Wicked Flower by Carlene Love Flores


Hi Lea! Hi Lea’s friends.

Coming to Lea’s is like meeting up with a kindred spirit. We’ve got a lot in common when it comes to a love of music, rock stars and books and it’s always a pleasure to get to spend the day here. Last time I visited, I brought the Sin Pointe Novel free read, Touch of Sin. I can’t believe it’s been five months since then! Time flies when you’re fantasizing about the boys in the band, right Lea? The book I’ve brought today is the fifth story in my rock star romance series. Wicked Flower is all about the band’s naughty lead singing bass player, Stefan Calderon. To celebrate its release as well as the series as a whole, I got the idea to share some of my favorite “Stefan Moments” from the books at each blog tour stop. Today’s comes from Book 2, Sin’s Flower. It’s always interesting when I get Jaxon and Stefan in the same room. Here, Jaxon sees nothing funny about sharing Lily with Stefan, but he quickly remembers why he and his bandmate are such good friends. Through thick and thin and really bad songs, as the saying goes. From Sin’s Flower

Jaxon was busy thinking about how Stefan had just saved his butt again with the miraculous perfect timing of his showing up when Stefan managed to bring him back to the real world where nothing they ever did involving a girl could be considered good. “She’s cute. Spicy red heads are my specialty though.”

“She’s a no-no.”

“A no-no for me or for you?”

“Next,” Jaxon said with a knife sharp tone.

Stefan made a smacking sound. “Fine. So hey, I, uh. I wanted to make a suggestion.”

Stefan’s suggestions were always worth a listen especially when Jaxon needed a laugh. But his band mate and dear friend was all clenched up looking. Ah shit, he better not be here to get all “let me help you past that fucking night” again.

“What?” Jaxon asked through a squinted eye.

“Shit. I don’t want to say this, but the songs you’re bringing to rehearsals, man, they’re…”

“They’re bad.”

“Yeah dude, they’re pretty bad. That’s why the guys and I think you should take a break. Get out and see some different stuff. Find a new muse. Or…”


“Well, the rest of us agreed to step up to the plate. Will scribbled out a few workable lyrics the other night. I think he’s still pretty haunted by Honey but it could make for a good song or two. I mean shit, I could even give it a try. Girls like songs about sex.” Stefan’s gaze drifted off to someplace else.


And here is the Wicked Flower blurb:

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Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.

Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.

That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.

It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.


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Carlene Love

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC), Romance Writers of America and the Waterworld Mermaids. Carlene currently lives in the San Diego area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.


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Getting a Raise by Tamsin Baker

Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today!

I’m super excited about my first real Evernight release of the year.

A short m/m that I just adored writing and hope you guys enjoy it too.



Nick is the most beautiful, successful, amazing man—just ask his executive assistant Tayte.

Tayte’s been in love with his boss from the moment he set eyes on him. But two years working with him and Tayte isn’t even sure Nick is gay.

But it’s time for his contract evaluation and Nick wants to give Tayte more than just a raise.



“Hey, Tayte.”

The insipid voice of Connor Turner bounced into Tayte’s brain and he suppressed the shudder that rose. He lifted his gaze and took in the spectrum of color before him.

“Hey, Connor.”

Connor, who was the assistant of Greg Scholl, the man just beneath Nick on the totem pole, flounced up and rested his hip on Tayte’s desk.

“So… found out if Nick is gay yet?”

Tayte forced a smile to his lips and sat up straighter in his chair. He didn’t know, much to his chagrin. Even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be announcing it to the biggest gossip in the building.

“Not my business, Connor.”

Connor laughed and winked. “I’ll take that as a no. You know, they say Nick only wants male assistants because he has a super jealous wife at home who can’t handle the idea of him having a hot secretary.”

Tayte inhaled sharply through his nose and turned his smile up a notch.

“I haven’t encountered a wife, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”

And it was true. Tayte hadn’t encountered any wives, girlfriends, no significant other at all. However, that didn’t mean anything, since Nick received a lot of calls on his cell, but after two years, Tayte was starting to think Nick was single.

But Hetero or Homo? That was the million dollar question.

“I have heaps of work to do, Connor, and I’m sure you do too.”

Connor giggled and stepped back, his hips swinging as he moved back toward the lift.

“Oh, I’ve been working since sunrise. You know how it is.” He winked and laughed, turning away without waiting for Tayte to respond.

“No, but you certainly do.” Tayte answered anyway, grinding his teeth in frustration for a minute. He hated those sorts of guys. He didn’t mind effeminate gay men. Hell, he’d fucked more than his fair share of them over the years. But guys that deliberately acted ‘gay’ when it wasn’t their natural disposition just pissed him off. Not to mention how much men, and women for that matter, who slept their way to the top, and Connor was a prime example of that, really grated on his nerves.

“Well, you can get in line behind me if you want Nick, Connor, because I’m not moving.” Tayte muttered to himself and scanned over his list of daily jobs. Wow. Lucky Nick was out of the office today, or he’d never get all that done.

He worked all afternoon, not stopping when everyone else left at five. He really should go home, but what was waiting for him there? Two idiotic housemates and a pile of dirty washing.

“You could actually go out. Get laid.” He muttered to himself once again, furious he wasn’t excited about another one-night stand.

But how could he be? Ten minutes with some random guy? Yuck, he’d had enough of that sort of life.

“You could, I’m sure.” Nick’s voice boomed through the foyer and Tayte cried out as shock had him jumping back from his desk, his heart leaping into his throat before settling to pound against his rib cage as he looked up at his boss.

“Fuck, you scared me.”

Nick walked closer, pulling at his tie and letting it hang on his shirt in a casual way.

“Why are you still here, Tayte? You’re young and beautiful. You should be out getting your cock sucked by some lovely little thing.”

Heat flowed up into Tayte’s cheeks and he glanced down at his computer, quickly shutting down all the open programs. He’d never heard Nick speak like that, and the crude words were turning him on in a shameful way. Nothing better than a man who could talk dirty.

“Ah, well, I had to finish a few things and I, ah, l…lost track of time. I’ll g…get out of your way and h…head home now though.”

Tayte was stuttering, but he couldn’t help it. He was as embarrassed as the day his mother had found him jerking off in the bathroom when he was fifteen.

“Don’t rush, if you don’t have to go. Stay.”


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As Midnight Loves the Moon by Beth D. Carter

Thank you so much for hosting me!  “As Midnight Loves the Moon” went through many incarnations before becoming a MMF story.  I had originally written it without Daphne, as a straight MM story and no sex, but it sat for a long time because something was missing…until I thought about adding a human girl into the mix, and then my poor dying heroine popped into my head.  After that, well, who doesn’t think of sex and vampires?  It’s almost symbolic, as the fang slides in so does his throbbing member.

Okay, sorry for the purple prose!  LOL!

I’ve also gotten a lot of compliments to the title.  I must admit, I didn’t dream of this all on my own.  One of my favorite campy movies from the 80’s was “The Pirate Movie” with Christopher Atkins and Kristy McNichol.  In the movie, Frederic (Atkins) asks Mabel (McNichol) “Mabel, do you love me?”  And she replies, “As midnight loves the moon.”  I’ve always loved that line.




Wayde Wallace is a vampire.  He’s been alone for a long time, until he smells the sunshine scent of a woman and finds Daphne Sabella.  Her blood smells intoxicating until he catches the stench of sickness upon her and realizes Daphne is dying.

Alexander Malden is a Shade cop sent to patrol the supernaturals who lives among humans.  A rogue vampire is killing women and he thinks Wayde is the monster because only a trickster can make him feel such lust and longing.

To prove his innocence, Wayde goes out to find the real rogue vampire and Alex can’t help but follow because the mating bond has already settled between them.  And when they believe they can finally help Daphne, she’s become the next victim.  Now they must rescue her and turn her before her heart gives out.



Wayde looked behind Alex and noticed their conversation had gathered a few watchers. His gaze flickered back up to the handsome cop. “I suggest you sit down,” he said softly. “We’re attracting human notice.”

Alex glanced over his shoulder, probably to double check he told the truth, and slid into the booth, staring at him and carefully keeping out of his reach. “You think by distracting me in a bar, I won’t kill you?”

“You’re so bloodthirsty. Again, I ask you, why do you want to kill me? I’m not your rogue vampire.”

Alex’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “Right.”

“I’m not,” he stressed. “I’m a bookstore owner. I deal in extremely rare books, usually pre-Gutenberg printing press, although I never turn down a book in excellent condition from around 1040 to the mid-1800’s. Beer?”

“No,” Alex answered with a low growl. “Listen, you tried to kill me yesterday—”

“You attacked me,” Wayde interrupted. He pushed his beer aside and kept his eyes steady on the warrior in front of him. “And if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. As you learned last night, I am able to hold my own.”

“I’ve come better prepared.” Alex opened his jacket a little more to show his gun.

“Ah. Your master plan is to take me out back and shoot me?”

“Of course. Your suggestion, remember?”

“Of all the things I said last night, that’s what stood out?” Wayde chuckled. “Listen, I have your sword at my shop. You can stop by anytime to pick it up.”

“I don’t actually plan for you to be alive for much longer.”

“Then I beg to differ,” he replied. “Have you ever killed a vampire before?”

He saw the answer before Alex muttered “no.”

He shifted forward in his seat, leaning toward Alex, who stiffened at the gesture. Then he focused on Alex, blocking out everything around them. The noise, the smell, the crackle of vinyl seats all faded as he called forth his hunger. It rose sharply, like it always did, waiting eagerly to be sated. It was heat and power and magic, all rolled together, bursting forth like an invisible web. And as soon as he captured Alex’s eyes with his own, he knew he had the man.

“I want you,” he murmured, weaving his spell. He knew that his voice took on a husky timber, that his eyes blazed with blue fire, and that his pheromones heated up. “Do you want me too, Alex?”


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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things.  I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand.  I am a mom to an amazing little boy.  I’m surrounded by friends and family.  I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one.  My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming).  I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form.  And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my e-reader, whom I’ve named Ruby.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: https://twitter.com/BethDCarter




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Intimate Danger! A book release, a giveaway, and a deviant mind

My bestest friend, co-writer and mentor, the superbly talented author D.C. Stone, had her fourth book published by Evernight on June 11. I’ve had the privilege of following all her efforts from the start and learning a ton about the publishing world in the process.

Way to go, sis – I’m so happy for you!


When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.

A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her.

While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.

Intimate Danger 4


Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.

“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.

He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.

Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.

“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.

She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”

The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.

“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”

Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.

Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.

“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.

“Umm, a case.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.

Resigned, he let out a breath.

“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”

Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning in to him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.

His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.

“Well, Agent Rossi.”

Lean forward a little more, please.

“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”

The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.

He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.

She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”

He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.

The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez. How can I help you, Agent Rossi?”

The noisemaker behind him snorted out a laugh.



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DC Stone

D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head.  Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

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“If you caught a stranger in your bedroom with his hands in your lingerie drawer, what would you do?”




Lea Bronsen: As a writer of noirish crime, suspense and thriller, I tend to be more interested in the dark side of a book than the usual superhero/heroine fighting for justice, chasing love, and going on impossible missions to save the world.

For some reason a shrink would no doubt like to take a closer look at, criminals intrigue me. The more perverted, deviant, and dangerous they are, the more I am drawn, like a tick to blood. I want to understand them and learn to know who they are inside, what has forged them, how their needs were developed, how the mechanisms of their minds work, and how far they are willing to push their luck in a never-ending hunt to sate their urges…

Early on, the perpetrator in ‘Intimate Danger’ caught my interest, and Ms. Stone did such a fine job in conveying his twisted perspective, I had to ask to meet him. By means and at a location I have promised not to share with our readers, I’ve been granted the most incredible opportunity to speak with him for a few minutes. So here goes…


The mysterious guy sits in the shadow of a corner, his features almost invisible. A pair of disturbingly sharp eyes reflecting low light from the adjacent room sets on me in a quiet, scrutinizing gaze.

“Hi,” I start, and clear my throat.

Why should I be impressed? There have been reports of strange noises, an unexplainable presence, missing lingerie… nothing truly menacing, right?

He gives no reaction, not even a small nod of acknowledgement.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk to me,” I continue. “I understand you prefer to stay anonymous. A great number of people out there finds you utterly fascinating, and since little about you is revealed in the book, I’m going to ask a few private questions. I hope that’s okay with you.”

He blinks once, slowly, his chest heaving.

I tap on my notepad. “All right. First off, how was your childhood, how would you describe yourself as a child, and how was growing up as a teenager?”

He shifts back in the seat and crosses his arms. “I would say my childhood was fine, more than fine. Perfectly actually. I really don’t see the fascination with how I was as a child. Would this be a question you’re comfortable with? Perhaps we should talk about how you think my childhood was, hmmmm?”

His cold scrutiny roams from my shoulders and chest to the clenched hands in my lap, as if undressing me layer by layer, baring me. A shiver runs up my spine, but I won’t let him destabilize me.

“Well,” I reply. “How about your relationship to the girls and women of your family? Did you have a favorite one, and if so, what was special about her?”

“My mother was the only woman I needed. She’s a saint.” He pauses and shifts almost uncomfortably. “She had the body of a goddess and the mind of an angel. Really, there’s nothing more to tell.”

“The body of a goddess?” I repeat with a low voice, nodding. He’s giving me what I want. Forbidden images flash before my eyes, but the hardening of his look tells me not to delve into the matter. “And her relationship to your father? How would you characterize their dynamics?”

“My father wasn’t around. There were men.” He tightens his mouth. “Lots of men, but mostly there was just my mother and myself.”

The mother again. I’m bombarded with questions worthy of Freud’s admiration, but Ms. Stone warned me to tread carefully.

With a glance at my notepad, I suppress my curiosity and move on to the next question. “How do you see women in general? As equal individuals with equal rights, mere objects of sexual interest, or do you easily fall in love and want them to feel the same about you?”

“Women are just as intriguing as a man could be. There’s nothing that makes them stand out to me. Sure, love could come. And sure, the ladies are more than a handful at times. But I really prefer the more…secretive musings of what a woman has to offer, if you catch my drift.”

I do, I do. That is precisely why we are here. Which leads me to the next subject, a revealing one at that, if he chooses to reply truthfully.

Eyeing him, I deliver the bomb. “Do you believe some women deserve to be punished?”

“I don’t think women deserve to be punished, per se. Just sometimes,” he says and trails off, trying to think about how to properly word his response. “Sometimes things happen that allow the inevitable. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it.”

I guess not, which makes it all that more intriguing…

On to another subject. “Do you enjoy giving a woman sexual pleasure, or do you prefer that she pleases you?”

“What is it with your fascination with women and me?” He huffs and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “If I must answer, and from the time I would have to spend elsewhere, I think I do, I would say that a woman giving me sexual pleasure is nothing like what you can imagine.”

“Have you ever bought or considered buying women’s lingerie for yourself?”

“I think lingerie on a woman or man could have its intended effects.” He shrugs.

“When you do that thing of yours, peeping on women in their own home, what do you find the most arousing? The fabric, scent, look etc. of their lingerie? The fact that the clothes were worn by females? Stealing someone’s personal belongings? Knowing you’re smart enough to get away with it? Or is it knowing the women are so close you could reach out and touch them?”

My heart beats a little faster. I know I’m getting nearer.

He raises his hands to settle down the questions and then gives a sly glance at Lea. He can’t quite figure out what she’s after, or if she’s just as excited at the prospect of discovering as he is. “Like I’ve said, women’s underthings could be used for either sex in a matter of various situations.” He leans forward and rests his forearms on the table, ignoring the clink of silver. “Have you ever felt the brush of silk against your skin and not shivered? Or the feel of lace scratching across your breast and not gone damp? Have you ever adorned another’s clothing and wondered if your parts are matching up as theirs were in the same cloth? If you haven’t, I tell you, you’re missing out.”

His sudden closeness, for the first time revealing a strong, manly face in the light, just about unbalances me. Not to mention his insinuations and the low, almost sweet tone of his voice. Damn him. The only way to escape his hold is to remind myself I’m the one asking the questions, not the other way around.

“Right. So what do you do with the lingerie you bring home? Wear them, sleep with them, or keep them in a special drawer?”

He tilts his head, considering her, wondering just what might have happened had he not been stopped. Brushing the thought aside he says, “Each treasure gifted to me was kept as obtained. Cherished as needed, and handled with care.”

I give a faint nod, measuring the poetry of his words. I shouldn’t be surprised. It has been proven; deviant minds can have a high level of perception and sensitivity and be acutely intelligent. It must be very lonely, though. “Do you have an accomplice? Have you ever told anyone about your lingerie fetishism?”

He shakes his head. “Mm hmm, right. No accomplice, but yes, my mother knew my preferences well. And no,” he says and lifts a hand, “I will not tell you more on that subject.”

I shrug. We can all easily imagine the things he’s not willing to tell. I glance at my notepad and underline the next question. “Do you consider yourself a normal person? Is there even such a thing as a ‘normal person?”

“I do think, Ms. Bronsen, you answered that question yourself, did you not?”

I may have, but I wanted him to develop that idea a little for me. Well, on to the next. “If you could have anything you wanted, right now, what would it be?”

“Freedom to be who I want to be.”

…But who exactly does he want to be? From the glow of perversion in his eyes, I’m not sure I should ask. Let’s try a different approach. “And how would you describe yourself with a few words?”

He tilts his head. “Interesting is about the only thing I would say.”

Hard to argue with that… I nod. “Okay, and lastly, what would be a life accomplishment for you?”

He eyes her over the table and fights the desire to stretch across and feel the skin of her neck under his palms. He answers truthfully, and from the heart. “Getting away with it.”

Aaaaah… I stare in awe, ignoring the crawling feel of his gleaming eyes on my skin. He did it. Gave me the punch line I was hoping for. “Thank you, um, mister…”

He leans back into the shadow again, his eyes the sole dots of luminosity in the dark corner. A tap on the open door behind me says my time is up. And so I’m up, on shaking legs and with my traitorous heart beating slightly out of tune.


The Mating Project by Doris O’Connor

Thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m incredibly excited to be sharing Maria’s story with you. I knew I had to write her story from the minute we meet her in book one of the Projects Series, The Orgasm Project. In that book she sets up her best friend with her brothers. In book two of the series, The Bear Project, she is there for her human work colleague Emmi, when she comes back from holiday mated to a bear shifter, and we get the first glimpse at Maria’s complicated love life.


“Oh, no,” Emmi said. “You’re not getting out of this so easily. Spill, Maria, what in hell is going on? You made it sound like some sort of dire emergency on the phone, so I drag myself here on my day off, and then you turn up half an hour late, and looking as though you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.” Emmi stopped and properly looked at her friend. “And you were wearing those clothes yesterday. I knew it, you’re seeing someone! Who is he?”

She had to be. Maria was always perfectly turned out, and she’d never wear the same clothes twice in a row, and she had sounded desperate on the phone.

Emmi crossed her arms and glared at Maria, and she squirmed.

“Them, actually, but you can’t tell anyone, promise me, please.”

“Two?” Emmi laughed. She couldn’t help it. Here she was on the verge of combusting with sexual frustration, and Maria had snared herself two guys. “What is it with your family and threesomes?”

Maria paled, and something in her intense blue gaze told Emmi that all was not well here.

“Promise me, Emmi, you mustn’t tell a soul. Not Anastasia or my brothers and certainly not Cole. Promise!”


Yes, it’s complicated, and dangerous, and Maria and her men break all the rules.

I recall my editor telling me in no uncertain terms that I’d better be writing Maria’s story next, when she read that bit in The Bear Project.


So, this is it. Maria gets her men…or does she?

You’ll have to read the book to find out. 🙂



Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…

Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.

Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.

And that damn wolf—yeah he’s back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What’s a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex


Adult Excerpt:

Maria couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, and she yanked on her restraints, the longer the two of them just stood there watching her through hooded lids.

Relax, little cat. Let us take care of you, and we’ll deal with the rest of the world tomorrow, or next week.

Silas winked at her, and Maria’s agitated cat calmed down. In fact the animal bowed her head in submission and hissed her approval when Malachi pulled his tee over his head. Her throat went dry taking in the hair roughened expanse of his chest and the force of his erection straining his jeans. Silas, too, shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs in one impatient move. His magnificent cock bounced up to his navel, and Maria whimpered when he took himself in hand and stroked along his impressive girth. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the slow movement of that hand. Not even when Malachi tore her dress off her with one abrupt flick of his clawed hands.

Cool air fluttered across her exposed skin, and her breasts grew heavy as her nipples tried their best to punch through the lace of her bra. The bed dipped again when Malachi knelt next to her and with a few well-placed flicks of his claws cut away their lacy covering. He continued a downward path of pleasuring pain toward her mound, using just enough force to leave a red trail behind. The slow slide and drag of those razor-sharp nails of his caused her whole body to tense, as sensations bombarded her. More of her juices gushed out of her as her pussy clenched in desperate need to be filled, and her hips pushed up when he circled her clit with his claw, lazy, incredibly slow circles that had her panting and undulating her hips in an effort to increase the pressure to that little swollen nubbin.

“Lie still, princess, or so help me I’ll leave you hanging.” Malachi’s hot hand landed on her belly and pushed her hips back down on the bed at the same time as Silas stepped close enough for Malachi to grasp hold of his cock. The action meant he abandoned Maria’s needy clit, and she whimpered when he licked away the bead of pre-cum that had appeared on Silas’s dick.

“Fuck, yes.” Silas hissed the words as Malachi took all of his lover’s dick in his mouth and fondled his balls with one hand. The other still held her hips down, and Maria bit her lip as arousal fizzed through her veins. She wanted to come so badly, and she was so damn close that the slight wafts of air, created by Malachi bobbing his head up and down on Silas’s cock made her clit contract with need.

Silas fisted his hands in Malachi’s hair and fucked his mouth with an urgency and brutal need that he’d never displayed with her. She tore her gaze away from the sight of Malachi’s lips stretched across Silas’s dick to find Silas’s gaze riveted between her thighs.

Maria whimpered at the heat of that gaze, until Silas pulled away from Malachi and knelt next to her head instead.

Grasping his dick, slick with Malachi’s saliva, he ran it across her bottom lip, and Maria opened her mouth eagerly to take in as much as he could. Silas kept his hand on the base of his shaft to stop her from choking on his length, and she shot him a grateful look, as he started to fuck her mouth. The taste of him mixed in with Malachi’s earthy scent, and she swallowed the first spurts of his cum down.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Malachi’s words sounded strained and slightly distorted as though he was more wolf than man right now, and Silas fucked her faster. One hand wrapped in her hair as he held her head at just the right angle to serve his needs, and the knowledge that he used her to his ends, had her grow even wetter. The rip of fabric as her underwear tore made her shudder, and there was the swipe of Malachi’s rough tongue, and her body tensed. His claws dug into her ass as he lifted her up to give himself better access to her drenched core, and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

Malachi chuckled into her pussy and then stepped up his efforts as Silas pulled out of her mouth and his hot cum splashed over her breasts.

Maria was too far gone to care, because Malachi now pushed two fingers into her channel, and finding her sweet spot in record time sent her over the edge twice more.

By the time she could draw air into her lungs, Silas was removing her leg shackles and Malachi had rid himself of his trousers. His cock was just as thick, if not thicker than Silas’s. It wasn’t quite as long, and the head of his dick looked swollen and purple, the balls drawn up tight to his body as though he was barely holding in his cum.

Malachi’s stubble glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and when he bent to devour her mouth his with his, she tasted herself in with him. It pitched her need for him sky high again, despite her earlier orgasms, and she pleaded with him in between kisses.

“Please, please…”

He pulled away and with a wicked grin bent down to lick the sticky evidence of Silas’s cum of her breasts. Silas joined him on the other side, and the dual sensations sent her clit and pussy into overdrive. There was something so dirty and yet terribly arousing in the act, and when both men bit down on one erect nipple each, another orgasm ripped through her.


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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Touch of Sin by Carlene Love Flores

You know what the Sin Pointe guys and I love about being on blog tour? Getting to see all the cool cyber homes of our hostesses! Lea, your place is gorgeous and my rocker boys feel right at home. So big hugs from me and kisses from the guys at having us here with you today. I hope everyone enjoys this little bit of sexy sinfulness from the first official Sin Pointe Novel Free Read, Touch of Sin! If you’d like more time with Luke, just download your copy at the bottom of the post! Enjoy my friends, and happy reading! Love stories rock! Xoxoxo, Carlene 



Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel Free Read) Blurb:

Lonerby guitarist Luke Willoughby and his band are under tight scrutiny since a press conference was ruined by a band member’s sudden vomiting attack. They’ve been suspended from the Sin Pointe tour and Luke fears they’ve blown it for good. The last thing he expects is the cute management spy sent to observe him.

No-nonsense Sarrie Walker knows exactly what she’s there to do, and makes no secret of it. Luke is impressed—and powerfully attracted to Sarrie’s strong and sexy innocence. When they end up stuck together in close quarters, Sarrie becomes dangerously irresistible—and very much off-limits. Does she hold Luke’s second chance? And if he gives in to her powerful allure, what happens to his heart? 



Sarrie stepped carefully and mostly on tip toes out of the tiny, grime grouted shower. She’d had to waste one of their two usable towels for a floor mat and made sure to land on it.

The good news was that she no longer teetered on what she’d tell Mr. Keller when they made it to D.C.

Noah was sick and while he’d managed himself at these smaller gigs, he didn’t belong on a massive, nationwide Sin Pointe tour. She tried to picture him night after night and the binge drinking sessions. It hurt her heart to think of it but worse than that was picturing the landslide of sleepless nights Luke would have to suffer through caring for him. Sure, they might all hate her as a consequence, but that’s why it was called tough love. The truth hurt at first. And sometimes for a very long time after. But at least the person would be alive.

She grabbed for the towel she’d left on the toilet seat and found a loosely folded bunch of clothes. Not hers because they were too big and, she pulled the shirt to her nose, they smelled like Luke. “Mmmm.”

Her eyes popped open so wide she felt her lashes touch her brow bone. Yes, she’d just sighed at a man’s smell. It was a first. Maybe it was because her decision no longer hung over her head, but she could get lost in the fact she held the shirt he’d played in. She inhaled and the smell brought back visions of him serving as master of his guitar and the beads of sweat that had dotted his forehead, the one that hung from his nose, and the slick mass that had wet his chest hairs showing through the top of his V neck shirt. He’d been so lost in the music that he hadn’t seen her staring or cared about the sweat. She’d noticed more than she realized and had to stop and breathe through what that meant.

“So that’s it, Sarrie? You’re going there now?” she whispered to herself. “Unbelievable.”

Why shouldn’t she?

Because she’d never had these feelings for a man before? Because the two days she’d known Luke were clearly not long enough and she was here to study him, not fall into a foolish one-sided infatuation? Or was it that his life situation was too close a reminder of the one she’d finally saved herself and her father from? The heaviness of all those truths bowed her shoulders inward and down.

He’s gonna be dealing with Noah’s addiction for a long time to come, especially if he can’t stand to see his baby brother suffer. That’s what enablers did. She knew because she’d watched her mom tiptoe around her dad until the day Mom just didn’t come home.

Plopping down on the toilet seat, she bundled Luke’s jeans together with his shirt and hugged them. A sock fell from the pile. She found its match and could have cried at his selflessness. He was a good guy and he had a ton of hurt coming his way. For a second, she forgot where she was and nearly let her head fall back against the dingy bathroom wall.

Cold air leaking through the thin motel walls made her shiver. So did the thought of wearing Luke’s clothes. But after she made sure to dry off with the one towel, she pulled on her old panties and bra and then his jeans, which nearly fell right back down, and then slipped his V neck shirt over her head. The baggy look reminded her of the girls from TLC, but not one single day in her life had she ever felt crazy, sexy or cool. Well, maybe she could identify with the crazy part. Completely foreign to her was the thought of what Luke would think. And then she had an altogether more shocking thought. If his clothes were in here, what was he wearing?

Hot gusts of air puffed out from her lungs until she managed to calm them down. But all she could really think about were bare, strong shoulders and more than just the tiny glimpses she’d gotten of his chest in the V cut shirt she currently wore. She needed a drink of water. Badly. She wiggled her toes in his giant socks.

A Bit About Carlene:

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC). Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.


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Ready for a rock love scene?


Thanks for stopping by on Evernight’s Love Scene blog hop. We have fabulous prizes at over 40 author blogs and a really sweet Grand Prize!

While you’re here, enjoy a steamy scene from my erotic contemporary romance My Biggest Fan.

Raunchy, handsome rock star Shawn Torien from the groove rock band Bloodless never thought he’d fall for a woman. Then came one that rocked his heart harder than any music he ever played. Read what happens when he realizes his bad boy behavior is about to cost him… love.


The door opens. Baffled, I gasp. I can’t believe my luck. It’s her, standing there with an insecure look in her gorgeous brown eyes, showing me in. In the next second, the door closes.

I wrap my arms around her, press her hard against me, bury my face in her warm, pulsating neck, and inhale. I want to apologize, but can’t find the words. Me, the songwriter, the big-mouthed, cocky ass!

Ass-hole, yeah. I close my eyes in shame. How can I believe—

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “I know you, Shawn. I’ve always known who you are.”

She lifts gentle hands to my head and caresses my hair. With the movement, her lovely tits point against my chest, and I want to fondle them and roll their hard nipples between my fingers.

Patience, man!

With a whine deep in my throat, I push her backward until she meets a commode. I grope her firm butt, run my hands up her thighs to her slim waist. What perfect curves! She’s so warm and welcoming, I want to be hard and sink inside her. I want her to take away the pain.

But what if she refuses me again? I can’t take that. I have to have her, will fight to have her.

I’m choking. “Sami, baby, I need you.”

I move my hands up to her face and pull her to me, find her full lips and kiss them. She lets me. No, wait, she kisses me back, nibbles my lower lip, gives it small bites.

Encouraged, I push my tongue in-between her lips. Her sweet tongue meets mine, rolls around it, sucks me in. I explore her delicious mouth and taste her. My whole body tingles with need, and my cock presses against the zipper of my pants.

“You were right,” she purrs. “I’ve always wanted this.”

Images from our fight flash in my mind, and I wince. “I never considered you a groupie, Sam.”

“I know, I didn’t mean it. I was…emotional. So many years of dreaming, and then suddenly it happened…”

“And I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I croak. There, I’ve apologized.

With a moan building deep in my throat, I unbutton her pants, pull them down with her panties, and lift her to sit on the commode. A scent of warm, sweet musk from her spread thighs tempts the hell out of me. I’m so hard I can’t wait.

“I want you inside,” she whines.

“Yeah.” I unzip my pants, pull down my briefs, and let my huge erection pop out. It jerks with lust between us. I find a condom and roll it on.

I don’t want to rush our first time. With slow, teasing moves, I grab my shaft and direct it to her hot entrance, poking the head between the lips before sliding it up to her clit, pushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, then down again, in the middle of her thick folds of flesh.

She gasps, puts her hands on my ass to dig her nails into my skin, and pulls me to her. She moves her inner thighs toward my groin and manages to press the tip of my cock inside. Juices moisturize her sweet tunnel, and before I know it, I’m plunging halfway in with a low groan, and then as far in as I can, filling her deeply.

The selfish part of me that ignores a chick’s need urges me to pound fast, but the other part that cares for Sam wants to wait for her to come with me. I take my time, glide in, pull back, and dive in again, rubbing her walls with long, regular movements, trying to stroke her G-spot with my shaft.

She exclaims, “I love you!”

I don’t know what to reply. Is that what I feel for her? I’ve never known what love is like.

She mews in tune with my rhythmic thrusts and squeezes my length with strong inner muscles. Our breathing picks up, presses our heaving chests against each other. Moist sounds and our groans fill the silence.

Driven by burning need, I slam harder and faster into her sweet pussy, to the deepest of her core and out again. I’m trying my best to hold out, but her inner massages drive me crazy.

Holy fucking shit, I’m coming! No way back. Burning heat erupts from my balls, rushes through my spasming cock, and I growl with each quick spurt of semen. Damn, it was over too fast.

Her pleading cries of need fill my ears. While continuing to bang her, I move a hand to her clit between us and roll the tiny knob of nerves—until she screams and her thighs jerk wildly against my groin.

Fuck, I’m done. I’m quivering, working to catch my breath. Eyes shiny, she melts against me and takes me back into her warm embrace.

I recover listening to her soft breathing, enjoying our intimacy. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay like this to the end of my days. She caresses my hair, my back. I can’t remember the last time a girl treated me like that. We’re so close! Heart to heart, breathing in tune.


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Featured author: Stacey Espino

I’m very pleased to welcome author Stacey Espino on the day of release of her latest western menage (MFM) romance Cowboys Mine.

Congratulations, Stacey! And what a hot cover it is:



Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble.

Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She’s their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family years ago and their mother suffers from a serious addiction. They never look at Eva with desire…until they spend a week alone with her in the city.

Everything changes when Eva and the cowboys realize just how deep their love for each other runs. Once their passion is unleashed, it’s impossible to contain. But can their unorthodox relationship last? Will sex ruin the friendship of a lifetime?


North was ready to brawl. In fact, he craved it like never before. Pain would be preferable to the ache in his heart. Somewhere along the line he began to see Eva as more than the sweet girl next door. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love.

What he didn’t understand was Colton’s sudden disinterest. Their feelings for Eva always mirrored each other’s. Half the time when he’d escape to the Ford house, Colton was already there. They’d come on the trip specifically to keep Eva out of trouble, but instead, his twin was turning a blind eye.

They ate dinner in silence. North watched the sky turn from blue to black, every darkening shade bringing his anxiety to a new level. She still wasn’t back. God knows what that cowboy was doing with little Eva. The thought of his filthy hands on her made his blood boil. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still with his imagination running wild.

He was just about to bolt from his seat when the door to the trailer opened. Cool air flooded the interior and the sound of Eva clearing her throat made every live wire inside him suddenly lose power. He exhaled a nervous breath, glad she was at least home safely.

“Told you I’d be back in one piece,” she said as she hung up her cardigan. “There’s no need to go hunting me down. Seriously.”

She started to climb up into the loft.

“Where’s lover boy?” asked North, no humor in his tone.

“His name is Wade, and he just dropped me off, like a perfect gentleman.”

“That why he had his lips all over you?” asked Colton. His brother was just as unimpressed, even though he’d condoned the behavior.

“Hush you!” Eva slipped under the covers.

“You haven’t eaten,” said North.

“Wade bought me dinner.”

He ground his teeth together, stifling a growl. The sound of that man’s name on Eva’s lips made him see red. If he never heard the name again it would be too soon.

They secured the trailer and turned out the lights before joining Eva in the bed. He tossed his shirt and lay down on his back, staring up at the low ceiling. She was already comfortable, obviously not feeling the volatile energy keeping him awake. He kept as far to his side as possible, the cold wall of the trailer chilling his arm. Every time she shifted in the bed, he tensed.

“I’m cold,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him. The heat of her body scorched his bare skin. In a matter of days, everything changed for him. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he wished he could go back to the way things were. Uncomplicated.

He tried to get away from her but he was trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping area. He held his breath as she ran her palm over his chest, over and over in small circles. Her touch had always been soothing—not so much anymore.

“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered against his neck. His eyes lolled back in his head. Even her fucking breath was sweet.

“Nothing. Go to sleep, Eva.”

“You’re acting weird, North. Is this because of Wade?”

He decided the cowboy was a safer topic than his changing feelings for her. “I don’t trust him.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t is all.” He rolled to his side and away from her. It didn’t feel right going to sleep on a sour note, but he couldn’t have this discussion now. Mrs. Ford was the one to teach him and Colton not to speak out of passion. It was always best to confront a person with a level head, after cooling off and replaying the events over in your head. He usually didn’t take the advice, but tonight felt like a good time to start.

“Will you two quiet down,” said Colton.

Eva pressed her body against his back. Why had he taken off his shirt? He needed layers between them—many, many layers.

“I know what I’m doing,” she said in a whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’d worry less if you spent more time with Bessie and Ruby than that drifter.”

“He’s not a drifter.”

“Why you defending him?” he asked. “You act like you’re already an item.”

She kissed his shoulder. “I just want you to be happy for me, North.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“It does. You’re the one who taught me how to rope a calf, and even though it took me weeks to learn, you never got impatient. You protected me when Jameson’s dogs got loose.” She ran her hand delicately down his arm, her fingers lingering over the raised scars on his forearm. “You bought me a corsage when no boy asked me to prom. Remember when the three of us danced in the rain that night? My dress was covered in mud.”

“I remember.”

“Well those are just examples of why I love you so much. It doesn’t feel right doing anything without your blessing.”

He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she wanted.


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First Annual Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards semi-finalists announced!

How exciting! Evernight Publishing is holding the Final Voting Process to their RCA for 2013, and My Biggest Fan made it to the semi-final in the category “May/December”. Also semi-finalist in the category “Hottest Bad Boy” is none other than groove rock star Shawn Torien! It’s a true honor to be nominated among so many talented authors.

Please leave your Final Votes here . Polls open until 30th Nov.

Thank you!!

Semi-Finalist MayDec

Semi-Finalist Hottest Bad Boy