Monday, 28 May 2012

Let's talk Ménage - Guest blog and GIVEAWAY by Isabella Olivia Ellis

I am delighted to have Isabella back on my blog today with her newest release The Vampire's Second.

Bella had kindly agreed to hold a Giveaway. All you have to do is leave a comment and she will choose a winner in two days's time.
Over to you...


Hello! Today I feel like discussing ménage romances. Specifically, moving from writing a straight MF romance to adding a third element (if that’s what we want to call it. Tee hee.)
In The Vampire’s Bride, Prince Sloane and Lady Caroline meet, fall in love, and have hot sex with each other happily ever after. But wait…
What would become of her childhood sweetheart, Luke Stone? I couldn’t imagine that handsome hunk of man going to just ANYONE, so I decided that Caroline would have him after all. Of course, this complicates things a bit, but thanks to a wonderful loophole, it works out.
Writing the ménage scene for this story was my first try at having a threesome (in writing, AHEM). I found myself thinking, what do I do with this penis? And how does one arrange such a thing?
Clearly, since the book released today, I figured it out. And Caroline definitely gets more than she bargained for.
I hope you’ll have a look.

“Caroline is the key to fulfilling a prophecy. Her marriage to Prince Sloane is the final seal on his destiny to unite countries and lead an empire. He declares war on a rival vampire clan, but before he leaves he makes one request of Caroline. That she take her childhood sweetheart, Lord Luke Stone, as a Second. A Second is man who binds himself to a woman with the promise to protect her at all costs and acts as a surrogate husband. To appease Sloane, Luke and Caroline agree. After he leaves, the royals of Bernehart are sent away for their own protection. While in exile, Luke and Caroline find themselves drawn to each other once more. They not only have their desires to contend with, but also danger from their enemies. And the big question is, what will happen to their relationship when Sloane returns?”

The discussion did not go as either had planned. After a few minutes of chatting, Caroline realized that Luke was trying to pretend as though nothing was between them. She raised her voice at him and he stood up to leave.
Before he could, Caroline shoved him in anger. Even with the added strength from being an Other, it was ineffectual at best. He took several steps away from her, pressing his back into the wall. Not caring that he seemed to want to get away from her, she propelled herself toward him and screamed,
            “You’re being a coward, Luke Stone. A plain old coward.”
            “How am I being a coward, Caroline? Because I don’t want to partake of another man’s wife?”
            Without thinking, she slapped him across the face. He winced, but stood his ground. “It’s not like that, and I know it’s crystal clear to you. You’re his Second, so it’s not adultery.”
            “Does a mere ceremony really change that much, Caroline?”
            “I could ask you the same thing, Luke. Is a wedding, at its basest, not a mere ceremony? Don’t hold yourself to one creed and ignore another. It is unbecoming.”
            Luke wrenched away from her grasp, his sleeve nearly ripping from his effort. With his back to her, he looped his fingers together behind his head and stood there like a winged angel.
            To his back, Caroline cried, “I love you. I have loved you since I was a little girl in short skirts. And I know you love me. What are we doing this for, I beg of you?”
            With a quick turn, Luke silently scooped Caroline up. Arms locked under her ass, he spun both of them so that Caroline’s back was now to the wall. He held her up so that they were face-to-face, rapid breath from each coming toward the other. Her eyes were level with his, and she couldn’t decipher the expression in them. The air between them was thick with tension. Caroline could almost taste their mutual desire. Pressing her harder to the wall, he slid one hand out from under her and plunged it into her hair. She felt his fist curl around the tresses at the base of her neck and he pulled her face towards his.
            “Do you truly love me, Caroline?” he whispered, with a voice that was thick and rough.
            She couldn’t speak, and only nodded.
            “Say it.” He demanded this of her, tensing his grip on her hair.
            Caroline swallowed hard, her want frozen her throat, and said, “I love you, Luke Stone.”
            He seemed unable to be gentle in his current frame of mind, but Caroline found herself not minding. Their movements together were rough and quick, a combination of both their flared tempers and the desperate desire to consummate their relationship. With his free hand, Luke lifted her skirts high enough so her lower body was bare in his grasp. Caroline dug her fingernails into his shoulders and slid her legs so they wrapped around his waist. After a moment of frenzied fumbling, he had his trousers loose and down around his ankles. She felt his cock brushing against her cunny as he adjusted his hold. Then he looked her directly in the eyes and made another demand:
            “Tell me that you want me, Princess.”
            At the sound of desire in his voice, Caroline couldn’t help but dig her nails deeper into his flesh. She leaned forward so that her forehead rested on his and said in her most serious voice,
            “I want to feel you inside me. I need to.”
            Luke didn’t need any more invitation that that, evidently, because in one quick thrust his cock was within her for the first time. It was so strange to feel him move inside of her after so many years of unfulfilled desires. He felt even bigger than she had anticipated and the walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Each slight movement was an exquisite sensation. He moved both hands to her waist and with her back still pressed against the wall began thrusting slowly. Through gritted teeth he said,
            “You feel as delicious as I always imagined you would.”
            Caroline tightened her legs around him and pushed against the wall to meet his rhythm. Her pussy was dripping with her want and she could feel their moistness mingling together and running down her thighs. Luke’s hands curved down to cup her ass, and still inside of her, he carried her over to the bed. He pulled her from him and turned her around so that she was bent over facing away from him, with her rear pushed out toward him. She felt his hands on her, traveling over her thighs, past her ass, and then sliding down her belly and under her scrap of a gown.

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Sunday, 27 May 2012

A naughty six for Six Sentence Sunday

Today I bring you another six from my Naughty Fairy Tale The Last Of His Kind, which is coming June 12th from Evernight Publishing.

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.

Till next week, folks. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and don't forget to check out the other participating authors here.

Friday, 25 May 2012

Book Spot Light - Losing his Religion by Alex Bowman

Now I don't know about you, but that title has me intrigued, and the cover isn't half bad either.


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The Soul Collectors, 1

Discarded most of his life, Jamie had learned as a teen that he was a Soul Collector, one of a mysterious group who fought the demons that attacked fellow humans. Cast out into the world, alone, the orphan fought hard to find his way, ending up in a seminary of all places. But chastity wasn’t a problem. He had no time or trust for relationships, let alone love.

Ios felt protective of the Soul Collector, the one the prophecy claimed would one day be his mate. Following the human for years, Ios had done everything he could to ensure his safety without stepping out of the shadows. He also held his lust in check, knowing Jamie would never accept him.

The time was upon them to join forces. Could Jamie handle who and what Ios was, and trust the growing feelings between them before it was too late?

Be Warned: m/m sex

Excerpt – Losing His Religion
©2012, Alex Bowman

“So did you?”
“Did I?”
“Know I was yours the moment you saw me?”  Jamie pinned him with a look of lust he’d never quite seen flash on the man’s face before.
Mine.  Ios’s felt the rush of need spiral through him with such force that it nearly took him to his knees.  His cock thickened and he felt his balls tighten.  His whispered “Yes…” floated on the air, his body trembling with the hard-won control to stand in place and not cross the room and force the human to the floor under him.
“I don’t know that I believe in fated lovers, predetermined to find one another.”
“I’m not asking you to believe in anything.”  Ios believed enough for the both of them. 
“I will admit, there is something…” 
Something?  “What?” He needed Jamie to say it, that he wanted Ios.  Needed Ios.
Jamie’s face flamed and he glanced down, apparently unable to put the emotions he felt into words.
Fuck it.  Control is overrated.
Ios stomped across the small space, grasped Jamie’s head in his hands and pressed his lips against the smoldering heat of the human’s mouth.  Swallowing the gasp of pleasure, he thrust his tongue into Jamie’s mouth and tasted the ale left lingering there, as well as the heat and taste of his male.
When he felt Jamie’s hands spreading across his chest and moving down his stomach, he tightened his whole body, needing for the hands to venture further south, needing the male to show him that he wanted more through his exploration.  As warm hands rubbed against his hardened cock through his jeans he could have shouted in joy.  He deepened the kiss, pressing his hips forward, languishing in the caress from his male.
Ripping the shirt open, baring Jamie’s chest, the tinkering of buttons hitting the stone floor echoed around him.  Ios spread his fingers along the hard muscles before him.  Jamie removed the shirt, dropping it to the floor.  The material puddled around his feet and Ios wanted more to follow.  His shaking fingers pulled at the belt buckle Jamie wore, and he tugged at the leather, not wanting to remove his lips from the human’s.
Pulling back, he was afraid the moment would be lost if he could not keep Jamie in a frenzy.  His need was too great.  He could not be denied this time.  Ios would have the male now, or he would explode.
Warm hands steadied his.  “Let me.”
Jamie gazed into his eyes, slowly removing the belt and dropping it to the floor.  His hands then went to the top of his pants and he unbuttoned them.  The slow pull of the zipper reminded him that he was overclothed as well.  Ios removed his t-shirt in a flash and kicked off his shoes.  By the time his pants were gone, Jamie also stood naked. 
His hands ached to touch the male, to explore every single inch of flesh he had to offer up for his inspection.  Jamie was beautiful.  Small, firm muscles curved over his slim build, his skin nearly unmarred.  The wound in his chest was no longer visible.
A small smattering of blond hair started below his belly button and thickened as it surrounded his jutting cock.  Fully erect, it stood proud against his stomach, a pearl of fluid shining at the tip of the purple head.  Thick veins spread along the shaft and Ios’s mouth watered to taste the flesh.  Dropping to his knees before his human, he got a closer look at what the male had to offer.


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Wednesday, 23 May 2012

The tortoise or the hare - which one are you?

Writing wise, which one are you?

Do you plug away at a manuscript or do you sprint through it in record time? Are you prolific or do you just release one, two books a year? And does it matter?

Well, I can't answer the last question for you. I guess your sales will tell their own story on that one. Personally I'd worry readers will have forgotten all about me, if they have to wait six months for my next book. E-publishing is a fast moving business and I know, personally, I love it when I discover a new author, check out their backlist, and find a whole plethora of goodies waiting to be read.

It's like Christmas, and yes I will buy a new author's entire backlist and happily lose myself for hours. And you bet I'll be looking out for that author's new release and it will jump straight to the top of my reading pile. Would I be that enthusiastic, had I just read the one book?

If I really liked the book, then yes, I reckon I would be, but chances are as time goes on I'll have forgotten about that author, and unless I stumble across them again, I may never read them again, which would be a shame. Mind you, I tend to seek out authors I really like and follow them on Twitter, Facebook, Blogger, and such like, so I should in theory see the new announcement. Of course if that author is not that prolific on social media, either...well, you get the idea.

Putting the issue of sales to one side, can you change the way you write? Should you even? And does it somehow make you a better writer if you write slowly, rather than fast? I've come across a few instances lately, where being prolific has been linked to somehow inferior. Like those of us that 'churn' books out do not take as much time and care with them as others with a slower output.

Hmm, as one of those prolific writers I take umbrage at that suggestion. I can only speak for myself, but those manuscripts I sprinted through in record time are no less laboured over than the ones I took much longer to write. For me, it simply depends on how loud the voices are, as to how quickly I get to write them. And the small matter of real life, husband and nine children, including one very attached baby. I am fortunate that I'm a SAHM so I can  and do write during the day, but by far the bulk of my writing is done in the evenings when the kids are in bed. I rarely go to bed before 1.00 am in the morning (at times it has been closer to 4.00 am) and I have to be up at 6.30 am to start my day...

I'm a slave to my muse, what can I say. It also helps that writing is "me" time. I know I get twitchy and bad tempered when I haven't managed to write for a few days, especially when I have characters screaming at me to tell their story. As much as they can be a pain in the behind when they take over, I love it when they do, cause words pour onto that word doc and the story practically writes itself.

Goldie and her Bears, Riding her Tiger and my soon to be released The Last of his Kind are prime examples of that. I had no choice but to turn into a hare. Sleep, or rest was simply not an option until they were done, dusted and subbed. Does that make them somehow inferior to my other works who took longer? Well, I don't think so. I guess you, the readers are the judge in the end, and thankfully so far you seem to like my writing. Be that written by the hare or the tortoise ;-)

Personally, I would never dream of suggesting that how quickly an author manages to write and get those releases out there, is any indication of how good an author they are. Do I marvel at those who manage word counts of several K a day? You bet I do. Do I wish I was like them?

No, actually. I write what my characters tell me and at the speed I can manage at any given time. Do I begrudge other author's productivity? Again, no, why would I? I am far too busy trying to do my own stories justice with everything else I have to juggle. So I really do not understand the tendency to point fingers, make excuses, call it what you will. And don't get me started on drive by one star ratings, which smack of other authors trying to put down someone else's success. Thankfully I don't seem to have fallen victim to that, yet, but friends have, and the sheer vitriol behind some of them is astonishing to me.

There will always be room for a good story, so let's all just concentrate on writing the best stories we can, however quickly that may be.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The power of four

As I clutch my coffee and try to wake up, I bring you something different today.

Raven McAllan tagged me in this fun post, which is basically four things on various topics that you may not know about me.

So, here goes:

Four places I have worked:

Greggs Bakery
Sun Alliance Insurance
Luton Tourist Information Centre
Gossoms End Elderly Care Unit

Four movies I could watch again and again:

Gone with the Wind
Pretty Woman
Dirty Dancing
Tequila Sunrise

Four TV Shows I watch:

Strictly Come Dancing
Dancing on Ice
Holby City
True Blood

Four Authors I enjoy:

Charlaine Harris
Georgia Fox
Cherise Sinclair
Lora Leigh

Four Places I have travelled to:


Four websites I visit daily:


Four favourite foods:

Chocolate (that classes as food, right?)
Roast dinners
Beans and potato pan

Four places I'd rather be:

On the beach
In bed
Hiking with my family
On horseback

Four people I want to tag:

Serenity Woods
Melissa Jolley
Tory Michaels
Adonis Devereux

This is just a bit of fun, but if you've been tagged, please make your own list and link back to me. Can't wait to see what you come up with :-)

Monday, 21 May 2012

The Twelve Naughty Princesses - Guest blog by Adonis Devereux

We all love Fairytales don't we? Loved them as a child and am completely hooked on the naughty adult versions. No one does it better than Evernight Publishing with their delicious series of Naughty Fairtyales.
But don't just take my word for it. I'll hand you over to the Mrs of the incredibly talented husband and wife team that are Adonis Devereux, who is here to tell us all about their Twelve Naughty Princesses.



Max is a soldier down on his luck, and when the king sends out a call for volunteers to solve the mystery of the twelve dancing princesses, Max figures he has nothing to lose, nothing, of course, except his head if he should fail. Max has faced death before and doesn't fear it, but when he meets the princesses, all lovely, light-hearted, and battling constant exhaustion due to their mysterious nightly escapades, he realizes he could lose his heart as well. To win his princess, Max must break the spell. But he must face the truth that the twelve princesses are terribly naughty and do much more than just dance, and he will have to join in the amorous festivities himself to get them out.


Thank you so much, Doris, for having us here at your blog! I am the Mrs. half of Adonis Devereux, and I wanted to talk a little bit about how we wrote The Twelve Naughty Princesses. The Mr. half and I were in the midst of a plotting session for our current work-in-progress. We are most definitely "plotter" types, and we have to plan everything in advance. We have to know the entire story before we type the first word. So there we were, hard at it, and we stopped for a coffee break. We took a quick peek at Evernight's webpage, just looking at the new releases, and we were both struck by the sheer coolness of the Naughty Fairy Tale line.

"It's a shame we can't write one of those," he said.

"Yes," I agreed. We usually write stories set in our own fantasy world of Gilalion, and we have not attempted much else. But I have always been a huge fan of fairy tales, and I thought more.

"Actually, maybe we could. What about Sleeping Beauty? You know, the original version."

"Yes, the one where the prince rapes Sleeping Beauty in her sleep and gets her pregnant. Twice." He nodded. "We could do something with that."

"Ooohh! But what about The Twelve Dancing Princesses? Who said they just have to dance?"


So we laid aside our other plotting session and plotted like mad. The next day was a Friday and a holiday, so we went out on a date. And took our computer. And wrote all day long. The following day we both had a lot of work, but we stayed up late. We completed the draft that day, and we subbed it as soon as we proofed it.

Evernight liked it, and the rest is history!


            Each princess chose two dancing partners, and an invisible orchestra struck up a waltz. The music fell like dew drops and moonlight over the room, coating everyone and everything in its beauty, doubling in Max his longing for Alaren. She fell into the arms of one of her partners, leaning back into his chest. He cradled her in his powerful arms, and they swayed together. The other man joined them, and Alaren was pressed between their flesh. They moved with the waltz, their feet unerringly skipping across the ballroom floor while their bodies undulated against one another. They moved like waves in the sea. Each thrust evoked a pull. When one exhaled, the other inhaled. Grab and swirl, push and grind, the dancers performed their sex-waltz. Max brought himself almost to climax before he stopped suddenly, letting his cock go as it twitched in anticipation of orgasm. He knew how to build up his cum for a final, explosive release. He grabbed his cock again and resumed stroking.
            Perdita, the mistress of the ball, walked around to different trios of dancers and administered light spankings where she thought appropriate. Some of the twins she upbraided for not giving themselves to the night, for not dancing with all the passion they could muster. The princesses giggled and moaned, enjoying every moment of their punishment. Max wondered if some of them did not dance badly on purpose just so they could get spanked. After being disciplined, the twins danced with greater heat as they wiggled their buttocks on their partners' growing cocks. Perdita walked on, and the expression on her face reminded Max of a matron of a particular cat-house he used to visit regularly. Everyone had assumed that due to her severity, she hated men and wanted nothing to do with them. But Max had known better. Over her own protestations, he gave her a good fucking one night, taking her instead of one of her girls. That was just what she had needed, and he had known that. Whenever he went back there, he always fucked her. Perdita was much the same way. She looked stern and
intimidating, but Max knew all she needed – all she wanted – was a forceful cock inside her that would not spurt within the first minute of intercourse. Strong women had that effect on men. They needed even stronger men with even greater stamina to topple them and give them the orgasms they craved.
            Max returned his attention to Alaren, and his cock regained its vigor. Alaren was the woman for him; there was no doubt about it. She was what he needed. Max lost track of time. He did not know how long he stood there jacking off, but the music finally ended. The princesses’ slippers were worn through. They must have danced for hours, but how time flowed in the faery realm Max did not know. He was still as horny as ever. The princesses were all covered in sweat, their hair drenched and clinging to her skin, their corsets moving up and down with their labored breathing.


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Sunday, 20 May 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

For today's six I am delving into my upcoming Naughty Fairy Tale The Last Of His Kind.

Penelope has helped Doric back to her house, having found him naked and injured on the shores of Loch Ness ...

"It suits you, Penelope. I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave."
A fresh wave of heat suffused her cheeks and spread down her exposed throat, making him wonder how far that blush went.  His cock hardened further, and he struggled to his feet, clutching the strange fabric to himself to hide his body's reaction. He couldn't hide his wince of pain however, as his hip locked, the remaining poison shooting arrows of acid along his veins. Sweat broke out across his forehead, and he crunched his teeth to stop himself from showing weakness in front of a human, delectable female or not. He had to get away, back to the waters of the Loch, away from temptation.

Until next week, folks. Have a great weekend and don't forget to check out the other authors here.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Guest blog and Giveaway by Raven McAllan - Riding Ryder

I am delighted to have Raven McAllan on my blog again today for the release of her latest story Riding Ryder. A very hot m/m. But don't just take my word for it.

There is another Doris on this blog today - I know, scary, right...


 Well hello, Now I hope I'm not going to get you all confused, but there are two Doris's here today.
The Doris, who has kindly invited me to come by and chat, and me. (Well I think she'd have preferred Caleb or Logan, but she's got me—hey they have a lot to sort out. Me all I've got to sort out is how to make my blasted brother let me show how good I'd be as a Dom.)
So here I am. Me, Doris from Riding Ryder.
 Now Ryder? That’s Caleb.  I suppose to some people if I say he's a sex therapist, they'd get the wrong idea. It's difficult to describe what he actually does. Helps people to fulfill their sexuality I guess. To their full potential, in whichever way he has to.
And that telling phrase…'in whichever way he has to' was the thing I worried about when he and Logan got together.
Yeah, Logan was sure he could cope, sort of knowing what Cal had been up to, even if it was his vocation. Me? I wasn't so sure.
I guess this love is scary and you need to step out of your comfort zone, is one of the reasons I don't go in for it.
 I love Caleb, as a brother, and well now I feel like that about Logan as well, and to see them… well I'm not going to say any more now… I don’t want to get into trouble, and I want you to read the book and you decide what you think.
All I will say; is how men do like to complicate life.
Anyway, our ghost writer (I called her that, waved my whip over her head and she nodded…I think in agreement.) Raven, says I can leave you a snippet and say there's a copy of my brother and Logan's story, if you comment and—she always has to complicate things— follow her blog and Doris's (this Doris not me, I don't blog, I'm trying too hard to be D the D you understand), for one lucky commenter/ follower.

When Caleb met Logan, the attraction was instantaneous and reciprocal. Logan was sure he could cope with Cal's job, until reality kicked in.

Caleb Ryder has a vocation, one he knows he has to follow. When he falls for Logan that job gets in the way. How can his soul mate accept that the job he loves involves sex, both hand on and off?
Logan is sure he can cope, but will reality prove too much? Can Caleb give up his life's work for love, or would that truly be the end of their relationship?

Sorry, just GOT to ask Doris to put the pic in again here… I love my brother and his…


“Two girls.” Caleb said gently. “Two girls, last night. I can still see you wondering, and I know you won’t ask.” He moved his hands gently back and forth over Logan’s back. “Newly out, new to each other and making love with a female partner. And scared shitless they’ll do something wrong. So they’re tense, then of course, nothing is right. But they’ll get there; it’ll just take time, love, and caring. They’ve got all that. I’m just showing them how they do it physically.” He moved his hands to Logan’s dick, and then raised an eyebrow in query. “You going to come for me, Lo- gan? Let me fist you, make you come, shoot all over my hands while you finger-fuck my ass? Then let me show you how you can make me come?”
Logan, his eyes misty with emotion, nodded and took hold of his cock firmly in one hand and reached for Caleb with the other. “Here, with my love. Both of us or neither,” he said firmly. “I’ll enjoy finger-fucking you while you fuck me, and we can both come together like this.” His fingers scissored and moved inside Caleb, as his other hand began to rub Caleb’s cock. Caleb picked up the rhythm and matched it with his hand on Logan’s dick. The result was instantaneous and overwhelming. Two voices shouted out their completion as two hot, wet, streams of cum erupted all over both their hands.
They made it to breakfast just half an hour before Caleb had to leave to see Kiri and Rena.
“I hope you don’t need to do anything that will give you indigestion,” Logan said wickedly. “Too much exercise on a full stomach is not good for you.”
Caleb laughed, relieved to see Logan could make a joke about something that affected him so profoundly.
“Hopefully, I’ll be needed in tutor mode only. No hands-on required. So I can sit on my ass and let my food digest.”
“You’d better, bro.” Doris had entered the room, enjoying the banter between the two men. “But if not, the indigestion tablets are in the first-aid cabinet.” She laughed as both men leaned over and kissed her.
“Right, I need to go.” Caleb stood up and pushed his chair back from the table. “I should be back for lunch about one, then I’ll start running through the office stuff, if you fancy.” He looked at Logan, who nodded.
 “No prob.” Logan watched as after a toe-curling kiss, Caleb left the room. He sighed.
“Survived your first night, did you?” Doris asked. “He get called out?”
He nodded. “Yup. I nearly blew it. Luckily, he has faith in me, and by God, D, I’m going to try to live up to it. At least I man- aged not to ask who he’d gone to or what he did, but it was a close thing.” He paused. “Then this morning he gave me the compliment of telling me a little. No names, not what he did, just why he was needed. I felt ten feet tall.”
She smiled at him, and he saw the sympathy in her eyes for his plight. “Going okay so far, then. What will you do if he does tell you what he’s done, and it’s something you don’t like, some- thing you’re jealous of, or feel threatened by? What will you do then?”
He shook his head, showing his frustration with the thought. “Kick the cat?”
“We don’t have a cat.”
“Yeah, kick myself then. Or get rip-roaring drunk. God, D, I don’t know. I just do not know.”

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Thursday, 17 May 2012

Cover reveal

I wasn't planning on blogging today, but I had to share my new cover for my Naughty Fairy Tale with you all!

Here is the unedited blurb:

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?


So, what do you think? 

Coming soon from Evernight!

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Book Spot Light - Park And Ride by Alexandra O' Hurley

I'm a great fan of this author's work, so I'm thrilled to have Alexandra O'Hurley's latest release in the book spot light today!

I read this myself last weekend and loved it! There is a fab twist, I'm not going to tell you about, and a sweet love story, and naturally the sex is hot. Perfect combo, really.

So, check it out!


A late night trek on a lonely stretch of highway gets Kellee yawning…that is until a hot stranger in a sports car catches up and begins to give her a naughty show.  Enthralled, she can’t take her eyes off the dirty things he does, her eyes glued to his body more than the road.

When he points to a rest stop sign, she knows she’s at an impasse…keep on driving for home, or take a ride on the wild side?  Should she take a chance for one wild, hot night?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, public exhibition, sex toys, anal play.



From her height in the SUV, she could see into the interior, and saw a man alone at the steering wheel.  She could not see his face, only from his massive chest down to the tops of his jeans clad thighs.  He had no shirt on and she clearly saw the deep ridges of his chiseled abs from her vantage point.  His thick, muscled hand rubbed his stomach before moving lower, to his silver belt buckle. 
Hello!  He is perfectly built.  A girl’s wet dream. So, he’s not a killer, just a pervert.  My kind of man.
He slowly undid the buckle with one hand and pulled open the clasp.  Button undone, she could see his cock beneath the heavy denim start to come to life, thickening and spreading the material taut.  Her own fingers fisted at the sight of his apparent length.  A man like that was hard to find and she’d been lucky enough to stumble across him.
His long fingers reached for the zipper and grabbed the clasp, pulling the mechanism down slowly, inch by inch.  She could almost hear the swoosh of the sound in her head as her panties dampened from the lusty scene beside her.
Eyes back on the road, she swerved slightly as she realized she was coasting close to his car.  She returned her gaze as quickly as possible to the scene beside her, not able to stop watching the man’s deliciously naughty performance for more than a few seconds.
His broad, tanned hand slid under the waistband of his dark boxer briefs and he began to touch himself, not allowing her a glimpse of the flesh he obviously stroked beneath the soft jersey. She felt her own clit thicken; the electric pulses running through the nub of flesh forced her to emit a soft moan in response. Her tight pencil skirt prevented her from fondling herself in return, though she ached to follow his lead.
Two white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel, she watched in utter fascination as the stranger pumped his own cock, just out of her view.  She looked up again, correcting her course, and when she looked back, the thick head of his cock was finally visible above the waistband.  The broad tip hinted at an incredibly thick shaft and a shot of longing speared through her.  He raised his hips momentarily and pulled his jeans down just a few inches, so they rode his narrow hips.
The stranger returned his hand to his groin, rubbing his erection through his boxers before pulling them down a few inches as well, allowing his cock to jump from the space.  It was glorious, long enough to entice, thick enough to spread a woman’s pussy wide upon entry.  A nest of dark curls surrounded the base and traveled up to his navel, tapering off in the ascent. More juices collected in her panties at the sight of one of the hottest cocks she’d ever seen.
Kellee licked her lips, swiping her tongue over the dried flesh, her mouth watering to taste the stiff shaft he now held in his hand.  She lifted her hips and tried to pull her skirt up to her waist to no avail.  She lost speed and nearly sideswiped his car in the attempt.  Stuck watching the sexy man jerk off with no ability to surrender to the same caresses from her own fingers was a torture no woman should have to endure.
His hand confidently stroked up and down his shaft. He knew exactly what he liked, and when he pinched the thick head, she imagined a pearl of fluid rose from the tip.  She licked her lips once more, enamored with the idea of tasting the salty cum, wondering what flavor it was.  In between heaven and hell, she watched as his muscled arm rose up and down, working his dick in practiced strokes.  His hips began pumping in time with the movement and she knew that his release was nearing.
Kellee’s heart dipped, for as soon as he was done, she was sure he would race away, leaving her to travel the next hour, alone once more, battling her racing heart and needing the relief of her fingers plunging into her wet pussy.  But just as she thought she would see a wide arc of cum spread across his tanned abdomen, he stopped his movements, pinching the tip of his cock.
She caught her breath, as if she could will him to stop, to stay with her and play some more.  Her eyes returned to the road and then back to him.  Both his hands were on the wheel as his cock lay flat against his navel, still hard.  She could see his rapid breaths and knew he was attempting to quiet his raging heart and hold back his inevitable release.  Kellee felt the ache in her pussy and needed him to return to motion, move his sexy hand along his large cock once more.
A mile passed with no more.  Another.  The light remained on, he remained at her side, but nothing.  Was this another torture?  She bit back the desire to honk her horn, try to sideswipe his car, anything that would stir him into performing for her.  Sweat formed at her brow from simple need.  She needed him to continue as much as she needed her next breath.


What did I tell you, hot!

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Tuesday, 15 May 2012

And the winners are....

Thank you everyone who commented on my Erotic Romance Madness Blog Post. The response has been fantastic and I enjoyed 'meeting' you all.

The two winners of an e-book of their choice from my list of available books are:

Jess and Mary D.

(chosen with the help of

I will be in touch to find out which book you'd like.

If you missed out this time, look out for future blog hops here. I have a couple of upcoming ones.

Thanks for reading!

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Erotic Romance Madness Hop

Welcome to my little corner of the Erotic Romance Madness Hop! I'm very happy to be participating in this, especially as I never would have thought I would write Erotic Romance.

This is the woman that blushed scarlet and needed help writing her sex scenes just eighteen months ago.


I do not have that problem anymore, as those of you familiar with my writing will know. What changed you might ask? Well, just like in real life, practice makes perfect. I was also introduced to the wonderful world of reading Erotic Romance.

One book that blew me away was recommended by a friend and was my introduction into the wonderful world of Ménage.

Holly Bardwell is running from her past mistakes. Straight into the arms of the Colter brothers.
Colters’ Legacy, Book 1
Adam, Ethan and Ryan aren’t looking for women. They’re looking for a woman. One woman they know will share their lives and their beds. They’re losing hope they’ll find her, that is until Adam discovers Holly lying in the snow just yards from their cabin.
Adam knows she’s the one the minute he holds her in his arms, and as soon as his brothers see her, they know it too. The only problem is convincing Holly of that fact—and protecting her from the danger of her past.

To say my jaw dropped, when I read it would be an understatement. But, I  loved it and read myself through the entire series in quick succession. I was hooked, plain and simple. 

Now, my own writing gradually got hotter and hotter, but I still never thought I would eventually write ménage stories myself. You know that saying, never say never...

Because, yeah, I've written a couple and I'm sure there will be more, because I had a hoot writing them. And not only are they Ménage but paranormal BDSM too. Just can't resist those hot shifters, it seems.

Goldie And Her Bears is my naughty fairytale, and my just released Riding Her Tiger has my unsuspecting heroine ... err.. well... riding her tigers.


Can one night change your life forever? 

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.
Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her permission to come. 
"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.
As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.
"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.  He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.
Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.
"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.
"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.
She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.
"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."
Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.
"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.
"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."
The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.
"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.
"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"
Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.
With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."
"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

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Hopefully you will find lots of new authors and books you may like the look of, and we are all giving a little something away too.

I am giving away two copies of my e-books to two lucky commenters, and yes that includes my new releases. Have a look on my website, read the excerpts and see what you think. You're bound to find something that tickles your fancy.

Thanks for reading and Happy Hopping!

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