Monday, 28 July 2014

Spotlight on Venus In Fur Coat @Stein_Ela #newrelease #rubenesque #ROTG @evernightpub

Happy Monday, folks. It's the start of a brand new week and I have a yummy little treat on my blog for you today. I simply adore Evernight's Romance on the Go line. Perfect for when you need your romance fix and do not have much time to read.

Here is Ela Stein's latest contribution to this fab line - Enjoy!


First of all, thank you so much for having me here today! “Venus In Fur Coat” is a bit of a rarity of me – it’s a contemporary romance and I’m more of a sci-fi/fantasy type of gal. But when inspiration strikes, you don’t ask questions. The idea for this story came to me fully formed, which was kind of cool. I also love the art aspect in it – I’ve painted and drawn my whole life, and more recently (well, like the past 10 years at this point), have done a lot of scrapbooking. So I’m a bit of an artist at heart, and I really identify with Derek. And I also identify with Cara, who has a very practical streak to her. After all, I did set all my artsy stuff aside to pursue school and a more traditional career. So I guess one could say that they both have different aspects of my personality… and it was kind of cool watching them come together :)
“Venus In Fur Coat” is a Rubenesque/BBW, New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance short story (8,900) words.


Cara is an accounting major in college, and she is practical, a little cynical, and focused on her studies. When she allows her roommate to drag her to a frat party, the last thing she expects is running into the artsy-bad-boy type who tempts her to throw all her typical reservations out the window.

Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.

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Derek followed her through the hallway. She was already walking down the street, away from the house by the time he made it outside. He watched her walking away, debating whether he should approach her now. It was dark out, and he didn’t want to freak her out by seeming stalker-ish. But then again, if she was going to be walking around alone at night, she’d probably be better off with a friendly stalker keeping her company.

Having decided, he set off at a light jog to catch up with her. She wasn’t too far ahead, likely slowed down by her high-heeled boots. His cock had responded as soon as he first laid eyes on her, standing there all timid and uncertain, and now that he could see her ass wiggling as she walked, he grew painfully hard. His jeans were not designed to accommodate a huge hard-on. He adjusted himself just before catching up to her.

She was everything that turned him on in a woman. Curves in all the right places, so voluptuous that he could just imagine himself sinking into her, her soft cushioning against his own hard planes. Her hair had an adorable bit of frizz to it, and she wore it pulled back from an angelic face. The face of a goddess. A face right out of ancient paintings by the great masters.

His boots crunched on the gravel and she stopped and turned around. His heart picked up speed when their gazes met again, and he was glad he followed his gut. No way was he giving up until he got to know her better. Dating just for the hell of it was starting to lose its appeal. If he was honest with himself, he’d had his fill of it for a long time, but until now, no one had come along that made him want anything more serious.

“Hey.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to start the conversation, but she stood staring at him with wide eyes and a startled expression, waiting for him to say something.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper. The wind picked up speed and rustled through the leaves in the trees around them, as though echoing her.

“It’s not safe to be walking around alone at night.” Criticizing her choices, right off the bat, probably wasn’t the greatest way to make an impression, but it had been a pretty bad move on her part. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him, he didn’t like the idea of her walking around alone at night. There were too many assholes out there, and it just wasn’t safe.

She raised a brow in response and crossed her arms across her chest. He guessed that was her pissed-off look, but it was somewhat spoiled by how hot her tits looked pushed up that way.

“Oh, really? I guess it’s safer to be out here at night with a total stranger?”

About Ela Stein:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy... Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well. If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love hearing from my readers. You can find me here:






Sunday, 27 July 2014

#SexySnippets from Rescued by her Alien Warriors (The Warriors, 2) #comingsoon @sirenbookstrand #scifi #mmf

Happy Sunday, folks.

I completed first edits for Rescued by her Alien Warriors this week, which is book two in my Warriors series, and is set for release for August 27th, so I thought it was only appropriate to start teasing you from this story.


To set the scene, Sapphyre has just poured ice cold water over these warriors, to stop them from fighting. She's got spirit, this heroine. Naturally they are not best pleased at this...

“You are comparing us to dogs, woman?”
Bentaan growled the words into her ear and she shut her eyes as the vibrations of his deep tenor trembled through her body.
“If the shoe fits.” How she managed to get the words out of her parched throat she would never know, and a shiver went down her spine when she heard the click, as Bentaan’s fangs descended. Warm puffs of air slid across her neck, as he ran the tips of his incisors along her skin with just enough force to leave marks. Sapphyre’s hands clenched in the wet fabric of his clothes and she gasped when he ground the hard ridge of his erection into her lower belly.
“If you were mine, my sweet little human, you’d be over my knee, and I’d be spanking your luscious behind until it was hot and red, for that insolence. And then I’d fuck you like the rabid dog you likened me to.”

(Forgive the eight sentences, but I couldn't bring myself  to cut Bentaan's speech.)

I'm eagerly awaiting my cover art, so I can't share it yet, but I can share the blurb.

A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second in command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them, that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.    

Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't want her on board ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.

When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.

However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?


I can't wait for you to meet them.

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.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

A school with a difference @RavenMcAllan #giveaway #newrelease #regency @breathlesspress

Hello, lovely peeps. I have a special little regency treat for you today, guaranteed to make your weekend. I love all of Raven's work, but there is a special little place in my heart for her Regency work, and this series in partiular. So, I twisted her arm a little, bribed and cajoled, and here she is.

Take it away, Raven!


When I mentioned to Doris that I was writing a new Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction story, she did a weird dance around the room, and promised me grandson cuddles if I got on with it so she could 'redit' it. (For those of you who are going eh? A wee explanation. I'm honorary Granny to her youngest, and we go through each other's M/s before we sub them, and red pen—type—them. hence redit… okay yeah, well it works for us.) snort
I didn't need the cuddle incentive, but I took it anyway. Who wouldn't? Sticky, lovely, hugs and kisses from my boy… Yum!
So I sent her the first wee bit.
She said she loved it.
Then she nagged. Believe me, in the nagging stakes, she's a winner. Not that I needed it mind you. I so enjoy writing this series, and ohh (insert swooning noises here) Luke De Freitas is hawt…
Doris agreed when I showed her his description.
Dark hair, dark eyes and a washboard stomach…
I mean… I could all but see him sitting into my study next to me as I typed, telling me what was about to happen in 'his' book. He had more than a few run ins with me and Molly, over his attitude shall we say…
Not that Jane agreed all the time either. She's not the shy retiring widow people think. But she does have a problem…

Here's the blurb…

Take one virginal widow, add Molly Simpkins School of Seduction and one obliging gentleman, and what do you get? Scandal avoided and a virgin no more?

Molly Simpkins' School for Seduction has helped many ladies of the ton to achieve their hearts desires, so helping Lady Jane Nicholby ought to be easy.
However this young widow's deep, dark secret means she can never remarry for fear of the scandal it would cause. Widows are not supposed to be virgins, after all.
Fortunately, Molly knows just the person to help her change this state of affairs. Persuading Luke De Freitas to fall in with her plans, however, will require all of her considerable skill.
A spot of blackmail should do the trick quite nicely…
See? I had so much fun with these two. Well let's be honest, like I said I'm having so much fun with the whole series. Molly's story will be out next month, and then all five stories so far will be out in a paperback in August as well. Great stuff.
Any I reckon I'll give away a copy of Flora, Lydia, or Miranda to someone who comments and tells me what name they'd like me to use—male or female—in one of the next set of stories. (bear in mind it's Regency, so it needs to fit.)

And to get you into the fight frame of mind, here's a teaser…

(Luke is bored…and talking to his dog…)
He was almost in luck. Nursing a swollen jaw with a glass of brandy, which he decided was surely acceptable after the last few hours he’d had, Luke once more spoke to Bet. “Damned if it wasn’t worth this.” He gestured to his jaw. “I might have been taken for a fool, but not an incapacitated one. Rushton will be walking with a limp and a wince for a while now. How dare she?”
Bet snuffled.
“Yes, well, I could almost accept she’d taken another lover, but not in the house I paid for. Anyway it’s over and the house goes on the market tomorrow.”
He’d taken great pleasure in bundling a naked Lady Matcham, and an equally naked Rushton onto the pavement surrounded by her dresses and furbelows. She’d cried, Rushton had cursed, and Luke had laughed. That was when a wild swing by Rushton had resulted in Luke’s sore jaw and Rushton’s aching balls.
Luke experienced so much enjoyment at the sight of Alicia Matcham trying to cover herself from the prying eyes of three potboys and the Watch that he failed to retaliate. In truth, he decided seeing Rushton’s swaying bits and bobs shrivel in the unseasonably chill evening air was enough punishment for the man. The nicely timed kick Luke gave him was the icing on the cake.
He had to hope no news of the fracas got back to his father, or indeed any member of the ton. Luckily, the house he’d purchased for his mistress and himself to enjoy their liaison wasn’t in the most fashionable area of town, and the contretemps had occurred when the ton was thin on the ground. Those who were in the capital were already out at their evening activities. Luke was more than glad he hadn’t bowed to Alicia’s pressure and purchased a dwelling in a fashionable square. With luck, all that would be known was he no longer had a mistress. He made a note to let it be put about he didn’t want another one. It was time for something deeper and more meaningful. Heaven help it, maybe time for a wife? He shuddered. Please, god no. Not when the one person he could have married would probably never speak to him again.
The sound of the knocker reverberated through the house, and Luke frowned. Who on earth would be calling at—he checked the clock that ticked away on the mantle—just shy of eleven at night? Most people would be at a ball, or in bed, even if it weren’t their own. He heard the measured tread of Cuthberts, his major domo, cross the hall and felt a pang of contrition. It seemed wrong that Cuthberts had to come upstairs from his own quarters, when Luke had dismissed him for the night. However, it would be useless to say so. Cuthberts had very rigid ideas regarding propriety, and Luke answering the door came nowhere near them. It was no surprise, therefore, when a few moments later there was a discrete knock on the study door. Bet stirred and woofed as she got to her feet, all guard dog. Heavens knew she’d probably lick an intruder to death.
Cuthberts put his head around the door. “Your face looks worse now, my lord,” he said in his usually punctilious manner. “And there is a lady to see you. A Miss Simpkins.”
“Molly?” Good lord had the news of his evening reached her already? “Show her in.”
Cuthberts disappeared to return a few seconds later to usher a very elegant Molly in. She turned full circle as Cuthberts bowed and left the room, and finally brought her gaze back to Luke.
“And how is the other man? Dead?”
He laughed. “He’s fine. He just can’t walk without a wince and looks like he’s second cousin to a newly made eunuch. Enough that if he can sing he’ll make Marchesi jealous at any rate.”
“Hmm. You are an idiot, Luke. I’d heard you’d turned a new leaf and were bored of mischief.”
“I am,” Luke said in a protesting voice. “But what would you have me do, if I find my mistress sharing her favors with another in my house? Step back and say ‘oh please continue and enjoy my hospitality both of you’? I think not.”
“No,” Molly agreed with him. “Oh dear. So this is the result?” She gestured at his face. “To be honest, I had thought you ended the arrangement with Lady Matcham weeks ago. She seemed to intimate it was so.”
“That says it all,” Luke replied and grimaced as the throb in his jaw increased. “She just failed to tell me. I was cuckolded well and truly.”
“Then she is the fool not you,” Molly said. “That, I think, may well work in my favor. If your cock and balls are in full working order?”
Luke howled with laughter, and winced as pain shot through his prick and into the rest of his body. Shaking wasn’t the way to go. “I don’t know. I have had no chance to try them out. Are you offering to help me?” He raised one eyebrow cautiously. As it gave him no extra pain, he followed it with a wink.
Molly stared at him. “In a way.”
Luke knew fine his jaw dropped, because it hurt like hades. It was Molly’s turn to laugh.
“Not personally, but I do have a proposition for you.”
He sat up in his chair. “What sort of proposition? I distrust that look Molly. What are you up to?”
“Very little other than running my school, and standing godmama to the Addersley twins. However, I have a student, for want of a better word, who must lose her virginity, and learn all the little nuances of good sex. Therefore she needs an expert. I thought of you.”
Luke wondered just what Molly had eaten in her dinner. Surely no one served opiates as a side dish?
“Molly, I don’t deflower virgins.” Not even when I had the chance. “Never have, never will, unless—god forbid—I marry.”
“Oh, I think you might this time, and you’ll be glad you did, especially when, after you agree, I tell you who she is.”
“No.” He may be cutting off his nose to spite his face, and wonder just who Molly thought he would be eager to despoil, but he had ethics. Or did he? His nosiness got the better of him. “Who?”
“Not unless I have your word you’ll do it.”
“Hell, Molly, she could look like the back end of a farmer’s nag and have a voice like Maria Moorcroft. It would deflate my cock faster than you could say quim. If I could get it up in the first place.”
“After, and remember just what I know about you. Duels, smuggling.... Need I go on?”
“Threats and blackmail, Molly?” He rose to tower over her. Instead of being intimidated, she stood next to him and ran her finger over his reddened and swollen skin, scraping her nails just enough to make him wince.
“No threats or blackmail, Luke. Just good, honest promises. I’ll see myself out. Oh, and you have twenty four hours to tell me what arrangements you’ve made.”
She left the room. Luke watched the door close slowly behind her. Maybe his ethics were not as solid as he thought. He proceeded to empty the brandy bottle.
After one half hearted yelp, Bet hid under the table.
That's Luke's dilemma…

Raven Bio…

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Happy Reading, love R x
 I'm off to get my cuddles…

Friday, 25 July 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Introductions #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here's today's flash.  Enjoy!

“What does he look like?” Leanne asked, and Mandy peeked through the crack in the door and whistled.
“To die for, but he doesn’t look best pleased at being kept waiting.”
Leanne smoothed the clingy black dress down her thighs, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“There you are. Finally.” His raspy voice held a hint of censure and Leanne sank to her knees.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Forgive me.”
She held her breath as he stepped up to her.
“Very nice, but I haven’t earned that privilege yet, pet.”
He smiled and held out his hand.

“Get up.”


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, 24 July 2014

Spotlight on Broken Neon @Robin_Badillo #newrelease #mm @evernightpub

This week is whizzing by, and as of today all my brood are now on summer holidays. Let the mayhem commence!


I do love having them home, though. Life goes at a slower pace, and inevitable sibling squabbles notwithstanding it's great for us all to reconnect and recharge our batteries. You can quote me on this when I feel like bashing their heads together.

Enough from me, however, and over to my guest, who is here with a delicious peek into her new release Broken Neon. Enjoy! Oh and you might want to set your fan on high!

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.


Finn’s lids lowered to half-mast and his nostrils flared. His cheek flamed red, and the emotion boiling under his skin became nearly tangible. “I don’t want you involved with this. I have to leave. If I don’t…” Finn clenched his jaw as his eyes glistened in the dark.
“If you don’t what?”
His breathing accelerated. The veins running up and down his neck stuck out, and his entire body tensed. “If I don’t, I’ll only bring you trouble. That’s what the Presswood boys do best. We bring trouble.”
Zane inched closer. “I can handle any kind of trouble you got.” He slid his hand up the side of Finn’s neck and cupped his jaw. “Trust me.” He moved slow, so slow he thought he might never taste Finn’s lips again as he cautiously leaned in for a kiss.
Finn didn’t back away. He stood frozen, his body hard and rigid with his jaw ticking adamantly. His body said no, but as Zane stared deep into his lover’s eyes, he could see the burn. The heat he’d felt so many times. The same yearning that Zane himself had been overwhelmed by the last few weeks. That fire only Finn could make him feel was right there, glaring back at him, begging to be stoked.
He paused centimeters from Finn’s lips, and inhaled his unmistakable scent. “For fuck’s sake, say it.”
Finn’s bottom lip quivered, and his crushed expression made Zane’s heart ache. “I love you.”
As the words left Finn’s mouth, Zane inhaled them as though they were oxygen. He pressed his lips to Zane’s, gently parted them, then ventured in, slow and sure until Finn sucked his tongue in further, kissing him in return.
Finn hugged him close, his head shifting from side to side as their tongues tangled and swirled. He lowered one hand to Zane’s crotch and rubbed up and down, exciting Zane even more.
His cock throbbed when Finn dipped his hand inside his jeans. He scrambled to unfasten them, allowing Finn to have his way.
Finn pulled Zane’s cock from his boxers and immediately lowered to his knees. Finn’s warm, wet mouth felt like heaven as he licked, slurped, and suckled the crown. As Finn was slip-sliding his tongue up and down the shaft, Zane’s heart pounded.
He eased down onto the sofa, careful not to create a void between his cock and the confines of Finn’s luscious mouth. That probably wouldn’t have happened anyway with the way Finn gripped Zane’s cock at the base.
Zane thrust himself upward forcing his cock deeper, scraping the back of Finn’s throat. He watched, enthralled with the care Finn took sucking him off. His technique had purpose, and his grunts and moans indicated he enjoyed pleasuring Zane as much as Zane enjoyed being pleasured.
He combed his fingers through his lover’s hair. “Look at me, baby.”
Finn’s gaze drifted upward with his cheeks hollowed out, his lips glistening with Zane’s juices, and sounds of their heavy breaths surrounded them.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Finn titled his head to the side, eyes still locked onto Zane’s, and he wrapped his tongue up the length of Zane’s shaft. When he reached the tip, Finn rose up, crawling higher until his lips met Zane’s.
The kiss was wet and sweet as Zane tasted his own pre-cum.
Their bodies mashed together as they writhed on the narrow sofa. “My room.”
“No.” Finn shook his head. “I want you here. Now.”

Bio and Links:

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.

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Wednesday, 23 July 2014

#MWTease from Taken by her Alien Warriors "Please, Sir, may I have your cock." @sirenbookstrand #mmf #scifi

Hello, lovely peeps. It's time for another Mid Week Tease thanks to our lovely host Sandra Bunino.

I'm sure you heard me squeal this week, as Taken by her Alien Warriors finally arrived on Amazon and promptly became a bestseller in the Sci-Fi category.


In fact at the point of writing this tease, my little story sits at #8 on the Amazon UK chart, and #26  on

Anyway enough of my excited squealing. Here comes your tease taken from Taken by her Alien Warriors of course. Ornack has a unique way of taking Gemini's virginity.

Oh, and the usual warning applies... it's hawt!

He had been right to wait for her to make the first move, and while he’d have preferred to have Zorran here, too, so that they could have claimed their little human together, he was done with waiting. He also couldn’t deny the primitive sense of ownership that made him glad he didn’t have to share this woman right now.
Zorran might not come back, but if he did, then he’d have a lot of explaining to do. Ornack grinned at the thought of Zorran being at the receiving end of Gemini’s wrath. Her stay on Drakan had allowed her to blossom, and she no longer feared showing emotion. Safe, as she was, in the knowledge that there would be no repercussions. She was no one’s slave here. She was an equal and, as his wife, under protection from the king himself.
“Ornack?” Her whispered question brought him out of his internal reverie and he pushed all thoughts of Zorran firmly out of his mind.
“Shhh, patience, my sweet wife. I was just contemplating how far you’ve come since you stepped off that ship. I doubt very much that Gemini would have taken the initiative quite as enthusiastically as you did.”
An impish grin appeared on her features, even as the most delightful blush heated up her fair skin. Her gaze zeroed in on his throbbing cock, which was trying its best to peek out over the edge of his leggings.
“You said I needed to ask for your cock, so please, for the love of god will you let me have it.” She bit her lip and glanced up at him and then added a quiet, “Sir.”
The dominant side of him roared at the term she’d only ever used for Zorran, and he knew his voice was harsh with need when he spoke.
“Say that again.”
Gemini sought his gaze and thrust her amazing tits higher into the air.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock. Make me yours.”
“Well, as you ask me so nicely, wife.”
He sat back and yanked off his leggings, enjoying her gasp when he fisted his heavy erection and slid the tip through her wet slit a few times. She was completely bare as was the custom, and he gritted his teeth against the exquisite sensations shooting up his dick.
“You’re so damn hot and wet for me, as I part your lips. Your little hole is quivering and your nub is hard and swollen and begging for my touch. You want this badly, don’t you, my sweet little wife?”
Gemini groaned in answer and, yanking on his shoulders, lifted her hips, so that the tip of his erection slid into her moist heat on the downstroke. Her vaginal muscles clenched around him, as though to draw him in further. Sweat formed on his brow with the sheer force of will required to not simply thrust in hard and claim what was his. However, Gemini was human and fragile, and she would need preparing to take all of his cock. He knew taking her virginity would be painful for her, especially as he was larger than the average Drakan, and he wanted her to remember this moment as special, not painful. He pulled away, grasped her wrists in one hand, and pinned them above her head. The action made her back arch further, and he indulged himself by running his horns over the rigid peaks of her nipples.
“Ornack, Sir…please.”
He chuckled at her plea and stilled her protest with a kiss. Her eyes widened when he secured her wrists with a strip of linen and then tied them to one of the posts of his bed. She yanked at them, and her musk increased as her excitement grew.
“You’re mine, little wife, and I’ll not be rushed in my feast, so stop trying, or I’ll restrain your ankles, too, and spank that greedy cunt of yours instead of fucking it.”
The soft gasp of excitement she made at his words was almost his undoing, and he bit down on the large globe in front of him. His fangs sank into her breast and Gemini screamed. She went wild underneath him as he sucked her life essence into him, and she rode out her orgasm. She was so beautifully responsive to his mating bite it left him in no doubt that she was indeed his true mate. He licked the tiny puncture marks left over from his bite as her body shook in aftershocks and continued south. Her pussy called him, and he inhaled against her sweat-slicked skin, savoring the flavor of his woman under his tongue, until he reached her glistening cunt. Parting the slick folds of her labia with his thumb, he marveled at how hard and engorged her clit was. It contracted under his regard and he bent to suckle the hard nubbin into his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head and the pressure on his horns made him grit his teeth as he ground his rock-hard dick into the covers to seek some relief. Relief that could only be found in the dewy heat that now gripped his questing fingers like a vise as another orgasm rushed through her. Ornack lapped up the gush of her juices and murmured his appreciation of her taste into her thighs. They trembled and shook, and he angled his head until it was his horn that slid through her wetness and sunk into her channel.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]

The men of any species have needs…

Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?

Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires.  Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.

With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.

From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.

There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Available from Amazon  Amazon UK  Bookstrand


 As ever thanks to our awesome hostess Sandra Bunino for putting together the Mid Week Tease. Do make sure you check out the other teasers.

D x

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Owned

Happy Tuesday, folks. It's time to tease you.

(Source: Pinterest

“Relax, kitten.”
The deep commanding voice pulled her under his spell. A shiver went down her spine when his calloused fingertips traced the curve of her neck. Those mesmerizing light touches left heated awareness on her skin, like a brand of his possession.
“I’m not your kitten.” She barely managed to raise her voice above a whisper, as he chose that moment to tilt her head to the side and inhale against her skin. Hot breath ghosted across the sensitive spot under her ear, and Marnie bit her lips to stop herself from reacting. Oh, he was good. Too good, in fact, but then what else did she expect from a man of his reputation.
“I told you, none of his is necessary. You’ve bought me, so just get on with it already.”
Tears threatened to fall, and she resolutely blinked them away.
Jasper Monahan, the man who now owned all of her brother’s debt, pulled her closer against his solid frame of muscle, until she could feel the long rigid length of his cock against her ass.
Everything inside of her went still when he spun her around. Pinned by his gaze she daren’t move.

“Oh, yes, it is.”

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