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Wednesday, 3 July 2013

It's here! The Orgasm Project! #releaseday @evernightpub #shiftermenage #ROTG

It's here, it's here!



*does the release day shimmy*

I loved writing this story. It was one of those that basically wrote itself, and it all started with these three words...

Not even once

That was the prompt on Siobhan Muir's #ThursThreads Challenge, a weekly Flash challenge that I  like to participate in when I can. Just like that my heroine popped into my head, followed by Carter and Jake.

You can read the original Flash HERE. It's in the comments. Incidentally, if you haven't come across Siobhan's challenge, then do check it out. Happens every Thursday :-)

Carter and Jake kept niggling at me, until I simply had to sit down and write their story, and here we are, on release day.

*squeals again*

Blurb:



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

Excerpt:

"What if I don't want to go home with you?"
She opened her eyes to find Jake smiling down at her. Carter's gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in stunned fascination.
"What are you?" The question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned at her stupidity.
"You know what we are." Jake said, his hot breath a whisper's breadth away from her neck as he sniffed her again. "Look into yourself and tell me that you don't feel this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your sweet scent. You're wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and that's not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you, have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months ago."
"You can't be serious."                                                              
Anastasia shook her head and pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She put up no resistance to Jake's questing digits trailing up her inner thigh. Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria's insistence, his hand inched ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.
If she thought he smelled good, then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin, and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.
He added another finger and then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue's thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent demands of her body.  Her hands fisted in his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.
The car lurched round a corner and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her body backwards. Carter's strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.
"My turn to taste her, brother." The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake's kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter's head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.
Unlike the weak orgasms she had managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake's hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.
Jake finally broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.
"All ours," the men grumbled in unison.

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I do hope readers will enjoy my naughty boys as much as I enjoyed writing them, and to celebrate the release of The Orgasm Project, I'm giving away two $5.00 Amazon Gift vouchers. All you have to do to win is tell me what Carter and Jake shift into.

I'll pick a winner on Sunday. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address, so that I can contact you!

Good luck and happy reading!

Monday, 17 June 2013

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

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

Take it away, Morgan :-)

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

*blushes*

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


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

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



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





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

If you’d like to know about me, follow me, or say hi I can be found:
www.authormorganking.wordpress.com
Twitter:  Morgan King @EroticWritings 



Friday, 3 May 2013

Release Day! #characterinterview and #contest for The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin @evernightpub


It's here, it's here!!



*jumps around like a demented loon*

I'm beyond excited that The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin is out in the big wide world now, and to celebrate that fact, I have decided to send my good friend Raven McAllan into the Billionaire's lair a.k.a. Lakota's Hampshire country house.
Here's what she found….

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Now, this is the life. When Doris said I had to go and interview Lakota … well, how could I say no? I'm curious to see if he really is as much of a hunk as I imagine him to be, and I can't wait to meet Alice in person. 
Ever the gentleman Lakota has sent his limo, and let me tell you, the driver isn't bad to look at either. I won't need my kindle for this journey that's for sure. I'll just drool. I wonder what his story might be, not that I will find it out on this trip, because he has just been giving me polite, monosyllabic answers since he picked me up from Heathrow. Sheesh he winked. He winked at me. I best stop drinking the fizz on board here, but it's just so yummy. 
Oh, we're slowing down … here are the gates, and that long, long drive. The gravel crunches under my feet, as I exit the limo.
"Thank you, driver." I murmur the words, taking in the forbidding mansion rising up in front of me. It wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie with its grey imposing brick work, but it also reeks of understated elegance and extreme wealth. Surrounded by cultured gardens, and sculpted trees, it's so quiet here, the birdsong seems too loud.
"My pleasure. Enjoy your stay ma'am." Lakota's driver pulls my attention back to him and his smile makes my toes curl. Oh, yes, definitely a story there and I make a mental note to ask Doris about it. "Percy will show you the swimming pool."
Sure enough. Percy Nevin, a small wiry looking man with a kind face, and the head of Lakota's legal team, descends the hundreds of steps leading down from the mansion and extends his hand to me. I tell you with those steps you won't need a gym…
"I hope you had a pleasant trip here, Raven. Mr. and Mrs. Kemnay are waiting for you." 
I shake his hand and follow his rapidly departing back up the stairs and into the cool interior of the mansion. He glances back just once to make sure I am still following him, and I get just a glimpse of marble flooring, a huge curved stairway, and walls adorned by original Artwork, before I have to hurry after him. I'm sure I spotted a Picasso, and it wasn't a print!
Determined to not let my surroundings distract me, I follow Percy out into the courtyard and smile to myself when I see the fountain. It was right here that Alice and Lakota first meet, and it does look as though you have been transported to Italy.
We exit the courtyard through a door on the opposite side, and we're in a charming airy room, that seems to act as some sort of library. Damned if I wouldn't like time to check out the titles. You can learn a lot about people from their books.
Percy stops at the next door, and gestures me through.
"Right through there. What refreshment can I have brought to you?"
I forget to answer, because I have just spotted Lakota getting out of the swimming pool. His jet black hair hangs loose around his proud face. The angular lines and high cheekbones speak of his heritage as clearly as the natural tan of his skin and the intricate tribal tattoo tracing one of his biceps. And what a pair of biceps they are. I am staring openmouthed at six foot something solid muscle, and the tight swimming shorts he wears leave nothing to the imagination. Alice is one lucky woman, I tell you.
At Percy's amused chuckle behind me I remember to shut my mouth and hope to hell I'm not drooling.
Lakota's dark eyed gaze connects with mine and I forget to breathe altogether. Oh my, no wonder Alice fell hook, line and sinker. The man is gorgeous and oozes power and self-assured confidence with that bad boy aura that makes me wish I was at least twenty years younger.
Belatedly I remember Percy's question, and I tear my eyes away from the poetry in motion that is Lakota's behind as he turns round to whisper something into Alice's ear.
"Err, I'm fine, thank you."
Percy gives a little bow and smiles.
"As you wish. They're ready for you now."
Sure enough Lakota has sat down on one of the sun loungers, next to a smiling Alice, and they are both looking towards me. Somehow I get my feet to move, and I will the heat in my cheeks to subside. But sun loungers remind of that scene I 'redited' when they're on their honeymoon and … err … yes … you'll have to read the book, folks, but Lakota is inventive. I need a fan.
"So nice of you two to meet me. I know how busy you are, Lakota."
He smiles and inclines his head and grasps hold of Alice's hand.
"Never too busy for a friend of Doris," she says. "So, ask away. I take it you've come armed with questions?"
I nod and launch myself straight into them. No point in hanging about after all.
"Alice, I know I'm going for the jugular here, but were you surprised that someone was prepared to pay for your virginity? Didn't it freak you out? And did you have your mace spray with you?"
Alice laughs and Lakota glowers at me. I smile sweetly at him, even though my insides are knocking together.
"Well Lakota, you told me to be blunt, so I am."
"Lakota, stop glaring at the poor woman. I don't mind answering her question." Alice intervenes and I give her a grateful smile. I can see what Lakota sees in her. She radiates an inner strength and natural poise that no amount of money or artifice could ever emulate. Still, the devil sitting on my shoulder urges me to add. "So maybe you should ponder on this. Why in today's world should someone have to do so such a thing?"
Lakota growls, yes really he does. Doris's editor is forever telling her off for her growling heroes, but he really does growl, and it is the sexiest sound ever. Alice's smile has turned thoughtful and I notice Lakota's grip on her hand increases, as though he is sending her some sort of silent signal. I bite my lip. Goodness, I have so much respect for the two of them and it sounds as if I'm dissing them. I'm not. I really want to know.
"Well, yes and yes. I didn't have any mace spray though." Alice replies after a long enough pause for me to get uncomfortable. "I figured it would be pretty useless. After all I came here of my own free will. As to why," she smiles at me and there is a shimmer of tears in her eyes that makes me feel like a complete heel. "It was my last ditch attempt to find the money for Beth's cancer treatment. We'd run up a mountain of debt since she was diagnosed, and the treatment she needed was not available on the NHS."
Shit, now I feel like something on the bottom of my shoe. I'm going to blame Doris, she told me to ask what I really want to know.
Lakota says something under his breath in his mother tongue that sounds suspiciously like a string of swear words, and Alice leans across and kisses him. It's a mere brush of lips on the scar marring one side of his jaw but it's enough to make me feel like a voyeur. The chemistry between them sizzles, and I guess I can see why she didn't need that mace spray.
"Beth is your niece, right?"
"Beth is an adorable little girl, who needed help. I was only too glad to use my money for such a worth wile cause." Lakota answers before Alice can. "Even if Alice had backed out of our agreement I still would have paid for her niece's treatment." 
"And I wouldn't have let you, you know that, Lakota." 
He mumbles something about stubborn women under his breath, and Alice giggles. His mood lightens and he too smiles.
"However, it wasn’t my idea, this auction. My friend Sara signed me up and she even photo shopped my picture to make me look far more alluring, shall we say—"
"And my brother fell for it." Lakota interrupts again and I roll my eyes. "Still, if he hadn't acquired Alice for me, I never would have met the love of my life."
Okay, I'll forgive him for interrupting constantly. He's so well ott with her it's great.
"I needed a wife, you see, and I guess Zeb thought this would force my hand. He was always spending my money. At least this time round he spent it wisely. I took one look at Alice and I knew I wanted her."
The tone in which he says that sends shivers down my spine.
"As you can see, Raven, Lakota is a hard man to resist, and to be honest, once I saw him, I didn't try very hard to resist." Alice winks at me and I have to hide my grin. Oh yeah, I know exactly what she means.
"And once I got to know the real Lakota, well, I could never leave him after that."
I melt a little inside.
"Okay, let me say I love your story, and am so happy for you all. Right let's get on. Alice when did you realize what sort of wedding you were having, and what did you think?"
Alice sits up straighter and claps her hands.
"Oh, I had no idea, and I'm not giving the game away, but it was such a lovely surprise, and it meant the world to me. I was so glad that Lakota chose to incorporate his traditions in our ceremony."
Lakota shrugs his shoulders and I could swear there is faint blush staining his high cheekbones.
"Did you understand the significance of it?" I had to ask Alice that, it was something I really wanted to know.
"Oh, yes I did. I studied Native American history at Uni, before I had to drop out to support the family financially after daddy's heart attack, so I knew exactly what it meant. It gave me such hope for our marriage, and it meant so much to me that Lakota would do that."
I glance at Lakota and I have to ask. "Lakota why was it important to you?"
"I was reminded before the wedding that I should be proud of my heritage, and I knew it's what my mother would have wanted. I'd pretty much made up my mind that I was going to hang onto Alice, arrangement be damned, and this was my roundabout way of showing her. I wanted to make her happy." Awww. I want one like him.
He frames Alice's face in his hands and kisses her, just like that, and yeah I melt a little again. I have to clear my throat several times before they realize that I am still here.
"Alice, what three things do you think you need in a partner? Is it the same things that are needed in a marriage?"
Alice ponders this for a minute.
"Honesty, loyalty, and love. And yes I think they are needed in a marriage. I knew Lakota was honest and loyal, but I didn't know if he would ever love me, and I couldn’t have stayed with him otherwise, no matter how much I loved him. It caused quite a bit of trouble in our marriage, because I simply couldn't believe that he would truly want me."
It's Lakota's turn to roll his eyes, and Alice shrugs.
"We were both rather silly about admitting our feelings to each other."
"But we got there in the end." Lakota says and Alice nods.
"Lakota what three things surprised you most about Alice?"
He gives as self-depreciating smile.
"Only three? Alice has surprised me at every turn. She just didn't fit with any of my pre-conceived ideas about women. She still never does what I expect her to do. It's one of the things I love most about her. She is my little Alice."
Alice thumps him, and he laughs.
"And yeah, she hates it when I call her that."
"Right, so I have to ask... was it hard to let Doris know about all those intimate moments?" Lakota bursts out laughing at this, and Alice turns bright red, as I go on. "How do you show her how to show us?" Hell, I reckon I'm the same color as Alice.
"I simply told her what to write." He smirks at me. "She had some interesting dreams, let's leave it at that."
The B never told me that.
"Now I'm going to be sneaky… What would you do better if you could?"
He surprises me by growing thoughtful.
"I would have told Alice how much I love her long before I finally did. If you mean the sex," he chuckles, "you'll have to ask my wife. I don't think she has any complaints."
"So Alice, how about you give us your views on those questions...?"
She turns an even more interesting shade of beetroot and shakes her head.
"Oh, no. I want to be able to sit down tomorrow." The mischievous twinkle in her eyes tells me that the thought of any punishment doesn't worry her unduly. I decide to take pity on her and change tactics.
"Now a few quick fire questions. Feel free to both answer." I smile at Lakota. "Well, I don't expect you to name your favorite color of lipstick, unless you mean on Alice."
He grins back at me and they both answer in unison.
"Don't wear any."
"Jeans or chinos?"
"Both, though I prefer Alice in nothing." Lakota grins again and Alice rolls her eyes.
"White or red wine?"
"We both prefer champagne," Alice answers this time.
"Sun or snow?" I ask.
"Oh, sun, our honeymoon was just perfect." Alice gets that faraway look in her eyes and Lakota grins.
"Ebook or paperback... NO don't answer that in case you upset me and Doris...."
They both laugh.
"Sex on the balcony or sex on the bed."
Alice looks at Lakota and he gives her the most sinful smile I have ever seen on a man.
"Sex anywhere with Alice just blows my mind."
I get the impression it's time for me to make myself scarce.
"Okay, one last question before Lakota throws me out. What's next?"
"Now, we can’t possibly tell you that. It would give the book away, and Doris would kill us, and besides Alice has a sister, who may need her story telling yet."
So there you have it, my interview with Alice and Lakota. I shan't bore you with the details of how I got back home to Scotland, but you know that driver ….
And no I'm not telling but he has a most interesting way of… 

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Hmmm, I will have to try and wriggle the full story out of Raven. Denying cuddles with her grandson should so the trick.
*evil grin*
Let me know in the comments what you think I should do, to get Raven to talk, and you could win an e-book of your choice from my back list and the chance to name my next hero and heroine.
Be inventive ;-)
I leave you all with the blurb and the excerpt to drool over.


Blurb:
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, rimming, anal sex, wax play, erotic asphyxiation

Excerpt:                                            
He'd bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?
"Lakota?" Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.
"I'm here, my sweet. Relax."                         
She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.
"Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"
She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
"I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."
He'd gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.
She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.
By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."
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Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.
Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.
"I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife."
"Do we have to take it off?"
He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.
"I don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will react."
Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
"I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."


*bounces some more*











Thursday, 2 May 2013

Follow @RavenMcAllan to The Island Of Dreams #contest #newrelease

I have the lovely Raven back on my blog today, one of several appearances this month. I think the name prolific and Raven are synonymous really. She keeps telling me she's slowing down...

Heh, yeah, and Scotland will have a Summer long heat wave!

*grins and hides behind budda*

Take it away, oh lovely grandma of my youngest ;-)

*ducks the flying shoe*

*****


I have to thank (or blame) my crit group UCW for Impulse. It all stemmed for a set of stories we wrote ages ago. Doris already has her idea published as Awakening, but I dithered. I knew my story was too busy, too bity, and to complicated. It needed to change, and not really be the story I'd written. But the idea of an Island where dreams and fantasies may come true kept niggling at me.
When Leona, my lovely Ed asked if I had anything fantasy wise, or paranormal wise for her, the idea, like Topsy, just grew and grew. No longer the original story, but now set on an Island in the Indian Ocean. With a lovely ordinary ( her words not mine)  older heroine—Mia—who had a sister who decides Mia needed to get out of her rut and act on impulse.
Once Mia gets to the island the fun—and not so fun—starts.
I so enjoyed writing this. It was different because for a start I had a sort of plot. I say sort of because once I began to write, as usual all my ideas where knocked on the head by my characters.
Of course Mia was going to do her own thing, whatever I said, whether I liked it or not, and that I tell you was touch and go for a while. Especially when Dylan decided to go all macho on her, and she got on her high horse. Well wouldn't you? She's a woman with a mind of her own and not afraid to use it.



Blurb:
Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?
Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.
However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?
You'll need to read the book to find out, and to help you I'm giving away a copy to one commenter, who answers… What would your fantasy be?
And to help you decide if you'd like to win the book, here's an excerpt…
"So? Would you like to join me? Hold on." She started to panic as he began to unbutton his shirt. "What about dinner? And what are you going to wear?"
"For dinner? Up to you. For now? Nothing. Oh, and while I remember. Dinner? On hold 'til you ask for it." His hand went to the next button, and he lifted his brow in silent query. In the subtle light, Mia only just noticed, but nodded anyway. His shirt was unfastened, and he threw it onto the lounger to rest on top of her bikini bottoms. Well, now she knew how he'd had confirmation of her nudity. Her bikini top was still fluttering away like a flag at a rally.
"Okay." She did her best to ignore the rumba in her tummy and the butterflies dancing on her clit. Mia couldn't take her eyes off him as his hands moved lower.
'Oh god, now his jeans. I wonder if he's going commando? And then what?'
"That, love, is your call."
For fuck's sake, zip it. This 'think it and spew it' is so embarrassing. Unable to look away, but feeling a terrible voyeur, Mia watched as he slowly peeled his jeans down his legs. Her suspicions, or was it hopes, were right.
Yup. Commando. What a body. Oh sheesh what a . . . .
Dylan smiled. "Thank you," he said gravely. "Do you want me to stand here a bit longer or shall I get in the pool?"
"What? Oh hell, I've done it again, haven't I?" She could have sworn she hadn't spoken aloud.
"'Fraid so."
"Just get in." She laughed, a rich, deep, sexy laugh that surprised herself as much as it seemed to him. His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "But do it slowly," she added.
Dylan let himself slide into the water slowly, as requested. He winked. Damn, as if he doesn't look as if he's enjoying himself.
He swam across to stand in front of Mia. He didn't touch, he just looked, and she thought—hoped—admired.
"You," he said slowly as he touched her cheek, "Are my fantasy come to life. I want to touch you, explore you. All over. And over and over again. To feel those wonderful breasts pressed against my chest. To discover the taste of them, the feel of them in my mouth. To have your legs wrapped around me, to feel your body rubbing against mine, to make me even harder than I am now. To push myself into you, to feel myself filling you, and exploding in you. To hear you cry as you climax around me. And then to make you feel all those things again and again, with my hands, my mouth, my body—and oh shit, give me a minute here."
She rather thought he struggled for composure.
"Thank god for the calming effects of water."
Mia let out her breath. Noisily. "I'll second that." 'And for someone who doesn't work here, you sure know how to turn me on. Thank goodness I didn't say that aloud.'
His lips twitched.
"What?"
"Nothing, just give me a minute. Then we'll talk."

                       http://www.amazon.com/Impulse-Isola-dei-Sogni-ebook/dp/B00CLTRTF2/ 
                       
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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…


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Tuesday, 9 April 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays Birthday Teasers - Surprise

Happy Tuesday, folks! It's time to tease, and we are doing something different today. Tantalizing Tuesdays is one this week, so we are celebrating! All of us are giving a little something away, so do make sure you visit all of my fellow teasers for a chance to win some goodies.

I am giving away an E-book of your choice from my available books. Just leave me a comment and let me know what you thought of my special birthday tease.

Enjoy!


(Source: Facebook - original source unknown)

She arched backwards in bliss, completely consumed by him, as he pushed her over the edge again. Impaled, filled, and held close by the man she loved, she screamed her release, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The scent of the candles, the warm water lapping around them, and the steam filling the room all served to make this moment even more intimate.
When she'd come home from a long day at work she'd followed the trail of rose petals to the newly installed bathroom. He'd been holed up in there for days now, never letting her peek at what he was creating. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight of the elaborate bath, illuminated by a hundred candles. He'd stepped out from behind the door, and had drawn her back against his naked torso. His heavy hands had settled on her shoulders, massaging the day's strains away, and she'd melted at the sound of his gravelly voice in her ear.
"Strip for me, my pet."
She'd complied with trembling hands, the heated approval in his amber eyes, stoking her never far away desire for her master to fever pitch. This was the best birthday present yet.




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Til next week, Folks!

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