Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Book Spotlight - Tell Me Touch Me Feel Me by Kassanna

I am delighted to  have the talented Kassanna back in the Spotlight today with her latest instalment of the Club Lexx series. She has left us with a yummy excerpt, so enjoy!


He’d have her by any means necessary, even if it meant overcoming her secrets and cutting off his family.

Luther Lexington didn’t question why his brother sent for him, but
knowing John, he was sure he had his reasons. What he didn’t expect
was to find a mocha beauty, in the guise of security personnel that
threw her fists first and asked questions later. From the moment she
laid him low, he wanted to get her lower, as in under him.

Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx
security guard. Make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was she to know he was the owner's little brother? Now he corners her every chance he gets, and she doesn't have time to play.

Tanya harbors a secret, and if Luther didn’t stop chasing her…in the
end she could lose it all. That is, of course, if his brothers don't
ruin everything first.


After making sure all the lights were on, she took a good look at Luther. He’d removed his shoes and was stretching in the middle of the ring. With his chest bared she saw every ripple his muscles made. Cream filled her panties. Right now he’s the enemy, idiot. Stop letting him distract you. Tanya berated herself while trotting back to the ring. She climbed up and stared at him for a moment before crawling under the ropes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Why, you scared?”
“Of you? Phhhfffttt.” She blew a raspberry at him.
“So how do you want to do this?”
“Pin me. Two out of three wins.”
“Remember you agreed to this so don’t get mad at me when I win.”
“Bring it on.” Tanya raised her and crooked her fingers.
Luther didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her around the waist he went straight for her body. Scrambling, Tanya gripped his forearms while pushing back against his chest to loosen his hold then she dropped, slipping from his grasp. Tanya rolled between his legs and came up behind him. Kicking at the back of his knee he went down. Turning over before she could jump on his back he came up quickly to face her.
“I’m pretty sure that is an illegal move.” He limped back and forth.
“You didn’t say we were playing by rules. I’ll have to remember that.” Tanya wiped a hand down her face, hiding her smile.
“No, rules aren’t necessary. Glad to know where we stand.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.
They circled each other a few circuits around the ring. He tackled her legs, taking her down. They hit the mat with a thump. Pulling one leg from his grasp she twisted her body and tried to crawl from beneath him. Luther let go of her other leg and wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her back. He fell down on her body. She lay under his body, breathing hard and listening to his breath saw in and out of his lungs.
“You give?” His words came in short pants.
“Not even, you have to pin my shoulders.” Bucking, she got enough room between their bodies to slither free. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her, tugging her back toward him. Bringing her knees to her chest before he could fall on top of her, she heaved him up and off her. He didn’t move far, hustling to climb back on top of her. Tanya crab-walked to the side, eluded his grasp and rolled up onto her feet. Luther grabbed her shorts and pulled them down around her knees. Kicking her legs she shed her shorts and did a couple of hops to evade him. She looked down her body, and pursed her lips. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to throw her the clothing.
“No rules, remember?” Luther brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose. “Damn, you smell good.”
“Fuck you.”
“We did that already but I’d love to do it again.” He swung the material on his index finger.
She made a grab for it and missed. He swung her around and pushed her against the ropes. Covering her with his body, Luther lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, hard. Her mouth opened under his assault. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing pass her teeth, and tangled with hers. Her hands crept up his arms over his sweat-dampened skin and locked around his neck. He groaned into her mouth when her hands tousled his hair.
Luther lifted his head, looked her in the eye and flipped her around. Kissing the back of her neck and down her spine he pushed her over the top rope, bending her at the waist.
Slipping his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged. The fabric gave way and his fingers dug into the soft cheek of her ass as he kept her from flipping over onto the floor below.
“I want you,” he whispered as he dropped minute kisses along her shoulder blades.
“You can have me if you pin me.” She slipped out of his grasp, naked except for her bra. She stared at the length of his cock straining against his jeans. Meeting his stare, she arched a brow.
“I’m motivated, what can I say.” He shrugged.
Tanya couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up from her chest. “Come and get me, big boy.” She braced her feet in anticipation of his next move.
Luther charged for her, reminding her of a bull on the run. She held her ground, waiting to the last possible second. When he was within range, she gripped his bicep, and jumped off her toes. Wheeling around, she threw herself across his body, dropping him where he stood. The mat shook under their combined weight. Her breast pressed flat on his chest, she took two deep breaths before rising and shifting to crouch over him. With her arms straight and hands pushed against his shoulders, she leaned forward.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Men, Men, and more Men - Guest blog by Abby Hayes

Hello my lovelies :-)

Do I have a treat for you today! Prepare to be entertained and to get hot and bothered. I would suggest a fan and glass of water and do not read this at work!

Over to you Abby...


Abby Hayes Guest Post – Men, Men and More Men

The real subject or question is…why am I so obsessed with the M/F/M scenario? I mean we can always start with the two are better than one argument: two men, two hard cocks, two hard asses, two mouths to kiss, two tongues to lick me with *sighs* But that isn’t really all there is to it. Of course not. And let me warn you that when I write, I like to make myself the female, change my hair, my eye color, my style of clothes, whatever, but I am the main female character when I am writing her. So, for the remainder of this post, you will notice I will refer to the main character, the F, as me *giggles*

Okay, back to the why. First, watching two guys live, in action, is a tiny bit of voyeurism. Yes, it is only two I’m watching or who are watching me, but that is one more than the normal amount who see you naked. I like to fantasize about watching and be watched, so in any ménage, you get two to play and one to observe as a hot form of foreplay!  Of course then, being the F in M/F/M, what I want to watch is the two men together first and foremost. So lets explore that just a bit more.

The man on man action to me, in my fantasy, places two dominants together. I like the struggle, the play for dominance. I’m talking two alphas who make me shake in my boots kissing, each trying to lead in the dance if you know what I mean. I want roughness, even possibly spanking, Mr. A throwing Mr. B down on the bed and smacking his ass only to have Mr. B accept a few well-administered spanks before rearing up, grabbing Mr. A and pulling him over his lap to spank Mr. A’s ass as he struggles against Mr. B’s grip. Squirming yet? I am. Hmmm, and now I have two red asses. Happy girl!

Let’s continue on… In this scenario, oh and I have may ménage fantasies, I don’t want to see just Mr. A in Mr. B’s ass while Mr. B jacks off. No, I want them to take turns, to vie to be the top. I want to witness Mr. A coming in Mr. B’s ass only to have Mr. B who has struggled to hold back his own orgasm, pouncing on Mr.A then, thrusting his full erection into Mr. B and going to town until he comes. Okay, so I would not look away if someone showed me one of those male on male wrestling porn flicks! LOL

Now that me, as the F, is naked, squirming, wet and pulsing in the chair in the bedroom, the men can pleasure me as they recover, rebound for a second coming. I definitely want hands and lips all over my body, sort of in a basic submissive position now, letting them fight over me, compete to turn me on. No, I don’t want it all, but this is my fantasy, well one of the many that is. They turned each other on, even got off, now they can fight over me, my body. I wouldn’t protest a spanking, I mean I am a bad girl for watching. I wouldn’t put up a fight even if they took turns or worked together, over one’s knee while they both spank!

Alright, we know how this ends, one cock in my ass and one in my pussy, but I want them rough, I want them grabbing my hips, even fighting over placement there, fingers digging into my flesh, talking to each other about who is pleasuring me more, until we all come, together – my ultimate fantasy here – and fall into a sweaty pile of tangled limbs in the bed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a giving lover, this is just one of my submissive dreams with more than one dominant male in it. Next time maybe I can explore the M/F/M where the men don’t touch, just share a woman, and so she has to do a lot of the leading. Oh, maybe on the flip side, I could be the dominant one in the scenario over two men or more. That would quite fun too! I have as much of a thing for being submissive as I do to being the one in charge :)

I snuck a bit of M/F/M sexiness into my latest release, Dream Job, Check it out!

Dream Job Excerpt:

An hour later, Kim was thrilled with how the day was going so far. She’d moved a few props, changed lights around, moved the actors into new positions, got them water and stuff between shots. It was just as she was getting comfortable that the threesome made their deal and moved into the bedroom. Still, she found she was still impressed with the foreplay along with the push and pull of emotions the characters portrayed as Jeff’s character learned to share his girlfriend. She had only seen a few porn flicks in her life, and they were not exactly like this. As she wondered if this had something to do with the change in term from porn to adult film, all the clothes save Leann’s garter, hose and heels had disappeared.
Suddenly, the fact she was watching real people have live sex hit her like a volcano erupting all over her. As Jeff’s cock disappeared into Sinn, her screen name feeling much more appropriate now, Scott or Slick Maxim posed behind her then shoved his cock into her ass.
“Kim, there is too much of a shine on Scott’s butt. Powder, please,” David said in a voice like he had asked her to do nothing more than wash the freaking dishes or something as common as that.
“Boss, I think your new assistant looks like she might pass out,” she heard Scott exclaim.
David came out from behind the camera, grabbed her by her arms and turned her toward him so fast that she felt a little woozy all of the sudden. Her hands landed on his chest, rock hard under her fingers, and she started to see stars.
“Kim,” his hands went to her cheeks making everything worse, putting them in a position that all she could do was think of kissing him, “Are you going to be able to do this?”
“Sure,” she found her voice. It just didn’t sound as strong and sturdy as she wanted it to. Rather than all breathy like Sinn’s, hers was half there due to diminished breathing abilities. She took his hands away from her face, gave her head a little shake, and tried to channel the sexual tension she was feeling into energy and confidence to do her new job. “I got it.”
The heat moved through her cheeks down over her chest as she let go of David and went for powder. She went to the right of the threesome trying to divert her eyes from the two erections buried inside Sinn. It was as fascinating as it was odd to see. She couldn’t imagine it herself; she had no concept of having two cocks inside her at once.
To get through, she concentrated on the amazing ass cheeks on Scott.
“Good?” she questioned David who was standing beside his camera still rather than behind it.
“Uh, let me see.” Now, his voice sounded off, tense, deeper than it had all afternoon. He moved behind the camera. “Will you angle the light on your side toward him more, I will tell you when to stop.”
She continued to do as she was told through the shoot. Her attempts to trick her mind into somehow not realizing fully what she was witnessing were futile. The only real distraction she had was stolen glimpses at the hunk behind the camera. These were not helping keep her traitorous body under control though. She thought somehow she could steal herself against it all, at least that was the story she’d told herself when she’d considered taking the job. If David had been the trip wire that set off the tiny explosions inside her stomach, then the threesome moaning and screaming and seemingly enjoying themselves were the sparks that set off the whole case of dynamite, in the form of pulsing nerves and tightening muscles. Ready and willing, she screeched a bit herself when David put his hand on her back.
“You okay there?” he asked, rubbing her back in small circles.
“Yes. I’m fine. I think. Need something?”
“I just cut for lunch. Where were you off to in that mind of yours, exactly?”
“Just thinking…ah…well, about my own life, I guess.”
“Wishing for a ménage?”
“No!” she burst out, making the three naked people trying to gather up their clothing turn to look at her. “Sorry, no, I didn’t mean my life in exactly that way.”
“You got a boyfriend, Red?” Scott asked.
“Recently ended a three year relationship.”
“Sorry, to hear that,” he smiled, but David sighed, running his hand over her cheek then giving her a wink.
“I’m not,” she said. Yet, she thought, what I am sorry about is that you keep touching me, in all the wrong places.
“I hear the door. Lunch is here. Meet us in our sorry excuse for a break-room.”
“Sure. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dream Job Blurb:

Kim was tired of still working non-field-related jobs three years after getting her B.A. in Film and Digital Media. After a bad break up, she talks herself into doing something about it and applies for a job in the adult film industry. Thinking she made a mistake – looking at the cheesy posters on the walls while waiting for her interview – she comes close to leaving, taking another cashier job. However, when she catches a glimpse of her boss-to-be and his disheveled dusty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes and tight white t-shirt showing ripped abs above tight torn at the thigh jeans, she is more than intrigued.
Now, between her sexy-as-hell boss man, David, and filming a ménage shoot, Kim is having feelings and thoughts she never thought she would.
Kim begins to realize this just might be her dream job after all.

Genres: Contemporary Erotica, Ménage M/F/M

Available Now from Naughty Nights Press at 
AmazonAll Romance Ebooksand Smashwords

Abby Hayes

By day, Abby is what the world tells her to be. By night, alone with her imagination, she is who she wants to be. Giving into the breathy voices who pant new and exciting sexual scenarios inside of her head, she pounds away at her keyboard. Abby’s only goal is to have her readers free their own minds, grab their ereaders, and go away with her into a world where no one judges what the body wants, instead they explore what the flesh is capable of.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Blog Hop Winners

Thank you everyone who commented on the Summer Nights Blog Hop. I had such fun reading your comments. Some of them made me laugh out loud, others I nodded to in agreement ;-)

So without further ado, here are my two winners chosen with the help of

Sherry and Tina B.

I will be in touch to find out which one of my books you'd like. Don't forget to check back on Sky's site to see who won the grand prices!

I will be be participating in two blog hops in July, so do come back to check them out! Thanks for hopping everyone!

Sunday, 24 June 2012

Six Sentence Sunday from Tiger Scars

Welcome back to my little corner of Six Sentence Sunday.

Today I bring you another snippet from Tiger Scars, which releases July 9th.

In this, their first proper scene, Ink had ordered Cherie to strip, something she found incredibly difficult to do. Not only is she a fuller figured lady, but she has many scars, emotionally and physically. Ink forces her to confront her demons, to help her heal.

"Shall I tell you what I see?" He lifted her breast out of the way so that the deep wound was clearly visible in the mirror. "I see a woman who survived. A strong woman, who should wear her scars with pride. A woman with curves a man wants to get lost in. I see my woman."

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

Friday, 22 June 2012

Book Spotlight and GIVEAWAY - Her Unlikely Bodyguard by Lorraine Nelson

I am delighted to have Lorraine Nelson back on my blog with her newest release, Her Unlikely Bodyguard. Such a beautiful cover! Lorraine is holding a GIVEAWAY, so do make sure you leave a comment below!

Take it away, Lorraine


A stalker who wants revenge…a past flame rekindled…Jemma Leigh's summer just got interesting.

Jemma Leigh Harding has drawn the attention of an unknown stalker and returns to her hometown of Somerville, a safe haven—or so she thinks—on the east coast of Canada.

Theodore Garrity is the last person she expects to see, considering how easily he walked away from her after graduation to join the army.

Their past history involves secrets Jemma Leigh is hesitant to share. When it becomes clear the stalker has followed her home, Teddy becomes her unlikely bodyguard. Will the terror and past hurts separate them forever? Or will love blaze a fresh path for their future?


Jemma Leigh returned to her research and left the men in the kitchen. A short while later, she heard careful footfalls as Ted made his way up the stairs to join her. "You finished with guard duty for now?"
"Could be that I came up here to do some hands-on bodyguard work."
"Oooh, I'm liking the sound of that, Teddy Bear." She loved it when they bantered back and forth like this, sexual innuendos abounding.
"And I'm becoming addicted to your charms, Jemma Love."
"Addicted speaks of something you crave over and over again. I'm loving the sound of that. Well, let's see about putting a little of my charm to work, shall we?" she suggested as she rose and went to meet him where he stood just inside the door.
"This is madness," he said between hot, smothering, impassioned kisses. "We should have our ever-lovin' heads examined."
"Later. We have more pressing issues right now," she declared as she pressed herself against him, the ridge of his erection pushing into the soft, tender skin of her belly. Standing back out of the way, she could see his shaft straining the seams of his jeans as it grew hard and ready for her.
"Too many clothes," he announced as he danced her inside then closed and locked the door.
As the lock snicked into place, Jemma Leigh started to undo her blouse, but his hands stilled hers as he requested, "Let me."
Every button released meant the slightest touch of his fingers as they brushed against her skin. Oh, sweet torment! His hands glided sensuously over her upper body as he guided the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, letting it tangle at the cuffs, effectively trapping her hands behind her as his gaze continued a slow, carnal investigation of its own. Bypassing her bra, he swept his hands over her curves to rest at the juncture of her thighs. He grabbed her mound through her jeans and rubbed, gently at first, then harder, and harder still, until she was twisting and moaning, grinding her pelvis against the pressure of his hand, seeking some relief from the erotic torture he'd created.
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, causing her to whimper in protest at being denied such pleasant sensations. Then she felt his hands at her waist, undoing the fastenings of her jeans, sliding inside to caress her hips as he worked the fabric down over her curves, baring all except the brief patch of curls hiding her pussy from view.
Running a finger along the inside edge of her thong while the other hand teased the valley between her butt cheeks, he had her body humming at a fevered pitch. Then her eyes shot open as he left her standing there, semi-nude and bereft of his touch, but he'd only put enough space between them to rid himself of his clothes, watching her all the while with an intensity that caused his eyes to resemble rich, malted chocolate.
He stood proud and erect in all his manly glory, and she couldn't take her eyes off him as he strode to the bed, pulling back the covers before returning for her. He swept away the rest of her clothing as he kissed her senseless. Then he picked her up and cradled her in his arms to carry her across the room, laying her down gently before lowering his body to rest beside her.
"You know, this is only the second time we've made love in a bed," he stated as he lay on his side facing her, his head propped on one hand while the other rested leisurely at her waist.
"Yes, I'm well aware of that, so let's get on with it," she teased. Taking his hand and moving it to her breast, she thrilled to his touch as he rubbed and massaged first one, then the other. She delighted in his sudden gasp as she took him firmly in hand to stroke the solid length of him.

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Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop

Welcome to my little corner of the Summer Nights Blog Hop which runs from June 20th - June 24th. Over a hundred Authors are participating in this great hop, and we have some fabulous prizes on offer, so stay tuned on how you can get your hands on them.

It actually feels like Summer here in the UK today, for a change! We have brilliant sunshine, which has been rather a rarity these days. Of course a nice hot book can transport you away from a rainy day and real life in an instant. And the beauty of literature is that you can take liberties with the weather.

In my Naughty Fairytale The Last Of His Kind  the weather in Scotland is kind to my protagonists. It is the middle of summer in the story, but anyone who has been to Scotland will know that does not guarantee nice weather. Observant readers will also note that I have omitted the midges.

Well, Penelope spends most of her time naked, so the poor thing would be most uncomfortable...

And talking of uncomfortable, but in a good way, I will leave you with a little hot summer night scene from that story.


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?


"Did I give you permission to move?" He chuckled at her sharply indrawn breath and turned her over just enough to deliver a few sharp slaps to her ass cheeks, still sore from earlier. The burn spread across her skin, and to her shame she grew wet again. But that felt so good. He massaged the sting away, and her throat went dry when she followed his gaze.
"What have we here? Just what I need for your punishment." He reached across her to the scented candle she kept on her nightstand, and Penelope's heart tried to beat itself out of her chest when he lit it effortlessly with the matches she kept in easy reach. Surely he wouldn't? She watched in fascination when he ran his hand repeatedly over the flame and murmured his approval when the wax started to run down the side of its thin stalk.
"Doric, please…You can't."
"I can't what? Have you forgotten you're mine for tonight?" Before she could respond he tipped the candle just enough for a small trail of wax to glide between her breasts. She gasped at the sensation of the hot wax sliding along her sensitive skin, and his smile turned wickedness itself. He wiped the wax away within seconds of it scorching her skin, leaving a delicious tingle in its wake. Her nipples turned into turgid peaks. Her clit contracted the closer that trail of wax came to her mound. He drew patterns along her skin, leaving the wax to settle now. Every new hot drop sent her need spiraling as the sweet pain morphed into white hot arousal. He watched her closely for her reaction, murmuring his approval, the hard length of his cock nudging her thigh. By the time he parted her labia and hovered the candle above it, she was so close to coming she was begging for her release.
"Easy, I've got you. Shut your eyes." His deep voice sent a warm glow through her, and she obeyed immediately. The burn to her clit stung like crazy before his warm mouth soothed it away, and the tingles spread across her skin. He swung her legs over his shoulders, his warm hands digging into her ass and spreading her wide. She tensed for an instant when the slick head of his cock nudged against her anus. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard enough to hurt, his voice carrying an unmistakable demand to obey.
"Relax. I have no wish to hurt you. Look at me. Breathe in, and let it go as I push."
She complied, her eyes filling with tears as her unused muscled stretched and burned, and he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. The veins on his neck stood out, and he grit his teeth.
"Jesus, you're so tight. Relax for me, ceannbeag. That's it. So fucking good."
He moved one hand between her legs and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss until he'd slid all the way in. The intense pressure eased, and her body once again started to climb. She yanked on her restraints, desperate to touch him, the pain in her wrists merging with the sensations in her ass as Doric began to thrust. His heavy balls hit her lower back; his thumb on her clit worked his magic; his labored breaths in her neck spurred her on, and she clenched around him, making him curse. His nails dug painfully into her ass cheeks. He pulled out and thrust back in with such force the bed shook. Penelope screamed as pain mixed with pleasure, and every forceful thrust sent her body climbing higher and higher. When he released deep inside her ass, the hot burn sent her tumbling over the edge, waves of fire rolling over her skin until it all centered between her thighs, and multiple waves of pleasure burst from within her.
When the room finally stopped spinning and her breathing slowed enough to stop hurting the emotion she glimpsed briefly in Doric's golden eyes, squeezed her heart like a vise. She was in real danger of falling hopelessly in love with her rescued man from the Loch.



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Monday, 18 June 2012

Book Spot Light - Keyboards and Kink Anthology

13 Authors ~ 13 Cyber-sexy Stories


from Evernight Publishing.

A night at home on the computer doesn’t have to be boring… Feel like chatting? Or maybe doing something more daring? The stranger reaching out across cyberspace could be a creepy pervert, but what if he wasn’t? What if he’s a vampire, the sexy boy next door, or even your gorgeous boss? Thirteen tales explore all the delicious possibilities when online relationships lead to sexy encounters away from the keyboard.
The Satin Rose Experience by Sandra Bunino
Type Dirty to Me by Kassanna
Night Games by Carolyn Rosewood
Session Interrupted by Raven McAllan
Changing the Rules by Vanessa Devereaux
The Queen of Happy Endings by Annalynne Russo
Willing Her by Ashlynn Monroe
AFK: a C.O.V.E.N. Story by Casey Moss
The Stranger You Know by Melissa Hosack
Immortal Game by Danica Avet
Her Demon Charms by Xandra James
Up All Night by Jorja Lovett
Lara’s Liaison by Eve Meridian
Feeling kinky? KEYBOARDS AND KINK is now available on Evernight Publishing, AllRomance EBooks and Amazon.

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Six Sentence Sunday from Tiger Scars

Happy Father's day to all of you :-)

Today's six come from my soon to be released Tiger Scars, book two in my Club Ink series.

In this scene, Ink has come across Cherie in his office, and to say she's in trouble would be an understatement!

"I'm waiting, my girl. I do not like waiting. So, unless you want me to put you over my knee and paddle that delectable ass of yours, I suggest you answer me."
Cherie took a step away from him, a step closer to the exit, her hands held up in denial.
"You wouldn't dare. No one is allowed to touch me."

Like I said, she's in trouble....

Till next week, enjoy the rest of your weekend and make sure to check out the other authors here.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Book Spot Light: Pursuit of a Kiss by Lola Drake

Did you know Evernight Publishing has a Cupid Conquests line? The following is from their submissions page:

The series focuses on contemporary romance between unlikely pairings or those kept apart by forces internal or external who are brought together by the magic of Cupid's arrows. We're looking for heroes and heroines readers will want to see overcome the odds against them. 

 Cupid's been a bad boy...
After years of letting love languish on Earth, Cupid has been banished to the surface until he teaches humanity to love again. One couple—or more—at a time.

Sounds good to me, as does the contribution to Cupid Conquests  I have in the spot light today!


Ousted from Olympus until he can restore true love to the world, Eros stumbles upon a match made in heaven – if they can survive hell first.

Juliet doesn’t have much in common with her namesake. Her career-centric life sorely lacks romance. Then one night everything changes when she witnesses a gang shooting, and she ends up a victim herself.

FBI Agent Jake Parker has known Juliet for years, but only as the baby sister of his best friend. He still imagines her as the awkward teenager she used to be. When Jake must protect Juliet from the gang determined to eliminate the only witness who can testify against them, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s changed in the last ten years.

As sparks fly and the danger mounts, Juliet and Jake must decide what they're willing to risk in the pursuit of what's possibly true love's kiss.


Juliet emerged from the shower, relieved to be out of the hospital and back at her own house. Pulling off the plastic bag that had kept her arm dry, she limped to the closet – her hip still a bit sore from the “flesh wound.” Easy for doctors to say––it wasn’t their flesh that bullet had blazed a path across. She knew she had far more pressing things to worry about, but she couldn’t help taking a moment to hope the scar wouldn’t be too ugly once it healed.
            Ablutions complete, she sank, exhausted, onto the chair in front of her old-fashioned white vanity. Her mother had used that vanity as a teenager, and she’d given it to Juliet for her sixteenth birthday. Now, even at twenty-nine, Juliet still loved using it. Somehow she always felt prettier seeing her reflection in that ornate antique mirror than she did anywhere else, especially in the last few years since her mother died. She trailed her finger over a tiny crack in the wood. Her mother had been furious when Juliet had done that. Now, however, as she rested her palm upon it, she couldn’t think of anything in the world she wanted more than a hug from her mother and her reassuring voice saying everything would be all right.
            The soft knock on the door startled her. “Come in.”
            Jake poked his head in the doorway. “Are you doing okay? Need any help?”
            “I’m managing.”
            “You in a lot of pain?”
            Juliet shook her head, attempting to brush her hair left-handed. “The medication helps. I’m more frustrated than anything.”
            “So let me help.”
            Jake came up behind her, took the brush from her hand, and stroked it through her hair. His thumb grazed the back of her neck as he gathered up a section of curls, holding them so he wouldn’t pull at her head as he worked out a tangle. Their eyes met in the mirror and held. Juliet’s heart thumped in her chest so loudly she wondered if Jake could hear it. If he did, he gave nothing away as he ran his long fingers gently across her scalp.
            “You have beautiful hair.”
            Juliet chuckled. “Now I know you’re feeling sorry for me. My hair’s brown and boring.”
            Jake shook his head, gently separating out a few strands. His eyes met hers in the mirror once more. “No it’s not. It has shades of auburn and even gold under certain light. It’s beautiful.”
            Her breath caught. The air around them grew heavy with expectation as once more their eyes locked through the mirror. Slowly, as though afraid any movement might startle him like a frightened deer in the woods, Juliet turned around to face him. Desire flared inside her. She’d wanted him for so long, and now, with the heat in his gaze… was he finally going to kiss her after all these years?
            Keeping her eyes glued to his, she rose, their bodies so close they practically touched. Jake’s breath warmed her cheek and a need, a hunger flared in his eyes. As he leaned in, Juliet’s eyes drifted closed, the anticipation of having his mouth on hers at last overwhelming her. And then it happened, his lips touched her––on the forehead.
            What the…? Juliet’s eyes flew open.
            Jake abruptly stepped back, setting down her brush. “Got any good movies? Let’s go watch a movie. I need a beer.” He turned on his heel and practically sprinted from the room.
            Juliet couldn’t understand what the hell had just happened. She did know she wished she had thrown the brush at his retreating back. He clearly wanted her. Didn’t he?
            A photo of her and her brother Aaron from her high school graduation caught her eye. Oh yeah. Aaron. Maybe that had prompted Jake’s decision not to touch her? At least, she hoped that was the reason and not that he still thought of her as an ungainly kid sister. But she felt sure she hadn’t imagined anything. He had lightly licked in his lips in that moment before leaning in, and the way he had caressed her hair definitely didn’t feel like something a brother would do.
No, Jake wanted her. And she would convince him to see that.



Hmmm, I get the feeling she will get that kiss, don't you?

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

It's Release Day!

You know, it never gets old saying that!


Hunky Doric is now available for all :-)

I owe some thanks to two special people, without whom Doric wouldn't exist. My friend Suzanne and her mum Janice. Suz shared an idea her mum had about a being that shifted into a human, add Loch Ness, add my strange muse, and kaboom.

You have one very naughty Fairy Tale, which is a twist on The Little Mermaid with a bit of Beauty and the Beast thrown in as well.

So this is an official Thank You!

I had such fun writing this tale and I hope you readers will enjoy it too. I will be flitting all over the net for a while, today I'm at Boundless as the Sea with a Give Away and there's still time to comment on Raven McAllan's blog to be in with a chance to win, so do hop over there.

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?


"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."
"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."
She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.
Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.
"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.
"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.
He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.
 "Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.
"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."
Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.
"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.
"Pick one."

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I will now go back to squueing quietly. Still got a poorly baby, so can't quite float to the ceiling, but I sure have a big grin on my face!!

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