tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62493259624249014682024-03-13T20:14:37.793+00:00The Tardis ScribblesMusings of Author Doris O'ConnorCherie Nichollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10877225088700249643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1025125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-90924663999879152232015-02-26T16:45:00.000+00:002015-02-26T16:48:19.856+00:00I'm moving! So long, blogger...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey, lovely peeps, as the title says, this old bird is on the move. Why, I hear you ask. Well, unless you've been living under a rock you will have heard that Blogger are banning 'explicit adult content' from their blog. I like many others received an e-mail in my inbox, telling me that my blog was one of the ones identified as containing such content.<br />
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Bearing in mind that I am an erotic author, this will just not do. I have no idea whether my book covers are acceptable under these new standards. And what about some of the Flash pictures. Those of you following my blog will know that I never post anything that isn't tasteful, yet I still received that e-mail.</div>
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No doubt mass generated, and send out to all of us who have an Adult content warning, but their descriptions are just too vague for my liking. This blog may or not be deemed to be within their standards.</div>
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So as of rigt now, you will find all my usual ramblings, rants, squeals, awesome guests and regular features at my new blog.</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-88973860706714895732015-02-26T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-26T00:00:03.380+00:00Spotlight on Unbearable #newrelease @AuthorWren #nft @evernightpub #pnrPlease give a warm welcome to debut author Wren Michaels today, who is here to tell us about her yummy first release, a naughty fairy tale, no less. Don't you just love those? I know I do. Take it away, Wren :-)<br />
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Thank you for having me on your blog today! This is my debut
novella so I'm going though ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie
Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line a try,
and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was
born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red's story. Snow White's
story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the
opportunity to share this with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I
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<i><span style="color: #222222;">Rose Red will stop at nothing
to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their
mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her
death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life
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</i><i><span style="color: #222222;">Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by
day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues
Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is
dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just
be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him
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<i><span style="color: #222222;"> “</span></i><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Do you have a habit of going
around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice
hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company for
quite some time, and it's taking its toll.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“I don't have many women that
wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which leads to the
question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her
eyes.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“I don't think that's any of your
business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings my ears. “While I
appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is waiting for me and will
send out a search party if I don't return.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“It'll be a mighty cold walk with
no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">The green in her eyes darkens.
“Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Absolutely. Once they're dry.” I
fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking clothes. “It'll take
hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there's a nasty storm brewin'
outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night.
It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. You can venture
home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in
hopes she'll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you,
and you are free to go.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">She darts her gaze between me and
the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. But she
doesn't.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“And what am I to do the rest of
this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">I force my eyes away from the
glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well, I assume
you'll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot
out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole falling into
the river and me rescuing you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">Her eyes widen as big as saucers.
“Were you stalking me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Perhaps I came upon you once or
twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">Fury blazes in her dark green
eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she's gorgeous when she's
feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump lips with my own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“How much do you know?” She leans
in, forgetting she's naked as her protective covering falls away from her
breasts. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">They stare up at me from the
corner of my eye, but I'm careful not to look at them for fear she'll cover
them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the room. My fingers
ache to rub them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“How much should I know. I've
never met you before, Rose. You've come into my woods for the past month, and
each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone. And I'm left to
dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to worry that you'll
add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket on either side of
her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just above her lips.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">Quick breaths puff from her lips
as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a glorious rage, and
it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury between her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Not unless you're in league with
Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches closer to mine, the
blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate soft skin of her
stomach catches my eyes and I'm unable to look away.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Hestor?” I repeat, as it's the
only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Are you not familiar with the
dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Oh. On the contrary, I'm quite
familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him out?” My gaze turns
back to her.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Like what you see?” She tilts
her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It's yours if you lead me to
him.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">I shake my head. “You truly must
think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I know that's what you
offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the reward of your body,
yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives. You cannot seduce me
in this way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Am I repulsive to you?” her
voice notches up an octave.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“You, Rose Red are the most
beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. But I think you
should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature and perhaps we
could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“What do you want with him? His
magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me
with intent.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">I lean in, pressing my chest
against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons, as I know you do
yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is that he must be
eliminated. No?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Your towel seems to have come
lose,” she whispers.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">My brow quirks. “How would you
know?” I think she's trying to distract me, but I won't fall for her games.
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<span style="color: #222222;">“Because I'm the one who loosened
it.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock, forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head
yells at me to jump back, but the sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my
flesh wipe all logical thought from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing
down, aching to watch her hand stroke my length. It's the last thing I see
before she knocks me cold.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Wren
Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are
their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her
away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow
and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it
right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and
in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses
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Happy middle of the week, peeps, and what a week it's been so far. Take it from me, do not have three releases in eight days.... it's not good for your health.<br />
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Only kidding, it is, of course, hugely exciting, even if my mind is spinning.<br />
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Just to prove how much, I'm teasing twice today. The lovely Raven McAllan has me on her blog today with a tease from yesterday's release, Carmel's Choice, which you can find <a href="http://www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">here.</a><br />
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I'm going to tease from Cat's Rescue, which is my story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology which releases this Friday. This is an interracial BDSM story, and Rhys is a fire fighter.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> “And
where would you go, my little cat? It’s the middle of the night. You’re in your
fuck me night dress, which I must say was a delicious surprise about you.” He
smiled as her color deepened to the most delightful blush. “It’s freezing out
there, you’ve locked yourself out of your flat on a misguided rescue mission of
one ungrateful little feline, and the one person who has your spare key is fast
asleep and deaf. Where exactly are you going to go to? Always assuming that I
would let you walk out of here, and that’s never going to happen. Not dressed
like that, anyway.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“You can’t keep me here against my
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long swig of his own cocoa. The sweet flavor coated his tongue, and he inhaled
deeply of the comforting aroma. Most men would choose a stiff drink at the end
of a long shift, and Rhys was certainly not averse to drowning his sorrows, but
he preferred simpler pleasures that kept your head clear. Besides hot cocoa
reminded him of the times when he was little and all of his worries were
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of his little cat. Her dying wish had been for him to settle down and start a
family, but he’d never found a woman that would make him even consider doing
so, until the day Cat had walked into his station and he’d fallen instantly in
love. His mother had always said it
would happen, yet he had never been sure if he believed her. A single mum
herself, she had nonetheless held onto the dream of living happily ever after
with the one person you’re destined to be with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reality of his feelings hit him in the gut, and he put his cup down, mindful of
the white knuckled grip he had on it. It would freak Cat out completely if he
broke his mug with his bare hands. She looked ready to bolt as it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Instead he took a deep breath and
pinched the bridge of his nose. Cat watched him through wide eyes, and she
carefully took several sips of her drink. Her tense expression relaxed, and he
didn’t miss her groan of appreciation—such a deep throated sound that his cock
jumped back to full alert, and he crunched his jaw together. He bet she would
make those sounds as he ate her out, pushing her toward an orgasm he would not
let her have until she begged him for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Some of his thought processes must have
shown on his face, because Cat’s hands wobbled, and he reached across to take
the mug off of her, before she added burned fingers to her list of injuries to
hold against him. He put the mug down on the table behind her and ran a hand
through his hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said
that. Of course you wouldn’t hold me against my will. I-I seem to not be able
to act like a rational person around you. It’s just … just … oh hell.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She looked so adorably flustered that
Rhys had to laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Would it help if I told you, that you
have the same effect on me, little cat?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I do?” she asked, and then slapped a
hand over her mouth, and shook her head. “I meant what I said. I will not—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Be one of my women, I get that loud and
clear, but tell me, <i>girl,” </i>she blanched as he let his voice drop, and
suddenly found the floor most interesting. The act was such a submissive tell
that the dominant in him roared. “Where are all those women you seem to think I
have? You can inspect my bedpost if you like.” She squirmed at that, and he
grinned. “You won’t find any notches. What you will find, however, are leather
restraints with your name on them, girl, and if you’ll insist on insulting me,
there’s a paddle that would leave a beautiful mark on your ass for days to
come. Every time you sit down it would remind you of who you belong to, and
that I will only tolerate so much sass from my girl. And. You. Are. Mine.” He
accentuated every word with a tap of his forefinger on the tip of her cute
button nose, and Cat’s breathing turned so shallow she was in danger of
hyperventilating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“And breathe, sweet girl. I want you
passing out from pleasure or happily floating in sub space, not anxiety.”
Giving into the need to touch her, taste her, he bent down and brushed his lips
across hers. Cat groaned, and Rhys took advantage and slipped his tongue past
her lips. His cat tasted of chocolate and the unique flavor that was all
aroused woman. Hic cock jerked painfully against his jeans, and his groan
joined her feminine mewl when she kissed him back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Rhys fisted his hands in her hair to
angle her head to his satisfaction, and he took charge of the kiss, deepening
it until all he could taste and feel was his woman’s surrender to his will. By
the time he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily, and Cat almost
fell off the chair as she followed him when he pulled away and straightened up
slowly. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and she blinked several times
to get her eyes to focus on him. Only a small ring of moss green remained
around the outer edges of her irises, her pupils so dilated that her eyes
looked almost black. Oh yes, her body responded to him beautifully. There was
no doubt in his mind that his cat wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only
she would shut off her brain and allow herself to feel. Her submission would be
so sweet to witness, as she came apart under his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">For the umpteenth time since he’d seen
her on that ledge he adjusted his prick away from the zipper of his jeans, and
his balls drew tight as Cat licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on that
action. How he wished he had the authority over her to order her to her knees
and to suck him off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Instead, he forced himself to take a
step back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligée.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This
was why she hated going to these things on her own. Carmel swigged back her
double martini and barely suppressed a groan as she pulled the hem of her
clingy red dress further down her stockinged leg. The menace of the evening,
otherwise known as Sean, as he’d introduced himself earlier, made a beeline
straight to her. The overweight, balding wannabe gigolo, who seemed incapable
of taking the hint, barely avoided colliding with the new Mr. and Mr.
Featherington. Not that the two men engaged in a lip-lock would have noticed if
he had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
ghost of a smile kicked up her lips. It was good to see her old school friend
so happy. Lars had taken a lot of stick for his sexual preferences when they’d
been growing up. Something Carmel had never understood, even then. Her refusal
to join in the “pick on the gay pervert” game had meant she’d been ostracized,
too. Not that it had mattered much. Lars and her against the world, and all
that, together with their friend Nicole. It was a pity she couldn’t be here
today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Even
though they’d gone to different universities, they’d all kept in touch, and
when Lars had sent Carmel the invite to his wedding, she couldn’t have refused
to go, especially when Nicole wasn’t able to attend. One of them had to be
there to see Lars hitched at long last. Carmel had never met a more romantic
fool than Lars, with the exception of Gideon, of course.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">True
to form, her Sir had insisted that she go to the wedding, even though he was
out of town on business.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
voice had brooked no argument.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You
</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">will</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> go, and you </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">will </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">enjoy yourself.
Wear that little red dress for me. You know what to wear with it, and think of
me. If you’re a good girl, you might even get a surprise. It is your birthday
weekend after all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">There
had been an odd twinkle in his amber eyes when he’d said that. She knew that
look. Gideon was up to something, and refusing to obey his instructions was not
something she could do. The heated approval in his expression, when he’d
watched her via Skype as she got dressed according to his instructions, had
meant she’d not needed any lube to insert the vibrating egg. Her internal
muscles clenched around it now, just remembering the sound of his husky voice.
His voice alone had the power to send shivers down her spine, and make her wet
in seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s
my girl. I want you to wear that all day. As you dance, and laugh, and flirt,
it will remind you who you belong to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As
though she was likely to forget. Carmel fingered her delicate day collar and
signaled to the barman to refill her glass. The egg shifted inside, and she gasped
as the unmistakable vibrations started. Only Gideon had the remote and he was
thousands of miles away in New York. Wasn’t he?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Carmel’s
gasp turned into a groan as the vibrations increased. She slapped her hands
flat on the surface of the bar, and tried to regulate her breathing, dimly
aware of Sean sliding in the stool next to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There
you are. If I was given to flights of paranoia, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
alcohol-laced breath blew in her face as the obnoxious man leaned in close and
laughed at his little joke. Carmel ground her teeth together and closed her
eyes, desperately trying to stay off the orgasm that blasted egg was fast
hurtling her toward. She would </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">not </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">come in front of Mr. Wandering
Hands—Sean. No doubt he’d think she’d come from his presence alone. Sure
enough, one of his beefy hands settled on her thigh and squeezed. The egg’s
vibrations increased again, and perspiration dotted her lips. Her hair stuck to
her damp neck, and moisture slid down her shoulder blades like the beads of
water collecting on her glass in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Say,
are you quite all right, Carmel. You look flushed. Not coming down with
something, are you?” Sean’s slightly slurred voice grated on her nerves, and
she breathed a sigh of relief when the vibrations inside her core stopped as
suddenly as they’d started. Still, she was so revved up that it wouldn’t take
much to push her over the edge. Carmel took hold of her glass and swigged the
contents down in one go. Welcome heat bathed her insides, and she pushed the
noxious little man away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Nothing
that getting away from you couldn’t help.” She tempered the harsh words with a
small smile, not wishing to cause a scene at Lars’s wedding, but really, this
Sean was too much. His hand on her thigh still inched higher, so close to the
crotch of her now-soaked panties, she was surprised he hadn’t noticed. The
thought that he would assume she was wet for him turned her stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Get
your fucking hands off of me, Sean.” She hissed the words through gritted
teeth. A hiss that turned into a groan, as the egg’s vibration kicked in again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Shit.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The thing had
to be faulty. This was just her damn luck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh,
come on, lady. You’ve given me the signal all evening, what with your little
red dress and come-fuck-me eyes, and now you’re holding out on me? Look around,
I’m the only non-puff here, so let’s have some fun.” He sneered at her and
inched closer again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
said nooo…ah…damn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her
rebuff turned into a long, drawn-out moan, as she tried to get off the stool
and the damn toy pressed against her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her. Hot,
hard, intense, and all the more shocking due to the fact that she hadn’t come
in three weeks. Gideon always placed her under a strict no-orgasm rule while he
was away on business. It made their reunions all the more explosive, but it was
damn inconvenient right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
screwed her eyes shut against the vision of herself in the mirrors behind the
bar as her orgasm tore through her, and she bit her lips and groaned to stop
her scream. Fingers curled in a white-knuckled grip around the bar counter’s
edge, her nostrils flared as she tried to get her breathing back under control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That
was beautiful, pet.” The deep, warm voice behind her wrapped itself around her
senses. Like molten chocolate, it dripped into her consciousness, and the
submissive inside bathed in the warm glow of approval. She didn’t recognize
this man’s voice, but it held the edge of command that only an experienced Dom
could bring to the table. His earthy, spicy scent enveloped her as he stepped
so close that the heat of his body scorched her back through the thin fabric of
her dress. Hot puffs of air ghosted across her neck as he whispered into her
ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Breathe,
pet, and sit down. Keep your eyes closed for me, or I’ll have to blindfold you
in front of your friends. I’m just going to deal with the rodent who seems to
have attached itself to you.” She could feel the smile in the butterfly kiss
this man delivered to the sensitive skin under her neck, and a shiver of need
went down her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Who
are you?” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Your
birthday present, sweet thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Carmel’s
heart gave several erratic bumps before it settled into a somewhat predictable,
if far too fast rhythm. What did he mean, he was her birthday present? Tears
gathered behind her closed eyelids and threatened to spill down her cheeks. The
temptation to open her eyes and see who Gideon had sent to her was almost
impossible to resist. Her brave, impossibly generous Sir, who held her heart
and her submission in his hands—always.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hey,
you oaf, get your hands off of her. She’s mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sean’s
whiny voice broke through her happy thoughts, and she shook her head in denial.
Strong, callused fingertips grazed her jaw, and ran a path of heated awareness
down her neck before they squeezed her shoulder in a silent command.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Really?
You do surprise me. From what I observed, this young lady has been trying to
avoid you all evening. Following her around like a dog in heat makes you a
stalker. Now, be a good boy and run along.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m
not a fuckin’…That is…You have no right…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sean’s
blustering seemed to have no effect, as her companion’s amused chuckle filled
the air. Movement to her right told her that he’d stepped away, and she held
her breath as the air seemed to thicken with the unmistakable odor of impending
violence. The fine hair on her arms rose as her other senses heightened to
compensate for her lack of vision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Get
yourself a coffee, and sober up, or leave. Those are your only options here. If
you need help I shall gladly facilitate your exit from the premises.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
voice deepened as he spoke, and Carmel’s stomach tightened in anticipation. The
clipped cadence of this man’s words signaled his annoyance loud and clear, and
she was glad she was sitting down. Her wobbly legs would not be able to support
her right now otherwise. She wouldn’t want to encounter that voice if they were
in a scene. Goose bumps broke out across her exposed arms at the mere thought
of encountering his displeasure. This man had an edge to him that reminded her
of how Gideon used to be, before…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Carmel
pushed those disturbing thoughts away. There was no point in dwelling on what
they used to have. They were happy as they were, and she loved Gideon with all
of her heart. Together they could withstand whatever life threw at them. She
knew that. Again her eyes filled with tears at her husband’s thoughtfulness to
arrange this—whatever this would turn out to—for her birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Over
the rapid beat of her heart, the sounds of a brief scuffle reached her, as
though Sean had been stupid enough to put up a struggle, and then her </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">present</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> was back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
feel the need to apologize for not interfering earlier, but your Master was
very specific in his requirements.” Heat engulfed her once more as the owner of
that voice leaned in, and Carmel straightened when he ran what felt like his
knuckles up her spine until his hand rested on her nape underneath her hair.
The grip, though loose, nonetheless spoke of his possession, and Carmel sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s
my girl. You just relax, count to ten, and then open your eyes. The newlywed
couple is leaving. Go and say your good-byes and then come and see me in my
room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
slipped a key card into her hand, and Carmel tightened her fingers around it
with a gasp, as he chose that moment to brush her mouth with his. The kiss was
as light as butterfly wings, yet she felt it all the way to her toes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There
is something else I have to tell you, as per the instructions I was given. This
is your choice. You either come to see me or not. There will be no repercussions
either way, but know this. I very much look forward to marking that pale skin
with my hands and teeth, and seeing you come apart for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
breath mingled with hers as he spoke, and Carmel’s breathing sped up at the
heated promise in those few words. They conjured up all sorts of delicious
scenarios in her head, and she clenched her thighs to ease the resultant ache
in her pussy. It had been so long since…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; tab-stops: right 337.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Are
we clear, pet?” he asked, and Carmel nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes,
Sir, crystal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good
girl, then count.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
air moved, taking his intoxicating scent with him, and Carmel dutifully counted
in her head, and opened her eyes. There was no sign of her rescuer from the
hands of Sean. Only the bartender, who looked at her with a slight smile on his
face, and Carmel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. Of course he would have
witnessed the whole thing. The sounds of Lars’s leaving song blasting through
the air galvanized her into action and she dashed off as fast as her sling-back
stilettos would let her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Time
to say good-bye to Lars and to make a decision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-4969593870952750722015-02-23T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-23T00:00:00.737+00:00Spotlight on Abigail's Acquiescence @TaraRoseAuthor #newrelease #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrandHappy Monday, folks. I have the awesome Tara Rose on my blog today with her new release, Abigail's Acquiescence<br />
This looks likes a fabulous new series!<br />
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<b>ABIGAIL’S ACQUIESCENCE ~<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Portraits of Submission 1<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Tara Rose<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>February 16, 2015<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/abigail's-acquiesence"><b>Siren-Bookstrand</b></a><b><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>MFM romance, fantasy,
capture, May-December, anal sex, double penetration, spanking, paddling,
flogging, bondage, consensual BDSM<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Word Count: 41512<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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When Abigail Dawson is compelled by forces she can’t
understand to buy an erotic painting in an antique store, she discovers it’s
actually a portal to an alternate universe. Once there, she’s forced to become
a sex slave to princes Jarrett and Colton, but quickly gives her heart to them
as well as her body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jarrett and Colton are descended from one of the true kings
of Ashdown. They belong to an elite group of princes who use the magick of the
erotic paintings discovered centuries ago to lure women into their world for
their unique sexual perversions. But as they take what is their birthright from
Abigail, each man loses his heart to her in the process.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When an ancient threat from Ashdown’s enemies turns out to
be within their castle walls, Jarrett and Colton become deadly pawns in a race
against politics and time to save the woman they love.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The
first strike on her pussy hurt like crazy, but when he then tapped it across
her breasts, she bit her lip as tears spilled over her lids. They exchanged a
quick glance, and then he brought it down across her pussy again. The next
strike on her breasts wasn’t as forceful as the first, and the last of his five
blows was across her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
thought they were going to turn her over again, but Jarrett took over once
more, and he gave her three strikes on her breasts and two on her pussy. He
also went easier on her breasts, but the pain was crazy now. She also was so
excited she was afraid she was going to climax again. Would they know if she
did when their fingers or dicks weren’t inside her? Was it worth the risk to
try?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">They
turned her over for the last five on her ass from Colton, and he didn’t spare
her at all. She yelled and tried to get away but she was restrained too tightly
and couldn’t move anything except her head. Tears ran down her face when he
finally finished, but they didn’t let her up. Instead she heard the stopper pop
out of a bottle, and then a warm, oily finger slid into her asshole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
moaned as he moved it in and out, relaxing as the pleasure enveloped her. He
withdrew it, and then two were inserted, gently stretching the walls. She
thought she knew what they were going to do, and she wanted it. It was only
right they should be the first men to fuck her in the ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">No one else but these two will ever fuck you
again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">That
thought clanged back and forth in her brain as the men took turns
finger-fucking her in the ass. It didn’t hurt, and she wondered if she was
simply used to it now, or if there was something in the oil that desensitized
her. Then again, it did feel pretty damn incredible, so that wasn’t it. She
giggled softly as she realized she was doing it again. She was analyzing every
damn thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Colton
crossed the room, and when he returned, one of them rubbed the same balm they’d
used on her the other night into the wounds the cane had made. She sighed as
the coolness spread over her skin. Then something large and covered in oil slid
into her pussy, and she groaned in pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">They
left it inside, and she wondered if it was a dildo. When she heard the sound of
condoms being put on, she was surprised. “You have those here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Of
course we do,” said Colton. “The potion protects against pregnancy, but some
kinds of sex are messy.” Colton teased her asshole with the head of his
sheathed dick. “I’ve used oil on it,” he said. “Try to keep breathing and
stayed relaxed. It will help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">His
voice sounded like he was barely hanging on, and Abigail was now even more
determined to make this pleasant for all of them. She closed her eyes and
forced her breathing to stay deep and even as he slipped his cock into her ass.
The fullness was very uncomfortable at first, especially with the dildo in her
pussy, but once she grew used to it, it was delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Oh,
Abigail…please tell me you’re okay. Do you like this? You’re so fucking tight
but it feels incredible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I love
it, Sire.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He
fucked her slowly, rubbing her ass cheeks and lower back as he did so. When he
pulled out, Jarrett slid his dick into her, and that was easier to take since
she was now used to it. “Oh we have to do this more often. Baby, you’re so
tight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Had he
just called her <i>baby</i>?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Jarrett
fucked her deep and slow, and each thrust massaged her clit because of the
dildo. She knew she was going to come again, and this time she didn’t even
care. She didn’t want to do or say anything that would make them stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">They
switched places again, and now Colton thrust a bit faster, and that did it.
Abigail couldn’t stop the climax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I knew
you’d come again.” He slapped her ass, but it was half-hearted. “You didn’t
even try to stop it, did you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Couldn’t,
Sire.” She could hardly talk right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“This is
incredible. Let’s give Jarrett another turn so he can feel your orgasm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Jarrett
took his turn again and caressed the sides of her breasts as he teased her
close to a third climax. “I think she’s close again. She’s going to do it. I
just know she is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">All she
could do was whimper, not even caring how many strikes with the cane it would
mean if she really did come again. Finally, he pulled out, and then they slid
the dildo out of her pussy. They removed their condoms, and then took off the
cuffs and spreader bar. Jarrett carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the
bed, while Colton deposited condoms and the oil on her nightstand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“One in
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Be
careful, Abigail. We’ll hold you to that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Happy Sunday, folks. I really was spoiled for choice today, as to what to tease from. Under His Boss released on Thursday, Carmel's Choice comes out on Tuesday and The Uniform Fetish Anthology on the 27th.<br />
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To set the scene, they are sitting in a motorway service station car park and the guy parked across from them has cottoned on to what they are doing. Gideon likes to be watched...and so does Carmel.<br />
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[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]<br />
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It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?<br />
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When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.<br />
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Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.<br />
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Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.<br />
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<b style="text-indent: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Susceptible to Him</span></i></b></div>
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A Risso Family Novella<o:p></o:p></div>
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Contemporary Romance<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: <a href="http://www.authorlynnburke.com/">Lynn Burke</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Publisher: <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/">Evernight Publishing</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?<o:p></o:p>
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He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen or stroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine. <o:p></o:p>
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I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.<i><o:p></o:p></i>
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<i>Damnation. I do not want this.</i> <o:p></o:p>
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His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank <i>God</i> I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.<i><o:p></o:p></i>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I love a girl who can kick ass and
stand up for herself. It has probably got to do something to do with trying
hard to make my own decisions and step out from everyone's expectations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A sassy heroine who is independent,
courageous and sexy grabs my attention every time. Misty is no different – she
is the one who rushes to the rescue, not once but twice. But then when you're a
shifter who catches an unusual scent in the air a moonlit night, you have to go
and find out where it leads. In Misty's case it leads to Sofya and the
chemistry between these two lead them to seek each other out for some
night-time action of the intimate kind!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Under
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Wolf shifter Misty never thought she would rescue a
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she has to act fast. An action she ought to regret when that girl turns out to
be Were shifter, and thus an enemy of her pack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"What's
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"This
is weird. I feel connected to you like I want…" Sofya lurched forward,
grabbed Misty's face, and kissed her with such fierce passion that Misty was
knocked back to the ground. Sofya's lips were locked against hers in a way that
spoke of possession. Misty was momentarily shocked into a frozen state. She was
not usually the submissive one when it came to sex. However, this time, she was
happy to go with the flow. Then her mind woke up and she gave her herself a
kick in the butt. <i>Get with the program</i>.
Misty pulled at Sofya's thin clothing to get her as naked as she was. Sofya
obliged by moving away so Misty could take her vest top off. Underneath were two
heavy breasts and curves galore that made Misty's mouth water. Dotted around
Sofya's body were fading bite marks. Misty gently kissed each one to take away
the hurt they had caused. Then she pulled Sofya forward to suck each erect
nipple and squeeze and massage those wonderful globes of flesh. Sofya moaned
every time Misty sucked her delicious nipples and those little sounds of
pleasure made Misty's pussy tingle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A low growl came from Misty, who immediately pushed down Sofya's joggers and
grabbed her rounded ass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"I
can't explain this. All I know is that I have to have you right now, right
here." Sofya's words caused Misty's pussy to throb with need. She couldn't
believe how she longed to taste Sofya's clit. Sofya was hot as hell and Misty
knew deep down she had wanted her badly, even when she was recovering in
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fingers through Sofya's hair, enjoying the feeling of being pinned down under
this luscious beauty. Sofya kissed down Misty's stomach to her pubic mound and
stroked the thin line of hair that went to Misty's pussy. Gradually Sofya moved
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Damn
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brain was set to explode as soon as Sofya sucked on her clit whilst two fingers
slid into her wetness. Colors danced before Misty's eyes as Sofya pushed in and
out of her. Sofya licked circles around Misty's clit, then covered her clit with
her hot, wet mouth and let her tongue have full reign. Misty was lost and she
wasn't bothered about being found ever again. Her body felt like it was on fire
and her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. When Sofya's teeth grazed
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<br /><br />About Mik:<br /><br />Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!<br /><br />She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.<br /><br /><br />Stalking Links:<div class="MsoNormal">
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turned round slowly, and his daughter’s face fell when she saw what he clutched
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can, Dad. You have to. Besides, she’ll always be with us in here.” She put her
hand over his heart, and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I'm so happy that you'll get to meet my boys today. Under his Boss started right here on this blog, and you can see the original Flashes <a href="http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/flash-fiction-friday-blimey-fff.html?spref=pi" target="_blank">here</a> and<a href="http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/tantalizingtuesdays-to-be-continued.html?spref=pi" target="_blank"> here.</a><br />
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James and George grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go until I told their story. I had great fun getting to know these two, so without further ado I give you Under his Boss.<br />
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Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His
hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns
James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers
entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">George MacKenzie
is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the
opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the
company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his
feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least
James does not seem disinterested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he
really does want forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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James has wanted his boss in like forever, but he's not going to give in that easily...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> “Are you going to answer me? Are you even into
men, or am I just some little experiment for you. An itch to scratch, before
you—“<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“No.”
That one growled word sliced through the air, and James took a step back at the
barely controlled fury in the other man’s ice blue gaze. Gone was the
professional detachment George always showed in the office and James swallowed
hard, when George yanked the tie he wore over his head and threw it on the desk
next to the card. He opened several buttons on his shirt, as though he found it
hard to breathe. The action exposed the strong column of his neck with his
prominent Adams apple, which bobbed wildly as he swallowed hard. George screwed
the card up in his fist, scowled at the crunched up paper in his hand, and
dropped it back on the desk as though it had burned his digits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Damn
it, have I ever given you the impression that I would treat you like that,
James?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">There
was a wealth of hidden emotion behind those few words, and James shook his head
when his boss’s azure gaze connected with his. Fury, hurt, uncertainty, and
some other much deeper emotion all chased each other in the depths of George’s
eyes, like storm clouds on a summer’s day. They stared at each other for
several tension filled moments, before James shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“No,
you haven’t. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around this sudden change
of attitude. You never once gave me any indication that you were even remotely
interested. I thought this was all completely one sided on my part, and…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">His
words trailed off when George smiled. The action lit up his handsome features,
and James realized with a start that that was the first, truly open smile he
had ever seen his boss give to anyone. This wasn’t just the obligatory quirk of
the lips, reserved for everyone. No, this was an open, see right to the bottom
of his soul smile that lit up his eyes. It chased away the brewing storm clouds
in his gaze until only brilliant blue remained. George had to clear his throat
several times before he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“So,
you <i>are</i> interested then?” At James’s curt nod, George flopped down into
the chair next to him, shut his eyes and blew out a huff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Thank
fuck for that. I was beginning to think I’d made a complete fool out of myself,
and completely misread you. I mean, it’s been a while since I did… well.” The
most endearing blush spread over George’s sculpted cheek bones, and he leant
forward in his chair, and rested his forearms on his thighs. The action only
emphasized the width of his shoulders, as the fine linen of his shirt pulled
tight across them and the rolled up sleeves shifted further up his strong arms.
George wasn’t just the pampered pencil pushing son of a successful business
man. His body spoke of the years he’d spent in the army, and he clearly still
kept himself in tip top condition, despite being firmly entrenched in civilian
life for the last year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“How
long has it been?” James asked, and George threw him a wry grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“A
few years. Last time I was on leave and hooked up with this guy I met in a bar.
I was drunk, and he hit on me, and… well, it was fun, let’s leave it at that.
It also made me realize that the best sex I ever had has been with guys, and
that I’ve been deluding myself to even entertain the notion of going straight,
despite the old man.” George paused and sighed, and James rounded the desk and
perched his butt on the edge of it. He reached out to touch the other man’s
shoulder, and a shudder went through George’s frame. James too, gasped at the
surge of connection that shot up his arm. He let his hand linger and stroked
his fingertips along his boss’s collar. Warm, soft skin greeted him, and he
trailed his hand higher, and giving into his earlier urge, ran his fingers
through George’s hair, and brushed them through the thick mop at the top.
George’s groan trembled through him and he brought his other hand up until he
could frame the man’s face. George placed his hands over James’s and they
simply locked gazes, drinking in the sight of each other, silently assessing,
searching for the answers they sought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was James’s turn to groan when George stroked his hands up James’s arms. He
traced the tat on his right biceps, and rolled his chair forward until his
knees touched James’s legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“How
far does this go?” George asked and the husky quality of his voice shot
straight to James’s balls. His cock hardened to the point of pain, and he
released his hold on George’s head, and hopped off the desk. It was put
distance between them or give into the instinct to fuck his boss right here and
now, and Nora would never forgive him, if they messed up his desk now. She was
exasperated with the organized chaos he surrounded himself with as it was.
Besides he had to work at this place come Monday morning, and there was no way
he would be able to concentrate for toffee, if he had actual memories of taking
his boss over his desk to contend with, rather than just wicked fantasies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Besides,
if it had been a while, then George deserved a gentle first fucking on a soft
bed and with no chance of them being interrupted by anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">His
cock jerked against its confines and James adjusted himself with a groan. He
would have permanent zipper marks on his dick at this rate, and no doubt the
wet spot on his boxer briefs would soon become visible on his jeans. Seeing
George adjust himself through his trousers made him grin despite the
discomfort. At least he wasn’t alone in his predicament.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Not
that that knowledge was helping one iota, and James desperately searched for a
safe topic of conversation in his head. George’s last question surfaced through
his lust filled brain and he blurted out the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Dragon,
it’s a dragon,” he said and George blinked in seeming confusion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“What is?” he asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“My
tat. It’s a dragon. Spreads across my shoulders and back, and into my neck, and
the tails wraps around my biceps.” He lifted his right arm to illustrate his
point, and understanding dawned in George’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“That
must have hurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shrugged his shoulders and grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Like
the fucking bitch, but it was worth it. I had it done when I came out. I
thought it was fitting. You know, slaying the dragon and all that junk."</span></div>
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Stay naughty, folks!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Happy
New Year, boss.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass
of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of
his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was
difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which
seemed to have taken up residence in his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Happy
New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on
the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Of
course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower.
You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">George
glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that
James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the
morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into
sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in
discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Fuck.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">James’s
amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his
skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Sadly
we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed
counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a
good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the
fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James.
The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out
of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup
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winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he
stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his
cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft
and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and
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that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing
reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually
relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush
he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream
of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray
cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure
open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood
with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It
covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over
James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass,
George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the
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cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as
James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower
enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he
reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s
butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering
in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his
path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled
wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from
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James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that
told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was
something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how
much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next
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opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the
company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his
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voice in her head—those compelling, deep, drip into her conscience like molten
chocolate, tones. She knew that voice, had always known it, and she could no
more ignore the pull, the connection she felt to the owner of that voice than
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-31831176097818037152015-02-16T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-16T00:00:00.467+00:00A Centaur's Solstice Wish #newrelease @SiobhanMuir #mm #fantasyHappy Monday, peeps. I've got the awesome Siobhan Muir on my blog today. She's going to tell us about her new release and why love is love :-)<br />
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Happy Monday…Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not your
favorite day, but it’s the Monday after Valentine’s Day, the day of love. I
know a lot of people call it a Hallmark Holiday, but it’s still a fun excuse to
get the ones we love a little something to remind them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Love is tricky business, as many well know, and
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But it can be even trickier when love happens between
people who appear different than the traditional norm. Add to that the military
and all sorts of difficulties crop up. Yay for the romance writer, not so much
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In our world, society teaches men they can’t show
emotions, or they don’t have emotions or feel anything. They have to be the
best soldier, player, defender, fighter, but not necessarily lover, family
member, friend or spouse. Those things aren’t valued in society for men. And
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That’s just our world. In my newest tale, <i>A Centaur’s Solstice Wish</i>, the centaurs
do value being the best soldier and the best protector out there, but their
views on love are a little less rigid. While Sedgewick doesn’t talk about his
attraction to Ronin with the other men, his reasons for keeping it to himself
are different than in our world. Ronin is his commanding officer as well as
being a gung-ho soldier, and Sedgewick just isn’t soldier material. No matter
what he tries to do to impress Ronin, he falls short of the mark.<o:p></o:p></div>
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qualities, and I don’t just mean his sexy chest, shoulders, and buckskin
hindquarters. Ronin likes Sedgewick’s deft touch when it comes to tending
injuries out in the field, and his efficient doctoring skills, but he too has
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wish - to find their heart’s desire. This is a sweet m/m romance, so if you’re
looking for an erotic tale, this isn’t it, but it’s about the connection,
realization, and satisfaction of love. Because love is love, no matter the
bodies we wear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It will take more than wishes to improve Sedgewick Icetrotter’s Solstice. After
being sent to the infirmary, again, for dislocating his shoulder while
stringing his bow, he figures he’s got a snowball’s chance in hell to impress the
centaur he loves. Until Corporal Ronin Creekjumper brings in two injured
centaurs suffering from unusual insect bites, and Sedgewick knows how to treat
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Ronin
can’t believe his good luck when Sedgewick saves his men. It also gives him a
chance to do more than light candles for his injured friend. Ronin takes the
chance and invites Sedgewick to spend the Solistice holiday together. Just the
two of them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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a pack of hungry dire wolves who’d like to put Sedgewick on the menu. Who says
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Ronin had never
been so glad to see his injured soldier in his life. Sedgewick Icetrotter
constituted one of the worst soldiers he'd ever trained, but he'd shown
determination and persistence despite his setbacks. When he'd dislocated his
left shoulder trying to string a bow, Ronin had seen the defeat in the younger
centaur's face along with the pain. Ronin's heart ached for him, but he'd kept
his words to himself. <i>No need to compound his shame.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Now Sedgewick
stepped forward, arm in a sling, with more confidence Ronin than had ever seen
him display, and some of his tension melted away. <i>By the Goddess, let him be
able to do this.</i> Ronin rarely prayed, but he wanted the best for Sedgewick.
The man had a gentleness and beauty Ronin had never seen in any other centaur,
and some part of him wanted to preserve that. <i>It would be ruined by fighting
and war.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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"What do
we do, Sedgewick?" Bethany fixed her green-brown gaze on the buckskin
stallion. "Do you know what caused the welts?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yes,
Master Bethany. They're called winter lace stars and they have a bad toxin that
shuts down the organs if there are enough of them." Sedgewick ran his
hands lightly over the welts on Navarro's arm and the man groaned. "We're
going to have to make an antidotal salve and smooth it over each of them."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Do you
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"Yes. My
granddam taught me." He grimaced and wouldn't meet Ronin's gaze. "The
problem is I can't make it with only one arm."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin gripped Sedgewick's shoulder. "I'll
help you. Just tell me what you need done and I can be your extra hands."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Both Bethany
and Sedgewick gaped at Ronin for a moment. Hellfire, he'd surprised himself
with the outburst, but he wouldn't go back on his offer. His men needed him and
he'd do anything he could. <i>And if you're really honest with yourself, you'd
admit you want to spend a little time with Sedgewick.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Bethany was the
first to recover. "Thank you, Corporal. That will be very helpful."
She nodded to the injured men. "First, I'll need you to get these men
stripped so we can see the extent of the damage."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin stuffed
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"Good.
Sedgewick, please show me what you need and let's get started."<o:p></o:p></div>
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While Ronin
helped the other soldiers to undress Navarro and Colver, he kept Sedgewick in
sight as the buckskin directed Bethany in a soft but sure voice. The men moaned
when they lifted their shirts and armor, and he cringed in sympathy. Great,
swollen welts spread across their backs from skull to tail, disfiguring them in
red sores.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Medicinal
scents accompanied the grind of a pestle against a mortar bowl, and Ronin
turned just as Bethany called for him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Can you
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"Yes, of
course, Master Healer."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin took the
pestle as the human woman gave him a friendly smile and he tried to smile back,
but Sedgewick's presence beside him made it difficult. <i>Oh, for the love of
Epona, I should be able to do one simple task. </i>He bent to it, putting his
strength and focus into the action of grinding the medicinal herbs. He almost
jumped when someone laid a hand on his forearm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Firmly,
but gently, Corporal. Marble isn't as good as the herbs for healing."
Sedgewick's voice held amusement as well as warmth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Heat blossomed
across Ronin's cheeks and chest. "Forgive me, Sedgewick. My concern is
with my men."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sedgewick lost
his smile and nodded, releasing Ronin. "Of course, Corporal. But if you
grind them too much, they lose potency." Sedgewick nodded to the mortar.
"I think they're ready. Bring them to the fire, please."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin regretted
his words immediately and cursed himself for a nervous fool, but dutifully
followed the buckskin soldier and swept the crushed herbs into a pot of boiling
water. Sedgewick nodded and stirred them with a soothing rhythm, his good arm
flexing in ways that set Ronin's heart galloping. <i>Sweet Goddess, what I'd
give to feel his arms around me.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin mentally
balked at the uncharacteristically tender thoughts and shook his head.
"Must you keep stirring?" The question came out harsh, but Sedgewick
smiled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yes. It's
necessary to boil them down to their essences." He shrugged. "Long
work, but worth the effort."<o:p></o:p></div>
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He stood beside
Sedgewick, watching him stir the pot of herbs in a companionable silence. His
motions added a level of comfort to Ronin's world, an unusual sensation, and
one he'd sorely missed. It reminded him of times spent with his dam while just
a wee colt, when she'd ruffled his hair and told him he'd someday find a mare
of his own to stable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ronin mentally
shook his head. Despite his mother's prediction, he'd never been interested in
mares or mating. His focus had been on the military life with his
brothers-in-arms. He'd striven to be the best soldier and leader to those who
depended on him. It had been all he needed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne,
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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
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-62177891302366344162015-02-15T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-15T00:00:00.563+00:00#SexySnippets from Under his Boss "I need to fuck you, boss." #mm @evernightpub #comingsoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Sunday, folks. Did you hear me squeal during the week, when I was given a release date for Under his Boss? Yep, my first M/M story is coming to Evernight Publishing February 19th, so, naturally I had to take my snippets from this story.<br />
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To set the scene, they had just sexy time in the shower, but James wants more...<br />
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George went to return the favor in washing James, he swatted his hands away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“If
you touch me now, this will all be over, and I want to come in your ass next.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">James
growled the words in between kisses up and down his face, and George’s stomach
hollowed out at the heated promise behind those words. “If you want me to that
is,” James added and pulled away. Chest heaving with the effort to draw air
into his lungs, George could only nod his assent, and James drew him into a hug
that he never wanted to end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I
know it’s been a while, so I’ll be gentle, but fuck me, I’ve been fantasizing
about taking you for months now. I need to fuck you, boss.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 32px;">~Love is a precious thing~</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 32px;">When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 32px;">George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">What’s the background to the story, Rescuing
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I was asked
to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my
character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was
informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre,
but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt
the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider
the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was
cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the
genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The story is
much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going
to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and
my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t
stop writing until they reached their HEA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I did a
little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club
Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on
dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the
original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">With
scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of
humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I hope
readers enjoy it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Cade’s
trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a
nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place
he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under
the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment,
they’re both running in opposite directions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Gorgeous
Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Lovely
Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The trouble
is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to
the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious
sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Blue eyes,
mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> She cast
her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw
line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit
pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. <i>Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting
for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on
him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him
to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release.
Wonder if he’s dom or sub?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight
into her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit
buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">He looked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders
slumped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor
held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms
occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their
pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching.
It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand
fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and
bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied
with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa heard his growl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table.
You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to
punish you again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her
tenderly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation
escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d
scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club
was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers.
Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst
simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It
suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of
the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To
Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never
came back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current
Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and
her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to
visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely
pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll
think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl
you are?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue
into her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face
a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the
corner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she
too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air
with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own
desires.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Elodie
Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often
with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always
steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural
countryside around her home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-21197459198430320862015-02-13T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-24T22:24:56.971+00:00Flash Fiction Friday - The Dance #FFFHappy Friday, folks. We've made it through another week! :-D<br />
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When I first saw the picture we were given for today, I had no idea it would take this turn, lol. Anyhow, enjoy, I hope.<br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-62462657853432779342015-02-12T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-12T00:00:00.768+00:00I kissed a Girl in Vegas #newrelease @ScarletChastain #mff @evernightpubHappy Thursday, folks. Have you ever kissed a girl?<br />
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I ask, and, no, you don't have to tell me, lol, because I have the lovely Scarlet Chastain on my blog today with her new release, which funnily enough is all about kissing a girl.<br />
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are the perfect backdrop for a romantic story. My last two books, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CMHGTK4"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Bella
Key</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> and </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EIE27ZK"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Little
Black Dress</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">, were set in
Key West and Paris. I loved using the uniqueness of the settings to drive the
story forward. For example, Maddie starts her journey to self-discovery at a cute
B&B on Bella Key owned by Sunny when she stops for directions. Giselle
teaches Jamie to speak French during visits to a sidewalk café in Paris in
Little Black Dress.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><span style="font-size: large;">Las Vegas is the
backdrop of the first book in my new series, I Kissed a Girl. It’s the perfect
setting for Tessa Walker to fulfill her secret fantasy. Want a peek? Here’s the
opening of I Kissed a Girl in Vegas…</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>My arrow doesn’t point straight like a stick
of uncooked spaghetti. Nope. It curves in beautiful shapes and colors, like
strokes of paint on an artist’s canvas. Let’s face it, you can’t always choose
what turns you on. I know because I’ve tried, damn it. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Take Nathan, for example. He was the
textbook perfect catch. Good job, great dresser, polite, and hey, he seemed to
like me a lot. My friends were already fighting over the maid of honor position
in our wedding because on the surface we were the perfect couple. And we
were…except in bed. It wasn’t as though I didn’t give it the old college try,
either. Shit, I deserved an Academy Award for the act I put on during sex with
Nathan. My moans, fingernail digs, passionate kisses, deep breaths and even a
few name screams, were as much for my own benefit as his. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You see, I wanted to love Nathan. I wanted
to love sex with Nathan. I wanted to meet my girlfriends for drinks and share
my own earth shattering orgasm stories. After all, I’ve heard more of their
stories than I care to remember. Sadly, the only breath-catching Os going on in
my apartment happened solo when my arrow was free to bend in a different
direction, to a fantasy I never dared to share. The fantasy where…well, why
don’t I start at the beginning…when I kissed a girl.</i><b><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Kissed a Girl in Vegas. There’s kissing in it. xoxo<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas Strip. Nursing a break-up, she
can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does she know, her pool cabana mate
is none other than famous chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, who introduces
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cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her restaurants, she insists on control in
the bedroom and her tastes run anything but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"><span style="font-size: large;">“Mark
has another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he
can show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow
words mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands
were small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my
shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of
the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark
moved to my side and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand
and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">“</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">You have a hard time letting go.
Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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glass of wine, hoping it’d provide much needed liquid courage. Mark grabbed my
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">“</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">You don’t need that to relax. Let
me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way through my body and stoked the
heat settling low in my belly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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chair suddenly moved out further and he stepped between my knees, facing me.
His gaze moved from me to above my head where Gianna stood. She continued her
ministrations on my tight muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze moved back to me.
His fingers rubbed the inside of my palm in unison with Gianna’s hands at my
shoulders. I’d never had two people touching me in this way before. Every cell
of my body stood at attention. Like the rhythm of a gentle ocean, their
hypnotic caresses washed away any lingering insecurity. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"><span style="font-size: large;">Waves
of pleasure coursed through my body in the secluded room smack in the middle of
one of the busiest hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been embarrassed by the
attention. I should’ve got up and walked away. Things like that don’t happen to
me. However, my ass might as well have been crazy-glued to the chair, because I
wasn’t moving. The tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as Mark let go of one
of my hands and his fingers brushed my thigh. He lowered his muscled body to
his knees as Gianna gathered my hair into a ponytail. Her fingers raked through
my scalp while Mark’s fingers drew imaginary lines from my knee to high on the
inside of my thigh and back again. I swallowed hard as my pulse quickened. I
was sure Gianna could see how fast my heart was beating when she pulled my hair
and coaxed my face upward to meet her stare. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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smiled down at me. “I want you to clear your mind and just enjoy the moment.
Can you do that for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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nodded and closed my eyes. A flash of pain gripped my scalp as Gianna tightened
her hold on my hair. My eyelids flew open and I met her crystal-blue gaze that
was the color of a Caribbean ocean. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">“</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">Be here with me, Tessa. Don’t
escape into yourself. I want your eyes on me, or Mark. Believe me, it will make
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nodded again and she loosened the grip she had on my hair. Mark’s tongue had
replaced his fingers and he left a warm, wet trail on the inside of my thigh.
He released my other hand and both of his hands were making their way up the
tops of my thighs and under my short skirt.
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at me, his eyes burned hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up a little,
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did as he asked and my lacy underwear was quickly swept from me, losing my
shoes in the process. His palms cupped my knees, nudging them farther apart. A
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Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author
of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories
written about women, for women.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the
beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her
newly acquired writing cave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Happy middle of the week, folks. It's that time again to tease you all, thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for organsing us all every week. If you're an author, then why not join us next week? You can sign up on <a href="http://sandrabunino.com/blog/" target="_blank">Sandra's blog.</a><br />
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I'm going to bring you an emotional scene today, taken from Carmel's Choice, which has just gone up for pre-order.<br />
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To set the scene, Carmel has sought refuge at her friend's house, after the fall out from the night she spent with Nash. She's having a hard time coming to terms with what this means for her relationship with her husband and Master. This is Carmel and Gideon finally talking....<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “When did you stop trusting me to make the
right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his words hit home
when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled squeak. Damn it,
he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face, but they
needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their
relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her reaction had
hurt that dynamic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
don’t…I mean I do…That’s not fair.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words, and he dropped his voice on purpose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“And
running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was fair, was it?
Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting us through
hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was fair?
Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose Nash, yet
you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I thought you knew
me better than that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger, denial,
sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been sad for a
very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon bit back a
curse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
longer she sat without saying anything, the more wretched he felt inside, and
he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in his ears as
his world seemed to crumple around him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m
sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly before she
slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across her face,
hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next words. “I
didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and…Please forgive me, Sir. I
would never do anything to hurt us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gideon
reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair, and tugged her head up until
she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the love that
shone out of her sea-green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul, and his chest
tightened with the sheer force of his relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us, though I
realize I could have handled it better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Confusion
crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of anger in her
eyes before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes and pulled a
deep breath into her lungs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Thank
you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We were fine
the way we were. Now…now everything has changed. I don’t know what you want
from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant words, and
Gideon tightened his hold on her hair until her breathing sped up and she
whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Not for the first time Gideon mentally cursed
his useless appendages—all of them, for that matter. At least if his fucking
dick worked, then…Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She swayed
slightly but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather than felt
her wrapping her arms around his legs and resting her head on his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees,
nuzzling into his groin. Invariably his cock would leap into action, and she’d
suck him off, or they would have hot, no-holds-barred sex where they couldn’t
keep their hands off each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep breaths in and
out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Sir,
Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on, why you did
this now, please?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gideon
opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly patted his
lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart feel
lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end. She ran her
hands up and down his arms and round his back, dropping kisses along his skin,
until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips smashed
together in a desperate need to reconnect, and he could taste the salt of her
tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent-up emotion and frustration into
the kiss, he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in much
needed oxygen into his lungs before he fucked her mouth with his tongue, like
he wished he could do it for real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Carmel
squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little whimpers.
The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for him was
almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The last thing
he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already, so he
forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial, and tried to
move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back by her hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> A shudder went through her, and when she
opened her eyes, her passion-filled gaze stole his breath. With her rosy skin
flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard little points
that begged for his attention, his mouth watered and his skin itched with the
need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic, primal way
known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
shook his head and groaned, and Carmel straightened and, taking his head
between her trembling hands, rested her forehead against his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s
okay. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“But
it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does, Carmel, or you
would never let Nash near you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 21.3333339691162px;">When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 21.3333339691162px;">Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career, and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 21.3333339691162px;">Carmel’s choice may well change everything…</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Eleanor
knew she shouldn’t be back here, but there was only so much aimless chit chat
she could stand. This was why she avoided parties at all cost—small talk. She
never knew what to say, where to put her hands, who to talk to for that matter.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Besides,
no one would miss her. They never did. Mousy little Eleanor, the office gopher.
She glared at her reflection in the mirror, and then stuck her tongue out at
herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">An
amused chuckle behind her made her spin round, and her screech of surprise died
in her throat when the stranger held his finger up and frowned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Shhh,
little one, you’ll spoil my surprise.” His heavily accented voice washed over
her, and sent shivers down her spine. Dressed all in black this man made an
imposing figure, one she ought to be frightened of. She hadn’t seen him in the
mirror, so where had he come from?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“So
many questions. I do like an inquisitive mind. Listen…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
smiled, and her world tilted when she saw his fangs. From far away she heard
the screams of terror, and he held out his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“They’ll
feast well tonight, but <i>you</i> are mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-34201683926656687922015-02-09T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-09T00:00:01.754+00:00Kidnapped by a Warrior #newrelease @RavennaTate #scifi @evernightpubIt's Monday, folks, and I'm really excited about today's guest. Ravenna Tate is here to tell you about her new series and brand new release Kidnapped by a Warrior.<br />
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I read this book over the weekend, and let me tell you, I LOVED it. If you love hunky Aliens, then do yourself a favour and grab a copy. You won't regret it.<br />
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<b>MF romance, Sci-fi,
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Life on Earth ended as Callie O’Doyle knew it six months
earlier when aliens invaded much of the planet, including the quiet harbor town
where she lives. As she walks home late one night from work, she comes face to
face with an alien in a spacecraft who injects something into her arm. When she
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Although Jakara is physically appealing and doesn’t mistreat
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Callie’s entire body trembled.
She could hardly be called experienced in bed, but she wasn’t a virgin. What
harm could this do? She couldn’t deny her attraction to him. But what would
happen afterward? Would he go back on his word and send her to the other men to
be used as a sex toy?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jakara moved closer still, and
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her arousal until she could hardly stand still. Every fiber of her being ached
to touch him. When he cupped her face with two strong hands, she couldn’t stop
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Okay.” She couldn’t even process
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control his raging lust. He picked her up as if she weighed no more than a
feather, and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. As he shed his clothing,
she sat up and stared at him with her mouth open. He looked human in every way,
but the muscles and tats covering his body were nothing she’d ever seen. He was
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I picked a hot seven for you today ... This is Carmel with her husband, Gideon.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">They fight to protect those who
would never welcome them into the human world...</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Petúr always knew he and his
brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he
never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human
woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ever since she was a child, Wyndi
dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really
believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the
lost boys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman
to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be
strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to
a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Where are we
going?” Wyndi asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“My room.” Five
rapid heartbeats later, they were inside his bedroom with Petúr kicking the
door closed behind them. “I need to know something,” he said in his honey
tones. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Wyndi glanced up
at him from under her lashes, and shivered. He was staring at her with eyes
glinting gold. The braid he wore in his hair dangled down the right side of his
cheek, tickling her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“This.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Petúr bent his
head, slanted his mouth over hers, tongue tasting the line of her lips until
she parted them on an intake of breath. When their flesh met, she closed her
eyes. Fireworks exploded inside her head, the luminous sparks floating, then
falling, falling, and transitioning into a force crashing down over her—a title
wave of longing. She moaned, tasting the summer sky, morning dew, the sweetness
of rainbows, sultry nights, and rain storms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Mind whirling,
her body shifting, she was lying on her back, fingers tangled into the nape of
Petúr’s satiny hair, the other hand pressed against the steely strength of his
shirt-covered chest. Every part of her became aware of him on some sort of
molecular level. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what she experienced
when he tucked himself between her thighs and groaned. Heat slammed into her
core. Her stomach quivered. Her panties dampened. An inferno. Yes, surely it
must be an inferno which lapped at her skin while their tongues tangled into
infinity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Petúr was lost in an ocean of sensation, wave
after wave, pulling him under. The connection to this woman beneath him was
undeniable. Everything about Wyndi filled him up until there was nothing but
her. Her taste. Her touch. Her scent. His chest expanded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Damn,
her scent</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">. She tasted better than the cotton candy fragrance
that wafted from her skin. <i>Skin. Oh, yes,
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Wyndi.” He
breathed, saddened to break the kiss, reaching over his shoulder, yanking the
material of his shirt, lifting up with the other hand, and pulling the garment
from over his head. “I must feel your flesh against mine.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her tongue
darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe
those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen
and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his
pants. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Okay,” she said
in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He reached for
the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting
until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood
raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all
over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm
sheath he knew was awaiting him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Take
her.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">
Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take
his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. <i>His woman?</i> Yes. Yes she was his, or
would be. <i>Slow your roll. You don’t want
to scare her. </i>He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of
control beast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Leaning down, he
kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the
apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a
wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in
one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone,
only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being
bunched around her neck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sometimes the most romantic times can be found right here at home. A candle lit dinner, a romcom fest on the telly, a surprise visit to the theatre. The list is endless, really. I would go as far as to say, my hubby turning up with a take away, and a big tub of ice cream at the end of a long trying day with the kids, is the most romantic thing ever. When the babies were little, it was his willingness to lie with a newborn on his chest, so that I could have that much needed soak in the bath.<br />
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It's the little things that can be the most romantic and mean the most.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gideon
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Don’t
worry, dove. You’ll like it. Nash might enjoy it less, but I’ll get a kick out
of torturing him for a bit.” He added the last for Nash’s benefit, and the
other man looked all set up to make some sort of rude gesture. The arrival of
the coffee stopped him. He smirked as the waitress made a big show of setting
the bill in front of him, and passed it to Gideon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You’re
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passed the woman his credit card without looking at the bill, and she scurried
off again. Carmel still looked adorably worried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
say we forget the coffees. There’s a nice little coffee place on the way, we
can stop at and have some.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Excellent
plan. Let’s get out of this place. Stuck-up folks give me the creeps.” He
adjusted his tie and winked at Carmel, who was clearly itching to ask what was
going on, but the return of the waitress stopped her again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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threw a twenty-pound note on the table with a curt, “For your troubles,” and
then they made it out of there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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visibly relaxed when they were back out in the open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Phew,”
she said. “You do realize we’ll never be able to go back there, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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laughed and pulled her in for a kiss that seemed to go on forever. By the time
he finally let her go, Carmel’s expression was adorably flushed and she had
gone a little cross eyed. Gideon put his hand out to steady her as she wobbled,
and Nash smirked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Damn
heels,” she muttered and smiled at Gideon. “I hope you’re not expecting me to
walk far in them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Not
at all, sweet dove. The place is only a couple of minutes away, but we’ve got
time to kill, so let’s do some window shopping.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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scrunched up her face in disgust, and Nash laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What
is this? A woman who doesn’t like to shop? Does such a rare specimen exist?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stuck her tongue out at him, and then screeched and scampered out of his way
when he swatted her ass once. The playfulness of their interaction continued as
they made slow progress. By the time they finally reached the Lyceum Theatre,
they still had an hour before the performance started, but they needed to
collect the tickets anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Seeing
Carmel’s face drop in delight when she noticed where they were had definitively
been worth all the subterfuge. She lit up like a Christmas tree when she
realized they were actually going in, and Nash rolled his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Great.
I suppose I shall be prepared to suffer through this,” he said in mock
annoyance, and Carmel gaped up at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How
can you not like </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman Italic","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Lion King</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">?
It’s, like, my favorite Disney movie, ever. I can’t believe you actually got us
tickets.” She turned to beam down at Gideon, and he took hold of her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It
was one of your birthday presents. The original one involved a look backstage,
but I couldn’t rearrange that at such short notice, but we do have the best
seats in the house.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ooooh,
that is so…Thank you.” Carmel literally hopped in excitement like a small
child, and Gideon exchanged an indulgent look with Nash over her head. Perhaps
their plan to torture her some more would have to wait. She was far too excited
about this, and he wouldn’t spoil it for her in a million years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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enough, by the time they were seated and the curtain went up, Carmel was
utterly enthralled in the performance and Nash was just as enthralled watching
her reactions. Gideon vacillated between watching the stage and their girl,
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show finished to a standing ovation, and Carmel kept them entertained by her
off-key-singing rendition of all the songs in the musical. By the end of their
taxi ride home Nash was holding his ears, and the minute the taxi driver had
pulled away he put his hand over Carmel’s mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Okay,
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-10802994549184774712015-02-06T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-24T22:26:40.640+00:00Flash Fiction Friday - All In A Day's Work #FFFHappy Friday, folks. Today's picture had me a little stumped at first, and then I had some fun with it. Enjoy, I hope :-)<br />
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you’d think they could spring for a shower that doesn’t run cold for these
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move up a bit, left, move your arm. Come on girl, look alluring. You’re having
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249325962424901468.post-62354893993124248972015-02-05T00:00:00.000+00:002015-02-05T00:00:06.602+00:00Spotlight on: Winners by Allyson Young #newrelease #mfm #western @evernightpubThis week is flying by and today I have the lovely Allyson Young on my blog with a look at her new release. Enjoy, folks.<br />
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<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Are Ashton and Craig still schooling Sinclair in their ménage or is she teaching them a thing or two? After those years apart, are Candy and Reece still as in love as ever? Winners tells all.<br /><br /><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br /><br /><br />“What’s that … mark on your butt cheek?” Sinclair’s tone of voice indicated that she knew, and was both intrigued and shocked.<br /><br />Candy swiveled her head to one side and arched her back to stick out her ass, but despite how voluptuous her bottom was, she couldn’t really see the impression she knew her best friend was referring to, the one she’d admired herself in the bathroom mirror earlier that day. She took pride in the marks Reece gave her, and didn’t much care if people judged her for it. Not that it was something she’d overtly share. She had waited a long time to connect with her Sheriff again. Once again she blessed Reece’s determination to reconnect, despite her equally determined efforts to dissuade him. Not that she’d have imagined handcuffs being involved!<br /><br /> Still, her other cheeks suffused with color, if the heat rising up her neck was any indication. How was it that she was embarrassed? After all her sexual shenanigans over the past years, many of which she’d shared in detail with Sinclair, why was she suddenly diffident about talking now? And why was the other woman intrigued? Maybe it was because her best friend had finally roped and tied those two men Sin had been in love with forever. <br /><br /><br /><b>Buy Link:</b> <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/winners-by-allyson-young/">http://www.evernightpublishing.com/winners-by-allyson-young/</a><br /><br /><br /><b>About Allyson</b><br /><br /><br />Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.<br /><br />Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.allysonyoung.com/">WEBSITE</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1