Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to London Saint James, whose second volume of deliciously sexy tales is now available in Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 2 from Evernight Publishing. Make sure you check out Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One as well!

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

 A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

 An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

 And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Story Excerpt

“Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.

“What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.

Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”

She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.

Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.

“Do that again,” I said.

The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.

Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.

Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.

“Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.

Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.

“I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.

I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.

“Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.

She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”

“You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”

Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.

“I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“What else do you love about me?”

“I’m not telling.”

I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”

She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”

Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.

Where To Buy

Evernight Publishing

About London Saint James

London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song.  Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.”

The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor.  She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back.

London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty.  She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to the prolific Tyler Robbins, whose new book A Beautiful Lie from Evernight Publishing has been climbing the bestseller charts at Amazon. As Tyler herself says: Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.

Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Story Excerpt

Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.

“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”

Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”

Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”

Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”

“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.

Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.

Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.

Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”

Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.

“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.

Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.

As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.

Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.

Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.

Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.

Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.

Where To Buy

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Where to find Tyler Robbins

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Raven McAllan, whose sultry new Regency Cecilia’s Claim (Book Two in her Behind Closed Doors series with Lee Brazil) is now available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. Here’s what Raven has to say about her new book:

I’ve bought chocolate to say thank you — and a big grin…Cecilia’s Claim is book two in a Regency Series I’m writing with Lee Brazil. Each book in the series, which is called Behind Closed Doors, is stand alone, although of course we’d love you to read them all…

Because…

Everyone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock…

About Cecilia…

She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?

Cecy’s willpower is never strong when she’s around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just on what form the ‘more’ should take?

Story Excerpt

“Are we safe here?” Cecy dropped her pelisse on the ground and stretched her arms above her head. The gesture emphasized her breasts, and they threatened to pop out over the top of her simple muslin gown. Caleb swallowed, and held his hands tight to his sides, to curb his inclination to touch and taste.

She stared at him, with her dark green eyes, the irises of which were of a color he’d seen on no one else. Her head was cocked to one side, and one eyebrow rose in query. He realized he hadn’t answered her question.

“As safe as we can be. It’s daylight, which could be a problem once we move away and onto the moor. However I am expected to be out and about during the day, so that is in our favor. Once your identity is known, that will not be in yours or Randall’s. I still fail to understand why it was thought this was a good place to send you, when his job puts you in a position as a bargaining tool. Peregrine slipped up there. It seems he put image and position over your safety and in truth I’m amazed at his lack of forethought. Seriously Cecy, you’ll have to leave the village. I’ll take you to the moor, and get a message to Randall to say he needn’t worry.” He watched her and waited for a reaction. When it came it was not the one he expected.

Cecy walked toward the stream and knelt beside it, dipping her hands into the cool water and splashed it over her face. Her gown caught tight under her and emphasized the curve of her arse. Caleb decided chivalry was much overrated. He moved swiftly across the glade, the grass masking his footsteps.

He leant over, his chest hard up against her back. Cecy tried to straighten, but he held her in the position she was and captured her hands in his. Her moan was not a protest, nor was the way her breathing had increased. The soft sheen on her skin was not fear or chill, and she pushed back as best she could, which increased the contact between them.

His prick, ever ready willing and waiting, thickened and jerked under the confines of his pantaloons.

Cecy gave a breathless laugh. “Ah my lord, your cock remembers me, such a pity his pleasure must be denied.”

Caleb kissed the nape of her neck, and relished the shiver she gave. “Must it love? Why must it? You want me, as you can tell I want you…” He kissed her neck again, sucked and soothed as he encircled her in his arms and rested his hands under her breasts, his fingers splayed across the fine material that covered them. “So?”

She twisted her head to look up at him. “So, no thank you, my lord. Oh my body wants you, there is no doubt of that, but my mind is wary. I know what you and Philippe demanded of me, and I don’t suppose your ideas have changed much in such a short while. I do not embrace pain my lord, in any shape or form. That includes in my mind as well as my body. And truly I am fearful. It seems I am not such a rebel as I had thought. I worry for you and Philippe as it is, in case you are decried in public and held to account. If we became three and that was made public I fear for our lives. So it is not just the pain, although that…well that is so alarming I feel sick just wondering in what form it would be. It is the pain of uncertainty. And knowing how easily our happiness could be destroyed.”

Cal stood up and drew her to her feet, spinning her so they were face to face. He brushed her hair from her cheek.

“Are you sure it would be pain, love? The line between pleasure and pain is blurred, and often cannot be separated. All we want is to show you everything we can do to give you the greatest pleasure.” He waited, scarce able to breathe. Her breath was ragged, and her eyes had taken on that soft sheen of passion. “Remember how you felt when I touched you here.” He put his hand between them and rubbed her quim. Even through her skirts he fancied he could feel her heat. She pushed into his hand. Emboldened, Caleb moved his other hand behind her and gathered the material

Where To Buy

Evernight Publishing

About Raven McAllan

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

Where to find Raven McAllan

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Rebecca Brochu, whose new Romance on the Go book Undercover Lover is now available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. This sizzling tale of an undercover cop posing as a hooker and the Good Samaritan club owner who falls for him is well worth the price!

When vice cop Gentry Trecall is informed that he’s going to be going undercover as a hooker, thanks to the city’s latest bid to crack down on prostitution, he’s skeptical but resigned.  What he doesn’t expect is to encounter someone like Dublin MacAulay, the owner of the popular night club The Pale that just so happens to be right across the street from the corner Gentry has been assigned.

With the gruff but sincere way he tries to get Gentry off of the street Dublin’s unlike anyone Gentry’s ever met before.  An unspoken attraction lingers between the two and the truth about Gentry’s profession is the only thing that keeps it at bay.  But when the truth finally does come out will Dublin be able to forgive Gentry for the lie he’s had to tell?  Or will his undercover work lose Gentry the lover of his dreams?

Story Excerpt

“I didn’t think this far ahead,” Gentry admitted quietly. His lips were slick and dark from being kissed, and Dublin pulled himself back from Gentry’s neck only to surge forward again to recapture them. Their tongues slid against each other, hot and wet and deliciously dirty, before Dublin pulled back again with a low groan.

“What do you want, Gentry? You have to tell me. You have to say it,” Dublin rasped, voice husky and eyes heavy lidded.

Gentry’ mouth fell open, and his eyes dropped to Dublin’s lips as he swallowed hard against the wave of vicious desire that roared through him. “I want everything. I want you and me naked in your bed, or on this bar, or where ever I can have you right now. I want you to fuck me hard and fast or deep and slow. I want you to give us both what we’ve been wanting since we met, and then I want you to do it over again. Please,” Gentry added. His cheeks burned red, and he licked his lips nervously as he met Dublin’s gaze head on.

Dublin didn’t say a word, but he wasted no time in ushering Gentry to his feet. He led Gentry towards the back of the club and up a flight of steps into what Gentry could immediately tell was his private office. Dublin tumbled them both down onto the couch, his hot, firm weight pressing Gentry down into the thick cushions, and then Dublin kissed him again.

Where To Buy

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Where to find Rebecca Brochu

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Michelle Clay, whose new book Light the Shadows: Grimm Novel 1 is now available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. If you’re looking for a full-length paranormal romance with a hot central couple and enough danger to keep the Winchester Brothers on their toes, look no further.

You only get one chance at life then you die. The game’s over, no second chances. But she was never one to follow all the rules.

In a strange twist of fate, a woman flees purgatory only to jump into a newly vacated body. When she wakes in the hospital, she has a brand new life and a whole lot of unanswered questions. Now she’s Micah Munroe, a real estate agent with broken memories of the messed up life she once lived. A mysterious man who claims to be Death says she’s his granddaughter and that she’s something called a grimm.

Sully knows she’s an imposter because he reaped the soul of the real Micah only a week ago. He suspects she might be a misplaced shadow, what he calls spirits and vengeful ghosts. He becomes obsessed with finding out who she really is and just how she inhabited a new body. He’ll stop at nothing to find the truth and send her back to purgatory where she belongs. What he didn’t bargain on was how his body would react to her or how powerful the white light within her is.

When a powerful shadow and her horde of angry spirits kidnaps Sully’s best friend, they must work together to get him back. Fighting their feelings for each other isn’t half as difficult as fighting the army of shadows bent on starting a war with the living.

Story Excerpt

His husky drawl sent a vibration of hunger through her and ignited a fire deep within her core. “You are so fucking hot.”

Recapturing her mouth, he pressed against her, proving just how hot, how hard she made him. Micah whimpered, and he drew his mouth away from her lips. Just like his tongue and hands, his incredibly sexy eyes ignited a fire within her.

“Sully.” She bit her lower lip and reveled in knowing she was the reason he was so hard.

His fingers were at her waist, unzipping then dragging the dress pants down her hips. Micah trembled with need as he shucked them from her legs and dropped them onto the floor. He closed the space between them, and her thighs closed around his waist. Her sex drowned with desire, clouding her mind with seductive thoughts and want. With him so intimately close, his hard-on pressed against her through the damp lace of her panties. She shifted her hips, and Sully rewarded her with a groan.

“Tell me something.” He grinned wickedly then slid his fingers up her inner thigh. They inched closer to her pool of desire and made her heartbeat race. “Are you wet?”

Her hands lifted from his shoulders, ran through his silken hair and down to his chest. Her nimble fingers fluttered across his shirt and even reached the second button before his hand closed over hers, stilling it. He prevented her from going any further by pulling her hand to his mouth. One by one, he kissed her fingers.

She frowned and pulled away from him to look up into his eyes. “Sully, I want…”

“I know what you want, doll.” His eyes glittered with feral passion.

A gasp shuddered past her lips when Sully’s index finger slid past the ribbon-thin panties then traveled downward. His finger slid through the tight coils of hair at the juncture of her thighs then lightly grazed her most delicate area. She clutched his shoulders and tightened her thighs around him. “Sully!”

“Want me to stop?” His voice was full of gravel and sexy as hell.

She nipped his bottom lip. “Don’t you dare.”

Where To Buy

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Where to find Michelle Clay

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Elyzabeth M. VaLey, whose tasty new paranormal erotic romance A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Elyzabeth was kind enough to answer a few questions about herself and her writing:

1. What made you want to be a writer?

I don’t think it was a conscious decision. Writing and making up stories has always been part of who I am. However, I guess if I really had to dig for an answer it would be in my passion for reading. Even before I learned how to read, I already loved books and the possibilities they give you. There is nothing like losing yourself in a good book. Love, action, suspense, history, you can be anyone, anywhere. It’s magical.

2. How did you get started writing erotic romance?

It was Santa’s fault. LOL. Allow me to explain, when I started writing with the conscious decision to be published, I wrote sweet romance, but my stories were missing something. One cold December night, I decided to spice things up a bit. I was an erotic romance reader, so why not a writer too? With that idea and Christmas around the corner, I wrote The Sweetest Christmas Candy and walked my first steps into the erotic romance world as an author.

3. Do you write in any other genres?

 Yes, as a matter a fact my first published full length novel, A Decade of Longing, was a historical and my Romance on the Go Welcome Aboard is a contemporary.

4. What inspired you to write the book we’re discussing today?

A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood began thanks to a flash fiction writing group called “Wednesday Briefs”. The prompt that gave birth to Adrian was “I’d like to make you an offer…”, though already I had been toying with the idea of dragons and demons in an earlier flash in which the prompt we had to use was: “His/her eyes were as green as…” Adrian’s eyes are green, a rarity in the demon/dragon worlds.  

5. Do you have any other works in progress?

Not yet. However, I recently signed a contract for an upcoming release with Evernight Publisher titled Spanish Diversion. It’s a male-male contemporary erotic romance with BDSM elements that takes place in Spain.  

6. When you’re not slaving away at the keyboard, what else do you like to do?

 When I’m not at the keyboard I can usually be found outside, walking or playing with my Labrador, having some tapas and beers with friends or simply spending some time with my mom and sister.

7. Lightning round: Benedict Cumberbatch or Jensen Ackles? (Yes, you can pick your own 🙂 )

Jensen Ackles. Though, if I can pick my own then I’d go for Chris Hemsworth or Christian Bale or Tyler Kitsch or James Marsden or Jared Leto… I could just go on and on. LOL.

He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear…

Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.

Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.

Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.

Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?

Story Excerpt

Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped.

“Already?”

In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak.

“You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.”

His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes.

“Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.”

Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him.

“Adrian.”

She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening.

“You don’t want this, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall.

“I do want it.”

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths.

“No, Victoria. You don’t want this.”

Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away.

“Get a grip, Vicky.”

Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.

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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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.

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Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Christle Grey, whose hot new SF erotic romance Burn With Me: Legend of the Sun Whisperers is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. And now, here’s Christle!

Thanks for having me on your blog today! I’m super excited to have the chance to share my latest story and first foray into the sci-fi romance genre, Burn With Me. As many of my stories, the creation of the Sun Whisperers came about during a bout of insomnia, my muse keeping me awake with her ramblings. (She does that a lot). Draco Taralundar was born, a lonely, fiery angel as old as the universe, finding salvation on a somewhat primitive planet as he fights to make sense of his place in the grand scheme of things. Burn With Me is the first in what I hope to be a trilogy, so enjoy! (I have to get busy on the next one…)

Maddelyn Sowers and her niece, Serra, struggle daily to survive. Their once beautiful home has been devastated by a race of alien warriors called the Raknorg, who have stripped the planet of its resources, and unleashed a deadly sickness that is slowly killing the population. Inexplicably immune from the disease, Maddelyn has witnessed her family members and friends die, young Serra next on the disease’s list.

Their world is shaken even further when a mysterious stranger literally falls from the sky one night. Though his presence puts them in danger, Maddelyn can’t refuse the plea for help in his golden eyes. Draco Taralundar claims to be a Sun Whisperer, the last of an ancient race descended from the sun. Maddelyn has difficulty reconciling the handsome man with the fantastic tales of her youth, but his capacity for healing and wielding the powers of fire are hard to ignore, renewing her hope for the first time in years. But will the fire that burns deep within his soul save what’s left of her heart, or consume them both?

Story Excerpt

Draco’s voice vibrated his chest against her cheek. Again, she was sure she hadn’t spoken aloud. But that thought melted away as his warmth around her chased away the nightmare and some of her pain. He promised to be her protector. Her guardian. Her angel.

Awareness of his smooth skin against her cheek faintly crept into her thoughts.  Maddelyn brought her hand up and rested it on his chest. The muscles flexed under her touch, his arms tightened around her protectively. He was so warm. So alive. It was almost enough for her to forget the despair that had engulfed her life. Maybe even more than almost.

Heat rolled off him in waves and seeped into her body. The warmth spread through her veins and sped up her heart as it banished the numbness, pulling her far away from the black beast that threatened to devour her in her grief. So much of her life had turned into protecting herself and her family, she’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel connected to someone. How letting someone into your heart might actually help it repair itself.

Maddelyn rubbed her cheek against his iron-solid chest like a cat, inhaling his scent.  Sunshine. He smelled like sunshine on a summer day as it bathed her and the flowers that used to bloom in the park in its light. Sunshine mixed with the muskiness of man.

Draco’s breathing accelerated, his heart beating wildly under her cheek. Her lips lightly grazed his collar bone and he stilled, his arms going rigid around her.

“Maddelyn.”  His voice had turned husky with need, but still contained an edge of wariness.

Maddelyn wasn’t entirely sure of what she was doing, but she let her brain take a back seat as her body responded to Draco. All she knew was that his touch and his warmth helped her forget everything else. There was no death. No Raknorg. No sadness. Only him. Only her. Only this.

“Please, Draco,” she whispered against his neck. I just want to forget. Please make me forget. She hoped her simple plea would convey the words that flashed inside her brain, but could not be said aloud. It might not last, but any reprieve from this hell would be a welcome one. Pulling someone close as a way to deal with loss. She’d seen it before. Watched as people clung to each other in the face of so much death, desperate to feel alive and chase away the loneliness that would consume their souls.

She tilted her head to gaze into his eyes. A faint glow pulsed in the tawny depths, yet his brow creased with uncertainty. He brought his hand up and cradled her cheek, lightly tracing her jaw line with his thumb. Just his touch did wonders to ease the ache in her heart.

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About Christle Gray

Christle Gray was born and raised in Ohio, but lives in Kentucky with her husband and one frisky black cat. She’s a Gemini, which means she’s of two minds about everything, and has more projects in progress than she can ever hope to complete in one lifetime. Her interests vary as widely as her opinions, and she’s in no short supply of either. Just go ahead and ask. One of the many voices yammering on in her head is bound to answer.

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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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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.

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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.

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