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Revising, and a request for help
Just got the editorial notes for Storm Season today, so I need to go through and start working on those. The editor made a very good point about needing to bump up my bad guy (feh — salting in background data so that it doesn’t turn into an infodump is always a challenge), and questioned Ian’s new god ranking. I called him a Titan, since he was given his new powers directly by Gaia, but it may cause confusion. And on second thought, I could see how calling him a Titan would well and truly piss off Zeus, which is never a good idea.
So I have to come up with a completely new god ranking, dammit. Titan, Olympian…what comes after that? Anyone who can suggest a good ranking gets a walk-on in Storm Season. Go.
Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Shyla Colt
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Shyla Colt, whose smouldering new novel Vixen Healed is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.
Eight years ago Claire’s life was shattered when her fiancé lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murderer’s partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning.
Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?
Story Excerpt
“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”
“You saw me at my lowest.”
“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.
“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.
“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”
“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.
Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.
“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”
“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.
He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.
“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.
“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.” He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.
“It’s been a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.
“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.” I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.
“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.
“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.
“Are you ready for me, Claire?”
“God, yes.”
He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.
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About Shyla Colt
Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching ABC’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.
A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Doris O’Connor
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to the prolific Doris O’Connor, whose new entry in the smouldering Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed series Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed: Natasha is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. And now, here’s Doris!
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, “Hmm, this would make a good series.” However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.
Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly — scratch that — extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won’t run away screaming, when he sees them — right?
As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Story Excerpt
“I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely.”
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.
Something haunting he’d said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG’s face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG’s cock. Slick from Jonas’s mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG’s thigh and grasped the other man’s heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG’s groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG’s huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who’d have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
“Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. ”
Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG’s cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man’s hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas’s throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn’t push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn’t.
So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.
Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.
“Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don’t you? And as you’ve been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue.” He patted Jonas’s head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.
Natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas’s scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
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About Doris O’Connor
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.
Where to find Doris O’Connor
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Becoming His Little One
It’s Friday, darlings, which means I have something fabulously naughty for you to read this weekend. Today, I’m featuring Isabella Olivia Ellis’s new Romance on the Go™ novelette “Becoming His Little One,” now available from Evernight Publishing. Isabella’s story centers around Carolyn and her new-found interest in BDSM, but when her Dom’s real life duties interfere, can she handle the consequences?
Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.
As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they’ve found is worth the fight to keep it.
Story Excerpt
His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.
He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.
When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.
He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”
Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.
“You’re already making mistakes. You’re too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, not missing a beat.
He smiled coldly. “That’s better.” With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.
“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.
Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.
Confused, she looked up at him.
Smiling deviously, he said, “Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long.”
And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.
After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.
Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. “What is that thing?”
He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. “It’s a spreader bar, Little One. You’ve never seen one?”
“I have never even heard of that.”
“Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That’s good, now straighten your knee. Good.” He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.
Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn’t make a peep of complaint.
Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.
There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.
With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. “Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One,” Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.
His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.
The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn’s sensitive ass lay exposed.
Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.
“I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?”
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About Isabella Olivia Ellis
Isabella Olivia Ellis is a freelance writer of fiction, poetry, and erotica. She spends most of her days trying to hold her tongue in classes, and most of her nights singing classic rock songs to her child and starting stories she never finishes.
She considers Orange County, CA to be her home, but currently lives in Colorado with her daughter and a closet with far too many cocktail dresses.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Angelina Rain
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Angelina Rain, whose sweetly hot Free Read Bunnies and Batteries is now available from Evernight Publishing. Grace Alderson learns that product testing has some unexpected — and very welcome — side effects. And now, here’s Angelina!
Who doesn’t like a freebie? I know I enjoy getting things for free. A few years ago, I even became a book reviewer for the sake of getting free books. That made me think about what other things one could get for free and I thought: “Wouldn’t it be great to get free sex toys in exchange for a review?” That is where the idea for Bunnies and Batteries came from. And since it was free things that sparked that idea, I decided to give this book away for free. Go get it now!
What’s a girl to do when she has a sexy neighbor on her mind and a brand new vibrator in hand?
Grace Alderson is secretly in love with her neighbor, Clay Sawyer. She knows they don’t have a future together, not after what she did to him almost a year ago. There was no way he would forgive her for something as awful as that! Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize about his kisses and touches as she plays with her vibrator. When a strange sound wakes her from the orgasmic bliss, Grace realizes she’s not alone. Clay is in her house…watching her. Can they get over the past and find their happiness together?
Story Excerpt
The dog turned to him and Clay saw the begging in his eyes.
Damn it! He turned off the device and put it back down. Jumping over the fence, he intended only to open her kitchen door and let the dog inside. However, the instant he went to do it, a low scream pierced the air.
It was feminine and throaty and almost seductive. Like a whimper, one of possible pleasure or pain.
Maybe she was with…
No, he brushed the idea away. He hadn’t seen any man enter her house. But what if she had fallen and hurt herself?
He opened the door and Cello rushed in, running straight to his water bowl at the corner by the kitchen table.
Another moan pierced the air.
“Grace?”
No response.
He stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. Clay hadn’t been inside her house since their friendship ended. There were several times when she had invited him over for pizza and a movie when they were just friends. Before he ruined it with his romantic intentions. Her place hadn’t changed. He took in the same light kitchen with its white walls, white floors, and pale wood cabinets and table. The appliances were a light ivory and a bit aged. It was the black marble counter tops that brought life into the small space.
Stepping into the next room, he came into the dark living space. Flickering shadows of light from the fireplace danced across the walls, and soft music came from the television. Yet, what grabbed his attention was Grace.
She lay naked on the red leather couch, a black blanket under her back. One long, shapely leg thrown over the back while the other was on the hardwood floor. Her head was on a little red and black throw pillow. Long strands of golden hair were scattered around her head like a halo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as another soft moan escaped those luscious lips.
One hand tirelessly pinched a hard pink nipple. Her breasts weren’t big. They were a perfect handful, or mouthful.
His breath caught in his throat and his mouth fell open as he watched her. He wanted to touch those breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to bite onto one of those nipples and pull it lightly until she screamed for more. He wished to hear that soft moan again. And again!
Grace had a pink vibrator inside her core, pulling it in and out. The smell of sex filled the room and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his boxers. The scratch of it pained his penis head and he stuck his hand inside his shorts and stroked himself. The feel warmed him all over, and he wished it were her hand instead. His gaze fixed on Grace as she continued to pull the vibrator in and out.
He knew he should leave. Knew it was wrong to stand there, uninvited. Yet, Clay couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched, mouth agape, with his hand in his shorts. The strain became too painful and he pulled out his hand.
Grace switched hands, tweaking her other nipple as she continued pulling the vibrator in and out. Her legs started to tremble as she arched her back. Her mouth fell open and a scream escaped her throat. “Oh, Clay,” she said around a moan.
His cock jutted inside his shorts. Did he hear right? Did she really just say his name? Her eyes were still closed, so she couldn’t possibly know he stood before her. Could it be that she felt some of the same emotions toward him that he felt for her?
A groan escaped his throat at the thought of her returning his love. He bit his bottom lip, regretting the sound he made. He stared at her face as her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a darker blue than usual. Their gazes met. Her face quickly turned from pleasure, to shock, to panic, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
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About Angelina Rain
As a child, Angelina Rain wanted to be a fashion designer, artist, lawyer, psychologist, cop, and everything else known to man. It wasn’t until high school that she had a dream where she was a bestselling author. Awoken from the dream, Angelina knew what she wanted to do with her life.
The young divorcee dreams of some day finding her very own hero and a happily ever after just like the ones she writes about.
She resides in the southern suburbs of Chicago where she lives with her spoiled puppy.
Where to find Angelina Rain
Let’s Make a Deal
It has been brought to my attention that some readers wish “A Boon by Moonlight” was longer. The problem with that is, it was written for Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go™ line, which has a specific 12,000 word cut-off. I was pushing the envelope as it was with length, but that’s why the story is only novelette length.
But never let it be said that I don’t listen to my readers. So here’s the deal — if you buy a copy of “A Boon by Moonlight,” I would ask that you leave a review at Evernight Publishing, Amazon, All Romance E-Books, or Bookstrand. If the overall response is positive, I will write a full-length (90K minimum) novel about Zach and Jerrek, and I will make sure it’s published one way or the other.
After all, there’s a reason why Jerrek is avoiding Faerie right now…
Release Day: A Boon by Moonlight (And Win Glittering Prizes!)
Happy Friday, my darlings! Let’s kick off the weekend by celebrating the release of my brand spanking new Romance On the Go™ story “A Boon by Moonlight,” now available from Evernight Publishing, Amazon, and other purveyors of fine erotic romance.
Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble named Jerrek demands a night in his bed in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected consequences for his heart.
But wait, there’s more! I’m also running a contest with the following prizes:
• A hand-made peridot Willow Tree pendant from Belaurient Arts! Worked in the shape of a willow tree (the symbol of Jerrek’s house) the pendant is made from antique brass wire and polished peridot chips, and is suspended on an 18″ antique brass chain with a 1″ extender.
• A $20 Amazon gift certificate
• A $20 Evernight Publishing gift certificate
To win one of these prizes, simply leave your name and email address in the comments below before midnight CST on March 3, and answer one question — what tree is the symbol of Jerrek’s house? (Hint — look at the pendant.) You MUST answer the question to be entered in the contest.
Thanks for reading, and good luck with the contest!
Fabulous Friday Reads: Immortal Thirst
Hello, darlings, and do I have a delicious vampire story for you this weekend! The wickedly creative Tyler Robbins has just come out with her MMM paranormal tale Immortal Thirst, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. If you like vampires, gorgeous men and menage relationships, trust me, you’re going to love this book. Read and enjoy!
Vampire Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door.
Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long.
A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all.
Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?
Story Excerpt
Gauge cautiously entered a spacious loft with high vaulted ceilings and a dining room table filled with an assortment of food. To the right, he spotted a black, leather sofa with a very handsome and very naked man sprawled across it.
Gauge’s cock instantly twitched, his proclivity toward men revealing itself through his physical reaction.
“Hope you’re hungry.” Tristan’s voice resonated from the far left of the vast room.
Gauge’s gaze drifted away from the naked man and settled to where Tristan knelt at the foot of a chaise-lounge, intently suckling the inner thigh of yet another man.
The erotic moans of Tristan’s live meal filled the room, further stiffening Gauge’s shaft. Unsure what he should do, Gauge stepped back, only to be met by Caleb who handed him a glass of scotch. “Please, help yourself to whatever appeals to you.”
Dizzying thoughts danced in his mind. Which appetite should he satisfy first? This was new territory, far beyond the realms of even his vivid imagination. Should he indulge his physical hunger, his sexual needs, or neither, and keep his first day on the job strictly business?
“Perhaps he’s a watcher.” Caleb brushed past him as he strolled toward the lone man on the sofa.
Gauge drew in a deep breath to steady his spiraling nerves. “You feed right out in the open?”
Tristan ran his tongue up the length of the human’s cock then smiled. “They have no objections.” He then pricked his wrist with the tip of a pointy fang and allowed a few crimson drops to coat the lips of his quarry.
The man licked the blood, and his pupils immediately dilated.
“They drink from you?” Gauge swallowed hard, still trying to keep his wits about him.
“They give me the gift of an existence without pain. I give them unimaginable pleasure.” Tristan then kissed the man and returned to feasting upon his inner thigh.
Gauge glanced over at Caleb, who stood before the other man with his pants unzipped, gazing down intently as the man eagerly sucked his cock. Caleb’s hips rolled with the motion of the man’s bobbing head.
Caleb eyed Gauge with a smug grin. “He’s really good.”
Gauge licked his lips and wandered back toward the table where he blindly reached for a chair and took a seat. His heart pounded, and his cock pulsed. So fucking hot.
He’d been to clubs featuring group sex in back rooms, and had even participated once, but that was a long time ago and blood definitely hadn’t been involved. The erotic way Tristan fed only excited him more.
Gauge’s prick pressed tight against his jeans, and he fought the urge to jack off.
Tristan licked blood from his lips, nudged his partner to the side and joined him on the lounger. He skimmed his fingers across the man’s stomach, enough to make him shudder, but his seductive gaze remained locked on Gauge. “A ghastly sight, isn’t it?”
Gauge swallowed hard, his head booming from the erotic shock of it all. “Not at all.”
With speed too fast to measure, Tristan stood before him, his cock wet and stiff, smelling of sex and the unmistakable metallic scent of blood, an aroma Gauge recognized. “I suppose you’ve seen worse than a vampire fucking his meal?”
“Much worse.” That’s the understatement of the year.
Gauge tried not to dwell on the images which flashed through his mind. The macabre memory of flames reaching far above the rooftops of the small village where they’d burned the decapitated bodies of innocent victims and the vampires who had murdered them. The memory of diesel fuel mixed with the putrid stench of singeing hair and roasting skin Gauge thought would be embedded in his brain forever, also sneaked out from the recesses of his mind where he’d safely tucked them away.
He shot up from the chair, overwhelmed and uncertain of what was worse, the haunting memories of the massacre, or how easily the thought of fucking this sexy vampire appealed to his body and mind, so much stronger than his desire to kill him.
Tristan eased closer and inhaled deeply, then turned his attention to the other vampire. “Caleb, take them away.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Gauge saw Caleb step back immediately followed by the snapping sound of fingers. “You heard my master. Let’s take this party on the road, boys.”
Gauge’s muscles tensed as he resisted reaching out and wrapping Tristan’s long hair around his fist and fucking him like there was no tomorrow.
As the door closed behind them, Tristan ran his hand down Gauge’s arm. “Kathryn told you, didn’t she?”
Gauge drew in a deep breath. “Not sure what you mean, Sir.”
“She told you how I came to be a vampire. How she plucked me quite literally from the brink of death and how my need for sex is the only thing to rival my thirst for blood.”
“She told me you had a way about you I’d possibly relate to.” Gauge understood now. Kathryn’s recommendation included benefits Gauge had never imagined.
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About Tyler Robbins
Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.
Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.
Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!
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Wicked Wednesday Reads: Truth or Dare
Hello, darlings! It’s time to spice up your week with a sinfully Sapphic Romance on the Go entry from Evernight Publishing. Michaela Rhua’s Truth or Dare is the story of business colleagues Jess and Leah, who have always kept their personal lives strictly in the friend zone — until now. Check out the excerpt below for a teaser!
Leah and Jess have been friends for years, and having set up business together, they are even more aware of the need to keep things strictly professional. However all that changes after one drunken dare leads them to discover unbelievable passion. Who knew when friends become lovers the result would be so explosive and life altering, even if things seem different in the cold light of day. Can two friends face the truth and find happiness or was it a dare too far?
Story Excerpt
Leah sat shocked as Jess threw herself into an impromptu sexy routine. She began with seductive hip swinging. She threw her head down in front of Leah, and then quickly back so her golden locks fell messily around her face. Oh hell, she looked so hot.
Next came a slow unbuttoning of her shirt and Jess took her time in revealing a purple lace bra holding those full breasts in place.
Leah took a gulp of wine, not believing her eyes.
Jess grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together as the song continued with its sensual lyrics.
Leah licked her lips, wanting to lick those fulsome breasts.
Jess took hold of the chair nearest to Leah. Standing on it, she began to unbuckle her belt, which she threw dramatically across the bar.
Leah’s mouth went dry at the vision of pure sex on legs in front of her. Moisture leaked from her pussy, wetting her panties. She leaned forward in her chair. The movement created friction against her pussy. The vision before her combined with the spinning light, sensual music, and the friction of the chair was driving her to the brink of orgasm.
Jess grabbed her crotch and rubbed the area, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She began to unzip her jeans slowly, not taking her eyes off Leah.
That eye-to-eye contact sent shivers of arousal through Leah, but the combination of actions caused the sexy blonde bombshell to lose her balance. Suddenly Leah saw Jess tumble. She shot out of her seat, but she was too late to catch Jess, who hit the floor.
“Oh my God. Are you okay, Jess?” Leah looked down at her friend, who lay with eyes closed and body motionless. Panic rising inside her, she looked round to see where her phone was to call an ambulance.
Suddenly the other woman erupted into a fit of giggles, much to Leah’s relief.
“Seriously, Jess, I thought you hit your head or something!” Leah moaned, letting relief wash over her now that she realized her friend wasn’t hurt. Her heartbeat was just returning to normal.
Jess held out her hand to Leah. Their fingers meshed together and Jess pull her down to the floor.
As blue eyes held her own, Leah knew her breathing had become uneven. Was this the dream she had longed to come true for so long? The club was silent. The track had finished. The disco lights spun, a shower of multi-colored lights creating a magical space around them.
Leah lowered her head down. It was a now or never moment. She looked at her friend with her halo of golden hair spread around her. She looked like an angel on the midnight floor.
Jess’ eyes softened the closer she got. Leah’s lips hovered over hers. She licked them slowly before kissing Jess passionately. She felt Jess’ hands in her hair, holding their lips together. She wants this as much as I do. Leah stroked Jess’ hair while her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and massaging.
Jess spread her legs under Leah and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer.
Leah ground her hips into Jess, enjoying the friction. She pinched a nipple, eliciting a groan from the woman beneath her. She moved from her lips to her neck, licking and biting the delicate skin down to her breasts. She sucked the hardened nipple though the lace and Jess’ moans became louder, her hands holding the back of Leah’s head to her breast.
Leah took her time enjoying the body she had longed to make love to. Her pussy was wet, but she wanted to focus on Jess’ needs not her own. She went from one nipple to the other before pulling the bra up to reveal full breasts with pink, wet nipples. She squeezed the breasts together, drawing both nipples into the center, then licked a trail from one to another.
Jess squirmed under her, gasping with each lick.
Leah kissed down her flat stomach to her hips. Her zipper was halfway down so Leah unzipped it completely, revealing matching lace undies. She pulled at the jeans.
Jess sat up a little to help ease them off, removing her shirt and bra at the same time.
She lay down and Leah drank in the sight of her creamy skin, pink in places where she had sucked or gently bitten. She buried her head between Jess’ legs, and she found the lace was wet with the other woman’s juices. Leah sucked her clit through the lace, enjoying the taste of her.
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About Michaela Rhua
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst traveling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Doris O’Connor
Today’s slightly belated Sunday Shoutout goes to Doris O’Connor, whose new Romance on the Go story Sol and the Magic Fingers is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. If you’ve ever wanted a magic e-reader that could generate the man of your dreams from an erotic romance story, you’re going to love Sol and the Magic Fingers. And now, here’s Doris!
Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.
This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote itself. I’ve always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical e-reader, I immediately thought, “Oohh, now there’s an idea.”
I was busy with other things, until New Year’s Eve, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.
Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year’s Eve and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile, and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the next morning saw me type The End.
So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…
Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen’s one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn’t seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?
Story Excerpt
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn’t leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she’d been reading appeared on the screen. Well, Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn’t stop herself from murmuring her wish.
“If only you could magic me a real life man like the ones in your stories.” The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That’s what she needed, a nice long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object. She would see…
She switched on the shower and stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn’t really standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover’s hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
“I’ve got you. Just let yourself feel.” The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
“Who are you?” She had to ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just increased the intensity of her feelings.
“I’m Sol, and I’m here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?”
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About Doris O’Connor
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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