Confessions of a Chocoholic by London Saint James

Thanks so much for having me over to visit today and talk about my new release. When I sat down with my trusty laptop to write a story about love and chocolate here’s what I had to draw inspiration from: My love of writing romance. My own little addiction to almost everything chocolate. A picture of a sexy woman with melted chocolate dribbles on her lips, chin, hands and chest. And a cute quote from Dave Barry about…. You guessed it—chocolate. I connected all the dots and came up with Confessions of a Chocoholic, which is a contemporary erotic romance and part of the Romance on the Go line through Evernight Publishing.

I had a great time writing Lexi and Colton’s story, and hope the readers enjoy it, too.

 

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Blurb:

Like countless single mothers, Lexi Collins wears many hats. Loving daughter. Big sister. Sole breadwinner. Freelance photographer. Graphic designer. Best friend. But while those roles are fulfilling, the one thing that eludes her is finding the right partner in life. 

When Colton Westmore, the sexy owner of the popular dating site, LoveMatch.com sweeps Lexi off her feet, her chances of finally grabbing that golden ring increases exponentially, but a bleached blonde bombshell threatens to put an end to Lexi’s new found happiness. 

Are her assumptions about Colton wrong? And if so, there’s only one woman who can ruin the magic between them, and that woman is Lexi herself. 

 

Excerpt: 

Colton took the few steps it required to cross the space, put his drink on the table behind me, and took the camera from around my neck. He placed it on the plush banquette tucked around the table. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.

“You’ve been thinking about removing my camera?”

“No.” He dipped his head, and brushed his lips across mine in a whisper-soft touch. A burn started and seemed to smolder between my legs. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your lips.”

Unable to stop myself, I dropped my unopened can. It made a dull thud when it hit the floor beside me. I stood up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his strong neck, and pressed my lips to his.

His large hand rested between my shoulder blades and the other on my lower back. I actually hated the shirt I had on. Even though it was lightweight, the barrier of the material kept me from feeling his flesh on mine. My thoughts quickly changed back to his tongue as it traced along the curve of my upper lip. He nibbled at me. His hand slipped up to the back of my moist neck. He twined his fingers into my curls and tugged gently at the base of my hair, pulling my head back. He kissed my jaw. My exposed throat. Nuzzled his nose in the hollow there.

“You taste salty sweet,” he said in a voice that tantalized.

Feeling lightheaded, I moaned when he did a combination of open mouth caresses and teeth-nibbles on my skin. But, when he swept his lips up to my ear and drew the fleshy lobe into his mouth, I wanted to crumple.

“That feels so good,” I said. I shuddered in his arms.

“You’re beautiful, Lex.” 

His warm breath gusting across my hot flesh and his words were enough to make chills ripple down my spine. 

I slid my hands along the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles I had to see. I tugged at the bottom, lifting. “Take this off,” I said in a breathless pant, throwing any pretense of caution to the wind.

Colton brought his head up from my neck. Without hesitation, he ripped the T-shirt from over his head and dropped it. Tanned skin, immense biceps, large pectorals with small, pebbled, copper-colored nipples, and a slab of abdominal muscles greeted me.

I reached for him and fingered the ripples on his stomach before I kissed his flesh, peppering his chest with hot kisses. When I flicked his nipple with my tongue, the muscles beneath my hand and mouth jumped. I lightly bit. He groaned and moved the hair from my face. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. He was looking at me with an intensity that shook me for a moment, but I didn’t have time to dwell upon the emotion because he picked me up and sat my backside down on the table. My legs dangled over the edge. My flip-flops took a nosedive.

“Are you sure you want this?” Colton asked.

“What if I said I never wanted anything more?”

He unbuttoned my shirt and folded back the cotton fabric. “What if I said, I know.” It wasn’t a question.

 

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Chocoholic-Romance-London-Saint-ebook/dp/B00MV5INOC

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https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-confessionsofachocoholic-1604109-149.html

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/confessions-of-a-chocoholic-by-london-saint-james/ 

 

About London:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

 

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Website http://www.londonsaintjames.com

Blog http://londonsj.blogspot.com

Twitter http://twitter.com/LSJRomance

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Saved By Perseus by Ela Stein

Thank you so much for having me here today! I’m really excited to share my new release. This story is special to me because I have loved Greek Myths since I was a child. My mom used to read them to me at bedtime, before I had even learned to read. I’ve always wondered what those times must have been like in reality – the truth behind the myth. On the other hand, I was just as fascinated by the fantasy part of it – a world where gods really do walk the earth. In my story, I’ve created a world that’s as authentic as possible, but still holds onto all the fantasy. So it’s a bit of historical fiction mixed with fantasy, and with a whole lot of naughtiness sprinkled in. I mean, the myths do leave all the “fun” details out, so I made sure to put them all back in, just as they were meant to be 😉

There are lots of funky happenings going on here, and it’s part of Evernight’s exclusive multiple-author series “Naughty Fairytales”.  Andromeda is a curvaceous princess, and Perseus is the son of Zeus. Which, of course, explains his god-like body! I’m also pleased to share that this story was an “Editor’s Pick”.

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Blurb:

Andromeda’s world comes crashing down when the Gods proclaim that she is to be chained to a rock and offered as a sacrifice to the sea monster that has been ravaging her lands. Terrified, she has no choice but to obey, though the tentacled creature is her worst nightmare come to life, and he has ominous plans for her. Perseus witnesses her plight and comes to her rescue, but liberating Andromeda requires more than just skill with his sword. Will his love be enough to save her not only from the monster, but from her dark past that conspires to never let her go?

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Excerpt:

When I was a little girl, a snake bit me on the ankle. My mother told the story of how I barely survived, how I had gone in and out of consciousness, flushed with fever, eyes glazed. When I dreamed, I called out about falling into a pit of vipers.

And now before me, my nightmare came to life. Tentacles surged out of the water, but they far more resembled teeming snakes. Unlike octopus arms, they had no suction cups, and ended in blunt tips. Glistening and sinuous, they blindly explored the harsh rock, covering its entire surface, exploring each crevice, and inevitably coming closer and closer to me.

I dug my heels into the rock behind me and curled my toes in. I turned my head and would have shut my eyes, but I couldn’t force myself to stop staring at the monstrosity. Tugging at the shackles did no good and only made the panic surge to a higher pitch until I felt like a wild animal about to become prey.

Only a foot from my toes now, the snake appendages roamed over the rock, some thick and large, like a man’s thigh, and some thin like my little finger. One, about the thickness of my arm, separated itself from the others and moved higher up the rock, coming toward me. I gasped and pulled away from it as far as the chains would allow.

It slithered audibly over the rocky surface and nudged at my toes. I did shut my eyes then, and turned my head into my arm.

It slipped over my foot and wrapped itself about my ankle. I raised my leg and tried to shake it off, but it only coiled tighter about me, digging into my flesh as though to warn me. It wrapped more and more around my lower leg and then began to slowly travel upward, twisting over and over, over my knee and then over my thigh.

I clamped my legs together to halt its progress, but it was far stronger. It wormed its way between my limbs and under my skirt. Slowly it came ever closer to the apex of my thighs, and when it finally reached it, and brushed against my sex, I jumped. The strong muscle rubbed against my clit as it continued to flow upward, along my torso, slowly winding its way. The friction of it rubbing at me terrified and excited me at once. My eyes still closed, I only felt it when other snake limbs joined this one. Another one twined around my other leg, and still others wrapped themselves about my arms.

“My bride,” a rough voice whispered, loud as a thunderclap and yet so quiet I was sure I only heard it in my mind. It carried the same implacable weight of power as the words of the Oracle.

My eyes flew open, and I came face to face with Cetus.

 

Available at: Evernight | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | BookStrand

 

About Ela Stein:

Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (dark, dark fantasy!), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web: 

Website: www.ElaStein.com

Blog: http://elastein.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Stein_Ela

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ela.stein.735

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/elastein/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8142001.Ela_Stein 

The Beast of Birch Hill by Naomi Clark

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Blurb:

Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that – rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.

Available from Amazon US | Amazon UK | All Romance eBooks | Evernight 

 

Excerpt: 

A couple of hours later, showered, changed, and feeling human again, Emma headed back to Abigail’s Bakes. She told herself she was just looking to grab a quick lunch and sit somewhere pleasant while she updated her blog. Privately she had to admit it would be nice to just look at Abi while she worked.

            The place was much busier than it had been that morning; it was full of kids and families jostling for table space. Abi and a younger girl worked the counter with cheer and ease, and cafe was filled with chatter and laughter. Emma joined the queue, trying to catch Abi’s eye. When Abi saw her, she waved and favored Emma with that infectious smile.

            “How was your hike? Did you catch the Beast yet?” she asked Emma as she served her.

            “Not yet. Maybe later.” Emma picked out a bacon and cheese strudel and a spiced apple muffin. “Do you have wifi in here? I need to get online.”

            Abi passed her a slip of paper with a password on it along with her food. “Help yourself. Catch you later.”

            Emma smiled, hoping the words weren’t just a mere formality. She found a table tucked away in the corner and flipped open her netbook. Her main source of income was her photography, supplying stock images for websites and brochures, entering as many competitions as she could, and doing the occasional teaching course if she wasn’t traveling. It was steady money, and a hefty inheritance from a grandparent she’d never met allowed her to live in comfort and indulge her other passion – the alien big cat stories. Her blog, After Dark All Cats Are Leopards, was one of the better-regarded in both the cryptid and sceptic communities and she had a steady following. When she’d announced last week that she was heading for Birch Hill, her views had skyrocketed, and even though she didn’t have much news to add yet, it was probably a good idea to update now.

            She plugged her digital camera into the netbook and uploaded the photos she’d taken, eating as she worked. The strudel and the muffin were both perfectly delicious, and she allowed herself a brief fantasy of kidnapping Abi and making her bake for her full-time.

            She didn’t notice Abi had joined her until the other woman pushed a cup of coffee to her. “Looks like thirsty work,” Abi remarked.

            Emma jumped, then grinned. “Bloggers are powered entirely by caffeine. Thanks.”

            “So I looked you up after you left,” Abi said. “Why big cats?” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Her dark curls framed her face perfectly, her expression attentive and interested. Emma squirmed a little under her keen gaze.

            “When I was a kid I wanted to find Bigfoot,” Emma confessed. “My dad used to take me out hiking in the Rocky Mountains and tell me stories about Bigfoot and skinwalkers, all kinds of stuff. I just loved it. Then I grew up and decided there wasn’t much chance of Bigfoot really being out there. But big cats? Definitely.”

            “You’re so sure? Even though nobody’s found a breeding population of wild tigers anywhere?” Abi asked with a grin.

            “America’s a big country. There’s plenty of space for wide-roaming animals to hide. And big cats are generally elusive in their natural territories anyway. Yeah, I’m sure. People brought lions and tigers over here with circuses in the nineteenth century and there are thousands of people keeping them illegally today. There are orphanages for abandoned exotic animals up and down the country. It’s not completely ridiculous that some escape or are released into the wild. And cats are so adaptable. Even if we’re not talking big breeding populations, I think it’s more likely that there are non-native big cats out there than not.”

            “You love this stuff, don’t you?” Abi said, looking thoughtful.

            Emma flushed. “Was I rambling?”

            “No, it’s interesting! I wish I could come out big cat hunting with you, but Jed probably wouldn’t let me.” She stuck her tongue out as if she’d eaten something distasteful.

            “Well, he’s not coming either,” Emma said. “I take it he’s more than just prickly with you?”

            Abi shuffled Emma’s empty plates around, looking embarrassed. “Oh, we just…clash. He’s pretty conservative and I’m not. He thinks I lower the tone of the neighborhood.”

            “Not a fan of baked goods?” Emma joked.

            “Baked goods or lesbians,” Abi said with a shrug.

            Emma’s heart gave a little twist, but she kept her tone calm and amused as she replied. “Oh dear. I’d better not answer any personal questions he asks me then.”

            Abi gave her a thoughtful look again that turned into a shy smile. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day? I’m off this afternoon.”

            “I’m going back into the woods this evening but I’m free til then. Maybe…” Emma searched for something that didn’t sound too forward but still made it plain she liked Abi. “Maybe we could hang out?” Ugh. Lame.

            Abi didn’t seem to notice. She flashed a dazzling smile. “How about a guided tour of Birch Hill? There’s not much to see, but with the right company it has a certain charm.”

            “It’s a date.”

            Abi stood, grabbing Emma’s plates. “Give me an hour and we’re on.”

            Emma watched her sashay away with a flutter of excitement. If the Beast of Birch Hill didn’t show up, Abi might prove just as exciting.

 

About the author:

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

Find me online: 

Blog – http://naomiclarkwrites.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/naomi_jay

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/naomijclark

The Summer Heat by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘The Summer Heat’.

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A ménage romance two guys and a girl, this is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles.

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.

Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?

 

Read an Excerpt from ‘The Summer Heat’

 An hour later, when only the big carton in her study remained to unpack, the doorbell rang. A lurch of anticipation tightened her stomach. She took a deep breath and went to open the door on shaky legs. Calm down, she told herself.

Nate and Evan stood side by side on the doorstep. They’d obviously showered. Their hair still wet, Evan’s curled enticingly at the ends around his ears. They wore fresh T-shirts and board shorts, showing off muscular chests, arms, and legs.

A wave of complete desire left Annabel weak as she looked from one to the other.

“Come in.” Her voice wavered as nerves took over. She opened the door wide.

They walked in smiling.

Nate turned to close the door for her. His hand brushed hers.

A sexual charge from the connection forced her eyes closed for a second. She pulled herself together. “Do you want to go down to the kitchen? I’ve got cold beer and some juice. How did the tree stump digging go? Did you get it out?” She knew she gabbled, but couldn’t help it. Their nearness set her heart beating fast again. Her initial confidence when she’d met them was gone in the face of just how hot they were. Suppose they have girlfriends already and are just being neighborly? Suppose they don’t find me attractive in that way? Then she read the expression in his eyes when she offered Evan a bottle of beer. He likes me just fine. She touched her fingertips to his as she gave him the cold bottle. Rivers of sensation ran up to her elbow, and her thighs clenched involuntarily but deliciously.

Annabel turned her attention to Nate. “Beer, Nate?”

He nodded, and his eyes darkened at her as he came forward to take the drink.

Wow, he likes me. The thought brought a smile, and she sparkled at them both. “I’ll just get a glass of juice, and then we can go to the back room. It’s more comfortable there. We can sit and you can tell me all about the town. Have you lived here long?”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Evernight Publishing, All rights reserved

 

Buy links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-summer-heat-by-elodie-parkes/

All Romance eBooks:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thesummerheat-1588149-149.html

Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-summer-heat-mfm-0

Or visit Elodie’s blog:

http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com/2014/08/white-sand-ocean-two-gorgeous.html

 

About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, Evernight, and Siren.

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter

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The Bucket List by Douglas Black

Squeal! I have Douglas Black on my blog again, with his new release The Bucket List! It’s an M/M erotic romance released Aug. 5 by Loose Id Publishing. Congratulations!

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What a gorgeous cover! The main characters have graciously agreed to answer a few questions, so here goes.

Hello guys, and welcome. I’m very excited to have you here. What are your names? 

Blake: Blake.

Kade: Kade. Kade Doherty. Although about a year ago I came dangerously close to becoming Kade Doherty-McGee. That’s a long story, and I don’t know you well enough to want to share it with you. All you really need to know is that I came to my senses… with a little help.

B: With a lot of help.

K: [rolls eyes] A bottle of Rescue Remedy and a few sleeping pills does not constitute ‘a lot of help’.

B: I did more than that.

K: Yeah… Yeah. You did.

Lea: [smiles] How did the two of you meet?

K: In an Asian supermarket in the east end of Glasgow. He hit on me. Tried to pick me up. Who tries to pick up guys in a supermarket?

B: [laughs] It worked, didn’t it.

K: Only because I had temporarily taken leave of my senses.

B: That implies you think you’re back in possession of them.

K: Don’t push it.

Lea: Seems like you’re a fun couple. Where did you grow up? How do you feel about it now?

B: Originally, I’m from Dandenong. It’s a suburb of Melbourne, just at the foot of the Dandenong Ranges. Don’t worry. Pretty much no one I meet has ever heard of it, so it’s easier to say I’m from Melbourne. Or Sydney, where I went to university. Or maybe I should just tell people I’m from Australia and then not offer any more detail. That would be easier. I might start doing that.

How do I feel about it now? Well, it’s been ten years since I last went back there. I think that says it all, don’t you?

K: Unlike Blake, I never saw the point in chucking myself willy-nilly across the surface of the earth. I grew up outside of Glasgow, I went to university in Glasgow and then spent four years living in the west end of Glasgow.

B: Even though he doesn’t really like Glasgow.

K: It seemed appropriate at the time.

B: Appropriate? Yeah, because ‘appropriate’ is always fun.

Lea: What do you do for a living?

B: I own a watersports business on the banks of Loch Lomond. I’m not exactly turning a profit at the moment, so I suppose you could say I’m a failing watersports instructor who is desperately trying to make things work so I don’t have to go back to Australia with my tail between my legs. And without Kade. I don’t want to leave Scotland unless Kade is coming with me.

K: I don’t know about moving to Australia, but things are pretty up in the air for me right now and I have no real need to stay in Scotland. I’m an accountant, or at least I was an accountant. I was damn good at my job, but then a whole bunch of stuff happened, again stuff that I don’t feel like talking about right now, and I ended up quitting. Now, I give my skills away for free trying to sort out this idiot’s finances. Honestly. You should see his idea of filing receipts. [shakes head].

Lea: What’s currently your biggest responsibility/commitment?

B: That’s easy. My biggest responsibility is Kade. I’ve taken on the task of making him happy again, since for a while there it didn’t look like he was going to do it himself. He deserves to be happy. He’s let people treat him like crap for far too long.

K: While that sounds incredibly soppy and while I am incredibly grateful, I would have to say that my biggest responsibility right now is sorting out your damn accounts so you don’t go bankrupt and end up getting deported.

B: Can they deport me if I go bankrupt?

K: I’m not sure. I’d have to look it up.

B: See? We make a great team!

Lea: [laughs] Who’s your best friend? 

K: I suppose I should say Ian, who was basically responsible for me meeting Blake. He was the one who wrote me a stupid bucket list to follow to help break me out of my shell after I got dumped. Without that list, I would never have gone to that Asian supermarket, so I wouldn’t be sitting here now. But… it feels better to say that Blake is my best friend.

B: I’m not going to argue with that.

Lea: And who’s your biggest enemy? 

K: I’m not sure about enemy. That sounds very dramatic. But the person I would most like to make watch as something they love catches on fire would be Niall, my ex. He’s a knob, to put it mildly.

B: A knob with a broken nose.

K: [laughs] Yes. Thank you for that.

B: [flexes hand] Pleasure. Anytime.

Lea: I love your humor, guys. So, do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings?

K: I spent far too long working a respectable job to even contemplate tattoos or piercings. Blake, though… Blake’s got his nipple pierced. He wears this little blue bar, a tiny little thing, but… let’s just say touching it can provoke some interesting reactions. Right, Blake?

B: No comment.

Lea: What’s your greatest talent?

B: I think I’ll let Kade answer that one [winks].

K: My mother might be reading this. I better not say.

Lea: Your mother…? [clears throat] My blog is probably not suitable for her. Anyway, what are you the most hopeless at?

K: Life.

B: Kade! That counts as putting yourself down. You’re not supposed to do that anymore.

K: Sorry. It is true though…

B: Yeah, but remember what I told you? You have to try and hide the crazy, otherwise you scare people.

Lea: Very true. How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?

B: If you’re asking me do I like women, of course! I love women. But don’t plonk a naked one in my bed unless you want to listen in on a very in-depth discussion about the weather. I wouldn’t know what else to do with her.

K: Same. You better hope that in the event of a nuclear holocaust, we aren’t the only two men left alive, because there is no way either of us would be capable of helping out with the task of repopulating the earth.

Lea: Indeed, which leads me to the next question. How do you feel about children? Do you want to have your own?

K: I can’t keep a pot plant alive for longer than a fortnight and although I think Blake would make a wonderful father, I mean that in the sense that our children would always be laughing, running wild and covered in mud, but also a few seconds away from life-threatening danger at all times.

B: Hey!

Lea: [laughs] Where do you see yourselves in ten years time?

K: I want to be completely free from the stupid voice in my head that tells me I’m not good enough, and I want to have learned to stop panicking about the little details. I want my career to be back on track and I want to be financially secure again. And I want to still be with Blake.

B: Wow. I was about to say that as long as I’m with Kade, I don’t care where I am or what I have, but I feel kind of stupid saying that now.

K: Oops. Sorry. What I meant was… I don’t need material goods or the feeling of security. I could be living in a cardboard box and it wouldn’t matter as long as I had you…. It would have to be a pretty big cardboard box, though. Preferably one made out of stone with at least two storeys and glass windows and a lockable front door… I do love you, though!

B: Yeah, yeah. I believe you. Thousands wouldn’t.

Lea: Okay… [glances at notes] …that’s it. Thank you, guys! Very nice to have you here, and I look forward to reading your book.

 

Short blurb from The Bucket List:

When Kade Doherty gets dumped, his friends write him a bucket list, but nobody warns him that following it will result in Kade meeting a man who seems intent on turning his world upside down.

Blurb:

When Kade Doherty gets dumped, he expects sympathy from his friends. Instead, he gets a bucket list. His friends want to help him enjoy life again, but Kade isn’t convinced a list of outlandish leisure pursuits will help much with that. To keep the peace he goes along with the plan and in the process, he meets Blake.

Blake’s Australian accent and surfer-boy looks are the stuff of sexual fantasies and Kade surprises everyone – including himself – when he wastes no time making a move.

Kade goes with Blake into the Scottish highlands, but just as he is beginning to get used to life with his very own Mr. Australia, reality comes knocking. Kade’s newfound happiness falls apart when his abusive ex demands they meet. Blake senses something is wrong and he wants to help, but Kade knows he can’t confide in Blake.

After all, Kade hasn’t exactly been honest. He might feel like a different man when he’s with Blake, but Kade knows he’s still just an accountant from Glasgow with slight obsessive compulsions and a bucket list that someone else wrote. He knows Blake won’t hang around, let alone help, when he finds out the truth.

Or will he?

 

Author Bio:

Douglas Black was born and raised in bonnie Scotland. An archaeologist by trade, he started writing MM erotica as a means of avoiding starvation at university. He returned to the genre in 2012.

 

Author Links:

Blog – http://www.douglasblackerotica.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Douglas-Black/1632968396841732?fref=ts

Twitter – @DBlackErotica

 

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Menage – The Wild, Wild West #3 – by Molly Ann Wishlade

Menage will be released by Carina UK on 1st August

Genre: Historical Western Romance

Series: The Wild Wild West Novella Series

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BLURB:

Vulnerable widow Grace Holbein faces an uncertain future. Spurned by the town of Deadwood because of her violent late husband’s troubles she’s all alone in the world. With winter approaching the future looks bleak until two rugged cowboys ride up to her ranch looking for work in return for room and board.

Grace is wary of these handsome strangers; in her experience men are not to be trusted. However, Matt, fair and athletic, and Blake, dark and ruggedly handsome, are keen to prove to Grace that not all men are alike. The attention she receives from them both thaws her frozen heart and melts her inhibitions; she would welcome either one to warm her bed, but it’s a choice she finds impossible to make. In her dreams she’s allowed them both, but can her brazen desires ever be fulfilled in reality?

 

Here are two excerpts from the novella for you to enjoy:

“Hello there! Mrs Holbein?”

Grace peered up from the chicken coop at the approaching cowboys. They dismounted from their horses then walked towards the perimeter fence.

She was knee-high in straw and feathers as she gathered that day’s eggs, depositing them in a basket hooked over her left arm. She wasn’t expecting company and she didn’t recognise the two men. Her survival instinct kicked in, increasing her heart rate, and she quickly reached down and checked her right boot. The cold steel blade sat in its place, encased in the leather sheath, reassuring her with its sharp edge and fierce point.

“Hello?” She raised her voice to intimate that it was a question not a greeting. She straightened her back and wiped the perspiration from her upper lip with the back of her free hand.

The cowboys reached the fence. This close, she could see how big they were. Tall, broad-shouldered men. Large and masculine. They made her acutely aware of how petite and feminine she was.

How utterly defenceless.

She eyed them, her senses on high alert. Being a woman alone at an isolated homestead a few miles outside of Deadwood meant that she was constantly wary. Letting her guard down, even just a fraction, could have been fatal whether dealing with man or beast.

“Mrs Holbein?”

Grace met the blond man’s blue eyes and a shiver ran down her spine. They were as intense as the sky on a clear summer’s day. Beautiful, bright blue framed by thick black lashes. He rested his large, tanned hands on the fence. She found her gaze drawn to his long, slim fingers with their short nails and the tiny white-blond hairs on his muscular forearms which shone in the afternoon sun. This was a man who worked hard for a living. Outdoors. Probably with horses and cattle.

“Are you Mrs Holbein?” He repeated the question.

“That’s me. Whadda you want?” She pulled herself up to her full height. She could see that if she stood next to either man she would not reach his shoulders. As the cowboy searched her face, she let the basket swing in front of her body. An obstacle between them, to hide her figure from view. Protection. A barrier.

“We’re looking for work, ma’am,” the cowboy explained. He pushed his Stetson further back on his head and wiped his brow with a folded neckerchief.

“And what makes you come out here looking for it?” Grace scowled. She nudged an inquisitive chicken away from her skirts with her foot.

“We asked in Deadwood, ma’am. They said you was likely to need some help around your farm. In light of your…” He removed his hat. “Your recent loss.”

So they knew about Jack. That also meant that they knew she was alone and that she had no man to protect her. She took a steadying breath.

Keep calm. Show no fear.

“What’s your names?” She stalled. She had no intention of giving them more information about her circumstances than she needed to. She didn’t have the time for pleasantries. There was no time to waste in the day. No time at all. She was exhausted, run ragged trying to take care of the farm all alone. They had never had any hired help and life had been tough but Jack had insisted that they could do it all themselves. But now that he’d gone, she realised exactly how much he had done.

Around the farm and to her.

She shivered. Her corset grazed the spot below her left shoulder blade that never fully healed and she gritted her teeth together. Damned sensitive female flesh. She was filled with resentment for her own frailty.

“I’m Matt Huntley and this here’s Blake Donohue.” Matt gestured to his companion.

“Howdy, Mrs Holbein.” Blake doffed his hat. Grace swallowed hard. His hair was black and shiny as a raven’s wings and his eyes like pools of whisky. His face was tanned from being outdoors and he had a few days’ growth of stubble. But he was handsome as the devil himself. She shook her head.

A pleasing face did not equal a good heart. As she’d learnt. For the past five years.

 

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She moved towards them. Brought their hands to her lips. Pressed her mouth to their fingers in turn. Both of them. At the same time. Leaving neither man out. Their skin smelt of pine and masculine warmth. She breathed it in, licking her lips as it fired her desire.

Matt gasped and she met his eyes. They were dark. His own lips slightly parted.

She glanced at Blake. His eyes echoed the need in Matt’s. What was happening here?

This wasn’t possible. She had dreamt of this even though she had denied it upon waking with her hands between her legs and her body coated in perspiration. Being loved by them both simultaneously.

She took a step closer to Matt and he lowered his head. He pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her. Gently. Slowly. She leaned into him, feeling his body all along the front of her own. He was so hard, so strong, so desirable.

She forced herself to pull away then moved towards Blake. He wrapped his strong arms around her and returned her kiss. His mouth was firmer, more insistent. He pressed his tongue between her lips and delved into her mouth. She sighed and ran her own tongue over his. Tasting. Touching. Wanting.

He pulled her closer and she felt his erection against her belly. He was hard. He wanted her. She wanted him. But what about Matt?

She pulled away from Blake’s kisses and glanced at the other cowboy. He stepped closer and kissed her again while she was still in Blake’s arms.

So they were okay with this? They both wanted her? Like this? Her stomach flipped with excitement. How would this work?

Matt moved behind her and lifted her wet hair. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered with delight. He kissed and nibbled her ears lobes and tickled them with his hot breath. So gentle. So new. She took Blake’s face in her hands and caressed his cheeks, his jaw, the tight cords which stood out in his thick neck.

As Matt ran his hands up and down her sides, nibbling and kissing her neck, Blake kissed her mouth, her throat, the tops of her breasts which rose and fell rapidly above her dress.

Then they began to undress her.

They gently stripped away her clothing. Pulled off her boots and stockings and unlaced her corset. All the while, still kissing and caressing her so that every inch of her body was aflame.

When she stood in just her shift before them, they quickly peeled off their own clothes.

Grace trembled. Being exposed in the past had heralded the advent of pain and fear. Agony that sometimes lasted the whole night through. If Matt and Blake had hidden their true selves from her and they were about to hurt her, then she would die in their arms. She would want to. Because finding out that they were not the good, kind men that she had fallen for would break her heart. And if that happened, then death would be a welcome escape.

She gazed at Blake. Naked, he was even easier on the eye than he was fully clothed. He was strong, muscular, firm. His body was hard and defined from his broad shoulders to his strong wide thighs. The ebony hair of his head was echoed across his chest in a light dusting and a line of hair ran from his chest down to his navel then to the patch of dark curls at his groin. From amidst them jutted his thick, erect cock. It stuck out from his body, dusky pink with dark, raised veins and a bead of moisture like a diamond at its quivering tip.

Rather than filling her with fear or revulsion, as Jack’s member had, Blake’s filled her with need. It was an extension of this gentle and desirable man. A part of him and what he had to offer. And she wanted it. Wanted him. Inside her.

A nudging at her back made her turn to Matt. He was as gorgeous as Blake. His skin as bronzed down to his waist then white where his flesh had not been exposed to the sun. His chest was hairless but at his groin, the curls were as golden blond as her own. His impressive erection stood to attention, as thick and hard as Blake’s.

They both wanted her. She hugged herself tight inside.

Matt pulled her into his arms and laid her down on the bed facing him. He kissed her softly at first but his kisses grew harder as he pulled her body against his own. His cock nudged at the front of her shift, pushing the thin material between her legs. All of her inhibitions drifted away as she gave in to the need and longing that pulsed through her core.

She had denied herself so much for what felt like a lifetime. Been afraid and numb for an eternity. But finally, she was free. Finally, she was beginning to open up, to surrender to what she wanted.

Behind her, Blake had begun to edge her shift up her legs. He kissed each patch of newly revealed skin. He got to her bottom and kissed the cheeks. It tickled and Grace wriggled on the bed, causing Matt to grind into her even harder. His cock slipped through the folds of her shift and between the wet folds of her sex, sliding around in her damp heat. She groaned, desperate to feel him pushing into her further so that he entered her body completely.

Her shift was up to her lower back now. And still Blake kissed her.

In front of her, Matt also lifted the material, exposing her pussy, her belly, her pert little breasts with their hard fuchsia nubs. Matt moved down her body and began to suckle her nipples, pulling them into his mouth in turn until she panted with need. All the times that Jack had taken her, he’d never stirred her like this. His hands on her breasts had been cruel and he had made her flesh crawl. Matt’s caresses made her want to scream with need.

At the same time he ran a hand down between her legs, pushing between her wet silken lips and rubbing at her swollen bud. She moved with his knowing hand, up and down, round and round. She pulled his head closer to her breasts, losing herself in pleasure.

 

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