Books & Blurbs

Seeds of Oden by J.L. Oiler

2011-06-15T08:40:00.000-04:00

Love paranormal? Here's an excellent new release by J.L. Oiler. Seeds of Oden just came out today and she's sharing an excerpt. Enjoy!

Paranormal/Horror, Time-travel, Sci-fi/Fantasy
Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: Jun 14, 2011
ISBN # 9781937265069
Word Count: 94,700
Heat Index : 5 Flames

Purchase Link:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=publisher&qString=Rebel+Ink+Press

You can find JL at her website:

http://joiler.weebly.com/about-the-author.html

Or her joint effort site Wicked Muses:

http://www.wickedmuses.blogspot.com/

Blood Dance

The Crimson Erotica is Pittsburgh’s hottest nightclub and patron’s wait in line for hours to get through the door. No one would ever imagine, however, that it's something far different or that the shapely dancer who owns the club along with her two sisters is far from an ordinary human.

Named for the god of war, Ares has always lived up to the reputation. Born to be the bloodmate of Kaden, one of the leaders of an ancient race of vampire’s who've sworn to protect mankind from their predatory counterparts, Ares is torn between her promise to reunite her siblings and her desire for the one man who makes her pulse race.

Can Ares surrender to her destiny and help protect mankind from the evil that stalks them? Or will she just continue to sway in the denial of the Blood Dance...

Blood Dawn

Sol has always been different. Unlike the humans who surround her, Sol's nights are filled with meeting her craving for blood and protecting the residents of her small community from the evil vampires known as the Clage. Even to her own kind she's an anomaly. Her unique ability to walk in the sunlight sets her apart from any of her eleven missing siblings. Despite this, Sol builds herself a calm and relaxing home, moving about unnoticed, until the Clage and a breathtakingly gorgeous Nicaean male invade her world.

Forced to battle to reach the sisters she thought were lost and reunite her family, Sol also has an obligation to the humans she's sworn to protect. But worse, she has a growing love for only man who can make her feel complete. Can Sol learn to except her differences and give herself completely over to the breaking of Blood Dawn?

Blood Denial

Loki knew the Nicaean that looked at her hungrily was trouble from the moment she laid eyes on him. What she never imagined, however, was that the condescending egomaniac would send her running for the hills or that she'd never be able to get the taste of him off her lips.

As the Clage move in with hopes of destroying Loki's world, can she let go and learn to live and love again and fight beside of the man who already owns her heart? Or is she bound to continue to run in a constant state of Blood Denial?

“I rage against the denial of what I do not wish to accept, all the while knowing that despite my defiance, the truth is always the truth and no means of rejection will make it otherwise.”

Loki

Excerpt:

"You suppose they know who we are?" Loki asked the others as she toyed with the Celtic pendent that hung around her neck. It belonged to her mother, a memento their father retrieved from the Asylum vault at her request. Normally such things were claimed by the patient’s family when their loved ones passed, but no-one had even known the woman’s name, let alone if she had any family.

"If we could find our blood mates then we wouldn’t be in such danger," Cere stared off dreamily and her sisters rolled their eyes. There may have only been twelve hours difference in their ages, but Ares would swear it was more. Not that any of them looked to be over the age of twenty five or anywhere close to their true age.

"Just what we all need, males telling us what and when we can do things," Ares added sarcastically. Their father may have intended his twelve daughters, each named for an ancient Norse, Greek or Roman god, to be the blood mates of the Nicaeans, but Ares had no intention of being anyone’s playmate. The women hadn't even been able to find their entire group of siblings, yet. They’d searched ever since that fateful night that left the daughters separated and as a result, Ares didn’t have time to cater to the needs of some overbearing male, predestined or otherwise. Ares had been the first born and Cere last, their DNA specially engineered to match and amplify the strength of their predestined mates, the Nicaean warriors who much like the sisters, were vampires for lack of a better term. The hybrid births of the sisters to human mothers had come at a cost, however.

While life of each mother had been forfeited upon the child’s birth, their father had seen to each of their needs right up to his own untimely death. Dr. Nash was a brilliant man, well beyond his time in the realm of science and technology. Some of his basic theories were just now considered to be on the threshold of innovation or invention.

The sisters spent the first twenty years of their lives housed in an ancient estate outside of Charleston, South Carolina. They were trained, schooled, and prepared for the role their father planned for them from the moment they were born. But all of that changed in a single night of death and destruction, a night that left the sisters scattered to all corners of the world and changed how they viewed themselves and their role in this war forever.

Someone in the inner workings of the estate had fallen under the influence of the Clage, a group of warring vampires whose entire existence was based on death, destruction, and world domination. In exchange for what the person must have thought was immortality, someone Dr. Nash trusted sold the location and security codes to the estate to their sworn enemy. The attack came at dusk as most of the estates occupants were waking. The Clage attacked mercilessly and from every possible direction. The dim minded minions were no stronger than ordinary humans but they didn’t fear death which made them reckless and highly dangerous. Since the attack, a death sentence was rendered to any Clage member stupid enough to wander into the Crimson Erotica.

Ares wasn’t certain whether the first objective of the raid had been to capture them or kill the sisters. She only knew that it destroyed everything she’d ever known. She, Cere and Loki had been the last to escape the raging inferno that erupted during the assault. How many others survived or where they were was still unknown. Ares recalled brief glimpses of some of them during the attack. She was certain she’d seen Chaos jump through one of the large picture windows. Ares had spoken briefly with Sol, but they’d been separated by falling debris and what happened to her after that was unknown. Ares, Loki, and Cere fled to the outskirts of Pittsburg and through some clever investing and a few favors from some of the cities paid officials, the girls managed to secure their club. They considered it their own sort of revenge and social service club. After all, as Ares always said, the only good sucker was a dead one.

Author Bio:

JL Oiler grew up in the mountains of West Virginia where she still lives with her husband and children. She is a graduate of Fairmont State University in Fairmont West Virginia, and holds a Master’s degree from Ball State University in Muncie Indiana. She always possessed a passion to create stories to entertain her friends and family, but life led her on a variety of paths before she found the opportunity to return to the dream of writing stories to share.

JL currently has stories with Rebel Ink Press and Silver Publishing. She enjoys the Erotic Paranormal genre, but has dabbled in other areas of romance as well. Her first release came in January of 2010, since that time she has had multiple individual releases as well as the opportunity to work on several anthologies. She can often be found chatting about upcoming events or releases on facebook .

BITE WITH HEIGHT by Lucy Felthouse

2011-06-12T09:17:00.000-04:00

Bite with Height is the hot new FF vampire romance by the wicked and wonderful Lucy Felthouse. I can't wait to sink my teeth into this one. Lucy is sharing an except today. Enjoy!

Blurb: When Meg spots a young woman alone in the Pigalle district of Paris at night, she's intrigued. She has to know her story and find out why she looks so sad and alone. After introducing herself, Meg realizes that she and Grace have a lot in common. But when they decide to go and grab a drink together, they discover a mutual love that could bond them forever.

Available at:
https://nobleromance.com/Books/298

Web: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Creator of: http://eroticaforall.co.uk

EXCERPT

Meg was hungry. Or, to be more precise, she was thirsty. Taking her usual route down the Boulevard de Clichy, she knew she'd find something suitable to drink if she waited long enough. The Pigalle area was notorious both in Paris and further afield, known for its sleazy bars, clubs, and sex shops. Most young women traveling alone would avoid it like the plague. Not Meg. For her, it was the ideal hunting ground.

At this time, just past sunset, it was always full of people, some going about their daily life, which just happened to take the crowds through one of the city's seediest areas. Others came to stare, bug-eyed, at the voluptuous women trying to entice them into lap-dancing clubs. They giggled behind their fingers as they shuffled past shop windows advertising all manner of equipment for use in the bedroom.

Then there were stag and hen parties—groups that descended on Pigalle, spent an evening causing havoc in the bars and clubs, then left, having laughed themselves hoarse and having drunk a skinful.

Most of these people were utterly harmless. The area was an attraction, a bit of fun. For others, it was much more. Attacks on working girls were not uncommon. Or at least, they hadn't been. The crime rates had dropped dramatically since Meg had moved to the area. Nobody, much less the police, knew why. And Meg didn't intend for them to find out.

Meg thought she had a thorough measure of the area and its inhabitants, so, she was completely taken by surprise when she saw the girl. By now, Meg was much further up the boulevard, on a strip of pavement between the Moulin Rouge and the inevitable branch of Starbucks. Glancing across at the coffee house, Meg spotted her. The girl sat at a table outside, gripping a cup of something-or-other as though her life depended on it.

She was beautiful. She was also completely out of place. At this time, the majority of people were here because they wanted to be. This girl looked as though she would rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Wondering if the girl had been coerced into coming by a boyfriend, Meg gritted her teeth and crossed the road.

As she drew closer, she realized there was no other cup on the table, no evidence at all to suggest that the girl was there with someone else. Meg headed inside and ordered a Cappuccino with an extra shot. Caffeine always did her the world of good. It warmed the blood. Taking her beverage outside, she heaved a sigh of relief as she noted both that the girl was still there, and that the seat beside her was the only one available.

Moving toward the girl, Meg smiled and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken."

Momentarily startled, the girl looked at Meg and smiled shyly. "Sure, no problem. There's nobody sitting there."

"Thanks. I'm Meg, by the way," she said, extending a hand.

"Grace," the girl replied, temporarily removing a hand from her cup to shake Meg's. She put it straight back on again, but not before Meg noticed a slight tremble. The girl looked as though she was about to go back inside her own head, so Meg spoke quickly.

"So, what brings you here? I can't help but notice you're not local."

"Oh," Grace said, as if surprised that Meg was still there. "I live in Paris. I moved here with my boyfriend, but . . . ." she looked at her hands.

Suddenly, a piece of the puzzle clicked into place.

"I'm sorry," Meg replied. "I didn't mean to pry. I'm just a little lonely, I guess. Just making conversation."

"You?" Grace replied incredulously, studying Meg. "If you're struggling for company, then there's no hope for me!"

"Depends what kind of company you're looking for. Can't say there are many desirables 'round here, though!" She looked around, as though to prove her point. "Say, you want to get a proper drink?"

Meg stood, hoping Grace would follow her lead. She looked down at the girl, smiled, and held out a hand. She watched Grace's posture visibly relax, and her grin grew wider as she put down her cup and took the offered hand.

True Identity by Lila Munro

2011-06-08T08:35:00.000-04:00

True Identity is a brand new release by Lila Munro. This hot follow-up to Identity Crisis is one sizzling contemporary BDSM story that will have you turning up the AC. Lila is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

You have to leave the city of your comfort…

Jillian Stewart was as straight laced as they came. Or was she? After one man tearing her down to her very foundation, she’s set out on a path of self-discovery. Pursuing a Master’s degree in sociology, Jill’s determined to wrap her mind around the complexities of the BDSM world. Getting into a good doctorate program won’t be easy so she’s pulling out all the stops. After disregarding her professor’s warning against subjecting herself to the lifestyle, Jill finds she’s drawn to her tutor. But this isn’t her world. Is it?

and go into the wilderness of your intuition…

A career Marine Corps officer, Stephan Sachelles has always chosen to keep his lifestyle choices to himself. He avoids the underground house parties on the base to frequent a club miles from home in an effort to protect his privacy. Steph’s been a Master at Steele Image for years and he's enjoyed the company of many of the subs there with no intention of ever settling on just one. How would he make that work…it wasn’t like he could convert his base house into the dungeon of his dreams. Then Jill walks through the door. Steph’s intuition tells him there’s wild abandon inside her fighting for a chance at life. In the depths of her eyes, far behind the over analysis of everything she encounters, Steph sees the heart of a true submissive. But the resistance Jill puts up is driving Steph crazy. While she’s a good student, she just won't let go. Fighting his own internal battle, Steph finds he wants nothing more than to be the only Master to help her find her true identity.

Available at All Romance:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-trueidentity-560036-147.html

Excerpt:

“Where the hell are we going?” Jill asked sharply, fighting Steph’s grip and trying to pull free every step of the way. When Steph didn’t answer, she started to fear he might be on his way to toss her back out of the club on her ass. As determined as she had been an hour ago to get the hell out of here, she now knew she wasn’t quite done with her little field trip, and in the back of her mind she knew wanting to stay had nothing to do with her damn thesis. “You’re not kicking me out are you?” she gasped as they neared the narrow hallway leading back out to the bar area.

“No, I’m not.” Steph didn’t look at her and didn’t slow down. “But if you intend to stay, you’re going to learn to play by the rules that I give you and not continually mouth off. I realize you obviously can’t contain your curiosity, you get so wound up in picking things apart you forget who you’re talking to, but that’s no excuse for rude, and honey, I’m going to satisfy part of that curiosity right now.”

When Jill realized they were back at the spanking bench, icy fingers of dread clutched her heart and it sped up three-fold hammering her ribcage. He did not intend to spank her. No, a voice screamed in her head, while another one niggled its way in and whispered, yes. Oh God, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t even have one of those safe words she’d read about. Would he even listen to her if she did and used it?

Steph unlatched the red velvet rope behind which the bench and several scary looking paddles and straps of all sorts hung. He stepped through and pulled Jill in behind him refastening the barrier as a few other people started to collect. He was not only going to spank her, but other people were going to watch. Jill’s throat constricted and tears of regret at not being able to do one simple thing, be nice not rude, welled up in her eyes.

“What are the tears about already?” Steph asked, pulling her to the side of the bench. “We’re not even started.”

“I’m sorry, Master Steph,” Jill whispered. “I won’t do it again, Sir.” She glanced around at the people collected and mixed emotions swept over her. First she wanted to die and fall in a hole then she wanted to pull her panties down herself and give her ass willingly to Steph. Damn it! She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not here, not now.

“I’ve been watching you very closely, Jill,” Steph said in a less hardened voice. “I know you want more than to just watch. I also know you have limits. I’m quite certain spanking isn’t one of them. Is it?”

Jill shook her head like a puppet being mastered by a string.

“We’ll have a much more in depth discussion of those limits later, as long as you agree right now this isn’t on that list.” Steph waited a few seconds before prompting her. “Jill, answer me.”

“Spanking is not on the list, Sir.” Jill swallowed hard and forced out a few more words. “Please don’t make me take off my shirt.” Her voice audibly shook. The memory of Master Kyle’s fingers gliding over what lay beneath it swamped Jill. If Steph made her take off her shirt in here, in front of all these people, two Xanax wouldn’t enough to bring her back to Earth.

“I won’t,” Steph assured her, running his hands up and down her arms. “Now bend over and put your hands on the bench shoulder width apart. I won’t restrain you this time.”

Jill did what Steph commanded. Once she was bent over, he ran a knee between her thighs and forced them hip distance apart. For a moment he was gone and even though the room was filled with chatter and music, Jill heard the silence his absence caused buzzing in her ears. Then he was bent over with his hand on her shoulder and his face so close to hers she could feel his breath whispering across her throat.

“Look at me, Jill,” he said firmly. “This is important.”

Not wanting him to read her eyes again and see that she had figured out that she not only wanted a spanking but needed it, and from him, Jill stalled.

“Jill. Look. At. Me.”

Jill turned her head and was immediately lost in his eyes. They held her prisoner in that moment and she was quite sure she’d have let him do almost anything to her.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” Steph asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” A voice came out of Jill but she was certain it wasn’t her own. It was some slut’s voice from the past.

“Have you ever had one before?”

“No, Sir,” she squeaked.

“Jill, you’re safe word is red for the rest of the night. If you’re in too much pain physically or emotionally at any time, use it and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Steph’s eyes never left hers.

“Yes, I understand, Sir.” Jill’s hands nearly slipped off the bench they were so damp with cold sweat.

“Does what I’m about to do trigger that physical danger fear?” Steph asked, running his fingers along her throat.

“No, Sir.” Jill didn’t even hesitate. For some reason, she didn’t feel threatened and she was pretty certain Steph already knew that before he asked. Damn him.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Jill squeezed her eyes shut as Steph flipped the end of her skirt up her back and slid her emerald green thong over her hips and down her thighs to hang suspended between her ankles. Great. Now everyone behind them could see her fat ass. That knowledge was worse than knowing Steph would soon spank her. His palms ran over her ass checks and up her spine, then back again, the circles he traced getting smaller and smaller until he caressed only the center most part of her backside as of defining his territory. Just as Jill was caught in the lull of his feather light touch, his hands left her and one of them came down across her right cheek with a resounding pop. Jill surprised herself by staying rigid. The first swat was only a tap for as loud as it was. Steph ran his fingertips over the offended flesh for a few seconds then came down on her other cheek a bit harder.

Nothing. There was no fiery heat pooling anywhere, no electricity licking her insides…Pop! Steph slapped her on the first cheek once more and Jill surged forward. That one hurt and she bit back a grunt. It was then that Steph fell into a pattern. He would strike one cheek soothe it with a gentle stroke then assault the other cheek and repeat, all the while the heaviness of the swats getting more intense until Jill’s ass seared and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. And there was the heat. The blessed heat of arousal settled between her legs and her pussy throbbed and clenched. Steph continued the punishment until Jill was gasping and a steady stream of relief ran down her face, across her lips and down her chin to fall to the floor beneath her head with a sad plop. She hadn’t imagined it. It was quite possible for her to be turned on by pain, and quite real.

Then the spanking ceased. A solitary finger ran down the seam of Jill’s pussy and across her clit then Steph pulled away from her completely. Jill tilted her head to find him once again bent over staring at her. The finger that he’d run over her was under her nose glistening.

“You can’t possibly lie to me anymore, Jill. At least not about this,” Steph told her softly.

Steph smiled at her then slipped his forefinger between his lips and sucked her muskiness from it. Jill’s pussy palpitated with need.

Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina. She’s a military wife and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fourteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. She’s a member in good standing with the RWA, Passionate Ink and EPIC. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, A Slower Lower Love, Salvation, Force Recon: Beacon Bayou, and Identity Crisis. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2010-2011. Ms. Munro also works as the Director of Marketing and Public Relations for Rebel Ink Press. She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted via her website http://lilamunro.weebly.com , her joint effort website http://www.wickedmuses.blogspot.com or through Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Lila_Munro You can also contact her via email at lilasromance@gmail.com For more information about Rebel Ink Press please visit their website at www.rebelinkpress.com

Said Claudia Rhyes at Manic Readers about Identity Crisis, book one of the Identity series:

“Identity Crisis is a hot and fun read. I was a little confused at the beginning and how it started out, but the author cleared it up quickly. This is the first story I have read by this author and I am eager to read more. I loved the detail and description, especially when it came to the main characters and what they wanted. The author painted a tale of a rich, spoiled man who finds want he really wants at an unexpected place. I love the fire that Tori has inside of her. Again, the detail, conflict, and overall romance of the story gave you just enough without going overboard. There are also naughty little treats hidden within this tale that will make you need a cool glass of water and a fan.”

Find out more about Lila here: http://lilamunro.weebly.com/

It's a Blog Party

2011-06-06T08:39:00.000-04:00

I'm at the Goddess Fish Party Pavilion! 9 am to 9 pm EST

I'll be posting throughout the day, along with a lot of other people. Come see what's going on. There will be lots of excerpts, and other good stuff including giveaways so check back often.

Happy Monday!

The First Bride, Brides of Bachelor Bay 1 by Sofia Hunt

2011-06-02T08:42:00.000-04:00

The First Bride, Brides of Bachelor Bay 1 by Sofia Hunt

Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, sex toys

“In an era where land is as unsettled as the times, these brave brides fight for their right to live and love--always in threes.”

Washington Territory, 1864

Ladies,

Gallagher Logging and the Gallagher brothers welcome you to Port Steele on beautiful Bachelor Bay in Washington Territory.

You have chosen to embark on a journey rife with excitement to an untamed land of incomparable beauty where the trees are as tall as mountains, the water as blue as any sapphire, and the men outnumber the women fifty to one. To leave the comfort of civilization and the support of your families to journey west takes great courage, but you are all courageous women. Together we will write the history of Washington Territory and develop the foundation of future generations.

Thank you for joining us in our quest to settle this land. May you love well, live long, make your fortunes, and attain your desires.

Logan, Gage, Andrew, and Noah Gallagher

Gallagher Lumber and Timber

Available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-first-bride

Sofia's Website:

http://www.sofiahunt.com

Find Sofia on Facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/sofiahuntauthor

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STORY EXCERPT

For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Mary Prescott was sorely tempted to abandon her vow to remain single. But entertaining such foolish notions as marrying again didn’t negate the truth of her situation. She’d signed on to this journey under false pretenses. No man would want her if he knew the truth. Nor would she trap an unsuspecting suitor into a marriage built on lies. Yet, there were other ways, though scandalous, to be with a man, ways which didn’t involve marriage.

Lizzie had never been the scandalous type. As the oldest of three children, all girls, she’d been the responsible, dependable daughter, despite her penchant for disregarding propriety at times. This land appealed to her sense of adventure and her disdain for the restrictions men placed on women. In an uncivilized land like this, a woman should be able to live by her own rules. Or so she hoped.

Lizzie hung back while the remaining female passengers, twenty-three young women, leaned over the ship’s railing. They gawked at the sea of men crowding the dock below. Potential husbands, every one of them, and plenty to pick from. These big, raw-boned men were dressed in their Sunday best. Their hair slicked back, their jaws freshly shaved. Big men for a big country. Hopefully, big hearts, too.

She shuddered as her wayward mind imagined the inappropriate and unacceptable things such men could do to a woman. It was not for her to find out. This trip was not about her. She would remain strong for her sisters and see that they secured marriages to suitable men of high moral standing and reputation, men with secure finances.

Once she completed her task, she’d fade into obscurity as a teacher in a rural school.

The sun peeked through the clouds, certainly a good omen. She could use some good luck.

The Civil War had decimated the male population back East. The few available men in her hometown paid her no mind. She stood too tall, lacked the fine-boned features men favored, and was a mite sharp-tongued and opinionated. Only one man had showed interest, but that nightmare was over.

Besides, she craved adventure. Yet, travelling from the East Coast to Puget Sound in Washington Territory proved to be more adventure than she’d bargained for, with the storms and whatnot.

But they’d made it. Every one of them. She glanced at each of her two sisters standing in front of her on the railing. Olivia, the shy middle sister who’d rather be reading a book, shrank back at the sight of all that masculinity and gazed up at Lizzie, obviously overwhelmed.

“I just want to sleep on a bed that doesn’t pitch and roll all night long.” Olivia pushed her glasses up with the tip of her finger and squinted at the crowd.

“As do I.” Lizzie patted her sister’s arm.

“I’ll never set foot on a boat again.”

“It doesn’t hold much interest to me, either. But we’re here, and look at the reception we’re getting.”

“It is disconcerting.”

Lizzie couldn’t agree more, but for once, held her tongue.

“It’s impressive. All these men. I could swoon.” Amelia, the youngest and prettiest sister, assessed the crowd. Her sharp eyes missed nothing. “I see several possibilities.”

“With your fair appearance, you’ll have your pick.” Lizzie smoothed her wrinkled dress and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, aware of what a fright she must appear. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here to marry, only to find mates for her sisters, good, kind husbands.

“Yes, you will. They won’t even notice us.” Olivia let out a deep breath.

Amelia smiled and squeezed Olivia’s hand. “You, Olivia, will also have no shortage of suitors.”

Olivia turned to Lizzie. “And you, too.”

“I’m twenty-five, way past marrying age.” Her age was the least of her problems.

“I suspect if you’re a female and still breathing, you’re marrying age around here,” Amelia quipped and waved her handkerchief at one particularly enthusiastic man who’d climbed a tall pole to see over the crowd.

“She’s right, you know.” Olivia peered at the men over the rims of her reading glasses.

“I have no desire to be subservient to any man.” She didn’t add why. They all knew why.

“Yet you would wish that fate on us?”

“The both of you wouldn’t consider it fate, but a pleasant task.”

“Very pleasant.” Amelia leaned further over the railing. Her cleavage caught the men’s attention as she waved at the group with her lace handkerchief. Lizzie prayed she’d marry Amelia off before she soiled her reputation as a lady. Her bold approach to men and her inherent recklessness worried both older sisters. Amelia barely avoided scandal back in Boston.

Lizzie looked into the crowd. One man stood back from the group, leaning negligently against a tree. With a big, muscled body, dark wavy hair, and a ruggedly handsome face, he’d attract attention wherever he went. He oozed authority in the way of a stallion in a herd of mares. His gaze slammed into her with an intensity which almost sent her reeling backward. He trapped her with a look and held her captive. With a knowing smirk, he tipped his stained hat at her. Lizzie’s body heated, and her breath sat heavy in her lungs, making it hard to draw a breath. Moistness grew between her legs.

Lizzie forced her attention elsewhere, but she could still feel his eyes on her, almost as if he’d physically caressed her. Shaken, she busied herself by grabbing her bag and rummaging through it. When she stole a glance in the man’s direction, he’d disappeared into the crowd.

ADULT EXCERPT

Watching his brother fuck Lizzie so thoroughly and Lizzie loving every second of raunchy sex with his brother shattered Logan’s paper-thin control.

Not even allowing her a second to recover, Logan flipped her over onto her stomach.

“On your hands and knees,” he growled into her ear. She tried to comply, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Lizzie sprawled on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. The little vixen was still recovering from her second orgasm of the night, but they weren’t done with her yet. Not even close.

“She’s not cooperating, is she, brother?” Gage grinned. He loved this part. Knowing the routine, Gage opened the drawer in the nightstand and removed a leather strap. He tossed it to his brother and waited.

“Lizzie, this is the last time I’m going to ask you nice. On all fours, now.”

“Please, not yet.”

Logan raised the strap and brought it down hard on her bare ass, leaving a nice red stripe across one rounded butt cheek.

Lizzie’s head shot up, and she screamed in surprise and pain.

“No screaming, woman. That’s one of the rules, remember?”

Lizzie nodded and struggled to her hands and knees, but she’d been disobedient and Logan liked obedience in his bed. He raised the strap three more times, leaving nice little crisscross marks on her ass, not hitting her hard enough to raise welts.

He nodded to Gage. “Give her something to do with that mouth of hers.”

Gage grinned. He knew what came next. Kneeling in front of her, Gage offered Lizzie his half-erect cock. “Clean my cock, hon, and don’t leave any of your juices on it.”

Lizzie bent her head to the task. Logan spread her knees wider and exposed her beautiful pink pussy. Raising the strap, he aimed and snapped it down between her legs, hitting his target perfectly. Lizzie threw her head back and let out an enraged scream.

“What the hell was that for?”

She tried to turn around, obviously pissed as hell. Gage held her shoulders, keeping her in place. That bit of attitude really turned Logan on. He’d tame this little wench or have a damn good time attempting to do so.

Tossing the strap aside, for he’d proven his point, Logan plunged his cock into her cum-drenched hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pulling out and leaving only the tip inside, he slammed into her again. She moaned and tilted her hips to take him deeper. That was his little Lizzie. In a few short weeks, she’d learned to love his cock as much as he loved her pussy. Withdrawing, he thrust harder, pushing her head into Gage’s stomach.

Gage guided her mouth onto his half-hard cock, and she sucked greedily on it. When it disappeared deep into her mouth, Logan buried his cock deep in her cunt. Damn, one of the most beautiful sights was watching his cock slide in and out of his wife’s cunt while she sucked on his brother’s cock.

Logan knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He also knew Lizzie liked her pleasure served with a little pain. Reaching underneath her, he pinched both nipples and twisted while he fucked her hard from behind. Gage muffled her cries by holding her cock-filled mouth.

Logan threw back his head and shouted his release. He pulled out and emptied his load on her striped butt cheeks. The thick substance splattered on her ass and ran down her legs. Logan rolled onto the bed and collapsed, as boneless as a jellyfish. He lay still for a moment, savoring the tempestuous emotions bombarding him. The sounds of Gage fucking her mouth drifted to him, sweet music to his ears, and brought him back to the present. Rolling over, he watched as Gage thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Keep her occupied,” Logan gave Gage a brother-to-brother look, and Gage nodded. Time to start the next phase of his wife’s training.

Withdrawing completely, Gage grinned at Lizzie’s whimpered protest. “You want more, baby?”

Lizzie nodded. Saliva ran down her chin, one of the most erotic sights he’d ever witnessed. She grabbed his cock and sucked on it with delicious abandon, going deep on him again.

Logan plunged two fingers into her sopping hole and swirled them around. He removed them and slid his cock back into her. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he established a rhythm. When she started squirming underneath him and sucked noisily on his brother’s cock, he knew she was as ready as she’d ever be.

He circled her butthole with his wet index finger. Bending down, he licked the tight little hole and violated it with his tongue. She wiggled her ass in his face. Her cries were muffled by the cock buried in her mouth. She adjusted to his invasion of her ass so he dared to take the next step. He pushed the tip of his finger in her tight ass and used it in concert with his soothing tongue. She froze and attempted to squirm away from him. He held her firm and pushed his finger in a little further.

Summer Loving by Cooper McKenzie

2011-05-27T10:01:00.000-04:00

Summer Loving by Cooper McKenzie

Welcome to Sanctuary 3

A great addition to the series and another hot read!

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, sex toys]

When Summer Ryan arrives in North Carolina for her sister’s wedding, the last thing she expects is to stay for more than a week. Her life is half a world away. Then Cole and Dawson claim her as their mate.

With their brothers claiming Spring and Winter as their mates they hope, but hardly expect to find their mate in the Charlotte Airport. She’s not surprised by their abilities, but before they can fully claim her as their own, an emergency call comes, demanding their return to help find a lost child. Summer agrees to go with them, and then she makes a demand she wonders if they’ll be able to fulfill.

Will Summer be able to give up her vagabond life for two shape-shifting Irish Wolfhounds? Will Cole and Dawson be able to commit to marriage as their brothers are doing?

Summer Loving is available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/summer-loving
Cooper's Website: http://coopermckenzie.webs.com/

ADULT EXCERPT

When Summer woke, she did not open her eyes at first. She was afraid that her meeting with Cole and Dawson had been a dream and when she opened her eyes she would find herself back in her cramped Russian hotel room, alone and horny. Then she felt warm hands caressing her body. Four hands brushing over her skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere they went.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at her body.

“Oh, thank God, you’re real,” she whispered as the one on her right licked his way up the mound of her breast then swirled his hot, wet tongue around her erect nipple.

The other one lifted his head and looked at her. Green eyes. Cole. Which meant Dawson was the one now suckling at her tit as if it his life depended on it.

“Now, why would you think otherwise?” he asked as he took her other nipple between his finger and thumb and began to gently roll it.

“Oh,” Summer moaned and arched into their touch. “That feels so damn good.”

“Like that do you, little one?” Cole asked as he flicked her nipple back and forth several times before replacing fingers with lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she answered, lifting both hands and speared their hair with her fingers.

Though she’d never told anyone, and never tested the theory, she’d always been of the opinion that her breasts were sensitive enough that she could get off just from playing with them. Without thinking about what she was doing, her knees bent and she began to lift her hips, fucking the air as the brothers suckled.

She sucked a breath and held it when a finger brushed over the entrance to her pussy. She didn’t know which brother that finger belonged to and she didn’t care. It all felt too good. After dipping in and swirling around her cunt, the digit gently brushed its way between her lower lips to her clit. As that finger began to circle the little knot of nerve-filled flesh, another finger took its place. This one went even deeper. It fucked in and out several times as it twisted back and forth. Then it disappeared.

“No,” she whined then made a sound of protest when the missing finger pressed against her back hole. “I’ve never…”

“Shhh, baby, it’s all right. I’m going to start stretching your ass so soon Cole can fuck your beautiful pussy while I take your ass.”

Dawson lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. Then he went right back to nibbling at the generous mound of flesh as his finger smoothed around and around and around her puckered star.

As Summer tried to formulate an argument, Cole took her clit between his fingers and pinched it, scattering her thoughts to the four winds. She could only feel as the brothers worked together with fingers and hands and lips and tongues.

That distracted her long enough for Dawson to slide the full length of his finger into her virgin hole. As he began to fuck her, Cole worked two fingers into her cunt. It took only a few minutes of their undivided attention before she bucked and came. Her mind went blank as she gave herself over to their ministrations.

When she was able to think again, she found herself wanting even more. She wasn’t sure what it was about these two men, but they turned her on like no other man ever had before. Opening her eyes, she found herself with her head on Dawson’s shoulder and Cole’s hard cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

“Happy birthday, little one,” Cole said, brushing a kiss over the bite mark he’d give her the night before. That touch sent a quiver of need through her.

She looked up at Dawson and smiled. “Is it my birthday?”

He smiled at her and nodded. “Yes, what would you like to do with it?”

Summer didn’t have to think before saying, “I want to suck your cock while Cole fucks me. Then I want to go shopping.”

As she spoke, she ran her hand down Dawson’s body to his thick, hard cock. She traced her way down the underside with two fingers before cupping her hand gently around his balls. “Then later I want to suck Cole’s cock while you fuck me.”

Both brothers groaned in response. She felt Cole’s cock twitch before he licked her shoulder again. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he murmured, his voice low and dark.

“Me, too,” Dawson agreed.

After he sat up and moved to lean against the headboard, Samantha rolled over and crawled between his widespread legs. He was longer than any cock she’d ever taken before. Wrapping one hand around the base, she swirled her tongue around the crown before taking just the head between her lips.

As she slowly took more and more of Dawson’s cock into her mouth, she felt Cole as he moved in close behind her. She pulled off the cock in front of her and moaned as he thrust full length into her on the first push. She sucked a breath as his short hairs brushed against her ass cheeks.

Chamomile Nights (Cafe Midnight) by Zenobia Renquist

2011-05-25T10:21:00.002-04:00

I'm thrilled to share another great release from Zenobia Renquist who also writes as D. Renee Bagby. Her stories are always unique and her world-building puts you right in the setting. CHAMOMILE NIGHTS is an interracial, paranormal story full of magic and erotic romance. Enjoy!

Patrice is the backbone of her company. She's never met a problem she can't conquer, except her stress. She's stretched to the breaking point until she finds Café Midnight. Her waiter serves up a cup of relaxing tea with hot passion on the side. She's found a way to truly relax, but is she willing to let her sexy waiter serve her at home?

Available at Changeling Press:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1599

Author's site: http://zenobiarenquist.com

Excerpt

"Excuse me, miss."

Patrice turned toward the man who had spoken. She barely kept her jaw from dropping open. Hotness incarnate stood wearing the café uniform with a long waist apron to complete the image.

His white buttoned-up shirt clung to his sculpted, muscled physique like a second skin. It was short-sleeved, so she had an unimpeded view of his hard biceps. He wore two leather wristbands, one on each wrist, giving him a bad boy look. Long, sandy-blond hair spilled over one shoulder. Coupled with his knowing look, it helped the image along.

He smiled at her.

"Is my order ready?" She started to get up but the man laid a hand on her shoulder, urging her to sit back down.

"Not quite. I was hoping to interest you in a sample of our newest tea, Chamomile Nights. It is an herbal infusion containing chamomile, hibiscus, mint, rose petals, and lemongrass. Perfect for relaxation."

"Sounds nice. I could use some relaxation right about now."

"One moment." The waiter walked to the counter and retrieved a cup sitting there. He returned to Patrice and held out the cup. "Would you care for some sugar?"

"No, but thank you. I prefer to have it raw -- as it were -- when I first try it so I can actually taste the flavor. If I like it, the next time I'll add sugar."

"Sounds wise."

She thought the waiter would leave, but he remained at her side, watching her. He probably wanted to know what she thought of the tea so he could report the information to his boss.

She took a cautious sip, trying not to burn her tongue. The chamomile was definitely the strongest component of the tea. It tasted wonderful. She inhaled the scent of the lemongrass as she took another sip.

Cradling the cup, she sat back with a sigh as all of the tension seemed to leave her body. The tea worked fast. "This is delicious."

"I'm glad you like it."

Rather than a cup of coffee, she needed more of this tea. She looked up at the waiter. "Is it too late to change my order?"

"Not at all. What would you like?"

"Instead of the coffee, can I have a large cup of this? What did you call it?"

"Chamomile Nights. I'll bring that right out to you with the rest of your order."

"Will that change the price?"

"Not at all."

"Oh, good. Thank you."

"I will return shortly."

Patrice nodded and then took another sip of the tea. The cup was small, so it didn't take long to finish off her sample. She was happy she had ordered more.

The waiter returned with a drink tray in one hand and a small pastry bag in the other. He set both on the end table beside Patrice's recliner and then held out his hand to her. "May I help you up?"

Chivalry wasn't dead after all. She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He put a little too much strength into his pull, and she ended up running into his hard chest. His other arm circled around her waist, holding her against him before she could step back.

"What are you --?"

Her words were cut off when the man's mouth landed on hers. She was too surprised to close her mouth. When the thought finally occurred, his tongue was already past her lips and exploring. He teased her tongue with his.

She found herself returning his kiss without knowing why. She should be smacking him for kissing her. But his kiss felt so nice and soothing, just like the tea she had drunk. Or maybe the tea had calmed her down more than she had realized.

That must be the case because she didn't protest when she felt the man's hand gripping her ass.

He moved forward, urging her back until she landed on the recliner again. Except, it wasn't the same recliner. It was flat like a bed...

Title: Chamomile Nights (Cafe Midnight) by Zenobia Renquist

ISBN: 978-1-60521-614-0
Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Paranormal, Magic, Interracial, Erotic Romance
Price: $3.99

Ruby Red Metallic by Casey Sheridan

2011-05-20T17:58:00.000-04:00

Ruby Red Mettalic is a new release by Casey Sheridan. It's a fast-paced short story with an intriguing plot. Casey is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

Alaina knows her cars, and she doesn’t view what she does for a living as stealing. Using all the physical attributes she has at her disposal, she merely acquires the high-end vehicles for a business partner. Although the beautiful cars turn her on, she has her heart set on a particular gem. When she finds her jewel, Alaina is pleasantly surprised by its handsome owner, Scott.

Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?

Available at Breathless Press:
http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/ruby-red-metallic.html

Visit Casey at: http://www.casey-sheridan.com/

EXCERPT

The curves were simply sensual, beautiful. Her hands caressed the hard body while they traveled over the smooth silken surface. Her heart fluttered, and tingles of excitement coursed through her veins.

Alaina had been to a number of these meet-ups and had always been disappointed. Sure, she saw some gorgeous specimens and she flirted a lot, but she knew what she was looking for and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. But this time was different. She spied what she wanted almost immediately upon her arrival.

She knew the men watched her as she strode past them, past their Lamborghinis, their BMW’s, their Aston Martens, but they didn’t matter. She had found her jewel. Her ruby.

His deep voice flowed over her like a warm sensual bath. "It's called Ruby Red Metallic. The sunlight does make her stand out, doesn't it? You like Porsche?"

A faint breeze blew and picked up the scent of her soft floral perfume. She stepped a little closer to him, hoping he could smell the sexy fragrance and gave him her most alluring smile. "Like? No. I love them. They're my passion."

One of his brows arched up, and his eyes smoldered as they dipped to her cleavage for a moment before a smile slowly curved his lips and showed off his perfect teeth. "Really?" He held his hand out to her. "I'm Scott."

She placed her hand in his warm powerful one and took her time to give him a once over. She noted the large hands went along with big feet and a huge bulge in his pants. This was going to prove more interesting then she first expected. "I'm Alaina."

Scott bowed over her hand and pressed his lips to it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alaina."

The small gentleman-like gesture warmed Alaina, and she almost felt giddy. What is happening to me?

The Pet Shop by K D Grace

2011-05-16T10:27:00.000-04:00

Best-selling author, K D Grace, is sharing a delicious excerpt from her new erotic novel – The Pet Shop. Enjoy!

Blurb:
In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES 's boss sends her a pet – a human pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.

Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.

Buy Now: http://www.erotica-romance-ebooks.com/the-pet-shop.html

EXCERPT

‘This is Tino.’ Anne placed a hand under the man’s chin and lifted his head so Stella could see his lovely stubbled face, blushing as though she had just caught him masturbating behind the sofa.

He offered half a shy smile then quickly lowered his head again, dark eyes disappearing behind a fringe of unruly auburn hair.

‘Tino’s uncomfortable around new people.’ Anne dropped the blue rucksack she’d been carrying by the door, and the two followed Stella into the lounge. ‘Don’t worry. He’ll get used to you.’

The way-too-freely offered stories of Anne O’Kelly’s love life had provided Stella with endless entertainment since the two had met when Stella started working for Strigida. In spite of their total lack of anything in common, the two had become fast friends. It was times like this when Stella wondered why that was. No doubt this Tino character was one of Anne’s nutters, ready to provide kinky sex for the weekend in Bath. Even Stella had to admit, a whole lot of neurotic could be overlooked in exchange for a hot weekend with someone that tall, and that hot.

Stella knew Anne had planned to drop in this evening on her way to Bath, but she hadn’t expected her quite so late, nor had she expected her to bring a friend. She said she had a surprise for her, a little token from Strigida for a job well done. Stella figured it was probably a gift voucher or maybe theatre tickets, which she would never find time to use. She’d given away mountains of them in her previous job to less deserving fellow employees simply because there was never time. A few extra quid in her paycheque would have been a lot more appreciated, though she never had time to spend that either.

In the lounge, Anne made herself comfy in the leather recliner then turned her attention to Tino. ‘Sit,’ she commanded.

The man dropped onto the floor next to her, and she ran her hand absently over his dark hair, caressing the back of his neck.

Still wondering what was going on, Stella sat down across from the two. She couldn’t help noticing, as Tino shifted to rest his head on Anne’s knee, that he was sporting an impressive erection beneath thin summer trousers.

She quickly averted her eyes, but not before her pussy got the message and warmed to the thought. These days Stella didn’t see too many hard cocks.

Anne chuckled softly and rearranged herself in the chair so Tino could nestle against her leg. ‘He’s always got a hard-on, and he loves to show it off.’ Then she added nonchalantly, ‘How about a G&T? I’m gasping.’

Stella clamoured to her feet, trying to keep her eyes on Tino’s face. ‘And what about you? What would you like?’

The man only buried his head against Anne’s leg like a shy child.

‘Tino doesn’t drink, and he’s already been fed.’

‘Already been fed?’

Anne disengaged Tino’s arms from around her leg and stood. ‘Stay here, Tino, mistresses need to talk.’

‘Mistresses? What the fuck’s going on?’

‘Shshsh!’ Anne grabbed Stella’s arm and hustled her off to the kitchen. ‘He’s very sensitive to other people’s emotions. He’s nervous enough just being in a strange place.’ She helped herself to a glass and found the gin. ‘Remember I told you my therapist said that with my relationship issues, before I got involved with a man, I should start with a plant?’

Stella nodded, ‘And if you didn’t kill the plant, work your way up to a goldfish then maybe a cat or dog. Yeah, I remember. So?’

Anne plopped an ice cube in her glass. ‘What if I don’t like goldfish? And maybe I’m allergic to cats and I’m afraid of dogs. Well ...’ She nodded toward the lounge where Tino was.

‘What? Is the RSPCA adopting out men these days?’

‘Even better.’ Anne moved closer to Stella and spoke softly around a wicked smile. ‘There’s a site called the Pet Shop. They set people up with Pets, and I’m not talking cats and dogs here, Stel. It’s temporary, only for a night, a weekend at the most.’

‘You’re kidding, right?’

‘Hon, I wouldn’t joke about something as yummy as Tino.’ She offered a naughty giggle. ‘Anyway, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say having a Pet occasionally would probably suit people like us much better than having a relationship. Our conversation the other day made me think a Pet might be exactly what you need. You certainly seem to be responding well to Tino.’ She gave Stella’s tits a passing stroke with her free hand. ‘I’d say your nips approve.’

Stella slapped her away. She had lamented to Anne that with the demands of her job, she had no time for a relationship, but someone working as hard as she did surely deserve a good shag once in a while. They had been walking along the Serpentine at the time. Anne had laughed around the mango ice lolly she had practically been fellating. Stella had assumed that meant she realised it was a joke.

She grabbed the gin bottle and poured herself a double.

‘Tino’s very low maintenance, well behaved – at least most of the time anyway, clean, quiet.’

‘Jesus, Annie, this is a bloke you’re talking about, not a stray cat.’

‘Come on,’ Anne grabbed Stella’s hand and led her back toward the lounge. ‘If he’s left alone too long, he gets bored and sometimes gets in trouble.’

‘What the hell’s he going to do, piss on the carpet?’

‘Don’t be daft. He’s house broken, but unlike most blokes, he always remembers to put the toilet seat back down.’

‘I don’t believe we’re having this conversation. How did–’ Stella stopped in her tracks sending a cascade of gin over the rim of her glass onto the carpet.

There on the floor, exactly where they left him, was Tino, head thrown back, eyes closed, enthusiastically thrusting the thick cock he’d extricated from his trousers in and out of his fisted hand.

‘Tino! Bad boy! You know better than to play with your thing without permission.’ Anne shoved past Stella and slapped his hands away from his penis.

Stella watched in fascination as the pouting Pet let Anne push his trousers down far enough to bare his exquisite bum. There were no underpants. Then, on hands and knees, he presented his arse to Anne, who gave him a resounding thwack on each cheek. Stella’s pussy practically gushed as Anne spanked him again, and his muscular buttocks clenched and relaxed, beautifully displaying the dark pucker of his anus. Stella wondered how the hell one connected up with a place like the Pet Shop and someone like Tino.

‘I hate to punish you, darling, but you must behave. What will Mistress Stella think of you being so ill-mannered? Here, let’s get you out of those clothes. I know you’re uncomfortable. You don’t mind, do you, Stel? Pets only wear clothes in public. They’re much more comfortable naked.’ She didn’t wait for Stella’s response.

Tino sat back on the floor and lifted his arse while Anne stripped him. The spanking had done nothing to diminish his huge erection. His heavy balls bounced against his thighs with Anne’s efforts.

A BIT OF ROUGH by Lucy Felthouse

2011-05-09T16:16:00.000-04:00

Here's a yummy new release by Lucy Felthouse. As soon as I read the excerpt I had to have it. And check out that cover. Who doesn't like tattoos and A BIT OF ROUGH.

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When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

Available at Noble Romance:

https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/282

Lucy's Web: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Creator of: http://eroticaforall.co.uk

A Bit of Rough By Lucy Felthouse

EXCERPT

When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. Turns out he was quite the ladies' man and had many close calls. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he'd blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. He was one of those guys you love to hate. And yet, I still fancied him rotten. It was totally bizarre. He was not my type at all.

He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. And I hate smoking. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason—or reasons—for my odd attraction to the guy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head.

He was—or at least he thought he was—a bad boy. What many would call "a bit of rough." He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. You kept him completely under wraps—preferably between the sheets—and enjoyed.

I got the vibe from his oozing self-confidence and the way he recounted his colorful sex life, that he was probably good in bed. I resolved to find out. I didn't need to make a move; his arrogance assured him he was irresistible to all women, and he came on to me, knowing I wouldn't refuse.

I almost did, just to take him down a peg or two. But he was hot, and I was horny, so I didn't mind him picking me up. After all, I had no intention of becoming one of his amusing anecdotes. I wasn't going to stick around long enough for that. I was simply in it for my "bit of rough"—then I was a goner.

We decided to go back to his place. I wouldn't have been bothered either way, but it was clear he felt more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I realized going to his place was the more sensible option. I could scoot home whenever I wanted, and he'd never know where to find me. Not that I thought for a moment he was the type to stand below my bedroom window, declaring undying love, but I wasn't about to take that chance.

As Andrew and I left the bar, my friend Jodi grabbed me for a "quick word." I excused myself and went with her to the Ladies' for our chat.

"What's the matter?" I asked her, eager now to hit the road with my conquest.

Or was I his?

"What are you doing?" Jodi asked. "You know he's a total man-whore, don't you?"

I grinned. "Of course. That's why I'm going home with him. I'm horny, he's gorgeous, and I reckon he'll be a great lay. Don't worry; I've no intention of making him a permanent fixture. This is a one-off, no strings attached."

"Fair enough. Have fun!"

I made to leave, but Jodi added, "Alison?"

I groaned, hoping I wasn't about to get a lecture on safe sex from my lovely-yet-sensible friend. That was the last thing I needed, and it would completely kill my buzz. Not to mention condoms were a given, especially with a guy I knew slept around.

"Yeah?"

"Give him one for me, will ya?"

It seemed Andrew even appealed to the sensible girls.

Back at Andrew's, I gave the place a once-over whilst he was in the kitchen getting us drinks. It was definitely at the low-scale end of bachelor pads, a small, one-bedroomed flat with very little room to maneuver. One might call it cozy, if one was being polite. The place was, however, extremely clean and tidy—much to my relief. Either this guy was a clean freak, or he had a helping hand with the housework from his mum. I hoped it was the former; that boded better for his personal hygiene, which affected me much more than whether the TV had been dusted.

I flopped onto the living room sofa just in the nick of time. Andrew smiled as he handed over my drink.

"Thanks," I said. "Nice place you've got here."

"It's not bad. Much smaller than I'd like, but it's all I can afford at the moment. It's cozy, though, isn't it?"

I grinned inwardly, anticipating his next words.

"It just means we'll have to snuggle up closer, doesn't it?"

If I hadn't been so horny, I'd have laughed out loud. But he was hot and eager. I wasn't going to risk crushing that huge ego. Not until I'd had my wicked way with him, anyway.

We sat and sipped at our drinks, making small talk with lots of meaningful eye contact. There was never any question over what was going to happen next; it was just a case of when. I found myself getting antsy, not to mention increasingly horny, and so thought I'd propel the action forward somewhat.

I knocked back my drink and set it on the table next to the sofa. Then I stood up and said, "Can I use your bathroom please?"

"Sure, it's just through there." He indicated the hallway leading off the room we were in.

I wandered through, did what I needed to do, and then inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I had no unsightly make-up smudges, or anything stuck in my teeth. After primping myself a little, I headed back into the living room. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, though I knew he wasn't far away, as I heard clinking glasses. He was washing up.

I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he'd heard me or not. I wasn't bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.

I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, "Come on sweetie, I'm sure those can wait, can't they? We have better things to be getting on with."

Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, "We most certainly do."

He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he'd clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn't sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn't care. I was about to get my bit of rough.

In classic cliché style, I took Andrew's hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I'd yet to go.

Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn't sure I'd be able to curb my hilarity if we'd started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.

Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he'd regaled us with in the pub.

He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn't seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.

I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn't planned, eh?

From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That's when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"Ten."

"Let's see 'em then."

One Night in Bangkok

2011-05-07T08:24:00.000-04:00

I just got the gorgeous new cover for One Night in Bangkok. Cover Art by Reese Dante. To see more of Reese's amazing art work, go to her web site:

http://reesedante.com/

One Night in Bangkok is due for release on June 25th but here's a sneak peek.

The temperature in Bangkok is a humid ninety degrees but things are about to get a lot hotter. David Elliot is in Thailand on business but when he meets Kai, the younger man turns his world upside down. It was never meant to be anything more than a pleasant diversion but can he walk away when it’s over?

Happy Reading!

* Hunter and the Hawk * It's Release Day!

2011-04-30T01:12:00.000-04:00

HUNTER AND THE HAWK

SYMBIOTIC MATES: 1

Blurb:

When Aidan walks into the Wolf Den and asks to see the Alpha, he doesn’t get a warm welcome. He’s barely through the door before he’s attacked. The Vampire’s arm is broken and he fears his totem animal, a Hawk, will never fly again.

Hunter, a Lycan Enforcer, comes to his aid and takes him aside for questioning. Aidan claims to have information about the murder of Hunter’s mate and he’ll trade for Lycan blood. At first, Hunter thinks it's a trap, but Aidan convinces him that the answer to both species survival may lie in their blood. Hunter agrees to secretly help Aidan in exchange for the killer’s name. But he gets more than he bargained for when he finds himself falling for the seductive vampire. When the research goes awry, he’s sure he’s been used by the scheming bloodsuckers. But is Aidan the real enemy or is it someone closer to home?

Available at Silver Publishing:
http://silverpublishing.info/index/book_authors_id/48/typefilter/book_authors

Excerpt

Hunter centered his chin over the cue stick and concentrated on his aim. The game- winning ball sat just in front of his face, waiting to be dropped into the pocket. He studied it, imagining where the cue ball would need to hit in order to make his shot. Stick level, he took a few warm-up strokes.

Perfect. This wager is as good as won—

"Dogfight!"

Fuck! A perfectly aimed shot gone to hell.

Disgusted, he threw down his cue stick and made his way toward the bar where two men were arguing over a spilled beer. As he got closer the hackles rose on the back of his neck. Only midnight and a fight brewing already?

One of the two wolves spotted him approaching and nudged the other. They both stood and moved off toward the exit, taking their argument outside.

Good enough. Why ruin the night by turning a simple beef into a real brawl? If the men were smart enough to settle things between themselves, Hunter wouldn't get involved.

The Wolf Den always drew a rough crowd on Saturday night. Rafe, the pack Alpha, encouraged the males to visit the bar, enticing them with drugs and alcohol.

A lone wolf is a frustrated wolf and frustrated wolves cause trouble.

Hunter wished he had a nickel for every time he heard Rafe utter those words. He'd be a rich man. He didn't always agree with their pack leader but he gave him the respect he deserved, and kept his mouth shut.

Their Alpha believed every wolf needed a mate. And if he didn't have a mate, then he needed a fuck buddy. With so few women available, the club had become a place where unmated Lycans could find a sex partner. Relationships had been forged in the Den, but for the most part the club remained a haven for one-night stands.

The shifters, full of randy animal spirits, behaved as well as could be expected. Dogs fight. It's the nature of the beast. Anything could trigger it — a bump in passing, jealousy over one man's attention to another, or jockeying for dominance in the pack.

Prevention was always the best policy. Two or three pack enforcers, strategically stationed around the bar, usually managed to maintain a testosterone-friendly atmosphere, their mere presence a reminder that the Lycans were being scrutinized.

But tonight the air seemed super-charged with tension. Utilizing extra enforcers had been a good call.

Hunter took one of the vacated seats at the bar and the bartender slid a bottle of mineral water in front of him. Tyler winked as he leaned over and rested his elbows on the bar. He smiled at Hunter seductively. "What are you doing later, sweetheart?"

Heat traveled up his spine. Maybe he was crazy to turn down a sexy wolf like Tyler. He knew the bartender didn't have a regular partner, preferring serial flings to monogamy. Relieving his sexual frustration with a man like Tyler wouldn't be a hardship. Coward. Are you going to hide behind your grief forever?

When he was just a pup, a few inexperienced encounters had convinced him he preferred males. Then Rafe had paired him with a female mate and he'd put those urges to bed. He could have taken lovers on the side, but he'd chosen to remain faithful. He hadn't been with a man in twenty years. Hell, he wouldn't know what to do with him. Tyler would laugh him out of bed. He reached for the bottle. "I'm on overtime."

The bartender sighed regretfully. "You know what they say about all work and no play."

"No. What do they say?"

"That it sucks." Tyler took his hand and turned it over. "You're starting to grow hair on your palms." He rubbed a thumb over Hunter's palm.

Hunter pulled his hand away and looked at it. It wouldn't surprise him.

Tyler broke up laughing. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

Tyler's trim ass held his attention as he walked away. Shit! Hunter washed a few aspirin down with a healthy swallow of water and held the cold bottle against his head. His temples throbbed along with the hot, pulsing beat of the electronic dance music. Colored lights around the dance floor winked in the mirror over the bar, intensifying the pain in his head. He'd rather be on patrol outside any day of the week.

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Winter and His Twins by Cooper McKenzie

2011-04-21T12:02:00.000-04:00

WINTER AND HIS TWINS

Welcome to Sanctuary 2 by Cooper McKenzie.

Book two adds a sweet and humorous chapter to this series. Not to mention hot! Check out the excerpt below. I'm looking forward to more.

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys]

After his ex-boyfriend beats him up, erotic romance e-book author Winter Ryan is forced to contact his sister for help. Little did he realize that in doing so his life would change in ways he never would have imagined.

Garrett and Hawk Sullivan, the youngest set of Sullivan twins, are visiting Charlotte when Spring asks them to help her brother. Arriving at Winter’s door in the middle of the night, they don't expect to meet their mate—Spring’s baby brother. The shape-shifting Irish wolfhound electronics geeks have found their mate who also happens to be their favorite gay erotic romance author. Life couldn’t get much better.

Life couldn’t get much better—until Winter’s violent ex shows up.

Available at Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/winter-and-his-twins

Cooper's home on the web:
http://coopermckenzie.webs.com/

ADULT EXCERPT

Winter woke horny and wanting. He was snuggled between his twins. He carefully worked his way free and after using the bathroom, dug into his bag for the lube he’d stashed there while the twins were packing up his office. Bending over the counter in the bathroom, he tried to prepare himself, but found it difficult. Instead he pulled out the large plug and slid it in before returning to bed.

His mates were still sleeping, having rolled onto their backs, each sporting an erection, the sight of which made his mouth water in anticipation. Crawling back onto the bed, Winter maneuvered himself between their thighs. Taking Hawk’s cock first, he licked up the underside before taking the hard length deep into his mouth.

He heard Hawk moan just before fingers combed through his head.

He bobbed up and down several times before licking across the head and releasing Hawk. That earned him a whining, wordless protest as he turned and gave Garrett’s cock the same attention. He wasn’t surprised to receive the identical response from the other man. They were, after all, identical twins.

He moved back and forth from cock to cock several times before sitting up and looking at the two men who were now very much awake.

“I’m horny,” he announced with a giggle.

“Like we couldn’t tell,” Garrett returned with a laugh.

“Who wants to fuck, and who wants to get sucked?”

Both men groaned when he reached down with his fingertips and began to play with his own cock. Then in a move so fast he could barely take it in, Garrett pulled him up and turned him around, so he lay on top of him.

“Up on your knees, baby, but don’t hurt yourself,” Hawk instructed as he climbed from the bed.

Winter got into position, bending his knees and resting his bandaged forearms on either side of Garrett’s hips. A moment later Hawk repositioned them so that Winter’s knees were resting on the bed, but his lower legs were hanging off.

“Oh, fuck, he’s got a plug in,” Hawk muttered after brushing one finger down the cleft between Winter’s ass cheeks.

Winter released Garrett’s cock and looked over his shoulder. “I told you I was horny,” he snarked.

“Yes, you did, didn’t you, baby. Relax and we’ll work all that horniness out of you,” Hawk said as he gently pulled the plug out and brushed the head of his cock over Winter’s hole.

“At least for a little while,” Garrett added, his voice muffled by Winter’s cock in his mouth.

Winter moaned and then turned back to Garrett’s cock. Unable to hold the cock and himself up he licked his way around the head then lifted it by taking just the head between his lips. He sucked in a breath when Hawk gently pushed his way through the outer rings of muscle before sliding deep on the first stroke. Pulling out, his next thrust seated him fully inside. The sudden full feeling caused Winter to moan around Garrett’s cock which then had Garrett moaning around his in response, sending even more waves of arousal shooting through Winter.

Then Garrett pulled Winter’s cock from his mouth. “God, that’s a beautiful sight, your cock sliding in and out of our sexy mate,” he said before licking and nibbling his way up and down the length of Winter’s cock.

Hawk held his hips and began a slow, easy stroking in and out. Garrett matched the rhythm and Winter did the same, gently sucking Garrett’s cock, his tongue bathing as much of it as he could.

With men attending to both cock and ass, his need for more quickly grew.

“Faster, Hawk. Fuck me harder,” he said.

He wasn’t sure the man heard him since he still had cock in his mouth until Hawk tightened his hold and began moving in and out of him at a steadily increasing rate. He sucked harder as well, taking Garrett as deep as he could and swallowing as well.

“Shit, gonna come, baby,” Hawk ground out several minutes later, his hips driving even harder and deeper.

“Oh, God, me, too,” Garrett added, reaching between him and Hawk and rolling his balls with gentle fingers.

Charmed Lover by Zenobia Renquist

2011-04-15T14:11:00.000-04:00

Love Vampire's? Here's a peek from a brand new release by Zenobia Renquist. Charmed Lover (Caveat Emptor, Book 1) Already I can't wait for book 2.

His body is hers to control. Her passion is his to enjoy.

Ryver is one of the many humans who owns a vampire. She purchased Theron for home security. When the magic charms keeping the vampires docile and subservient suddenly start failing, Theron goes from protector to threat. A nationwide, mandatory recall of all vampires is in effect. Ryver is ready to comply, but a night of passion spent in Theron's arms changes her mind.

It's only a matter of time before someone figures out Ryver and Theron's secret. With the threat of mages bearing down on them, Ryver has to decide if she's willing to give up her lover -- or her freedom.

ISBN: 978-1-60521-615-7
Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Paranormal/Vampire, Erotic, Interracial
Charmed Lover is available at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1581

Excerpt

Ryver came awake with a startled scream. The man touching her inner thigh moved his hand higher. She struggled against him and tried to get away but he had hold of her ankle.

"Theron!"

"Here."

She froze. In the darkness she could just make out Theron's features on the man attacking her. The glint of something red at Theron's throat caught her eye.

The docility charm was red.

It had failed.

The complete horror of that realization kept her paralyzed.

Theron smiled at her, flashing his fangs in the dim light. "I do believe you asked what I would do to you if I were free. Shall I show you, Ryver?" He used her ankle and pulled her closer to him.

Fear kept her from answering or even trying to escape.

The charm had failed.

Theron was loose.

She should have taken him back. She shouldn't have trusted some stupid green glow over her common sense. She should never have gotten him in the first place.

Theron leaned into her. Only then did she try to move away.

She pushed at Theron's face and kicked her free leg, hoping to hit something sensitive. He still had one of her ankles trapped in his grip, and her body was half pinned beneath his, though he braced most of the weight on his other hand which was planted firmly on the bed next to her waist. Her struggles didn't faze him. Theron chuckled as he continued his descent. His mouth was aimed for her throat.

He planned to bleed her dry.

At least it wouldn't be a painful death.

She hoped.

Charmed Lover is available at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1581

Visit the Author's Site here: http://zenobiarenquist.com

Yes Ma’am by Kay Jaybee

2011-04-13T11:47:00.000-04:00

Turned on by the idea of powerful, sexy female tops – you will definitely want a copy of Yes Ma'am. It's another winner from Xcite Books.

A collection of six arse-spanking, wrist-binding, whip-wielding tales of female domination.

Lying in Wait

Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrade’s jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the ‘seek and rescue’ exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts, however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment.

Black

He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willingly does precisely what she tells him to do, or why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself.

Dear Claire

Ali has secretly lusted over Rick, her best friend’s lover, for a long time. At least she thought it was a secret. When her friend, Claire, asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed, it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfold and helpless. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, “If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.”

‘Don’t You, Emma?’

In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover, Daisy, arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome, however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl, it seems, who can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult.

Not Taking the Tube

Venting his frustration on the nearest official, at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she releases her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt.

Rachel’s Twisted Tale

Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked – her long golden plait wrapped around her body – Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her. He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want to be saved. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this.

Yes Ma'am is available at:

http://www.erotica-romance-ebooks.com/yes-maam.html

and Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-ebook/dp/B004V52G1Q/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302708843&sr=1-8

as well as other eBook retailers

Visit Kay Jaybee here: http://kayjaybee.me.uk/

Asylum by Cassidy Hunter

2011-03-31T10:44:00.000-04:00

ASYLUM, Cassidy Hunter's shape shifting romance is hot and steamy! And the exciting plot is a page-turner. Cassidy is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

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After defeating the bears in Sanctuary, Kimberlyn, Logan, Andrew, and Elijah discover new passions and have a few peaceful months exploring their deep love and hot passions.

The peace ends when Kimberlyn stumbles upon a vampire who begs Logan for asylum, and Logan has no choice but to grant it. The vampire has a hidden agenda, and once he has Kimberlyn addicted to him, the wolves must keep him alive at any cost. If he dies, Kimberlyn dies.

With the vampires comes the wolves’ fifth -- and a whole new set of problems when Kimberlyn refuses to share her men, can’t get enough of the vampire, and finds new desires with this unusual addition to the pack.

Asylum is available at Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/asylum.aspx

Cassidy's Website: http://www.cassidyhunter.com

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Excerpt:

Fate ruled the world. It was easy to fight something you could see. Fate, though, that bitch, hid in dark, musty corners, jumping out to blindside a person when they least expected it. She then ran away cackling, satisfied she was leaving behind chaos and confusion.

Who knew why? Maybe she was just that cruel.

Or maybe, maybe it only seemed that way to those whose lives she touched, whose paths she twisted, making it impossible for them to reach the end without tripping over carefully placed rocks, crashing into suddenly appearing trees, and falling into deeply dug holes.

Elijah Berry sat contemplating Fate, thinking about how she’d fucked with him until he was pretty much as confused as a man could be. All he’d wanted was to take care of the boss, to stand on one side as Andrew stood on the other and be the iron fist where Andrew was the sweet-talker. And as always, standing between them was Logan, the boss, the alpha, the ruler who kept the pack alive.

But then Fate threw Kimberlyn at them, and nothing had been the same since. Ever since the freaky bond and thirds and fourths and all that mumbo jumbo, a man could barely keep his thoughts to himself. One of them, Kimmy or Logan or even Andrew, was always staring at him like they were somehow listening to the inside of his head, and he didn’t like it. Nope. Not one little bit. And Kimmy—

“Elijah?”

As though by thinking about her, he’d conjured her, Kimberlyn walked toward him, her hips swaying in invitation, red lips tilting up at the corners as she smiled at him. Just at him. Not Logan or Andrew, but Elijah, the big rough-and-tumble wolf other women tended to shy from in fear.

Or so he liked to think.

Her long red hair streaked over her breasts, covered in the cold winter air by a heavy brown coat. But that coat hid nothing from his imagination. He knew exactly what Kimmy looked like, what she tasted like, the way she looked when he fucked her a little too hard.

“What are you doing out here alone, Elijah?” She squatted beside him, her back against a tree.

He grunted. “Too much noise back at the house. What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I missed you.”

He snorted. “Yeah.”

He knew without looking at her that one of her slender brows would be lifted. It was a Kimmyism, as he thought of her little characteristics and quirks. She had a hell of a lot of Kimmyisms.

She put a pale hand on his arm. “Are you cold? You’re not even wearing a jacket.”

Again he snorted. “Wolves don’t get cold.”

“I’m a wolf.”

He folded his arms and stared at her. Sitting on his ass with her squatting beside him, and he still had to look down to meet her big green eyes. “You’re a girl.”

She stiffened and snatched her hand away, as he’d known she would. Kimmy was so easy to rattle, it was almost funny. He grinned and looked away, waiting.

“I may be a woman, Elijah, but I’m as tough as you any day of the week.”

“Kimmy, Kimmy. You know better than that.”

She punched his leg. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Now, don’t get mad, Kimmy. I’m only stating a fact.” He jerked her off balance and onto his lap. “Take that coat off and let’s see if you get cold.”

He felt her shiver, and his dick automatically began rising to the occasion. That girl had a way of getting under his skin like no female he’d ever met. Roughly, he began pulling at buttons, finally giving up and just yanking the lapels apart.

“Elijah!” she said as buttons went flying. “You’re ruining it, and this was a present from Logan!”

He paused. “A present? What for?”

She struggled off his lap. “Because Logan is sweet. Because he loves me.”

He stood, blocking her escape. “Well, get the fucking coat off before I rip it to shreds.”

She frowningly studied the damage he’d done but looked up quickly at his words. Or his tone. He was never real sure which. Her eyes narrowed, a sure sign she was pissed. He didn’t mind Kimmy pissed, the little spitfire. She turned him on when she fought him. Just like he turned her on when he took command and control. He knew his Kimmy.

“I’m going back to Sanctuary.” She turned her perfect little nose up at him and spun around, like she thought he’d actually let her go.

He smiled, unable to help himself. “Nah, baby. You’re not.” He grabbed a handful of the back of her coat and yanked her against his chest. “You came for this, didn’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her coat and felt for the hem of her shirt. He skimmed his fingers over her warm belly, then cupped a soft, naked breast.

She squirmed against him, and he bent his knees so her backside wiggled against his hard cock. “Damn you, Elijah. Why do you have to make me so mad?”

“Why do you have to make me so horny?”

“Asshole!”

He squeezed her breast, hard. “Shut up, Kimmy. I’ve got better things for you to do with your mouth than talk. Besides…” With his free hand, he unfastened her jeans, thrusting his hand down inside her thin panties. “We’ve got an audience.”

He found her clit and began rubbing, growling low in his throat when she shuddered against him. She sniffed the air. “Elijah, no! Who?”

“Some bored wolves looking for a quick thrill.” He rubbed faster, getting her little clit so excited that she moaned and melted against him. Kimmy was sex.

Regretfully, he took his hands from her body and started pulling at her clothes. “Let’s get you naked, Kimmy girl. And don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

She groaned as he pulled her this way and that, until at last she stood bare and shivering in the cold. Her lips were parted, and she panted slightly, not even attempting to hide her body from him or the hidden, watching eyes.

He couldn’t help but stare for a moment. His Kimmy had a body that would make a man do pretty much anything she wanted, but she hadn’t seemed to grasp that little fact yet. She might be a sweet healer, but she’d also admitted long ago that sex was her drug, and she was extremely addicted.

Something about that, knowing that she couldn’t resist, that she had that much need, drove him crazy. And he liked giving her what she needed. Fuck, yeah.

Her nipples hardened, from the cold or his regard—he couldn’t tell and didn’t care. And while he stood staring at her like a kid staring at the most amazing toy he’d ever seen, she turned and ran.

He groaned. Kimmy was so fucking much work. But he couldn’t think of anyone more worth it. Growling to give her warning that he was hot on her trail, he ran after her.

There were certain perks to being the fourth. His Kimmy was one of the biggest and best.

He followed her through the woods, his gaze upon her white backside. “Kimberlyn, stop!”

But her laugh floated to his ears as the fleet-footed tease nimbly dodged trees and low, reaching limbs, laughing, perhaps, at his clumsy and loud pursuit. He crashed through that which she would have danced around, but Kimberlyn, though fast, would never outrun him.

He could have shifted and caught her, but he didn’t need his wolf to catch a single female. After all, she hadn’t shifted.

Breath billowing from him in great clouds, he drew close enough to hear her pants of excitement, of fear. He knew he could be too rough sometimes, but she surely knew there was a line he wouldn’t cross. But Kimmy liked the…fear.

And he knew that was why she provoked him.

Her squeal as he caught her only fueled his passion, and he bore her to the cold ground. “Did you really think you could outrun me?”

Her chest rose and fell as she panted, her wide gaze plastered to his. “Get off me. This ground is hard. And cold.”

He ignored her words, his mind on the way her breasts jiggled slightly, the way they seemed to grow even bigger when she inhaled. Her nipples were stiff red points, just begging for his mouth. He was happy to oblige.

“Logan wouldn’t like this,” she whispered.

He drew her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tiny piece of heaven as he sucked. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth.

“God, Elijah!”

His clothes were restrictive, smothering, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he rose up on his knees and peeled off his shirt, just as quickly ridding himself of his boots and jeans.

His cock grew larger and heavier beneath her hot regard, and he watched her as he pushed his boxers over his hips. Hearing her gasp when his cock sprang free pleased him, and he grinned down at her.

“What?” he asked.

“I always forget how enormous you are.”

Yeah, he liked to hear it. What man wouldn’t?

She reached for him. “Get down here, Elijah Berry.”

Asylum is available at Loose ID: http://www.loose-id.com/asylum.aspx

I Kissed A Girl II: More Virgin Lesbian Stories - Lucy Felthouse

2011-03-28T13:21:00.000-04:00

I'm thrilled to have Lucy Felthouse back today. Her story NIMBLE FINGERS, appears in the new release: I Kissed A Girl II: More Virgin Lesbian Stories, inspired by Katy Perry's hit song! Seven returning authors continue to arouse, plus six new authors will not disappoint.

This diverse collection travels the globe and the ages. No two settings or circumstances are alike, proving that women from every walk of life and culture are curious and eager to explore their full sexuality...with each other.

You will be titillated, tantalized and swept away as you:

* Journey to Australia, where two long-time friends discover more than friendship

* Fly to Hawaii, for a language lesson interrupted

* Stop in Costa Rica, for a massage in a tree house

* Travel north to Alaska, where strangers connect

* Across Canada, to discover how co-workers release tension

* Over the Atlantic to the United Kingdom, where a concert is more than guitars strumming

* Close your eyes to wander into a mythical kingdom, where women take charge

* Voyage to historical Italy, to discover things are not always what they seem

* Jet back to the heat of Miami, and be entranced by a goddess, before exploring the rest of the USA to discover a host of erotic lesbian encounters!

Join us as we trot the globe and enjoy out-of-this-world experiences!

Available at Ravenous Romance:
http://www.ravenousromance.com/lesbian/i-kissed-a-girl-ii-more-virgin-lesbian-stories.php

Lucy's Home on the Web: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/

Creator of: http://eroticaforall.co.uk/

Spring Comes to Sanctuary by Cooper McKenzie

2011-03-24T15:06:00.001-04:00

Spring Comes to Sanctuary

Welcome to Sanctuary 1

Enjoy an adult excerpt from this new paranormal series by Cooper McKenzie, just released this month.

Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifter

Word Count: 22,566
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, sex toys]

Wanting to prove she can be a strong, self-sufficient woman of the twenty-first century, Spring Ryan decides to spend her thirtieth birthday hiking the Appalachian Trail through the Smoky Mountains. Her third day in, she’s ready to give up and crawl back into the small box she’s lived in for a dozen years when a pair of Irish Wolfhounds cross her path. When they turn into gorgeous identical twins, she is amazed, especially when they claim she is their mate.

Adam and Brock Sullivan are the oldest of four sets of twins living in the hidden valley of Sanctuary. They had just about given up on ever finding their mate when they come across her just two miles from their home.

Can Spring make a life for herself in Sanctuary? Will her family accept her decision to live with and love both men?

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ADULT EXCERPT

The moment his lips touched hers, Brock’s cock throbbed painfully. He’d gotten hard up on the trail sniffing her scent for the first time. Now he was ready to come just holding her in his arms and kissing her. If she didn’t agree to the mating soon, he might embarrass himself by coming without any further stimulation.

When Spring pressed closer and moaned, “More,” against his lips, he knew it was time.

Lifting his head, he met her burning gaze and smiled. “Does that mean you agree to be our mate?” His wilder side waited impatiently as she paused a single moment before nodding.

“Yes, I want to be your mate, both of you,” she said, reaching behind her to Adam.

Brock grinned over her shoulder as his brother moved to them in a group hug.

“We’ll take good care of you, princess. For the rest of our lives we’ll make you the happiest woman on Earth,” Adam said, as he reached for the buttons of her shirt.

It took no time to strip the shirt from her, and then they sighed together as bare skin pressed against bare skin. Spring trembled in his arms as he ran his hands from the nape of her neck down her spine to cup the full cheeks of her ass. Adam’s hand slid between their chests to cup her full breasts.

“So how does this work?” she panted, punctuating each word with a kiss across the front of his chest.

“Come back to bed and we’ll show you,” Adam said, as he guided them toward the bed.

Once the back of his legs metthe edge of the bed, Brock bent his knees until her pussy was level with his waist. Then he stood, lifting her easily before sitting down and sliding back toward the center of the bed. Once he was in place, he lifted his hips, giving Adam room to slide two pillows beneath them. That would lift their pretty little mate’s pussy to where they could both get at it.

* * * *

Spring found herself kneeling over Brock, the puffy lips that guarded her clit resting against the head of his cock. Though she wanted this, all at once she was uncertain. But before she could say anything, Brock pulled her down and kissed her. When his fingers began to play with her nipples, all thought slipped from her mind like shadows in sunlight.

A moment later she felt warm hands moving across her back then down lower to massage the cheeks of her ass. Then they slid between her wide spread thighs to pull apart the lips protecting her clit. Once those lips embraced his brother’s cock, Adam moved his hands to her hips. He began to ease her back and forth so her clit rode the length of Brock’s cock.

“Ooh.” She breathed when Brock released her lips. “More. I need more,” she then pleaded, not sure exactly what she was asking for, just voicing her need.

Instead of verbally answering, Adam moved in behind her. Leaning over her, he kissed the nape of her neck right before she felt his cock at the hot, open entrance to her pussy.

“Are you sure, princess?” he asked, stopping with just the tip inside her.

“Yes, Adam, please make me yours.”

Lifting her head, she turned it as far as she could to see Adam’s tight, passionate expression. His green eyes met hers and glowed like neon as he slowly pushed his long, thick erection into her.

“Yes,” she purred, arching her back up to meet him. Her breath caught when the move pressed her clit even harder against Brock’s cock.

Adam paused for an endless few seconds once he was fully seated inside her. “God, you feel so damn good, princess. I don’t think I’ll be able to last,” he said in a deep, growly voice that sent shivers of need through her.

“I know I won’t unless you get your ass moving,” Brock replied, his voice equally deep and rough.

“So move, already,” she demanded, fighting Adam’s hold on her hips. She could almost reach out and touch her orgasm, but needed just a little more before she could fully embrace it. “I’m so close. I need…please…Adam, fuck me.”

Her words, as well as the wiggling of her hips, seemed to shred the last of his control. Pulling back until just the head remained within her pussy, Adam began a hard, fast rhythm,the angle of which pressed her clit even harder against the underside of Brock’s cock while he continued to play with her tits.

It wasn’t long before every nerve in her body ignited as the two brothers worked together for her satisfaction. “Oh, God, I’m coming,” she screamed, dropping her head to Brock’s chest as fire raced from her clit up her spine to her brain, then out to every molecule in her body.

Adam called out a moment later, just before she felt the brothers sucking on the skin at both sides of her neck where they flared into shoulders. The slight pain prolonged her orgasm, turning the fire that raced through her white-hot. As the pain and the pleasure continued, Adam pulled his cock from her and Brock immediately slid his in to fill her pussy.

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Identity Crisis by Lila Munro

2011-03-21T09:07:00.001-04:00

Identity Crisis a new release by Lila Munro is one hot story! - Multiple Partners, BDSM. Lila is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

Someone once said, you never truly know a person,

Chad Dearborn was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was given everything a person could want and more, country clubs were his daycares and Paris and London his playgrounds. Heir to Dearborn Inc., Chad stands to inherit a veritable fortune. But the problem is his parents want to gift him the perfect wife to go with it. A woman in the form of a molded, plastic, jet set dolly. Certainly not Chad’s idea of an ideal mate. He wants a woman that can hold her own, in and out of the bedroom. Who knew he’d find her in one of Portland’s hottest leather clubs? Chad was fascinated by what went on there, but something just wouldn’t let him cross that line.

until you sleep with them.

Country clubs? Europe? The closest Tori Myers ever came to those things were the covers of magazines. With an absent father, a less than attentive mother and nowhere to go, Tori finds herself drawn to an alternative lifestyle at the tender age of eighteen. Vertigo is a treasure chest of Dom’s willing to give her anything she wants. But when Chad Dearborn walks through the door, Tori figures out sometimes what your heart wants isn’t necessarily what your body is willing to compromise to have.

Or do you?

The thing that just wouldn’t let Chad cross the line with his sexuality has come home to roost. And as a result, he's faced with a huge decision. Accept who he is and what he wants. Or continue to fight the biggest identity crisis of his life.

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Excerpt:

An electric hum sizzled across Tori Dearborn’s sun kissed skin, setting the tiny hairs on her arms and on the back of her neck on edge as she stared at the outfit hanging over the closet door in her bedroom. It was quite a number. A set of red leather chaps accompanied a red leather corset and matching g-string. Tori walked over and buried her face in the chaps, inhaling deeply, and a slow, delicious warmth enveloped her sending a dull ache straight to the core of her womb. Leather. New leather. God how that smell turned her on.

Tori reluctantly pulled her face away from the chaps long enough to notice the accessories set upon her satin covered pillow along with an envelope. She walked over and picked up the red leather handcuffs that lay there. Her fingers glided over the smooth edges of the restraints wishing her husband was home right this minute to try them out on her. But Chad was away on business. It was the first time in their five year marriage he would miss their anniversary, but clearly by the gifts he’d left behind this morning before leaving, he was anticipating quite a homecoming to make up for it.

Never in her wildest imagination would Tori have ever thought to marry someone like Chad Dearborn. Not only was he a successful VP at a top notch land development firm, he’d had the good fortune of growing up in the lap of luxury. He’d enjoyed the best private education money could buy and all the amenities to go along with it. Private country club memberships, private music lessons from some of the world’s elite musicians, and European vacations. But none of those things compared to the one thing about Chad that had almost kept Tori from marrying him. Chad was the most conservative and restrained man she’d ever known. When he’d discovered her lifestyle choices Chad was less than thrilled, but he professed a love so deep he agreed to try to somehow make their relationship work through some creative compromises.

For three hundred sixty two days a year, Tori would be the model conservative wife. She would dress appropriately for the country club life, mingle in all the right circles, and attend all the necessary functions. That wasn’t to say that the lifestyle was completely absent those three hundred sixty two days. In the privacy of their own home, Tori sat at Chad’s feet and he fed her. He put her on a pedestal and she wanted for nothing. And in the bedroom he would occasionally pull out a silk scarf and blindfold her. But the full on, leather and bondage games that Tori thrived on were restricted to special occasions. On those three days of the year, Christmas Eve, Tori’s birthday, and her and Chad’s anniversary, Tori was allowed to be the leather loving submissive that Chad had found in a less than conservative club one night while he was out rebelling against his parents desires for him to marry a stick figure Barbie from the jet set.

It wasn’t love at first sight by any means. In fact, Tori resisted him with sass and even tried to turn him off.

“Hey, Tori,” J.C., Tori’s best friend, said. “Baby Trump over there’s giving you the eye.”

“You mean Richie Rich?” Tori laughed. She’d noticed him when he first walked into Vertigo. “I don’t think he realizes he’s not in Kansas anymore.”

The man J.C. referred to sat at the end of the long stainless steel bar in his faded Lucky low slung jeans and indigo ED Hardy tee shirt. He stuck out like a sore thumb as everyone around him was wearing black or red and most of the attire was leather. Tori could plainly tell he didn’t belong in Vertigo, but he didn’t seem daunted by the fact that he was an anomaly and made himself at home on the black leather clad stool with the big silver rivets all around the edges. Completely oblivious to anyone else, he nursed a tumbler of whiskey and steadily stared at Tori.

“Maybe you should take him on the tornado tour.” J.C. laughed cynically and twirled her flogger around her wrist.

“I don’t think he’s my type, J.C. Maybe you should be the one to break him in…not so gently. He looks like a sub to me. He’s more your type.”

J.C. alit from her stool and left Tori’s side. She walked down the bar and stopped beside the man that didn’t belong. After a few words were exchanged J.C. came back and once again took up residence on the stool next to Tori.

“Well, Madame? Any luck?” Tori asked and took another sip of her Royal Flush.

“Nope. He says to tell you someday he’s gonna marry you,” J.C. told her and laughed again.

“Whatever. He’s just another rich boy out to sow his wild oats before settling down with whichever playmate of the year mommy and daddy have picked out for him.” Tori hopped off her stool. “However, he’s the worst dressed one I’ve ever seen in here. Most of them at least try to fit in for their one night of glory.”

Tori’s eyes met the man’s in a steady gaze and as she maintained that contact, she walked across the dance floor to a Master named Rio. Rio wasn’t a Master by accident. He could take a submissive where he or she wanted to go so well, they often times never realized the trip was so painful. Never breaking eye contact with the man on the stool, Tori allowed Rio to claim her for the night. Rio ran his big hand down the thin silver chain that hung on his belt, took the clasp at the end and attached it to the open lock collar Tori wore around her neck. She shot the man a taunting smile and locked her bright blue eyes on his rich chocolate ones as Rio led her away to a private room.

It wasn’t until the third week in a row of the strange straight-laced vanilla looking prep coming into Vertigo that Tori finally approached him. For three weeks in a row, he’d made his presence known, ordered a whiskey, sat on the end stool and watched as Tori would surrender to another and leave the bar area to go to a private or public room to enjoy her Dom’s company. Every time he came into Vertigo someone would approach him but he refused every single advance each time sending Tori the same message—someday he was gonna marry her. Right. She didn’t know what he was smoking before he came to the club or what he might be having with his whiskey, but Cinderella was a fairy tale and she didn’t wear leather.

“Just what the hell is your game anyway?” Tori asked the man when she finally submitted to his patience.

“No game. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and someday I will make you my wife,” the man answered and smiled at her.

It was the first time he’d smiled since he’d been coming in the club. Normally he just shared in her staring contest without flinching. His smile was nice and it warmed Tori’s heart.

“You don’t even know me.” Tori licked her bottom lip and drew it under her teeth while staring at his perfect mouth. A mouth she longed to taste.

“What’s your name?”

“Tori.”

“Tori what?” he pried further.

“Tori Myers.”

“I’m Chad. Chad Dearborn,” he said and stuck out his hand. “Now we know each other.”

“Do you have any idea where you are, Chad Dearborn?” Tori asked and shook his hand noting it was quite strong and smooth. She glanced down and saw his nails were neatly manicured. “Are you gay?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Your nails,” Tori started and looked up to see the confusion in his eyes. He really was lost. “Never mind. You don’t really know what goes on in here do you?”

“I have a good idea. I can’t say I’d know what to do, but I’m pretty sure I know what goes on.”

“Wanna watch?” Tori asked and gave him a wicked grin. “Maybe after you see what I like, you’ll change your mind and go back to Kansas.”

“Kansas?”

“Never mind.” Tori took his hand and laughed. “Come on. Rio never minds sharing or the occasional peeper. I’ve never been shared, but there’s a first time for everything. Right?”

With a smile on her face, remembering that first night Chad agreed to play in one of her games, Tori laid the handcuffs down and picked up the new collar. It was red silk velvet and was studded with diamonds. Fifteen of them to be exact, and all at least a half carat in weight. The clasp and lock looked to be made of platinum and were also encrusted with diamond chips. Chad had gone all out and was apparently ready to play. He hadn’t been so eager that first night though. In fact, she’d had to tell him to leave.

Chad’s face was filled with fear and curiosity as Rio shackled Tori spread eagle between two posts in the public viewing room at Vertigo. Rio left the platform and approached Chad, who appeared to be debating whether he really wanted to watch or not.

“You sure you’re into this, man?” Rio asked with his hand on the other man’s shoulder. “This life isn’t for everyone, but if you want Tori and you’re willing to learn, I’ll teach you.”

“I’m not sure if I can,” Chad said in a wavering voice. “But I know I want her, and if this is what it takes to convince her, then I’m here and willing to try.”

Tori watched as Rio led Chad closer to her. Rio showed Chad where to stand in front of her and told him what was expected of a Dom in this position. Strength. He was to be Tori’s strength. It was a simple enough task. Be the strength. At least Tori thought it was simple enough. All the Doms and Masters she knew had no problem at all with this one simple task. Be the strength. It was the basic rule upon which all others were built.

“You’re gonna give Tori her strength, Chad,” Rio said, looking straight into his eyes.

“How? How do I do that from here and I’m not allowed to touch?” Chad asked, fisting his hands as his sides.

“Through your voice and your eyes. You tell her you’re her strength and you feed it to her through your eyes. Don’t let her look away.”

Chad nodded his head and turned to look at Tori. She was breathless at just the anticipation of what was to come. Tori craved the heat that would flood through her and puddle between her legs as the biting stings of Rio’s whip caressed her back. Depending on Chad to do his part, Tori held her head high and locked her eyes on his. The whirring of leather against air filled her ears and the first strike fell. Chad’s mouth fell open, but not one sound emerged. No praise of her strength of any kind crossed his lips. Snap! Again, Rio delivered a sharp blow to her back and Tori bit back a cry.

“Tori?” Chad whispered hesitantly. His pupils looked like saucers as disbelief and pain swirled around them. “I…”

“Talk to her, Chad,” Rio demanded and administered yet another blow. “Tell her she’s strong, give her your strength.”

Chad took two more steps toward her and stood with more fortitude. His doubt seemed to melt away replaced by a stance of command and he began to feed her.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he said, looking into her eyes, pointing at his. “Look at me. You’re so strong, but you can lean on me. I’m right here. If you need more strength just look at me.”

Tori was shocked that something instinctive took over Chad and he found all the right things to say to her. She’d never have thought the makings of a Dom were inside this evidently spoiled, sheltered rich boy. When Tori’s whimpers turned to cries, Rio stopped. He unshackled her and started to lead her away with Chad not far behind.

“Where are you going with her?” Chad asked.

“To a private room,” Rio said, stopping and turning back. “She needs relief.”

“Of course, pain meds or something.” Chad took a few steps and stopped at the sound of Tori’s voice.

“No, Chad, not that kind of relief,” Tori said. “It’s not the pain on my back that needs relieved as much as the pain between my legs. Unless you can stand to see another man fuck me, or you can stand to share me, you need to leave.”

“Another man? I thought…”

“Thought what? I was kidding about the sharing part? Rio would do all the work and let you reap the reward? I’m not yours. If you want me, you have to claim me. You haven’t yet, Rio did. And unless you can share, you need to leave.”

The look on Chad’s face twisted Tori’s heart. Tori knew that, although Chad had passed the first test, he wasn’t yet able to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he couldn’t stand to see Rio do it. He had to go.

“Go, Chad. This isn’t your lifestyle. You’ve seen enough for one night. Leave. Go back to you silver lined palace and forget you ever met me,” Tori told him as Rio tugged the chain attached to her metal studded black collar and she followed him away with tears flooding her eyes. Tears born of the pain biting the tender flesh on her back, the throb that steadily thrummed in her pussy, and the shredding sensation that encompassed her heart.

What Tori didn’t know then.

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Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: March 8, 2011
ISBN # RIP0001024
Word Count: 26,000
Heat Level: 5

Dos Lunas by Belinda McBride

2011-03-17T09:24:00.000-04:00

DOS LUNAS by Belinda McBride

A Scorching Paranormal/Contemporary. This is part of the print anthology LUCKY IN RED.

Middle brother Diego Lobos has everything he needs. Friends, family, a business, even a great truck, yet there's always a hole inside him that won't be filled. When cool, controlled Victoria Talbot brings in a badly stained dress, he knows she's the one to fill that space. Can he trust her with his secrets if she hides her own?

Link to Dos Lunas (Passion In Print): http://passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=SS_DOSLUNAS

EXCERPT

Prologue

Victoria Talbot chewed her pencil as she viewed the footage playing out on her laptop. Figures moved in and out of camera range, sometimes silhouetted under the light of the full moon. They were eerily familiar, yet she couldn't quite identify them.

There was some distance between the camera and its subjects, but it recorded laughter and snatches of conversation, mostly in Spanish. There were three men, all similar enough in appearance to be brothers. They were tall and well built. All three had dark hair, but she couldn't make out their features. She frowned, tilting her head as one man knelt, picking up a stone and tossing it into the woods. A handsome profile was momentarily etched against the moonlit sky. Her heart leapt. She knew him! Well, maybe they'd never met, but he was so familiar. She leaned forward, willing him to turn his head, to look toward the camera, but he remained hauntingly aloof.

Without any preliminaries, the man vanished. He simply wasn't there. A smudgy cloud of smoke whirled and coalesced until a wolf emerged where the man had been.

The pencil snapped in half between her teeth.

She clutched the broken pencil in her sweaty palm and kept watching as the scene repeated itself, until there were no more men in the image, only smoke, and then great, dark wolves.

One raised his head to the moon and howled, prompting the other two to join in an impromptu melody. They shook their luxuriant coats, romped for a moment, and then vanished from view, leaving only a lingering image of the heavy white moon and an empty clearing. And then the screen went blank.

"Goddamn son of a fucking bitch."

Victoria pushed back her chair, dropping her head between her knees, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Once she'd recovered her equilibrium, she sat up and started the clip again. And then she watched it again and again--and again.

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Visionquest by Laura Tolomei

2011-03-14T19:52:00.000-04:00

Visionquest by Laura Tolomei

GENRE: GLBT (m/m), Horror, Shapeshifter, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, m/m/m, m/m/m/m

ISBN: 978-1-55487-724-9

HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames

RELEASE DATE: November 15th, 2010

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

COVER: Angela Water

BLURB

It wasn’t till he took me to his bed and made love to me, for the first time—no competition between us, no unspoken challenge, no master-slave, no blood, no death, nothing but intense emotions overwhelming me with the sheer power of his feelings, a sea so deep, a tide so strong I thought I’d drown as he took me face up, raising my legs above his shoulders and plunging deep before preying on my mouth, too, in a never-ending kiss that took my breath, not to mention my resolve, away—that in spite of everything, I gave him what he wanted most, my soul in its entirety, for I knew right there and then I was sealing my destiny forever.

READ THE FIRST CHAPTER
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Available at:

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The Pharoah's Concubine by Z.A. Maxfield

2011-03-07T17:53:00.000-05:00

I'm a big fan of Z.A. Maxfield. I like all her books and I was anxious to read THE PHAROAH'S CONCUBINE. It didn't disappoint, I found it to be another compelling story that focuses on relationships. Here's a peek. Enjoy!

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Beauty is only skin deep…until love reveals what lies beneath. As mob boss Yvgeny Mosko’s open secret, Dylan Anderson is happy enough with a passionate, if loveless, arrangement that affords him a life of luxury. But at thirty-six, he wonders how committed Mosko will be to an aging lover.

He finds out when a rival gang kidnaps him in a turf war everyone’s sure to lose. Mosko unleashes deadly force, leaving no one alive except for a young man whose dark eyes tug at Dylan’s heart—and the conscience he thought he’d excised long ago.

Though he tried to stop the kidnapping, William “Memo” Escobar knows Mosko will use what’s left of him to send a powerful message to his rivals. When Mosko’s pampered pretty boy risks everything to help him escape, he can’t believe his luck.

William figures he’s better suited to life off the grid, but as the days go by he begins to realize Dylan’s beauty is more than skin deep. And as Dylan coaxes more and more beguiling smiles from William, he yearns for things—like family ties—he’d thought were best forgotten.

Yet behind their newfound happiness lurks the certain knowledge that no matter how careful they are, Mosko will come for what’s his.

Available here;

Buy link: http://astore.amazon.com/zamax-20/detail/B004H1TQAI

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Boleyn: Tudor Vampire by Cinsearae Santiago

2011-03-03T13:28:00.000-05:00

I received a copy of Boleyn: Tudor Vampire for review. It's the story of a real historical figure, Anne Boleyn, transformed into a paranormal being. I love this genre and I'm looking forward to reading it. I'll follow up with a review later but for now here's a sneak peek at this dark thriller.

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The slightest tweak in history makes all the difference its outcome…

Tudor England. It is during the reign of King Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. As her time in power nears an end, Anne is greatly disheartened by the false accusations of adultery, high treason and incest she is arrested for, and the cold heartedness of her father for his lack of defense in her honor. Upon her death, she vows revenge on those who have wronged her, and the simple change of her death sentence from beheading to hanging grants her the opportunity to execute her wish on those who betrayed her.

Unknown forces of inconceivable dark magic abounds. Anne discovers she has risen from her grave because of her denouncement of God just moments before her hanging, and resurrects two others from their untimely, wrongful deaths--her brother, George, and her favorite court musician and dear friend, Mark Smeaton. This unlikely trio will drive Whitehall Palace to madness, bringing those closest to Anne to their knees, begging for mercy and forgiveness.

Once Anne executes her justice among those who failed her, the last and final question will be whether Anne will finally have peace, or find comfort in haunting England forever.

GENRES: Horror/Vampire/Zombie
RELEASE DATE: MAY 2010
ISBN: 1451559496
EAN-13: 9781451559491

CONTENT WARNINGS:
VIOLENCE, SEXUAL THEMES,
DISTURBING SCENARIOS

AVAILABLE AT AMAZON.COM:
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Jillian's Master by Cooper McKenzie

2011-02-28T09:36:00.000-05:00

Jillian's Master - Club Esoteria Book 5 is another great edition to the series by Cooper McKenzie.

[Siren Classic: Erotic BDSM Romance, sex toys]

Hall Industries needs a savior, and Jillian’s been tasked with talking Gunner McNeil into being that financial angel.

As soon as he sees the guest submissive, Gunner knows he could spend the rest of his life playing with her. But when an orgasm relaxes him into a short nap, she disappears without a word. On Monday, he meets her again in the capacity as his liaison and guide for the week.

Gunner decides to combine business with pleasure and continues Jillian’s training as he inspects the company. Jillian learns about herself and BDSM under Master Gunner’s tutelage but wonders if she is enough. When Gunner leaves town without a word after naming the conditions for his help, Jillian has to decide if she can make the changes he requires.

Will he return to finish her training? Or will he invest his money in her company without investing his heart in their budding D/s relationship?

Note: This book contains anal sex.

ADULT EXCERPT

He followed her into the house without comment. Once inside, he did not look around as she expected. Instead, he waited until she closed the door and automatically threw the deadbolt.

Only then did he speak. “Strip.”

Jillian glanced at the windows at the same time she toed off her shoes. One of the big reasons she loved her little house was the many windows that flooded the room with light. Instead of more traditional mini-blinds or full curtains, she opted for café curtains which gave her privacy at the same time it allowed sunlight to stream in through the top half of the windows.

She bit her lip. She’d agreed to this. She wanted him to train her. It was now time to put up or shut up. Without pause, she reached down and struggled to pull her dress over her head without messing up her hair. After laying it on the club chair next to the door, her bra followed and she was naked.

“Mmmm, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracking down her body from hairline to toes. Only then did he look around the room, checking out the furniture. “Come here,” he said, leading the way to the small dining room at the back of the house.

Jillian shivered at the thought of lying over the cold, wooden dining table.

“I don’t have restraints with me, so you’ll have to do it yourself. Put your hands under your breasts as you lie down.” His voice was deeper and darker than she remembered. His tone sent renewed heat shimmering through her.

Once she was in position, he moved up behind her. He shifted her forward so the crease where her thighs met her body pressed tight against the edge of the table.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, running one hand down her spine, starting at the nape of her neck. “You will receive eight swats for disappearing on Friday night, one for the curse you let slip in front of your father, and the two for putting off this punishment. We will also go over my rules. Repeat them,” he said as his left hand settled in the middle of her back.

“Yes, Sir.”

“First rule you already know. You will not wear panties when you are with me,” he said, right before he slapped each ass cheek sharply.

“No panties,” she gasped as fiery pain shot through her.

“Who?”

“No panties, Sir,” she responded.

“You will not date anyone else while we are together.” Again, a slap to each cheek though not in the same places.

“I will not date anyone else, Sir.”

His hand rubbed over the abused skin, the heat turning pain into a strange, tingling pleasure that worked its way straight to her cunt.

“You will answer my calls no matter where, no matter when.” Slap, slap.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out before saying, “I will always answer your phone calls, Sir.”

“You will wear short dresses or skirts whenever we are together.” Slap, slap.

“How short, Sir?”

“Above the knee. Shorter when we’re alone together or going out but always above the knee.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will keep your pretty little pussy bare.”
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

His answer was three quick, hard slaps, one on each ass cheek and one to the center. She squealed as the pain overwhelmed her.

“You will know when I am kidding. This is not one of those times,” he said as he rubbed his hand over the still burning flesh.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered with a watery sniff as her tears overflowed her eyes to drip onto the table beneath her cheek.

She sucked a breath when the fingers that had just punished her slid down the cleft between her still-smarting ass cheeks to her pussy. He slid one finger into her cunt and twisted it around.

“Baby, you’re all wet. You liked your punishment, didn’t you?”

Closing her eyes, Jillian fought to remain still. “I like your hands on me, Sir,” she admitted softly with a moan as he ran his other hand up her spine then back down again.

“Then you’ll really like this,” he said before pulling away from her. “Don’t move.”

She heard the clink of a belt and the rasp of a zipper. Then she heard tearing plastic. Shifting her breasts in her hand sent more heat through her as she admitted to herself that she couldn’t wait for what was about to happen.

A moment later, she felt his fingers spreading her lower lips. Then the blunted head of his cock pressed at her opening. As he pushed deeper and deeper, Jillian could only moan at the fullness. He was bigger than any other man she’d been with. Even her vibrator paled in comparison to his thickness as he filled her completely. Arching her neck lifted her head from the table as the hair at the base of his cock brushed against her.

She sucked a breath and made another sound as he leaned over her and his chest hair tickled her back. He shifted to nuzzle at the side of her neck before putting his lips to her ear. “Don’t come.”

She whined as he eased out until only the head remained inside her. He surged forward then set up a fast rhythm, which sent Jillian higher and higher, closer and closer to the orgasm he had just told her she could not have.

As her panting became whimpers, he continued thrusting, each stroke harder and more powerful than the one before it. His pace increased. His breathing sounded rough and harsh in the silence of the room. When she wasn’t sure how much longer she could maintain her sanity and keep from coming, he slid his hands between her chest and the table to cup her breasts. “Now, baby, cut it loose,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

Availble here: http://www.bookstrand.com/jillians-master

Author's Website: http://www.coopermckenzie.webs.com/

* BEACON BAYOU * Force Recon: 1

2011-02-22T11:43:00.003-05:00

Lila Munro, BethAnn Buehler, Chris Craven and J.L. Oiler stopped by today to share their new release, Beacon Bayou. It's Book 1 in a hot new series. Pick up your copy. And mark February 28th on your calendar because the authors will be guesting on my other blog and you don't want miss the in depth look at the creation and characters in this exciting new series.

Beacon Bayou
Force Recon: 1

Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC

Published: Feb 21, 2011
ISBN # 9780983151654
Word Count: 90,300
Heat Index: 5 Flames

You can get your copy of Beacon Bayou after February 21 at: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

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Looking for a splendid place to visit? Welcome to Beacon Bayou! Come wander Big Thicket National Preserve... For one four man Marine Force Recon team, a vacation was just what the doctor ordered. Or in their case, the team corpsman.

Fresh off a mission in the jungle of South America, rest and relaxation are Recon's number one priorities. But for Gunnery Sergeant Brogan Baker, Sergeant Aaron Wolf, Corporal Regan Maxwell, and Chief Gabriel Sanchez, this vacation will test their strength unlike any mission ever has.

After a string of failed relationships, Brogan Baker is questioning his sexuality. Surely Regan Maxwell can't be the answer to Brogan's problems, can he? Besides, Regan’s a former Hollywood pretty boy just trying to prove he has what it takes while keeping one foot firmly planted in the closet. Then Lily comes along. Can the two men foster their growing relationship and survive the presence of one tiny female?

Aaron Wolf, the unit lost sheep, agreed to the Texas get away thinking he could finally overcome the short comings his father points out every chance he gets. Meeting Scarlet might be the way out Aaron's been looking for, but it’s the beauty Gabe's got his eye on that shows Aaron there’s hope where he thought none existed. After losing his first wife over fifteen years ago, Gabriel Sanchez has sworn off women. But somehow Roslyn Romero manages to capture his heart. The only problem is she's got a host of her own issues that will push Gabe to the brink.

If that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, then the Force Recon team will either leave Texas in body bags or they'll have a new found resolve to live life to the fullest. Beacon Bayou beware. Recon never backs down.

Please visit each of us at our respective websites:

BethAnn Buehler: www.bethannbuehler.com

Chris Craven: www.cravenheat.blogspot.com

JL Oiler: www.joiler.weebly.com

Lila Munro: www.lilamunro.weebly.com

And check our publisher’s website for more Force Recon Anthologies coming in 2011:

Rebel Ink Press: www.rebelinkpress.com

Thanks so much for hosting us today and thanks to all the readers for stopping by and spending some time with us! We truly appreciate you all!

PRINCE OF DARKNESS by Tracy L. Ranson

2011-02-17T08:16:00.000-05:00

Coming Soon!!
Tracy L. Ranson's new book - PRINCE OF DARKNESS, book 3 in the Bloodborn Series.

And after reading this sneak peek excerpt I'm not sure I can wait until February 24th for the release. See if it doesn't whet your appetite for more. Enjoy!

[Erotic Paranormal Romance, Vampire]

Blurb:

Married to her job cop, Christine McCall wants to find the murderer of her best friend and partner, David Williams. Pushing aside the guilt she feels at not being able to save him from death, Christine reluctantly agrees to allow Drake Haaken, owner of the BESERKER club where David had been killed, to help with the investigation. Thrust into a world that she never knew existed; Christine is torn between her human loyalty and vampire love. The choice she makes may end her life.

Sneak peek excerpt (PG-13):

“Do I frighten you?”

A smooth, silky male voice broke through her thoughts and sent a bolt of electricity dancing up and down her spine. She snapped her eyes open amid her slightly ragged breath. The handsome stranger stood before her, much taller than she imagined. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Not all at.”

“Good because I do frighten a lot of people.” He swept into a low bow. “Drake Haaken at your service.”

She detected a bit of an accent in his words, but she couldn’t place them. A part-time student of linguistics, she normally could place any lilt, but this one escaped her.

“Thank you, Mr. Haaken, but I really must be going.” Her throat constricted the closer he came, the smell of his musky aftershave overwhelming her no end. Her sex wanted to cream inside of her panties. She’d have to get out of here really fast before anything happened.

He clamped a hand on her arm. “Do you really?”

Bolts of strange desire rumbled up her limbs and stretched out the rest of her body, awakening every inch to his burning touch. She looked down at the strong fingers wrapped around her arm, unhappy with his uninvited clutch. One thing she hated in life was to be touched by people she didn’t know. “Please let go of me.” Quietly, he released her. “I must be going. I have an early day tomorrow.”

The sexy half smile returned, accompanied by a quick jerk of his left eyebrow. “Don’t leave before telling me your name.”

“Christine McCall.” Her open jaw shut. She had inexplicably defied department protocol. She’d never given her real name on any of her assignments, and she wasn’t sure why she did now except a strange feeling compelled her to.

Her nipples puckered beneath the lacy cups of her bra, the hard points pressing hard against the fabric. Thankfully, she’d decided to wear a bra with a slight bit of padding. Otherwise, this stranger could read her desire as easily as he would a book.

“Well, Ms. McCall, it seems as though we’ve got a problem here.”

The weakness in her legs barely kept her standing. “What is that, Mr. Haaken?”

“Music is playing, and we’re not dancing to it.”

Look for PRINCE OF DARKNESS at Bookstrand:
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Author's Website:
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The Cop's Mate by Cooper McKenzie

2011-02-14T15:41:00.000-05:00

The Cop's Mate is a great sequel to The Billionaire's Lady. And Cooper McKenzie is sharing one very hot excerpt today. Enjoy!

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters]

Matt Brady has come to town to rescue his sister from a crazy billionaire. Instead, he finds the woman he’s been looking for all his life: his mate, a spoiled shape-shifter who’s attacked his sister twice. But he soon learns she’s not at all what he thought.

All Leigh Kincaid-Thorne wants is a mate of her own. Her desperation has turned her into a vengeful witch. When her mate steps in after the pack’s new queen bee puts her down, she knows she’s in trouble. Not only is Matt the enforcer for his own pack, he is a Dominant male and determined to break her of her of her spoiled princess ways.

After recognizing him, all Leigh can say is, “Yes, Sir.”

Available at Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-cops-mate

Author's Website:
http://www.coopermckenzie.webs.com/

ADULT EXCERPT

Leigh watched him strip and was stunned by what his clothes hid. He was gorgeous. Long-limbed with thick, well-defined muscles, he was more than she had ever expected for her mate. She did not deserve such a man who seemed good and decent and honest. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Fates for presenting her with such a fine man. She looked up and down his body quickly then again more slowly. She was half afraid the wine she’d drunk earlier had distorted her vision. No one could be this well built outside of magazines, and even there the images were airbrushed. But here he stood, naked, hard, and hers for the taking. He was her very own sex god.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

Stepping closer, she lifted her hands to touch him. She had to make sure he was real and not just a figment of her sometimes overactive imagination. She traced across his broad shoulders then down thick, muscular arms. When she reached his wrists, she lifted her hands then brought them up to caress his broad chest.

The muscles and bones there were covered with an inverted triangle of soft, blond hair that went from nipple to nipple then narrowed to a point just above his navel. Dropping her hand lower, she traced the line of hair that started again below the indentation to trail down where it thickened around the base of his erect cock.

They both sucked in a breath when she traced a line up the top of his shaft from base to tip using the pad of just one finger. Matt was big all over, and his cock was in proportion with the rest of him. It was also bigger than any she’d ever seen before in real life.

“I want it,” she breathed. Wrapping one hand around the base of his thickness, she found her fingers barely met on the other side. Slowly she stroked up his long, thick length, smiling when the shaft twitched in response.

Lifting her gaze to his, she read the fire of stark hunger in his glowing blue eyes. It matched the inferno burning low in her pelvis. Though she had many questions about him, their relationship, and their future together, they all slid away until she could think of nothing but him and her and the sliver of a moon overhead.

“It’s all yours for the rest of our lives,” he responded softly, laying his hands on her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her.

In seconds, they were kneeling on the grass next to his shirt. Their arms wrapped tight around one another’s back as their bodies came into full contact. The kiss went on and on until Leigh felt dizzy from lack of air and the overwhelming intensity of arousal.

Pulling her head back to break the kiss, she licked at his lips before saying, “I need to lie down.”

He nodded and they lay down together, his shirt protecting them from the grass. They remained wrapped together as the kissing and touching went on until they were rubbing their bodies together. Their hips arched together, the length of his shaft rubbing in the furrow of her pussy lips, brushing back and forth against her hard, knotted clit. His touch sent her closer and closer to the edge of insanity.

“Please, now,” she whimpered against his lips as she lifted her top leg and wrapped it around his hip. “I need you right now.”

He pulled back to look at her. His expression was nearly as wild as she felt. “Are you sure, little one? Once I claim you, there’s no going back. You’re mine forever.”

The Initiation of Ms Holly by KD Grace

2011-02-09T09:11:00.001-05:00

Sexy, sizzling and surprising describe THE INITIATION OF MS HOLLY by KD Grace. There's an excerpt below. Enjoy!

Sex with a mysterious stranger aboard a train leads Rita Holly to an initiation into the exclusive and secretive Mount club.

Blurb:

Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her heart may have other plans.

Excerpt:

He practically fell on top of Rita, his hand grazing her left breast in the complete darkness. She yelped and grabbed him to keep from losing her balance.

‘God, I’m sorry!’ He gasped. ‘Bloody nuisance, this, isn’t it?’ His voice was warm, melodious, by far the most pleasant thing that had happened to Rita since she left Paris. ‘Oh dear. You’re trembling. Are you all right?’

‘I’m claustrophobic’ her words were thin and shaky, as though she didn’t fully trust herself to let them out. ‘It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know where we are.’ For an embarrassing moment, she realized she was still clinging to him, but the embarrassment passed, and suddenly she didn’t care. If they were going to die trapped in a train in the Eurostar tunnel, buried beneath a gazillion gallons of water, she’d just as soon not do it alone.

He either understood, or was too polite to leave her in such distress. He wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in a muscular embrace, the scent of which was maleness barely masked by deodorant and some spicy cologne, both fading at the end of a day much longer than either of them had anticipated. ‘Don’t worry.’ In the darkness, he misjudged the distance between them and his lips brushed her earlobe. ‘It’s just an electrical malfunction. Anyway we’re better off down here than in the snowstorm up above. Sounds like all of London is shut down. Who’d have expected snow this late in the spring? Never mind that, where else do you get the chance to cuddle strangers in the dark?’

Available at:

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Amazon UK:
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Harley on the Rocks by Zenobia Renquist

2011-02-05T08:55:00.000-05:00

Here's a brand new release by one of my favorite authors. Just came out on the 4th and I devoured it - Harley on the Rocks by Zenobia Renquist. I'm sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

Genre: Contemporary, Interracial, Romance, GLBT, menage (m/m/f), bisexual

Available at Changeling Press:
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1545

Blurb:

Her heart has a choice between loveless sex or sex-less friends.

Harley's got the hots for her best friends -- two gorgeous hunks who're in love with one another. Helping them spice up their sex life can't be such a bad idea -- can it? Friends with benefits, nothing more.

Harley's heart has complicated the issue. She wants to be more to Koijirou and Davis than a temporary fling, but she doesn't want to ruin their friendship. If it comes down to a choice between sex and friendship, can she handle the consequences of the choice she makes?

Excerpt R-rated:

Penelope grabbed Harley’s arm, hauled her out of her apartment and back across to Davis and Koi’s place. She pounded on the door.

“Did you need something?” Davis asked when he opened the door. His tone was annoyed, as was his manner.

“Yeah.” Penelope threw Harley into Davis’s arms. “The next time someone makes off with your woman say something rather than standing there like a dope.” She went back to Harley’s for her purse and then returned. “I can’t believe you’re related to me, Hoglet. There’s no way I’d let family stand in the way of me getting some.”

“Aunt Penny, you’re only in town for a short while. I just wanted to spend time with you,” Harley said.

“Damn all that. Get some now, spend time later. Family will be here but good sex won’t. I’ll call you.” She grabbed Harley’s head and laid a big kiss on her lips. “Besides, Hoglet, I’m here to stay. My stint in England is done. The company is keeping me stateside for the next few years.” She patted Davis’s chest. “Have fun. Bye now.”

Harley watched Penelope leave in stunned silence.

Koi said, “Well, that was interesting.”

“Not as interesting as it’s about to be,” Davis said. He kissed her shoulder and cupped her breasts. Harley gave a purring moan. She rolled her hips against his groin, which made him knead harder.

Her phone rang, and she cursed. “Don’t. Answer,” Davis growled.

She ignored him and opened the phone. “Harley.”

Penelope snapped, “Why the hell are you answering your phone?”

“Why the hell are you calling?”

Penelope laughed. “Touché. Don’t tell Nana I’m in town. I’m going to have fun for a few days before I go see her.”

“Okay. Is that it?”

“Yup. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”

“Exactly. Kisses, Hoglet.” Penelope made kissing noises before the phone cut off.

Harley snapped her phone shut with a tired sigh and a shake of her head.

Koi took the phone, walked it over to her apartment, tossed it inside and shut the door. He looked back at her. “Do you have your keys?”

She said, “In my purse.”

He opened the door, and there was a click before he closed it again. “House secured. Now where were we?” He returned to the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Davis lifted Harley against his chest. She didn’t bother fighting him as he carried her up the stairs. “I want food, and it’s late,” she said in a half-hearted attempt to stave off the inevitable.

“You’ll eat, don’t worry. But I’ve got news for you, Harley. You’ll be calling in sick to work tomorrow due to extreme exhaustion,” Koi said. He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “And slight soreness.”

Davis carried her into the bathroom. He put her down and then helped her undress before he removed his clothing. Behind them Koi undressed as well. All three soon stood in the bathtub, Davis at her front and Koi at her back.

Koi turned on the water and let it run for a minute before starting the shower. Harley only felt a few drops of water since Koi and Davis surrounded her.

She asked, “How am I supposed to get clean if I’m not getting wet?”

Davis hooked two fingers inside of her. “You feel plenty wet to me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Water suddenly hit her back. She looked over her shoulder to see Koi on his knees. She was about to ask what he was doing when he spread her ass cheeks wide and licked her hole.

“Koi!” She reached back to stop him, but only ended up clutching his hair.

Davis said, “He’s got to get you ready. Tonight, we’re doing this right.” He moved his fingers in and out of her as he bent and sucked one of her nipples between his lips.

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UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR edited by Lucy Felthouse

2011-02-03T14:09:00.000-05:00

UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR is a wonderfully sexy collection of stories for anyone who is turned on by men in uniform - or out of uniform. From firemen to soldiers the diversity of these tales guarantee there's something to please everyone. Whether you read these stories one at a time or devour the book in one sitting, these steamy tales make for good bedtime reading. Enjoy the excerpt!

Blurb:

Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place. Uniform Behaviour contains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners! Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first! As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict. The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Fireman’s Lift by Rebecca Bond
In Love and War by Lexie Bay
Dirty Deeds by Victoria Blisse
Just Couldn’t Wait by Lucy Felthouse
Crest of a Wave by Shermaine Williams
Sin City by Rebecca Bond
The Captain’s Persuasion by Delyth Angharad
Guard Mounting by Justine Elyot
Circling by Cassandra Carr
True Confession by Indigo Skye
Weight of Duty by Madeline Elayne
Venus by Hawthorn
On Manoeuvres by Jack Delaney
Strictly No Parking by Elizabeth Coldwell
Taken with Consent by Lexie Bay
Lingua Acutus by Craig J Sorensen

EXCERPT - Fireman’s Lift by Rebecca Bond

No, I shook the thoughts from my head, all too clichéd, all too seedy.

“Jesus!” I yelled as his free hand pinched down on my nipple, squeezing it firmly, exquisite pain coursing its way through my veins. I continued to clench around his fingers, another surge of arousal slipping from my core, heated juices spilling from my engorged and swollen cunt, coating his hands with my slick. I yelped in surprise as he forced his fingers into my mouth to taste the musky sweetness of my snatch.

“See how fucking good you taste?” he rasped against my ear, his words sending another surge of arousal whizzing around my body. All I could do was nod, words stuck in my throat as I succumbed to the feelings this fireman was invoking within me.

I have to admit, I did taste good, never having sampled the delights of pussy before now. Without warning there I was on bended knee, the image of myself drinking from another woman’s cup, lapping at her centre with long, luscious strokes whilst she writhed beneath my tongue.

I was brought back to the present by sharp pain in my breast as Bryan twisted a swollen teat, relishing in the pleasurable pain that spilled from my throat. He shifted closer to me in the darkness, pressing his thick erection against my pussy and grinding gently. With his cock still snugly tucked inside his trousers I had only the scratchy material of his uniform to contend with. My core ached for affection and I ground against him as hard as I could, rubbing myself against him like a wild feline in the throes of heat.

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Sarah's Pirate by Rachel Clark

2011-02-01T09:35:00.000-05:00

Sarah's Pirate by Rachel Clark packs a lot of punch into a short read - a great plot, a strong heroine and seriously steamy sex scenes. I hated to see it end but there's more coming. It's the first in a series. Enjoy the adult excerpt below.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Romance]

How hard can it be to deliver medicine to sick children on the other side of the universe? Sarah is about to find out it's a whole lot harder than it sounds. Captured by pirates, she meets Captain Jordan Bowman, and the man's reputation precedes him. He's supposed to be cunning and ruthless, so why are Sarah's instincts telling her to trust him?

Jordan has a big problem. Stealing the medicine from Sarah's ship is the only way to get it to the children without government interference, but now he's not sure what to do with the pretty courier with a fiery temper. A pirate ship is a dangerous place for a woman, and he has no idea how he's going to protect her from his crew.

Under the threat of mutiny, and in the middle of an intergalactic conspiracy, can Jordan and Sarah find a solution and each other?

Sarah's Pirate is available at Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/sarahs-pirate

Visit Rachel at:
http://www.rachelclark.webs.com/

ADULT EXCERPT

Jordan leaned over and pulled her onto his lap, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. She didn’t think that he’d meant for it to be anything other than a brief celebration, but her small sigh and soft acceptance had his cock swelling inside his jumpsuit, the hard rod pressing against her thighs. He speared his tongue into her welcoming mouth, sliding it against hers in a sensual dance as he tangled his hands in her hair.

She squirmed on his lap, trying to get closer, rubbing against the hard cock pressed against her bottom. Her breath came in short gasps as he pulled her across him until she straddled his lap, then unzipped her jumpsuit and snaked a hand around to her ass. He pushed the silky fabric of her lingerie aside so that he could grip her cheeks in his big hands. She moaned into his mouth, so he squeezed her again, kneading the flesh with his strong fingers.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as his clever fingers played over her ass and then crept up her back as he kissed the sensitive skin under her ear. Moist, soft kisses rained down her neck, over her shoulder, and down to the lace that covered her breasts.

With a strangled sigh he pushed the lace aside, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and bit down gently. She moaned her excitement as her clit began to tingle and her pussy pulsed with cream. The smell of her arousal filled the small cabin as she held his head to her breast and urged him on, implored him to suck harder, bite her, possess her in the most primitive of ways.

His hands pressed against her lower back and pushed her dripping pussy against his thick erection, rocking her clit against his strong body. Electrical currents zinged through her blood. Her breath came in ragged gasps as warmth spread through her.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said. “We don’t have enough time to do this properly, but I need to watch you explode in my arms.”

She shook her head as she squirmed against his cock. Her hands tried to undo the buttons on his suit, tried to find the zipper, tried to release his cock so that she could impale herself on him and they could ride the storm together.

“Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said as he gathered her hands, pushed them behind her, and pressed them into her lower back so that her breasts were forced closer to his mouth. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he pushed his other hand into the front of her suit to find her swollen clit and rub the sensitive nub. “Now come for me.”

Masters of Her Heart by Cooper McKenzie

2011-01-27T14:36:00.000-05:00

Masters of Her Heart is another great addition to the Club Esoteria series. It’s book #4 but it can standalone. The story is great and the sex is scorching.

Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 25,576
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, sex toys]

Megan Phillips is a woman in love with the unattainable: her neighbors, Jack and Quinn, men who are totally devoted to one another. Because she can’t have them, she spends her time at Esoteria, trying to find a man who will take control with love.

Jack and Quinn are a couple, but they're on the lookout for a woman to join their family. Both know Megan is that woman but don’t know how to ask her about it.

When Megan is hurt during a scene, Jack and Quinn reveal the truth of their relationship and lay down the law. If she is going to be submissive to anyone, it will be them. Though they know little of BDSM and what Megan needs as a submissive, they love her and only want what’s best for her.

Can they be what she needs? When the Dom who hurt Megan causes trouble, can they protect their woman from him?

A Siren Erotic Romance
ISBN: 1-61034-136-8
Price: $4.99

Available at Bookstrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/masters-of-her-heart

Driving Me Crazy by L.M. Brown

2011-01-23T12:29:00.000-05:00

Driving Me Crazy is entertaining, funny, and skillfully written. The author packs well-drawn characters, conflict and climax into a short format. I was impressed, and even though I knew how it would end, I read it with a smile on my face. There's an excerpt below. Enjoy!

Blurb

They say that people in love do crazy things. Brandon Walker can certainly relate.

Lusting after Lee Cooper, his sexy driving instructor, isn't the most sensible reason for failing his driving test for the third time and when he discovers the damage he has inadvertently done to his instructor's reputation and business, Brandon knows that he is on his last chance.

After persuading Lee to give him one final course of driving lessons Brandon makes it his priority to figure out if the spark he feels between them is one-sided or whether he can persuade his sexy instructor to move their lessons from the front seat of the car to the back.

ISBN: 978-1-920468-93-4
Format: eBook
Pages: 49 pp

Driving Me Crazy is available at Silver Publishing:
http://silverpublishing.info/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/driving-me-crazy-p-169

Find L.M. Brown online at:
http://lmbrown.dreamwidth.org/

Excerpt

The heavy rain of the previous night had almost completely gone by the time Brandon Walker took to the roads for his driving test. The sun was out and the rush hour traffic jams had cleared for the morning. Conditions were almost perfect. The driving test was going well — too well, in fact. Brandon could see his examiner, Gerald Harris, nodding approvingly from the corner of his eye. This wouldn't do at all.

The lights up ahead were changing to red, so he did what many drivers chose to do in that situation — he put his foot down and raced through them.

"You really shouldn't do that," Gerald told him reprovingly, looking and sounding like Brandon's father. "I know we all do it from time to time, but it's not advisable."

"Does that mean I've failed the test?"

Gerald shook his head. "No, that isn't bad enough to force me to fail you. Just keep going and try not to do it again."

Damn. Brandon willed his mobile phone to ring. Reaching to answer it would further hinder his chances of passing; something he had discovered during his second driving test. Unfortunately, the phone remained silent.

At the next set of lights he pulled up behind several other cars and waited for the green light. He had to think of something and he had to do it fast.

"Keep going to the next set of lights, then turn left, please."

Brandon nodded, thinking his way along the route ahead. They were heading for the bypass. There weren't many sets of traffic lights in the direction they were going, and Brandon couldn't guarantee they would be changing at the right time for him to run them. He wondered if a bit of impromptu road rage would make any difference. He couldn't see the driver of the car in front of him very well; he could only tell the person behind the wheel was male. Would he take the bait if Brandon goaded him a little?

There was only one way to find out. The lights changed to green, and when the car in front of him didn't move immediately Brandon hit the horn. "Come on Grandpa, get a fucking move on!"

Beside him Gerald gasped, but other than that he didn't react. The driver of the car in front gave him the finger and Brandon hit the horn again. The other car finally moved, but at a snail's pace. Brandon rejoiced inwardly when he realised the driver of the other car was deliberately keeping the pace slow to irritate him.

"What are you driving, a golf cart? Find another fucking gear!" He could hear Gerald's tut-tut beside him. "Can you believe this jerk?"

Gerald declined to comment.

They carried on at the same slow place, Brandon hitting the horn on several occasions to see if he could goad the other driver a little more.

When they approached the turn for the bypass Brandon silently cheered to see the other car pull into the lane alongside him, clearly going in the same direction.

The bypass was popular with the teenage boys in the area who liked to race their cars against each other late at night. Brandon wondered if challenging the other driver would be going a little too far. Then he remembered he needed to fail the test, or else he'd never see him again. A race would be enough for a serious or dangerous fault, or at least he hoped so.

Gerald shook his head and made a note on his test paper.

Brandon glanced at the paper out of the corner of his eye. He wished he could tell if a fault had been recorded. Unfortunately he couldn't quite see from this angle. Up ahead the traffic lights turned to red as he approached them. Brandon knew it was far too late to run them. Instead he pulled the car level with the other one and turned to take a good look at the driver. He was younger than Brandon and clearly pissed off at his antics.

"Hey, why don't you stick to the bus?" the stranger called across. "If that's what they're teaching you in driver training, there's no hope for the rest of us."

Brandon flipped him off. "Why don't you come over here and say that?"

The guy ignored him and revved his engine instead.

"Race you to the village," Brandon called.

"I really don't think that would be appropriate or advisable," Gerald interrupted. "Not if you want to pass your test today."

From the way he spoke Gerald made it clear that Brandon, despite his antics, might actually manage to scrape a pass on his test. His mind made up, he turned back to the other driver. "First one to the footbridge?" he suggested. A moment later the youth nodded in agreement.

Brandon grinned and sat back to wait for the green light.

Gerald shook his head. "Don't you want to pass your test?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to say that he didn't, but that would mean more questions, none of which he wanted to answer. As long as he failed, everything would be okay.

Safe and Sound - edited by Lucas Steele

2011-01-16T11:12:00.000-05:00

Safe and Sound

Safe and Sound is a hot collection. These sexually explicit MM stories include ménage and submissive themes. They’re inventive and the writing fulfills and exceeds expectations. If you enjoy the genre these erotic tales will definitely entertain you.

Safe And Sound by Alex K Bell

I should be thinking about the bigger picture now, how lucky I am to be alive, how grateful I am for my rescue, how great it will be when I get to see my friends and family, but all I can think about is the stranger’s big hands, stroking my chest with slow sensuous movements, knowingly teasing me.

Kit Bag by J L Merrow

Working at a gym, Kit has ample opportunity to fantasise about the well-built men he sees. What he doesn't know is that two of them have noticed his attention, and they decide to make his fantasies a reality in the changing room after closing time.

The Kennel Club by John Connor

In 1929 things weren’t what they are today, as I found out when I visited my old friend Mickey at a very special Gentleman’s Club. Mickey’s “dog” Rufus was slim, blond and 5ft 6, but I never saw him stand upright. He stayed at crotch level, and he proved himself to be a very talented boy indeed when it came to obeying his master’s every command.

Surfing Down Under by Eva Hore

Tired with partying in Australia, all I really want is a quiet sunbathe, but then I stumble across a nudist beach and I decided to get an all over tan. I don’t bargain on just how much of a turn on it is to be nude in the hot sun. But with the arrival of a mysterious lover the action gets a whole lot steamier.

Float Your Boat by Landon Dixon

When Brendan goes fishing with his new boyfriend, Evan, he’s expecting to reel him in, but neither of them are expecting their love making to be quite so overboard. Luckily they are rescued by Evan’s ex, Greg, but are there now too many fish in the sea. Who will get the prize catch and who will end up being the one that got away?

Safe and Sound is available at Xcite Books:
http://www.xcitebooks.com/category-208/9781907761591.html

It's Release Day! CAPTIVE Gale Stanley

2011-01-13T12:02:00.000-05:00

It’s release day for CAPTIVE - Black Wolf Gorge: 3
The story is hotter than Georgia asphalt but today I'm sharing a PG excerpt.
There's an Xcerpt at Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/captive

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, shape-shifters]

When Janis dumps her cheating boyfriend, her biological clock starts ticking louder than Big Ben. Her sister-in-law snagged both of her twin brothers, but she can’t hang onto one man. Then two drop-dead sexy men walk into her office. Too bad they turn out to be gay--and Lycan.

CAPTIVE is available at Bookstrand - special release day discounts:

http://www.bookstrand.com/captive

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EXCERPT

“Ladies, it’s one minute to countdown.” The way-too-cheery bandleader looked straight at Janis. “Grab your dates.”

Where is my date?

Janis’s cherry-pie red acrylic nails dug into her palms. She tried to look nonchalant while she scanned the hotel ballroom.

Dammit, Roy. Where the hell are you?

One minute he’d been standing by her side eating stuffed mushroom caps and mini-hotdogs, and the next, he had his cell phone to his ear, already walking away and mumbling something unintelligible.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Her first real New Year’s date in eons, and she was destined to stand in the corner alone at midnight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows framed fireworks that lit up the sky, and over her head, multicolored balloons swarmed, waiting for their cue. But the magical night had all but lost its luster.

Janis felt like Cinderella at the ball. At the stroke of twelve, the spell would be broken, and instead of a prince by her side, she’d be alone like always. She should have known that having a man like Roy interested in her was too good to be true.

“Ten!”

A drink would help. She made her way to the bar and asked for one glass of champagne. The bartender gave her a pitying look as he handed over the flute. Did everyone here feel sorry for her? The last thing she wanted on New Year’s Eve was a pity party. Screw them. At least she wasn’t working.

“Nine!”

Janis took a sip and peered over the rim of her glass. She spotted Roy headed her way, and her eyes went heavenward.

Thank you, Lord!

She plastered a smile on her face and promised herself she wouldn’t bawl him out.

“Eight!”

Roy blithely sidestepped other partygoers in his haste. Maybe he did have an important call. She really had to stop belittling herself.

“Seven!”

She downed the rest of her champagne and set the glass on the bar. Determined to be by Roy’s side at midnight, she started walking toward him.

He really did look handsome in his black suit. The lab coat he usually wore over khakis and a button-down shirt didn’t do him justice. And the air of confidence about him added to his allure. He looked like he was in his element, whereas she was definitely out of hers.

“Six!”

Suddenly, a hand reached out and clutched Roy’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. His head swiveled to see who’d waylaid him. A stunning redhead with Mae West curves flashed a big smile, grabbed the back of Roy’s head, and glued her mouth to his.

“Five!”

Janis clenched her teeth so hard she swore she heard the enamel crack. She wanted to pull the skanky bitch off her date and slap her silly.

“Four!”

She’d seen the woman once before. But she’d been wearing a white nurse’s uniform instead of a strapless black cocktail dress that fit her like a second skin. She sat at a reception desk in front of Roy’s office and acted like his guard dog.

“Three!”

Maybe Roy needed a guard dog. His status at Philadelphia Hospital had grown since some mysterious benefactor funded a new addition. With the building complete, Roy had been named head of the Foundation for Infertility and Reproductive Medicine. The FIRM turned out to be a major coup for the hospital. The sprawling complex that had once been a public charity hospital had gained new respect and became a major player in the world of research. Roy had high hopes of achieving a major breakthrough in the treatment of infertility.

“Two!”

She’d been so thrilled when Roy asked her to be his date. He’d chosen to share his success with her and show her off to his colleagues. Now it looked like she was being played as his second fiddle.

“Happy New Year!”

At the stroke of midnight, popping balloons sent streams of confetti pouring over the excited crowd. She lost sight of Roy and the redhead, and she bit back hot tears.

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Ruby Red Metallic by Casey Sheridan

The Pet Shop by K D Grace

A BIT OF ROUGH by Lucy Felthouse

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Identity Crisis by Lila Munro

Dos Lunas by Belinda McBride

Visionquest by Laura Tolomei

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* BEACON BAYOU * Force Recon: 1

PRINCE OF DARKNESS by Tracy L. Ranson

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The Initiation of Ms Holly by KD Grace

Harley on the Rocks by Zenobia Renquist

UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR edited by Lucy Felthouse

Sarah's Pirate by Rachel Clark

Masters of Her Heart by Cooper McKenzie

Driving Me Crazy by L.M. Brown

Safe and Sound - edited by Lucas Steele

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