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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Naomi Clark
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Naomi Clark, whose hot new Romance on the Go story The Beast of Birch Hill is now available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. Enjoy!
Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that – rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.
Story Excerpt
Emma awoke in a tangle of sheets to the sound of running water. She sat up, finger-combing her knotted hair, and looked around for Abi. The door to the en suite was open and she could just make out Abi’s silhouette behind the frosted glass shower door. Her pussy throbbed, an almost Pavlovian reaction, and for a second she contemplated slipping in there with her.
Then her phone, discarded along with her jeans last night, started ringing. Cursing, but unable to ignore it, she leaned over the side of the bed to grab it. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.
“Hello?”
“What happened last night? Where were you?”
It took her sleep-hazed brain a second to recognize the voice, and a second longer to realize Jed wasn’t asking her about her sex life. “Something came up. I couldn’t make it out there. Why do you care anyway?” she asked, realizing she sounded rude just a little too late. “I mean, we hadn’t planned to go up to the woods together, after all.”
“No, but I went anyway. You city folks, you think you know the woods, you think you’re gonna be safe, but you don’t know shit, so I went to keep an eye on you. And guess what?”
“You wasted your night? I’m sorry, Jed, but—”
“There was another kill!” he said, almost triumphantly.
Emma stilled. “A cat kill?”
“That’s right. Big old deer, just slaughtered and left on the trail. If you’d been out there with your camera like you said, you’d have caught it all.”
“There’s no guarantee of that,” Emma said. “But I’d like to come and have a look now, see if there are any more paw prints or anything.”
“Well, the deer isn’t going anywhere,” Jed said. “Meet you at the trail’s start in an hour, if you can make time for it.”
He hung up without waiting for her reply. Emma swore softly and tossed the phone across the bed just as Abi emerged from the shower. The sight of her wrapped in a mint green towel, her dark hair dripping water down her cleavage, was briefly distracting.
“What’s up?” Abi asked.
“Jed just called. He found a deer kill in the woods – the Beast strikes again, I guess. He’s annoyed I wasn’t out there to capture it all on tape.”
Abi frowned. “That can’t be right.”
“What can’t?”
“The Beast, the cat – I mean…it can’t…didn’t you just go see a kill yesterday? Cats don’t hunt that often, surely?”
“This one seems to be killing for fun,” Emma said, climbing out of bed. “So I guess I should go take a look.”
Abi clutched at her towel, expression worried. “If you did find it, or get it on film or whatever, what then? What would you do?”
Emma shrugged. “I wouldn’t do anything except blog about it. I’m not out to capture the Beast or kill it or anything. But if I do get proof of an alien big cat out here, I want to talk about it!” Her initial lack of enthusiasm at Jed’s call was fading away. The thought of uncovering a mystery, even a small one, and sharing the answer with the world, was irresistible. And sure, there would be a mundane explanation – escaped zoo animal, abandoned exotic pet – but it would still be part of the bigger puzzle. That was worth getting excited about.
She went to kiss Abi as she passed to use the shower, but Abi barely seemed to notice. She was still frowning, staring at the bed they’d shared last night as if it suddenly just materialized there.
“Abi? You okay?” Emma touched her arm lightly and Abi jumped.
“No. Yeah, I mean, yeah, I’m fine. I just…hey.” She looked up at Emma, chewing her lip. “Could I come with you?”
“You wanna come see a dead deer?”
Abi smiled. “Sure. Maybe I can make it into dinner later.”
Emma laughed, but a touch of unease crept over her. The feeling didn’t make sense, so she tried to ignore it. “I don’t see why not. It’s probably not going to be any fun though, with Jed there.”
“That’s fine. I never expect dead things to be fun.”
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About Naomi Clark
Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
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Wicked Wednesday Reads: The Summer Heat
It’s time once again to help you over your Hump Day and spice up your week with a sizzling summer erotic romance from Evernight Publishing. This week, I’m featuring Elodie Parkes and her new books The Summer Heat — check out the excerpt below for a teaser!
The inspiration came from a tree being cut down in the communal gardens where I currently live. I didn’t even see it felled, but I was immensely saddened as this was a healthy young tree. In my story, the gorgeous guys are cutting down a diseased tree in their garden, and that’s how they see Annabel move in next door.
When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?
Story Excerpt
They got through her front door before they leapt on each other.
Nate didn’t know how they got their clothes off. The haze of lust at the deliciousness of her kisses fogged his brain. They were in Annabel’s living room, and he was already pounding into her.
Her lips brushed against his ear. Her whispers and moans mingled with his moaning.
He held her under the ass and fucked her hard as she clung to him.
Her hands on his shoulders, she met his thrusts with her hips raised.
His orgasm started with his balls tightening so that he thrust into her as deep as he could. Into his heart dropped the need to make sure she came. He slowed down, kissed her lips, nibbled down her neck, and sucked there.
She bucked her hips to his.
He ground his cock on her clit as he slid into her again.
She moaned into his mouth.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she pressed her body against him, and he knew she was coming. It filled him with love. He didn’t need to pound into her to come. His orgasm flowed over him as he kissed her. It buckled his knees and weakened his thighs as the ripples of sensation jerked his cock inside her. Nate groaned as Annabel’s tongue touched the tip of his. He pressed his stomach against her enjoying the pressure and satin texture of her skin on his. A melting sensation drifted over him, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
“How do you feel?” He whispered against her ear.
She made a little sound, not quite a word.
He interpreted it as pleasure. That’s what it sounded like to him, as if she’d tasted something good. He lifted his head and kissed her tenderly. “Next time, maybe we can slow down, but I needed that so bad.”
Where to Buy
Evernight Publishing
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About Elodie Parkes
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, Evernight, and Siren.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
Where to find Elodie Parkes
Fabulous Friday Reads: A Ticket to Love
Let’s kick off this lovely weekend with Rebecca Brochu and her delicious new erotic romance A Ticket to Love, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance.
When Grayson Harkess arrests the wrong socialite’s son and is busted back down to traffic duty by his captain, he’s understandably upset and angry. With no other option but to wait his punishment out Grayson spends his shifts vindictively ticketing his fellow officers and biding his time until he can go back to what he should be doing: solving real crimes.
Miserable and frustrated Grayson doesn’t see an upside to his situation. Not until he tickets a sports car for double parking and bumps right into the man of his dreams. Luke Hill owns a local cafe, has horrible fashion sense and on top of being gorgeous is also, apparently, completely incapable of parking his car legally. Grayson doesn’t mind though, not when ticketing the man again and again turns into a standing lunch date and the chance to get to know Luke on a more … intimate level.
Story Excerpt
Luke writhed then, grabbed at Grayson’s hair and tugged hard. Grayson glanced up at him but didn’t stop. He stayed there on his knees and kept massaging the underside of Luke’s cock with his tongue. “Stop, Grayson. I don’t want to come yet,” Luke gasped out. “Not until you’re in me.”
Grayson groaned, squeezed his eyes shut, and pressed the heel of his free hand hard against the base of his own cock. Finally he pulled off of Luke and gained his feet as he licked a wet trail all the way up Luke’s body to his mouth.
Grayson kissed him then, long, slow, and deep. Luke match him move for move, and grinned up at him as Grayson pulled back with one last, long suck on Luke’s bottom lip.
“You have anything?” Grayson asked roughly. “Didn’t exactly come prepared.”
“Desk.” Luke panted and then twisted and stretched back across the surface of the desk to fumble one of the drawers open. He made a sound of triumph and twisted back around, a condom and a small tube in his hand and a grin on his face. “Got it.”
“Should I be worried or flattered that you’re so prepared?” Grayson asked as he leaned down and mouthed at Luke’s collarbone.
“Flattered.” Luke groaned out. “Definitely flattered since I bought it just for you.”
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About Rebecca Brochu
Rebecca is proud to say that she lives in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally she spends most of her days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.
As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that she has a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd’s, and books that number too many to count she is often neck deep in some fantasy world.
She is also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.
Where to find Rebecca Brochu
So, just had my 48th birthday
And it was lovely — Ramón gave me a lingerie shopping spree as my present (woohoo!), and I got tons of birthday wishes all over social media so I was quite the happy camper. Would have been even happier if I’d been at SDCC or RWA14, but I’m going to London this year for Worldcon so I can’t really complain. Plus there’s always next year, right? (Although when a friend of mine at SDCC got an impromptu picture with both Jared Padalecki and a somewhat tiddly Misha Collins, I may have turned a slight shade of chartreuse.)
In writing news, I’m plowing ahead on my Planet Alpha submission and I’ll have a second teaser up tomorrow for MidWeek Tease. Hope nobody minds a big action scene at the end — well, hey, if you kidnap an Alphan warrior’s human bondmate, you have to expect him and his Xyran mate to open a can of alien whoopass on you, right? Fingers crossed that Evernight feels the same way. Once that’s off, I’ll get to work editing Breaker Zone with an eye on submitting it by August 13. After THAT, I go back to work on Behind the Iron Cross so that I can get it making the agent rounds in September. Plus people have been asking for Trickster and Two to Tango sequels.
Arrgh. Why do I have to sleep?
Fabulous Friday Reads: Broken Neon
Hey, gang, let’s start off a great July weekend with a smoking new M/M erotic romance from the prolifically talented Tyler Robbins! Broken Neon is a sexy page-turner set in the country music biz, and it’s guaranteed to keep you hooked until the last page. Read on!
Country music singer, Zane Alexander has struggled to keep his sexuality a secret, but hiding his attraction to their new guitarist, Finn Presswood, is damn near impossible.
On the run from a dangerous ex-lover, Finn has secrets of his own, but his feelings for Zane isn’t one of them.
When the new song they co-wrote leads to a recording contract with a major Nashville label, it becomes clear that their lives are about to change. Unfortunately, secrets are harder to hide in the limelight, so Zane fake-dating a famous supermodel whose career is on the line as well, seems like the best solution for everyone.
Their dreams are finally within their grasp until Finn’s past catches up, and no matter how much the two men love each other, happiness is never guaranteed.
If good intentions pave the road to hell, then broken neon paves the road to Nashville.
Story Excerpt
As he crossed the threshold, he tossed his hat onto the table and made a beeline to the mini-fridge. The door closed behind them, but Zane paid it little mind as he bent down to retrieve two cold beers. When he turned around, his heart skipped a beat.
Finn stood directly behind him, his shirt already unbuttoned and his jaw flexed taut. The hungry look in Finn’s eyes made Zane’s cock swell.
“Shit.” Zane let the bottles of beer fall to the floor as Finn moved in.
Their teeth clanked together from the voracious kiss, igniting the explosive passion that had been building between them. Tongues tangled, battling for domination, while clothes and boots flew about the room.
“I’ve wanted this…” Finn panted. “So fucking long.”
“Shut the hell up.” Zane shoved Finn back onto the bed and crawled up the length of him.
Zane felt Finn’s hardened cock jam into his side, and he reached down to stroke it without hesitation.
Finn pushed Zane’s hand away and flipped him over, then glared down into his eyes. “You better make this last.” Finn’s gravelly tone only added to the need pulsing through Zane’s cock.
He kissed Finn’s shoulder and chest as he dug his nails into Finn’s back.
Finn winced and kissed Zane even harder, rocking his groin against Zane’s thigh.
Pre-cum seeped from Finn’s thick shaft, dampening Zane’s skin. He swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to lick the crown clean. He gripped Finn’s cock, and stroked it, causing Finn to bite down on Zane’s bottom lip as they kissed.
Zane reciprocated by sucking Finn’s lip into his mouth, while his mind ventured to thoughts of what he’d rather be sucking. The desire surprised Zane a little. Usually, he was the one being pleasured, but this was different. Zane wanted to get Finn off so badly, he could taste it.
He pushed up on Finn’s shoulders and kissed his way down his chest.
Finn rolled off and lay on his back. He ran his fingers through Zane’s hair and moaned as Zane moved lower. The sound excited Zane even more. His own cock ached. His need for release intensified with each blood-surging pulse.
Zane gripped Finn’s shaft firmly then wrapped his tongue around the crown.
Finn shuddered.
Salty sweetness coated Zane’s taste-buds. He tongue fucked the slit, searching for every drop Finn had to offer.
“Feels so fucking good.” Finn writhed and pulled Zane’s hair.
Zane swallowed Finn’s shaft. His eyes and mouth watered as each bob of his head plunged deeper. He flattened his tongue along Finn’s cock and lapped his satiny flesh like an ice cream cone.
Finn groaned and grabbed Zane’s arm, tugging him upward until they were chest to chest once again. He peered down into Finn’s eyes as they hugged each other close. Zane had missed this feeling. This connection. This sense of giving himself to someone. He hadn’t shared this kind of mutual intimacy since before he started singing professionally, and even that was nothing more than teenage infatuation.
Finn’s eyelids lowered to half-mast. “Don’t stop.”
The urgency in Finn’s tone fueled Zane’s resolve. He’d take his new lover all the way to the other side. Past the point of no return. All of Zane’s previous doubts faded fast. “Once I have you, I might not want to let you go.”
He’d tried so hard to deny himself this pleasure. Kept it hidden, only allowing a few stolen moments with someone he’d paid to deliver, but none of that compared to letting his guard down and really indulging.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Zane leaned in and kissed him tenderly, savoring the feel of Finn’s lips pressed to his. The taste of his tongue and the warmth of his body fused to his own. This was exactly what Zane had wanted for so long.
If Zane were ever able to offer a man everything, Finn Presswood could damn sure be the man he’d give it to.
Where to Buy
Evernight
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About Tyler Robbins
Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.
Where to find Tyler Robbins
Fabulous Friday Reads: Her Imaginary Lover
Let’s kick off this lovely weekend with the prolific Doris O’Connor and her sultry new erotic romance Her Imaginary Lover, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Enjoy!
Thanks so much for having me here today with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.
Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…
Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.
To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.
That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…
When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.
Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.
Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.
Story Excerpt
Macie grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades, she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid down the inside of her thighs.
The mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay naked along her table.
Kaylom’s chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on him.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
A sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache in her pussy.
“Nothing, is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who’s boss.”
He lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand, and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.
“Keep them like this and don’t move, or I’ll have to tie you to this table, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so much force she slid further up the table.
“Yes, what?” he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his dominance didn’t turn her on even more.
What had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him “Sir” was a token of respect.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath away.
“Good girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.”
She blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.
“You’re so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don’t you?” His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at the first touch of his tongue.
He licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.
Seconds before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head against the table in frustration.
“Bastard, err, Sir.”
He laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her breathless and even wetter.
“Oh your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let’s gets one thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I’d shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would you like that?”
Macie shook her head and swallowed nervously.
“No, Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn’t like that at all.”
The air displacement gave her a second’s warning before he tunneled his tongue into her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss before he once again withdrew.
Macie keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.
Macie lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until she felt on fire for this man.
From far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something cold hit her ass crack.
“Sorry, my sweet, this will only last a moment.”
Where to Buy
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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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Welcome to today’s stop on the Executive Assistant Blog Tour!
Today I’m participating in Sizzling PR’s blog tour for Evernight Publishing’s seriously sexy new anthologies, Executive Assistant and Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition. Since my story “The Art of Grant Management” appears in EA:ML, that’s what we’ll be focusing on today.
Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition
Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology…
These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.
Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!
Authors
Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day, Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton, Pelaam, Nikka Michaels
Excerpt from “The Art of Grant Management”
Peter pushed the Men’s Room door open, ready to argue. “I do not appreciate being ignored when you’re the one–” he started.
And stopped, breath clogging in his throat. A shirtless John Quincy stood at one of the sinks, scrubbing angrily at a large oily stain on his Oxford button-up and cursing under his breath.
Half-naked, the short man was disconcertingly muscular, with broad shoulders and lean, well-defined arms. But it was his torso that was truly a thing of beauty. Peter’s mouth abruptly went dry as he studied the delineation of muscle, ligament, and bone that made up John Quincy’s midsection. Oh, damn me. That’s just not fair.
The administrative assistant looked up and spotted him. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he grumbled. “Aleksis ran right into me and splashed this shit all over my shirt. And it reeks.”
“Ah.” Peter took a tentative sniff, then winced. “Glutaraldehyde, I believe. You won’t be able to get it out of a shirt.”
Quincy scowled, holding up the soaking shirt. A pale, greasy looking stain was still very obvious across the chest. “Goddamn it. I liked this shirt, too.”
Still muttering, he started wringing out the fabric. The motion did wonderful things to his obliques, and Peter had a sudden, utterly insane urge to step closer and press his lips to one pale shoulder, tasting smooth skin and salt. He could trail down across the firm curve of a pectoral muscle, listening to Quincy’s soft, surprised noise as he mouthed a nipple, before moving to the low valley between pectorals, a fine line of dark hair prickling against his lips as he kissed his way down—
He realized the other man had stopped wringing and was staring back at him. “What?”
“Uh, you’re giving me a weird look.” Quincy glanced down at his chest, then at his reflection in the mirrors over the sinks. “Do I still have some of that crap on me?”
Peter sucked in a long, deep breath through his nose. The pungency of glutaraldehyde, the astringent scents of cleaning products, the lingering biological odors of the room’s raison d’etre. None of it squashed his newborn lust the way he’d hoped. “No. It’s just—I wasn’t expecting you to be so…”
The other man raised an eyebrow, obviously expecting another of Peter’s usual insults. “Pale?” he snarked. “Freckled? You already knew I was a runt, so that can’t come as a surprise.”
“Muscular,” Peter managed. “You’re muscular.” Dear Christ, you’re gorgeous. Bernini would be reaching for a hammer and chisel at this point.
“Oh.” Quincy’s brows lowered in surprise, and for a moment Peter panicked that he’d said the thought out loud. “Uh. Yeah, well, when you’re 5’7” and a smartass, you learn to hit the gym if you don’t want to get the shit kicked out of you on a regular basis.”
“I see.” Peter let his gaze trail down, to the lovely V-shaped crease of the inguinal ligaments. It was one of his favorite spots on the male body, and Quincy’s were beautifully defined. Unable to resist, he studied how they disappeared under the man’s waistband, a natural arrowhead leading to the groin and— Oh.
To his shock, he realized Quincy was slightly tumescent, the outline of what looked like a very respectable cock just pressing against the twill fabric. With an effort, he dragged his attention away from the mouthwatering bulge, back to the other man’s face. It was flushed, and Quincy’s green irises had shrunk to a thin line, almost disappearing around the dilated pupil. An artery in the administrative assistant’s throat pulsed to an accelerated beat as his chest rose and fell more rapidly, pale pink nipples tightening and turning into tiny rivets.
Pupillary dilation. Flushed skin, increased respiration and heartbeat. Erectile response. The unconscious reflexes of physical attraction. He wants me, too. Peter felt a rush of elation lighting up his nerve endings with an unholy delight.
A simple experiment came to mind. He stepped forward, licking his lips. As he’d hoped, Quincy stared at his mouth, reflexively mimicking him. “Um, was there something else you wanted?” the administrative assistant asked.
That question again. The answer made Peter breathless. You, spread out naked on my desk so that I can examine every inch of you, then run my tongue over those inches for good measure. I want you hard and in my mouth, babbling incoherently as I savor your precum and suck you deep into my throat. I want your knees hooked over my arms, wrecked and helpless to do anything else but lie there and moan as I push into you. I want to make you scream my name so loudly the entire center can hear it.
I want you to belong to me.
Where to buy
Executive Assistant
Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition
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Marvelous Monday Reads: The Beginning (Witches of the Bayou)
Hello, and welcome to another edition of Marvelous Monday Reads, angels! Today I’m featuring Cherrie Mack and her delicious Free Read The Beginning (Witches of the Bayou), now available from Evernight Publishing and other fine retailers of erotic romance. Read on!
First, I would like to thank my hostess for having me as a guest today. I am thrilled to be here.
My newest read is free, courtesy of Evernight Publishing. This paranormal romance is based on a character from A Late Summer Bloom. It occurred to me, Cecily Jareau, needed her story told. Why was she so jaded? What caused her to hate her royal coven? Why did she want to walk away from her power and her witchhood?
Because her story comes to a satisfying conclusion in A Late Summer Bloom, I thought it would be fun to go back, just a little and tell the story of how it all began. After all, don’t we all love to fall in love? That no holds barred, can’t keep our hands to ourselves, butterflies in the belly kinda love?
Yeah, me too. My hope is you take the time to download and read, The Beginning-Witches Of The Bayou and love it as much as I loved writing it.
A young and powerful witch of royal birthright longs to be human. When she meets a human man who gives her the love she’s never known, her decision to renounce her heritage is an easy one. But, not everything is what it seems.
This exciting, short story is a prequel to A Late Summer Bloom—Witches Of The Bayou.
Story Excerpt
Cecily sat at Al’s House of Blue’s for the fifth night in a row. She sat in the same seat sipping the same drink and watching James play his trumpet. Having a date afterward had become a welcome routine. She was falling hard for the dashing, swoon-worthy musician and her libido had suddenly awakened from its life of hibernation. Wanting him on every level, not just physical, had her worried.
Did she dare to dream he felt the same way? He certainly gave off a territorial vibe when it came to her. And although being human was James’ advantage, it served as his drawback as well. The fact remained, she was a witch—a witch of royal status. The covens wouldn’t allow her to renounce her origins so easily.
She sighed. James hadn’t even kissed her yet and here she was thinking of a life outside the boundaries of magic.
“You look far away tonight. Everything okay?” James stood near, his aftershave soothing her anxiety.
“I’m fine.”
He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, taking her hands in his. “No. You were thinking about something that made you sad. I could see it in your eyes.”
“And that bothers you?”
“It bothers me a great deal.”
She stared at his mouth, licking her lips. “Why?” And why haven’t you kissed me?
Without warning, swift and certain, James leaned in and kissed her lips. The contact surprised her, making her pull back. But as she leaned away, he leaned forward, not allowing her to move out of his reach. His lips claimed her, branding her with a fiery passion she never experienced. The crowd was no longer a consequence as she returned his affection. Their tongues entwined in a blistering exchange sending a mass of intense impulses bolting through her blood.
The velvety texture of his mouth was more than she could stand. His tongue, hot and slick, moved in a sinuous rhythm, owning her, imprinting his being within her heart. This wasn’t a kiss—this was a declaration. And Cecily wanted more of it. When he pulled away, she felt exposed, like a raw bundle of nerves left unprotected in the smoky atmosphere.
Applause could be heard from behind her, the audience clapping at their display. The glorious feeling disappeared quickly when Cecily recognized Brigitte standing at the back of the room. James leaned over to whisper in her ear. “After this set is over—I wanna do that again.”
She gave him a nervous smile. “Yes. I’d like that. But right now, I need to use the powder room.” She fanned herself, gave him a wink and rose up on wobbly legs. When she headed for the ladies room she saw Brigitte fall in step behind her.
After they waited for it to clear out, Brigitte leveled a stern look at her. “A human man? Really?”
Cecily stood with her hands on her hips. “James. His name is James. And yes I want a human man because ultimately, I want to be human.”
Brigitte’s eyes widened as if Cecily had committed the worst of sins. “They are unworthy. Not just of a witch but—but you? You have aristocratic blood in your veins. You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I’m serious. Neither you, nor Percy and his band of blue-blooded bullies are gonna change my mind.”
Brigitte’s facial features relaxed. “We’ll just see about that.” Cecily panicked. She’d been living as a human for over a week, performing no spells, no magic. She washed dishes and clothes and floors. She purchased food at the market, she cooked. And she was comfortable doing all of it. Now, about to embark on a human relationship, so close to a physical, loving connection, an obstacle was thrown in her path.
Just like always. Her life was one big hurdle after another. Happiness was a breath away and once again she was faced with a complication she never saw coming. That kiss should have been one of her happiest moments but was ruined by the mere presence of another of her kind.
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About Cherrie Mack
Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside. When she isn’t writing, she is busy chasing her children around, laughing with her husband, struggling to learn meditation and hanging out with her best friend–a mutt named Bailey.
Over the last year, Cherrie has continued to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy and her latest, paranormal romance. Her ability to cross genre’s fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn’t settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.
A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.
Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Gale Stanley
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Gale Stanley, whose smouldering new M/M erotic romance One Night in Bangkok is now available at Evernight Publishing. Take it away, Gale!
The temperature in Thailand is a humid ninety degrees but things are about to get a lot hotter. David Elliot is in Bangkok on business, but when he meets Kai, the younger man turns his world upside down. It was never meant to be anything more than a pleasant diversion but David can’t walk away when it’s over.
Story Excerpt
The door closed behind them, and suddenly David felt a little shy. He stared at Kai for an awkward moment, wanting to touch and be touched, but not quite believing they were finally alone. Or maybe he was just used to Bernie taking the lead.
Kai waited silently. He really was hotter than any man had a right to be, with those almond-shaped eyes and pouty lips just begging to be kissed. David’s gaze slid south and settled on the full, hard cock straining against the thin material of Kai’s pants. God, he wanted to hold Kai’s prick in his hand, breathe in the scent, taste the drops of precum leaking from the tip….
When he looked up, he saw Kai still watching him. The heat in those brown eyes turned his insides to mush. Desire overcame shyness, and David edged closer. Kai met him halfway and David let out a moan as he captured Kai’s mouth, teasing him with his tongue. Two arms snaked around David’s waist, and their swollen cocks rubbed as they kissed. Hot spikes of sensation flared at David’s groin, and he pulled Kai tighter against his body.
When they broke for a breath, Kai was flushed and panting. Without a word, he slipped from David’s grasp and went to his knees. His slim fingers gripped the waistband of David’s slacks and tugged until they puddled at David’s feet. Eyes so wide and dark they appeared black looked up at him. Then Kai pressed his mouth to the silky fabric covering David’s erection.
“Oh, fuck.” David threaded his fingers in Kai’s thick black hair.
When Kai sucked on the tip of David’s cock, David swore he could feel the wet heat through his boxers. His thoughts scattered and he swallowed hard in anticipation. “Kai, please.” He tightened his grip on Kai’s hair and pulled gently.
Kai stood, and they undressed each other like they had that day at the temple. David smoothed a palm over Kai’s chest, muscles tensed and quivered under his touch. The goal had been to get inside this man who tempted him beyond reason, but now he didn’t know if he’d last that long.
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About Gale Stanley
Gale Stanley is a hopeless romantic, who grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with her nose buried in a book of fairy tales. If a story ended badly, she created her own happily ever after. Now, she writes romance, in all its many splendored facets, because she believes the world needs more love and happy endings.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Intimate Danger
Let’s kick off this lovely weekend with the brilliant D.C. Stone and her thrilling new erotic romance Intimate Danger, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. D.C. was kind enough to sit down with her main character Trent Rossi for a fascinating one-on-one interview. Enjoy!
I glance across the table at Trent and fight not only a shiver, but also not to shift under his intense, blue gaze. Of course I know much about the dark FBI agent (after all, he was born from my mind), but the silence in the room, with only four white walls, a door, the wooden table between us, and two chairs, is quite thick. We’re locked in a battle of wills, to see who can turn away or blink first; an unspoken challenge, but ones there nonetheless.
After minutes of eyes burning, glaring, and face stoicism, I break and heave out a sigh.
“Fine, you win.”
His smile is brief and blinding. Really, the man should smile more often. It lights his whole face, like the sun breaking over the horizon at dawn. You know you shouldn’t stare, but you’re unable to turn away.
He clears his throat. “I always win, DC.”
My nose wrinkles. “I know a certain detective who’d take offense to that.”
He shrugs, a slight lifting of his shoulder. The movement may be small, but both he and I know it says so much.
You see, Trent knows how to read people; he’s been trained to not only uncover the pure essence of someone based on their actions, but also to understand just what a person is saying without them having to speak. The art of body language is complex thing, and yet, sometimes, movements, eyes, and expressions tell an investigator more than the person they’re speaking to.
As it is, I’ve been trained in the same art, and this is something he knows.
He shifts and stretches his arms forward, interlocking his fingers before him. “So what’s this all about, DC?”
“Apparently I’m supposed to interview you.”
He lifts one dark brow and his blue eyes dance with humor. “For what?”
“For your story, which is releasing. People want to know about you.”
His chin juts in and a look of incredibility plasters on his handsome face. “But why?”
I blink. Seriously?
I don’t realize I’ve spoken aloud until he says, “Yes, seriously. I’m no one important.”
Despite his self-mocked words, my heart softens, as does my face. “Trent, you’re very important, a big part of this story. And your role in what happens is something not many will forget.”
He still doesn’t look like he believes me, if the slack jaw, narrowed eyes, and scrunched nose say anything. But instead of arguing, he settles back in his seat and opens his hands briefly before clasping them again. “Fine, ask your questions.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at the sarcasm in his tone, and instead look down at my pad and grab a pencil. “Okay, what’s your favorite color.”
“Really?”
I glance up and just stare.
“Fine,” he grumbles, “green. But not just any green, the type you’d see coming from the ground after a long, hard winter. The first blades of grass poking through the soil.”
I dubiously lift my gaze to him with a brow. One side of his lips is curved up and his eyes dance with suppressed laughter.
“Touché, Trent. Okay,” I say and clear my throat. “Tell me one surprising thing that no one else knows.”
Now it was his turn to lift a brow. “Why would I do that?”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “For the interview.”
He shifts forward and rests his elbows on the chair. “But why would I tell you something no one else knows? You know as well as I do, I like my privacy. Why tell you something that you’ll just go spread around? Doesn’t that defeat the point in being…private?”
“Fine,” I huff and move on to the next question. “If you could be anyone, who would it be? They can be living, dead, someone in the future, you name it.”
Again with the narrowing of his eyes.
“Stop that,” I snap.
“What?”
“That damn eye thingy you’re doing.”
His brows scrunch down into a dark vee. “What eye thing?”
I glare at him.
He glares right back.
This lasts several minutes, with the silence in the room growing thicker and thicker until not even a knife would be able to slice through.
“You’re not going to let me interview you, are you?” I ask, conceding to the test once again. I really hate conceding. But I’m not about to sit here all night. And that’s exactly where we’d be. His patience is unbreakable.
He grins, a quick flash of straight white teeth. “Not on your life.”
I huff and sit back. “I knew it. You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”
His smile widens. “But you love me.”
“I may,” I say with a dismissing flick of my fingers. “But I’m telling Charlie on you.”
His widening eyes tell me all I want to know. I grin in triumph.
When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.
A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her.
While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.
Story Excerpt
Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.
“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.
He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.
Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.
“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.
She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”
The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.
“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”
Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.
Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.
“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.
“Umm, a case.”
“A case?”
“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.
Resigned, he let out a breath.
“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”
Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning in to him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.
His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.
“Well, Agent Rossi.”
Lean forward a little more, please.
“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”
The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.
He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.
She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”
He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.
The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez. How can I help you, Agent Rossi?”
The noisemaker behind him snorted out a laugh.
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About D.C. Stone
D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!
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