Thursday, September 30, 2010

Her Heart His Soul by Kari Thomas



Angels and Demons fight for the human world. An Angel Hero must choose between his Angelic side or his darker DNA before he allows his heart to love the human woman destined to be his.

Antique Book Dealer Sara Winters has searched for a mysterious fabled Book all her adult life, never quite understanding her obsession. Her Scientist father is killed while she is on a search in France and Sara hurries back home to investigate his mysterious death. She is attacked by a strange "being" and then rescued by a man who is a RARE being himself. Drake Domitaine is an Angel-Demon. Once an Angel Warrior, his DNA has been mixed with Demon DNA. Drake looks for the same Book Sara does. Bound together, Sara and Drake are pulled into a battle against Good and Evil, with an ending that will either save Drake's soul or destroy him.

SBN: 1-60601-327-0
PRINT & Ebook 2009
Paranormal Romance

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Monday, September 27, 2010

* Wild Texas Heat * by Kelly Conrad


What’s better than a sexy cowboy? 4 sexy cowboys!
This is one hot read from my Siren sister Kelly!!!

PolyAmour: Erotic Western Ménage a Cinq Romance, M/F/M/M/M

Soon after arriving in Whiskey Hill to sell her father’s social club, a sassy little Boston Belle learned an awful truth about her heritage. Her mother was a whore, and her father a wanted man. Before she could get out of that awful town she found herself surrounded by four of the dirtiest, and the sexiest wild bunch of cowboys she had ever seen. Trying to stay pure, she quickly pulled out her chastity belt and locked herself into it. But after one raw night in a cave when her chastity belt wasn’t there to protect her, she found herself the receiver of a succession of breathtaking kisses, erotic longings and dirty imaginings. After giving in to her true heritage, she cast away her Boston manners and surrendered to wild sex, sweaty bodies, and a strong dose of cowboy sex.


In this cave, in the nighttime shadows, while the rain and wind whipped past the mouth of the cave, she wanted him. She’d never wanted anything or anyone quite so badly before.

She felt like a brazen slut, but who cared? She was trapped in a dark cave with four sexy cowboys who had wrapped her in invisible warmth. When Jude began to pull at her clothes, she gasped and then saw the other three coming toward them. She knew what they wanted, and her insides jangled with excitement. The very air around her became electrified. All at once, her dress jacket was off, and the front of her blouse was open, exposing her breasts. She could feel cool air laced with warmth caressing her skin, cold drops of water sprinkling against her body, and when Jude’s lips touched her nipples, she felt a delicious shudder. His mouth opened hungrily and madly sucked while his tongue deliciously tweaked her nipples, causing her senses to leap to life.

While her arms were around his neck, he swept her up and took her to a bed of animal skins and laid her down. He continued tugging at her clothes and his until they both lay naked beside the flickering flames, nothing between them but the hot, sizzling air that tickled her skin. He placed himself between her legs and sat with his knees bent, his calves beneath him. With strong, gentle hands he brought her hips upward and over his thighs until his cock touched her pussy. She gasped when she realized her knees were even with his shoulders and she was sinfully exposed.

Suddenly, Shiloh, Sundog, and Blaze were on either side of her, loving her breasts with their hands and mouths. While Jude pressed his cock just inside her, she felt a warm, deep sensation flood her cunt, spreading up and into her stomach. She looked around her and saw Shiloh’s cock, hard and long. It was so beautiful. She wanted it and clasped it with one hand. And then suddenly she felt a deep penetration and cried out with delight. As she squeezed Shiloh’s cock, he leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth. His sweet-tasting tongue and Jude’s cock made her writhe.

She rolled her hips, wanting more and more. As they caressed her, her heart seemed to rush to the spot that each of them touched. Heat ran rampant within her. Her eyes opened to shadows on the cave walls and watched little trails of smoke that took take carnal shapes. She felt the warmth of the room of rock, each surge of heat enveloping her in its hellish embrace.

Where was she? What was she doing? She’d never experienced desire like she knew it now. She felt like a wanton, wanting, desiring, and knowing that anything these cowboys desired of her she would give.

Before she knew it, Sundog and Blaze were stroking her endlessly in places she never knew she had sensitivity. Their lips, their hands, and their cocks started fire after fire in her, making her moan out her delight.

Suddenly, she felt Jude’s creamy, hot substance flood her. He was quickly replaced by Sundog, who mounted her, his cock delving deeply as his mouth devoured her breasts one by one. She clung to him, her hands scratching his back. He bucked, plunging over and over into her cunt, raising sensation after sensation as she screamed and went with him. She could feel herself climbing, his raw, sensuous nature thrilling every part of her. To feel his rough skin against hers exalted her, and the fire he touched her with ignited her and spread throughout her body, all the way to her fingers and toes. After a long ride of sheer pleasure, she savored the feeling of the hot tides as they broke upon them, causing them to clutch each other almost desperately. The twin bursting of sensations whirled crazily within them until at last it was complete.

Sundog left her arms and gave his place up to Shiloh.

Almost immediately she felt Shiloh stroking her breasts, and then suddenly there was Blaze licking playfully at the insides of her thighs. The feeling caused her to soar into a place she’d never been. Before she knew what was happening, she felt Blaze’s tongue licking her pussy, nudging it at first. Finally, the stiffness of his tongue tweaked her cunt over and over again, pulling moan after moan out of her as his movements got frantic. She was slowly being coerced into a hot, burning place where she shattered again and again.

While she floated in a euphoric state, Blaze and Shiloh took turns with her, each stroking her up and down her body, their lips, their tongues sucking her flesh, from her breasts to the small mound of her stomach. They finally, one by one, emptied themselves inside her while she moaned and rolled her hips until she was so exhausted she could hardly move. Her heartbeat throbbed against her ear as her breathing slowed, delivering her into a cocoon of carnal warmth, her body aching from being loved so completely.

A small smile played at Lorraine’s kiss-bruised lips as she lay quietly listening to the rain and wind as it continued to blow outside. She snuggled down beneath the animal skins that covered her, finally feeling the blessed warmth of the cave that seemed to have finally penetrated her bones.

Or maybe the warmth came from her feeling of complete happiness in the circle of her cowboy lovers.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010



Diane Story's Western Historical Romance has all the ingredients for a captivating read - great characters and fully described setting. 

Chantel Aubuchon is Mayer of Elkhorn, and she manages the position with pride. But when gold is discovered on the Powder River she finds her small town threatened by approaching mines. Destruction of the land surrounding her town is slowly turning Elkhorn into a ghost town. Searching for a way to insure her town’s survival she resorts to desperate measures. Harper Barnes is the source of Elkhorn ’s problem. Owning nearly all the mines, he is the only one that can stop the destruction before it reaches her town. In her desperation, Chantel finds herself hidden underneath a bandana and behind a pistol. Little does she know that by robbing the man responsible for her town’s demise she will set off a series of events that will not only prove to her that first impressions should never be trusted, but that love can oftentimes be found where we least expect it.

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Monday, September 20, 2010

PRINCE OF SHADOW by Tracy L. Ranson

Bloodborn 2

[Siren Classic: Erotic Historical Romance, Vampires]

Entangled in a web of intrigue, Tatiana Gregorovich knows the only true ruler of Russia is Catherine I, a woman of strength and beauty. She ferries messages back and forth between Catherine and her generals, taking on the façade of a simpleton at court.

She fools everyone except Nicholas Wetherington, a thousand year old vampire at the Russian court. She is drawn to his smoldering, exotic looks unaware that her attraction could cost her life.


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Friday, September 17, 2010


Keta Diablo, multipublished author of hot, haunting romance, has kindly agreed to share an excerpt from her newest release WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE, an Erotic Romance/Paranormal from Decadent Publishing,


A decadent savage has captured Francesca DuVall and her brother, Marsh. Now she must spend every waking moment planning an escape. However, she didn’t count on the powerful draw of desire interfering with her scheme in the camp of the brutal Cheyenne dog soldiers.

Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . most of the time, but when he travels through time to help his beloved People he becomes Meko, leader of the most revered and feared tribe of the plains.

Although their worlds are decades apart Meko can’t resist the dark beauty he kidnapped during a raid. He has many battles to fight but none he wants to win more than the one that will capture Cesca’s heart forever. From the windswept plains of Colorado and the harsh life of a Dog Soldier to the placid life of a curator their love was fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.

Meet Cesca, the heroine from Where The Rain Is Made

From Chapter Two

Near Denver City
June, 1864

It rained last night. Warm air blowing over the Rockies from the Gulf of Mexico had conjured up a violent thunderstorm, rare for this part of the country. Francesca Duvall missed the sound of rain dashing against her window. She missed New York. Four years ago, she'd bid a final, tearful farewell at her mother's grave and steeled herself for the overland journey.

She hadn't been able to dispel the gold fever consuming her father, LeGrande, or dissuade her brother Marshall, two years her junior, from the wanderlust claiming their souls. Now their home stood along the Platte River near the mining camps of Charles City and Auraria in Colorado. A lonely life for a young woman of eighteen whose father insisted she dress like a boy.

"Miners are an unscrupulous lot," her father often said. "They'll slake their lust on the nearest woman while I'm panning for gold."

She'd grown accustomed to binding her chest with strips of cotton fabric, donning a pair of Marsh's old britches and one of his cotton shirts to camouflage her soft curves, but that didn't mean she liked it. Her long, black hair tucked beneath an old straw hat completed the masquerade. Everyone in camp believed the old widower Duvall broke his back day after day flashing for gold in Cherry Creek while his two motherless sons kept the home fires burning.

Francesca cracked open six eggs and tossed them into the skillet next to a slab of bacon.

Battling impatience, she walked onto the porch, cupped her hand over her brow, and searched for Marsh across her father's wheat field. The scent of damp earth reached her nostrils and next, the enticing aroma of dew-kissed bluebells and prairie grass. The land was so eerily still, she jumped from her skin when the hoarse trill of a raven in a nearby cottonwood split the air.

She scanned the flat windswept prairie and cupped a hand over her mouth to call out for Marsh. In the distance, black ribbons of smoke snaked skyward and scattered under the clear blue sky.

Cesca clasped a hand to her throat. Mrs. Peabody, their closest neighbor, insisted the day would finally come. "The Cheyenne and Arapahoe are on the war path," the woman had said. "Not all went willingly to the reservation, and now the country blazes with terror."

Cesca's father had agonized over the woman's admonitions, threatened to abandon his claim and head back east. Shanghaied by an almighty lust for gold, he dashed the notion the moment Mrs. Peabody had fled to safety. The woman swore on the Good Book not a soul would survive. "Anyone with a whit of sense would flee. Gold or no gold." True to her word,

Elmira had taken flight last week in a buckboard, her jowls aflutter, her keen eyes wide and alert.

Her brother's voice came to her now on the wings of panic. "Run, Cesca, run!"

He sprinted over a small knoll, his hand clasping his side. His sandy locks shone brilliant beneath the harsh rays of the morning sun. Terror struck his blue eyes and Francesca felt the color drain from her face.

With fright choking her, Marsh pushed her into the cabin. He ran to the sideboard, pulled a derringer from the drawer and shoved it into her hand. "Through the bedroom window!" he shouted. "There's little time!"

"Oh, Marsh!" Sobs cracked her voice. "We're going to die!"

"No, Cesca!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of the room. "You'll live if you do exactly as I say."

The pounding of hooves against the earth reached them, and next, the triumphant cries of banshees. Cesca peered through the open door and nearly crumbled. Riding well-muscled ponies, ten braves trampled through her father's field. Their faces awash in hideous black, blue and yellow war paint, they advanced on the small cabin.

Marsh lifted the sash and pushed her through the open window. "Run as fast as you can to the river, hide in the tall grass."

"Oh, please don't ask me to leave you. Come with."

"You must listen!" He grasped her shoulders through the open pane, his expression grim. "Do you know what they do to white women? Please, Cesca, go now!"

Through an open field she sprinted and glanced over her shoulder, stunned to see the invaders had already entered the house. Gunshots bounced off the trees. Papa's rifle. Marsh would try to hold them off until she made it to the river. His face loomed before her—so innocent and brave. Agony gripped her heart. He'd forfeit his life so she might live. The thought that she'd never see him again tore at her innards.

In the pale light of morning, Francesca spied the tall prairie grass ahead, smelled the ashen waters of the river. A blue jay screeched from a low-hanging branch as she passed, the derringer clutched in her hand. Thank God her father had taken the time to show her how to shoot. A single shot, that's all that stood between her and death.

She remembered the acrid, black smoke and the direction from which it had come - Auraria, the miner's camp. Her father must be dead too. Please, God, don't let them find me. Tall spikes rose to her hips and rustled against her twill pants as she threshed toward the river. A desperate desire to survive coursed through her blood. She'd grab a hefty branch, float down the river so they couldn't track her, would never find her.

Moments later, she emerged from the tall grass and her stomach lurched. On the opposite bank of the river stood the most frightening sight she'd ever laid eyes on.

She froze, her heart pounding in triple beats. Pewter eyes locked with hers and she uttered a low cry of fear. Grotesque war paint covered his face, and bloody scalps hung from his waist.

She was as good as dead.

Recovering her senses, she raised the derringer, her hands shaking like a rattler's tail. "Don't come near me! I know how to use this. Take one step and I'll shoot."

A flicker of admiration flashed in the gunmetal orbs. And something else. Oh, God, had he seen through her ruse, knew she wasn't a boy? Her heart sank.

Treading through the shallow water, he advanced and she retreated, tripping over her feet. She drew back on the trigger and fired. Morbid fascination gripped her when the bullet whirred by his head and carved out a shallow furrow along his temple. A stream of blood trickled from the wound and ran down his cheek.

And what cheekbones they were. Every feature of his face was finely chiseled, reminding her of the savages in her father's picture books.

She sprinted toward the marsh grass, only to be knocked to the ground when a rock-hard body struck her from behind. Crushed by the man's weight, she clawed at the earth. Gritty sand and damp moss spiraled up her nose. Amid the white-hot pain in her ribs, she struggled to remain conscious. Her life depended on keeping her faculties.

Strong hands bound her hands behind her back just before darkness found her.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Lynn Crain ** New Releases **

An Elf's Magic

eXtasy Books
December 1, 2008
Available: December 15, 2008
ISBN #1554872103
EAN #9781554872107
212 pages

An Elf's Desire

eXtasy Books
December 1, 2007
Available: December 15, 2007
ISBN #1554108284
EAN #9781554108282
204 pages

Night of the Blue Moon

(Blue Moon Magic: Book 4)
Cordelia Sinclair has been on the inside for more years than she can remember, keeping secrets better than anybody. But at forty-two, she sometimes feels like a dried up old prune when it comes to love. Her mate died in a Beta raid, and even though the Langfords have encouraged her to find another, she hasn't found anyone who could measure up. Until she meets Connor.

Cordy just can't believe this arrogant wolf can be the son of someone as kind and giving as Charles Langford. Never mind he had been brought up by Charles' archenemy Rowan Angus of the more animalistic Beta clan. She's just the person to knock that arrogance out of him with her Elite special training.

Connor knew he wanted to bed her from the moment he saw her, but a casual bedding among the Elite isn't the norm. And there are complications. She has a child and she thinks him arrogant and unkempt. He's going to have to teach her it took more than what met the eye to have an Elite pedigree. Their physical attraction is instant but it may take years for their minds to catch up to what their bodies already know.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.

Loose ID
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Subtle Invasion 


Melinda was determined to open her eyes this time. She struggled to talk. Finally, she managed to squeak out, “If you turn down the lights, things might get better.” Instantly the light went down to a normal level. Melinda opened her eyes and scanned the room again. Sitting up slowly, she knew the only way to face her demons were head on and she felt determined to allow that to happen this time. She sat quietly until the wave of dizziness passed. Must be the sleeping pills. Melinda was startled to realize she remembered her last action before she had gone to sleep. Usually, she was fuzzy before and after the incident, taking up to a week to fully remember the incident.

Walking on unsteady legs, she tried to explore the room. The surfaces of the walls were smooth, very smooth and just like she remembered from seeing it during her previous encounters. It reminded her of metal, except it was pure white. Somehow she knew there was no earthly equivalent. She continued her shaky exploration. There were no true corners in the room, no place to hide anything. Or at least not that she could see. Everything that should be angled had a roundness to it thus making it seem like a continuous piece. Leaning against the wall, she looked at the table she had been on. The table itself wasn’t frightening, but the instruments next to it were. Although many were not unlike what she had seen in hospital operating or delivery rooms, some were strange. The one that intrigued her the most was one reminding her of an octopus. It had a centralized body with many arms. She walked toward the table when she heard the soft hiss of the door. Slowly, she turned to confront whoever or whatever was coming to see her.

“I really never thought you would be this brave, Melinda. The pills were meant to knock you out so we could complete our work.”

Devine Destinies

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

My New Cover for ** MATING CALL **


It must be Christmas. I am super stoked! Another great cover, this one by the talented Jinger Heaston, arrived in my inbox. It's for MATING CALL, Book 2 in the BLACK WOLF GORGE series. Jinger captured the characters down to the tattoo. My cup runneth over this week.

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Monday, September 13, 2010

HEIRS TO DARKISLE by Cassandra Pierce

A sizzling erotic romance by Cassandra Pierce

Sebastian and Ruby Morgan arrived in the small seaside town of Darkisle, claiming to be the grandchildren of the reclusive Edgar Morgan, who recently died at the age of 108.

From the beginning, Briana Dempsey has her doubts the Morgans are who and what they claim to be. She is, however, certain of one thing. Sebastian Morgan unnerves her in ways she's never experienced before. His skin is cold, his eyes are hypnotic, and he seems to have no heartbeat. Yet all she can feel when she's with him is an all-consuming fire that fills her with desire.

When a local woman is murdered and Briana is implicated because of her involvement with the Morgans, she must confront the truth about the mysterious man she has fallen in love with. Is he the lover of her dreams, or the architect of her nightmares?

"Many women fantasize about Heathcliff or Mr. Darcy, strong and stubborn men from a more romantic era. By making my hero, Sebastian Morgan, a vampire, I could bring a dashing Victorian hero into the present day and put him with a headstrong modern woman who can certainly live without a man but who can't keep her eyes--or hands--off him." ~Cassandra~

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Thursday, September 9, 2010



Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, F/M/M/M, BDSM, sex toys

Here's a bit to whet your appetite for a great read from one of my Siren sisters - Sabrina Sinclair.

Arizona cowboy brothers, Kyle, Jake, and Ben Dexter, are the last of their kind. They need a Sybar woman in order to continue their line.

Twenty-four year old, down on her luck Lizzie Miles is that woman. She applies for the position of housekeeper, unaware that the three brothers have arranged the whole event, using their special powers of illusion, fantasy and mind melding.

It soon becomes apparent that all three brothers have unlimited sexual desire for English woman Lizzie, both individually, and as a ménage a quatre.

Will she be able resist the inevitable carnal advances of the cowboy brothers? And will she really want to?

Can the brothers tame the English firebrand, and lure her into their beds? Or will Lizzie see through the complex and ingenious illusion that they have created especially for her?

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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Dirty Little Demons by C.R. Moss

Dirty Little Demons by C.R. Moss

So many demons, so little time. What's a slayer to do?

Hell's demons. Personal demons. Making sure her friend, Sophia, doesn't kill a dancer. Bonding with her soulmate. Ridding the world of the scourge that entered Las Vegas… It'll be a busy night.

Jaime Sue, now called Jay for confidentiality purposes, is back in Las Vegas, gearing up for a dangerous assignment. Sophia wants her to attend a revue with her. Master Dante requires her to go to the show since the two contacts she needs to meet work in it. There she realizes one of the dancers she has to bond with is her one, her soulmate.

While battling inner demons, fighting the demon-gang that came to town and fending off their leader, Ash, and falling in love, Jay finds there's more at stake than just her life.

~ Excerpt / PG-13 ~

Cohorts? Was it possible Michael was part of the gang hanging out in town with Ash? It wouldn't surprise her if her ex was with the group. After all, from what she found out, Michael was one of several of Ash's progenies from a fellow demon woman. Why wouldn't they travel together? And if they were here together, she'd be able to track the bastards down and exact revenge, for herself and her mother. Ash would pay for tearing her family apart. Michael would pay for being the world's worst boyfriend. Guys talk of psycho bitch girlfriends from Hell. Well, they were about to see what that meant. She leaned back in Ace's arms and gazed up at him. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome." His head lowered and his lips brushed hers.

His mere touch stirred her insides. The world vibrated beneath her feet. It scared her how fast she had fallen for and trusted in him. His mouth moved upon hers, nipping, tugging. She encompassed him with her energy, drew power from him, fed him strength from her reserves. They would need fortification if Ash and his gang were the ones in town they were slated to fight. No wonder there was to be a third in their slayer party for the mission. She put the missing member out of her mind. Breathed in the sweet force of Ace's love. Breathed in…

She jerked from his kiss and grasp, sniffed the air.

"What is it?"

Jay held up a finger. She tilted her head one way, then another in an attempt to get a bead on the subject. The aroma was faint. She closed her eyes, envisioned the strip, the hotels, the casinos, tracking down the demon scent. A stronger whiff of the fragrance seared her nose.

"Demon," she answered. "The wind must have kicked up because I believe it's at the casino next door."

"Are you sure?"

She narrowed her eyes and lifted a brow in a silent question of you didn't really just ask me that, now did you?

He held up a hand and chuckled. "Never mind. Of course you're sure. I'm not used to working with slayers who are so competent."

"I understand." She fixed her hair and attached the clip to the end. "We should get going."

After making sure they had all their stuff, they left the prop room in search of their first kill of the night.


Dirty Little Demons ~ available now at extasy books ~ OR ~ buy it at All Romance E-Books between September 10 and September 23 when all of C.R. Moss’s eXtasy Books titles will be 25% off! Buy Link:

"CR Moss is one of the best story tellers I have ever read, and I look forward to each new release!" Rie McGaha, The Pagan & The Pen book reviews

C.R. Moss ~ Worlds of Possibilities ~

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Monday, September 6, 2010

Stacey Thompson-Geer ** New Releases **


New World - The World Series by Stacey Thompson-Geer

When your fighting Vampires and Werewolves, all bets are off. Lily is tough and likes to be in control, but when she's sent on a mission to talk truce with the Werewolves, something happens tha will change the world she lives in. Look for Captive, the next story in the series, coming soon.


When I was a child, the world was different. People had control of their lives. They could go out in the sun and not worry. They could go about their daily lives without worrying they would be found and killed. I wanted more than anything for that world to still be, but the truth was, I lived in a different world and it would never be the same again.


I hid in the shadows as the animal sniffed the ground. There was only one real way to tell it this dog was really a dog and not a shifter, look it in the eyes. This also was a dangerous thing, because it could kill in seconds.

I waited, shotgun at my side, for a good shot, just in case. When our eyes met, I pulled the trigger and watched it rip through him. He yelped and reared back, but the blood poured out of the gaping wound on his body fell to the concrete.

My breathing slowed and I stepped over the body. The sun was up, but there were still things to fear on the street. Vampires were the least of my worries. I walked passed the burnt out buildings at the edge of the city and made my way back to my hidden home.

I had heard there were pockets of supernaturals on our side, but when the uprising came, there was nothing we could do. Most of the humans died bloody from those that wanted power, but some of us made it. We survived to face something far worse.

The buildings got smaller as I walked until I was almost at the entrance. I had to remember where to step in order to miss the land mines placed in the courtyard around the old train station. None of us had any idea if they knew where we stayed, but we didn’t want to chance not having a little bit of defense.

The old brick gates were shut tight in front of me. When I got to them, I didn’t have to tell them who I was. They all knew me and why I left when I did.

“Lily, I’m glad you made it back,” The voice said behind the wall. I could see the eyes of the person talking and recognized it as my friend, Sterling. “I’m always waiting for the day I’ll find out your dead.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” I waited as the door opened for me to walk in. When is swung open, I could see him standing there with his AK 47 in hand. He almost never let it leave his side. He was a good looking guy with stark black hair slicked back on his head. He had a cigar sticking out of his mouth while he smiled.

“Did you find anything out there?” He pulled the cigar out of his mouth while he talked.

“Not much. A shifter chewing on some old trash. That’s about it,” I said thinking about the scene I had just dealt with.

“I am glad you came back.” There was a small amount of happiness in his voice. We had met a long time ago when my mother had died. He kept me alive when I thought I was going to die.

We made our way past the guards and down the stairs to the lower levels. The lights flickered behind us as we walked. I could hear the roar of the generators as they worked to keep the electricity on in the lower levels.

“There are some things we need to talk about,” He threw his cigar to the floor and stepped on it with his black combat boots to make sure it was out.

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Hunters Book 1 - out Aug 27th

Talia wanted a normal life, but it just wasn't in the cards. Her father hunts demons and when he goes missing, she will do anything to find him, even burn her own soul.

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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Pleasing Sir by Delilah Devlin


Delilah Devlin Doesn't Disappoint! She's always on my must read list. PLEASING SIR is a contemporary BDSM novella. A feisty submissive and three hot guys kept me up until I read the last page. 

One adventurous little submissive is just what the bosses need…

Raelie might be a submissive in search of just the right Dom, but she’s not the kind to sit back and wait for the right man to happen. When she gets the chance to fill in as Bryce Caldwell’s executive assistant, she decides some subtle seduction is needed to see if he dominates the bedroom the same way he does the office.

Bryce can’t keep his mind off the sexy blonde sitting just outside his office. Especially not after the security cameras in the copier room catch Raelie “misappropriating” office property. A little disciplinary action leads to a whole lot of complication while he tries to find out whether she’s the right assistant to fulfill a special vacancy. Add a second round of interviews, and suddenly, Bryce is finding out he’s not the only one who’s not sure who’s really in charge.

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Friday, September 3, 2010

The Festival by Laura Tolomei

The Festival

The Virtus Saga Book 3

To be connected as one whilst still three…to defeat the worst enemy the world has known and face the truth about themselves…this is the Festival.

Warning: This books contains some homoerotic ménage and heterosexual scenes.

Prisoner of their whims, it was impossible to resist them further. With a shock of pleasure, she realized they were her masters—not just one, but both—to which she surrendered herself, body first, juggled upward and sideways, until she had no choice but to ride their tide, swept along with their passion, swelling uncontrollably as they drove her into bliss, her convulsions sucking them to the balls and squeezing them dry.

Laura Tolomei is a talented world builder and her characters are easy to love. Not to mention her stories are hot! Here’s an excerpt from her new release. Enjoy!

Adult Excerpt

The demon grabbed her, too, to trap her between them. “I think we can spare some time with a friend of yours, lover.”

“She didn’t look much like a friend of mine just five minutes ago.” The prince grinned.

“Hey, not my fault her ass is so damn accommodating!” Catching her head, he pushed her backside against Duncan’s crotch, after having removed the annoying underwear. “But I can remedy easily.” He spread her buttocks. “Why else would I have worked so hard to enlarge it?”

“You must be right.” Grinning widely, the prince shifted his weight on an elbow, curling around Ylianor, his aroused cock brushing her ass. “What are friends for?”

Sticking a finger inside, the demon opened the narrow hole wider until a moan escaped her lips at the amazements of how much she craved something more in spite of what she had already possessed. “To help you, of course.” Then grabbing the erection, he positioned it at the narrow hole’s entrance and Ylianor felt the nudge before the hard shove made it penetrate.

“And what about you, Angel?” Another shove and the shaft slid deeper.

“Oh, not to worry. A friend of mine—”

“The same one?”

Chris beamed. “Yeah, I guess it’s the same one, lover.” Taking Ylianor by the neck, he shifted her position. “Anyway, he told me the great thing about women are their multiple holes. But you know how I am—”


“Exactly. So I didn’t believe him for a long time.”

Following the prince’s thrusts, Ylianor went along with his erotic sway, her ass sucking the huge erection to the hilt.

“But now I know he’s right, so I damn well want to make up for the lost time and take my fill of every hole.” Pushing her neck forward against his crotch, he made her slide until she had his cock in her mouth.

Quick to comply, Ylianor drew it in, still half limp from its earlier exertion, yet already growing with every lick, lap, suck, kiss her tongue lavished on it.

“And not just for pleasure, right, Angel?”

“Why limit the lady’s enjoyment?” Grinning cruelly, Chris pulled Ylianor’s head up by yanking the long hair. “Isn’t that right, sleeping beauty?”

His amazing blue-gray eyes, filled with something she could not quite define, took her breath away. Flushing violently, she swallowed hard before repeating what she had already told him. “I’d want you whatever way you came.”

“I’m impressed.” And Duncan’s smirk hovered between serious and facetious.

“I’ll be more if she keeps sucking the way she does.” But before pushing her head back on his shaft, the demon kissed her, a brief, wild, hard kiss that pushed his tongue all the way to her throat, then swept the entire cavity, sending her back to her duty a second later.

Twitching, Duncan’s cock seemed to grow even thicker at the scene, making the wetness between her legs unbearable as it drenched her thighs, too, dripping despite her position did not allow for much movement, trapped on a side, her back and front both held in place by two demanding organs wanting to fill her more than she thought possible.

Chris’s in particular, had grown huge, preventing her from swallowing it whole, rather straining in the confined space as she tried to coordinate a semblance of tempo between her head and ass, failing miserably.

“The lady’s not too comfortable,” the demon mused, holding her head in place.

“Then let’s make her so.”

A gleam flashed in the blue-gray eyes for he obviously understood what the prince meant. “Absolutely, lover.” Stopping her head, he rolled her on Prince Caldwell at the same time the latter turned on his back, pulling her along with him by holding her hips.

Together, they made her back lie on Duncan’s chest without letting the cock fall out of its comfortable hole, spreading her legs around his waist to expose the whole cunt.

“Just don’t wait too long, Angel.” Duncan brushed his fingertips on her clit and Ylianor thought she would die of pleasure. “I don’t know how much longer I can take her magnificent ass without coming.”

“Not too long, I’m sure, lover.”

Ylianor opened her mouth to assure she would beat them both, but Chris closed it by, taking possession of her lips, cunt, her very soul, as he crashed into her, hard tongue and shaft sweeping the cramped space Duncan had managed to spare.

His final aim though, was the prince himself, so after he had silenced her, the demon’s lips slid to his lover’s in a passionate kiss that Ylianor saw and felt as if it were her own until it actually became so, their mouths too close not to mix the moment she turned her head on their side, their tongues darting out without knowing where they would end up, who would suck them first, her mouth filling with the demon and the prince’s taste until it was one flavor alone like when their energy coalesced into a single unity.

Prisoner of their whims, it was impossible to resist them further. With a shock of pleasure, she realized they were her masters—not just one, but both—to which she surrendered herself, body first, juggled upward and sideways, until she had no choice but to ride their tide, swept along with their passion, swelling uncontrollably as they drove her into bliss, her convulsions sucking their stone-like erections to the balls and squeezing them dry, increasing the intensity of their floods despite her forced silence.

But it did not seem important, not after they soared high above to their dimension away from the world, from which they never wanted to return.

Publisher: Extasy Books

Genre: GLBT, m/m, m/m/f, f/f, Fantasy, Paranormal, Horror
Release date: July 15th, 2010

Available at Extasy Books

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Festival of The Flowers: The Courtesan & The Scholar by Denise Golinowski


Happy Release Day to my friend Denise Golinowski. I'm reading my copy now and this is a wonderful magical romance. Denise kindly gave me an excerpt to post. Enjoy!

Temptation is her profession, seduction in her blood, but when a courtesan falls in love with an impoverished scholar, can she risk her heart and his life?

For a courtesan with siren’s blood, drawing men to her bed is as natural as breathing, but Lisara Hammett refuses to feel anything beyond the physical. A generations-old curse dooms the women of her bloodline to lose any man they love.

Reyst Andulon does not believe in superstition nor magical creatures—but he does believe he is not good enough for Lady Lisara. Lisara begs to differ, but must risk the pain of her family curse or lose Reyst forever.

“Festival greetings, Lady Lisara,” he said. He looked around. “Have you lost your escort?”

Even though she got no impressions from him, somehow she always felt steadier when he was near. Lisara pushed away the distraction and nodded. “Festival greetings, Scholar Andulon and yes, I seem to have done so. Or to be more correct, they have lost me.”

Another crowd of revelers pressed by so close Reyst was pushed forward. He braced his hands against the tree to either side of her head to avoid crushing her. Any other man would have used the opportunity to press himself against her, excusing the familiarity as unavoidable.

The scent of cloves and evergreens swept over her. She flattened her palms against the tree trunk to keep from reaching out to touch that brocade-covered expanse of chest. Strangely, without the prompting of her gift, the desire felt more erotic. She dug her nails into the bark.

“Apologies,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “There are more people at the festival than I remembered.” He turned back to smile down at her.

Bareheaded, he looked less severe, though the harsh lines of his face would never be described as classically handsome. Lisara preferred a man who looked like a man and not a boy, his strength and experience writ large in the lines of his face and the movement of his body. In the dappled sunlight coming through the branches overhead, his mahogany-colored hair glinted with auburn highlights. Without thinking, she reached up to brush back the careless lock of hair that always fell across his eyes, wishing she did not have on her gloves.

At the widening of his eyes and his quick intake of breath, she snatched back her hand, curling her fingers around the memory. “My apologies,” she said. “That was inappropriate.”

Available from The Wild Rose Press

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