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Out Now—Fast Lust by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #badboy #biker #sexy #romance

September 8, 2017

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Fast Lust by Lucy Felthouse

Blurb:

When a straitlaced journalist and a fearless motorcycle racer are thrown into an interview together, will they find any common ground? Or are they destined to clash?

Gloria Heath loves her job as a lifestyle journalist. She also loves the perks—free meals, complimentary spa treatments, behind-the-scenes access and more. So when her boss sends her on an assignment to the British Superbikes tournament at Donington Park, she’s less than impressed. Sports are definitely not her thing, and her brief is to find a rider with an interesting back story and write about their journey. But how is she supposed to do that when she really doesn’t care one way or the other?

When she experiences the atmosphere and the racing, however, she starts to see the attraction. Soon after, she finds the perfect case study for her article. Rafe Donovan is fearless, ambitious, and the underdog of the tournament. He’s also drop dead gorgeous. She eagerly sets out to interview him, but soon discovers the bad boy biker is a tough nut to crack. The more she asks questions, the more he shuts down. Throw some chemistry into the mix and things go from bad to worse. Can she get the material she needs, or is her first foray into sports writing doomed to fail?

Note: Fast Lust was previously published in the British Bad Boys Boxed Set.

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*****

Excerpt:

Gloria Heath gaped at her boss, Graeme, unsure if she’d heard him correctly. No, no, she couldn’t have heard him correctly, because she thought he’d said he wanted her to go and cover the first round of the British Superbikes at Donington Park. She shook her head and chuckled. He must have said The Great British Bake Off. That sounded similar, didn’t it?

Graeme frowned. “Something funny, Gloria?”

She snapped her focus back to her editor and smiled. “Sorry. I must be going deaf, or mad, because I thought you said you wanted me to cover some motorbike race.”

His expression was stony. “I did,” he replied coolly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Blinking, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “But I’m a lifestyle reporter. I cover—”

“I’m well aware of what you cover, Gloria. I’ve been your boss for three years—don’t you think I’m familiar with what you write by now?” He sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing, and is way out of your comfort zone, but don’t you think a change would be nice? A bit of a challenge for you?”

Gulping, she replied, “A ch-challenge? Graeme… did I do something wrong?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s an article, Gloria, not a bloody punishment. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your work is exemplary—always has been, and I’m sure it always will be. But I have one of the sports writers off sick, with no one else available to take his place, and not covering the first round of the British Superbikes is tantamount to blasphemy for our motorsport readers.”

A feeling of dread settled in her stomach, making her nauseous. “Do I… have a choice?”

Graeme raised his eyebrows. “I’m an editor, not a dictator. But come on, Gloria, do me a favour here. Like I said, there’s no one else to take his place—you’re the only one with time in your schedule. If I’m not mistaken, the stuff you’re currently working on isn’t time-sensitive. Sunday’s race, however, is.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk, then flashed her a smile. “We’ll even put you up in a nice hotel, right near to the track. One little article, Gloria. You’ll be saving my life. Please.”

Gloria knew when she was beaten. Graeme wouldn’t force her, she knew that, but it was clearly very important to him. And he’d never asked her to do something like this before—he was generally very laid back, and let her get on with writing pretty much whatever she wanted to. So one article out of her comfort zone—albeit way out of her comfort zone—was the least she could do. “All right,” she said resignedly. “I’ll do it, for you. But you have to give me a full briefing on what exactly you’re looking for. The last thing I want is to end up writing something where I’ve taken completely the wrong angle.

“And,” she added, “where the hell is Donington Park, anyway?”

Graeme’s expression turned despairing. “In the Midlands, Gloria. Near Derby and Nottingham. North of Watford Gap.”

“Bloody hell, that’s miles away! Have I got to drive? I’ll need a pool car.”

“Drive, get the train, hell, you can even fly. The circuit’s next door to a bloody airport. I don’t care, as long as you go, all right?”

She folded her arms. “The train will be fine. Though a first class ticket wouldn’t go amiss.”

Graeme rolled his eyes. “Done.”

“And about the briefing…”

“Of course! I wouldn’t send you in there unprepared. Right, you go and carry on with whatever you were doing while I get all the arrangements sorted. Come and see me when you get here tomorrow morning, and we’ll go through everything you need to know.” She nodded and stood up, then turned to leave. “Oh, and Gloria?” She turned back. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, boss. Just don’t make a habit of it, all right?” She winked to show she was joking.

Grinning, he waved a hand at her. “Go on, get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

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Sounds like something you’d do…#MWTease #MFRWAuthor #Polyamory

September 6, 2017

by WebsiteDeveloper

Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

Time for a little back-list love. What if you’re a well-known erotica author, making a good living, and your personal life sucks? That’s our character’s dilemma in Writing Skin (The Diary, Book Two). Luci’s first full length work, a first-person erotic diary, was so authentic her sister believed it and set off to pursue and halt the lecherous professor she was convinced had debauched her younger sister. That story (The Diary, Book One) has its own happy ending, and now her sister wants to fix Luci’s current problem.

EXCERPT

“How long has it been since you’ve even been out with a man?” Kate asked.

“Not long enough.” Luci hugged herself against a shiver. “I don’t seem to have what it takes for a guy to hang around.”

“Nonsense, you probably intimidate the hell out of them. I don’t think I’ve ever known a slip of a woman like you who intimidates so easily. I know, I know,” Kate held up her palm, “you don’t try to intimidate. Most guys probably aren’t accustomed to dating women who write erotica.”

“So true.” Luci grinned. “Had a date ask me to take a taxi home once he heard about my writing. Another wanted me to crawl under the restaurant table and give him head as soon as I told him I wrote erotica.”

“Sounds like something you’d do.”

“In my college days, but even then, I finished my drink before taking on an appetizer.”

BLURB

What would it be like to be romanced by not one but two potential partners, simultaneously? Luci Parker has finally achieved the career of her dreams as an erotica author – but the only romance in her life these days is in the books she writes. Long attracted to both men and women, Luci despairs of ever finding just one person to settle down with.

Owners of a South Side Chicago bookstore, Chai and Frank Ferguson eagerly devour Luci’s books as fast as she can write them, and now they wonder if she might be the woman they’ve been looking for.

Frank is deeply in love with Chai but knows she’ll never be complete without a woman to love as well. Can he match the passion of not one but two exquisite and complicated women at the same time? Will Luci even want him? And if Chai truly falls in love with Luci, will there be room for him?

All three characters in this intense erotic love story wrestle with the meaning of love, lust and commitment as they struggle to find themselves—and each other.

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“Very nice,” he drawled at last… #8Sunday #MFRWAuthor #RomanticSuspense

September 3, 2017

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday. Be sure to visit other participants at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and read and comment on their #8sunday posts.

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Here’s more from Riders Up, Book One – think some sparks are gonna fly? Cassie’s prepping her horse for a race at a small Wyoming race track:

EXCERPT

The handsome stranger walked around the horse. “Very nice,” he drawled at last.

Cassie continued grooming, doing her best to ignore the man.

“You’re gonna wear a hole in that horse with all that hand rubbing,” he commented dryly.

Cassie straightened. Her lips flared. Her cheeks burned as if on fire. Her eyes bore into the man. “And just who the hell are you? And what gives you the right to criticize how I groom my horse? I’ve been tending horses since I was big enough to walk.”

High stakes, a fiery Irish redhead, her stunning racehorse, and a fiercely loyal rancher.

Cassie’s Hope
Series: Riders Up! Book One

B&B Publishing:
November, 2013

Ebook, Paperback
Novel: 71,000 words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Poole
Three flames:

Explicit sex: M/F

BLURB

What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.

Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.

When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.

Can love trump pride?

REVIEW

Five stars at Goodreads: “…I took their journey with them. I felt their pain, their sadness, their struggles, and most of all their love. And that is the mark of a truly good book.” Faith

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Every step counts… #health #boomers #MFRWAuthor

September 2, 2017

by WebsiteDeveloper

Are you interested in your health? How much time do you spend thinking about it on a daily basis?

More important, how much time do you invest in doing something about it on a daily basis?

When I was in my twenties, I probably didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, though through a quirk of fate (friends in college in the 60s) I’d already developed a daily exercise program.

We got excited about the RCAF routine and got together in the dorm halls (not co-ed, in those days 😊) most evenings to run through the 10 minute routine. It stuck with me. I liked what it did for my body – probably more motivated by what I wanted to look like than health concerns in those days!

But as I’ve grown older (Baby Boomer, here), my health concerns and activities have increased. Though each of my parents lived a very long time (95 and 101), both developed forms of dementia late in life: My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and needed care for her symptoms for her last five years, during most of which time she didn’t know who I was (or her husband, either). My dad’s was more classic age-related dementia, and he continued to know me (the “blue-eyed” daughter), remembered raunchy jokes from his youth, and kept his assisted living staff entertained and engaged by laughing with them often. If I have a choice, I’d prefer his trajectory.

Fast forward to today: Each time a new link surfaces with information about preventing Alzheimer’s and dementia, I’m all over it in a flash. Whatever my genes have in store for me down the road, it’s clear a great deal is within my control. At the very least, if this is my future, I can delay onset and significantly decrease symptoms through how I live on a daily basis. And even if my genes aren’t poised to take me there, I’ll experience vastly greater quality of life through my remaining years.

So I’m going to take up blogging about it again. If you’re interested in what I’ve had to say about it in the past, you can explore the Stay Sexy column we published in 2013 and 2014.

My new series of posts will have the somewhat broader focus of overall health, though of course you can count on us to never ignore sex 😊. I’ll share tips, new research, what has worked for both halves of Adriana Kraft, what hasn’t, and opportunities for guests who have a similar focus. Drop us a line (use the contact button in the r.h. sidebar) and tell us what you’d like to blog about as our guest.

For today, I’m sticking to counting steps. FitBit has sold millions of step counters with its campaign about the benefits of walking 10,000 steps a day. Is the hype true? The answer, in general, is yes. A 2017 HuffPo article supports the benefits, with some caveats that are worth noting: slow steps don’t have the same benefit as a faster pace, and there’s no magic threshold at 10,000. More is simply better.

After researching step-counters, I invested in a FitBit Charge 2 (Mr. Kraft gave it to me last Christmas, actually). I love it. I always know where I am relative to my goals. What I especially appreciate is being reminded to move – at least 250 steps – every hour. I spend much of my day sitting at the computer (imagine that!). Not moving, it turns out, can be lethal.

What’s more, I’ve discovered that the bottom threshold, for me, happens at about 8,000 steps. If I get less than that in a day, I feel more sluggish, less energized, and less alert the next day (and Mr. Kraft is far more likely to beat me at WordStreak). I’m on much more of an even keel if I’ve reached at least that much, though my goal continues to be more. Every step counts.

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I’m sure you play the captive role superbly… #MWTease #MFRWAuthor

August 30, 2017

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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

So much seduction – sometimes in A Woman for Zachary, it’s difficult to discern who is seducing whom. In today’s excerpt, we drop in on Josie and Meg, but who is the pursuer? They’re at a cafe after rehearsal…

EXCERPT

Meg tingled as Josie’s dark eyes snapped at her. The taller woman’s long nose twitched and her broad mouth broke into a grin, suggesting that she enjoyed this stage of the game as much as Meg usually did. Still, Meg cautioned herself to tread carefully. She wasn’t accustomed to playing the role of being seduced. “So how long have you known Zach?”

Josie’s chin jerked up. Meg doubted the woman had been thinking about Zachary Cullen.

“Maybe ten years or so,” Josie said smoothly, showing no evidence of discomfort. “He sought me out after coming to a performance I directed. He’d heard on the street that I was particularly good with young talent and wanted to know if I’d help a young woman he’d discovered in Nebraska, I think.”

“So I’m not the first.” Meg scowled, hoping that wasn’t a look of sympathy crossing Josie’s face. “I didn’t expect I was,” she quickly added.

Josie shook her head. Her long flowing dark hair flipped from side to side. “You’re not the first, though you are only the third young girl he’s referred to me over that period. So there haven’t been hordes. Of course I don’t keep track of his activities. There may have been others he hasn’t brought to me, but I don’t know of any.”

“So what happens to these young women when Zach grows tired of them?” Meg’s fingers curled around a napkin, and she didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t keep the acid from her voice. She thought she was a better actress than that.

“Don’t get too upset with Zach. He doesn’t hold anyone captive.” Josie arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’re free to leave whenever you want to.”

“Of course I am.” Meg didn’t like Josie’s maternal tone. “When I ask Zach to tie me up, he only uses scarves.” Meg hid a smile when Josie’s eyes rounded and the woman involuntarily wet her lips. Maybe she’d remember why they were sharing a drink. It wasn’t for Josie to defend Zach.

Josie’s mouth turned up in a smile. “I’m sure you play the captive role superbly.”

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

A Woman for Zachary

Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two

Erotic Romance Ménage

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August 4, 2017

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Zachary Cullen has ignored Josette Patrice’s overtures for years, but she agrees to take on his latest protégé-slash-arm-candy Meghan Keenan in her off-Broadway workshop theater. Though the girl has incredible talent, Josie would stake her reputation on that little thing being a switch-hitter, like herself, and she doesn’t want Zach to be duped. Josie sets out to seduce Meg and expose her for what she is, but all bets are off when Meg turns the tables on Josie to hook her up with Zach.

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Her toes curled involuntarily… #Sunday8 #MFRWAuthor #RomanticSuspense

August 27, 2017

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EXCERPT

The cowboy stepped closer. Cassie could make out a scowl. Dark eyes snapped a foreboding anger. Raven black hair framed chiseled features, searing them into Cassie’s brain. Her toes curled involuntarily. She rubbed Hope’s coat vigorously. Who the hell was he? And to top it off, he didn’t even seem to notice her. His eyes appraised only the horse.

High stakes, a fiery Irish redhead, her stunning racehorse, and a fiercely loyal rancher.

Cassie’s Hope
Series: Riders Up! Book One

B&B Publishing:
November, 2013

Ebook, Paperback
Novel: 71,000 words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Poole
Three flames:

Explicit sex: M/F

BLURB

When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.

Can love trump pride?

REVIEW

Five stars at Goodreads: “…I took their journey with them. I felt their pain, their sadness, their struggles, and most of all their love. And that is the mark of a truly good book.” Faith

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“But you’re not safe?” #MWTease #MFRWAuthor #Menage

August 16, 2017

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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

Do you love New York? We do, though we don’t get there as often now that our son has moved to the West coast. To compensate, we gave our heroine, Meghan Keenan, his former Brooklyn walk-up apartment (over a laundromat, no less) in a marvelous culturally diverse funky neighborhood not far from the site of the old Brooklyn Dodgers stadium, long since transformed into an upscale shopping mall.

Today’s excerpt from our latest release, A Woman for Zachary, comes as our threesome takes a break from ice skating in Central park.

EXCERPT

The following Saturday, Meg sat on a warming bench next to Josie and they both watched Zach’s blue hooded jacket disappear in the crowd of skaters as he made his way to the men’s room. “Zach hasn’t lost the touch with ice skates,” Meg said. “He’s good on his feet.”

“Apparently he grew up skating the lakes and rivers near where you were raised,” Josie replied. “But you never knew him back there.”

“Nope. Of course, we were raised decades apart. I only met him when he came into the bank to make a deposit and we struck up a rather innocent conversation. Then he came to see me at the Community Playhouse.” She smiled at Josie. “And that was the beginning of what led me here, and to you.”

Josie clasped her gloved hand. “I’m glad Zach had the good sense to bring you to me.”

“Me, too.” Meg squeezed their fingers. “So why do you suppose Zach prefers young women?”

Josie’s mouth turned up into a broad smile. “That’s easy. Of course, I’ve had much longer to ponder that question than you have. Let’s give Zach credit, though. He is genuinely interested in trying to discover promising talent for the stage. That’s a passion for him that runs as deep as any other passion he might have.”

“Do you realize that if I ever say anything slightly critical about Zach, you rush to his defense?”

“I don’t.” Josie turned away to watch skaters making their way along on the ice. “You must be wrong.”

“I’m not, but I won’t debate that point. But you didn’t answer why he prefers girls to women his age.”

“Because girls are safer. You’re safe. Don’t get me wrong—Zach adores you. But he also knows you don’t see any kind of long-run future with him. He can have a good time with you, and you with him, without unwanted strings or expectations.”

“But you’re not safe?”

This time Josie held her gaze.

Meg couldn’t remember when she’d witnessed such sadness.

“No, I must be too old to be safe.” Josie shrugged. “That’s the way it is.”

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

A Woman for Zachary

Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two

Erotic Romance Ménage

eXtasy Books

August 4, 2017

Four Flames:

Explicit Sex, MF, FF;

Ménage, FFM, FMF;

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What telltale signs had he seen? #8Sunday #MFRWAuthor #Polyamory

August 13, 2017

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We’re continuing with a little backlist love. A few weeks ago we featured The Diary, which introduced Kate’s younger sister, Luci, as the diarist who sent her older sister on an erotic wild goose chase. Luci soon demanded her own story, and Writing Skin was the result.

Today’s ten sentences are taken from the erotic novel Luci writes during the book, “Watching.”

EXCERPT

Edie stared out the window of her north side apartment through the Monet raindrops trying to get her bearings. Her lover of three years had just told her that morning of a long held fantasy—he wanted to watch her make love to another woman.

Hugging herself, Edie thought she should be more shocked or offended. She’d never been with a woman. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it or even had the opportunity; one of her best friends was bi and had talked openly about a liaison more than once, but she hadn’t been ready to take that leap.

How did Jake know she’d been having night time dreams about Angela lately? Had she talked in her sleep? Had he been watching her that closely? What telltale signs had he seen? More than one morning she’d awakened with aching, sticky loins

BLURB

All three characters in this intense erotic love story wrestle with the meaning of love, lust and commitment as they struggle to find themselves—and each other.

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Devil’s Run by Beverley Oakley On Tour #MFRWAuthor

August 11, 2017

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Devil’s Run
Scandalous Miss Brightwells series

By Beverley Oakley

Beverley is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

BLURB:

A rigged horserace and a marriage offer riding on the outcome. When Miss Eliza Montrose unexpectedly becomes legal owner of the horse tipped to win the East Anglia Cup, her future is finally in her hands – but at what cost?

George Bramley, nephew to the Earl of Quamby, will wager anything. Even his future bride.

Miss Eliza Montrose will accept any wager to be reunited with the child she was forced to relinquish after an indiscretion — even if it means marrying a man she does not love.

But with her heart suddenly engaged by handsome, charming Rufus Patmore who has just bought a horse from her betrothed George Bramley in whose household her son lives as a pauper child, the outcome of the wager is suddenly fraught with peril.

**This is book 3 in the Scandalous Miss Brightwells series, though it can be read as a stand-alone.

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

“And there’s nothing else you’d like, my dear? No?” Straightening after receiving a polite rebuff, George Bramley found it an effort to keep the syrup in his tone. His bride-to-be had not even looked at him as she’d declined the piece of marchpane he’d been certain would win him at least a smile.

Hovering at her side, he weighed up the advantages of a gentle rebuke, then decided against it. Until yesterday, he’d thought her quiet demeanour suggested a charmingly pliant nature. Now he was not so sure. In fact, suddenly, he was not sure of anything.

“A glass of lemonade, perhaps, my angel? Or a gentle stroll?”

“I would prefer to be left alone.” Miss Montrose waved a languid hand in his general direction, while she continued to gaze at the still lake beside which their picnic party had situated itself.

The languid arm-wave had not even been accompanied by a demure thank you as subtle acknowledgement of her gratitude that not only had Mr Bramley, heir to a viscountcy, stepped in to rescue Miss Eliza Montrose from impoverishment, he was prepared to treat her publicly as if she were as fine a catch as he could have made.

A soft titter brought his head round sharply, but the ladies behind him, bent over the latest Ackerman’s Repository, appeared occupied with their own gossip as they lounged on cushions beneath the canopy that had been erected to protect them from the sun.

Awkwardly, he looked for occupation as he continued to eye his intended with a mixture of irritation and desire—both lustful desire, and the desire to put her in her place.

The idea of the latter made him harden. She was beautiful, this quiet, apparently retiring, young woman who said so little, but whose eyes spoke such volumes. The afternoon sun glinted on her honey-gold hair and imbued her porcelain skin with a warm glow. The skin that he could see, at any rate.

He pushed back his shoulders. On their wedding night in six weeks, when he’d at last take possession of her, he’d rip that modesty to shreds. The skin she was so at pains to hide would be his, not only to see, but to caress and taste. When she was his wife, the beautiful, distant Miss Eliza Montrose would no longer get away with paying George Bramley so little attention. No, he’d have her screaming and writhing at his command. He would make her like the things he did to her; or at least, show him she did if she enjoyed harmony as much as she appeared to. None of this languid reclining like a half-drugged princess in his presence. He’d keep her on her toes, ready to leap to his bidding at the sound of his footstep. She’d learn to be grateful.

Feeling ignored and superfluous, he turned to his uncle’s detestable wife, Lady Quamby, and said with a smile, “Perhaps you and Miss Montrose would like to accompany me to the turret. Since you appear to have enjoyed this new novel, Northanger Abbey, so much, you might be interested to know there is an excellent view of the ruined monastery not far from here.”

He was just priding himself on being so attuned to the feminine inclination for pleasure, when Lady Quamby half turned and sent him a desultory smile. “Oh, I think Miss Eliza looks perfectly comfortable, and Fanny and I are having such a lovely little coze.” As if imitating Miss Montrose, she waved a languid hand in his general direction. “Why don’t you take Mr Patmore off to see it? The two of you can tell us all about it when you return.”

The fact that Miss Montrose didn’t deign to even speak for herself, much less glance in his direction, sent the blood surging to Bramley’s brain. By God, when he was married to Eliza Montrose, the limpid look of love so lacking now would be pasted onto her face every time he crossed her line of vision. She’d soon learn what was good for her.

He inclined his head, hiding his fury, and was on the point of leaving when Lady Quamby’s sister, Fanny —for he’d be damned if he’d accord the little strumpet the title of Lady Fenton—leapt up from her chair. She’d been poring over the latest fashions, but now she smiled brightly up at him.

“I’ll come with you, Cousin George. We’ll have an excellent view of the children learning to row from the battlements. I told Nanny Brown she could take them in the two boats if they’d been good.”

Bramley stared down her liveliness. In fact, he was about to give up the idea of going up to the battlements altogether when his other guest, Rufus Patmore, suddenly rose and joined Fanny’s side with a late and unexpected show of enthusiasm.

“Capital idea!” declared Rufus.

George flashed them both a dispassionate look. He’d chosen to invite his betrothed, Miss Montrose—whose chaperone was currently tucked up in the green bed chamber nursing a head cold—to be his guest at his uncle’s estate, Quamby House, after receiving intelligence that Ladies Quamby and Fenton would be safely in London with their husbands and children. Instead, the brazen Brightwell sisters—as they’d infamously been called when he’d first made their acquaintance—had altered their plans, and were now in dogged attendance, reminding him as they always had, of some awful tenacious climbing plant, determined to find a foothold wherever they could in order to rise in the world.

Rufus, a last-minute addition and acquaintance from his club, Boodles, was here because he’d just purchased a horse from Bramley the night before. Now, Rufus was gazing at Lady Fenton, with the same dewy-eyed fondness George was used to seeing reflected in the eye of his uncle, the Earl of Quamby, who called the Brightwell sisters his precious rose-buds. To George, they were common dandelions! And now they had overridden Quamby House, the rambling Queen Anne manor house and estate that would have passed to George the moment his uncle quit this mortal coil, were it not for the snotty-nosed infant Lady Quamby had borne far too early in her marriage to George’s uncle.

George shook his head. He’d changed his mind. Only, there was Rufus striding across the lawn, skirting the lake with Fanny at his side, and George didn’t want to be seen as petulant for having offered the suggestion in the first place. Or have his snubbed and ignored status so much on parade, since the two remaining ladies—Miss Montrose and Lady Quamby—had their heads bent together in deep discussion, with no apparent interest in seeking his company.

By God, he thought, clenching his fists as he set off after them at a brisk trot, they’d all rue the day they showed George Bramley so little respect.

Other Books in the Series:

Book 1: Rake’s Honour

Book 2: Rogue’s Kiss

Book 3: Devil’s Run

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Author Info:

Beverley Oakley was seventeen when she bundled up her first her 500+ page romance and sent it to a publisher. Unfortunately drowning her heroine on the last page was apparently not in line with the expectations of romance readers so Beverley became a journalist.

Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea.

Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery, intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose – it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch.

Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth century lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli.

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August 9, 2017

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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

We’re thrilled Extasy Books is re-releasing our Meghan’s Playhouse series, which has been unavailable for over four years. When we started writing Book One, Seducing Cat, we simply planned an erotic romp and set about creating a scenario that would bring two women and one man together for some hot ménage scenes. But those three characters insisted on having more meaning, and it wasn’t long before we had a series outlined. Seducing Cat earned five stars at The TBR Pile, and Book Two, A Woman for Zachary, was just released last Friday.

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

A Woman for Zachary

Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two

Erotic Romance Ménage

eXtasy Books

August 4, 2017

Four Flames:

Explicit Sex, MF, FF;

Ménage, FFM, FMF;

Sex toys

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“I’m leaving tomorrow for a couple weeks.” Zach eyed Josie as if she’d just agreed to watch out for his interests while he was gone. “I trust you, Josie. I know Meg is in good hands with you. If there’s anyone in the theater world who can develop raw talent into a star, it’s you.”

Josie flushed under his rare attempt at flattery. She knew he respected her work, but he seldom tried to voice it. At last she nodded. “I do my best. Meg has the innate talent, but she’ll have to want to work very hard to develop it. What I offer can do little if she doesn’t have the desire.”

“I know. I think she does.” His shoulders slumped a little. “But she can be flighty.” He gave her an awkward smile. “Guess that may be a factor of age—or maybe it’s simply part of being female.”

“You,” Josie said, rapping her fist against his firm chest.

He grabbed her wrist. “Sometimes I think you’re as much of a spitfire as she is. Anyhow, I have to go. I’ll leave Meg in your capable hands.” Zach narrowed his eyes. “Let me know if she strays. I’m not about to tolerate that. I’ll let her go when I’m ready.”

Yanking her hand out of his grasp, Josie retreated a step. “I will not be your spy. If she wants to fuck every man and woman in New York, that’s her business. And if she does, I’ll never tell.”

Laughter rumbled from Zach’s diaphragm. “It always amazes me how you women stick together. And I don’t believe even our Meg can do the entire population of New York City in two weeks. So long. Have fun.”

Josie fumed as Zach turned away and headed for the foyer. She let him go. She had nothing to gain by pursuing him.

She turned back toward the stage.

Damn, did he only see her as some sort of surrogate mother? And Zach’s ego aside, she highly doubted Meg had remained faithful during his many forays across the country. Most likely faithfulness had never even crossed the mind of the free-spirited Meg Keenan. Josie might not know her as well as Zach did, but in some ways, perhaps, she knew her better. After all, they were both women.

She let her gaze slide over the young woman, appraising her afresh. Even in jeans and a loose sweater, Meg exuded sex. Her ass curved so seductively. Her breasts bobbed ever so slightly as she moved across the stage. Her smile must light up lovers as well as audiences.

“Yes,” Josie murmured to herself. “You have lots of potential.” Josie’s hands warmed as she allowed herself to briefly imagine learning the curves of the young woman’s body.

Her breath caught in her windpipe. Zach was leaving Meg in her good hands. She shut her eyes and opened them slowly. Maybe she should show Zach just how faithful his young sprite could be—that knowledge might save him considerable pain down the road.

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