Friday, 19 September 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Eternal #FFF

Another Friday, another 100 words. Enjoy...



Lisa stepped under the hot spray with a sigh of relief. Her shift in A&E had been long and grueling and she needed to let water wash away the blood she could still see on her hands. There had been so much. A sob escaped her, masking the slide of the door, and she gasped when strong arms pulled her back into a hard muscled chest and Jason’s earthy scent surrounded her.
“Shh, my love, I told you, I’m always here.

She shut her eyes, afraid to spoil the magic. He was gone forever, but this just felt so real.

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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, 18 September 2014

#AuthorInterview with @EvieJayne2 #newrelease Scar Tissue @evernightpub #vampire #pnr

I have the lovely Evie in my hot seat today, so grab a cuppa and let's get to know her!

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Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second full length PNR novel, Scar Tissue.

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. I'm a bit of a recluse, I think most authors are. I live way down in the south pacific in a little island country called New Zealand (where Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit were filmed.) I'm a mum to two boys and a dedicated equestrian. In fact I'm a bit animal mad. We have a flock of chooks, two milking goats, a super hyper pup, a fluffy little Shetland pony and my two thoroughbred horses. I'm trying to talk my man into a cat and a pig next. I'm lucky enough to live rurally which means I can give in to my animal obsession.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. Hmm, interesting question. Probably the characters themselves. I'm very character driven in my work and often feel like I have a head full of imaginary friends clamoring for me to tell there stories.



Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. Well! That is a bit of a story. I struggle with covers. I'm not really a fan of romance covers in general and often find them off putting. I'm quite a private person and this is probably where this comes from. I'm really not a flaunt it kinda girl.
When I was sent the cover for my first book I just said, “Whatever, I'm not going to like anything you send me so just do what you want.” Boy did I learn a lesson. I've had so many negative comments about the white sports bra! I've come to realize I need to take an active part in my branding. So when I was waiting for the cover for Scar Tissue I was nervous. I'd already decided to be more proactive. The file arrived and I actually opened it with my eyes squinted and my breath held.
I needn’t have bothered. There is so much to like with my new cover. It's sexy without being too in your face. The color's font and style match book one, making it clear that the two books are a series. It's obviously paranormal and I feel that the models have captured the essence of my hero and heroine. Plus, don't you just love that primitive tattoo?

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. Funny! There is no typical day for me. As I said I'm a mum and an equestrian. I write around the edges. I write when it's raining. I write on school days. I write in a notebook I keep by my bed another that's always in my car and another one that lives in my bag. I write at work on note paper. (Shhhh, don't tell my boss.) Sometimes I write on serviettes and paper bags. Then I get to sit down at my computer and transcribe. If I'm lucky (or the kids are unlucky) the muse takes hold and I'm off. When it's like that, everything and everybody gets neglected. I write for days, from morning til late in the night, I can barely hold a conversation, lose track of real life, struggle to be responsible, hardly eat or sleep and live on coffee. My long suffering family, I'm so lucky to have them.

Q. What inspires you?

A.Love inspires me. Obsession too. Those are the biggies. On a more direct level, it's often images, photographs, music, lyrics. Lyrics are big. Sometimes a whole character will be built around a single line from a song and a single photograph.

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

A. That's an easy one. An artist. Prior to picking up the pen again I was an active fiber and textile artist. I sold in arts quarters and galleries around the country and online internationally. If I wasn't writing, I'd still be doing that, but you know the muse, she takes me where she wants, so here I am.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. Absolutely.  My imaginary friends tend to have big personalities, strong wills and are not generally the most stable characters. Because I write paranormal, they are often centuries old and their perspectives on life and their reactions too it are colored by the eccentricity caused by living so long. They tell me their stories, they direct it and I just sit back and let them speak.

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

A. Coffee! And quiet. Lots of quiet, alone time.

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

A. Study the craft of writing. Next to actually just sitting down and writing, that's probably the most important thing. Learn how to make your work better. Learn what makes writing good and bad. Also write first, edit later. Just get the bones of the story down and worry about making it good later.

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

A. I'm not much of one for thinking about the future. I'm a live in the moment girl, but if I have a dream, it's to be able to live off my writing.

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. 'Get off the cross, we need the wood.'
“Dry as a nuns c**t.'
and
'That went down like a cup of cold sick.'
As you can tell I have a bit of crass in my personality.

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

A. Not so much these days, but mostly because I've learnt tricks to get around it. Drumming in the 'Write first, edit later' rule has been hugely instrumental in breaking through blocks. I tell myself that all first drafts are sh*t and just to write. I tend to block if I worry about the quality of what I'm writing. I find having a loose plot outline to follow helps too.

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

A. Dominion book three, obviously and hopefully much sooner than this one. Though that may depend on the book that has grabbed hold of me at the moment. This is another paranormal, though possibly it's more of an urban fantasy, with less focus on the romance. We'll see.
It centers on an unspecified species of shape shifting blood drinkers and the society they have created which is loosely based on the roman empires social structure, though set in modern times of course.
I also have a half finished PNR set in London that explores the idea that vampires don't need blood to survive, but because they're addicted to it. Blood junkies, so to speak.

Q. And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?


Blurb:
            Caden James is a rare subspecies of vampire. That’s bad enough, but it’s only going to get worse. The 2nd maturation is almost upon him, when he will fall into the Dark Dominion. Unless he can find the female fated to save his soul.
            Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
            Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
            Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
            Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
            Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.
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Excerpt:

            Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
            “You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
            “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
            “You sure?” she said.
            With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
            “What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
            “Get rid of it.”
            He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
            “What else?” she repeated.
            He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
            He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
            He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
            As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
            “I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
            His lips curled. Good, that was good.


This sounds fabulous, Evie. Thanks for sharing with us today!

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Wednesday, 17 September 2014

#MWTease from Bought for Christmas "I'm the Beast. Haven't you heard?" #WIP #bearshifter #bdsm



Happy Middle of the week, folks. It's time for a bunch of us to tease you again, As ever, a big thank you to the awesome Sandra Bunino for bringing us all together every week. Last week I shared from a different WIP and I had every intention to keep writing that story, and then my muse decided to hit me with an idea for a Christmas Story. Resistance is futile as they say, as the characters have been screaming at me, and I should have this finished by the end of the week. Gotta love a story that tells itself.

Think scarred bear shifter, one feisty human heroine, who has been 'sold' to him to pay off her brother's debt and save the family company at Christmas time.


Here is the moment, the heroine accepts his demands...

(Please excuse any mistakes, unedited word vomit right now)

She shook her head when he slanted his, and one of her little hands crept up to cup his scarred side.
“Don’t hide them. They don’t scare me. They never have,” she said and offered him a tentative smile that made his chest feel tight with longing.
“They should do. I’m the beast. Haven’t you heard?” His humorless laugh echoed around them and she shook her head.
“I think you hide behind your scars so no one can come too close.”
Hunter forgot to breathe at that quiet statement, delivered with absolute conviction, and he took her by the shoulders and pushed her away. It was that or ravish her right here, and show her what a perverted beast he truly was.
“I’m not a fairy tale, Emilia. You can’t make me into the hero here. If I was, I’d have simply delivered your brother home, not cleaned him out myself.”
Emilia worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and went a little cross eyed a she concentrated hard. It was the most adorable sight, and meant he grew even harder in his pants.
“So, why are you here, then, giving him an out? I’m not such a catch that you’re doing this just to have your wicked way with me.”
His bear growled his disapproval at his mate’s low opinion of herself, and for once Hunter was in perfect agreement with him. The fact that she didn’t shy away from him, just went a delightful shade of pink, made him want to simply grab her and have his way with her right now. He couldn’t do that, however. Not until she knew everything there was to know about him and he had somewhere where she couldn’t run away, when he revealed his true self.
Then, and only then would he show her not only his bear, but also the other, darker side of him, that made him want to tie her up, and mark her body with his hands, teeth, and claws.
“I think any man would be lucky to have his wicked way with you, kitten.”
Her blush deepened and she shook her head.
“Only if they want my money, and newsflash, I haven’t got any, other than what I earned myself and I’m damn proud of that.”
She raised her chin in a defiant gesture, and he grinned.
“As you should be. You mama would be proud of you.”
Tears sprang into Emilia’s eyes, and Hunter cursed himself for all kinds of a fool. Clearly her grief was still raw, as was his own, truth be told. Annalisa had kept in touch with him after the rift between Hunter and her husband. As far as he knew it had been the only time she had gone against her husband’s wishes, as disgusted with his using sub-standard building materials on their latest contract for social housing, as Hunter himself had been, when he found out. Hunter wasn’t sure if Emilia knew the particulars. Her father had laid the blame for the disaster that had followed firmly at Hunter’s door.
He crunched his teeth in remembrance. Too many innocent lives had been lost in that collapse, and it had taken Hunter years to rebuild his reputation.
It gave him a small amount of satisfaction that Duncan enterprises had never fully recovered from that, whereas his own business was thriving.
“I’m not at all sure of that,” Emilia said, forcing his attention back on her. “Mama tasked me with keeping an eye out on Papa and Leo. I haven’t exactly managed to do that. They both have just got worse since she died. I wanted this Christmas to be different. Instead they’re not talking to me, Leo is using more than ever and I’m about to enter into an agreement to save my father’s ass like some sort of a whore.”
She screeched when Hunter pounced and slammed her against his car in his frustration.
“Dammit, woman, don’t ever call yourself that.” He gentled his hold on her when he sensed her sudden leap of fear, and groaned.
“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to be so rough, but don’t ever talk about yourself like that. I told them, this is your choice entirely.”
Emilia kicked him in the shin, and pointedly looked at his hands on her shoulders, until he let her go with a muffled curse.
“Some fucking choice. If I don’t agree to this, I’m letting everyone down, and you can sugar coat this any which way you want, but you bought me, so in my eyes that makes me a whore.” She put her hand on his mouth when he opened it to say something, and continued.
“The worst thing is, all you had to do was ask me out. I would have jumped at the chance to get to know you. Now, this is all sordid and just plain wrong.”
She shrugged out of her coat and handed it to him.
“Let your lawyers draw up some damn contract and I’ll stick to my side of the bargain. Just let me know where you want me.”
She turned on her heel and marched away from him, head held high, and Hunter felt every ounce the beast he was rumored to be.
She would never believe him now, if he told her the real reason for this.


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D xx



Tuesday, 16 September 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Winning

It's time to tease you again, and this fine Tuesday I've got a somewhat emotional one for you. You have been warned....


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Grace pulled the coat tighter around herself, as a particularly powerful gust of wind threatened to tumble her down the steep cliff path. Fighting tears, she was almost tempted to let it. Anything had to be better than this aching void she was left with. God she missed him.
Her belly twitched, reminding her why she couldn’t give up, and Grace smiled through her tears. Their child would never know their daddy. He would never know the treatment had worked this time—finally.
Carefully negotiating the rickety steps Grace made her way down to the water’s edge, and let the spray of the sea wash away her tears.
Baby Anna kicked again, as though to remind her that she was here, and Grace took the urn out of her bag.
It seemed fitting to end their journey here on this beach. The passage of time had corroded the cliffs, in much the same way as the cancer had corroded Jenson’s body, until only his shell remained, and the little frozen vials, he’d insisted on storing before he started the chemo.
Grace tipped his ashes into the wind.

“Fly my love, and know that you won the war in the end.”



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, 15 September 2014

Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop #winGCs #giveaway



Love...All things Fairy Tale? We're celebrating them in all their forms...originals, adaptations, twists and retellings. Sweet or steamy or a little bit twisted! Hop through all the blogs for giveaways at each stop! And don't forget to enter for the $100 Amazon gift card grand prize drawing too!

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Who doesn't love a good fairy tale? I grew up on them and still love them to this day. Nowadays I tell them to my kids at bed time.

What I really love, however is a good old naughty Fairy tale. I love seeing what the author's imagination comes up with. I've written two myself. One is a steamy version of Goldielocks, and the other a  twist on Beauty and the Beast, and the little Mermaid.



Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of delicious fun.When Goldie Lockwood receives an explicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit in lust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do – obey.  After all she is dying to find out what goes on behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.

Having his Goldilocks pounced on by his brother and sister had not been in Jason Stanhope's plan, even if the little human's responsiveness blows the triplets away. Porridge, chairs, beds, she tries them all.

But, can she be the sweet sub they need? Or will Goldilocks live up to her name and run away screaming?

Here's a little tease:

Three pairs of identical, heavy-lidded, chocolate eyes settled on Goldie, and she backed away nervously until she bumped against the steel door. Its coolness served to confirm that she was indeed here and not in her cozy bed, having the most erotic CEO dream ever.

"She's not our sub, Jacob. She's mine!" Jason ground the words out through gritted teeth.

Jacob whistled under his breath, and Catalina narrowed her eyes. Jason, however, advanced toward Goldie with the lazy, long-limbed gait she'd admired in the office. Unlike at the office though, all his attention was focused on her. Goldie's body reacted with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples puckered against the thin satin of her dress, and she clamped her thighs together to stop the renewed rush of moisture from trickling down her leg. He stopped so close to her that their thighs touched. She dropped her gaze to escape the intensity of his and settled it on the intricate tattoo on his left shoulder. She hadn't gotten a close look at it in the office but now she could see it was two bears entwined. The image would have been extremely erotic had it been two humans.

Her body lit up under Jason's intense scrutiny, and when he leaned down and inhaled deeply, she closed her eyes again. For some reason, that really turned her on.

"Thank you for following my instructions so exactly. I hope you had a pleasant journey here."

His deep baritone washed over her senses, and she nodded. His smile of approval showed through the light kisses he dropped on her cheek, and she turned her head, desperate to taste his full lips. He withdrew, and she bit back her disappointed moan.

"Not so fast, Goldilocks."

"Wha—what? And that's not my name." She tried to inject some authority into her voice, she really did, but Miss Pornstar seemed to have reemerged, so she gave up and simply looked at him. The business suits he'd worn to the office ever since that first day hinted at the powerful physique underneath. Seeing him this close dressed in jeans and a black vest and those damn cowboy boots, not to mention having all his attention focused on her—well, she may just go into cardiac arrest. It was every secret fantasy she'd ever harbored times three. The man of her dreams, plus his equally wet dream-inducing brother, and their stunningly beautiful sister. Her gaze darted involuntarily to Catalina, and their eyes locked. Jacob chuckled. Jason took a step away from Goldie and looked over his shoulder with a sigh.

"Maybe our sub after all, bro." Jacob's amused drawl shook Goldie out her trance like state and heat stained her cheeks.

"I'm no one's sub." Her voice was still far too breathy, and she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them. But there, she'd said it. They would have to let her go. She knew that much at least. They couldn't keep her here against her will—they wouldn't.




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

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

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

Another little excerpt:

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag."

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Cafe in the Park anyone? #newrelease @ElodieParkes #pnr @sirenbookstrand

Happy Monday, folks. Elodie is on my blog today to tell us about her bestselling new release Cafe in the Park with Siren Publishing.

Take it away, Elodie :-)

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Hi Doris and readers,
Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Siren Publishing release, ‘Café in the Park.’
This is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles. It has paranormal and suspense threads.
I always fall in love with my characters. Chris and Emily, my heroine, are very loveable. Emily is so recognizable, a pretty, intelligent woman, longing for love and yet without the environment to find it. Chris is the quintessential paranormal hero, a mystery, an enigma, and yet desperate for love because of his life. He’s also a modern hero, a singer and guitar player in a rock band, and a competent businessperson. He’s sexy, kind, gorgeous, adorable, and something else…



Café in the Park
When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness. Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back to haunt him?
How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?


18+ excerpt
Emily opened the door.
The sight took his breath away. She was dressed in a simple, short, dark-blue shift dress, but it touched her curves exactly right. His gaze strayed to her bare thighs, and then with a smile he raised his eyes to hers.
“Emily, you look beautiful. I’m early, I know.”
She nodded and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s great to see you.” She opened the door wider. “Come in.”
Chris stepped into the hall. It brought them to stand very close together. His heart pounded. Will she see my jacket move with the force of this pounding? It’s probably loud enough for her to hear. He stared at her. Conviction she was meant to be his, that they were destined for each other, gave him courage. He held out his arms.
Emily went into them, molding her body against his, her arms sliding around his neck.
The move enchanted Chris. His hips surged forward against her. He pressed his erection onto her stomach. His arms around her waist, he bent his head slowly to hers. The sexual tension between them lent an air of unreality to the atmosphere. The moment his lips met hers Chris felt as if every muscle in his body had dissolved. The floating sensation was exquisite. He savored her mouth. He soaked up every brush of her breath, every inch of her body as she pressed against him, her soft lips kissing him, her hands gentle in his hair. Delight coursed through him. Low moans from them both added to the raw sexual connection. His cock throbbed. His balls pulsed. He ran his hands down Emily’s ass to cup her there, lift and hold her to his body as he thrust the bulge in his pants against her.
Emily broke the kiss to whisper a question against his lips. “Chris, did you book dinner anywhere?”
He took a breath. The loss of the kiss pulled his mouth back to hers. He kissed her between words. “Why? No, I was hoping to take you to a quiet place a friend recommended.” He kissed along her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. Her skin was like silk. He rubbed his lips, nose, and cheek against it, tenderly, loving the scent of her.
“I thought we might stay here for a while, unless you’re hungry…I…” Her murmured words against his ear sent ripples of sensation down his stomach to his cock.
He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.
As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.
She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.
He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her hard.
He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He shuddered as she grasped his cock.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Siren Bookstrand All rights reserved



Available at 10% launch discount on the Siren Publishing website, Cafe in the Park, erotic, paranormal romance.
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About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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Sunday, 14 September 2014

#SexySnippets from The Bear Treatment (The Projects, 4) #comingsoon @evernightpub #bdsm #pnr




Happy Sunday, folks. It's time to bring you seven sexy sentences again and today's are coming from book four of The Projects, The Bear Treatment. This is set for release September 24th.


 To set the scene. Louisa is on her first 'date' with Luke, and things get rather.... hot.

*winks*

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake, and if she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass. 
She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”



There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good for nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa with a difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up with being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end.

One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

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