Monday, 31 December 2012

Book Spotlight - Prophesy Of Blood by Tory Michaels

I am delighted to have Tory back on my blog today with the third installment of her Dream walker Series. Enjoy this sneak peek. 

One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.

With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.


“Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”
She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.
As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.
The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”
He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”
Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”
Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.
The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”
It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”
Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”
 “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.

Author Bio
Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.

She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Book Spotlight - Stand And Deliver by Marie Medina

If you haven't discovered Evernight Publishing's Romance On The Go line, then you're in for a treat. These stories are short, yet satisfying ;-)

Today I have Marie Medina newest release in my spotlight. I do like a Highwayman so I am looking forward to reading this series myself!

Check it out, folks!


Eloise thought being whisked to another dimension by a handsome man would be a fantasy come true, but the gorgeous nobleman in question can’t even make her come. As she tries to figure out how to free herself of him, she begins to notice a masked man following her wherever she goes.

In this world of lords and ladies, should she be afraid when this dashing highwayman rides up and demands that she be delivered into his arms? Her brain tells her to be wary, but her body tells her that the ultimate fantasy might be within reach after all…

Teaser Excerpt:

Adam watched Eloise closely. They were in one of the bedrooms of the abandoned Trancy manor, which served as Gerard’s home and headquarters. He had tied her, very loosely, to a chair with silk scarves. She’d made no effort to free herself. The looks she’d given him and the heaving of her breasts told him she was aroused, but he could tell she was embarrassed by it and trying to fight it.
“You aren’t screaming or trying to run away, my lady. I believe you’ve been looking forward to this meeting.”
She searched his eyes. “You’re no ordinary highwayman. I know your voice. You must have been at one of Theodore’s parties.”
Though he was glad she at least knew his voice, it bruised his ego a bit she couldn’t properly place it. “You’re right. I have only been a highwayman for a month. And there is only one treasure I have wanted to steal.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He walked over to her and caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of her trembling. “Yes.”
“There are easier ways to attract a lady’s attention.”
He went down on one knee and cupped her cheek more fully. “Like this?” He captured her lips, taking advantage of her gasp to fully ravish her mouth. She stiffened, but he held fast, and soon she melted in the embrace. She was breathless when he let her go.
The game he was now playing seemed to arouse her even more. “I believe I have your attention now.” He dipped his head down to kiss her neck. Then lower. He tightened his grip on her shoulder as his lips neared her breasts. Her heart pounded in her chest as his lips caressed the tops of the soft mounds. “Are you frightened, my lady?”
“That is a trick question.”
He looked up at her. “Is it?”
“You’re very good at seduction, but you’re also a kidnapper.” She took a labored breath. “And I’m a goddamned fool for not wanting you to stop.”
He laughed, though he could see in her eyes that she was a little afraid, despite her body’s reaction to him. “Perhaps, Eloise, your heart knows you shouldn’t fear me. Don’t be angry at my little deception.” He untied his mask and let it slip from his face.

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Friday, 28 December 2012

Wine and Nine #releaseday #erotica #shortstories #kindle

Excuse me while I run around like a demented loon for a bit, because today is Release day of a special little anthology called Wine And Nine.

Magic Mac and his Mystical tours, the brochure said. What it didn't tell the participants of this coach trip is that the quaint Scottish Inn they stopped at held a secret.
When you add women, wine, and men the outcome is never certain. Will it be happy ever after or is this just the beginning?
Find out in these nine scorching erotic short stories, guaranteed to raise a kilt or two.


This is a collaboration with my fantastic Critique Group The Nuthouse Scribblers. Whilst we have written together before and have several Anthologies under our belt, this is our first venture into self publishing, so yeah just let me do that again...


Ah, that's better!

The idea behind this was conceived around a kitchen table in Scotland when we got together for a meet up. Wine may or may not have been flowing, but there were nine of us and the rest is history.

Here is just a teeny lil snippet from my story, called, Darya.

Smoke tickled her nose and rough fabric scratched her skin—her naked skin. What the hell? Darya's eyes flew open. She blinked rapidly in the smoky, gloomy atmosphere surrounding her and looked straight at a pair of hairy legs. The man had his back to her, his kilt riding up enough to expose muscular thighs as he bent forward to tend to the fire in the middle of the room. Talk about a titillating view. She bit back the completely inappropriate giggle threatening to erupt as she wondered whether he was wearing anything underneath the tartan cloth. Considering she was buck naked under these rough sheets, and she seemed to be stuck in a replica of a blackhouse—complete with a cow staring straight at her from behind the partition opposite—whether the stranger was wearing underwear was irrelevant really. She sat up slightly, wincing at the unfamiliar soreness everywhere, and froze.
The man in front of her had swung round and the light from the fire threw his ragged features into clear view. She was staring at the man from the picture. Clearly she had lost her marbles as well as her clothes. Her heart beat a little faster at the expression in Kincaid's eyes. He looked as though he wanted to devour her. Men never looked at her like this. Never.


You can buy our tale of Scotland, men in kilts, and the women, and men who love them on Amazon!

Go on treat yourself, you know you want to...

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Christmas Miracle #freeread #erotica #christmasstory

Merry Christmas everyone!

To show my appreciation of all your support over the last year, I thought I would write you a little hot story.


God, she hated being away from home at Christmas. It was alright for her workaholic boss, but he didn't have family. Neither did she, per se, but tonight was Christmas Eve and she always spent it with her nieces and nephews. Not this year. She was stuck in a posh hotel, miles away from home. Her face hurt from keeping an inane smile on it for most of the evening, almost as much as her feet did in these ridiculously high shoes, she'd forced herself to wear to go with the sleek dress.
The boss had needed her all dressed up like the proverbial Barbie doll, to distract the lecherous chairman of the company he wanted to merge with. Every feminist instinct in her screamed at the injustice of using her law degree in such a demeaning manner, but Mum's nursing care cost, and it fell to Louise to contribute the lion share, as she only had herself to look after.
By the time the 'good ol' boys' had finally cinched the deal, Louise's fingers had itched to wipe the smug grin of the overweight man whose pudgy fingers had been making a slow and painful path up her leg. In a last ditch attempt to get away, she had accidentally spilled her champagne down her front and had made her excuses.
She pushed her keycard through the lock of her hotel room door, and breathed a sigh of relief when it swung open. She didn't bother to click on the light, too focused on slinging her shoes off, and peeling herself out of her now sodden dress.
"Would you like some help with that, beautiful?" The deeply seductive voice raised gooseflesh on her bare arms. She froze with her dress snagged over her boobs and her head half covered with the hem of her dress, giving the owner of that voice a perfect view of her stockings, suspenders, and lacy, black thong. She on the other hand could not see a thing, though whoever that voice belonged to must have turned on the light, because the room brightened through the gauze of her self-induced blindfold.
She turned into the general direction of that deep baritone.
"Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my hotel room. I'll scream!" The words came out breathy and muffled, and she tucked harder at the offending fabric.
His amused chuckle sent shivers down her exposed spine, and when she finally managed to get the sodden fabric over her head, and she saw who was waiting for her on the bed, those shivers turned into tingles of awareness.
Dressed in nothing but red underpants and a jaunty Santa hat, Nathan smiled at her, and she lost herself in his crystal blue gaze. His normally clean shaven face was covered in the most delicious stubble, and as for the rest of that body. Holy Shit. She knew he was well built. Even the non-descript coffee shop uniform he normally wore couldn't disguise those broad shoulders and perfectly formed biceps, but who knew her favorite Morning pick-me-up on the way to work, hid such a clit clenching body underneath that drab work uniform.
Her nipples peaked and her pussy clenched in need, as arousal dampened her thong, and she bit her lip.
"It's you? But what are you doing here, and how did you get in?"
Maybe she had fallen asleep. Yes that had to be it. She had lusted after Nathan for weeks, so naturally her subconscious would conjure him up. It had been way too long since she had a little fun of the horizontal kind. Too bad Sexy Nathan wasn't real, but she could make sure she had one hell of a dream, anyway.
His next words confirmed her suspicions.
"I'm your Christmas present, Louise." He stretched his hand out toward her, and inhibitions forgotten she stepped toward temptation. His long, warm fingers closed around hers and he gave her hand a sharp tug. She tumbled on top of him with a shriek, and the breath left her lungs, when he flipped her over, until she was pinned underneath him. She moaned and wiggled herself closer. Pressed into the covers by his weight on top of her, she reveled in her helplessness and his eyes darkened, as the unmistakable evidence of his need for her, prodded against her belly.
He groaned low in his throat and bent his head to nip her lip in warning. Excitement pooled low in her core, and he smiled, whilst taking her arms and pinning them high above her head.
"Hold onto that headboard and do not let go. Do you hear me, Louise?" There was an edge of command in his voice she had never heard before, and her breath hitched in response. He smiled, when she curled her fingers round the rail and then brushed a kiss across her lips. A mere whisper of a touch, but it sent her need for him sky-high.
"Hmm, I can taste the champagne you've had. But we need strawberries to go with that, don't we."
He lifted himself off her for a second and reached across to the nightstand. She too looked across and her eyes widened at the bowl of fresh strawberries left there. He picked one of the ripe fruits up and ran it along her jawbone, over her cheek, down her nose and over her lips that parted automatically for him.
"That's my girl."
The approval in his voice warmed her already heated skin to inferno proportions and she moaned low in her throat when he licked the lush fruit and bit into it.  Again he traced the contours of her mouth, and this time she tasted him with the sweet fragrance of ripe strawberry when she too bit into the fruit. Again and again he repeated the process until the sticky juices of the fruit ran down her chin, over her throat and into the valley of her breasts.
His eyes darkened further as his gaze followed the crimson rivulets, and her hands tightened on the rail. She shook with the effort it took to not reach out and touch him. When he bent his head to suckle her bottom lip, her hips bucked off the bed in response. The ache between her thighs became unbearable as he deepened the kiss, and their tongues danced together in an ever more passionate rhythm. He ground the thick, hard length of his erection into the juncture of her thighs and she spread her legs wide, desperate for him to thrust into her. She could feel his smile in the butterfly kisses, he trailed down her throat. He licked a path of heated awareness along her sensitive skin, sending tingles of arousal down toward her clit, with every lick of his hot tongue along her skin. The slow torturous descent was driving her insane with need, and when he finally blew against her hard nipples, she begged him to hurry up.
He chuckled into the valley of her breasts, and pulled the cups of her bra down. Her breasts ached and tightened in need, and she squirmed when he rubbed his stubble across the oh so sensitive peaks of her nipples. He bit each one lightly and the tiny pinpricks of pain zoomed straight to her clit.
"Please … please, Nathan. I need you to fuck me now."        
Louise didn't recognize the needy porn star imitation of her voice pleading for him to take her, to fuck her, to fill her with his cock. She was never that vocal about her needs, but then she couldn't recall the last time a man had got her so worked up, that she was hovering on the edge of her release already.
He released her nipple with a pop, and shook his head.
"Oh no, you're not ready yet."
"Yes, yes, I am, please … I need … ooooh—" The ability to talk at all left her completely when he licked a path along the quivering skin of her tummy, shouldered her legs open wider and ripped her sodden thong off her in one fluid move.
"Look at me, sweet Louise."   
She followed the whispered words immediately and he gave her the most sinful smile, before he licked his lips like a connoisseur.
"You are so wet and swollen for me already. You have no idea how often I fantasized about doing this. You're not going to rush me, now that I finally have you where I want you."
She frowned at the words. They seemed awfully odd for a dream, but before she could say anything, his warm tongue pushed her pussy lips apart and Louise gave herself up to sensation. He lapped at her slit like a man dying of thirst, and the deep appreciative growls send almost painful vibrations to her swollen clit. He licked around it in ever increasing circles, easing off every time she came too close. Sweat trickled into her eyes and her hair stuck to her skin, as her body climbed the rungs of bliss, only to be denied that elusive release time and time again.
When he pushed several fingers into her tight channel, her hungry pussy clenched around the digits and Nathan swore into her folds.
He withdrew completely and Louise was on the verge of tears.
"No, please, I need you to…"
"Shh, my sweet, I know. I know. You have done so well." His kiss was soothing and arousing in equal measures and when he pulled back again and smiled at her, she blinked the tears away.
There was a rip of foil and her whole body tightened in need, as he positioned himself between her thighs. He pushed into her slowly, carefully, awakening a thousand little nerve endings in the process, as her body struggled to accept his thick, hard length. He watched her carefully until finally he was seated to the hilt and she was so full, she felt utterly complete, possessed, loved.
He kissed her nose and ran his hands slowly up her arms until he reached her fingers still tightly clenched around the rail of the headboard.
"Let go now, baby."    
He pulled out and thrust deep at the same time, and Louise saw stars, as her body tightened around him. He clasped her hands in his, and thrust again, pounding her into the soft covers, marking every inch of her as his. Together they climbed, faster, harder, until the ripples started deep within her core.
Nathan swore and increased his rhythm, pushing her over the edge, and as her internal walls closed around him, he too tensed and growled his own release into her neck. Caught in the myriad of sensations assaulting her, Louise bucked against him, hopelessly filled and surrounded by him, as he pushed her body into one earth shattering orgasm after the other.
She screamed her release, until her voice was hoarse and when the room finally stopped spinning, he rolled off her slowly and drew her into his side.
"Merry Christmas, Louise."
She smiled and curled into him, her last conscious thought, before she drifted off to sleep, that she must go away more often, if she had dreams like that.
Nathan smiled down at the woman in his arms and sent a silent prayer of thanks up to the powers that be. He had a lot of explaining to do in the morning, but now he had her, he was never going to let her go.
She was his very own Christmas Miracle.

(Copyright 2012 Doris O'Connor)


Have a fantastic time this festive season, however you celebrate it.

D xx 

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Breathless Press Naughty List Blog Hop #erotica #freebooks #christmas

Welcome to my little corner of the Breathless Press Naughty List Blog Hop, which runs from December 22nd - 24th, where we talk all things naughty.

I recently chuckled to myself, because I did one of those Facebook quiz things you can get. This one was a "How naughty are you?"

I got 97% naughty!


So, yes, I reckon I'm definitely on Santa's naughty list, and I am laying the blame firmly on Breathless Press' door. Oh yes, I am. You see, I was never going to be an erotic author, oh no sirreee, not me. I could never write *that*. Hey you're talking to the girl who blushed at writing this sentence.

She could feel her knickers getting damp.


But then came the call for an antho from BP, and I had an idea, and with my tongue firmly stuck in the side of my mouth, I wrote Awakening.

I recall hubby reading it, and just looking at me like a gold fish... He then said, "Well, my love, you only have to ask if you need to do 'research.'"

*smiles to self*

As you  can tell, Awakening was not included in the Antho, but published as a stand alone. That cover is still one of my favourite ones, and here is just a little snippet from that story for you.

Astrid gasped at the sudden rip of her dress, cool air on her naked flesh, as he thrust one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus, pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”
Another finger thrust deep, lifted her up on her tiptoes, her hands grabbing his shoulders for support. “That’s no, my lord.”
 At the shake of her head, a third finger stretched her further and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Yield to me, my bad, bad girl or your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong with me?
His gaze locked with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me my pretty, now! Trust me.”
Astrid couldn’t resist; something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled power. “Yes, my lord.”


*whistles innocently and fails miserably*

But Awakening wasn't my first *First* with BP. Oh no, in Goldie And Her Bears I wrote my first Menage, and we had another foray into some F/F action too.

You can read a hot excerpt HERE.

You can see why I blame BP, right?


I found my home an an erotic writer, and I am very happy writing hot steamy sex now. But, and there is always a but, you will always find a heart wrenching love story with that steamy sex. Alpha heroes to die for and sassy heroines who give as good as they get.

As part of this Hop I am giving away one of my available BP books, which are those two and the Anthology The Alpha's.

Before I go let me pimp my brand new Christmas Release with Breathless Press.

A homeless shelter at Christmas may seem an odd place to find one's soul mate, but love knows no boundaries—or does it?

Anja has grown fond of the wolf-like dog hanging around the shelter. With her soon to be ex -boyfriend putting pressure on her, her canine friend proves to be more reliable than any human could ever be. If only he were more than just a dog.

Helping others is not always easy to do, unless Ethan can do so undercover. However, hiding your true self brings problems of its own. Finding a mate had not been in Ethan's plan of action, but Anja's easy acceptance of Mutt breaks through all of his defenses.

The problem is he is not what he seems, and will his deception by proxy prove the end of them before they even have a chance at love?

For an excerpt and to buy it at 10% off (well you can't blame a girl for trying, right?) visit HERE.


Don't forget to leave me a comment to be in with a chance of winning one of those titles. Just tell me what you did to be on the naughty list. Don't forget to leave your e-mail addy, and then hop along to the other participating authors.

Good Luck, and have a very naughty Christmas!

Friday, 21 December 2012

Deck Mac Hall - Guest Blog by Raven McAllan #release day #bdsm #erotic #christmasstory

I have the lovely Raven back on my blog today with her brand new release Deck Mac Hall, a little hot BDSM Christmas tale guaranteed to warm you up on a cold winter's night!

So, read on, and see how she came up with the idea.


So the conversation went a bit like this…

Doris   "Breathless Press have put out a call for Christmas stories, I've got one in my head."

Me       "Write it…"

D         "What about you?"

Me       smug* "I have one (The Perfect Gift—Breathless Press) or two (Where There's A Will, a free story with Evernight Publishing, and a story in Vanilla Free Christmas, also with Evernight Publishing)…or well…hmmm."

D         "I recognize that hmmm…"

Me       "So…I will if you will." (I reckoned I was getting a good deal here, one of Doris's stories to redit, and I did have an idea or two.)

Several months later…
In the mean time I wrote, I redited, I subbed and was accepted. And here we are, Deck Mac Hall is now ready to be read by you all. I love Mac and Holly's story, and hope you will. It's not the traditional Christmas story, although we do have a Carol.

I love Christmas, I spend several days over my decorations, adding a few each day, until I have the house as I want it. I even Deck my Hall lol, though not in the way Holly feels like. And I have holly, but it adorns the picture frames and not just my hall.

It even seemed like we might have a white Christmas like Mac and Holly, but it doesn't seem so the moment. It's more likely to be dreich. (A good old Scottish word that, dreich) Damp and grey.  However that won't dampen my spirits, and even if it’s cold—well—read Deck Mac Hall and I guarantee you'll soon warm up.

Just to whet your appetite here's the blurb…

For ten years Mac had trained to understand the sort of Dom he is. Now he must explain himself to Holly and hope it's what she wants.
Holly has lusted after Mac for years, so when he suddenly announces this Christmas is the right time, she is determined to see it through.
Mac is a man of extreme tastes, and he's not all sure that Holly can be the sub he needs. He has prepared for this time for years.
Will all this preparation bear fruit, or is little Holly going to run away screaming? There's only one way to find out.

See? Not sugar sweet but nice and hot…just the thing for a cold winter's night. Or day.

So pull up a chair, grab the beverage of your choice, Christmas cake, oh and a fan…

Here's your excerpt…

“I want you to look at me now, Holly. Listen carefully, and if you don’t understand anything, say so. Okay?”
She nodded.
Lesson one, Holls. “You don’t nod. You need to vocalize. You say ‘yes, Sir.’”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
“You will, you know. Believe me. However if it’s too hard to say that yet, let’s start with yes, Mac. Never yeah or okay. Always yes, Mac, or yes, Sir.” He didn’t give her time to come back with a sassy retort but continued. “And never, ever, forget this. You will be in charge. Everything we do, everything I give to you, stretch you with, you have the chance to bring to a halt. I may demand obedience and expect you to obey without question, but that’s where your safe word comes in.” The look of concentration on her face made him want to punch the air and shout “Yes.” She was so serious, her teeth worried her top lip, and she twirled a stand of hair around her finger. “It is the way to stop everything.”
“So what is it?” she asked. “My safe word?”
“Something I know you mean when you want me to stop what ever I’m doing. It’s important, Holls. It’s got to be something you won’t use for anything else. Because you need to understand what’s going to happen and what we’re going to become. I’m going to show you things you never thought you’d be capable of. Push you to your limits and then some. If you are truly unhappy, you say the word, and we stop. Immediately. But here’s the rub. You’ll need to be very, very certain you mean stop. Not slow down or let me think about it. I expect you to decide that sort of stuff before we get to the final stages. I promise you time for caution. However later?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s crunch time. Because once I stop, I’ll never go there again. It’s a total cessation of whatever we were doing. Do you understand me?”
“Er... oh, er. Yes, Mac.”
He could have kissed her. First hurdle over. “Good girl.” He did kiss her then, a swift hard kiss that had his zipper stretched to the limits. Mac hoped his cock wasn’t going to bear the imprints of the teeth. The only incisor marks he wanted were Holly’s and not on his dick. Her moan was enough to tighten his balls.
So,” he continued, and he could hear the arousal in his voice. Could she? “Your safe word. It’s got to be very specific. It’s no use having a word you could use in any other context. Some people use hand signals or a traffic light system. Red stop, orange be careful, and green go, go, go. I want a word. One word to make me stop.”
He’d forgotten her hatred of Scotland’s national dish. “Okay, haggis. You say that, and we’ve finished whatever we were doing for good. I promise you that, Holly. You have to trust me, but it is on my oath. Now I’m going to ask you questions. Without exception, you have to answer, so I know how to start. I won’t be embarrassed, we won’t do anything too extreme, but we will be truthful. Yes?”
“Yes, Mac. But can I ask questions as well? Because I’ve read things where the sub person isn’t allowed to speak and stuff. “
“Ah, Holly. We’re not other people we are us. I’m me. I’m a Dom, but I’m the Dom I want to be for us, you and me. No one else. Who says what’s right for one couple is right for another? Our relationship will be ours. So tonight we both need to ask questions and find answers. Then we can move forward. But be warned, from now on we start our exploration of needs. So, ‘yes, Sir,’ or ‘yes, Mac.’”
She grinned, her eyes sparkled, and he saw her cock-tightening blush appear over the top of her jumper. He wondered if it did cover her whole body, and had every intention of finding out sooner rather than later.
 “Yes, Mac. I, um...need to get my head round the ‘Sir’ bit. It’s too much like being back at school and waiting outside the head- master’s office for some misdemeanor or another.”
Fair enough. “Right, yes, then, Mac will do. Okay, so technically a virgin, in that you’ve never made love?”
“Yes, Mac.” Her voice wobbled, but she spoke out loud. “You use toys? The presents I’ve sent you?” Holly giggled. “Well, d—er, yes, Mac.”

And there you are. Hope that's warmed you up a bit …
Hope you have a very Merry Christmas,

Love R x

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Book Spotlight - The Lawman's Librarian by Rebecca Brochu

I am spotlighting a hawt little m/m tale today. You have been warned!


When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister Lana he fully expects to have a miserable time.  What he doesn’t know is that Lana has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves.  Peter’s the town’s librarian and the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children.  The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested. 

After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts.  When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss Nick has to make a choice.  Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter?  Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?


Intrigued? Read on for a scorching excerpt!


Teaser Excerpt: 
He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin.  Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly.  Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.
Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him.  Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it.  He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking.  He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.
He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover.  Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole.  The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly.  Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.
He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat.  Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
“Nick.  Nick, please, please I’m ready.  I’m ready, Nick.  I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me.  Come on, come on, come on!”  Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.“Fuck, Peter.  Fuck.  God, I can’t wait.  I can’t.”  Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.

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