus Jackson?" She blurted the name from her lips before she could stop them. Oh God.
His gaze jerked to hers, giving her a hard, assessing look before he scanned her from head to toe. Heat crawled up her skin the longer he stared. Embarrassed at her outburst, she broke eye contact and stared down at her glass.
"Do I know you?"
He didn't recognize her.
Just like old times. Back in high school it had seemed most days he didn't have a clue who she was. The fact she'd fallen madly in crush the first day she'd laid eyes on him hadn't helped. It had taken an enormous amount of willpower not to follow him around like a lovesick puppy.
Not that time and difference seemed to change things much. He looked as delicious as ever, and thoughts of spending a wild night with him ran rampant through her mind.
"Sort of. I mean, not really," she answered, despite the knot forming in her throat.
He pushed the chair out next to her and took a seat. "Well, now I'm intrigued. How do I sort of not really know you? You don't look like someone I would have forgotten."
Megan shifted her weight uncomfortably. Dark pants and a dark shirt clung to him like a second skin, emphasizing the muscles of his arms. Other than the sign of faint laugh lines around his gorgeous green eyes, he looked exactly as she remembered.
Except now his presence unnerved her in a brand-new way. She'd never once imagined him into the BDSM scene. Talk about surreal.
"We went to high school together," she mumbled.
"Hmm…" His eyes narrowed, and she fought not to squirm while he searched for something to remember her by. If her ego hadn't already taken a beating, she might have been offended. As it was, she didn't care. A night of anonymity sounded like the perfect escape.
Cyrus leaned forward and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Megan held her breath. The electric shock of his touch zinged straight to her core. He didn't stop there. His finger traced a path from her ear to her lips, leaving her quaking on the insides.
"We couldn't have known each other that well, beautiful. You don't strike me as the easy-to-forget kind." His voice lowered to a husky whisper, sending a whisper of heat straight to her bare sex.
Had it been so long since she'd been laid that something so simple turned her on? Obviously so. Fuck it. What did it matter? She'd had a crush on him in high school, so he wasn't exactly a stranger. One night of something good sounded like a damn fine idea.
It wasn't just the man that pulled at her, though. The faint report of the whip cracking in the background continued to beat at her senses. The sound drove her with a need to squirm and press her thighs together. Instead of responding to his comment, she dipped her head. Whatever kinky sex games they played, she wanted in.
He tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her head. "Look at me," he demanded.
Megan shivered. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to his and held her breath. She wanted him to see what she didn't quite have the courage to voice.
An easy smile spread across his face. "You want to play, don't you?"
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December 23, 2011
Have A Very Shapeshifter Christmas
We're only two days away from Christmas. Hard to believe isn't it? Today I am wrapping presents, visiting with friends and doing the best I can to ignore the abscessed tooth I cannot get fixed until the Endodontist returns from his Christmas vacation on Wednesday. 
I hope you all are ready and excited for Christmas. If you happen to be looking for a couple of quick and free reads to get you in the holiday mood, shifter style, I thought I'd mention a couple from author Selena Blake and yours truly.
I recently updated A White Cougar Christmas, giving Niki and Dean's early story a bit more oomph. I uploaded the updated version last week so if you haven't had a chance to grab it before now, here's your chance. It's available free here on my website under the free reads heading in PDF or at Smashwords and ARe in multiple formats. For the kindle lovers out there who don't want to sideload from Smashwords or ARe it is available at Amazon, however, they have not yet price matched the free price and I'm forced to charge 99 cents. It's also available at the iBookstore and is currently #2 on the Romance Top Free chart there.
Book Summary:
"Cute story. Perfect for a lunch hour!"
Restless and alone on Christmas Eve, Niki decides it's time to scratch the itch and heads into a nearby town for some action. Once there, it isn't sex she finds, but a fight instead, that is until tall, dark and handsome intervenes…
Dean recognizes the stunning but surly Cougar for what she is the minute she gets close. Now it's up to him to show her just how far a night of passion can go.
And from Selena's wildly popular cajun Stormy Weather series, she has offered up a wonderful Christmas tale sure to warm your heart and make you dream of a shifter all your own. Her story is available free on her website or at Smashwords and ARe in multiple formats.
Book Summary:
This is it! The answer to your Stormy Weather questions. This isn't a traditional romance by any stretch, it's a glimpse of happily ever after or how the Cajun werewolves spend their first Christmas as a pack.
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
(The Happily Ever After)
paranormal romance – the final Stormy Weather story
Join Deveraux Pack for their first Christmas together. With Angel and Jules' wedding days away, the pack braces the snow and cold for an unforgettable day. The men place a bet to see who can come up with the best baby present. And Mother Nature provides one last surprise for everyone.
Enjoy the reads and have a great Christmas Eve Eve.
Eliza
December 17, 2011
Snippet Saturday – Winter
This week's theme is winter and I debated giving you an excerpt from my upcoming Frost Bitten but since its still a couple of months from release I didn't want to frustrate anyone so instead I've grabbed an excerpt from my newly revised and updated free Christmas story, A White Cougar Christmas. So if you enjoy the snippet you can click over to the free reads page and download the rest for no cost.
Excerpt:
"Can I offer you a drink, Niki?"
Her breath caught in her throat as he continued to kiss and lick his way up her arm. Something about the way he spoke her name implied much more than a drink. An overwhelming sense of desire flowed through her veins, peaking in her nipples. When he reached the inside of her elbow she nearly shot to the ceiling. He'd discovered one of her special spots, the place that always made her hot and wet in an instant. And when his nostrils flared at her sudden rush of arousal she knew he'd caught the scent.
"Whiskey," she answered a bit to breathlessly for comfort. Another woman might have blushed under the circumstances, but not her. Sex was as natural to her as bathing or hunting. In fact, her feline sisters and she had abnormally high sex drives and regular releases kept them on an even keel, or as their mother reminded them all the time, kept their aggressive tendencies at bay. Unfortunately for Niki, her releases lately had been strictly solo and she'd grown tired of it. She'd run the woods as the snow fell in big, wet flakes all afternoon, never reaching the level of satisfaction her body craved. Nature had forced her to accept that without the adrenalin rush of fear or sex, she'd never settle back down.
Things were looking up for her now though.
Dean lifted his head to the man behind the bar.
"You got it, boss," he nodded.
"It's nice to meet you, Niki." Dean stepped closer. "I don't think I've seen you in my bar before. I'm sure I would've remembered someone like you. You stand out in a crowd."
Niki barely heard his words, with his movement her senses were suddenly overflowing with the scent of musk and pine after a violent storm in the mountains. His scent. Male. Strong. Dominant. Images of him nudging her thighs apart so she could straddle his leg made her weak in the knees.
"You have no idea," she answered without thought. "At least this time of year I can get away with a lot more camouflage than normal."
His sudden look of puzzlement finally broke through her lust-addled brain. She'd come dangerously close to revealing her status as a rare white cougar warrior to a perfect stranger. What the hell was happening to her? Her body had gone molten hot for the man standing in front of her, but that didn't usually make her stupid. She knew next to nothing about the man or his establishment. In fact, how had she not heard of a cougar friendly business this close to home?
Niki accepted the glass of whiskey from the bartender and took a quick sip, hoping to gather her wits before she made any more mistakes. "Thanks for taking care of your overly friendly customer for me. As much as I might have liked to break a few bones it probably wouldn't be a great idea."
"Maybe we could find something else for you to do with all that pent up energy."
Her ears perked up. Now he was talking. She stepped closer to him, soaking in the heat radiating off his body and another noseful of his delicious scent. Much more of this and she might find herself addicted. "What did you have in mind?" she whispered.
He smiled. "Eager aren't you?"
She pulled back at his mocking tone, withdrawing from his touch. Despite the immediate feeling of loss she didn't have to stay where she would be taunted. Besides it wasn't as if she couldn't find a willing partner without the sarcasm. She turned away from him, hell bent on getting out the door without causing anymore of a scene or looking back at the luscious man who'd turned her on more in a few seconds than any other man had for as long as she could remember.
"Don't." His voice sounded loud and clear and she could have sworn the entire bar came to a standstill including her.
It hadn't been a plea or a request. No the tone of that command sizzled from her head to her toes and everywhere in between. But she was a woman full of pride who refused to turn and go back. He would have to meet her halfway. So she waited.
When he placed his hands on her waist she shuddered in pleasure. In that moment the deal was set. For tonight she would be his and he would be hers, no questions asked.
"This could get dangerous," he warned, his voice lowered to barely a whisper only she heard.
She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder. "Danger is my middle name."
He wrapped her jacket around her shoulders and steered her toward the back of the bar. When he reached for the door he paused. "Last chance. Any second thoughts?"
"None," she assured him.
With that first step outside she inhaled deeply, taking in the clean scent of fresh snow and wild earth. This time of year was her favorite from the cold nights to the long hours of darkness giving her the cover she sought to run free and wild every chance she got. The bar was surrounded by the forest with only a small dirt road that led visitors to and from the parkway. The seclusion didn't bother her at all. She valued her privacy more than the average shifter. Although they were all pretty private when it came to public places.
"It's a nice night for a run."
"Is that where we are going?"
For a free copy of the entire short story you can download a PDF from my site here or you can get it in any format your heart desires at Smashwords or All Romance eBooks.
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December 10, 2011
Saturday Snippet – Family
Since Untamed Magick won the award for Best Erotic Paranormal Romance in the witch and wizard category this week at TRR, I'm feeling a little witchy today.
If you follow my series you know I love to write about brothers and the Scott brothers were my first. However, these witches have a prophecy hanging over their head that forces them to live apart. Now I don't have a twin, but I know enough of them to know that sometimes living away from your other half isn't easy. It can make for grumpy men as you'll see here:
Excerpt:
"I'm sorry, Rena, I didn't mean to hurt you. I hadn't intended to be so rough."
"You didn't hurt me like that, Graelen." She twisted her body so she faced him. Her eyes were soft and full of concern. "You got upset and angry at the end. It came on suddenly and it scared me. What happened?"
Of course, how could he have forgotten that she felt his emotions. His little vixen empath knew too much.
"It was my brother, baby. Didn't you hear him come in?" Her body stiffened in his arms as she frantically glanced around the room. "Don't worry, Rena, he left. But he didn't go far. I sense him very close by."
"You don't like him being here, do you?"
"His coming here was a mistake. One he knows better than to make. It's too dangerous."
She snuggled back into his body, letting their energy meld together, leaving behind only traces of the lighter magic he felt when he was with her.
"Why is he here? Has something happened?" Her astute perception of the situation astounded him. Or maybe she knew all about him and his brothers and had expected this would happen. Was there a plot beyond his own peril? Damn, what the hell had he been thinking, taking her to bed not once but twice? No wonder his twin was so pissed at him.
He eased himself from the entanglement of her silken limbs. It was time to have a heart to heart with his twin.
"Last night when I used magick to free myself, I had to borrow from Cash to get enough power to break the spell. It's likely that danger is what made my reckless brother come here." There was a critical tone to his voice he couldn't mask.
Her brow furrowed as she contemplated what he'd just said and why. "The cards. They foretold a story of the witches with the dark power. When used together can destroy themselves as well as those around them." She hastily donned her clothing that Graelen had left atop the bureau. "Unless…"
"No Rena, there is no unless. The only way to break the prophecy is to not use the magick. Particularly together. It's why we all live so far apart." He stepped into his slacks, casually dressing as he watched her fumble with the buttons of her blouse. "Every generation of twins has tried to find a solution and failed."
"But, Graelen, I think there's another way—"
"No." He raised his hand to still her words. "I don't think you appreciate the danger we pose. The four of us have had to live with this legacy all our lives, nobody understands the risks involved like we do." Her spine stiffened at his words as she finished dressing.
"Maybe what you've needed are fresh eyes to look at the problem."
"No. It is what it is."
She sighed. "You know, Graelen, your ego is amazing. How do you live with yourself everyday? What an ass." At that she stomped into the bathroom.
Graelen shook his head in exasperation. She was going to drive him crazy. He couldn't figure out her game. What was the point of approaching them at this angle? What purpose did she strive for? Well, he wasn't going to figure it out right this second because right now he had to go kick some brotherly ass.
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November 30, 2011
Faking Perfection by Mia Watts
Naughty November #13
Faking Perfection by Mia Watts
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_397&products_id=2242
Blurb:
Father Garth Roderick is a priest with a problem. He's had a fascination with a particular congregant for years. Though he's never actually acknowledged his sexuality, Garth's definitely more attracted to men than women. Fortunately, he hasn't had to deal with making a moral decision… until the night he is caught in the dark and kissed senseless. Now he fantasizes that the kiss was from the one man he can't forget, Eli Jennings.
For Garth, the man of his fantasies could be his, but how does he reconcile human desire with his vow to God? And for Eli, coming in second best hurts like hell, but how do you ask a man of God to leave the church and take a chance on love?
Excerpt:
Garth needed those moments. He almost couldn't stand the perfection of their bodies pressed together, hot where they touched, cool against his back. Hard muscle, pliant flesh, firm fingers, soft lips, tickling hair brushing his forehead captured him like no prayer ever had.
Eli tasted dark and sweet, new and familiar, safe and dangerous. Garth's nose pressed Eli's freshly shaved cheek. Inhaling the slightly mentholated traces of shaving cream on clean skin only made his body ache harder. He'd etch these sensations in his mind forever, to bring out again when Eli was gone and Garth returned to the forbidding walls of the church.
He'd pull them out on dark nights and relive the way Eli felt against him, the way Garth's body tingled at every incidental touch and every deliberate caress.
Garth dragged his hands up Eli's back. Textures changed from ass to back, back to neck. He curled his fingers over the top of Eli's shoulders and exchange chaste, openmouthed kisses for a more intimate sharing with tongues. Garth rolled the flavors, tested the ridge of Eli's teeth. Eli followed suit, letting Garth take the lead.
Garth dared to open his eyes. It was all blurry this close, but he made out the crescent of black lashes resting on Eli's cheek. Eyes closed, surrendered to their kiss, Eli's expression of adoring pleasure nearly took Garth to his knees. Eli's cheeks hollowed slightly as his tongue rubbed against Garth's.
Moisture collected in Garth's eyes. Was anything more perfect than this? He didn't think it was possible.
"Eli, show me what to do next," he whispered across Eli's lips.
Eli rested his forehead on Garth's. "You really don't know?"
"Only the vaguest of ideas."
"What feels right?" Eli asked. "What do you want to do?"
"More of this," he said, kissing Eli. "But it's not enough."
Eli chuckled softly. "No, it's not nearly enough."
He stroked Garth's cheek with an extended forefinger, following the track of Garth's long, slashing dimple. Garth had always hated them, feeling like they were signs of aging that had always been there. Most people only had dimples when they smiled. His were always slightly visible. Eli made them feel sexy.
Garth moved his hips, gasping as their cocks rubbed together.
"The way you were touching me, I thought you knew what you wanted," Eli teased.
"I know I like how that feels on me."
"Father, are you saying you masturbate? In the church?" Eli's mockery couldn't be taken as anything but lighthearted.
"Frequently." Garth met his eyes. "The stranger in the dark features regularly."
Eli captured his own bottom lip with his teeth. Letting it go again, Garth couldn't help but stare at the lush fullness firming up again.
"You are so perfect," Garth murmured.
A small, shy smile was Garth's reward. "I've always thought that about you. There isn't a thing about you I'd change." Eli kissed him then, stealing Garth's breath with his passionate claim.
Their tongues dueled, and Eli touched Garth almost everywhere but the one place he wanted him to touch, his cock. Still Garth clutched him for dear life, caught up in the frenzy and not knowing what to do about it to alleviate the tension building inside him.
Finally Garth broke off, his voice cracking in desperation. "Show me what to do."
"Tell me what you want," Eli repeated cryptically.
"What do you mean?" Garth asked.
Frustration climbed like needy fingers over his brain to understand what to do and how to do it. All he knew was it needed to be now. His cock ached, and his balls were starting to throb. He wanted Eli so bad, he could have wanted to curl up inside his skin and still not be close enough.
"Do you want me to enter you, or do you want to be inside me?" Eli asked.
It was like he'd read Garth's mind. "Inside you. Please. Now."
Eli ripped a condom free and eased it over Garth's cock. Garth nearly came at the feel of Eli's hand on him.
"I'll come too soon," Garth feared.
"Come when you need to. There will be other times."
"Won't I hurt you?"
"At first it always stings. These condoms are lubed up. Give me time to adjust, and we'll do just fine."
Garth snaked his fingers behind Eli's balls and pushed one into the tight ring. Eli sucked in a sharp breath.
"Damn, you go straight for the cookie jar, don't you?" Eli laughed breathlessly.
"Is that wrong?" Garth withdrew his finger.
"No. Nothing is wrong between lovers." Eli swung his head around, looking. "Couch."
He grabbed Garth's hand and dragged him to the overstuffed piece of furniture. Eli lay back, pulling Garth down with him. Eli lifted a leg to hook over the back of the couch and spread the other leg wide.
The move brought Garth hard between Eli's legs, and for a moment they both froze in wondrous pleasure.
November 28, 2011
Summer's Indiscretion by Heather Rainier
Blurb for Summer's Indiscretion
Summer Heston is ready to give up on men and has sworn off blind dates permanently. A chance text message and phone conversation with two mysterious friends of Grace's changes her mind. A dangerous situation literally thrusts her into their powerful arms as the attacks on her ladies' adults-only boutique escalate and the tone of the Divine Morality blog grows more blatantly hateful.
Ace and Kemp work diligently to protect the women of Discretion while simultaneously striving to win Summer's heart. A minor mistake on Kemp's part has big repercussions for their budding romance as their ability to withstand their growing attraction for Summer crumbles. When their passion finally flares out of control their intimate tryst becomes much more than a minor indiscretion.
When an old flame knocks at the door, Summer must face her doubts and make a decision. Can she trust her instincts?
Buy Link
Siren-Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/summers-indiscretion
Excerpt:
Summer's heart pounded, and she giggled as she rounded the leather couch. She was currently dodging Ace, who was stripping as he stalked her, dropping his clothes wherever he stood. "I promise you, kitten. Wherever you are when I catch you, that's the spot you're getting it."
Biting her lower lip in anticipation, Summer watched as he toed his boots off. She edged toward the end of the couch, hoping to make it to the stairs. His eyes glittered with lust, and she knew he would enjoy the chase as much as he would the capture.
"Ten second head start?" she asked hopefully as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Five seconds, if you run now." He started toward her, and she shrieked and dashed for the stairs, her lavender satin robe swirling in her wake to reveal her bare legs as she mounted them. She paused and looked behind her and heard the deep murmur of her men's voices in brief conversation before he ran for the stairs.
Summer shrieked again when he made eye contact with her and charged after her. Thinking it would be too easy for her to run into the bedroom, she headed straight for the French doors that led onto the upstairs deck from the central upstairs room and rushed through them. Closing them quietly, she backed away from them. She caught movement in the corner of her eye through the bedroom window and jumped practically from her skin when she saw him cutting across the bedroom to catch her. Summer skirted the hot tub and ran for the stairs as she heard him open the doors.
Her pussy seeped with wet heat when he said, "The first thing I'm going to do is spank you for making me work so hard to catch you."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" she replied with a giggle as she fled down the stairs and around the corner to the poolside. She heard him on the stairs and realized he was closing in on her. Barefooted, Summer darted across the pebble surface and heard him running behind her as she rounded the next turn.
She giggled gleefully as her robe sailed behind her and ran for the timbered entrance to the garden room. One of them had guessed this was where she would run because the weather cover for the outdoor bed had been removed and there was a bottle of chilled, white wine and a single wineglass on the small table beside the bed.
Summer watched Ace as he approached the garden room, catching a glimpse of him through the leaves and branches of the living enclosure. The sky glowed with post-sunset light, casting everything around her in dusky shadows. They'd gotten another rain shower earlier, and the scent of damp earth and plant life hung in the air.
He made eye contact with her and said, "Strip."
She backed away as he stalked toward her with his chest bared. He must've discarded his shirt, socks, and pants on the chase because he now stood proud and very erect in his snug, white knit boxers. Their body-hugging fit left no doubt as to his state of arousal because she could clearly make out the ridge of his hardened shaft stretching upward to the waistband.
Her pussy responded welcomingly to the sight, and she reached for the satin belt on her robe. Stripping was a simple matter as she untied it and opened the front of her robe. Her flesh was bare beneath it, and she smiled with anticipation as he looked her up and down and licked his lower lip. She gave her shoulders a leisurely shrug, and the robe slipped down. She caught it in her hands and laid it on the bed.
As he watched her, she smiled and faced the end of the big bed. She leaned forward a bit and positioned her hands flat on the end of the bed, exposing her bare ass for his attention. She gasped and bit her lip as he drew near. His body heat caused a rivulet of desire to course through her as she felt the light stroke of his fingertips sliding up her spine. She tilted her head back, and her lips parted on a moan at his tickling, teasing touch.
He slid his fingertips back down, gliding over her hip and ass, then cupped one cheek in his warm palm. He squeezed, and she felt a corresponding convulsion in her pussy. If he delved much lower, he'd discover how she responded to his touch. She was drenched and ready for whatever came next.
He squeezed the other cheek and began massaging it. The heat in her flesh built up against the palm of his hand, and she shuddered in anticipation. When the sharp, openhanded slap landed solidly against her rounded ass cheek she gasped at the sting. He rubbed over where his hand had landed and then applied another to the other cheek.
"Oh."
Her pussy tightened and her derriere bloomed with heat as he caressed it with his open palm and then delivered several more lighter, stinging pops. The heat radiated from his hand as he cupped her cheek and then slid his fingertips to her cleft and trailed them through her slick cunt.
"What a sweet, wet pussy."
She sensed him change position and moaned when she suddenly felt his hot mouth at her cunt. He licked and caressed her with his tongue, taking time to tease and flick her clit as he gently held her open. Her cunt tightened with each touch until she was on the verge of climax. She froze as the pulses of an orgasm echoed distantly and then groaned in frustration as he pulled away.
"Impatient little kitten. I think Kemp spoiled you this afternoon." He patted her ass and said, "Get on the end of the bed, on your knees."
Brand new from Heather:
Lydia Webster is stranded in west Texas, waiting tables to earn money to escape Fort Stockton and the clutches of her lecherous boss. Circumstances have brought the professional chef to west Texas and left her high and dry.
Distance means nothing to Chance Carlisle when he recalls the beautiful waitress's smile and blue eyes. His brother Clayton doesn't believe in long-distance relationships, even though he is attracted to Lydia, too. Chance offers her a position as their chef, but it's Lydia herself who he wants. Despite numerous disruptions, the attraction between Lydia and Clayton grows, along with her love for Chance, until passion blazes out of control like a Texas wildfire.
Lydia had longed for life in a small town and loves Divine, but there's just one catch. Her overprotective big brothers live in Divine, and there's going to be hell to pay when they find out why she's there.
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November 27, 2011
Hot, Hard and Hexing by Mari Freeman
Links: www.marifreeman.com
Buy: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9693-hot-hard-hexing.aspx
Blurb:
Book two in the Hot, Hard series.
When magic is attracted to magic, it's impossible to ignore…
Sonja Ambercroft's homebody existence is about to change. Drastically. A Dreamstalker has kidnapped her cousin in exchange for a powerful talisman, and Sonja soon finds herself doing things she'd never imagined. Stealing the talisman from her sister? Check. Grappling with Gremlins? Check. Enjoying ridiculously hot visions about a scruffy, sexy mountain man doing untold things to her naked body? Che—
Wait…what? As if she needs that kind of distraction right now! Especially when the stranger's magic stirs her inner Dragon. Not good. A childhood tragedy has made shifting too dangerous. Sonja can't risk letting her Dragon loose, but as the erotic visions transform into real-life fantasies, the beast becomes harder to contain.
Sonja's dangerous adventure will require help from her reclusive mountain man, a Fairy and no less than two queens—one Voodoo, one drag. But ultimately she'll have to trust her other self, let her inner Dragon roar, if she hopes to bring her cousin back alive.
Excerpt: Set up… Sonja is having very naughty sexual psychic visions about Ray Burgess. She has no control over no control over when they come or any clue as to why? But she's learning to like it.
He was nude. Feet straddling her legs as she sat on the blanket. The breeze now skirted over her skin, making the tiny hairs on her stomach quiver. Her nipples tightened. His cock jerked. She wanted to reach up and touch it. She could reach it. He was holding it right there, after all. He wouldn't be all naked and standing over her in a field if he didn't want her to touch it. Would he? Hell, she wanted to do more than touch it. She wanted to lick the beautiful thing. Run her tongue right along that vein that seemed to be pulsing, calling to her. Yup. That's exactly what she wanted to do.
He released his hold and his cock jerked again, bobbed a couple times as if to agree with her thought process. She licked her lips and heard him moan. Maybe he could hear her thoughts. She was naked and sans scars again, in the same field. Why not go for it?
And why back here in this field, too? If this is her fantasy, dream, vision…whatever, why not have him tied up in a soft, comfy bed? She closed her eyes and willed it.
Cynical laughter echoed off in the distance. Her eyes snapped open to see if someone had joined them in her little fantasy world. But before she could look Mari Freeman 40
anywhere, the point was rendered moot. Ray was splayed on the same type of big bed as the one in her hotel room, hands tied with green velvet ropes to the metal vines that twisted into a beautiful arch over the bed.
Sonja reclining next to him. All she could do was study his wonderful cock.
"Sonja." She heard his voice in her head. It was strangely garbled, as if it weren't him speaking. She let her gaze follow the line of his body, admiring his tight abs and strong chest as she made it to his face. His eyes were closed. His head tilted back.
She reached for his stomach, gently grazing her fingers across his heated skin. His olive complexion was a stark difference from the ivory skin of her hand. His muscles tightened under her touch. His hips moved. It was beautiful. She'd never had anyone respond to her that way. She was dripping wet but afraid the vision would disappear again.
He moaned. "Please." The sound of his voice, gravely and needful, pushed her over the edge. She reached out and grabbed his stiff cock. No care for being gentle. If it was her vision, she wanted everything to be her way.
She stroked him, squeezing his length, knowing he liked it a little rough but not knowing how she knew. He bucked. She pulled away. She heard the rush of air leave his lungs before he turned his head toward her and opened his eyes. Those intense, beautiful eyes. He didn't speak. He was begging without begging.
She leaned over him, got on her knees and ran her tongue the length of his cock. Tracing that fat vein just as she had imagined. She circled around the head and back down his shaft. He'd quit moving, letting her control the experience. She took him into her mouth and slid down his shaft as far as she could and rested there, feeling the thickness of him against her throat. The scent of fresh soap teased her senses. He remained unbelievably still.
She wanted a reaction. Sonja lightly moved her tongue back and forth along his heated skin while he was still deep in her mouth. That worked. He jerked, trying to push in farther. She relaxed and let him, holding her breath. It wasn't much, but he was deeper.
In her eagerness, she gave him only a moment to enjoy the sensation. Sonja wanted to be fucked before the vision faded like the others. She was aching with need. Teasing with little flicks of her tongue, she pulled away slowly until he slipped from her lips.
She eased herself over his splayed body, admiring the shape of his thighs, the way his chest had just a sprinkling of hair despite the thick beard. When her gaze made it to his face, his eyes were open. He had the slyest little grin on his face. She reached between her spread legs and grabbed his hard cock. His eyes fluttered and then he blinked to focus back on her. She rubbed his smooth head over her folds to slick his shaft…
Then her body started floating.
"No!" She screamed with her lungs but her body cried out in unison. She wanted him. She needed him. Her surroundings swirled and twisted into a melted array of confusing colors. The laughter she heard earlier seemed louder as it reverberated off into the abyss.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She was back in the tub. Sweating from the heat and the racking need her body was fighting. Her fingers were buried deep in her folds—and someone was banging on the door.
November 18, 2011
Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews
Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews coming December 20, 2011 from Samhain Publishing!
One rope. Three days. And two hearts on the line.
Justin has had enough. Ella, the woman who healed his broken heart, has been cancelling on him for two months straight. Sure, she's busy with her job, which has her traveling far and wide. But that never stopped her from sharing nights of trivia, long conversations and blazing hot sex—until now. Truth to tell, he misses their easy friendship, the way her sighs fill his ear as he fills her body.
What he can't figure out is, what's changed?
At work, Ella finds it easy to talk to rooms full of strangers. Once back at her lonely apartment, though, she's back to her painfully shy self—until Justin. Their chance meeting grew over the months into a year-long affair, but she can't shake the feeling that rejection and pain are just around the corner. Best thing to do? End it now, before their intimacy digs too deep.
Suddenly he's at her door with a length of neon-green rope and a naughty proposition, daring her to say no. Just how good could it be? There's only one way to find out…
Warning: The sheets are tangled, the hat is crumpled, and the jeans are worn low on the hips. The cowboy is hot, determined, and helpless in the face of bunny slippers. Readers may need extra batteries to get this one out of their system.
Naughty Excerpt:
"Gonna have to get you some boots to wear around here. Can't have you walking in those cutesy shoes and fuck-me-heels all the time."
Ella yelped, and her hand flew to the flesh over her heart as she looked over at him. She hadn't heard him coming, hadn't heard… Her gaze immediately began to drink him in. Damn, he looked good all dirty and sweaty in faded jeans that looked about worn through in all the right places and a dark blue T-shirt with faded writing on the front. A tan cowboy hat was plastered to his head and his brown boots were scuffed with dirt and scrapes and well worn. He was every inch a cowboy. He was every inch her cowboy. The reality of that hit her square in the stomach. "What about bunny slippers?"
"Nah, we'll save those. You like to wear those when we fuck."
His outright crudeness should have probably shocked her, but it didn't. "Yeah, okay. Plus, I don't want to get them dirty."
"No more than they already are after last night. Probably made the poor bunnies blush."
"Eh." She shrugged. "They're bunnies. They're used to such things."
He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.. "They better not have seen any action before us last night."
The look in his eyes wasn't a happy, teasing look. Jealousy? It never occurred to her that Justin would ever be jealous of her or that he would think she would have been with someone else all these months. She'd been asked out, but she'd always said noShould she date others? Should she play the field a bit? Maybe it wasn't just Justin who could make her feel the things he did.
As she stood against him, with his arms holding her tight and imprisoned against his body… No, no one else would be able to do for her what he did, and she didn't want to date a bunch of guys in search of something she already had.
"No. No one else has seen me naked with bunny slippers. No one else has had sex with me while I wore my bunny slippers. Only you."
"Good. I might not be too sure about the kinkiness of bunny slippers and sex, but I sure don't want anyone else seeing how sexy and cute you are wearing them when you're naked and wet and have your legs spread wide."
He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, tipping the hat off his head in the process. She caught it before it dropped farther down and placed it on her own head. He smelled like the outdoors—grass, dirt, horses. The ends of his hair dripped sweat and his neck was streaked with dirt, but she didn't care. She slid her hands under his T-shirt, flicked his nipples with her fingers and was rewarded with a bite to her earlobe before sliding her hands around to his back and down to the waistband of his jeans.
He was lean, his body honed from hard work and manual labor, not built in a gym. She'd always liked that about him—that he didn't work behind a desk. It wasn't that she had anything against men in offices; she just liked the blue-collar men, the ones who had physical jobs best. She felt safe with men like that. She felt they could take care of her physically, take care of her if something went wrong and she was in need.
She also realized that that probably sounded silly, but men like Justin with jobs and hobbies such as he had turned her on.
"What're you thinkin'?"
"Huh?" she uttered against his throat.
"Your breathing has gotten all hot and heavy."
"Uh-huh." She nodded and licked a trail up from his Adam's apple to his chin.
"You're playin' with fire, baby." But he slid his hand up into her ponytail just the same.
"You started it." Ella stood on tiptoes and continued licking her way up his chin until she could reach his mouth. He met her in a swirl of tongues. His jeans were loose enough she could slide her hands down inside the back of them to grab and squeeze his ass. His—"You're not wearing any underwear," she whispered against his mouth, continuing to kiss and nibble on his lips.
"Nope," he whispered back, allowing her all the freedom she wanted to explore him.
"Naughty boy."
"You should know."
"Well," she said as she slid her hands around to the front of his jeans, smiling when he sucked in his already flat stomach. She felt the fluttering of his muscles against her fingers and gave a soft purr of delight. She loved the effect she had on him because it mirrored the effect he had on her, "since you're sans underwear, you should be sans jeans too."
Buttons were popped open and denim was urged down his hips just enough for his cock to spring out, the head peeking from the surrounding skin. She wanted to lean over and slide her tongue over the tip, wrap her hand around the shaft and slide the foreskin farther down so she could suck him but good.
"I was right, huh?"
She didn't need to be reminded what he was talking about. "Yeah, you were right." One time early on, he'd told her that once she got a taste and feel for an uncircumcised penis, she'd never want to go back to one that was circumcised. He hadn't been kidding in his boasting and cockiness. She hadn't known what the difference was and because they'd always used condoms during sex, he said she hadn't gotten the full benefit yet of him being uncut.
She hoped one day to find out every inch of the full benefit.
As it was, she didn't think she'd ever get enough of looking at the uncut perfection. His was the first and only uncut penis she'd ever played with or had the pleasure of and she loved it. He seemed to take great pride in the fact he wasn't circumcised. The extra-sensitive head when she touched him, the way the foreskin slid back and forth when he thrust in her hand was an added sexiness she hadn't expected, like an erotic game of peek-a-boo.
She started to kneel. She wanted a taste of him, but he held her up and shook his head. "No time for that, baby. I need to bend you over the railing there and fuck you silly."
Ella pouted but wasn't a bit disappointed. Him fucking her was turning out to be a necessity. Once a day might be enough for right now, but if she spent much more time with him, it wasn't going to be.
He let her go, and she walked over to the log railing of the loft and looked over the edge. Directly below her was a brown couch with tapestry-covered pillows. She couldn't make out the designs but thought they were horse scenes. In the corner of the couch was her laptop bag.
Justin's hand on her hip brought her immediately back to him and what he wanted, what she wanted. She started to take her sweater off, but he stayed her hand there too. "Nope. Just push the pants down enough that I can get to you, and you need to hurry."
She looked over her shoulder to find him slowly stroking the cock she wanted to be on her knees sucking, and for a minute, she thought to do just that no matter what he said, but the look in his eyes kept her on her feet, freeing the snap and lowering the zipper of her brown slacks.
He had them down to her knees and her bent forward before she could take another breath. She heard the foil of a condom rip, heard him mutter how he hated using the damn things, heard his sigh and hiss of pleasure when he reached between her legs and found her, "Wet. Damn, you're so fucking wet, baby. Spread as wide as you can for me."
She did, as wide as her pants around her knees would allow.
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