Sunday, 30 September 2012

One last six from Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed #SixSunday

Happy Sunday, folks!

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed released on Friday, so this will be my last six from Mr. Hotness himself. Thought I would show you why those champagne glasses are one the cover...

Cold bubbles fell on her lower abdomen, and trickled into her swollen core. He followed the path of the champagne with his tongue, licking and nipping. His hot breath against her skin joined with the tingles caused by the sparkling wine and she whimpered and pleaded her need to come.
"Please…oh God…please."
Her head thrashed on the covers, her thighs shook, and her body climbed in ever tightening spirals of need. He took her to the edge time and time again, bringing her down a notch with another well aimed shudder inducing splash of champagne and ice and his warm tongue all mixed together into an intoxicating cocktail of sensuous abandonment and sheer spine tingling torturous pleasure.

If you haven't got your copy yet, do get one. He's free - go on - you know you want to ;-)
Grab him here:

Until next week, folks. Have a great Sunday, and do check out the other Six Sunday Authors here

Saturday, 29 September 2012

"Cursed" - A guest blog with Shyla Colt

I'm rather chuffed to have the fabulous Shyla Colt back on my blog today. She is sharing a snippet from her new release, Cursed.

Take it away, Shyla :-)


First I'd like to say thank you to Doris for having me over! It's always a good time but with a name like Tardis Scribbles how can it not be?  This is a fun take on a family  myth running around on my Father's side.  I intended to make it darker, but characters have a mind of their own and these were too hilarious not to  go along with.

It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiles moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...
Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?


She came to stand in front of him with her hands linked behind her back. She titled her head to the side and peered up at him from beneath long black lashes.
“I’ve spent the past month miserable because of a past I had nothing to do with. I’m done with that.”
He held his breath, afraid he might have misunderstood.
Her gaze met his, and her dark eyes were filled with an intense longing he knew would be mirrored in his own. His thoughts had centered on this woman day in and day out. Even now his hands itched to wind themselves in her hair as he pulled her body to rest against his own. He swallowed. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room as he waited for her next move. Avalyn stepped closer.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her voice was a whisper of silk, low and sensual. It washed over him. She trailed the tips of two fingers from his clavicle to his chest, where she spread her palm over his heart. He lowered his lids to half-mast as arousal began to weave its wicked spell. “I’m done with that.” She leaned in closer; her body rubbed against his, burning him through the material of his clothing as she went on her tiptoes. Full lips brushed grazed his Adam’s apple, and he gasped when her tongue darted out to flicker over his pulse point.
“Tasty. I knew you would be.” Her breath was warm as it swirled over the wet path she’d created moments before, making it tingle. His head spun. How had he gone from aggressor to this? His cock hardened and strained against the zipper of his jeans. He was about three seconds from taking her on his desk.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
Her husky voice made his eyebrows shoot up toward the ceiling. Had she just read his mind?
“No, I read your eyes. I want every ounce of the lust I see in those pretty green orbs, Colton. I’ve been celibate a long time. I’m ready to be filled, ridden, and wrung out to dry. Do you think you can do that?”
Was she serious?
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a trap. You’ll find I say what I mean.”
A trail of goose bumps broke out over his body as she rocked her hips into his and nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned. Shouldn’t they talk? She issued another sharp bite. The soothing feel of her slippery tongue knocked all rational thought from his mind.
Fuck it.
He bent over to grab her thighs, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her nails scrapped across his scalp, and he grunted when she gave a light tug on his hair. “Damn, your hair is softer than I imagined it would be. It’s like red satin.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he asked.
She laughed, a raspy sound that made his stomach quiver. “Oh, I’m an equal opportunity kind of girl.”
“God, you’re sexy.”
“Mhmm, the feeling is mutual.”
She nipped at his neck, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed. The pleasurable pain made the tip of his dick harden further and leak. Damn, she’d made him wet!
“Are you trying to mark me, woman?”
“I like everyone to know when something’s mine.” She rotated her hips and purred low in her throat.
“Is that what I am?”
“Oh, yes, I think that’s what you’ve from the moment we first met.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but the rotation of her hips strangled his words in a choke hold.
“Don’t worry, Coly, the possession works both ways.”
The whispered words made something inside him snap. The need to claim what was his goaded him into action. He spun them around, bent over, and swiped the desk with his right arm. Paperwork, pens, and folders flew through the air, landing helter-skelter around the room. He placed Avalyn’s body onto the desk with a soft thud. A mewl left her lips, and she arched her back. It was obvious she enjoyed the roughness. Her eyes opened. A sinful spark smoldered in her fathomless eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t break.”
He placed his forearms on either side of her head and leaned down to taste her lips. She was like a shot of espresso, sweet and exhilarating. He tilted his head to deepen their lip-lock. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. The back and forth power play had him more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never imagined things could be this way. They came apart to suck down air, and she pushed against his chest.
“Naked, now.”
Her commanding tone made him growl. The rumble echoed in his chest. He stood and began to unbutton his flannel shirt as she shed her tank top. He pulled the flannel off and ripped the white T-shirt underneath it. Her breasts were firm and high with large, milk chocolate-colored nipples that called him in like a homing beacon. Unable to resist their siren’s call, he walked over to the desk, pulled her to the edge, and feasted. He sucked a hard pebble into his mouth and massaged the other. She arched her back like a cat, and he knew he’d hit an erroneous zone. She roamed his body with her, scorching his skin as she explored
Sharp nails sunk into his flesh, and he bit down on her nipple. She released a squeal that made his chest swell with pride. He wanted to please this woman more than he’d ever wanted to do anything else. He pulled back a few minutes later, eager to taste more of her skin. She was a fire in his blood, in his very veins. He could only extinguish the flames by having every part of her. He kissed his way down her firm stomach and paused at the button of her jeans.
“Oh, don’t stop now. It’s just getting good.”


This sounds a great read, Shyla. Thanks for sharing!!

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Friday, 28 September 2012

Release Day for Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed! FREE Read

Yey! He's here and he's free and he'd love to whisk you away for a little Satisfaction Guaranteed.


This is one of those stories that came out of nowhere, literally. I woke up one morning and there he was sitting on my shoulder, whispering all things naughty in my ear, demanding I wrote his story. Which was tons of fun to write, I tell you!

Well, I say it came out of nowhere. I do recall a conversation I had with hubby when I was still pregnant with my now 13 months old. We were sitting in a very crowded Hospital waiting room, waiting to be called in for a scan, and we were brainstorming story ideas.

In a very loud voice hubby suddenly says, "I think you should do a male prostitute!"

Cue deathly silence in the room as they all gawp at us. He, of course, is killing himself laughing at my embarrassment  Yeah, thanks, hubby. Nothing more came of that, but clearly my muse stored that little snippet away and decided to pounce Mr. SG on us when I was least expecting it.

And, rest assured, he is much more than just an escort...

Can an invitation only escort service really change your life?
Stuck in a rut and desperate for a good lay Anna spends a fortune to meet with the mysterious Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed. But, can she really go through with a night of no strings attached, paid for sex. Has she become that girl?
And can one man really fulfill all her fantasies? Only one way to find out.


SG's amused chuckle settled on her skin, flushed from the previous few minutes of struggle, and she huffed out a breath of air in annoyance.
"If you need help, pet, you only have to ask."
He raised an eyebrow at her exasperated, "Harrumph," and she stopped fidgeting at the forbidding expression on his face.
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall." The tone in his voice brooked no arguments, and Anna hastened to do as she was bid.
She held her breath at the sensation of his hand sliding over her exposed skin, before it settled in the middle of her shoulder blades. A slight tug later and he pulled her zip down with infinite slowness. His knuckles grazed along her spine and the cool air on her heated flesh made her clench her thighs together to relieve the throbbing ache in her clit.
He growled his annoyance and yanked her hair hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. He pulled her head back until it rested on his shoulder and kicked her legs apart with his foot.
"Keep your legs spread!" His hot breath whispered across her face and Anna whimpered when he pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her stockings.
"So beautiful, my pet." He released his hold on her and stepped away." Now, again, turn around and strip…slowly."
She did as she was told and let her dress glide down her body slowly, until it pooled round her feet. She stepped out of it and, with a coy glance in his direction, kicked it up and towards him. He caught it easily, lifted it up to his face, and inhaled. Their eyes met and his darkened as she undid the claps of her bra and her stomach clenched in anticipation. Her skin heated under his intense gaze as her breasts fell free. They turned heavy under his quiet perusal, his increased breathing, and the way his cock tented the towel, the only indication that he was as affected as her by her little striptease. Her nipples jutted out proudly, begging for his touch and she almost lost it there and then, seeing him lick his lips as if in anticipation.
"Touch them for me. Roll those greedy little nipples between your fingers to make them ready for my touch."
The husky quality of his voice raised gooseflesh all over her body and she shuddered in response. Obediently, she raised her hands and cupped her heavy breasts, the simple act incredibly erotic under his scrutiny. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and fingers, and groaned at the sensations sparking along her nerve endings. Like a live wire every tuck and pull seemed attached to her clit, and yet more moisture soaked her thong, and trickled past the elastic.
"That's my girl." He stepped closer and, taking her hands, pulled them up in the air above her head. He held both her wrists in one hand whilst the other cupped each breast in turn and then skimmed a path of heat down her quivering tummy until he reached her thong. Her knees buckled when he used just one long finger to stroke her clit through the sodden fabric.
He murmured his approval at the wetness he found there and pushed her back against the wall.
"Are you fond of these?" He growled the question into her neck, whilst tightening his hold on her underwear until it pulled tight against her clit and dug inside her slit. She instinctively spread her legs wider to give him better access and he smiled when she shook her head into his shoulder.
"Good." With an audible rip, the delicate fabric gave way and Anna panted her arousal at the feeling of cold air across her swollen folds.
He again stepped back and lifted the remnants of her thong to his nose.
"So sweet. I'm looking forward to tasting all that bounty. Give me your hands, my pet." She did so, and he used her thong to tie her hands together. "Wiggle your fingers for me to make sure that's not too tight."
"It's not." She barely recognized the needy voice speaking the words. Heaven help her, he'd barely touched her, and she was so aroused that the slightest friction against her clit would send her tumbling into release.
He stepped back again and the slow perusal of her body gave her delicious tingles all over her skin. Dressed in nothing but her stockings, suspenders, and heels, with the evidence of her arousal trickling down the inside of her thigh, she felt wanton and free. The rational side of her brain thought it odd, this intense reaction. She was restrained and completely at this man's mercy. How could she feel free? Yet her deeply buried submissive side— the one she had denied for years—rejoiced at this lack of control, this giving of herself to another person. Anticipation coursed through her veins at what was to come. Whatever was about to happen on the other side of those doors, she would embrace it with all her being.
"You think too much, my pet." The deep voice wrapped itself around her senses and a renewed shudder went through her. "Walk through to the living room in front of me and stand in front of the bed."

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Monday, 24 September 2012

Indulgent Blog Hop Winner

Thank you  all who hopped on by and took the time to comment in this great hop. The overall vibe I got from you all was the main indulgence was chocolate and books. The perfect combination if you ask me.

Add to that my sexy Italians and you have a match made in heaven, I reckon. So without further ado it gives me great pleasure to announce my winner, chosen by random selection.

*drum roll*

Congratulations BookAttict! Hope you enjoy the Giovanni :-)

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Another six sentences from Mr Satisfaction Guaranteed #SixSunday

Happy Sunday all!

I am bringing you another six from my free read Mr Satisfaction Guaranteed, which will be yours to own in just five days!

*big grin*

In this scene, they are just getting started... Enjoy!

"Touch them for me. Roll those greedy little nipples between your fingers to make them ready for my touch."
The husky quality of his voice raised gooseflesh all over her body and she shuddered in response. Obediently, she raised her hands and cupped her heavy breasts, the simple act incredibly erotic under his scrutiny. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and fingers, and groaned at the sensations sparking along her nerve endings. Like a live wire every tuck and pull seemed attached to her clit, and yet more moisture soaked her thong, and trickled past the elastic.

Don't forget to check out the other participating authors here.
Until next week, folks :-)

Saturday, 22 September 2012

A Lotus For The Regent - Guest blog and GIVEAWAY with Adonis Devereux

Have I got a treat for you today! I have the formidable husband and wife team Adonis Devereux on my blog today. If you haven't discovered their fascinating world yet, now is your chance.

Enjoy! :-)


Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.

We would like to give away a free copy of A Lotus for the Regent to one lucky commenter, so let us know below what you think of the teaser!

One more thing: if you haven't read book one, The Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!


The Lotus Trilogy, 2

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.

Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.


            “So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.
Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”
Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”
The slave hurried into the room.
“Let it be written,” Kamen said.
Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.
Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”
Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”
Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.
Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.
“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.
Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”
Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.
Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.
“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.
“Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”
Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.
Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.
Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.
“What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.
“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.
Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.
But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.
Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”
Ajalira nodded vigorously.
“Not yet.”
Ajalira whimpered again.
“Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.

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Where to get your copy of A Lotus for the Regent!

Don't forget that the first book, The Soldier's Lotus, is only 99 cents at Amazon for a limited time! Happy reading!

Friday, 21 September 2012

Meet Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed

Look what I got yesterday!

What do you think? Does he look as though he could satisfy your every fantasy?

He is coming to an e-reader near you on September 28th, which is next Friday. Perfect way to celebrate the weekend I reckon.

Can an invitation only escort service really change your life?
Stuck in a rut and desperate for a good lay Anna spends a fortune to meet with the mysterious Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed. But, can she really go through with a night of no strings attached, paid for sex. Has she become that girl?
And can one man really fulfill all her fantasies? Only one way to find out.

And yep, he's a Free Read. A little thank you to everyone for your support over the last year.

Check out his Pinterest board too.

And, if you haven't checked out the Indulgent blog hop yet, then scroll down and have a snoop. I'm giving away my Giovanni Series, and there's an awesome Grand Price too, as well as a host of fabulous authors participating.

Enjoy your Friday!

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Indulgent Blog Hop #NdulgentHop

We all love a little indulgence in our lives. And I firmly believe it is important to take some time out of our busy lives and indulge a little in what takes our fancy. Or even indulge a lot.

Those that know me will know that my one big indulgence is chocolate, and coffee, and a loooooong soak in the bath at the weekend with a good book. Actually, coffee and chocolate is more of an everyday necessity, rather than an indulgence. I can't function without at least two cups of coffee first thing, and if it wasn't for chocolate... well ... I have nine kids, two dogs, two cats, four gerbils, and one hubby to take care of.

My waistline may not agree, but chocolate keeps me sane. Well, you know what they say...
Chocolate is better than sex. Not sure I agree with that one, but it sure makes me smile and stops me from killing the kids at the end of one those days. And whilst hubby can make me smile much more, he isn't always around and between the teens and the one year old ... well, you get the idea I'm sure.


Another thing that I love is losing myself in a good book. I'm a huge reader, always have been, always will be, and I love it when an author takes me on a journey and lets me forget about everyday life for a while. As a writer, I thrive to write the very best story I can and take my readers on such a journey.

For the purposes of the hop I am going to concentrate on my Giovanni Clan series.

Too Hot To Handle won the Ultimate Indulgence Award in fact.

Check out what Guilty Indulgence had to say about my Giovanni Clan here.

Too Cold To Love got a rather sterling review too. Check it out here.

I am giving away a set of my series to one lucky commenter, so if you'd like to be in with a chance to win, just leave me a comment.

And if sexy Italians are not your 'thang', then check out my other available books here
You are bound to find something worth indulging in :-)

In addition to my giveaway Ndulgent Bloggers are giving away a GRAND PRICE of $100 GC from WINNERS CHOICE of Barnes&Noble or Amazon.

Enter here

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Do make sure you check out the other participating authors in this hop, also. Now, go and indulge, and above all have fun!

Six Sentences from Mr Satisfaction Guaranteed #SixSunday

Happy Sunday folks!

Today's six come from Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, a free read which is scheduled for release September 28th!


*dances around in excitement*

I can't share the cover yet, because I'm still waiting on that, but here is the blurb.

Can an invitation only escort service really change your life?
Stuck in a rut and desperate for a good lay Anna spends a fortune to meet with the mysterious Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed. But, can she really go through with a night of no strings attached, paid for sex. Has she become that girl?
And can one man really fulfill all her fantasies? Only one way to find out.

Oh yeah, I had fun with this one. Here are your six sentences :-)

He ran his thumb along the seams of her mouth, over her chin down towards her throat and tightened his hold just enough for that digit to dig into her windpipe.
She sobered instantly and Lord help her, if that simple act of possession, coupled with the determined expression on his face didn't have more of her cream soak the scrap of material covering her mound.
"Did I give you permission to laugh, my pet?"
"No, I'm sorry, Sir."
She dropped her eyes and did her best to look chagrined. It was a difficult look to achieve when her insides jumped for joy. 


She has an interesting night ahead of her.

Till next week, folks.

Check out the other authors participating here.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Book Spotlight - Finding Baby J by Lorraine Nelson

It gives me great pleasure to showcase another one of Lorraine's books. She's been a rather busy bee lately and I give you Finding Baby J.

Is that cover not just adorable?



One lonely woman, a doctor afraid of commitment... Will finding Baby J help them find each other?

Shana Davis knows what it's like to be unloved and unwanted. Her childhood involved being shuffled from one foster home to the next. One night, as her shift at Mercy hospital comes to an end, she hears a forlorn, mewling sound and finds a newborn baby boy left in a dumpster. The abandoned baby appeals to her soft heart and her immediate attachment to the child—dubbed Baby J—leads to her spending a lot of time in the Maternity Ward in the company of the handsome Dr. Daniels.
Dr. Kagan Daniels is heart-sore and commitment-shy due to his failed marriage and past experiences with selfish, cold-hearted women. But he sees a gentle, caring soul in Shana and is drawn to her. Despite his reservations, he realizes he wants to get to know her better and finds excuses to spend time in her company.
Having always wanted to be a daddy, Kagan adopts Baby J. As he and Shana grow closer, Shana feels she's found her own private heaven. She has Baby J and the man of her dreams. What more could a woman want?
But a conniving woman, a manipulative mother, and a man from Shana's past threaten to come between them. Will the lies spewed by others separate them forever? Or can their love win out over all?


Kagan held her hand as he guided her into the house. They walked through to the foyer to ascend the magnificent staircase leading to the second story. Once there, he preceded her into his personal suite of rooms. The main area had a bay of windows opening out unto a balcony. The view overlooked the back lawn and gardens then meandered down to the river where a boathouse and dock were just visible in the moonlight.
            "Your home has such beautiful views."
            "Nothing compares to the beauty of you. I especially like looking at you as I undress you, exposing that gorgeous body, one piece of clothing at a time."
He matched his words with action, starting with her sweater, looped casually around her shoulders. Then turned her into his arms for a deep, passion-filled kiss. She felt that melting sensation that happened every time he kissed her. Her insides fluttered and took wing then settled into a delicious knot of anticipation. She stroked her hands down his chest and felt the ripple of firm muscle, enjoying the opportunity to explore his body more fully. Her inhibitions completely deserted her. Though he hadn't said the words, she felt he was making a commitment to them and not just playing the field.
            He led her to the bed where he continued to strip her bare. Night had fully descended, moonlight reflecting off the water, illuminating the room enough so they could see each other.
Her hands were busy with the buttons on his shirt, shaking so much from anticipation they refused to work properly. In her haste, she ripped the remaining ones free and delighted in running her fingers through the coarse chest hair; the texture so different that when she rubbed her breasts against him, the tingles went straight to her groin. Heavenly days! The sensations this man evoked in her were rocking her world.
Naked at last, they fell to the bed in a jumble of arms and legs, laughing, kissing, and caressing each other. She'd never thought of sex as fun, only as a necessity to consummate a relationship, but this sense of sharing and bonding between them filled her with a glorious awakening of her power as a woman. She delighted in arousing him, of being able to turn him on with the merest look or touch, as he did her.
Soon, all playfulness disappeared in the passion of the moment as their bodies joined together, working toward a common goal, that of pleasuring each other to fulfillment.

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Monday, 10 September 2012

Saxonhurst Secrets - Guestblog by Justine Elyot

Please give a warm welcome to my guest blogger today. Take it away, Justine!


Hello – as a keen Whovian, I'm very excited to be in the TARDIS today. It's bigger on the inside, isn't it? Wow.

Well, I'm here today to tell you about my new novel, Saxonhurst Secrets. It's published by Xcite Books and it's my first attempt at tackling the paranormal genre. Whether or not it's also my last remains to be seen…

I'm going to open this tour with the basics – the facts, the figures, the buy links, the cover and a little snippet to start you off with. I hope you enjoy it. First of all, here's the blurb:

"On the surface, Saxonhurst is like every other sleepy English village in the Vale of Parham.

But what explanations are there for its unfailingly bountiful harvests, its amazingly successful cricket team, its bizarre and bacchanalian May Day rituals?

New vicar Adam Flint is bent on finding out why Saxonhurst has the nickname 'most godless village in England'. With the help and hindrance of village siren Evie and the strange and remote Lady of the Manor, Julia, he uncovers closets full of skeletons. And not just skeletons - flesh and blood bodies rich in temptations as well...

Will the secrets of Saxonhurst be Adam's ruin?"

So far, so mysterious… Here's an excerpt to get you going.

What exactly it was that drew him out of the vicarage study and into the unseasonably warm April air was never clear to Adam Flint. One minute he was unpacking a crate of theological texts, lining them up in neat subsections along the dark wood shelving. The next, he was sweating and giddy, inhabited by the most powerful urge to get outside and be part of the village springtime.
"What's this? Some kind of spring fever?" He spoke to himself, a habit he had got into over the years of rehearsing rhetorical questions for his sermons. Nobody else ever gave him properly satisfactory answers besides. "Well, a bit of fresh air, what's the harm?"
But if somebody had been there to answer that question, before he grabbed the old-fashioned hat and walking cane he liked to affect, despite his being only thirty one, perhaps he would have stayed indoors. What was the harm? He would know soon enough.
Saxonhurst certainly didn't look like the outpost of godlessness he'd been led to expect. The circle of honey coloured cottages nestled around the church had all the correct bucolic fixtures and fittings – flowery trellises up the walls, diamond-paned windows, thatched roofs. He breathed in the aroma of hyacinths, the sweetness steadying him somewhat, bringing him back to his senses. There was nothing odd or sinister about this place. It was simply a village that had fallen prey to the common twenty-first century syndrome of entitled materialism and the consequent atrophy of faith. They were good people who looked after their homes. They were capable of redemption.
From the corner of his eye, he caught the twitch of a lace curtain. A black cat ran across his path by the National Trust pub. The strong feeling that he should be walking out towards the arable farms on the northern outskirts of the village overwhelmed him, turning his footsteps away from the recreation ground and the infants' school, along a narrower lane.
The cottages soon gave way to acres of polytunnels housing tomato plants and courgettes. On his left loomed the ruins of Palmer's Barn, where local legend had it that a man had killed a girl then hanged himself. He almost fell over the wishing well, hidden by weeds, as his curious eye outlined instead the brutal skeleton of the mythic building. It looked evil and brooding. Perhaps he should perform a consecration there, bring the grace of the redeemer to that burnt out wreck. Or perhaps he should just write to the council and suggest its demolition. What was the good of keeping it there, a reminder of wickedness past? It couldn't be good for village spirits.
When he tried to tear away his gaze and move forward, towards the endless fields of bright yellow rape and the hills beyond, he found that he couldn't. The blackened timbers held him in thrall, calling to him. This way. It's this way.
He hacked a path through brambles and weeds with his walking cane, struggling slowly towards the barn. And then he heard voices, a male shout, some laughter, a high-pitched female shriek that reminded him of a siren's song.
There were people behind the barn. Parishioners, he supposed, on a picnic, or maybe some truanting schoolchildren. Whatever they were up to, it sounded rowdy, bacchanalian even. Adam's eyebrow twitched, a sign that the devil was present and close. He moved forward into the shadow of the barn.
He stopped.
Six men, burly young fellows who shone with physical health and strength, chased a woman through the bushy green wheat. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, whooping and laughing as she dodged their great lunging hands. It could be a simple game of chase under the spring sunshine. Except that the men were all painted green and she was completely naked.

Thanks for reading! And thanks to Doris for providing this lovely guest stop.


Thanks for sharing with us today, Justine :-)

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

The weeks seems to be whizzing by at lightening speed. Here we are again. Today I am bringing you six from my story Destined Lovers, part of The Eclipse Of The Blood Moon anthology, coming in October.

In this scene the heroine has just found out what her sexy neighbour really is.

She didn't react like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure, only the nightmares remained—nightmares which now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real life vampire.
"Besides, if you wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."
The hold on her hand grew painful and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.
"You have no idea how much I do want to eat you."

Until next week. Enjoy your Sunday and don't forget to check out the other authors here.

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Book Spotlight - Blood And Bondage by Annalynne Russo

Do you like your vamps? Do you like BDSM? How about both together?  I have the fabulous Annalynne Russo on my blog today with her newest release, Blood And Bondage.

Now, tell me, is that not one fabulous cover?


Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born during Louis XVI’s reign in France. After falling victim to the deviant sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. In turn, she embraces her best friend’s gift of immortality and becomes a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole purpose is to manipulate women. Until one day, she meets her match.

Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be a bit kinkier than most.

Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for one another and find love? Only time will tell.

Blood & Bondage Excerpt

Other than the barrage of crimson stares, Anaïs found it difficult to make out faces. She did, however, recognize the guttural moans and groans of pleasure that came from every corner of the room. In addition, the loud bass of hard rock pounded against the walls, making the foundation of the building rattle and hum. The place had been painted in black with only a few dim strobe lights that flashed on and off at intermittent times.
Using the leash he’d insisted she employ, Anaïs paraded her boy toy across the length of the room. She only released him long enough to shackle his arms and legs to the hooks that hung from the walls and low-lying ceiling.
“Are you sure we can do this?” Anaïs asked with trepidation. She wasn’t necessarily keen on public exhibition, especially since the two of them had to make their act appear legitimate. If their resolve wavered for even a second, the bloodsuckers in the club would see through it and surely pounce.
“I’m up to the task. I promise to be a good little sub,” he whispered huskily into her ear, making goose bumps form on already sensitive skin. “What about you?”
“This isn’t generally my scene. But I’m a dancer. I’m used to being on stage.” Anaïs drew back. She stared into the depths of her lover’s eyes, gauging his mood. “You do realize, I’ll have to bite you. If not, these fuckers won’t buy the charade.”
Oliver shrugged his shoulders, then handed Anaïs the flogger he’d kept huddled at his side. “No safe word, eh? Well, I suppose you’ve earned a bit of retribution.”
Anaïs squared her shoulders, then yanked on the chains that bound him to ensure they were secure. She had to make her role as dominatrix seem real. After a brief moment of hesitation, she strutted around his tightly-coiled body, her perusal gluttonous and intense. At least she hoped that’s the way it looked. As she encircled him, the cat o’ nine tails she held in her hand lashed at the rippled muscle on his chest. Damn, she found Oliver impossible to resist. Once again, the urge to ravage him had snuck up on her. There was something about his refined masculinity that kept her perpetually ensnared. God, she couldn’t wait to sample the rare, well-preserved vintage of his blood.
Standing behind him, Anaïs raked her razor-tipped fingernails down the curve of his spine. Then she cracked the whip again and watched his body wince. Her hand drifted up, two bloody fingers teetered on the ridge of her lower lip. A few seconds later, her tongue slithered out and sucked the rich, red deliciousness off the fingertips.
That tiny tidbit of her lover’s life essence drove Anaïs’s libido into an all-out frenzy. Moisture from her womb soaked through the slick fabric of her clothing. The warm, slippery wetness slid down her inner thighs. Her hardened nipples sprang to life, rubbing painfully against the clingy latex cat suit. She wanted to tear open the sphere-shaped zippers and thrust her bosom into his face. But with an audience in tow, forcing her sub to do it with his teeth would make for a much more convincing show.
At his mistress’ decree, Oliver lowered his head and obliged, unzipping the fabric that covered each breast in one fell swoop. He puckered up and took one plump areola into his mouth, while he rolled the roughness of his weathered palm over the other.
“Suck harder, damn it! For Christ’s sake, do as I command.” Anaïs screamed loud enough for the masses to overhear.
Oliver’s low rumble reverberated against her skin. No doubt he was turned on, almost as much as she. With their bodies in such close proximity, she could hear the man’s heart beating in his chest. His carotid artery pulsed wildly on the side of his neck and she could no longer war with her instincts.
Anaïs felt her sharp, serrated canines emerge, ready to pierce her lover’s supple flesh. With his mouth still suckling her breast, she reached down and clasped his enormous cock through his jeans, stroking its length until he purred like a cat. Once in the throes of pleasure, she sank her fangs deep, siphoning his blood greedily.
Oliver bucked slightly, then groaned in a clear attempt to remain in control. She knew it must have taken everything he had not to yank on the chains and pull out the stake attached to his hip. To hell with the fact that her bite had made both of them feel good.
Anaïs pulled back, releasing the suction from their pleasure racked bodies. Briefly, she gazed at his face. His eyes still swirled with sexual intent. The flush of his cheeks and the sweat on his brow served as proof that Oliver, too, had enjoyed their display.
Anaïs growled as her tongue swept over the twin pinpricks she’d left in his neck in order to cauterize the open wound. Her shy insecurities had been replaced by desire. “Don’t move, lover boy. The show’s not over yet.”

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