AMAZING!! The Perfect Shoot nominated for Sizzling Read of 2014

I can hardly believe the news – Sizzling Hot Books reviewed 300 books this year, and, out of all of these, nominated my erotic interracial romance with 9 others for the “Sizzling Read of the Year” award!

If you enjoyed The perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine #1) and would like to give it your support, please go to http://sizzlinghotbooks.com/sizzling-read-of-the-year-2014/ and vote. Thank you in advance!!

theperfectshoot3

Advertisements

Mistletoe Ménage by Molly Ann Wishlade

MistletoeMénage-evernightpublishing2-3Drender

 

GENRE: Christmas Rubenesque Regency Romance

WORD COUNT: 21,260

PUBLISHER: Evernight Publishing

RELEASE DATE: 9th December 2014

unnamed (8)

BLURB:

It is 1816. Anne Blackburn is a voluptuous thirty-two year old widow. Due to her family inheritance and the fortune left to her by her husband, she is a wealthy woman, and she moves in the social circles of London’s upper class.

Anne has sworn never to marry again. However, she cannot help yearning to find out more about the pleasures of the flesh. Her deceased husband was more father than lover but she has felt passion once—before she married over six years ago.

Edward Moore loved Anne and proposed to her but when he left London to seek his father’s blessing, Anne was approached by Lord Moore’s lawyer who told her to forget Edward. If she refused, Edward would be disinherited. When Alfred Blackburn asked for her hand in marriage, Ann accepted to set Edward free.

Now there is an artist in London with a mysterious patron. Mr. Guy Harper provides the ladies he paints with certain erotic extras. When Anne commissions a portrait from him, she gets more than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams.

But will her mistletoe ménage become a painful humiliation or the stepping stone into her very own happy ever after?

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance Ebooks

 

TEASER EXCERPT:

“Where have you been?” Edward snapped as he sprang to his feet.

Guy laid his hat and jacket on the chair on top of Edward’s then offered a conciliatory smile. “I have begun to seduce her, as you wished.”

Edward stared at the younger man. His face was flushed and beautiful with youth and happiness, and his eyes sparkled silver-blue like the snow under the crisp winter sun. He reached out and caressed Guy’s cheek, rasping his thumbnail against the stubble on Guy’s skin.

“How was she?”

Guy glanced at his feet and cleared his throat.

“Guy?” Edward’s heart pounded hard beneath his white cotton shirt as an idea began to unfurl in his mind. “Guy?”

The artist met his gaze and smiled. “She is…as you described. Beautiful, cultured, well-mannered. Though she was also…”

“Tell me!” Edward was surprised at his own tone. He had sent Guy out to Anne, knowing she was a widow now. She had been widowed eighteen months, in fact, but he’d been abroad when her husband had passed, and only returned six months since with Guy in his employ. As a widow, previously married to a much older man, Edward hoped she would now be ripe for the picking. All his memories of Anne were of a tender, voluptuous, sensual woman ready for marriage and mating. He had held back from taking her during their courtship in spite of his burning desire to make her his as soon as possible. He had been prepared to wait until they were safely wed before he bedded her, but then she had given herself to another. A fat, greasy businessman who was surely no match for her elegance and beauty. Yes, it was true that she had no family name to match his own, but he had not cared a jot for that. After seeing his parents’ loveless marriage, Edward had harbored no intentions of marrying for money and social connections. Perhaps he had been a romantic, a dreamer, a fool. Yes…he had been a fool because he had believed that she loved him as much as he loved her. She had broken his heart in two.

As he would hers. With Guy’s assistance.

“I went to her home as agreed, Edward. It didn’t take much to encourage her to allow me to sketch her.” Guy didn’t finish his sentence but Edward knew what he meant. Anne had allowed the artist to see her naked, in all her milky-white-skinned beauty as he had longed to do. Well, he would see her thus. And soon. But it might take one or two more visits from Guy first.

“But you did not…”

Guy shook his head. “No I did not take her fully. I kissed her and caressed her and tasted her. She really has the sweetest flavor, like honey-cake and madeira wine.” Guy licked his lips and Edward pulled him into his arms and kissed him hard. He pressed his tongue between Guy’s teeth and plundered the younger man’s mouth, desperate to find some trace of Anne. Guy responded to him, running his hands down over Edward’s behind, and squeezing his firm cheeks until Edward knew that they’d continue this until they were both spent.

Edward pulled away and stared into Guy’s eyes. “Will she surrender? Do you really believe she will?”

Something flashed across Guy’s face and Edward wondered at it for a moment. Was it guilt? Regret?

“I believe that she will, Edward. I truly believe that. She is lonely and needy. I don’t think she has been loved as a woman should. She is not like the others.” His golden eyebrows met above his aquiline nose as he frowned. “They are grasping, clawing, and it’s all about them. But Anne Blackburn, she responded so sweetly and so tenderly that it was hard to leave her. The others I could not wait to escape from once I had attended to their needs but with Anne…”

Edward swallowed hard. He could see in Guy that same affection growing for Anne that he had once felt. Was it because Guy was his lover and they were in some way similar in their tastes? Guy did not usually lust after women. He had lain with women of the ton for Edward’s sake so that his plan would work, but when they took a woman together it was Edward who desired the female presence most. Guy just seemed to go through the experience to please his patron. So Edward was surprised that Guy actually seemed to be attracted to Anne. Yet he should not be, because she truly was beautiful in an innocent yet worldly way. She was a walking oxymoron of naïve experience and virtuous passion—a spring waiting to be tapped like the one in Bath which offered restorative properties and improved health to those who drank from it. Would Edward’s mind and body improve under Anne’s tender ministrations? Lord knew that he had not been right since he lost her. He had never again experienced that same joy and hope that she had given him during their brief courtship. And though he knew that he wanted to hurt her, he also knew that a life without her in it would be a dull life indeed. But crush her he would to avenge himself for the way she had torn his heart and life to shreds.

“Undress, Guy.” Edward pulled off his own clothes and watched as his lover did the same. When they were both naked, Edward pulled Guy to him and kissed him again, this time more tenderly than before. Guy ground his hips into Edward so that their erections met and their mutual arousal intensified.

Edward reached around his lover and slipped his finger between the artist’s tight buttocks, sliding it into the tight heat that he longed to penetrate with his cock. Guy gasped against Edward’s mouth. “Let me suck you first.”

“Yes.” Edward allowed Guy to lower him to the bed, then he surrendered to the hot mouth and tongue of his lover, his pleasure all the sweeter because he knew that the very same lips had so recently caressed the woman he loved.

 

MOLLY’S LINKS:

Blog: http://misswishlade.wordpress.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MissWishlade

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mollyann.wishlade

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/19556829-molly-wishlade

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

 

AUTHOR BIO:

Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. She regularly indulges her love of romance and passion by getting lost in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists. When not reading, she’s busy with her current WIP, usually her next highly erotic tale about sexy and saucy cowboys and their lady loves – and sometimes their gorgeous male lovers too.

She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of vivid characters, relationships and worlds.
She loves to hear from readers.

 

A Fairy Tale Romance by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to your blog today with my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘A Fairy Tale Romance’

The story is contemporary, fantasy romance. It’s set along the coast in the sumptuous Mediterranean, and bathed in warmth, which I felt was a fitting venue to contrast with the stark misery of my hero’s predicament.

The story is modelled on old fairy story motifs, where there is a fairy godmother style character, a prince and a princess. I so enjoyed writing this story because Thorn Valmont, my hero, is such a lovely, romantic man and deserves to be freed from the curse that befalls him. This is a sizzler of a story with erotic love scenes and threads of fairy tale mystery as we wonder what has happened to Thorn and how he’ll escape his lonely life.

fairytaleromance1l

When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.

Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.

Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

AFairyTaleRomance-evernight-banner

Read an excerpt:

The memory of the young woman’s long slim legs and firm thighs filled his head as he walked home. He imagined caressing her. He would trail his fingertips up the back of her thighs to tease inside the cutoff bottoms of her shorts. It was so long since he’d felt the skin of a woman and yet he could almost conjure up that softness at the top of a thigh where it joined the enticing base of her ass. Thorn sighed sadly and shook his head. He had never come to terms with his lack of sex. Sometimes, after a week or so of ignoring his needs he would masturbate before darkness fell. He always felt better afterwards and told himself to do it more often, to give himself that comfort, but often sadness stole away the notion and he’d drift through his existence until he suddenly realized he needed the release of orgasm.

Thorn knew that he needed it now, before darkness fell. He practically sprinted up the zigzag path to his home, resolved to ease the pain of loneliness that the sight of the lovely young woman had deepened. Inside his bedroom, he closed his eyes and found it easy to picture her mouth, the plump bottom lip, the way her hair tendrils had stroked there, and then he unzipped his jeans.

He paused and thrust away the memory of Grace. He needed quick relief.

Thorn brought to mind one of the last real sexual encounters he’d had with a woman. It was a hot memory and one he’d used before. They’d met at a party, instantly attracted in a superficial sexual way, they agreed to a moonlit tryst in the garden of the big house where the party was being held.

He’d stalked to the girl waiting in a small stand of trees, stripped her quickly, and lifted her to slide with her to the grass. His arm around her bare waist, and a hand cupping her pussy, he’d subconsciously stored away the feel of her wet arousal on his palm and could bring that to mind.

He recalled the words she’d said to him then, as he took his cock in his fist and pumped.

She had said, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want everything, your tongue, your fingers, and your cock in me. I want to suck you until you moan and your cum fills my mouth.”

Thorn groaned as his cock hardened and he whispered the words, “Fuck me.” He pictured licking the girl’s pussy, her legs wide apart as she lay in the grass and his stomach clenched. His orgasm teased at him and he leaned on the edge of the chest of drawers bent over with the urgent need to come as he built a rhythm. He focused on the memory of her nipples between his lips, the way she’d sucked his cock, the taste of her cream on his tongue. Thorn pumped hard and his orgasm suddenly burned through him. As the waves of pleasure coursed in his balls and forced the cum to spurt in warm streaks over the back of his hand, he saw Grace as she’d looked at him on the beach. He saw her green eyes and perfect lips. The picture in his mind added sweetness to the orgasm. He shuddered and groaned.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

Buy the book: 

Evernight Publishing

RRP: $3.99 Your Price: $2.99 (You save $1.00) when you buy from Evernight

Amazon.com

Amazon.uk

All Romance eBooks

Bookstrand

TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/review/new/23700178-a-fairy-tale-romance

blurbbanner

Author interview:

Are you working on another book right now?

I’m working on three books, right now. Two are contemporary erotic romance, and one is romance Sci-Fi.

Naturally, they are all love stories, with HEA. I have to have that in my books.

I’m not writing much though, because of my day job, where I have shifts, and I’m editing for the releases in the latter part of this year.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

My characters and setting becoming so real to me.

What do you like the least?

Marketing. It’s so time consuming and quite soul destroying when you’d rather be writing. (Smiles)

Would you like to see any of your books as movies?

None of them. I’d be there fussing about the script staying true to the book, or the casting. (Laughs).

What things do you like to do to relax?

I find writing relaxing, but I also like to get out into the countryside near where I live. I enjoy visiting the historic places too. I read, watch movies and I love music. I’m often singing along with something as I drive.

Do you have another job as well as writing?

Yes, I have to. I work for an antiques emporium. It’s very tourist driven, so right now I have late night hours and work all weekend and holidays. I do shifts, usually start about midday or two in the afternoon, and work through until ten or eleven. It means I’ve taken a hiatus from writing so my stories mentioned above are waiting for me. I can feel them there wanting to be written.

If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?

It would have to be healing.

If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

I live in the country where I want to, maybe I’d move down the coast to Cornwall or Devon, closer to the ocean, which I love.

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?

I have the car I want. I’m a Jeep person and always drive them.

What’s your favorite color?

I have two I love, oh wait three, blue, purple and green.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?

It changes for me every time someone in an interview asks, (laughs) right now it’s The Eagles: Tequila Sunrise. That’s because I usually see the sunrise after arriving home very late at night, editing, networking, or real life stuff, like my laundry, and then I flop to sleep for a few hours. (laughs again) Check out my dark shadows.

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible:

Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate

Dog or cat?

Dog and horse

The film or the book?

Both (sorry)

Jeans or skirt?

Jeans but sometimes little black dress

Beach or Snow resort?

Countryside and beach

Heels or flats?

Boots, depends where I’m going if they are heeled or flat

Stockings or pantyhose?

Stockings, love them

Top or bottom?

Er…both if I can get it…

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?

Thank you for reading my books. I write from the heart so you get a piece of it every time you read one of my stories. (Smiles)

Elodie’s Evernight Page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/elodie-parkes/

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, Siren and Ra Jones Anthology

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter

Google +  Pinterest  YouTube  Amazon USA  Amazon UK  Smashwords  Barnes and Noble  ARe  Bookstrand  Evernight   ManicReaders

Bought for Christmas by Doris O’Connor

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas 🙂

boughtforchristmas1m

 

They call him The Beast…

Hunter Monahan uses his scars as a shield to hold people at bay. That way no one can get too close and see the vulnerable man underneath the cold exterior. That is until he wins Emilia in a card game, when her no good for nothing brother puts his sister up for collateral.

Hunter knows that the woman he used to bounce on his knee as a child is far too young and innocent to be tied to a cynical, scarred bear shifter, but he made a promise to her mother to look after her little girl. Besides his bear wants his mate, come what may, and he has a score to settle.

Their contract ensures her submission for the Christmas weekend, but Emilia’s instinctive responses work their own brand of Christmas magic on Hunter.

He never celebrates it, but this festive season all he wants under his tree is Emilia, preferably naked, tied, and entirely at his mercy…

 

Blurb:

~Editors Pick~

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.

 

Bought for Christmas 3

Bought for Christmas #2

Bought for Christmas

 

Excerpt:

“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”

Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….

Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.

“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.

Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.

Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.

Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.

“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

 

Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

All other buy links can be found here:

http://www.dorisoconnor.com/bought-for-christmas.html

Add it on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23609529-bought-for-christmas

 

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.

Stalking Links

Website Blog Twitter  Facebook Pinterest  Evernight Publishing

Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble

 

Hot release: Mystic Hearts by Cait Jarrod!

Welcome to my dear friend Cait Jarrod and her new release Mystic Hearts!

10814392_371394543035405_1701249509_n

I’m excited to be on your blog!

Nothing like a heroine taking charge!

I love Charlene Smith’s journey from submissiveness to taking charge of her life. She figuratively slams her hands on the table and says, “No more.” She’ll no longer allow her ex-husband to control her like he had while they were married. She’ll no longer allow him to use their son as a pawn. Instead of slamming her hand down on a desk or gingerly saying, “No more,” read the excerpt below from Mystic Hearts, Book 2 of The Band of Friends, to find out how Charlene decides she can and will fight.

The venomous tone, at one time, would have had her withering. But not anymore. “Pig!”

Her ex-husband charged toward her, eyes wild, nostrils flaring.

She swung, faking high and going low. The bat connected with his stomach.

“Fuck,” he puffed and clutched his gut. “You’ll pay.” He straightened and snatched the butcher knife from the block on the kitchen counter.

Crap!

The shiny blade glistened above his head.

It was her or him. She dug deep, seizing strength from all the wrongs Andrew had inflicted on her family, fortifying her with the power for what she needed to do. She raised the bat behind her head and went for the homerun…for her…her mother…and most importantly, her son. She struck his arm. Bones cracked. The knife flew out of his hand. He stumbled backwards, holding his wrist, and fell backwards into the wall. She raised it again, aiming for his head.

The bastard is Henry’s father, her conscience screamed.

At the last second, she pulled back and clobbered him square in the ribs.

Yelping, he collapsed on the floor. “You bitch!”

She lowered her hand, clasping the handle, ready to swing. “Not another word. Get the hell out of my house!”

“I’ll be back!”

She raised the bat. “You asked for it.”

“No!” He held up his good hand and sidestepped.

 

Click: to add to your Goodreads TBR list.

 

Mystic Hearts,

The Band of Friends series, Book 2

Editor’s Pick!

Buy on ebook: Evernight Publishing and Amazon.

Coming to print soon.

caitjarrod.com

 

Nothing is as it seems….

Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and being an abused child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavy on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?

Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. A single mother, avoiding the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life, she allows Larry close only in her dreams. Now, she’s second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?

 

Catch up to me:

Webpage: caitjarrod.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cait-Jarrod-Author/500705936640529?ref=hl

Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/cait.jarrod

Twitter: http://twitter.com/CaitJarrod

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6966274.Cait_Jarrod

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+CaitJarrod/posts/p/pub

~Sign up for her quarterly newsletters or when a new release comes out at http://caitjarrod.com/contact-cait-andor-signup-for-news-from-cait-newsletter/.

10822441_371394516368741_163047398_n

Cait’s bio:

From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one.

Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with the WWC, a great group of women, and loves a good glass of wine.

 

COVER REVEAL: Mistletoe Ménage by Molly Ann Wishlade

10686918_371135566397124_2993347901875947573_n

It is 1816. Anne Blackburn is a voluptuous thirty-two year old widow. Due to her family inheritance and the fortune left to her by her husband, she is a wealthy woman, and she moves in the social circles of London’s upper class.
Anne has sworn never to marry again. However, she cannot help yearning to find out more about the pleasures of the flesh. Her deceased husband was more father than lover but she has felt passion once—before she married over six years ago.
Edward Moore loved Anne and proposed to her but when he left London to seek his father’s blessing, Anne was approached by Lord Moore’s lawyer who told her to forget Edward. If she refused, Edward would be disinherited. When Alfred Blackburn asked for her hand in marriage, Ann accepted to set Edward free.
Now there is an artist in London with a mysterious patron. Mr. Guy Harper provides the ladies he paints with certain erotic extras. When Anne commissions a portrait from him, she gets more than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams.
But will her mistletoe ménage become a painful humiliation or the stepping stone into her very own happy ever after?

Stripped Bare by Nikka Michaels and Eileen Griffin

Genre: M/M, BDSM

Length: 22,000 Words

Series: Cooper Mountain

Release Date: November 14, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23561694-cooper-mountain

 Stripped Bare

 

BLURB:

When Donovan Ramsey comes home from yet another business trip he realizes he and his long-term boyfriend, Nate Pearson, have drifted apart. Donovan is used to engineering solutions in his career, but he’s stumped on how to fix his dwindling sexual relationship with Nate.

After a late night internet search, Donovan finds a place that might be exactly what they need to rekindle the romance in their relationship. There’s just one catch: the idyllic Cooper Mountain Bed and Breakfast specializes in BDSM for couples.

Over the course of the weekend, the two men experience a taste of what the BDSM lifestyle has to offer. Will that taste lead to a stronger connection between Nate and Donovan, or will it ultimately be their undoing?

 

EXCERPT:

Donovan recognized a few of the search results from friends’ suggestions about quick weekend getaways. The majority, though, were ones Donovan had never heard of. “Deluxe cottage, nestled in the woods. Full shower and bath. Total privacy.”

Donovan kept that window open, even though the price was way more than what he would normally pay for a hotel room for the night. The next boasted similar features, except this one had a private outdoor hot tub for the guests’ use. Donovan was about to go back to the first listing until he saw one that looked different from the others.

            “Cooper Mountain. A secluded B&B that caters to couples who want to rekindle their relationship. Fully catered meals, private quarters, and attentive staff. LGBTQ Friendly.”

Out of curiosity, he clicked on the link. The first picture that popped up featured a beautiful cottage situated in a rural setting next to a lake. The next picture, however, had his mind reeling. A wooden cross, labeled St. Andrew’s Cross in the caption below, made him wonder if this was a couples’ retreat or a torture palace. The owner’s message at the bottom of the image gallery explained that play was optional, and every stage of kink was welcome. There were educational classes for newbies as well as complete privacy for the more advanced couples.

Testimonial after testimonial made his head swim.

“Toby and Logan are the perfect hosts. Not only did my partner and I rekindle the passion we thought we’d lost, we found out we really love floggers!”

            “Thank you, Logan, for the best weekend getaway we’ve had in years. We’ll definitely be back on our next anniversary to try out the spanking bench.”

And the last one, “A weekend at Cooper Mountain worked wonders for expanding our understanding of the D/s relationship. We’ve grown closer as a couple and can’t wait to take more of Logan’s classes!”

Donovan’s mind raced as he clicked through the image gallery, shocked and slightly scandalized by the images he saw. After all, what kind of person got off on pain? What kind of person got pleasure from tying another person up or by dominating someone else sexually?

 

BUY LINKS: Evernight PublishingAmazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes and NobleKoboiBooksBookstrand | All Romance Ebooks

 

EILEEN GRIFFIN BIO: 

Eileen Griffin lives in the southwest, but loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack on her back. She enjoys TexMex, lives for good wine, and has a certain penchant for purple unicorns. She loves reading all genres of books, but her current obsession is writing M/M romance. Her past published works include: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Nikka Michaels, Dinner For Two, a M/F romance novella, “Claiming Ayden”, a M/M shifter romance that is part of Evenight’s Alpha’s Claim Anthology: M/M Edition, and “Lost and Found”, a short story written for the M/M Romance Group’s Don’t Read in the Closet: Love’s Landscapes Event. Eileen is currently working on book three of the In the Kitchen series from Carina Press with Nikka Michaels, as well as several other projects both individual and co-authored.

MEET HER ON: Website and Blog | Twitter | Facebook Profile | Facebook Author Page | Goodreads | Evernight Publishing | Amazon US | All Romance eBooks

NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:

Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has several releases out including, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology, and the MM series which includes, Mile High Service, Room Service and Lip Service from Cobblestone Press’ Blue line. She also has a short story, “His Assistant” in Evernight Publishing’s best-selling Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology.

MEET HER ON: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook Profile | Facebook Author Page | Goodreads | Cobblestone Press | Evernight Publishing | Amazon US | All Romance eBooks

 

Fantastic 5-star review for The Perfect Shoot!!

“Set at an author conference in Cannes, this is the story of 38-year-old romance writer Andrea and her cover model, 23-year-old Yushka.

When Andrea sees him fondling the conference organiser she recognises him immediately. He’s the boyishly handsome model on the cover of her latest book. Andrea has spent the last 18 years single-handedly raising her twin boys, so she’s had little time for love.

When a crowded lift and a pushy friend pre-empts the introduction she’d planned for the Meet and Greet session, she feels like a teenager again.

The chemistry sizzles between them from the beginning, but she’s concerned by the age difference, and after waiting 18 years, the last thing she wants is a quickie in  a  hotel restroom.

The more they are thrown together at the conference, the greater the heat between them. As Andrea struggles to reconcile her attraction to a man only 4 years older than her sons, Yushka is determined to prove to her he wants more than just a one night stand.

When a steamy photo shoot turns dangerously realistic, Andrea can no longer fight the sizzling chemistry between them.

Packed with scorching heat and realistic emotional turmoil, this book is a must read with a satisfying happy ending.”

– A big thank you to Sizzling Hot Books!!

five-hearts-300x213

The Perfect Shoot nominated for “Sizzling Read of the Month”!

Squeee!! My erotic romance The Perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine 1) has been nominated for “Sizzling Read of the Month: November” with four other books.

NominatedSROTMonth--300x40

This is awesome news and very humbling for me, so if you enjoyed reading my story and believe it deserves the honor, please vote here. Thank you SO much in advance! 🙂

theperfectshoot3

 

Board Indiscretion by Jessica Jayne

Ah, here is a book I’ll have to read as soon as I have a minute. Knowing Jessica, it will be one hot read 🙂 Review to be posted soon!

10822140_562551733879072_1183533449_n

Blurb:

Mark Olson isn’t just known for owning his three large care dealerships. He’s also known as a player, at least since his divorce. For a while, he believes he is satisfied as a member of Advantage Insurance Company’s board of directors and bedding a different woman every weekend. That is until someone decides to call his bluff.

Suzannah McCormick is the sweet girl working hard as the executive assistant to Advantage’s CEO. But underneath her saccharine southern charm is a vixen-in-waiting. She’s never been with a man that tapped into that side of her, but she set her sights on Mark Olson with high hopes.

Mark doesn’t realize his single status and his heart are in jeopardy.

Add it to your Goodreads TBR!

Excerpt:

Since his divorce, he’d convinced himself that remaining single was what he wanted. It made things less complicated for his two pre-teen daughters. Shit! It made things less complicated for himself. But that lifestyle could also be quite lonely.

That’s where Suzie came in and complicated the hell out of his life. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of Advantage Insurance Company, Michael Herron, and well… Mark was a member of Advantage’s board of directors, had been for several years. He loved his position on the board. Aside from the small amount of prestige it carried, he’d made great friends with the other members, particularly the two younger board members—John Dorsey and Greg Snow. A relationship with Suzie could compromise his position on the board and with the members, but truth be told, he also loved his most recent position between her legs.

If only the situation was different.

A familiar giggle wafted in from the direction of the dance floor. The delicate sound stirred his cock to life. It stiffened against his black trousers instantly.  After several weeks of clandestine meetings involving dirty talk and hard fucks, he’d know that giggle anywhere. He’d heard it many times afterwards when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Turning his head in the direction of the dance floor, anger heated his face and his hands clenched into fists on the bar top at the sight he witnessed.

Sandwiched between two guys that he’d now refer to as dickheads, danced the woman that wreaked havoc on his single life status.  Her little black dress clung to her trim frame, emphasizing her small, but very perky breasts and showing off her figure that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her legs stretched for miles and her creamy white skin contrasted nicely against the jet black of her dress. Flinging her silky blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, her pink Pursecase carrying her iPhone dangled from her wrist as her hips gyrated against her two dance partners. The taller man dancing behind her slipped his hand over her hip and rested it over her low belly as he rubbed what Mark was sure to be a rock hard erection against Suzie’s ass.

What the fuck is she doing?

First, she never came to the Beach Club. Never. In all his regular visits to this club over the last couple of years, he had yet to see her in here once. Not once!  Second, she was practically dry-humping two guys in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn’t her typical style.

Suzie was one of those beautiful women that appeared to have the girl-next-door innocence. She didn’t dress too provocatively.  She was sexy, but in that way that was just natural. Her bubbly Southern charm won over all the men on the board of directors and Mark speculated it would win over anyone. He flirted with her, teasing her on board days to get a rise out of her. There’d always been a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when he flirted with her that would leave him questioning whether he knew her at all.

At last quarter’s board meeting, she left him dumbfounded when she responded to his flirtation with a proposition. After mulling it over for a bit, which actually had turned out to be a couple weeks, he called her bluff. He asked her over to his place for cocktails and she showed up. What he learned was that there was a lot more to Suzannah McCormick than met the eye. The rest was history.

Throwing back the last remnants of his whiskey, he stood from his stool, tossed some cash on the bar, and turned toward the dance floor. He wrestled with what his next move should be.

Buy Links:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

About Jessica:

10814356_562551747212404_645772736_n

I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.

In the journey of life, I became a lawyer and also a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.

I love to read and write… obviously! I can usually be found with my Nook or a book in hand. I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Bucks!  I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group!  J  I love hanging out with my family and my friends!  Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. I love the beach, sunshine and to laugh out loud.

www.jessicajayneauthor.com

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6545547.Jessica_Jayne

https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Author-Jessica-Jayne/388268367912903

Twitter: @JessicaJayne13

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

10799855_562551730545739_905019821_n

Dream across Time by C.R. Moss

 

DreamAcross Time by C.R. Moss
Series: Raritan Manor Ranch, Book 1
Genres: Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: 3
Word Count: 32, 880
ISBN: 978-1-77233-067-0
Editor: Tricia Kristufek
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

 

Blurb:
A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.
Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost,
Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.
Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes
she’d stop saying they can’t be together.
While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes
rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though,
has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes
around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.
Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up
his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop
being caught between two worlds?
Find C.R. Moss on Barnes & Noble

Evelyn allowed him to lay her down on the hay and didn’t protest when he lifted her top. Enraptured by the heady sensations of his kisses on her bare skin, she lost track of the world around her. Before she knew it, her clothes were off and discarded. She lay naked and submitted to his apprising contemplation.

His gaze, smoldering with sexual hunger, followed the path his hands made down her shoulders to her breasts. Warm palms massaged her mounds, then moved on, exploring her body, caressing her down to her toes. Waves of desire rolled through her.

Quinn’s lips trailed over her body, tracing the course his hands had. His kisses began with each foot, then coursed up her skin, sweetly kissing her navel before traveling up. When he reached her breasts again, he outlined each rosy peak with the tip of his tongue.

Gasping in sweet pleasure, she arched her back, inviting him to take her fully. He understood the willing invitation and suckled on one nipple, then the other as his hands resumed their discovery of her body and slipped between her legs. His touches sent shivers of delight through her that ebbed and flamed with each of his movements.

Evelyn, never feeling such pure and explosive pleasure before, reveled in the euphoria coursing through her. She yearned for more and shifted so he could access her easier.

He stopped, breathing in heavy pants. “My sweet, innocent Evelyn, I have waited so long for this, but I shall stop if you want me to.”

“What do you mean, stop?” her sultry voice questioned.

Quinn lay on top of her and kissed her. His body fit hers perfectly, and his cock pushed at her through his pants. That’s when she understood. An aching need she never felt before brewed within her. Returning his kiss with just as much force, she put her hands between their bodies.

“Evelyn?” Quinn propped himself up on his elbows.

She didn’t respond. Her desires had taken over. She worked quickly to remove his shirt, exposing his hairless, smooth and soft chest and abdomen. He quivered when her fingers traced his muscles. She leaned up and gave his pectoral a quick kiss.

“Evelyn, does this mean…?”

“Yes.” She pulled him down to her, taking his mouth with demanding command. She sensed the thrill of his arousal once he removed his pants. Their bodies entwined, skin to skin, woman to man. She needed more.

 

Author Bio:
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets,
giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
More about C.R. Moss: 
So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying
degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the
freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where
does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she
lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around
the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The
background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and
happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.
She also has a passion for
penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate
other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban
Fantasy. Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/
Author Links:
~ Website: http://crmoss.com

 

 

Come see C. Moss & other wonderful authors at http://www.hotmojaveknights.com
October 2015!

 

Fated by Allyson Young

fated1m

BLURB:

Reece Murdoch is back in Barrister, Wyoming after his military tour. Ostensibly returning to take the position of Sheriff, he plans to confront the woman of his dreams. After what they’d shared, he’d foolishly believed Candace Grant would wait, but all his heartfelt letters were met with silence. And now she is avoiding him and freezing him out.

Candy Grant is never going to allow Sheriff Murdoch a civil conversation, let alone a discussion. Oh, he’s interested—probably thinking he can waltz right back into her life. Except he’d gutted her, leaving six years earlier without warning and only eight scribbled words. She’s since lived a fast, shallow existence she’s determined to continue, and never get hurt again.

Reece needs a plan, one to address Candy’s propensity to speed while asserting his lawful authority—with handcuffs and a night of house arrest. Will the truth set them free?

 

EXCERPT: 

Reese Murdoch slouched comfortably against the broken-in seat of the county’s second best cruiser, gripping the wheel with one big hand.

He found himself sighing. Barrister wasn’t a bad place. Born and raised there, he knew pretty much all the inhabitants. Being elected as Sheriff had been a no brainer, being a military man home from Iraq and all, presumably well versed in weapons and leadership. Both true, except he was hampered by a paltry budget, and the people he’d sworn to serve and protect were scattered over a huge part of the state. Good thing the work wasn’t onerous.

No doubt that would change over time, people being what they were, but he was bored for the most part. The one thing—person—who could easily obliterate that boredom didn’t deign to recognize either his existence or his authority, and he hadn’t decided which plan to pursue in that regard. It’d been months, but if he’d learned anything in the military, it was that an offensive had a better chance of succeeding if one gathered solid intelligence and formulated a careful plan of attack. He wryly admitted he’d come home because of Candace Grant, if only to determine why she’d ignored all of his efforts to get in touch with her over the years. Some might call it closure. He just plain wanted her, and knew enough about women to know that while her demeanor said one thing, something else was operating behind that icy exterior.

In the meantime, there was the odd drunk and disorderly to deal with, complaints about cattle rustling to investigate, a few domestics—and didn’t he hate those—and some traffic violations.

The road dipped to accommodate an arroyo, and he rose up out of it to crest the slight hill. And speaking of traffic violations, the unmistakable silver Bimmer hammering in his direction, trailing a dusty rooster trail, caused him to grind his teeth and war with his responding arousal. Damn her. She was going to kill herself one day in that stupid car, maybe before he put the final touches on his plan. Flipping on his lights, he considered his strategy, noting the way the smaller vehicle’s hood dipped in response to the application of brakes. She’d been flying along.

She pulled the Bimmer over, and he drifted on by to pull a three point turn and come up behind her. Candace hadn’t made eye contact at all, staring straight ahead through the windshield, and he figured she had to know it was him. She didn’t cut his deputies dead. He took his time, watching Candace’s profile in the side mirror, willing his professionalism to the fore when all he really wanted to do was drag her back to the cruiser, handcuffed, and take her home. Someplace safe—and easily accessible for both their pleasure. The plan suddenly came together.

Approaching the open window, he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “You were hitting seventy, Candace. We’ve had this discussion before.”

She didn’t reply, instead thrusting her paperwork toward him. Her picture on the license didn’t fit with the stony visage looking dead ahead. Despite the customary, don’t smile, hair tucked behind your ears, dictates of the DMV, Candace’s full mouth, with its eminently bitable bottom lip somehow quirked up at the corners, and there was no mistaking the sparkle in those baby blues. Just as he remembered her—full of life and joy, bubbly, vivacious, and all those adjectives people applied to her. But then, he’d admit he’d hardly given her anything to smile about, primarily because she wouldn’t give him the time of day. That was gonna change.

Tugging the license and registration from her stiff fingers, he decided to play her game. “Step out of the vehicle, Miss Grant.”

That garnered him a wary look, a quick glance that she instantly modified into boredom. He didn’t miss the way she flickered her eyes to her watch. Was she meeting someone? On her way to a hot date? Sheridan lay in that direction, and whatever Candace got up to, she didn’t do it in Barrister. The rumors he’d overheard flourished. Reece had access to a different form of contacts and knew the truth of some of those rumors. He wasn’t surprised about Candace’s interests, merely disappointed he hadn’t been able to guide her and take the journey with her. But he’d done what he had to back then. That she hadn’t accepted his explanation and apology, wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to discuss it further, grated him raw.

He opened her door and stood back, breaking procedure, instantly grateful for the way the door frame concealed his sudden erection, his cock saluting the vision emerging from the Bimmer without any regard for his bigger brain. The top she wore hardly covered her attributes, cried out for him to touch the silky fabric and tug on those discreetly concealed laces. The length of shapely leg revealed by the short skirt flirting around her thighs forced his hands to grip the metal until he thought it might groan beneath his grasp.

Once again his woman was on the prowl, and he was damned if he’d let her take what she was offering up to Sheridan or any other place loaded with men who couldn’t possibly appreciate her the way he planned. Disappointment again soured him, and he impatiently shoved it aside. He’d waited long enough.

“What?” A hint of nervousness whispered through the aloof question.

“This is the third time, Miss Grant. I assume you recall the consequences are for persistent speeding.”

Narrowing, blue eyes locked with his, then a flush of pink colored her décolletage and rose up the long, lovely column of her throat to paint her cheeks. She spoke between set lips, criminally thinning that lush bounty, another crime she’d pay for in the end.

“Give me the ticket, Sheriff. I’ll pay it like I did the others. Help out with your salary.”

“Step out and assume the position.”

 

BUY LINK: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/fated-by-allyson-young/

 

Goddess by Chance (Demi-God Daughters 2) by Erin Ashley Tanner

goddessbychance1m

 

 

INSPIRATION FOR THE NOVEL:

Anyone who knows me is aware that I love all things Greek mythology. After I completed my first novel, Goddess of Legend, I started to wonder could there be more Demi-god Daughters out there that needed their stories told. To start with I had to decide what Greek goddess would be a good candidate to have a half mortal daughter. I’m sure who I chose will surprise many.

After that I thought about what kind of heroine I would have this time around. Since I’d created such a take charge, kick your butt heroine in the first novel in the series, I wanted to go for a much softer and more vulnerable heroine and thus Arienne was created. As for the god in this story, I wanted somebody a little rougher around the edges with more of a dark side. I’d say he’s more of an anti-hero than a hero and as a result he was a lot more interesting to write.

 

BLURB:

Arienne Marcos is a librarian with a secret. She has superhuman strength, a genius level IQ, and a goddess mother who is never satisfied. When Arienne lands on the radar of a god determined to use her for revenge, she has no idea what she is in for.

When Chris Triton enters her life, Arienne is unprepared for the long dormant feelings and blazing passion he arouses, but while basking in her budding new relationship, Arienne is equally unprepared for the shattering event that nearly destroys her town and her entire life.

In time, Arienne will discover that her new lover harbors secrets of his own, secrets that could be deadly. Along the way she will find herself caught in the center of an eons old grudge between gods with a thirst for revenge.

 

EXCERPT:

Triton’s eyes opened in the darkness as a soft hand wrapped around his cock. He didn’t move as Arienne continued to fondle him in the dark. Her innocent fascination with the part of him he was so proud of made him bite back a chuckle. As her thumb rubbed over the head, he couldn’t help the way his breath hissed through his teeth. Her hand left him immediately.

“Arienne,” he said in a soft tone.

She remained silent. His hand moved to lie between her breasts where he could feel the frantic pace of her heart beating.

“Sweetheart,” he tried again.

She sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. No, I did, but I…”

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.”

“I want to make love again.”

In the dark, Triton smiled. He shifted her in his arms until her head was on the pillow next to him. Even in the dark, he could see the expectant look on her face.

“I’d like nothing more,” he said.

She kissed him then, her lips soft and eager against his, and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Arienne’s erect nipples brushed against his chest and he grew harder. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, making him groan. The sweetness of her kisses was nearly enough to undo him. Easing Arienne onto her back as her kisses became feverish, his hand reached between her legs where the evidence of her readiness couldn’t be denied.

Nudging her legs apart, he slowly he thrust inside of her and her tight, wet channel gripped him like a vise, stroking him. His hips pumped into hers at a languid pace, enjoying the velvety softness of her. She moaned against his mouth before her tongue slipped to tango with his. Every slide into the welcoming warmth of her body made him pulse with increased desire.

 

NOVEL TRAILER:

 

BUY LINKS: 

Evernight Publishing | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand |

 

AUTHOR DETAILS:

Erin Ashley Tanner is a proud alumni of Florida State who is currently embarking on the journey that is nursing school. In the rare free time she has, she enjoys leisure reading in all genres and writing whatever stories come to mind. She dreams of a long life filled writing many more stories. To learn more about Erin, swing by her website at www.erinashleytanner.wix.com/erinashleytanner or find her on Facebook at Author Erin Ashley Tanner or on Twitter @erintheauthor.

The Gathering by Jacey Holbrand

Title – The Gathering
Author – Jacey Holbrand

Publisher – Evernight Publishing

Series – The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer, 1

Genre – Alternative (MM)/Gay, Futuristic, Sci-Fi, Erotic Romance, Steampunk

Heat Level – 3

Word Count – 35, 510

ISBN – 978-1-77233-049-6

Editor – Karyn White

Cover Artist – Sour Cherry Designs

Add to Goodreads TBR


BLURB

The year is 2112, and the world has changed…

Jake Landry is interested in having some fun. He’s in Las Vegas, newly single and just off his most recent tour of duty. In Vegas he has met up with his old friend Nicola Goodheart, a scientist and inventor who studies portals, other worlds, and strange beings. Jake has also met and become enamored with Alexander, a gorgeous man with violet eyes. Jake goes with Nic on a portal finding mission, and they all end up in Alexander’s alien world.

Recruiter Alexander Bloodworth is interested in Jake for himself and in Nicola for placement in a pleasure house on his home planet of Aurath. When he hears word one of his people’s enemies are after Nicola and Jake, he goes to save them both, even at the peril of losing his job.

Will they risk their hopes and dreams—Alexander and Jake for a chance at love and Nicola for her career—or will they falter and lose everything anyway?

Be Warned: m/m sex

 

CHARACTER INTERVIEW!
Hi and welcome – it’s nice to have you here! What is your name?

Alexander Bloodworth

Where did you grow up? How do you feel about it now?

I grew up on a planet called Aurath. I love my home world but I love Jake and would like to be where he is. Plus, I don’t feel so confined and restricted in what I want to do as I did back home.

Where do you currently live? Do you like it?

I currently live in Las Vegas, NV. It’s quite exciting and I love it even more because Jake is here. The city has come a long way from its days of tent camps and martial law.

What sort of a home is it?

Nicola describes it as a sprawling ranch house. For an Earth home, it’s a decent size. Though I sometimes do miss my father’s mansion and the servants.

With whom do you live? How do you feel about these people?

I live with Jake and his two friends Nicola and Stansbury. Some of my comrades are visiting with us as well. It’s a great group of people. Lots of fun to be around.

Do you have any pets?

No, but I wouldn’t mind getting what Jake calls a Golden Retriever. It’s supposed to be a really great dog to have.

How deeply does your job define you as a person?

Being a recruiter used to be who I was and consumed my life. It didn’t allow me to have what I truly wanted, which is a person to go through life with.

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?

Women are nice. I’ve had fun with them, but my man Jake has turned out to be what I really wanted and my true love.

How did the two of you meet? 

Jake and I met when I was chasing down Nicola to take her back for placement in a pleasure house.

 

“Sounds acceptable to me.” Alexander captured Jake’s mouth in another kiss and the only time he stopped kissing him was to pull Jake’s shirt over his head.

They mimicked each other’s touches—running their hands up each other’s smooth chests, tracing the dips and curves of their muscles, enticing nipples. When Alexander latched onto one of Jake’s hard nubs, Jake sucked in a stream of air. Alexander’s lips on his body were like heaven and hell. Heaven because their silky touch sent delightful vibes through him, and hell because whenever Alexander trailed down toward his pulsing cock, he didn’t take it in his mouth or lick or kiss it.

“Come on, Alexander. Quit teasing me.”

“What do you want me to do? I want to hear it. Tell me.”

Alexander’s rumbling commands sent more heat racing through Jake’s veins and down into his cock. Jake didn’t know his dick could get harder than it already was, but it had. He gazed straight into the alien’s stormy purple eyes. “I want you, Alexander. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours. I want you to suck me dry.”

The alien rose from the couch and towered over Jake before he dropped to his knees in front of him. Alexander reached out and grabbed the top of Jake’s pants, then yanked them down and off his body. Jake’s cock stood, bobbing to and fro as he resettled on the couch.

“Spread your legs, Jake.”

He did as Alexander demanded, then stared down upon the alien who positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls. Jake tilted his head back, loving the way Alexander took command of his body, his senses. All the colorful twentieth and other centuries’ artifacts fell from sight. The metallic fragrance of the ship disappeared, replaced by Alexander’s heady musk and leather scent. Slurping and sucking sounds along with Jake’s panting breaths and occasional ahs and fuck yeahs filled the room. Jake closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Alexander’s moist and warm mouth on his length.

“God, Alexander. You’re incredible.” Jake breathed heavily, realizing he truly believed what he’d said. Alexander was wonderful and not just in a sexual capacity. The alien had a caring and compassionate way about him that Jake rarely saw any more in anyone.

Alexander licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semiclosed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him. “You like, yes? You have a nice dick for an Earthman.”

“Have you seen many?” Jake wanted to be jealous, but it was hard with Alexander’s soft fondling of his penis.

“I have viewed my share. I am glad I waited to bring someone home until I met you.”

 

Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.

Jacey loves to hear from readers! eMail her: JaceyHolbrand @gmail.com

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Journey Across Time by C.R. Moss

400x600_journey across time_CRMoss

Journey Across Time by C.R. Moss

Raritan Manor Ranch, 2

Genres: Erotic, Paranormal, Time Travel, Romance

Heat Level: 3

Approx. Word Count: 23,750

 

BLURB:

There is magic on the ranch.

A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.

Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?

 

EXCERPT:

But now Trent doesn’t even look like he was ever affected by the car ride. Amazed at how much energy he had, she sat up and crossed her legs. Boy, what a sight he is.

Trent, shirtless and showing off his built body, strolled from the water, moving with precision. The women around her tittered, whispering fast and lewd phrases about “the hunk.” Her gaze swung to one group of females whose attentions and words confirmed their obvious appraisals of the man. She looked back at Trent. His quadriceps rippled with each stride, fighting against the sand’s resistance. He stopped and wiped his forehead. Beads of water trailed down his light brown skin, glistening on him like pixie dust. He bent over, then quickly straightened. His long black hair made an arc in the air, casting off the seawater. Trent ran his fingers through his slick and shiny locks.

Poseidon come to life. Beautiful Greek god incarnate. Julie sighed. No wonder he’s making the women flap their lips. If one of her girlfriends were nearby, she’d be chatting up a storm with them about him too.

Her pussy warmed, as did her breasts. He seemed to be a heady dose of sizzling hormones just by looking at him, making her body flush with desire that rolled into a burning need.

She shook her head. Stop thinking about how handsome he is! Just friends. That’s all it can be. With him or any man since I don’t want my heart broken again.

He sauntered over and retrieved a bottle of water from a cooler. After taking a long draught, he proceeded to dump the water over his head. He ran his fingers through his wet hair again. A mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes. His gaze traveled over her, then to the other sunbathers around them. A smile lit his face and faint lines creased around his deep brown eyes, slanted provocatively.

She lifted an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

He chuckled. “I am astounded by all the scantily clad women…showing much more than just an ankle.” He watched a tall, thin blonde dressed in a bikini walk by, his head turning as she passed. “How decadent and scandalous…arousing, actually. I may not be able to contain myself.” His gaze whipped back to Julie and he winked.

Drawn to him by his charm, Julie rolled her eyes and smiled back. She couldn’t help it. Talk about arousing. His six-pack abs were right there, two feet from her face. All she’d have to do was lean forward, extend her hand, trail a finger along the dark divots of the muscles.

 

CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

Hi hotness, and welcome! What is your name?

~ Trent Whitetail VanAlder

Why were you given that name?

~ Trent was my mother’s father’s name. My last name was changed to VanAlder when my mother’s best friend took me in. Whitetail was given to me by my grandfather after I found him and started living with him.

When were you born?

~ In the 1800s.

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

~ My grandfather. He does not judge, is patient and kind and has helped me immensely in finding where I belong.

With whom do you live? How do you feel about these people?

~ Before my journey through time, I lived with my adopted family and then my grandfather. I love them all. They are wonderful people. Now that I’m in the future, I’m living with Julie and her family. I find them strange at times, but I’m growing to love them as well.

Have you undergone any dramatic physical transformations in your life?

~ Does traveling through time count? 😉

How do you feel about children? Do you have or want to have your own?

~ I would love to have children with Julie. I believe we would make excellent parents.

What were you doing before you met Julie? How was your life different?

~ I was living in a different century, learning from my grandfather about my Native American heritage and living in the wilds of Nevada. Right before I met Julie, I was embarking on a spiritual quest.

 

 

C.R. MOSS PUBLISHER PAGES:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/C.R.-Moss.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/C.R.-Moss/e/B002DBE49W

All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=C.R.+Moss

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/cr-moss

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/c.r.-moss

***Find the first book, Dream Across Time, here: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dream-across-time-by-c-r-moss/

 

C.R. MOSS BIO:

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.

More about C.R. Moss:

So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.

She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.  Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/

 

CRMoss_2

 

C.R. MOSS SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

Website: http://crmoss.com

Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CRMoss

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

Romance Readers’ Conference in Las Vegas, NV! – HMK October 2015 – Come see C. Moss & other wonderful authors – http://www.hotmojaveknights.com

 

Arcanus Amator by Elyzabeth M. Valey

Welcome to the lovely Elyzabeth M. Valey with her new release Arcanus Amator!

I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing her character Amandus, too 🙂

arcanus-amator

BLURB: 

As an Arcánús, one of Cupid’s blessed children, Amandus’s mission in life was to aid his father in bestowing love upon others.Unfortunately, when he found his own soul mate he was incapable of making her perceive their connection. Furthermore, she doomed their love forever. Amandus’s only hope is a spell concocted by Cupid: The Arcánús Amator: Spell of the Secret Lovers.

Hailey is desperate for love. She’s so desperate that when she finds a spell on the internet that promises to connect soul mates, she decides she must try it. Convincing her friend Hannah to help her, the girls embark on a one-night craze that will produce life-changing results and bring to life what was thought to be only a myth.

BUY LINKS: 

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | Bookstrand | All Romance Ebooks

unnamed (8)

INTERVIEW OF MAIN CHARACTER AMANDUS:

Hi Amandus, nice to have you on my blog! Here are a few questions to familiarize you with our readers. So, to start off, when were you born? Long before the world as you know it existed.

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you? Yes, I have a tattoo. It begins over my heart and curls down to my hip. The design is a family symbol. All the Arcánús have it, though each curls in a different way indicating their rank in the order of things.

Do you have any siblings? Yes, I do. We are twelve brothers in total. Known as the Arcánús, we are Cupid’s children and we are entrusted with the mission of helping the God bestow love upon others as well as protect him and all that is dear to him, as is love.

What is your current title/rank? As first born of Cupid I am the Captain of his guard and leader of the Arcánús. Our job is to aid Cupid in sending his arrows.

What is your biggest responsibility? Currently, I am responsible for and committed to Hailey. I am responsible for watching her, protecting her, and ensuring that her powers never get out of hand. I am also committed to loving her, cherishing her, caring for her, and ensuring that she live forever happy.

Who is your biggest rival/enemy? *Amandus grins. His violet eyes light up playfully.*

My greatest enemy is Ariadne the witch. She is the most dangerous charmer you can imagine. Centuries old, she is no hag. Her eyes are as clear as a summer sky. Her hair golden as Cupid’s throne.  One look from her will cause you to tremble. One word from her sweet lips and you will wish for nothing more than to sink to your knees and love her until death claims you.

How did the two of you meet? *Amandus grins* Do you mean Ariadne, my greatest enemy or Hailey my greatest love? *he laughs* I’ll tell you how I met both. I met Ariadne on the battlefield and Hailey in her living room when she summoned me with the Arcanus Amator spell.

Amandus

AUTHOR BIO:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

STALK ME AT: Blog | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest

 

ariadne and amandus defy

Excerpt:

She frowned. “What the hell’s happened?” She was quite sure this was not how the spell worked. Granted, she hadn’t exactly read the entire information sheet on the website.

“No one does,” she whined, bouncing on the balls of her feet while staring at the flickering flame of the candle. The thing was more than 20 pages long. It was like reading one of those software agreements. No one read the damn thing. She’d read the instructions and the first page with all the warnings and that was more than enough. Taking a deep breath, she managed to settle her nerves a little. Everyone thought she was the ditsy blonde obsessed with the occult, but she wasn’t. She was a hard worker, impatient when things didn’t go as expected. It was partially the reason why she’d filed through so many relationships. Why stay with a guy when he clearly had nothing to offer? Some of her friends argued that she didn’t give them a chance. She begged to differ. She’d given them a chance, they just hadn’t taken it.

True, her impatience sometimes got her into some trouble but it also saved her from a lot of it. That, however, wasn’t the case now. Annoyed that the spell had gone awry, she brushed back her bangs impatiently. Whatever had happened was not important. The priority was getting Hannah back home. Scanning the room for her discarded laptop, she did a double take.

Obstructing the exit to the living room stood the most gorgeous man she had laid eyes on. He was massive. His head almost brushed the top of the doorframe. His heavily muscled arms were crossed in front of him, his chest bare except for the intricate design of a red-inked tattoo that started around his left nipple and descended across his side to his hip. Low on his hips, he wore a long black skirt made out of what looked like leather.

Hailey hesitated a moment before finally glancing fully at his face. Her breath stilled as their eyes locked. A clear shade of violet, they were not from this world. Swallowing, she took a step backwards without breaking her stare. The stranger’s eyes glittered with curiosity and amusement.

“Careful with the center of the star,” he warned.
Hailey stumbled and froze. His voice was deep and commanding and had a familiar ring to it that sent her senses reeling. Shaking her head slightly, she continued moving away from him.

“Watch—”

Breath exploded from her lungs as she crashed into a shelf, a few ornaments she and Hannah kept, crashing to the floor.

“—out. Are you all right?”

Hailey winced, the back of the shelf digging into her skin, but she nodded anyway. The stranger flashed her a grin that made her knees weak. Hailey swallowed. The urge to see him smile again clawed at her insides like a desperate hunger.

Ignoring her, he glanced down at the pentagram, his silky dark curls framing his strong jaw and straight nose.

“You don’t look like you knew what you were getting into.”

Hailey held on to the bookcase behind her. She was afraid that if she moved the whole thing would topple over her head and she’d wake up, realizing that the man in the center of the room was nothing more than a dream.

“Read the first page of the instructions and didn’t bother to read the rest, huh?”

His eyes lifted to hers with a sassy smirk that lit up his violet eyes. Hailey stared speechless, the urge to touch the man making her palms itch as if she’d stepped into poison ivy.

“Yeah, you never did care what you got into, Ariadne.”

Goose bumps sprouted over her flesh and she released the shelf, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm her suddenly chilled skin. Ariadne. The name rang in her ears like a long forgotten memory always running at the edge of her vision, just a breadth away from her grasp.

“I—”

No words came out as he carefully watched her face, almost as if saving every detail of her features into his memory. Her mouth felt parched, her tongue too large, as she searched for words that wouldn’t come.

“Yes?”

Butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach and her chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. Fear mingled with a strange sense of joy. Names, places, and moments in time danced in the edge of her vision, taunting her to remember them, taunting her to say them aloud but fleeing before she could take hold of them.

“My name isn’t…”

The man raised his dark eyebrows, the shadow of a smile lifting the edge of his full lips.

“I know.”

“Oh.”

Breach of Contract by J.R. Gray

I’m pleased to welcome fellow Evernight author J.R. Gray with her new release Breach of Contract!

 breach-contract3

Blurb

With the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to settle into a low key d/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s public scenes instill fear into his new Submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge driving the new couple apart.

The building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit while hiding his feelings for his new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants most, a leap he may be too chicken to take.

In the sequel to Legally Bound George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while watching helpless, as those he cares for most are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their trust after it’s broken with lies?

Excerpt

The back elevator dinged as he approached, and the doors slid back to reveal Jesse’s face. He had circles under his eyes and worry lines in his forehead. Two fingers held a garment bag over one shoulder and a duffle over his other.

“Is it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that George knew was fake.

“But of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.

“I’ve got it.”

“Don’t be absurd. I would have a slave do it, but he’s rather tied up at the moment.”

The statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George.

“I can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”

George laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didn’t hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his shoulder.

“Slaves in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”

Jesse started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?” He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.

He realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I have cages for them.”

“I love you and Daniel, but your lifestyle is fucked.”

Author Bio

When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

Buy Breach of Contract  – UK

Legally BoundUKAllRomance eBooks

Buy Breach of Contract.

Find J.R. Gray online:

My Blog /Facebook / Pinterest

Twitter / Twitter Book only news.

Tumblr / Tumblr (NSFW)

Confidential interview with The Perfect Shoot heroine

Author Elyzabeth M. Valey interviews Andrea, aka. Cindy Vega, from new release The Perfect Shoot!

Elyzabeth: Morning my lovelies! Today I’ve got quite a treat for you (pun intended *grin*) Lea Bronsen has come in with her lead character, Cindy, from The Perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine) and I’ve interviewed the latter.  Please give them a warm welcome!

Welcome Andrea or should I say, Cindy? Can you tell us a bit about your writing?

Cindy: Hi Elyzabeth! First off, thanks for having me here. I’m not used to being in the spotlight, but I’ll answer your questions the best I can. So, my writing. I’m an erotic romance writer, but you know how it is – some say it’s too sweet and romantic to be labelled erotic, and some say it’s too pornographic to be romance. *shakes head*

To read the interview, please visit Elyzabeth’s In A Dream Beyond blog 🙂

theperfectshoot3

Judging a Book by its Cover by L.D. Blakeley

Judging A Book By Its Cover by L.D. Blakeley
Available: October 22, 2014
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-075-5

jabbic1m

BLURB

Agonizingly shy Emory North has his life mapped out for him: finish his business degree, go to work for his father, and one day take over as CEO of North Star Publishing. More at home amongst stacks of books, Emory has little to no interest in his lot as ‘North Jr.’, but has never had the courage to follow his true passion—writing.

Brash and ballsy Bryce Palmer, editor-in-chief of ECLIPSE magazine is known for bedding and discarding PAs like yesterday’s newspaper. He’s up against a serious deadline and down two staff members. And the last thing he has time for is babysitting the spoiled rich son of a CEO. But when Pierce Barclay North insists now is the time for his heir apparent to get his feet wet in the company waters, Palmer’s hands are tied.

But looks can be deceiving. And, sometimes, passion can spark in the most unlikely of places…

unnamed (8)

 

EXCERPT

By 6:30 Monday morning, Emory sat at his desk nursing a steaming hot cup of strong, black coffee. It was far earlier than he should rightfully be at the office. But his internal monologue was making him crazy and he’d hoped work might, at least, distract him from the situation. Torn between anger — at Bryce for his wrongful intrusion — and mortification — also directed at Bryce (but more at himself) for that stolen kiss — Emory was fit to be tied. Did he confront Bryce about the email and risk his ire? Or should he avoid both subjects entirely? Emory knew his father would give him some variation of the I Assumed As Much speech, if Bryce were to fire him. Would he, though? Would Bryce fire him for last night’s indiscretion? He’d seemed well enough into it at first. So maybe Emory could call him out on the manuscript without risk of being upbraided like a child for the kiss — or worse, fired.

Before he had time to become completely unhinged with his thoughts, they were interrupted with the arrival of their main source of strife.

“Morning,” was all Bryce muttered as he breezed past Emory’s desk and into his office.

Seriously? That’s it? Emory was at a complete loss. Now what? Act like nothing out of the ordinary happened Friday and he hadn’t spent the entire weekend fretting? March into Bryce’s office and demand an explanation for the email? Before he was able to decide one way or the other, his phone lit up — Bryce’s extension.

“Emory speaking,” he finally managed after picking up the phone and hesitantly clearing his throat.

“I should hope so — I did dial your number.”

“Oh, um.”

Bryce sighed and Emory was positive there had been an accompanying eye roll. “Are we back to nervous monosyllables again?”

“No, I…” Emory heard Bryce chuckle before he could manage to spit out the rest of his sentence.

“Would you please come into my office, Emory?” This was it. He was about to be tossed out on his ass and onto a pile of jilted former PAs… and he hadn’t even managed more than a drunken kiss!

“You wanted to see me?” Emory stood in the doorway of Bryce’s office, not entirely sure what to do or say. A million things came to mind: curse the man out for taking his story; apologize for his behaviour after the gala; kiss him one more time just to see if it was as scorching hot as he remembered. He chose none of the above and timidly avoided eye contact.

“Would you please come in?” Bryce appeared to be finishing up an email, his fingers flying across his keyboard. “Shut the door behind you and have a seat.”

Emory did as he was told and sat facing Bryce. Before he could change his mind, he managed to muster up more temerity than he’d ever thought possible, and spat out “I’msorryaboutFridaynight,” as though it were all one single word.

“Sorry about… what, exactly?” Emory was surprised to see a smile on Bryce’s handsome face.

“The wine?” Emory started worrying at his thumbnail once again.

“I didn’t mind the wine, to be quite honest. Made you much more… conversational.” And didn’t that sound laced with… undertones. Emory could feel his face burning.

“But that wasn’t what I wanted to discuss.” And there it was. Emory braced himself.

 

WHERE TO BUY

Amazon Canada
Amazon UK
Amazon US
ARe
BookStrand
Evernight Publishing

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind, L.D. is a fan of horror movies, hot sex, and Happily Ever Afters. Easily distracted by shiny things, she’s a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune.

In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Of course, whether these pretty boys end up between the sheets with other gorgeous lads or up against a wall with a spicy and spirited heroine, all depends on which direction her imagination takes her on any given day.

Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in down-town Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.

You can find her online pretty much everywhere: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Goodreads, her blog, and her official website.

Her Bear Protector by Doris O’Connor

Her Bear Protector by +Doris O’connor
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 34,181
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Book Blurb

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

***
 ***
EXCERPT

Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.

“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?

“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”

Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.

“Sir, please, that hurts.”

He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.

“How about now, babe?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.

His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.

Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.

Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.

“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

 

***

 

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.

 

 

 ***

Planet Alpha: Assassin by Nicola Cameron

Welcome to the talented Nicola Cameron with her new release!

PLANET ALPHA: ASSASSIN

Available: October 24, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-077-9

assassin_med

 

BLURB:

While hunting raiders, Duncan Shea and other members of the New Black Watch run into a deadly ambush. Injured and alone, Duncan stumbles across a grounded shuttle carrying an Alphan warrior named Taric and a mysterious Xyran named Zhan. The handsome aliens agree to help Duncan, but he quickly learns they also have a plan of their own — to claim him as their mate.

Forced to hide their bond from their respective governments, Taric and Zhan never expect to find their third bondmate while on an unauthorized mission to stop a vicious Xyran slave master. Neither of them can resist the urge to claim Duncan, but will their new mate help them catch their old foe, or turn them over to Earth — and Alphan — justice? 

 

BUY LINKS: 

 

EXCERPT:

Duncan stepped back as the airlock hatch rose, revealing a huge golden Alphan warrior in a black uniform. A brief memory flickered across his mind, an afternoon with a tall, broadly built watchman who had tumbled him laughing into a bed of leaves before fucking him senseless. The sex had left him with a distinct appreciation for men built on the alien’s scale.

“Greetings, human,” the Alphan said, golden eyes staring at him curiously. “Are you in need of aid?”

The low, rumbling voice knocked him out of the memory. “Uh, yeah. I mean, yessir,” Duncan said, wondering if he should salute or what. “Name’s Duncan Shea. I’m with the New Black Watch.” He showed his right arm, where a band of green and blue tartan had been clumsily sewn. At the alien’s puzzled look he added, “It’s a guard unit. We were tracking some thieves when we got ambushed about five klicks from here.”

The alien glanced at the woods behind him. “You are alone?”

Duncan grimaced. “My men are dead. Bastards planted some kind of mine in the woods.” Like an alien’s gonna know what a mine is. “You step on it, it blows up,” he clarified. “You heard anything about that, sir?”

The Alphan’s eyebrows rose. “About … mines?”

“Or thieves, sir. Local ones.”

The alien shook his head. “I know nothing about local criminals, Watchman Shea. Nor do I know anything about human explosive devices.”

Duncan sagged. Even if the Alphan was lying, there was no way he could prove it. And forcing his way on board an alien ship, even if it wasn’t hiding outlaws on board, was suicide. “All right, thank you.” With a weary tip of his hat, he turned to go.

“Wait,” the alien ordered. “You were injured in this explosion.”

It was a statement, not a question. Duncan shrugged, then winced as his cold, tight muscles cramped with the motion. “Got banged up a little, yeah.”

This time the Alphan glanced up at the gunmetal sky and the cold rain pouring down. “This weather is not safe or healthy for an injured human. Board my ship and I shall assist you.”

It was Duncan’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “‘Scuse me?”

“Did I use your language incorrectly?” The Alphan switched to a loud, slow tone. “Board … my … ship … and—”

Duncan shook his head. “I got that. I meant, why are you gonna help me?”

The alien smiled. It made his craggy, handsome face more human, somehow. “My race signed a treaty with yours to offer assistance when and where we could. As such, it is my duty as an Alphan warrior to assist an injured human warrior.”

“Oh.” That did line up with what he’d heard about the gold aliens and their sense of honor. “Well, sir, in the case, I’d be pleased to get out of the rain for a spell.”

The Alphan stepped back, and Duncan climbed into the airlock, pulling off his hat and swallowing a moan as the warm air hit his cold, wet skin. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I imagine it does.” The Alphan towered over him by a good six inches, and a pair of pointed black horns on his forehead added another inch of height. Duncan couldn’t help checking out the thickly muscled body straining the seams of its uniform. While he was in good shape, he suspected that the Alphan could crush him like a bug.

Or throw you down and fuck you silly, part of his mind suggested.

He shivered pleasantly at the thought. “Um, do you—”

“What a sodden creature,” another voice said sourly. “Do we let it drip dry, or do we wring it out?” 

 

BIO: 

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

Interview with characters from Sam Crescent’s A Fighter’s Choice

Congratulations to fellow Evernight author Sam Crescent on her new release, the erotic fighter romance A Fighter’s Choice. First off – what a beautiful cover!

 

afighterschoice

I was very lucky to be able to interview the main characters in the book.

So, hi guys! Very happy to have you here. Let’s start with your names. 

Jasper: Why do you want to know?

Amber: Will you stop? God, his name is Jasper and I’m Amber. Don’t mind him, he’s just always so suspicious.

Why were you given that name?

Jasper: Parents gave it to me. (He looks a little confused by the question).

Amber eye rolls.

Amber: You’re in a good mood. I don’t know who named me.

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you?

Amber: Jasper is covered in tattoos and scars. He wouldn’t stop fighting and it turned bloody. He’s got scars from his parents as well. They were awful to him.

Jasper: The scars don’t define me. I’m not fucked up because I have them. I still think Amber should get a tattoo but she refuses.

Amber: I hate needles.

Jasper: I’ll kiss and make it better.

Amber: We’re in company. Shut up.

Ha ha, I love your interaction. Do you have any siblings? 

Amber and Jasper: No

They look at each other and smile. The moment they share is tender.

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

Jasper: My grandparents. They made me believe I was worth something. Fighting would have killed them and I regret not being there when they passed. Shit happens, I made mistakes but they’re the two people who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself.

Amber: Jasper has influenced my life along with Harold and Brooke. The couple is a bit warped but I like them. They’ve been amazing.

With whom do you live? How do you feel about that person?

Jasper: I live with Amber. I love her. I’ll always love her and moving in together was the best decision I ever made. We’re living the dream.

Amber: I love living with Jasper. He doesn’t put the toilet seat down but he’s actually a very clean person. He made the bed with me in it the other day.

Jasper: I only did that so you’d wake up to fuck you.

*laughs* What is currently your biggest responsibility / commitment?

Jasper: Amber is my biggest responsibility. I care about her and I was the one who asked her to come away with me.

Amber: You don’t need to be responsible for me. I love being with you, even if you drive me crazy at the same time. Did you know he almost turned his whites grey? Silly man.

Who is your best friend? Describe them briefly.

At the same time,

Amber: Jasper

Jasper: Amber

They chuckle together. Jasper reaches out to take Amber’s hand.

Awe, so sweet 🙂 What is your greatest talent?

Jasper: My cock.

Amber: Greatest talent, not appendage. Your cock can be disappointing.

Jasper: My tongue then.

Another eye roll from Amber.

Amber: He’s hot in bed. He’s got an amazing oral talent.

Jasper smiles: Told you so.

What are you the most hopeless at?

Amber: He can’t put down the toilet seat.

Jasper: I’m not hopeless. I’m perfect.

How would you spend an unexpected day off?

Jasper: Fucking Amber.

Amber: Underneath, over, or on my knees for Jasper.

Oh, you guys *grins* What is your most cherished possession?

Jasper: Amber, she’s my most cherished possession

Amber: I’m not a thing.

Jasper: You’re still mine.

What makes you blush?

Amber: Nothing.

Jasper: You blush when I talk dirty.

Amber: I do not.

Jasper: When we get home I’m going to get you naked and lick out your sweet pussy until you come … see, I told you that you blush.

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?

Jasper: Until I met Amber they were a means to an end. I had no use to them.

Amber: Men confuse me. It’s easier to steer clear of them.

Okay, last question, how did the two of you meet?

Amber: Do you want to tell or should I?

Jasper: We lived across the hall from one another. She was hot and I wanted to meet her. We did, the rest goes from there.

Amber: He’s always so full of words, isn’t he?

 

Want to learn more about Amber and Jasper? Their story, A Fighter’s Choice, is available to buy now:

Amazon.com | Amazon.co.uk | Amazon.com.au | Amazon.ca | Evernight | All Romance E-Books | Bookstrand

 

Blurb:

Jasper is filled with violence, and the only way to unleash it is to make money in illegal fights. Ever since he left home he’s been fighting and saving his money, living a simple life of pain and sex. His life is fine until he notices her living across the hall.

Amber spent most of her life in foster care. She knows how to take care of herself and is prepared to do anything to keep herself alive. Working as a waitress in a strip club was not something she wanted to do, but it pays enough to live on. She notices the man across the hall, but he is obviously bad news with all of his bruises.

One chance meeting turns into another. Jasper can’t keep his hands off her, and Amber doesn’t want to fight the lust. Together they surprise each other with their need and feelings. However, Jasper’s gotten noticed in the ring, and now he has to pay the price.

He has to make a choice: go deeper into the fighting world and run the risk of losing his life and Amber, or run with his woman and find love, life, and happiness.

Be Warned: spanking, sex toys, anal sex

 

Excerpt:

“No. Stripping my clothes off for a man who doesn’t respect me has never appealed. Some of the women love it, and others do it because they have to. I’m not in any desperate need to be noticed by men.” She opened the sterile wipes and started to work on his face. He released a wince as the wipe glided over his cut. “Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything as she finished dressing the cut on his eye and placing a plaster over it.

“Respect?” he asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“You need respect to fuck?”

She smiled. “To a point, yeah. I’ve got to know the man sees me as more than a whore or someone who’s paid to do a job. I don’t know. It makes sense in my head.”

“I get it. I know what you’re trying to say.”

“Good, at least that makes one of us.” She moved onto his other cuts. When she was finished, she pressed her palm to his bruised cheek. “I’ve got nothing for the bruise. I wouldn’t go out fighting for a couple of days. Your face needs to heal, and if you keep splitting it open, it’s not going to heal.” She grabbed the bowl and walked it into his kitchen.

“Were you a nurse or something?” he asked.

“Nope, I read a book on first aid. Believe me, when I saw the cost of insurance and medical bills, I figured a few hundred dollars in medical books would save me a hell of a lot more over the years.” She’d burned herself a few months back, and with the book she was able to treat her own burn, which was a mild one. The thought of dealing with medical bills made her feel sick. She made good money but not enough to go wasting it on crap.

She threw the water down the drain and started to wash the bowl. His hands went to her waist as she was standing at his sink. Amber tensed, floored by the flood of arousal working around her body.

Dropping the bowl into the sink, she heard it smash. She made to turn around, but Jasper wouldn’t let her. He held onto her waist tightly keeping her facing the sink.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said, looking at the smashed bowl in the sink. The glass was all in the sink.

“Don’t worry about the bowl. I’m not.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “What are you doing?” she asked.

The heat of him surrounded her back. She didn’t know what to make of this sudden change within him.

Her hair was moved aside, and she felt his lips against her neck, kissing her.

“Can’t you feel that?” he asked.

One of his hands moved to her stomach. The arousal intensified as his fingers moved downward to the start of her shorts. She was breathing hard, wondering what she should do.

He was a fighter, and she worked in a strip club.

Jasper kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse. She closed her eyes, biting into her lip to try to contain the moan.

“Let it out, Amber. Let me hear you moan.”

“This is wrong.”

“Why? You’re not with anyone, and neither am I. This is more than okay. It’s meant to be.”

She couldn’t argue. The way he brought her body to life, Amber couldn’t think of a single argument to put up. Keeping her eyes closed, she rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself go.