Sunday 30 June 2013

#SexySnippets from The Orgasm Project (week 2) #shiftermenage @evernightpub



Don't these Sundays come round fast? For today's Sexy Snippets I give you another scorching hot seven sentences from my Shifter Menage The Orgasm Project, which releases in just three days!!!

*squeals*

In this scene things are about to get hot and heavy...

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"Enough talking," Jake groaned the words into her neck. "Carter will explode if you don't wrap that pretty mouth of yours around his dick, and I need to bury myself deep inside your wet cunt. Get on your knees, sweetheart."
The tone of his voice brooked no argument, and Anastasia scrambled to comply.
Steadying herself with her hands on Carter's thighs, anticipation made her mouth dry at the rustle of foil and the snap of a condom behind her. Carter grasped his dick, and palmed one of her breasts with the other hand, before he slid that hand up and cupped her cheek. The emotion on his face blew her away.

"God, she has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, bro."
(okay, forgive me it's eight sentences)



What's a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?
 Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?
Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.

Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?

Releases July 3rd

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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 29 June 2013

A look at Myth and Motherhood with @SiobhanMuir #newrelease

I have the awesome Siobhan Muir here today to talk about her new release The Beltane Witch, which looks absolutely fabulous. Don't just take my word for it, though. Read on to find out why Siobhan needs some magic in her life.

Hey, don't we all?

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Thank you so much for having me back on your blog, Doris.
How many here live in “the real world”? It’s okay to raise your hand. I come visit a few times a day, you know, when the kids need to eat, or go to school, or I need coffee. But the rest of the time I tend to live in a world of magic, mayhem, and fantastic heroes. I realized a long time ago, I needed a little magic in my life to keep from going insane with the mundane everyday events.
Aren’t there times when you wish the Fae would just show up, wave their fingers in the air, and magically clean up your house, or bring a handsome guy into your life? I’m all for the cleaning aspect. There always seems to be more of it than me. :P
I’ve often dreamt of what it would be like to be rescued from my “mundane” life by a handsome stranger, offering myth and magic to me. But given the muse in my head, of course it couldn’t just be simple. Instead of offering relaxation and vacation, the muse said “what if he brings more responsibility and complication when he comes with all his myth and magic?” Yeah, it’s never simple with her.
For Sabrina Foxglove, the heroine of my latest release, The Beltane Witch, the Fae bestow the latter on her, and she’s not particularly thrilled with the intrusion. Darius Winterbourne is handsome, arrogant, and used to getting his way. Not what a busy mother of two really needs.





Here’s the blurb:

Magic, mayhem, and motherhood… a witch’s work is never done, but Sabrina draws the line at the Fae.



After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.

After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.

Darius, on the other hand, thinks this will be easy. But he’s never really encountered a practical witch like Sabrina and he might just get more than he bargained for with her. She’s definitely not getting the “knight in shining armor” aspect of him at first, though he does step up in the story a couple of times.

Thanks for joining me today and enjoy the excerpt. Happy reading!


EXCERPT
Darius felt the surge of energy around Sabrina as she snarled the words and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Holy Goddess, this little witch had much more power than he’d been led to believe. If she focused all her magic on him, she’d very likely overpower him. She didn’t seem to have the skill to do it, but he decided against testing her just yet.
“Forgive me, Lady Foxglove.” He bowed his head as he removed his hand.
Her shoulders relaxed when he stepped back, but her pale eyes flashed with angry electric purple sparks.
“Perhaps we can speak of this more at your home. It’s cold out tonight and we have much to discuss.”
The tension returned to her frame and her eyes widened. “You think I’m going to let you come to my house? I don’t even know you. I won’t endanger my family. Heck, you carry a huge sword over your damn shoulder.”
“It’s imperative that I speak to you about this.” He didn’t understand her reluctance to accept the great honor she’d been offered.
“Imperative? The only thing that’s imperative is I get home to my kids.” She opened her car door. “And no, you can’t come with me.”
Bloody frustrating woman!
He caught the door before it slammed shut behind her.
“Lady Foxglove. Please.” Damn, it grated to have to beg. “There isn’t much time and the Court will be arriving in a few days. You must be prepared.”
“Tell them to change their plans.” She shrugged. “I don’t have time to entertain the Court. I have brownies to bake for school. I have garlands to make and ribbons to buy. Plus, I have a job. I can’t just take time off. We don’t get paid vacation at Mazie’s. Send them to the Grand Canyon. Now, let go of my door.”
“I cannot!” His temper cracked at her stubbornness. “This is not my honor, but yours. The plans have been laid and it is your destiny to fulfill. I’m merely here to make certain all is prepared for the Court’s arrival.”
“Don’t snap at me just because you didn’t check with me first. I have a life and responsibilities that don’t include you or the Summer Court.” She shook her head and the ponytail of mahogany brown hair slid over her wool encased shoulders. The urge to sift his fingers through it took him by surprise. “Look, success is about communication and you can’t have one without the other. So far, your track record is dismal.”
“Communication goes both ways.” Darius tried to wrestle his temper under control. Where was his famed unruffled demeanor? “I’m here, now, to speak to you about this great honor and event so we might arrange the procedures and protocols. We have a week before the event should occur. Certainly we can come to some sort of arrangement in such time?”
She took a deep breath to deny him, but thought better of it when he raised his eyebrows. She pressed her sensuous lips together in a tight line. He’d like nothing better than to enjoy the feeling of them on his lips or even on his cock, but only if they stopped producing protests. He’d silenced many a woman in such a pleasurable way in the past.
“Okay, fine.” Sabrina dropped her head a moment. “But tomorrow. I can’t do anything tonight and you’re not coming home with me. Tomorrow I’ll meet you at the Cloudburst Coffee Shop on River Street at 10:30 in the morning. That’s the best I can do.”
Tomorrow cut a full day off their prep time, but resolution filled her expression, and he had to take what he could get. Besides, his mother had often told him you got more flies with honey than with vinegar.
“Thank you, Ms. Foxglove. I shall meet you at the Cloudburst Coffee Shop on the morrow.”
“Okay. Good. See you then.”
He released the door and she slammed it shut. The motor hesitated to start in the cold, but eventually caught and Sabrina Foxglove, the Cloudburst witch, drove out of the parking lot, leaving Darius to watch the retreat of her vehicle with a frown.
No one had ever turned down such an honor before. Certainly not when delivered by him. Why hadn’t she folded under his charm?
He sighed and raised his hood above his head, protecting it from the fat flakes of snow settling over the black pavement of the little parking lot. Her obstinacy diluted his interest in her, regardless of her beauty. Women should be biddable, accommodating, amiable.
But damn, she is lovely.
His mind recalled Sabrina’s lush curves despite the disfiguring wool jacket and thick fleece pants. He could imagine full breasts with rosy areoles and tight nipples flushed with heat from his kisses. Her coat had only hinted at the generous ass beneath, but he could see it gripped in his hands as he thrust into her welcoming heat from in front.
His cock stretched his leather trousers in response to his thoughts and he reached down to adjust himself to a more favorable position. He considered the woman upon whom all his immediate future plans were based.
Sabrina Foxglove had been blessed with strength of will and great power, unlike most of the witches he’d met in the past. Her determined resignation when faced with five opponents of greater stature than herself had impressed him. She should have used a simple persuasion spell to direct their attentions elsewhere. Perhaps she's untrained. Experienced or not, she remained a potent witch. And sexy as hell, too. When there’d been no other choice, she’d stood her ground with honor. She hadn’t cried or whined or begged, qualities he loathed in the fairer sex.

Darius fastened his hooded coat around him and melted back into the alley darkness.

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Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s recent release, The Beltane Witch, is the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and she has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. Her free read entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introduces her Cloudburst, Colorado series.

Friday 28 June 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - Judgement Day #FFF

Welcome to Friday, folks.  Enjoy today's flash :-)



She looked so beautiful lying there, so innocent, almost like the first time they'd met. She'd been blindfolded then. Naked and kneeling on the floor, eager to meet her new Master.
Everyone had been fooled by her act, especially him.  He frowned at the blood on his fingers, and picked up the rose. One petal at a time he counted. Will she, or won't she?
The last petal fell on the floor and he crunched it into the ground, the delicate perfume of the flower sweetening the stench of blood and sweat.
He smiled as she woke up. Time to kill.


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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

Wednesday 26 June 2013

Spotlight on Bonded Hearts by Tamsin Baker #newrelease #mmm @evernightpub #regency

Oh, do I have a naughty treat for you today!

What's better than two heroes? Three of course. I have the lovely Tamsin back on my blog today with her brand new release Bonded Hearts.





Blurb:
Eric and Malcolm are over nine hundred years old. They love one another but they are tired. If they do not find their third mate soon, they will both go insane and commit suicide.
At a friend’s ball, the two vampires meet Jackson Essex. A gorgeous young lord who smells like pure heaven to them both. They want him and crave the mating that will bind them forever.
Jackson has always known he had unnatural feelings and cannot believe it when he meets two male vampires that inspire passion in him. The sex is incredible, but Malcolm and Eric want him to stay with them. They want a relationship with him, and Jackson doesn’t want to be a sodomite.
Two vampires on the verge of insanity and their human mate in denial about who he is. Disaster seems to be the only course for the ill fated trio.


Excerpt:
The following evening Jackson followed his friend into a high priced brothel.
His conscience berated him. A whore house, just where he needed to be when he had two willing men ready to fulfil every fantasy he had ever had. How stupid was he?
He shook his head to dispel the thought. No, he needed a woman. He had to prove to himself that he needed more than just what Eric and Malcolm could provide.
The Madame sauntered up, patches covering what he could only assume would be syphilis marks.
Jackson shuddered at the thought.
“Could I help you, Sir?”
Jackson straightened his spine. He was going to do this no matter what. He had told Malcolm and Eric that he needed it. He would prove it, tonight.
“Yes, I want young, blonde, and voluptuous.”
The Madame crooked her finger, and a young girl appeared.
She would be close to twenty but not much over it. Her skin was fair and her body exactly what he liked.
She smiled shyly at him.
Jackson nodded.
“Yes, thank you.”
The girl smiled brighter and turned to lead him out of the room. He followed.
He watched the way her hips swayed and looked at the lovely curve of her neck, yet his cock wouldn’t rise.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath. Should have drunk more whiskey.
She pushed open a door, and the smell of perfume and seed hit Jackson hard. Disgusting. He wanted to turn and leave but forced the door closed behind him.
“How would you like me, Sir?”
Jackson wanted to laugh. He was completely soft. How did she expect him to fuck her?
“I need you naked.”
Her eyebrows rose, but she did as he requested and shed her chemise and skirt. She was rather lovely to look at, with heavy breasts, nice pink nipples, and a thick patch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs.
Nothing.
He was really in trouble now.



About Tamsin:


Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only found erotic romance about ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she have written and obtained 14 contracts of varying lengths with erotic romance and erotica. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She have two other jobs, 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 in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.

Tuesday 25 June 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays - Trouble

I do like Tuesdays, even though I drew a complete blank today. So, forgive me for cheating a bit. Those of you who joined in Evernight Publishing's Night Of Sexy Stories last week will recognize this flash. I've trimmed it down to fit the 200 word requirement.

In any case - Enjoy!



Source: Facebook
(original source unknown)

        The dungeon door whooshed shut behind her and she was alone in the room with Him. Her throat went dry and she hastily sunk to her knees.
        "Why are you here, girl?"
        His voice sent shivers of delicious anticipation down her spine. Deep, and rich it dripped over her senses like molten chocolate, and her body quivered in need, as she tried to regulate her breathing. Nothing at all she could do about her nipples practically pointing towards him, or the moisture slowly sliding down her exposed thighs.
        "Answer me, girl."
        "I was rude, Sir."
        "And?"
        He faced her, and Lilly moaned when he let the ends of the flogger trail across her sensitive nipples.
        "Rudeness is not tolerated in this club, Sir."
        A sharp yank to her hair brought her head up, until she was forced to look at him. Lilly didn't dare move under his intense scrutiny, even when he trailed that flogger lower until the ends touched her wet pussy lips.
        "They say you're more trouble than you're worth, and I should revoke your membership."
Lilly's heart stalled and then turned into a sledge hammer when he smiled.
        "Tell me, girl. What should I do with you?"


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.
Till next week, folks.

D x 

Sunday 23 June 2013

#SexySnippets from The Orgasm Project #shiftermenage @evernightpub


Hope you're having a fantabulous Sunday, folks. It's time for some more #SexySnippets, and my seven today come from my upcoming release with Evernight Publishing.

The Orgasm Project releases July 3rd and is a hot little Shifter Menage tale.

Here's the Blurb:

What's a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?
 Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?
Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.

Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?

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In this scene Carter and Jake are taking Anastasia back to their place, and they just cannot wait to get started on this project, so they stop the car....



"My turn to taste her, brother." The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake's kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter's head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.

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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.



Friday 21 June 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - Fools #FFF

Another Friday, another flash. Enjoy!


The monthly office party was always fun. Even more so when you're the only sober one. Being on medication that didn't mix with alcohol lost some of its sting as I watched my co-workers make fools of themselves. Mary from accounts grabbed hold of Steven from IT. We all knew she'd lusted after him for months, but Steven was very much married, and by the comical look on his face, as he tried to extricate himself from Mary's clutches, happily so.
I laughed out loud when Mary missed his mouth and latched onto his chin instead.
Poor guy looked terrified.


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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

Wednesday 19 June 2013

Her Type Of Guy #newrelease @evernightpub #giveaway

Excuse me whilst I squee and do the loony, snoopy dance. Now, I love release days, but you know it's even better when you share it with friends.

You only have to look at my backlist to know that I love Anthologies. There is something about an anthology call that I just cannot resist. Her Type Of Guy is an Anthology of naughty short stories, and this hot little number is not the result of any Anthology call - oh no. This is the result of a fun conversation the five us of were having on our publisher's loop one day.

I believe it was Michaela who made a throw away comment and we all ran with it, and before you knew it, we had a solid idea and our fingers were flying. And what makes it extra special is that we are  all from the UK, and have met in person. In fact Raven and Michaela are members of my critique group, and Ella and Morgan are fellow Evernight Authors.

So, naturally once we had all completed our two stories each, we had to sub it to Evernight Publisher, and then we all wooped like crazy when they said yes.

And trust me those girls can whoop!


For every desire, there's a man to meet it. Someone's annoyance is another's kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?

Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.

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Oh yeah, we had fun with this one I tell you!

To celebrate the release we are giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift certificate. All you have to do is leave us a comment. Comment on each blog and you have five entries to be thrown into the pot. We will choose a winner by random selection on Monday.
In addition to the above I am giving way an e-book from my back list, which you can find HERE.

Winners choice!

To whet your appetite a little here are two little snippets from my stories - Enjoy!

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The Man With The Bouncing Cock


Fuck that hurt.
Dean dropped the bar, narrowly missing his foot, and grabbed hold of his still bouncing cock.
"Fucking hell, you stupid, useless piece of shit. Will you just stop getting in my damn way? Go down already, you wanking piece of ridiculous nonsense."
He yanked his smarting member out of his sweat pants, and winced at the bruise already forming on his sensitive underside. He'd caught the fucking thing with the bar on the way up, and the instant sharp pain had brought tears to his eyes, and had caused him to lose his grip on the weights. It wasn't the first time, this had happened, but, fuck it all, I've had enough.
He shut his eyes and spread his legs, pumping his swollen prick with much more force than strictly necessary, visions of Amelie filling his mind. He shouldn't be doing this out here in the open where anyone could see him but if he didn't get this thing to deflate at least a little bit, he would explode.
In his mind's eye, Amelie's luscious lips wrapped themselves around his cock, and his hands fisted in her raven tresses, he fucked her mouth. In and out, faster, deeper, his vision so real her flowery scent surrounded him, and he came with a hoarse groan of, "Amelie."
Cum exploded over his fingers, the sticky evidence of his release, reminding him of where he was. Amelie would never give him head. He might as well wish for the moon. He collapsed back on the weight bench, his dick already hardening again under his fingers, and he shook his head.
The flowery scent increased, and the fine hair on his neck stood to attention, when another scent registered—the unmistakable musk of aroused woman, followed by the feminine sighs of completion, as the unknown woman reached her peak with a strangled cry.
Great, some chick was getting her rocks off to seeing him masturbate in public like a horny teenager. His cock bounced in eagerness, and he yanked his sweat pants up over it, wincing anew as he caught his bruised underside.

"Enough, I'll cut the fucking thing off before I put up with this anymore. Show is over, lady, and I'm not interested, no matter what this thing between my legs says, so beat it already. The man with the bouncing cock is going to bounce right out this town."
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Poor guy, I did rather torture him in this story.

*evil grin*

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Grumpy–pants

James ran an exasperated hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is all he needed, after the day from hell: some overeager employee staying late and setting the system off again.
"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be there in five. And do not touch anything. You'll only make it worse."
"I am not a complete moron."
"Really, you do surprise me, Miss…?" he drawled into the receiver. There was something cock-raisingly familiar about that voice, laced with a hint of anger.
"Julie, and don’t you worry, there is no chance of me twisting something I am not wearing, now is there?" The dialing tone stopped any response he could have given and for the second time that day, James smiled.
He took the stairs three at a time, eager to get this over with. The first floor was deserted, bar the station at the far end. An all-too-familiar delicious ass presented itself to him, and he swallowed his groan, as his dick hardened instantly.
"Hmm, I recognize that ass." He crossed his arms over his chest, and the owner of that curved perfection froze for an instant, before she tried to scramble out from under the desk. She bumped her head in the process.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her head and reversed out of the confined space on hands and knees. "Damn it, you're grumpy-pants?" Her voice held a note of panic.
"Grumpy-pants?" he asked and she froze again.
"That's what they call you. Surely you knew that? Please tell me you knew that."
Yep, definitely panicking. He'd almost forgotten what a thrill it gave him to see a sub squirm, and unless his senses were completely off, she was most definitely a sub. He'd sensed it by the roadside and he sure as hell got the signals loud and clear now.
By the time she made it out from under the desk his hands were itching to spank those firm globes and he swallowed a groan, remembering her earlier statement, as she looked up at him.
"Tell me, do you always come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my benefit?"
She glared at him, and he suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
"Tell me, would you like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"
He laughed and her eyes narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It flickered and died again and he sighed.
"I should put you over my knee for talking to me like that."

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Yeah, I had fun with this one too, and it took an unexpected twist. 

You can get this gem here:


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I shall now go back to my snoopy dance.

*big grin*

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Tuesday 18 June 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays - Stay

Time to tease you all again :-)


Source Pinterest: 


Stay here with me.
The words she would never say bounced around in her brain, threatening to destroy this last moment they had together. She burrowed in closer instead, as close as it was humanely possible to be, and she breathed in his very essence. Fingers curled into his jacket, she squeezed her eyes shut to hide her tears. He didn't need to see her cry. She could do that later, when his last memory of her wouldn't be marred by useless tears.
He pulled her closer still, his need to touch as desperate as hers. Hands fisted in her hair, he rained kisses on her forehead, branding her as his. She'd always be his, no matter where he was.
"I have to go now. They're waiting for me."
She slid her hands inside his jacket and hugged him close.
Damn the rules of time and space.
"I know," she whispered and his body tensed under her fingertips. Muscles bunched and then released, as he stepped away.

The hint of a kiss brushed her lips, and he was gone. Amy shivered in the rush of cold air, his departure left behind, and she turned her back on the disappearing portal.



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.
Till next week, folks.

D x 

Monday 17 June 2013

Have an Unconventional Courtship with Morgan King @EroticWritings #regency #contest

I do love a good historical story, don't you? So, it gives me great pleasure to leave you in Morgan's capable hands, as she tells us more about her Unconventional Courtship. And she is giving you a chance to win a copy. How is that for brightening up your Monday?

Take it away, Morgan :-)

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Hello Doris O’Connor fans, (*waves to the lady in question*)
I’m presuming that you’re following her blog because like me you think she’s great.
Seriously she is. I’m lucky enough to have met Doris and as of next week feature in an anthology with her (Doris may or may not have inserted cover art here, I hope she has it’s hot) but that’s another story.

*blushes*

Goodness, such praise! You can see that cover in the side bar (Her Type Of Guy) ------^^^^----


It’s another story because I had a story out Friday as well and that’s what I want to talk to you about.
An Unconventional Courtship is my second release with Evernight Publishing and even though I don’t have a vast collection of stories to compare with for me it was a little different. Compared to my first story Duty to Love and those set to come An Unconventional Courtship is seriously sweet, sinfully sweet even. To be honest I’m not quite sure how that happened as normally the hot stuff just writes itself. Okay sex happens in this story to, but like I say it’s sweet, there’s ices and everything!
So why write it, especially as it wasn’t what I’d originally planned on writing as a follow up to my first novella? The answer: the characters spoke to me. I know this happens to some authors regularly but me not so much. I’m often all about the plot, but in this case Lord Mendton and Lady Eleanor Chatsby started having a conversation and as it was playful I couldn’t help listening in. I guess that means it wasn’t really me they were speaking to, but close enough. I overheard them and I thought this would make a great short story and very conveniently I needed a short story to go in a newsletter. So, I wrote it up and showed it to a couple of people. Both of whom said “It deserves to be longer”, and “write more I want to know…” So, write more I did and here we are with a longer short story!
Now if you can guess which scene I started with as the short story you could be in with a chance to win a copy of Duty to Love, my regency ménage. Was it…
a)     The marriage proposal.
b)     When Ellie steps out of a boat into the middle of a lake.
c)     The wedding night.

Answers on a postcard, oops no answers in a comment below with your e-mail address. One lucky reader who has picked the correct answer will be randomly selected by the end of next week J



The blurb and excerpt below may or may not help:
To marry or not to marry- that is the question for Lord Mendton and Lady Eleanor Chatsby.
Lady Eleanor Chatsby has her eye on a man; unfortunately he doesn’t appear to know she exists and is more interested in his hobby of bird watching.
Lord Mendton, curses his inability to communicate well with others, especially when his attention is captured by the most interesting of ladies.
One impetuous act from her and he is struck by the desire to make Lady Eleanor Chatsby his wife. Unfortunately his proposal is unexpected, poorly timed and refused.  He is not deterred and begins a plan of seduction.
Their courtship fast becomes a battle of wills, what can Lord Mendton do to capture his lady’s heart? Will she give him her heart? Will he cede her control of their relationship?
Excerpt:
“What are you doing, Eleanor?”
My God, he was melodramatic! She couldn’t believe he was worried enough to use her first name.
 Squashing down her nerves, Ellie lifted one leg...  
“You’ll drown!”
... and swung it over the side of the boat.
“It may be freezing cold, but I am not going to drown. The water will barely reach above my knees.” Ellie certainly hoped this would be the case. “And anyway I am quite a good swimmer…for a lady.” She plunged herself into the water.
It was hellish cold. The shock was the worst, but after that first gasp of breath Ellie was able to move. The water line reached mid thigh, she would not have to swim. She found her footing and looking straight ahead, her skirts billowing all around her, made for dry land.
She distracted her mind from the unpleasant circumstances of her body with a fanciful comparison to Ophelia. Why was it that  the actions of men led women to drowning their sorrows in water? That was a depressing thought. Maybe she was more like the Lady of the Lake from tales of King Arthur.
The nasal honks coming from of a gaggle of Canada geese heading in her direction spurred Ellie on. She didn’t particularly fancy being inspected by their inquisitive beaks.
And, oh God, was that a fish? She dreaded to think what else it might be. Straight ahead, keep looking straight ahead.
Not surprisingly there was a crowd of people on the bank. Ellie didn’t think she’d ever seen her mother so red-faced, and worse, there in the crowd was Lord Mendton. Well, there was no doubt that he’d noticed her now. He might even know her name. It was bound to be one of the words people were busy whispering.





If you fancy finding out how things turn out for Ellie and Lord Mendton here’s the links:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/an-unconventional-courtship-by-morgan-king/
http://www.bookstrand.com/an-unconventional-courtship-mf

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Sunday 16 June 2013

#SexySnippets from Her Type Of Guy (Anthology) #officefun @evernightpub




Hurray, it's Sunday and time to tease you all with my sexy seven, taken once again from Her Type Of Guy, which releases in just three days.

*whoop*

This snippet is taken from my second story in this Antho - Grumpy-Pants. In this scene Julie has stayed late in the office, because she has to finish an important proposal, and her pc dies.

Time to call in James Grumpley, the new IT Manager...



"Tell me, do you always come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my benefit?"
She glared at him, and he suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
"Tell me, would you like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"
He laughed and her eyes narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It flickered and died again and he sighed.

"I should put you over my knee for talking to me like that." 



For every desire, there's a man to meet it. Someone's annoyance is another's kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?

Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.

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Like I said this releases on Wednesday and I can't wait for you to meet all the guys!

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.

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