Tuesday, 30 September 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Gimme

Happy Tuesday, folks. When I saw this picture it immediately made me think of my Club Ink Series, so I've had some fun re-visiting old characters today. Hope you enjoy this glimpse into their future...

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“Careful, you’ll slip, Janus.”
Estelle wasn’t sure why she bothered giving that warning. Their unruly cub never listened in his tiger form, and his curiosity knew no bounds.
“Stop fussing. It’s all part of the process. Ink and I did far worse at this age.”
Estelle bit back the retort bubbling on her tongue. The sassy comeback wouldn’t help, and Nathan looked tired today. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and ignoring the splashes behind her, Estelle sunk to her feet and nuzzled into her Master’s thigh instead.
Nathan wrapped his hand in her hair and his tiger’s deep purr trembled through her. Peace washed over her like it always did, and she wished they could take this further.  It had been far too long since they had managed to properly play, but Janus took up every one of their waking hours, and quite often the night times too.
She would never forget the first night he had shifted and pounced on their bed. Waking up to find your adorable toddler was now a tiger cub took some getting used to.
A gold fish landed in front of them, and Nathan laughed as Janus pounced.
“That’s my boy.”

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx 

Monday, 29 September 2014

Ever been 'Teacher's Pet'... @MelissaHosack #newrelease @evernightpub #mff

Happy Monday, folks. Have you ever been Teacher's Pet, or wanted to be? I can think of a few droolworthy teachers in my misbegotten youth, lol. Nothing happened, of course, but there's plenty going on in Melissa Hosacks's new release.



While celebrating his parents’ anniversary at a local casino, Dex Hawthorn is approached and seduced by friends, Arabella and Parker. He takes both women to bed, all of them under the assumption the evening is to be a one-night stand.

Only Dex can’t stop thinking about Parker, and when his duties as a police officer surprisingly force their paths to cross, he takes it as a sign that the two of them are meant to have something beyond a single night of passion. Can he convince Parker he can be a one woman man, and can he get this sexy yet strict school teacher to open up her heart to him?

Seduced by the School Teacher
Dex was caught by surprise when Parker passed by the elevators and shoved open the door to the stairwell. “The stairs?” he asked as she started upward, still pulling him behind her.
“I’ve got to get your blood pumping somehow,” Parker said over her shoulder with a teasing grin. “This seemed like a nice start.”
Up and up they went. One floor. Two floors. Three. On the landing of the fourth floor, Parker suddenly stopped. With a giggle, she turned and shoved Dex back against the wall. “Finally, we’ve got you alone.”
Before he could respond, her lips were grazing his. Her fingers smoothed up his chest until she was able to grasp his collar. That’s when her kisses became more demanding. She claimed him with lips, teeth, and tongue.
A groan escaped against his will at the domineering way she kissed him. He’d never had a woman be so forceful in taking what she wanted, and it was a complete turn-on. His arms curved around her waist, and he yanked her forward until her body pressed firmly against his own. While he returned her kisses, he rocked his hips forward into hers, letting her feel his growing erection.
He was so distracted by Parker and her demanding lips, he’d nearly forgotten about Arabella until she suddenly dropped to her knees at his side. While Parker continued to kiss him, her friend stroked Dex’s leg through his jeans. She took her time, smoothing along the coarse fabric. In slow, circular motions, her hand moved closer and closer to his groin.
Finally, she nudged Parker to the side so she could press her palm flat against his dick. “Mmm, Parker, you picked us a big one. Impressive.” Leaning forward, she nuzzled her cheek against the crotch of his pants, emitting a soft purr.
Dex’s head fell back against the wall as Arabella returned to her stroking. His hips arched in time with her movements, thrusting his cock against her caressing palm.
“Hey now,” Parker chastised. “Don’t forget about me.” She was now to the side of him, leaning against the wall. Gripping his chin, she roughly turned his head in her direction, then she was kissing him again.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been kissed this good. Parker was so unbearably sexy. He couldn’t get enough of her, and the feel of her nails grazing his neck sent chills through him. Her body tucked perfectly against his side, as if the two of them fit together like puzzle pieces. Her mouth seemed made for kissing. It was soft and tasted like strawberries. He couldn’t get enough of it either.
Knowing exactly what was expected of him this night, Dex didn’t hesitate in slipping his hand up Parker’s blouse. As their mouths battled for control, he inched his fingers upward until he reached her breasts. He stroked them through her bra. Her nipples pebbled under his touch, drawing a groan of arousal from his throat.
At his feet, Arabella used delicate fingers to undo his belt. With quick movements, she had his belt undone, the button of his jeans loose, and the zipper down.
When Arabella began tugging his jeans and boxers over his hips, he regretfully broke the kiss with Parker and pulled his hips back slightly. “Hold on. Hold on! We’re in a public stairwell. I’m not sure—”
“Relax,” Parker said with a little giggle. “No one ever uses these stairs.”

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Sunday, 28 September 2014

#SexySnippets from The Bear Treatment (The Projects, 4) "I want to see you gush for me..." @evernighpub #newrelease #shifter

Happy Sunday, folks. Hope you're having a great day. I've been squeeing about the place, because not only was it Release day this week for my naught bear tale, but the story is also doing incredibly well. I woke up yesterday morning to find The Bear Treatment had its nice shiny silver star on ARe, and is also a top 50 Bestseller as well as an  Amazon top 100 Bestseller in Paranormal.

Then to top it all I got an acceptance for my Christmas story, so colour me excited.

Now, without further ado, here are seven hot sentences from The Bear Treatment.... You have been warned.



Luke grazed his fangs along her sweetly fragranced skin and pushed her thighs further apart.
Hold your thighs wide for me. I want to see my sweet cunt open for me. I want to see you gush for me when you come, pet.” He glanced up at her, and she licked her lips and followed his demands with shaking hands. The fine sheen of arousal coated her skin, and her amazing tits shook with her rapid breathing.

More of her juices flowed from her quivering pussy hole when he turned his attention back to that part of her anatomy, and seeing her inner flesh, so much darker than the surrounding outer lips urged him to taste.

There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play

Available from Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Enough #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Time to flash you all again...

Why had he ever allowed himself to be persuaded to pose for this calendar? He had work to do, damn it, and far from having some young, hot model, draped over him, he had to stand here and look alluring.
Yeah, buster, you try and do that when you’re bored out of your freaking skull.
“Pout for me, that’s it.”
Jake rolled his eyes and pushed away from the wall.

“Okay, that’s all you’re gonna get. I’m not some piece of ass you can fawn over.” He gave the dude taking the pictures a scathing once over and stalked away.


Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Till next week, folks.
D x

Thursday, 25 September 2014

#AuthorInterview @ElyzabethVaLey Bear Heart #nft @evernightpub #newrelease

Oh, do I have a treat for you today. Elyzabeth has been teasing me with snippets from this story with what seems like forever, lol, so now it's my turn to make her squirm a little.


Are you ready, Elyzabeth?

Greetings everyone! *waves* I’m super happy to be here today and ready to spill the beans as they say! Bring it on, Ms. O’Connor! *grin*

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A, ….. A bit about myself...hummm… let’s see. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Elyzabeth M. VaLey and I’m an erotic romance author. I don’t stick with one label, I write anything and everything, dreams, love, adventures, steamy sex, now, in the past, in the future… As long as there is a love story to tell somewhere, I’m there.
Besides writing I like to take long walks with my black Lab, bake and sing off-key. *grin* I’d say I have an evil day job but I’m in the middle of a career change, so I’m not sure it’s entirely evil, yet.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. …. Several things. In the first place, the continuity of the series. Bear Heart is book four of The Witches’ Mischief series and though I believe it can be read as a standalone it has recurring characters that as the series advances will be taking on a larger role. In the second place, my muse was nudging me to get my hand on another fairy tale and she wanted something paranormal. In the third place, once I discovered what fairy tale I’d be basing myself on (Bear Skin by the Grimm brothers), the hero, Simon, wouldn’t shut up. He needed to tell his story. 

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A.….. It’s pretty, isn’t it? It was created by Sour Cherry Designs and they’ve done a wonderful job. It’s my favorite cover of the Witches’s Mischief series.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A.….. A typical day’s writing? That exists? *laughs* I wish I had a fixed routine, but sadly right now I write whenever I can find the time, which is not often enough.

Q. What inspires you?

A. ….. I find inspiration in a lot of things, but usually music plays a great role in my stories. A song’s melody or its lyrics can paint scenes in my mind and a story can start from there.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. …. A musician. I’d love to learn how to play an instrument and compose music. I’d make people feel with my music.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. ….. Oh yes! The little minions are always concocting things. I’ll give you an example, when I started writing Bear Heart, Simon was called Bernard. Almost half way through the story he taps me on the shoulder and tells me that I’ve got his name all wrong. *shakes head* I had to go back and change everything. He was right though, he’s a Simon, definitely not a Bernard.

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. …..I usually write with music. It helps the words flow better.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. …..Keep writing and remember that writing is a subjective business. What one person hates can be what another person loves.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. ….. Ten years’ time? Goodness, that’s really far away. I’m afraid I don’t think that far ahead. The ideal thing would be to be writing full time… but who knows. *shrug*

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. ….. Not really, though there’s something author Persephone Jones told me a while back that I try to remember when I’m feeling frustrated: Excellence takes time!

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. … Yes. Even though there are always stories to tell, occasionally the muse goes off on a mini-holiday and I can’t get the words into paper. It can be quite frustrating. Not writing for a few days, staying away from the computer, reading, watching TV, relaxing, usually helps get things back on track.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. …. Arcánús Amator, is a paranormal romance that defies time. It is contracted by Evernight Publishing and is scheduled for release sometime in October.

Q. And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?

…. Of course!


By day a bear, by night a man.

Half a century ago Simon Lancaster loved a woman. But when he committed a crime and was seduced by a witch his fate was sealed. Forced to live as a shifter by day and human by night, he becomes hopeless.

He believes there is nothing left in life for him. That is, until he meets Margaret O'Hare. An unconventional woman, Margaret makes him feel whole again, but he doesn't know if he can allow the walls he has erected around his heart to lower, no matter how much he grows to care for her.

As their time together has them becoming closer, he starts to trust and love again. But a happily ever after might not be in Simon's future as dark shadows emerge to destroy what he has built with Margaret.

Available at: Evernight / Amazon / Bookstrand / All Romance Ebooks

He wandered through the woods. Head bowed down, nose close to the forest floor, scavenging for food. Then, he heard it. He froze. His heart skipped, then tightened in his chest before resuming its tempo at a speed that left him dizzy. Ears perked, he started ambling through the forest in the sound’s direction. He stopped. There it was again. Laughter. Loud, boisterous, so unladylike it warmed him from head to toe. He’d recognize that laughter anywhere, even if it had been more than a hundred years since he’d heard it.
Lifting his head, he sniffed the air. Rain washed dirt, blooming flowers, and people. His nose wrinkled slightly. He dropped his head. She was not among them. His heart slowed, beating like a sorrowful lament. She was not among them. How could she be? She was dead. He knew that. Yet—the sound of the woman’s laughter reached him again. A tingling sensation spread from his heart to his groin. Unable to resist, he headed in the direction of the sound, curious to see for himself the girl who had his late fiancées laughter but not her scent.  He knew he shouldn’t be coming this way. There was a home nearby. He recalled seeing it when he first came to live in this area and vowed to stay away from it, but Evelyn’s memory kept him moving.
Evelyn. Dear Evelyn. Deep down in his heart, he knew it could not be her. She was dead. Killed by his own selfishness and stupidity. Killed by his desire for revenge. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How many times over the years had he cursed himself for his lack of foresight?  For his impulsive nature? He’d lost count. Evelyn was dead, and he was a bear during the day and a man after sunset.
He sighed. The loud sound resembled a growl and seemed to echo in the woods around him. Oblivious to his presence, the humans laughed and squealed, clearly enjoying themselves. Simon picked up his speed. Their scents wrapped around him as he got closer. Delicious. Enticing. Crashing through the thicket, he stopped, seeing them for the first time. Quickly, he hid, certain that if they saw him, they’d flee.
There were two women laughing and running about near the stream. How they could even move was beyond him for they wore long dresses tapered at their tiny waists and flowing full of ruffles to their ankles. They wore no hats, the offending garments discarded near a tree. He cocked his head, amused at the spectacle. Clearly, these were women enjoying themselves regardless of societal dictatorship. Their cheeks were glowing pink and healthy and water dripped from their hair.
The youngest girl looked to be 15 or 16.  She had long black hair and a mischievous attitude that reminded him of a playful cat. He focused his gaze on the other woman. His breath whooshed out of his lungs. She was beautiful. Strawberry blonde hair trailed down her back and freckles dusted her arms. She laughed as the younger woman splashed water on her. Simon’s heart constricted. That laughter. The woman looked nothing like his deceased Evelyn, but she had her laughter. It was a sound full of unabashed spirit. Unable to stop himself he moved a little closer. He craved to hear her speak. How much time had passed since he’d spoken to another human being? How much time had passed since he’d been with a woman? The redhead was deliciously curvy and her wet summer dress did little to hide the fact. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Lust like he had not experienced in ages awakened inside of him and a bear-like sound burst from his lips.

He stopped in his tracks and glanced at the women. They were no longer smiling. The smell of fear reached him. They hadn’t seen him yet or they would have run. He knew that. He’d lived it before. People always panicked at the sight of a bear. Besides, it was unlikely the women were alone. He scrambled backwards, eager to get away. There had to be others with them. Others that would hunt him and try to kill him. Strangely, the idea of dying at the hands of others did not appeal to him. At least not today. 


Thank you for having me, Doris! And thank you Readers for always being there. *hugs all around*

Thanks for coming and answering all my nosy questions!

Author Bio:

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

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

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Wednesday, 24 September 2014

#MWTease from The Bear Treatment (The Projects, 4) #releaseday #giveaway @evernightpub #bdsm #shiftter

Happy Middle of the week to you all. There is only one book I could take my tease from today and that's The Bear Treatment, because it's Release Day!

*jumps about like a loony rabbit*

So, without further ado, here is your tease. Usual warning applies. This bear shifter does like to talk dirty.


When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.
They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass. 
She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.
That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”
He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.
The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.
That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”
The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.
Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”
Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.
Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.
Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”
Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.
Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.
Look at me, pet.”
His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.
You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play

Available from Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand


I'm giving away two $5.00 GC's to celebrate the release of The Bear Project. (Amazon or Evernight - winner's choice) Leave me a comment, to be in for the draw.

Easy peazy, lemon squeezy, as we say in my house.


Stay naughty, folks, and don't forget to check out the other teasers. As ever thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for putting us all together every week.

Why not join us next week? You can sign up on Sandra's blog HERE.

D xx

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Playtime

Happy Tuesday, folks. Hope you enjoy today's tease.

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Miri squirmed on the bed. Robbed of her vision and with the rope harness securing her arms behind her back, she was helpless. An offering to be used as Master saw fit. Mindful of the instructions she was given she opened her legs wider. A gasp escaped as the action sent cool air whispering across her heated flesh.
A door opened and shut, and blood rushed in Miri’s ears. Who had just walked into the room? Heavy footsteps approached the bed, and calloused fingertips traced her jaw, and tilted her head back. Miri licked her lips and a man’s groan trembled through her.
The sound of a zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and her heart went into overdrive when she realized the direction it was coming from. Another set of hands grabbed her ankles and spread her wider. Anticipation curled low in her belly, when the bed dipped and she arched into the light touch against her clit. Not enough to get her off, just enough to titillate, to keep her on the edge.
Her arousal built in waves and she panted her need, when she heard his voice.
“That’s my girl. You may fuck her now.”

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx