Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop #winGCs #giveaway

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here's a little tease:

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not so fast, Goldilocks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another little excerpt:

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

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

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag."

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Stay naughty folks and happy hopping.

D xxx

Goldie And Her Bears #erotic #menage #nominee #giveaway

Are you having a great weekend so far? I am!

 *big grin*

See this shiny button?

I'm just a tad excited at this nomination.

Goldie And Her Bears was one of those stories that came out of nowhere, and took over. I wrote the first draft of this story over one weekend, where my hubby had to remind me to eat, because I simply could not stop writing. It was my first menage and only my second foray into f/f.

So, this little hot tale will always hold a special little place in my heart. If you haven't met Goldie yet, then here's a little tease for you.

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of delicious fun.

When Goldie Lockwood receives an explicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit in lust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do — obey. After all she is dying to find out what goes on behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.

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

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

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Here is one HOT excerpt....

Goldie was on fire. It consumed her from the inside out. She was pinned, unable to move, a heavy, warm weight on top of her. Her eyes flew open in panic only to discover she was blindfolded and bound. Arms restrained high above her head, legs spread at an indecent angle, she'd lost the protection of the towel she'd fallen asleep in. Panicked, she yanked at her restraints but it was useless. The weight lifted, leaving her feeling strangely bereft, and Jason's deeply seductive voice stilled her movements.

"Don't! You'll hurt yourself. I wish you could see how hot you look tied to my bed like this." His hand settled on her thigh as he spoke, and she involuntarily arched into his touch. She could hear the smile in his next words. "So responsive, my sweet Goldilocks, so beautiful…"

He lifted her hips and slid a cushion under her ass. The movement made the butt plug slip a little, and Goldie moaned when Jason's warm hand settled over it.

He kissed the quivering skin on her lower tummy and swirled his tongue round her belly button as he slowly removed the plug. Goldie winced at the slight pain, and Jason clicked his tongue in response.

"You're not meant to fall asleep with one this size, baby, though I sure as fuck appreciate the sentiment."

The unexpected endearment delivered in his hushed, almost reverent tones settled straight in her silly heart. He was pleased with her, and she basked in that knowledge as she listened to the sounds of him moving away. She heard water running and moments later, the bed dipped, and she moaned again when he placed a hot washcloth on her anus. The warmth soothed away the last of the sting, and she relaxed.

That is until she felt the featherlight touch of something curling around her breasts. She gasped at the sensation when Jason swirled the strands around her nipples. He chuckled in response to them hardening, and Goldie sucked in her tummy when he trailed the touches lower along her abdomen and into her already drenched folds.

"You're so wet already, baby, my flogger is soaked in your cream. Taste yourself for me."

The strings of wet material touched Goldie's lips, and her hips bucked when Jason pushed two fingers into her core and massaged her G-spot mercilessly. Goldie moaned long and hard, and the leather strings invaded her mouth. Jason's growled whisper in her ear urged her to comply, and she sucked the wet strands, tasting herself mixed in with the leather.

"That's it, and remember no coming until I tell you. Your orgasms belong to me." His possessiveness ramped her arousal up another notch. He finger-fucked her with merciless precision and she could feel herself climbing already. God, she was so close. Her head thrashed on the bed, and she bit into the strands in her mouth with a long, drawn-out groan. He removed his fingers and the flogger and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and thorough. One hand pinched her nipple, the sweet pain soothed by another hot mouth, as the bed dipped, and Goldie froze for an instant.

"I told you I'd be back to fuck that sweet ass." Jacob's words were muffled as he continued his assault on her breasts. Jason's kiss turned passionate and helpless to resist; she retaliated by wrapping her tongue round his. He groaned, and his cock nudged her naked thigh. He broke the kiss, sliding his full lips across her jaw to her ears.

"Give us a safe word, now, Goldie before we take this further. I need to know I haven't read this all wrong." He bit her ear, and she moved her head into his touch with another moan. She hardly recognized the needy sounds coming out of her mouth as she tried to reply.

"What—no—I mean—no. Don't stop." The air felt cool on her heated flesh as both men withdrew immediately, and Goldie panicked. They couldn't leave her like this. She was going to go up in flames if they didn't finish what they started. "Please—Jason."

She flinched as the flogger hit her thigh and corrected herself immediately. "Please—Sir—don't stop."

Another light swat with the flogger hit her on the other leg. Like a swarm of little bee stings, the sensation spread, and she squirmed when her clit contracted in response, and more of her juices ran down her leg.

"Fuck, Jase, I need to taste her." Jacob's voice had dropped an octave, and Goldie's stomach dropped right with it.

The bed dipped by her head, and Jason cupped her chin and removed her blindfold. She blinked in the sudden light and couldn't help the groan once her eyes adjusted. Both men were naked, and the muted lighting hid nothing of their glorious physique. At the hungry way Jacob looked at her exposed pussy, more wetness seeped out of her, and he groaned, cupping his huge erection and stroking his long shaft. The drop of precum on his thick tip glistened, and he pumped faster, his gaze not once leaving her pussy.

"Safe word, now, Goldie, or I swear I untie you and take you home right now, leaving us all aching." Jason commanded from his position at the top of the bed. Goldie turned her head to look at him. The move brought her mouth right next to the glistening tip of his erection, and she licked the drop of moisture away. His very essence exploded on her tongue, his cock jerked upward.

"Jesus, Goldie, safe word." He framed her head with his hands, and the tenderness she saw warring with lust and ruthless determination in his once again golden eyes blew her away.

"Teddy."

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If you've read my Goldie I would appreciate your  votes. Just click on the nominee button. And if you haven't read it yet, then why ever not?

*cheeky grin*

I'm giving one lucky commenter a chance to win a PDF download. Just leave me a comment with your e-mail address. I'll pick a winner on Monday.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

D xx

Talking About Pie with Lee Brazil

I have the incredibly talented Lee Brazil on my blog today and just the title of his blog post makes me hungry, lol. I'm rather fond of pie myself. Read on what my guest blogger has to say on the subject.

Take it away, Lee :-)


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Good morning everyone! I'm Lee Brazil, author of mm romance with Breathless Press, The Story Orgy and Silver Publishing. Most of my work is contemporary, but I have at times ventured into the realms of paranormal and historical fiction. *sips coffee* Help yourself to some coffee...and pastry, if you don't mind sweets in the am. What? No, its not  pie, it's cherry cheese Danish. Oh, that. That delicious aroma is lunch baking in the oven. It's a Martha Stewart recipe for chicken pocket pies. *sips coffee again*  It is amazing, isn't it?

I'm all into savory and hand held pies lately. I stumbled on this recipe as part of my research for It's Simple, Simon. One of the main characters in It's Simple, Simon is a baker, and his shops sell not only sweet, dessert pies but also meaty main course pies. Of course, this led me back to the origins of pie, and I found out some very interesting things while I was searching for pie information and pie recipes. *sips coffee* *nibbles cookie* Have one? Let me turn down the David Bowie music and I'll tell you a few of the more interesting things I learned about pie.

1. Pie originated in 9500BC.
2. The Greeks, whom we have to thank for so many wonderful things, also are credited with developing the flour/water paste that became modern pie crust.
3. The Romans did not eat the crust of the pie, but threw it away.
4. In medieval Europe, a pie crust was inches thick and inedible. The crust was merely the "pan" to cook the filling.
5. The first use of the word pie in reference to food is referenced by the OED in 1303.

Who knew? There's been pie longer than I would have ever guessed, and in all those years, just about everything has been baked into a pie, form meet, seafood, and poultry to fruits, vegetables and eggs. I used that jumping off point there to allow my pie man to specialize in both savory and sweet pies. Last week I shared a pie filling recipe that works great in the freezer, this week I'll let you have the chicken pocket pie recipe. According to my notes, its based on a Martha Stewart recipe, but I'm pretty sure I don't have an actual link.

Savory Chicken Pies

Ingredients

• 1 cup of diced or shredded chicken
• 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
• 1/2 cup chopped onion
• 1/3 cup chopped celery (1 large stalk)
• 1/3 cup chopped carrot (1 carrot)
• 1/2 teaspoon salt (you can season chicken with your favorite spices)
• 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
• 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
• Pastry Dough
• 1 large egg, for egg wash

1. To make the filling, melt the butter in a medium-sized hot skillet and add the onion, celery, and carrot. Saute over medium heat for 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in the salt and flour and cook for 1 minute more. Add the chicken broth and stir until thickened, about 2 minutes. Stir in chicken and Parmesan cheese. Cool in the fridge.
2. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Butter or line a baking sheet.
3. To form the pocket pies, work with half of a disk of dough at a time, rolling it out on a floured surface. Using an overturned bowl (about 5 inches across), cut out circles about 3 at a time from each piece of dough. After cutting out all your circles, gather all dough scraps, reroll, and cut out a final time. Place 1/4 cup filling on one side of a dough circle. Wet the edges of the dough with the water. Fold the dough over to form a half circle. Pinch the edge of the dough together. Crimp the edge with a fork. Repeat the process until all the filling is used. The pocket pies can be frozen at this point.
4. Place the pocket pies on the prepared baking sheet and chill for a few minutes. Prick each pie on top twice with a fork. When ready to bake, beat the egg with 1 tablespoon water. Brush the egg wash over each pocket pie. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until golden brown. Let rest for 5 minutes before serving. The pies can be cooled and frozen to reheat in the microwave.

Oh, and here's a glimpse of my contemporary take on the Nursery Rhyme, Simple, Simon, in which we meet a very talented baker who specializes in ...what else but pie?

It's Simple, Simon

By Lee Brazil

M/M contemporary romance

Breathless Press's Naughty Nursery Rhymes

Simon Carter has achieved unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set fire to his ambition.

"It's Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."

Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge doesn't seem quite so attractive.

Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.

When the old attraction flares between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and neither counts the pennies.

Excerpt

He sniffed the golden pies. Mmm. Chase had always been talented in the kitchen. The aroma was intoxicating. Delicious. As he ate, savoring the flaky crust and rich fillings, he contemplated the man who'd treated him to the pies. Chase was one hot baker. He'd always been sexy, but there was no way that hunk of beef could fit into his old Renaissance garb. Chase had put on muscle. His shoulders had broadened, his biceps bulged, and mmm.... The rest was hidden behind that voluminous apron, but Simon doubted that it had changed much.

Best of all, Chase still seemed to find him attractive. That was just icing on the cake. The sugar on the pie? He chuckled softly. Whatever it was, he liked it. Liked the idea that Chase might still be interested in him sexually. As he licked the sugary filling off his fingers, he contemplated abandoning his plan. After all, Chase hadn't meant to hurt him years ago, and he'd certainly seemed welcoming enough, even though to all appearances Simon hadn't changed over the years. Yeah, there really wasn't any reason to prove to Chase how successful and ambitious he really was. He should just come clean.

On the other hand, he felt like enough of an idiot for hiding his success in the first place. He bit into the next pie, feeling the juice trickle down his chin. He licked at it, chewing and swallowing, scrabbling absently for a napkin to wipe his chin. It would be horribly embarrassing to go back to that booth and offer to pay for the pies, to tell Chase why he hadn't wanted to pay in the first place.

"Here, I'll get that for you." Chase grabbed his napkin. To his surprise, Chase drooped down onto the grass next to him. Instead of dabbing his chin with the white paper napkin, the man leaned forward, his breath a warm buttery scented breeze as he hovered close for a moment before gently licking the juice off Simon's skin.

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