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Guest Harry Blue ~ I Love Writing Erotic


It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it…Today we’re thrilled to welcome British author Harry Blue! His newest release is based in Las Vegas, one of our all-time fave spots (both to write and to visit). Without further ado, take it away, Harry!

I have been writing for many years, starting with comedy in the 1980s, when I used to write for London Weekend Television and Radio 4.

Having been a seaside hotelier, I initially wrote a book entitled How Not to Run a Hotel, but then won a writing competition, with first prize £100 plus a commission to write a 40,000 word erotic book. It was to be my inspiration.

Like most teenagers in the 1960s I used to read Adam, Spic, and any magazine I could lay my hands on, so when the chance came to actually write erotic, I grabbed it. A blank canvas, my decision as to subject, no editorial interference, so as I had been to Las Vegas three times, that had to be my location.

It wasn’t difficult to sit down and write a plot, obviously the hero had to be really good looking, his partner had to meet the same criteria. I wanted them to be in a partnership relationship, but how to get them to Vegas? They had to fulfil more fantasy by winning the lottery. Then to complete the plot, they had to have sex in multiple locations, be in danger with the suspense, maybe a happy ending, also with a huge blackjack tournament.

But the main requirement was they had to fuck each other silly all the time within the confines of a good plot. Hence Hot Vegas.

Hero Jeff has been with Prudence for quite some time, Prudence doesn’t know if she wants to marry him, he doesn’t know if he wants to ask her, but they both know that they have been together for sufficient time for them to know each others’ bodies so well, sexual desires and fantasies could be anticipated, while no familiarity could make their fucking boring. They loved giving each other surprises.

A good example is the start, where they are in bed, Sunday morning, he’s looking at the sports pages – Fulham have drawn again – and she’s checking the lottery ticket. Amazing, they’ve won a large sum, which we never learn, simply because even though it’s life-changing, I want them to return after Vegas to a comfortable working life.

Prudence rings up the lottery HQ to get confirmation that they have won, so while she’s deep breathing on the phone, he’s pulled the duvet back, giving her a superb oral climax. Good job that the phone wasn’t skype.

They win in Vegas playing the tables, using the winnings to upgrade their accommodation, so they can fuck each other in more fantasy locations. Jeff gets kidnapped by the mafia when he gets confused for an Australian rock group’s drug runner – you have to read the book to follow the plot – and the FBI are involved with the shooting and murders at the Grand Canyon leaving you wanting more.

You get more when they end up at an off strip casino playing in the largest big money blackjack tournament the Strip has ever seen. Do they win? Buy Hot Vegas and find out.

Hot Vegas is only the first in the ‘Hot’ series, Hot Hits is number two, completely new plot, with Roger the 21 year old stud walking into the bedroom of a lady in her mid 40s who is staying at his parent’s small hotel. She’s come out of the shower, takes one look, and it’s a long time before he’s allowed out. Roger starts going out with Sue, who plays in the local silver band, which has been taken over by Cedric for illegal purposes. Sue is a trumpet player, so has a very mobile mouth that she puts to very good use and Roger’s advantage. She loves to swallow, licking her lips in appreciation. There’s danger when Cedric joins Club Sadist, torturing people on stage, with Roger strapped in chains. Is he saved by Sue? Is he saved by the cougar? Is he saved by the beautiful 28 year old professional contract killer? Is he saved at all?

I have already started Hot MILF. Yes, it’s more of the same, great sex, with danger, intrigue, and more than one climax.

*****

‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.

Hot Vegas is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and all other good eBook retailers.

*****

I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.

It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.

The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.

I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com

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Dylan and Rainie’s Turn to Talk


Today we’re thrilled to welcome back Brenda Woody and Steve Tindle! Like us, they’re a couple writing erotic romance together. It seems the characters from their latest release dropped by to chat with them…Be sure to scroll down for their giveaway. Contest runs all week!

Dylan and Rainie’s Turn to Talk ~ Characters Interview: Rainie’s Lake by Brenda Woody & Steve Tindle

Thank you for joining us today as we chat with Dylan and Rainie on the porch at the cabin.  This is our first interview with characters and they both let us know they wanted to chat! Now, we won’t allow them to give spoilers away, but we do hope you’ll come to love these two as we do. And we’re featuring a giveaway! Details below.

We’re sitting here enjoying the breathtaking view of the pine trees and the serene mountains. Dylan is making us coffee. He’s such the host! Rainie will be here soon.

Later if you want to stretch your legs and walk about, you’ll probably find Rainie down by the lake. She wanders in the fog early mornings and before dusk. Be careful by the lake’s edge, the fog is thick and the water is freezing this time of year. The dock would be the safest place to stand and chat with her one on one.

Ah, here’s Dylan now with steaming mugs to go around. Thanks Dylan!

Brenda & Steve: Dylan, we hope you’re enjoying your vacation. Tell us a little bit about you and your job as an art instructor.

Dylan: You’re welcome and actually I am! Well, *chuckles* I’m really pretty boring. I love to fish so when I saw the ad for the cabin with the private dock, and the spectacular view, I knew this place was my destination. I teach at the local arts and design college within a few miles of my home. Every quarter, I have the pleasure of instructing very gifted students; about 15 to 20 in the class. I guess being one of the youngest instructors helps too. My students and I really connect.

Brenda & Steve: We did hear the fishing is good in these parts. What prompted this alone time?

Dylan: This vacation was long over due since I haven’t taken time for myself in four years. As you can see it’s a beautiful area for an artist to get the creative juices flowing. I hoped to find inspiration to put the brush to canvas and I did. *grins*

Brenda & Steve: We see the grin on your face. And here’s the reason! Hi Rainie, glad you could join us.

*Dylan stands and offers Rainie his chair*

Rainie: *smiles and sits, pulling the hood away from her head* Hi Brenda and Steve!

*Dylan rests his hand on her shoulder. Rainie places her hand over his, giving it a squeeze*

Brenda & Steve: Rainie, you’re from this area. Tell us a little bit about yourself and growing up here.

Rainie: I grow up in the next town. After I graduated from college, I returned and taught at the grammar school. My parents rented this cabin a few times when I was a little girl. I have wonderful memories of playing out by the dock and on the lake that I try to keep in the forefront of my mind because there’s a sad memory here too. *tightens her grip on Dylan’s hand*

Brenda & Steve:*sighs* We know there are good times and bad times here, so let’s keep the chat in a happy mode for now. Dylan, what was it about Rainie that drew you to her?

Dylan: *takes a lingering glance at Rainie* Her eyes captured me. They’re a beautiful green and get darker depending on her mood. Oh, and her smile which reaches her eyes first.  Ummm, her butt too; I loved watching her walk away but hoped she would always return. *winks at Rainie*

Brenda & Steve: That’s so sweet and romantic! Rainie, same question to you. What drew you to Dylan?

Rainie: *blushes* Dylan, you just had to add how much you liked my backside! Let’s see, he makes great coffee, don’t you think! *laughs* His boyish good looks, sandy hair and his kindness.  I’ve never met a man as kind and giving as Dylan.

Brenda & Steve: Dylan, you did find your inspiration since you’ve been here. What are you going to paint?

Dylan: A portrait of Rainie, of course. I’ll hang it on the wall so if and when I return, she’ll always be in the cabin.

Brenda & Steve: (Brenda) *sniffs, noticing the sad look on Rainie’s face* Okay, I’m getting teary-eyed all over again. Rainie and Dylan, thank you for chatting with us today. We want to leave before the fog rolls in.

Rainie: *stands* Thank you Brenda and Steve. I need to take my walk near the lake. Dylan, we’ll work on the sketch later this evening? 

Dylan: *rises, takes Rainie’s hand and softly kisses her lips* Sure Rainie. Just a few more touches and I’ll be ready to paint. Bye Brenda and Steve, thanks for stopping by.

*Before walking towards their car, Brenda & Steve watch the intimate exchange between the lovers*

Taking a long over due vacation, Art Instructor, Dylan Bishop is eager to start his trip to the cabin in the mountains. When he saw the photo online with the rental ad, he knew this was his destination. Being drawn to the lake nestled behind the cabin with a private dock, Dylan hopes to regain his inspiration to paint.

His vacation takes an erotic turn when he meets Rainie Marks on a foggy morning by the dock. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. However, there is sadness and a mystery about her. Finding his inspiration, he sketches her one evening and unable to resist the passion that has sparked between them, Rainie and Dylan share a sensual night together.

When Rainie tells him the truth about her past and the lake, the mystery she hides unfolds. The key to everything is the lake. Will Dylan be able to help her put the past to rest?

~ A yummy erotic tale with paranormal features, I loved this book! ~ Adriana Kraft

~ This was an excellent story! Well-written with interesting characters, a great plot and wonderful descriptions. ~ Carol Conley, Voracious Reader

~ One of the best romance and mystery stories I ever read. ~Ray Sostre, After Dark Online

~ Woody and Tindle outshine themselves in this heartwarming story that will tug at your heartstrings. ~ Tonya Kinzer

Buy links:

Amazon   Smashwords

All Romance     B&N

Now that you’ve met Rainie and Dylan from Rainie’sLake, we’d like to share a bit about our future releases.

We’re currently working on Triangle of Secrets, Book Two featuring Morgan, Vivian and Kirk. For those of you that read Book One, you’ve met Morgan and Kirk is Scott’s dad. Vivian is an old flame of Kirk’s. Ummm, makes for an interesting triangle; wouldn’t you say?

Scarlett’s Cowboy will be released later in the year. We’ve had this book on the burner long enough. On our blog, you can read an excerpt under the tab Works in Progress.

Savannah’s Dream, an Erotic Paranormal.

Newlyweds Jaque and Trevor move toSavannah after they find the perfect colonial house to live and open their Bed & Breakfast. But after they move in strange things start happening. Trevor is haunted with torrid dreams. Jaque is trying her best to ignore all the activity.

When they hire a medium, they meetSavannah; a young girl haunting the house. Is Savannaha a welcomed spirit or will it become dangerous to keep her around?

Savannah’s Dream will be the first installment in our Haunted B&B Series.

And we have an erotic time travel in notes. No title yet, but we’ll give you a teaser!

Assistant Curator Layla Massri is ecstatic when she is asked to display and maintain the Hellenistic Egyptian exhibit; her first event to oversee at theDallasMuseum. The most appealing ancient artifact is Cleopatra’s beautiful chaise lounge. Layla, being half-Egyptain herself, is drawn to lie upon the chaise one night after the museum closes.

And we’re bringing Dylan back as well as another character in Rainie’s Gift.

Adriana, thank you for having us on your blog all week. We’ll gift an eBook copy of Rainie’s Lake to TWO lucky commenters (coupon from Smashwords – format winners’ choice).

BIO:

Brenda Woody & Steve Tindle is a couple writing Erotica and Erotic Romance. Their stories give readers the perspective of both male and female point of view. Not all of their stories have a happy ever after ending, but the sex scenes are hot! Brenda & Steve love to explore different writing styles in the Erotic genre. With dark fantasies, ménage relationships, deep sexual desires and a bit of paranormal, they write erotic that is passionate and spellbinding.

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Release Blitz: Perfect Mate by Mina Carter


Monsters do exist…and they’re the good guys.

Lillian Rosewood leads an ordinary, boring life working as the manager of a psychiatric hospital. The highlights of her day, other than her skinny hot chocolate, are the hunky guards who work in the secure section. Until a late night emergency is wheeled in.

Captain Jack Harper is insane, drop-dead gorgeous…and just had his abdomen shredded. Despite the fact they’re not an emergency room, Lillian can’t turn him away and risk a death on her hands. Unable to get the handsome soldier out of her mind, Lillian sneaks into the restricted area to check on him. What she finds is beyond belief. Somehow Jack has managed to heal himself from a near fatal wound in mere hours.

When one of the doctors, Walker, attempts to rape her, things go from bad to worse. In the blink of an eye, Jack is loose and Walker is dead… and Lillian must accept a truth about her rescuer that will change her world forever. What if the patients aren’t insane? What if their stories of secret government experiments and monsters are true?

Warning: Contains blood, mayhem and nude werewolves operating heavy weaponry. Large amounts of sarcasm, and smart-ass vampires may offend some readers. No civilian hospital staff were harmed in the making of this story.

More info and buy links: http://mina-carter.com/bookshelf/paranormal-romance/perfect-mate/

Copyright © 2012 Mina Carter
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

She couldn’t believe she was crying. Lillian didn’t cry. Ever. She was tougher than that. Tougher than the stereotypical little woman who fell apart at the first sign of danger… Or the mother who couldn’t cope after the death of her husband and hightailed it to her lover with teary demands to “make the nightmare go away,” and conveniently forgot the fact she’d left her baby daughter behind.

She was not that woman, nor anything like her.

Once in the corridor, away from the stench of death and the sight of all that black, wrong blood, she stepped away from Jack and swiped at her tears with the back of her hand. Despite the fact he’d just killed a man, there was something about him that made her feel safe. Safe with a murderer. Okay, now she knew she was losing it. Perhaps insanity ran in her family and they’d just never told her?

“I’m sorry. I’m not normally like this,” she apologized as she looked up and offered a small, teary smile. Her mouth already open to explain, she stopped.

He was gorgeous.

She’d known that. When they’d brought him in, her mind had told her that he was sex on a stick. But he’d been injured, a patient. Even though she was the hospital manager, she was bound by the patient-doctor thing, surely? The one that said “thou shalt not lust after the patients”.

Now though, without all the blood and the ragged uniform—even in the hospital gown that did nothing for anyone—he was so good-looking it took her breath away. She shook her head slightly, waiting for the hidden cameras and some cheesy reality show host to burst out of the supply cabinet in the corridor next to them. He couldn’t be for real. Soldiers just didn’t look that good.

With warm amber eyes set above sharp cheekbones, his face was bisected by a strong, straight nose over sensually full lips. A severe buzz-cut merely highlighted his attractiveness, concentrating all attention on his face. He should be strutting his stuff on a catwalk, not getting down and dirty playing soldier.

Her eyes travelled downward, and the rest of him more than fulfilled the promise of his face. He was toned…hell no, he was ripped. Even his muscles had muscles. Tall and broad shouldered, he was built like a quarterback, and his life had obviously been one of violence. Old scars dotted his skin like a mad artist had gone to town with his body as the canvas.

“I know you’re not. You’re strong.”

His words drew her attention back to his face. His eyes were blue again. He smiled, which almost robbed her of reason, but she held onto the thought for grim death. No one’s eyes changed that fast. What the hell have they done to him?

“Your eyes… What the hell are you?”

The smile turned cold, his features freezing around it and locking it into place. In hindsight, perhaps a demand for information wasn’t the best way to deal with this, especially after what had gone on in the room behind them. Walker was slumped, dead, but somehow she knew Jack wouldn’t hurt her.

He moved toward her. Only three steps, but with those blue eyes intent upon her, it seemed more like a stalk. With every movement he made, her instincts screamed “predator”.

She held her ground, tilting her head to look at him as he neared. He stopped inches away from her, so close the heat of his body beat at her skin even through her clothing and his gown.

“We don’t have time for this, Lilly.”

He lifted a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As though he couldn’t stop touching her, he stroked a gentle finger down her cheekbone to the corner of her lips. It took everything she had not to turn her head and press into the small caress, but she held true to her purpose, her eyes on his.

“Make time.”

His lips quirked, and everything female in her went into meltdown. He had to know the effect he had on women, so she ignored the reaction and met him look for look.

“Stubborn little minx.”

She choked. “What did you call me?”

“Minx,” he repeated, lowering his head and brushing his lips over hers to silence her. As a tactic, it worked. The first touch of his lips, warm and firm over hers, was like setting light to kindling. Heat flared and caught, racing through her body like wildfire.

She moaned, unable to stop her lips parting automatically in invitation. No matter what her mind was screaming about the dead guy in the next room and the possibility the hunk stood in front of her wasn’t just human, her body knew what it wanted, and what it intended to get.

He didn’t pass up the invitation. Groaning, he moved closer and deepened the kiss. With a ruthless sweep of his tongue, he parted her lips farther and slid into the softer recesses of her mouth. She shivered, hot and cold chills chasing over her skin as he kissed her in the darkness of the corridor.

She’d been kissed before and, as she’d thought anyway, she’d been kissed well. This was something else entirely. He kissed her as if there was nothing else in the world. As if she was his sun, his moon and stars…his everything. He didn’t kiss her, he made love to her with his lips and tongue.

Abruptly he broke away, tearing his mouth from hers. With a groan of frustration, he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers.

“I don’t want to let you go.” The tone in his voice pulled on her heartstrings. “When they brought me in, there was just pain and blood…so much blood. Darkness was coming for me, and I was ready. But an angel called my name… I had to come back to see if she was as beautiful as she sounded.”

His words reached deep inside her. She already thought he was gorgeous, but to have him spouting words that…romantic wasn’t the word. The claim he’d come back just to see her, that hit her deep down and resonated in her soul.

“And…?”

She almost dared not ask the question, and when she did, her voice emerged breathy and hopeful. Like a teen finally meeting and speaking to her film idol in the flesh.

“Oh yes, she was worth it.”

More info and buy links: http://mina-carter.com/bookshelf/paranormal-romance/perfect-mate/

*****

Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.

Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few.

A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and Nutella on toast.

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Guest Interview ~ Suzanne Rock


Today we’re thrilled to welcome author Suzanne Rock, here to tell us about herself in an interview and to share a spicy excerpt filled with sexual tension.

Why don’t you start by telling us about yourself (Where are you from? What do you write/do in the publishing world? What do you do when you’re not writing — your “day” job, hobbies, obsessions, etc.?)

Really? You want to know that? It isn’t very exciting, lol. I’m a stay at home mom of two girls. I used to have a day job as a scientist at a pharmaceutical company, but I quit to stay home with my kids. I spend my days driving the kids around to various functions and helping them with schoolwork. My husband and I are huge football fans, and every fall things get a little crazy around th house as we all cheer on our favorite team (New England Patriots).

Do you own an ereader? Why or why not? If so, what’s on it?

Yes, I own a kindle. My husband gave it to me for Christmas and I love it! I have over 500 books on it in the romance, thriller, fantasy, science fiction and non-fiction genres. You really don’t want me to list them all, do you? 🙂

Tell us about your writing: How long have you been writing? What genre(s) do you write in? What have you written (short stories, novels, etc.)? What works are currently for sale? Where?

I’ve been writing erotic romance since 2009. My first story, Spyde’rs Web, was published in June of that year. It’s currently no longer available because I’m updating it for a late 2012 release. I write contemporary and paranormal erotic romance with M/F and ménage pairings. I write both novels and novellas, depending on what the story calls for. I have over twenty-five published works, released by Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id, Siren Bookstrand and Red Sage, as well as some I self published. You can find them on my author pages at Amazon and All Romance E-Books.

What made you chose to write erotic literature in particular? Is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?

I didn’t choose erotic literature, it chose me. I had started writing contemporary romances, aimed at the Harlequin Presents line. I didn’t get very far so I turned to the eHarlequin writing community for help. There I met a wonderful group of ladies and we all became critique partners. Many of them wrote erotic romance and said that my writing voice was a better fit there than with Harlequin Presents. I gave it a try. The rest, as they say, is history.

What do you like most about writing? Least?

My favorite part about writing is the plotting. This is where the stories are really born. I don’t like the first pass of editing. My drafts are always very messy, and the first round of editing can be rather tedious.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Plotter. Those who know me know that I live by my spreadsheets. J I tried being a pantster, but the stories had no focus and were terrible reads.

What’s your earliest childhood memory?

Being run over by a wooden wagon by my best friend in pre-school. She thought I was a speed bump, lol.

Are you a book hoarder?

OMG– yes! I have shelves full of them. They are taking over my basement. Now that I have a kindle it isn’t quite so bad.

Is there a way for fans and others to contact you?

Website: http://www.SuzanneRock.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SuzanneRockAuthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Suzanne_Rock
Goodreads: http://www.GoodReads.com/Suzanne_Rock
Romance on a Budget Blog: http://www.suzannerock.wordpress.com

Tell us about your latest release – we’d love an excerpt, too!

Bonded in Blood, Book One of the Warlock Mating Chronicles, coming September 13 from Siren Bookstrand

Blurb:

Cyrah has denied her pagan heritage and tried to live a normal life, but visions of two sexy strangers refuse to leave her alone. She senses trouble in their auras, and knows she must try to insert herself into their lives to stop it. Her strong attraction is difficult to control however, and one miscalculation leaves her captured by a powerful Coven and tied to a Master Warlock’s bed.

When Roman recognizes Cyrah as his destined mate, he makes every effort to keep her close. He lusts after the sexy witch, but can’t deny his attraction for his personal guard, Sam. His emotions are torn and Roman is unable to bind himself to either of them. Then he learns that Sam and Cyrah feel the same. Cyrah has an idea of how all three of them can become mates, but doing so would involve extremely kinky sex, denying ancient warlock tradition, and putting all of their lives in grave danger.

Excerpt:

Using one of the plants for cover, Cyrah peeked into the side window of Roman’s office. She saw Roman clearly now, and felt the same magnetic pull she had felt earlier when she was trying to pinpoint his location. His aura surrounded him, the soft crimson telling her that his thoughts were centered on more earthly, physical things. It flickered with streaks of green. Calming streaks. She tried to catch a glimpse of the person he was talking to, but the figure remained just out of sight. She could see his aura, however. It was dark green with golden flecks. Roman was talking to a healer, or someone with a calming presence.

She continued to watch Roman as he talked. Her gaze slid down from his firm lips to his broad shoulders, and then to his tight, round ass. Desire sparked in her lower abdomen, and her heartbeat quickened. She felt hot despite the central air-conditioning vent right above her.

The attraction she had felt when she first saw him in her vision was nothing like what she felt now. In her dreams he was amazing, but in reality he was breathtaking. Roman Maddock was tall and muscular and took care of his appearance. He had an authoritative presence that spoke to a spot deep inside of her. No woman could resist such commanding masculinity. Roman was definitely drool-worthy.

With each passing moment, the dull ache in her core grew. She wanted to burst into his office, strip off her clothes, and wrap herself around him like a blanket. She could never do that however. Roman was just a man, and knew nothing of visions and the mating heat of witches and warlocks. She didn’t want to scare him.

Cyrah gasped as the other person in the office moved into her line of vision. It was the one from her dreams—Roman’s companion. She’d know that dirty-blond hair and those angular features anywhere. While Roman was long and lean like a soccer player, his companion was broader, more muscular. She suspected that Roman’s friend had spent a lot of time lifting weights or doing heavy labor to get such a chiseled physique.

Cyrah widened her eyes as she watched them interact. There was an easy familiarity about them, as if they were close friends. Roman said something, and the other man laughed. Then Roman ran his hand down his friend’s arm. The other man closed his eyes. Cyrah saw the man’s aura turn from green to bright crimson. Whatever Roman did made the other man’s thoughts turn more worldly and primal. Cyrah held her breath in anticipation.

Roman slid his hand up and cupped the other man’s cheek. Their gazes met, and Cyrah didn’t need to see their auras to know that they desired each other. Not friends then, but lovers. She thought the information would squelch the burning heat between her thighs, but it only made it hotter.

Roman leaned forward and captured his lover’s lips. The kiss was gentle and affectionate. Cyrah inched closer to the window and pictured herself pressed in between them. What would they smell like? How would all of those hard muscles feel against her skin? She imagined them kissing her with as much passion as they kissed each other.

Roman swept his tongue into his lover’s mouth. The man eased his hands forward and began to undo Roman’s pants. Their auras turned from crimson to fire-engine red. Cyrah shivered as her need escalated.

The kiss changed from affectionate to desperate. They slanted over each other’s mouths again and again as they tore at their constricting clothes. With their pants removed and shirts unbuttoned, they palmed each other’s chest, shoulders, and ass. They ground their hips together as if they wanted to fuse their bodies into one being. Their auras blended and grew until they filled the entire room, as often happened when people felt strong emotions.

Cyrah knew that she should leave. The lovers obviously wanted some privacy. She tried to stand and walk down the hall, but she couldn’t make her feet move. Her message for them was too important. Besides, she had never seen two men kiss before, and it fascinated her. As she watched, pressure built deep inside her core and her panties became damp. The urge to participate was overwhelming. What was wrong with her? Never before had she felt such strong desire.

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Fulfill me by Victoria Blisse


Victoria Blisse has a new release and we’re thrilled to host her blitz – hang on for the ride. She’s offered us an excerpt, and is it ever HOT!

Fulfill Me by Victoria Blisse

Blurb:

Caitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs, the biggest soap on TV. She will do anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His annoying yet handsome PA Mike.

But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.

Buy links:

ALL ROMANCE E-BOOKS   AMAZON UK    AMAZON

EXCERPT

“Yeah, I’m not enjoying it like I used to, and I have other ways to bolster my income. I’ll let someone a little younger and a lot less long in the tooth take over my place.”

“Wow, now there’s a scoop for the tabloids.” I laugh but Mike stiffens, and I realise it was a silly joke to make.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well it was a joke. I’d never ever—I just wouldn’t.” I trip over the words in my eagerness to make things right.

“No, no you’ve gone too far.” His hand squeezes my arm and his eyes don’t show the same anger as his words. “You’re going to have to be punished for speaking out of turn you impudent wench.”

Ah, now I know what he’s doing and the pit of my stomach is rolling like a machine full of lottery balls.

“I’m so sorry, sir, please don’t punish me. I’ll watch my tongue in future, I promise.”

“You will do wench, but you still need punishing. Stand up.”

I jump up off the sofa like I bounced up on a broken spring.

“Now young lady, follow me.” He stands up and walks me back out into the corridor then across it to a room I’ve not been in before.  One of many actually from the length of the corridor and the doors along it. When the door swings open, I can see clearly that it’s a study.

An old wood desk dominates the middle of the room. It’s back faces a massive window which shines as black as Whitby jet filled with the night sky.  In one corner of the room is a simple high backed chair with no arms. This is where he chooses to sit down and after shutting the door behind me I stand before him.

“Now only a young, foolish child would speak without thinking, so you’ll receive a childish punishment. Over my knees now young lady.” I hesitate, biting my lip. “NOW!” He barks, making me jump. “Don’t question me young lady, or you’ll not be able to sit down for a fortnight.”

I concede and lower myself awkwardly to his lap, the bottom of my clothed breasts rubbing the outside of his thigh, my pubis pushing gently against the other.  He quickly raises my skirt, folding it back over my bottom then he rips down the satin black knickers beneath.

He rubs his hand gently over the curve of my buttocks and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan out in case it enflames him more. I’ve never been spanked before but my cunt is wet and my nipples aching. However I’m not sure how much pain I can take. The idea is pleasurable, but the practicalities of it all make me anxious. I want to enjoy it, it’s obviously something he enjoys; I can feel his erection against my stomach. But I just don’t know how much punishment I’ll be able to take.

Suddenly, the thought is shocked from my mind as his usually soft hand slaps down with stinging harshness. It shocks me but it isn’t too uncomfortable. The next slap creates more heat than sharpness. I gasp and press my pubis forward trying to escape the next slap. It burns and I really start to question how much I can take.

It’s then that he gently caresses my burning rump and I mewl like a contented kitty until he snaps his hand back and slams it against my flesh several times in quick succession making me yelp with the stinging pain.

His fingers skim over my heated flesh then dip between my buttocks, tracing down between my thighs as they fall open for him, dipping into the moisture pooling there and gently teasing my clit.

“Such a horny little slut, enjoying her spanking.” He tuts and slaps my buttocks hard once more. I feel tears testing the corners of my eyes and want to yell out for him stop but I hold it in while the next two slaps fall.

“Stand up, wench.” He commands and I comply, though my legs feel shaky, and my knickers are dangling between my knees, making it decidedly difficult to stand up and keep my balance at the same time. He grabs my arm and drags me; well he never gets far in front of me so it’s more like he’s roughly leading me actually, until we reach the hefty desk. He kisses me and whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, damn it.” He presses me down against the cold hard wood until my cheek is lying flat against its shocking coldness and my breasts are pressed down hard against the surface.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and I stretch them as far as I can, which actually isn’t far with the knickers hobbling me. Mike flips up my skirt exposing my still stinging buttocks to the air and his eyes. His soft lips kiss the reddened flesh evoking a gasp at the tenderness in the action. I close my eyes and wait for what will come next. I hear the clink of a belt buckle, and hear him curse as he struggles to undo his zip. I wonder if he’s having problems getting his hard on out. I could feel its stirrings pressing against my stomach when he spanked me, and I know it’s a solid robust thing, not made for bending or getting out of tight places. Getting into them; well that’s a whole different issue. The tell-tale crinkle of a condom packet heightens my anticipation. I know he’s going to fuck me and I can’t wait.

 

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Definitely Judge A Book By Its Cover


We’re thrilled to welcome guest and fellow Midnight Seductions Author Elizabeth Black to our pages today!

I want to talk about covers. They can make or break a book

When I choose a book to read, if I’m not familiar with the author, the cover goes a long way to helping me choose a new book. A bad cover can sink a book for me, and I’ve seen some fugly covers. I’m thinking of two covers I have seen that are absolutely abhorrent. One is one of my old covers from a small publisher that crashed and burned a few years ago. It had to be the ugliest cover I’ve ever seen. It looked like someone went to PickAnUglyStockPhoto.com or SuckyClipArt.com, grabbed a few images, and slapped them together. It must have taken a whopping five minutes to make that cover. I hated it.

I have since made that story a freebie, and the new cover is a watercolor done by an artist. It’s one of my favorite covers. It’s simply beautiful.

My two favorite covers are for my two upcoming releases – both erotic versions of fairy tales. The first cover, depicted below, is for my novella “Climbing Her Tower”, which is an erotic version of “Rapunzel”. It’s exactly what I wanted for the story. It’s sensuous without being tacky. The colors are bright and welcoming, too.

The second cover, also depicted below, is for my novella “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”, which is an erotic version of “Puss In Boots”. I’ve written a short story erotic “Puss In Boots” but that story is only a portion of the fairy tale. “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” covers the whole thing. That cover shows off my Puss (a shapeshifer named Tita) as being a flirty little minx. Both covers are exactly what I wanted. They convey to the reader the mood of the stories and they draw you in. Since my erotic fairy tales are part of a series, I wanted the covers to be similar in design.

I’m self-publishing these stories, and I believe beautiful covers are absolutely necessary. I hired a cover artist to make them, and I recommend other self-published authors do the same unless you are very proficient at Photoshop and have an artistic eye. It’s far too easy to end up with a cover that blows chunks. I want my stories to be the best they can be, and that means hiring a cover artist. The cover can make or break a book.

Look for “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” and “Climbing Her Tower” to release in early fall.

Visit Elizabeth Black at her web site

http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com/

 

Friend her on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/elizabethablack

 

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https://www.amazon.com/author/elizabethblack

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Release Blitz: Shamrocked, by JoAnne Kenrick


Today we’re thrilled to be a part of the Release Blitz for JoAnne Kenrick’s Shamrocked. I loved Sweet Irish Kiss and can’t wait to read this one, second in the series. 

JoAnne Kenrick is super appreciative of all the support her readers have given SWEET IRISH KISS. That same support managed to get Sweet Irish Kiss onto several different bestseller lists in several different online retailers, Amazon Kindle being one of them.

She would love to see Devlin’s story garner even more success by getting him in the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon. So… If you buy Shamrocked from Amazon Kindle, SCROLL DOWN for the rafflecopter and fill it in with your receipt/reference number amazon emails you after you make your purchase FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE OR A NOOK TABLET.

Will Devlin Kinney’s Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

SHAMROCKED, Irish Kisses book 2, is OUT NOW in most major ebook stores.

CONTEST TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE Or NOOK TABLET HERE

Devlin Kinney is the crass Irish charmer who helped Shaun Bell out on his 1Night Stand by packing him up a few surprises in his overnight bag in the HUGE bestseller SWEET IRISH KISS. Surprises both he and Rachel were grateful for. And now you can have all of him because he’s back! With his toy box and a 1Night Stand of his own.

Set in Notting Hill, London and the now infamous Bell’s Irish Pub in Soho, London.

 

Bell’s Irish Pub is open for business, and Devlin Kinney is serving up one tasty treat.

BUYLINKS:

All Romance   WHSmiths  Kindle USA 

 Kindle UK  Nook  BookStrand 

 Decadent Publishing

AUTHOR SIGNING:

 http://kindlegraph.com/authors/joannekenrick 

BLURB:

Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell’s Irish Pub, he’s rushed off his feet. Still, he’s envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve’s exclusive agency, 1Night Stand. Pushed for time, he follows his friend’s lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.
At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be The EastEnd co-star. Before she has a chance to confess she’s not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect…for one night of pleasure. She’s ready to play the role of her
life!

Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

 

Mini Excerpt

Surrounded by bridesmaids—the hottest guy in the place. His thick Irish brogue carried over the chattering wedding crowd and bad party songs.

Swallowing any signs of stage fright, she checked her fake hair in a mirrored wall, plumped her boobs, and plastered on a smile before making a beeline for her drop-dead gorgeous, future co-star.

She waded through the rough sea of pink-chiffoned up women, snapped out her arm, and took his hand like one of those shaking weight things. Thought she’d blown it until his mouth tilted up into a tempting smile. Dimples. Oh, my. He would be popular with the ladies. Might even help get her noticed by movie producers. Dating this hottie would get her on every front page known to the British public.

“Liz.” She fought to keep focused on his face rather than his thick muscles and rhythmic movements. She couldn’t recall ever seeing a man who could make dancing to All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie so goddamned sexy. His jig was infectious—her arm swayed in beat with his, their hands still clasped together.

“As in Elizabeth?”

“Uh-huh.” The swarm of bridesmaids knitted their brows and pursed their lips. One even stamped her foot. Liz couldn’t help but turning on a sweet smile. “Buh-bye, ladies.”

MORE ABOUT 1NS series: http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com

 

JoAnne Kenrick

JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and two cheeky cats. When they aren’t demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn’t writing or chatting up a storm on social networking sites. Travel across the pond and faraway…with JoAnne Kenrick.   www.joannekenrick.com

 

CONTEST: a Rafflecopter giveaway
Click on the above link to enter. You can enter using the alternative rafflecopter on my facebook page found here: www.facebook.com/joannekenrick. Quite often, rafflecopters don’t show up on mobile devices, either.
IF you cannot see the rafflecopter in either instance, msg me your reference/receipt number amazon gives you after a kindle purchase VIA FACEBOOK  joanne.kenrick.50@facebook.com . I will manually enter this on  your behalf.
Contest Terms and Conditions
> Kindle Fire and Nook contest is open to USA residents only. Sorry. International for the giftcards, though.
> The Nook/Kindle reader prizes mentioned will only be awarded IF Shamrocked reaches amazon’s top 100 bestseller chart SO SPREAD THE WORD to your friends.
> amazon GCs will be awarded regardless.
> By entering this contest, you are signing up to JoAnne Kenrick’s Quarterly Newsletter.
>You have 48hrs to respond to the notification if you win, or a new winner will be drawn.
>No Purchase Necessary.
>This promotion is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, or Blogger/Google. You are providing your information to JoAnne Kenrick and not to Facebook, Twitter, or Blogger/Google. JoAnne Kenrick is the only person who will have access to  the information  you provide, and it will not be forwarded or sold to any third parties (except the publisher if an ebook is the prize).
> We have the right to refuse any entry.
>If for any reason the Contest is not capable of running as planned we have the right to terminate the contest without picking winners.
> You must be over 18 (or 21 depending on your State/country law legal age for viewing/reading adult material) to enter.

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Tonya Kinzer on Tour!


A very special welcome to the fabulous Tonya Kinzer, on tour for her latest release, Master’s Email.  Be sure to scroll down for TWO contests from Tonya ~ then leave a comment and subscribe to my Newsletter to enter my August contest. Take it away, Tonya!

Thank you for stopping by to see what’s all going on here. Before anyone is allowed in the tub of bubbles, you must line up for your spanking! I think Adriana might have a Master around here somewhere with a nice leather crop and he’s chomping at the bit to see all of us bent over holding our ankles! *peeking behind the door, then the curtain* In case he doesn’t show up, I’ve torn Master Buck from the pages of Master’s Email (he loved it!) so line up ladies…or gents!

I know I’m not alone in my fantasies! Now, perhaps my imagination is a bit more risqué than some but I like to create a visual for the reader so they get just as heated up reading as I do writing. I’ll apologize now for the mess on your screen or keyboard! Grab your towel before you read!

 Most readers, male or female, secretly fantasize about being tied up during sex whether they want to admit it or not. It’s just human nature to think naughty! That’s not a bad thing unless you start doing it in your front yard for the neighbors to see and I’m too shy for that…besides, I don’t have any neighbors that I’d like to show that to, yet! *wicked laugh* Way back in the dark corners of your mind is that secret little box that opens when we read forbidden shit and it makes us want to be a character in a book who’s doing what we’d love to be doing…but are too shy.

What I really hope is that by reading my books, my readers can open the conversation with their partners about what they want in their sex lives. Maybe both are already thinking it but are afraid to ask. That only leads to frustration so start the conversation with your partner and maybe start with the blindfold! I have links on my site to help you begin the conversation. Of course a few videos help too! *wink*

Now, maybe YOU’VE already been spanked! Next time your partner spanks you, stop and feel just how erotic that was for you…cause your panties will be WET, I guarantee it! Admit it or not…it excites you when he bends you over his knee as you struggle or makes you bend over the arm of the overstuffed chair as he holds your wrists in his hand, out of the way of his hand or crop and he slowly pulls those panties down to bare your ass. When you hear the crack as he makes contact, there’s an internal switch that goes on to start those juices that you try to hide. He knows it; you know it…you can’t ignore it so make the best of it. Those juices are gonna happen!

How many are bad on purpose just so he’ll bend you over? Let’s do another scenario…he ‘watches’ as his Master friend spanks you….then checks to make sure he’s accomplished his task! OMG! You’re already seeping, aren’t you? Don’t lie to us!! LOL I’ve already opened that box in the dark corner of your mind…admit it or not…I heard it open!

     This book is for those who love spanking stories as well as those who love to watch! We’ve all got a bit of voyeurism in us and this book will tug at those strings…or restraints, whichever the case may be. I hope you take a chance on my work if you love hot, steamy, soft bondage reads that will test your erotic fantasies you think you’ve got hidden away from me! I’ve included a link to the excerpt for those brave enough to read something with strong sexual content.

Excerpt from Master’s Email

(Be sure to come back here when you’ve finished reading!)

So what is it that is erotic about spanking and why do we love to read about it? After you enter the contests, come back here. Please feel free to leave a comment and let’s toss a few ideas around ‘cause I’m curious. My new book is titled Master’s Email and has spanking in it…among a few other scenarios! Yes, that little box will open again when you read this one so grab your towel now; keep it handy.

How many of you are bad on purpose so he’ll spank you? Do you prefer his hand, a crop or a soft leather flogger? You can tell us, come on!

Contest #1:

Thank you all for stopping in to read. If you’d like to get in on the contests during my tour – July thru September – follow me to each stop and get your entry in. My schedule is listed on my blog’s left sidebar. There’s a contest for this blog stop listed below and don’t forget to also click the link for the Grand Prize drawing to be held Oct 2nd!

GRAND PRIZE ENTRY

$50 Gift card

 

Contest #2

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Lisa Fox ~ A Matter of Lust


A Matter of Lust Release Blitz

Blurb:

Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it his business to seduce her.

Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One more crack might shatter it forever.

Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him, but can they ever share anything more than lust?

An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.

He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.

He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.

He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.

The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his potential playmate.

His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.

Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and woman.

She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”

The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.

“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they had…weight.

“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”

“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your name?”

She paused and an odd, little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”

Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”

Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”

“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”

“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”

“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”

“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”

Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”

“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of the goal.

Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”

“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”

She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.”

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About the Author:

World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.lisafoxromance.com

Twitter: @LisaFoxRomance

 

 

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Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse ~ Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills


Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse

House of Erotica brings you a collection of sexy rubenesque short stories, sensually written by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. This range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories include:-

Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills

When Lorella’s boyfriend Chris suggests that she’d look sexy in a corset, she finds the mere thought hilarious. A big girl like her would look ridiculous in such a thing! But as she’s always up for trying something new, she hits the online shops. When her new corset arrives, Lorella can’t wait to try it on and see how she looks, ready to surprise Chris when he gets home. But when she does, she gets a thrilling surprise of her own.

Miri on the Wall

Callum’s a prolific artist, with many beautiful models on his books. But there’s only one that stands out for him – Miri. He’s never had the courage to do anything about his feelings, though. When a client commissions a nude painting of a rubenesque woman, Callum has a dilemma. Miri is the only suitable model – but will she agree to the project? And how will Callum cope with the object of his love and lust being completely naked in front of him?

Carnal Praise

The Bishop is visiting and Caroline is practising her solo when her husband stops accompanying her on the piano and initiates a far more carnal kind of praise.

Down Amongst the Daffodils

Rachel bumps into an old crush from school, Stephen, who’s now a gardener at a local park. They get down and dirty in the grass beside the bright yellow daffodils.

Available from:

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Barnes & Noble
1PlaceforRomance.com
iBooks

*****

More about the authors:

Victoria Blisse: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk

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