Monday 30 September 2013

Spotlight on What I Need with Tamsin Baker #newrelease #mm #bdsm

I have the lovely Tamsin Baker back in my spotlight today with her new and rather hot little M/M story.  You will definitely need a fan to read this one!


Nathan is a male sub in dire need of a good loving. No ordinary man will do and he goes in search of an experienced Dom.

He finds exactly what he needs in Master Tony and he might just get more than the simple one night stand he was expecting.

Buy link:
http://www.amazon.com/What-Need-Destine-Encounters-ebook/dp/B00FDPA9YO/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380237585&sr=1-11&keywords=tamsin+baker



Tamsin Bio:

Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had fourteen published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity.
M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!


Tamsin Links:

Sunday 29 September 2013

#SexySnippets from Under The Alpha's Protection @evernightpub #workingonherselfimage #BDSM #shifter



Happy Sunday, all. Did you hear me squee earlier on in the week? You must have done, because Auctioned to the Honorable Dom released on Wednesday and on Friday I got my cover for my next release.

Under The Alpha's Protection releases October 4th and my Sexy Snippets today are taken from my yummy wolf.

In this scene Raoul decides to do something about Nikita's poor self image.

The descent down his body was pure torture, and she gasped when he turned her around again, and took a step back so she could see herself in the mirror again.

"I see a beautiful woman with curves I want to fuck every inch of. A woman whose scent drives me crazy. I love how wet you are for me, how you ride my crotch in your pursuit of passion. The little sounds you make as you fall apart, the way my jeans are soaked through with your need for me. I love every inch of your curves, and I don’t give a flying fuck if your back will carry scars. I'll lick every inch of them and then eat out your pussy until you scream my name, until you know I own you, body, soul, and mind."



Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul's arms.

Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.

Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him. 
However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.

Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?

This releases October 4th with Evernight Publishing.


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Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.


Saturday 28 September 2013

Spotlight on Pick Me Up by @AuthorRBrochu #newrelease @evernightpub #ROTG #mm

Yey, we hit the weekend, and just in case you needed a little Pick me Up, look what I've got for you in my spotlight. Some yummy M/M loving.  Enjoy this little peek at Rebecca Brochu's latest release.




BLURB:
Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to the local club.  But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind.  That was until the encounter was cut depressingly short.
When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s interest in him had not wavered at all.  Felix seemed determined to win him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his disposal.
Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.

Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.
The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined down on them.
Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before  loosening.
“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation running high through his veins.
“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.
Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into it.
Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.
“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.
Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure, Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.
That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest, all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady, his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.
“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.
“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.
Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to get the door open.
He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.
They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.
“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating along his skin before he nipped him sharply.
Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed, panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on his hips.



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You can stalk Rebecca in these places:

Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Blog: http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorRBrochu
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu

Friday 27 September 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - The Lesson #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here's your Friday Flash - Enjoy!


Instead of drawing the real life model, John stood transfixed, pencil in hand. It couldn’t be, but he would recognize that shy smile anywhere. Their eyes met and the girl froze, as well she should. The last time he'd seen her had been in the club, strapped over his spanking bench, her alabaster skin red from his hands.
His cock hardened in his slacks and the pencil in his hand snapped when she started to undress.

No one else noticed, too engrossed in their lesson. He would show her a lesson, just as soon as he got his pet home.

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)
Till next week, folks.

D x 

Thursday 26 September 2013

A Mile High - Interview with Bethany Kris @BethanyKris #newrelease @evernightpub


Hello, peeps. I seem to have floated down from my release day excitement at last, so today I have fellow Evernight Author Bethany Kris in my hot seat. Show her some love!

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Hello everyone! Before I get started, let me just first thank Doris O’connor for hosting me here today and giving me the chance to share a bit more about who I am as an author.

You're very welcome! So, let's get on with the interview. 

*rubs hands in glee*


Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. I’m an almost twenty-four year old Canadian mother, lover, and author who has just recently decided to take a chance in the world of publishing. I enjoy far too many things that are bad for me, like coffee, cigarettes, and my computer. I work way too much, don’t write nearly as often as I’d like to, and try to enjoy every moment of it that I can in between.


Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. A Mile High came from my need to escape. Stress mostly. Life stress, work stress, family stress, writing stress. I needed something lighthearted and enjoyable, something that wasn’t going to drain me to write, and this is what came of it.



Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. The cover art for A Mile High came from Sour Cherry Designs. I really didn’t want it to be too pornographic, but still erotic and sensual. I also didn’t want a great deal involved around the main people that would draw the attention away from the main theme, and that the color yellow would somehow be a focus. And of course, a plane had to be added in there. It turned out great, so much better than I could have hoped for, honestly.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. I work nights from 11pm to 7am, so I only get to write on my days off and an hour or so before I leave for work. When I do get a good writing session in, it’s usually when my kids aren’t running around, my hubby is out for the day, and my cats are sleeping at my side. That very rarely happens, so I make do with my hour here and there.

Q. What inspires you?

A. Everything. Music, people, my children, dreams, pictures. Even my own general circumstance can push me to write a world that lets me escape into it for a short time. That’s what drew me to writing in the first place. I try to see beauty in things—anything.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. Well, in my life outside of writing, I work in retail. So, I suppose that’s where I’d still be. But, if I ever go back to school, it’d be for an English Major.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. If I’m not writing a particularly emotional, angst filled story, then yes, my characters always manage to surprise me. I don’t generally write happy, funny characters that give you no heartache, but that’s what A Mile High turned out to be. No one was more surprised than me over these two characters.

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Cigarettes and coffee, completely need those two things. I suppose if I didn’t have my spouse calling over his shoulder and my youngest son trying to kill my laptop out of jealousy, it would feel like I was missing my left hand, also.

*giggles at the laptop comment* My two year old does that too!

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. Keep going. Not two days after my first full length was rejected, A Mile High was accepted at Evernight. A part of the process is learning, about the world you’re stepping into, about yourself, and everyone else around you. So regardless of how much it sucks to get those rejections, don’t stop.

Wise words indeed.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. Writing, always, always writing. Although, by then I’ll have teenage—or soon to be teenaged—sons, so I’d bet there will be a whole new heartache and headache waiting then, too.

*Keeps her lips firmly zipped* I have three teens in the house right now ;-) 

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

Put your pen to paper and bleed.

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Yes, and I was having the most terrible time with it about a month ago. There’s nothing I can do to get rid of it except keep writing. Write if it sounds like crap, write if I’m being totally repetitive, write even if I know I’m going to throw it out. I just have to force myself to continue. Eventually, it gets better and then goes away completely.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

As of now, I’m working on two. A Love Unfinished, a paranormal/shifter romantic erotica which is nearly finished, just adding some pieces here and there to work my time line better. And The Scandal of Three, a multiple partner/ménage trios romantic erotica.

Whether or not they ever see the light of day is to be decided by a publisher, I suppose. I hope you get to see them, though.

Fingers crossed :-)

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

A small teaser from A Mile High:

“Close your eyes,” he demanded in a quiet murmur.
I did just that, listening as the heels walked past without stopping or hesitating as they went. I sighed heavily under my breath, finally looking back at Sal who grinned from his seat, thick cock seated in the palm of his large hand that stroked up and down the hard length languidly.
He made my body shiver just by looking back at me through hooded eyes. Relaxed in his seat, feet braced to the floor and legs spread, waiting, Sal was glorious. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the attendant not far from our cubby, or the fact that the people in front of us very well might have heard his sexy grunts as he fucked my mouth good and hard like he wanted to. In fact, he was anything but … no nerves showing, no hesitation in his actions as he caressed his own cock, waiting for me to make the move we both knew I wanted. 
Like sin in the flesh, that’s what he looked like.
Devilish.
Teasing.
Immoral.
Daring and wanton.
Sitting with his jaw set hard, tilted up to stare me down, he displayed a grin so wicked, urging me forward.
I didn’t falter when I stood.

Sounds fab!

Again, thank you to Doris for hosting me. She’s a wonderful lady.

The cheque is in the post. *grins*

You can find A Mile High at:
You can find me on Twitter, Facebook, and Blogger.
Have a great day!

--Bethany-Kris

Wednesday 25 September 2013

My Honorable Dom is here! #releaseday #giveaway @sirenbookstrand

*Squeals*

Do excuse my overexcited bunny hop impression, but it's release day for Auctioned to the Honorable Dom!

To celebrate and as a thank you to all you awesome folks who ensured Auctioned to the Honorable Dom made it into the top five on Bookstrand's M/F bestseller list, on pre-orders alone, I am giving away two copies right here, today.  I'll pick the winners tomorrow. All you have to do is leave me a comment. If you've already pre-orderd this, you can pick something from my back list or even an upcoming release.


Blurb:
[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

There's only one thing Slade can do…

Adult Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”
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*goes back to dancing like a crazy thing*

Tuesday 24 September 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays - Caught

Happy Tuesday, Folks. Enjoy my tease today.

Source: Facebook
Original Source unknown

Lost in thought the harsh hand that wrapped round her throat caught her by surprise. Water went everywhere as her flailing hands tried to connect with something, anything to use a weapon. The scream stuck in her throat. Adrenalin rushed her system as her body readied itself to fight.
Through the blood rushing in her ears, she barely caught his umph of pain as one of her fists made contact with soft flesh. The hand on her throat tightened and an arm of steel round her waist pulled her back and flush against the hard cock nestling against her ass.
She half turned and fear changed to overwhelming need when Cade smiled down at her.
He loosened his hold on her and ran his teeth along her neck. His harsh breath into her neck skimmed across the frantic beats of her pulse point, and she flung one arm back to pull him closer still.
"Gotcha."
She felt his smile in the kisses he delivered along her damp neck and she sucked in a breath when his other hand trailed over the exposed skin of her tummy, and slipped under the seam of her panties.

"My, what have we here, pet?"



Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.


As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

D xx

Monday 23 September 2013

Spotlight on Mean Girls by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #newrelease @ellorascave


Mean Girls by Lucy Felthouse
Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.
As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.
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Excerpt:
As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.
With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.
It was true, she was a big girl and she was most definitely aware of it. Ever since she’d gotten to the age where her excess weight could no longer be called puppy fat, she’d tried to do something about it. Every diet under the sun, ridiculous amounts of exercise… nothing worked. Adele had grown so depressed in her teens that she’d become bulimic. Naturally, she’d lost some weight that way, but she’d also made herself so ill that she’d had to be hospitalized. It had terrified the life out of her, and ever since, she’d resolved that she’d much rather be healthy than skinny.
Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.
Slipping into the fast lane, she settled her goggles carefully into position—she hated getting water in her eyes—then lifted her legs to rest the bottoms of her feet against the end of the pool. Looking at the clock on the wall that counted seconds, she waited until the hand reached the top, then pushed off from the side and launched herself into the lane. It was quiet, so she had this section of the pool to herself. Her arms cut through the water, her legs flapped wildly and she did ten laps without losing any speed. Emerging from the water, she checked the clock again and was pleased to note she’d beaten her previous time.
She was just about to start another ten laps, when she heard voices from the other side of the pool. Voices that clearly forgot how well they carried on water. It was as though they were right next to her.
“God, I’m surprised all the water doesn’t jump out of the pool when she gets in. And the way she swims—she’ll cause a tidal wave one of these days.”
The spiteful words were followed by a trio of sniggers, and Adele gritted her teeth. Part of her wished that she could create a bloody tidal wave, so it would sweep those bitches under water and drown them. The other part of her tsked at the thought. Ideas like that made her just as bad as them, just as unpleasant, just as cowardly.
Because they were cowardly—the way they spoke about her behind her back proved that. If they ever passed her somewhere in the leisure center or its car park, they never said anything, not one word. They’d just scurry away as fast as they could, then titter when they thought she was out of earshot. She hoped that just one time, someone would say something to her face, so she could retaliate, speak up for herself. There was no way she’d start anything—she didn’t want to add confrontational to the list of faults that the mean girls had obviously compiled about her.
Sucking in a deep breath, Adele launched into another ten laps, allowing the chilly water and the exertion of powering through it to burn away her irritation. Because that’s all it was—irritation. She wasn’t angry. Anger was too powerful an emotion, and one that was totally wasted on those ignorant women. She almost felt sorry for them, actually. If they had nothing better to do than to stare at her and slag her off all the time, then they clearly had very dull lives.
The thought cheered her considerably and when she completed her twentieth lap, she lay her forearms on the edge of the pool and hoiked herself up. Her back was pressed against the side, and from here she had a perfect view of the rest of the pool. Tugging her goggles down so they hung around her neck, she had a damn good look at everyone else. The small children and their guardians in the kids’ pool right at the other end of the enormous hall, the old people who swum so slowly as they chatted that she was surprised they stayed afloat, the relentless movement of the man in the medium-speed lane and, of course, the mean girls who were in the same sort of position she was, but at the side of the pool rather than the end. The side which faced the lifeguard station.
Adele narrowed her eyes and watched them—the two waif-like blondes and a brunette—as they chatted and giggled, and it seemed for a change, not about her. They’d clearly changed the subject since their previous spouting of vitriol. Their focus was very firmly on Oliver as he sat on his lofty perch, surveying the pools before him, ready to jump in should anyone get into trouble. She often toyed with the idea of faking a problem, just to get him into the pool and his strong arms around her. However, she knew that although he’d undoubtedly do his duty and help her, he’d never believe such a strong swimmer would need his assistance. Then he’d lose all respect for her, and probably stop hiding his disdain for her so effectively. And the polite nods and smiles she got from him were the only thing—aside from the center’s top-notch facilities—that made the place bearable. She was sure that if the three witches—a nickname she’d secretly come up with for the women—had their way, there would be a sign on the main doors to the building saying ‘No Fat People Allowed.’
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


Sunday 22 September 2013

#SexySnippets from Auctioned to the Honorable Dom #theolderman @sirenbookstrand


Hope you're all having a fantabulous Sunday! I'm celebrating early today, because with just three days to go until release day my Honorable Dom has hit the Top Ten on Bookstrand's M/F chart. I am so chuffed you would not believe!

So without further ado here are my #SexySnippets. Apologies for the slightly longer length.

*slaps wrists*

Laura voices her opinion on the older man....

“Of course, I understand if you want to find a younger Dom. We have several unattached Doms in the club who would only be too glad to take you on.”
His gut churned at the mere thought of seeing his petal in a scene with anyone else. His, she was his and always would be, dammit, but this had to be her choice. She still didn’t say anything, just sat there, studying him, as though he was an interesting species of microbe under the microscope, and beads of perspiration slid down between his shoulder blades.

“Why would I want to find a younger Dom?” she finally asked. She trailed one finger over his nipples and tweaked his chest hair with a small smile that made his heart beat faster. “You seem awfully hung up about this age thing. Has it ever occurred to you that I might like older men?”


[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…

Releases September 25th and available for pre-order now.
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Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.


Saturday 21 September 2013

Chat and a #giveaway with @RavenMcAllan #bdsm #shifters

Happy Saturday, folks. I have the lovely Raven here to cause havoc introduce us to her two latest fabulous releases.

If you're here for the blog hop, please either click on the graphic in the side bar or HERE.

I give you Raven! And do leave her a comment, because she is running a giveaway.

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As ever I come bearing gifts. Oh not for Doris (well okay she can have the wine, the chocolate is for Budda) and a thought or two. (The thoughts are for all of us)
How do you cope when you realize your suppressed desires weren't really suppressed and are fighting to be heard? That your life is going to be turned on its head, and you can either decide it's time to go with the flow, or fight them and wonder what if for ever more.
I seem to have put a couple of my heroines into that position lately. Poor things but as their men said…It was time.
Did it work? Oh I hope so.



Blurb:
When Meryl goes to Isola Dei Sogni, she tries to kid herself it’s for her sister, Mia, who desperately needs a break. It has nothing to do with the silhouette of the man on the brochure. A man she had to say goodbye to. A man who is one hunk of gorgeous tiger shifter.

No, nothing at all to do with that.

Meryl wonders if the brochure is divine intervention, because the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

Marloth knows people are plotting against him and his lady, but it’s now time to fight back, as long as he can do so without putting Meryl in danger.

Can they work together and succeed in halting the enemy who sought to separate them?
In Temptation (book two of The Isola Dei Sogni Series, Impulse was book one), Meryl had a big decision to make. One which would change her life for ever. Should she give into temptation?
Isola Dei Sogni is an Island in the Indian Ocean, where dreams and fantasies can come true. If you want them to.
Have I been there? I wish. Let's just day I have been to an island or thee around there, and er well ahem hmmm they are all very nice.
I went with DH so didn't need Marloth to make my day (weeks) but Meryl does. Add in a dash of scheming tiger shifters, and a baddy, sun sea and yeah sex, and I reckon you've got a hot read. Well I was hot when I wrote it and not just because I was sitting on a deck over the Indian Ocean at the time. I mean sex on legs guy who's a tiger shifter. Nice but feisty heroine, and a lot of meddling shifters, humans and others!

(she's on a plane)
The man who stroked her hair was everything anyone could want. Meryl looked at him and grinned.
“It was you.”
He smiled and nipped her earlobe with sharp white teeth. “Of course, who else? I’m always around. You’re mine and I’ll be wherever you are.”
Meryl sniggered, even though she felt like crying. “Liar, you might be in my dreams, but you aren’t always about. Hell, I’ve cried myself to sleep and you’ve not been there to hold my hand or wipe my tears.”
“Ah, love.” He cuddled her close and Meryl felt his heartbeat resonate through her. “I’m always there. You chose to ignore it. You are my life and with me, in me, at all times. I shouldn’t have stayed and I did. I shouldn’t have left like I did, but I had no options. Surely, you knew you just had to show me you needed me and I’d be with you? If not in person, inyour dreams. Even when you’ve called me all the names no self-respecting person should know, let alone say.” He paused and rubbed her shoulder. “Just because I’m not on show, doesn’t mean I’m not here, not with you. Hold your hand out and let your heart feel me. You are mine, and even though you doubt it, it’s true.”
He ran his hand over her heart, and Meryl felt his heat burning into her. She melted as he kissed her, and his hand lifted her t-shirt and stroked her breast over the top of her bra. Her skin stung as arousal zipped through her and Meryl crossed her legs to stop the shivers of excitement she felt from being too obvious. She was on a plane for heaven’s sake. Okay, she’d heard of the mile high club, but it was so not her. Was it?
He grinned, and tingles danced down her spine. “Ah, my lovely Meryl, just let yourself go. Purr for me.” He nipped and sucked her shoulder, and at the same time moved his hand to creep under the top of her jeans and touch her clit. Meryl groaned at the sweet sting he gave her, even as she arched into his palm. His breath was warm on her neck. “Oh sweet, I’ve so missed touching you. Come for me now.” As he stroked and petted, it was the perfect feeling of love, care, and being needed.
She shook, and he drank her sighs and mewls of pleasure as his mouth covered hers in a long lingering kiss. With a silent scream, she shattered. As she came down from one of the most exhilarating climaxes ever, his hands stroked her hair in a long soothing caress. If she were a cat, she’d purr.
Hold on. Cats? Purring? What the hell is going on? Her sleepy, sated state disappeared in a second.
Meryl opened her eyes. All thoughts of her climax disappeared as she saw where she was. Sheesh, did I really make myself come with a dream? Hell, I hope no one saw or heard me. She checked—the blanket still covered her.
There was no one around. The noise of the engines droned in the background, her video screen showed static and the lights were dimmed. Next to her, Mia was now fast asleep and most of the other passengers were in the same state. Nowhere could she see that golden-haired man with the amber eyes.
Worried, she made her way to the loo, and stared in the mirror. There on her shoulder was a deep red mark.




Now let me say …No I don't write from experience. No mile high club in any shape or form, but I do quiz the cabin crew and they are incredibly helpful snigger

Just as I don't practice all sorts of er dancing in public.

But Mason has to decide if she will. Her husband died a year ago, now it's time to move on…or is it?


Blurb:
There's dancing and there is dancing. Mason is ready to move on; Callan is ready to play once more. Now they have to decide if the dance is right for them.
After Mason's husband died her interest in the lifestyle they had lived died with him. Until her meddling cousin sets her up with Callan Mackie.
 Callan is a Dom without a sub, and moreover until hadn’t missed one. Until now that is. Mason hits all the right notes for him, and the chance to play with her isn’t to be missed, if she agrees.
The dance Studio provides the perfect venue to see if they can move to a new beat together and Mason will bow to her partner.
Bow to your Partner is a Dance Studio book. (Will you Dance Miss Laurence? and  Dance to a Different Beat)   Now this series is set in Glasgow. No, I've never found the club, but I do know where it is in my imagination (classy), and I can so imagine it.

(Mason has spoken about her late husband to Callan)

As Mason's sobs slowed and gentled, Callan unpinned her hair and separated the strands with his fingers. She murmured and tried to sit up. He tightened his grip, and rested his chin on the top of her head. The soft strands tickled his skin, and he inhaled the scent of her shampoo, the same citrus and fruit mix as her perfume.
"Shh, you're fine where you are. But I'm guessing all that crying will be giving you a headache, and your hair scraped back so tight, will be making your scalp cry as well." He stroked the long dark strands in a rhythmic movement. " I'm enjoying myself. It's a long while since I've had the pleasure of holding and comforting a lovely lady. I'm privileged." She gave what might be termed a soft giggle.
"Not much of a privilege to end up with a crumpled and sodden shirt." Mason sniffed. "Damn I need a tissue." She searched her pockets. "Bugger, where's my handbag? There's a packet in there."
"Here." He handed her a lawn handkerchief. "My mum says a gentleman always carries one. Well, I thought then if I want to be taken for a gent, I'd better make sure I have a hankie." Did it sound silly, mentioning his mum? Callan couldn't have cared less. It produced a watery smile from Mason and a tiny giggle.
"My mum always said make sure you have clean underwear on, in case you get run over by a bus," she said. "I could never understand that. If you were run over surely you'd be past caring?" Mason wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "And if you weren't dead, then I'm guessing you'd be mucky and not give a shit? Oops, bad comparison. Oh lord sorry, but I get verbal diarrhea when I'm upset." She put her tip of her finger in her mouth and grinned. "Only verbal though and well—"
Callan shut her up by the very basic method of removing her finger, holding her hand tight in his and kissing her.
He used his tongue to demand entrance to Mason's mouth. Her lips opened to let him in, and her tongue played with his. Callan gave a mental high five, even as his cock hardened and pushed against his zipper. She moaned into his mouth and the sound reverberated inside him. Such a fucking turn on. Her hands clutched his shoulder, and she wriggled on his lap. Of course his prick responded as if it had a mind of its own, hardening to the point Callan wondered perhaps he should check his jeans for stains.
In one swift movement, he stood and twisted her around so they were face to face. Mason leaned into him, and Callan took advantage to pull her close and hold her, clit to cock, against him. Thank God for killer heels. They made her the perfect height to achieve it. He used one hand to lift the hem of her dress, and then tease the globes of her ass with his fingertips. The lace of a thong caressed his nails as he stroked her. His hand itched to spank, and delve into her, but he held back. The shifting of her body, and the way her breath hitched under his mouth, damn near undid him. As tempted as he was to throw caution to the wind, and stake his authority, Callan slowed the pace down. After one last thrust of his tongue, he pulled back and rested his cheek against hers. The sense of loss was far more than he'd anticipated.
She shuddered and relaxed her death grip on his jacket. The material would never be the same and Callan couldn't have cared less.
"Wha—what the hell was that?" Mason sounded shaken.
"Destiny." Callan kissed the top of her head, and then straightened the neckline of her dress, which had settled askew. No bra straps, does that mean no bra or strapless? He determined to find out as soon as it was sensible.
Mason laughed. "Chemistry more like, and not the romantic hearts and flowers sort. The oh shit, it's a long time since anyone kissed me and I'd forgotten what it was like sort." It would have sounded better if she spoke as if she believed what she said.
Enough was enough.
"Mason, if you don't want me to ignore the table downstairs and take you bound and naked over this table upstairs, I suggest you shut up." Callan spoke with as much authority as he could muster, when his insides jumped around like a flea in a circus, his brain on several wavelengths at once—all designed to make him as horny as hell.
The look of contempt she threw him should have been enough to cool his ardor. Instead, the brief flare of arousal he saw in her eyes before she shuttered them increased his determination to feel her under him, in every which way, and to hear her soft sighs and mewls, and rejoice as she called him Sir.

Anyway that's a wee hint of a couple of my latest.
What do you reckon? How do you cope or don't you?
If you can spare a moment to comment one commenter will win an eBook of their choice from my back list (which includes previous books in these series)

grabs Budda gives him the extra bar of chocolate Doris didn't see, oh and a trumpet… I'll save the drums for next time

Nosy links…
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…


https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan             (author page)



Friday 20 September 2013

Let's be Indulgent! #NdulgentHop #swag #freebooks


Welcome to my little corner of the Ndulgent Blog Hop, and let me start by saying Happy Blog-iversary to Guilty Indulgence.

http://guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.co.uk/p/blog-hops.html

I have been fortunate to receive their coveted Ultimate Indulgence Award three times now, for the following books.

Too Hot To Handle 

Club Ink Series

Vanilla-Free Christmas

I skipped like a loon every time. To know someone enjoyed my book so much to title it the ultimate indulgence is a wonderful feeling.

You see, for me, books have always been the ultimate indulgence. From the minute I learned how to read, I always had a book in my hand. As an only child, books were my friends, who went with me everywhere. Life is never dull when you can lose yourself in a good book, and go on grand adventures.

The fact that I am now fortunate enough to turn my passion into my profession is the truest of indulgences.

*big grin*

Not a day goes by that I don't count my blessings and I'm incredibly grateful to my publishers, readers and of course reviewers alike for helping me make my dream come true.

Okay that's enough smooth talking, on to the prizes. There is a fabulous grand price offered by Guilty Indulgence in the form of awesome swag, and each of us Authors are giving away something too.

In my case I'm offering up a couple of e-books from my backlist which you can find HERE.

Before I disappear, let me give you a preview of my next release, which is a very naughty indulgence indeed.


[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…


Adult Excerpt:

Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”
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Auctioned to the Honorable Dom releases September 25th and is available for pre-order now.

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