Mid Week Tease: Sneak Peek at @EvernightPub’s UNIFORM FETISH ANTHO

Happy Wednesday, teasers! Today’s tease is from my short story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology, available Friday! This is one of my favorite scenes…

The nagging alarm in his head signaling danger was buzzing too loudly for Maddox to dismiss. Jaz’s small hand snaked around his back, and she hooked her thumb around his pants’ belt loop as they walked toward her hotel. “Just like old times. Remember we talked about living around here? I was going to paint and you were going to play guitar in a band.”

Maddox snorted. “Drums. I wanted to be a drummer.”

“Right. That was it. And we were going to have one of those ultra cool lofts like those.” She stopped short and pointed at the iron loft building across the street with floor to ceiling windows. “And we’d smoke pot and make love all day and I’d go to your gigs at night. Remember?”

Maddox’s gaze followed the direction of her finger. It seemed like a lifetime ago when they’d stood on the same street planning their life together. “That was our plan,” he said, brushing his fingertips along the small of her back. “Let’s go. You have an article to submit. The hotel’s right around the corner.”

Jaz stood still, her gaze stayed fixed on the building across the street. “I don’t want this night to end. Don’t let me go. Please,” she said quietly.

Fuck. He pulled her into his chest. Stroking her hair, his fingers caught the ends of her curls, pulling down. He guided her face so her gaze met his. “I never wanted to let you go, Jaz.” His lips grazed hers, gently at first, until her whimper filled his mouth and fueled the fire burning low in his belly. His tongue swept over her lips coaxing entrance into her sweet mouth. Jaz’s sexy moan filled his mouth as she opened for him. Allowing him in. His hand slid through her open jacket and rested on her waist. A strip of exposed skin from between her sweater and skirt warmed his palm, and he rubbed the pad of his finger over her heated flesh. 

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Mid Week Tease: It’s Getting Hot in Here with Lynn Burke and Susceptible to Him

Happy Wednesday, teasers! I’m on my way to San Antonio for Wild Wicked Weekend today so I’m turning the tease over to Lynn Burke and her new release, Susceptible to Him…

Thanks, Sandra! Ever have a friend create a profile on a dating site for you—without your knowledge?

Lia Risso did, and her friend set up a date for her on the worst possible day of the year. Valentine’s Day. The day, two years earlier, Lia found her long-time love and fiancé in bed with three whores.

While Lia’s friend insists it’s time to move on, she fears becoming susceptible to a man again. A little nudging, and Lia decides dinner with a complete stranger might help her get over the nightly tears. But, refusing to shave her hairy-ass legs ensures she won’t let him in her pants.

Or will it?

Susceptible to Him

A Risso Family Novella

Contemporary Romance

By: Lynn Burke

Blurb:

Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.

Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.

One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.

They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.

Excerpt:

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?

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.

I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.

Damnation. I do not want this.

He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.

“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.

Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”

“And for you, sir?”

Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.

My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.

When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth.  “So.”

His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.

Holy shit.

 Susceptible to Him is available here:

Amazon / Evernight Publishing / AllRomance eBooks

About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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It’s In His Kiss Contest

“If you want to know if he loves you so it’s in his kiss!”

Happy Valentine’s Day! I entered a fun little contest called “It’s In His Kiss” where authors are challenged to post a kiss scene. My kiss of choice is Hunter and Michelle’s first in Colors of Us. I love this scene because it’s the culmination of sexual tension that has sparked and sizzled between these two since they first crossed paths….

His hands came to rest on her forearms, halting her movement. The pads of his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin near the inside of her elbow, causing a delicious shiver up her arm. Michelle’s eyes met his. The fire brewing in his darkened gaze drew her in. Hunter stepped between her legs, nudging her back against the wall next to the mural. She closed her eyes and choked back a groan. Raising her arms above her, he pinned them against the wall on either side of her head. His scent flooded her senses as she lifted her chin to close the gap between them.

“I’m trying like hell not to kiss you.” Hunter straightened his back but didn’t loosen his grip on her arms.

Her skin prickled from the nearness of his body, and she let her gaze drift to his lips. “Why?” she whispered.

He blew a slow breath between his teeth. “Nothing good would come of it. I’m not capable of giving or feeling… or offering much to you right now.” He shook his head but didn’t move from her body.

“I don’t believe that.” Michelle wriggled her arms from his grasp. Her fingertips lingered on his corded forearms, which flexed under her touch. Easing a trail toward his shoulders, her fingers reminded her of a paintbrush’s first dab of color on a fresh canvas. She’d always believed each canvas had a personality of its own, and it was the symphony of the brush, artist, and canvas that created the work of art. She wanted to explore the blank canvas of Hunter McAvery.

She studied his arms, still caging her in. Protecting her. Wanting her. Her eyes met his gaze. He stared at her, unmoving, but a spark burned in his eyes. She held her breath, afraid to break his trance. Her palms smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest, stopping at the center of his ribs. Pushing into the muscles of his chest, she felt the strong beat of his heart on her fingers. “Kiss me, Hunter.” Raising her lashes, she dared to look him in the eyes, almost afraid of what she’d see.

“You don’t understand. You’re too… good.” He averted his gaze.

“Maybe you should let me decide what’s good for me.” She moved closer, his breath burned hot on her face, and he squeezed his eyes closed.

“Michelle….”

Her hands traveled up his chest and rested on the bulk of his strong shoulders. Pulling him in, her breasts molded into his chest and, finally, he crashed his lips down on hers. She met every stroke of his tongue as her fingers raked through the ends of his hair. Moaning into his mouth, she straddled his muscular thigh as warmth flooded her sex. She’d never felt more alive.

His hand grazed her cheek before taking her chin between his thumb and index finger and pulling away from their kiss. He tipped his forehead to hers, his raspy breath hot on her mouth. “Shit.”

Michelle widened her eyes. “What?” she whispered.

“You. Me. This can’t happen. Not now. Not like this.”

Colors of Us is available here:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / B&N / ARe / Bookstrand / Smashwords

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There’s a #New Naughty Fairy Tale in the ‘Hood: Unbearable by Wren Michaels

Happy Friday!

I love discovering new authors and books, don’t you? You’re in luck because today’s guest is a brand new author you’ll want to get to know. Wren Michaels makes her debut today with UNBEARABLE, book one of The SnowRose series, from Evernight Publishing. I had the absolute pleasure of meeting Wren in New Orleans last year during the RT Booklovers Convention. Wren is one of those special people who lights up a room with her great humor and charisma. She pours that same fantastic wit into her writing and I can’t wait to read UNBEARABLE.

Welcome, Wren! Tell us about your new release…

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 did writing it.

Unbearable by Wren Michaels

Blurb~

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 in the hands of a mysterious stranger.
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 under another. 

Excerpt~

“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.

“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.

“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.”

“It’ll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.

The green in her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”

“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.”

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.

“And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.

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.”

Her eyes widen as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”

“Perhaps I came upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.

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.

“How much do you know?” She leans in, forgetting she’s naked as her protective covering falls away from her breasts. 

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.

“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.

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.

“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.

“Hestor?” I repeat, as it’s the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.

“Are you not familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.

“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.

“Like what you see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It’s yours if you lead me to him.”

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.”

“Am I repulsive to you?” her voice notches up an octave.

“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.

“What do you want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me with intent.

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?”

“Your towel seems to have come lose,” she whispers.

My brow quirks. “How would you know?” I think she’s trying to distract me, but I won’t fall for her games. “Your eyes haven’t left mine.”

“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.

 Buy links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon 

About the Author~

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 to crave.

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Mid Week Tease: Tasting the fruit #MWTease #WIP #Pirates

Happy Wednesday, teasers! Today’s tease is from the pirate story I’m polishing before sending it off to walk the plank. In this scene, John Siege has just discovered his estranged brother, Rafael, is the Quartermaster of the ship he recently boarded. The Siege brothers may loathe each other but they have one thing in common: Captain Ursula Waite.

 

Anger seared through John’s veins as he reached his brother in a few long strides. Raf might have been the eldest of the Siege brothers, but John was tallest even if it was by only an inch or so. “There wasn’t much to understand, big brother. You tried to cut me out of what was rightfully mine. Did you think me to be so daft to let you do it?” He asked, glaring at Raf.

“Gentleman. Save the brawl for a tavern on the mainland,” Ursula said as she curled her fingers around John’s arm and pulled him away from his brother.

John laughed. “Gentleman? I’d hardly call us gentleman, Captain. A pirate is a pirate. To be respected but never to be trusted.”

“I take it that’s where you made your mistake. You trusted a pirate,” Ursula said searching John’s eyes.

“That I did.” John nodded. “If you have no further questions, I’d like to retire to my berth. The sun will rise before we know it and the bilge pumps and piss buckets won’t clean themselves.”

“I’ll have Crow escort him back to the galley,” Raf said.

Ursula’s grasp tightened as John pulled away. “I’d like to speak to your brother. Please see to my bath in my cabin, Raf.”

John glanced at Raf. His gaze settled on a vein in his forehead that bulged when he was angry. That vein popped like his ship’s sails in a vicious storm.

“Urs—“

“Go, Raf. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Raf’s hand tightened to a fist before he stomped to the door, closing it behind him with a slam.

“He doesn’t seem to happy to see me,” John joked.

Ursula loosened her grip. Her fingers lingered over his arm before trailing over his abdomen and she moved to a porthole window. “And why do you think that is?”

John shrugged. “There are a few of them, actually.” John followed her and leaned against the wall next to Ursula. “First, Raf and I have an ongoing feud as you’ve just witnessed, our last meeting did not end with a brotherly hug. Second, I’m sure it chafes his ass that I made captain before him, even if it was short lived. And there’s a third reason,” John said.

“Which is?”

John moved in close. Her curls brushed along his lips. “He can’t stand the idea that I’ve tasted the succulent fruit of Ursula Waite.”

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Discovering Skeletons with #MoonBound by @MichaelaRhua

Let’s give a warm welcome to Michaela Rhua and her ladies from newly released, Moon Bound! Michaela stopped by to talk about discovering skeletons. Take it away, Mik…

Discovering skeletons…

Not all families are perfect. Well mine isn’t. We all have things we prefer to keep hidden. But what happens when a loved one discovers something you would rather have kept hidden and in the past? Do you come clean and admit it all? Or do you dig yourself deeper into that hole you are in?

Sofya’s father has been hiding something. So when his daughter finds out it shatters her image and respect for the man she has always looked up to. So what does he do? He tells all, explains what happens and hopes beyond hope that she and other will forgive him. What happens? Well the truth does set him free so no family break ups here!

Moon Bound by Michaela Rhua

Moon Maidens, 2

Blurb:

Under the glare of the full moon, friends and foes alike meet their destiny…

Wolf shifter Misty never thought she would rescue a damsel in distress, but when she stumbles across a bloodied girl on her run, 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.

Feelings cannot be denied, however, and when she meets Sofya again, the girls give into their attraction for each other.

The path to true love is never smooth and tensions rise further when Sofya’s father is implicated in a shifter death.

Will this news tear the two lovers apart, and turn them into foes or can the moon bind them together to work out the truth?

Warning: Lesbian Sex, Sex Toys, Violence

Excerpt:

“You’re stalling, so it must mean it’s time for me to leave.” Sofya spun on the spot, and Misty swiftly caught her arm.

“Let’s take a seat.” Misty pointed to the sofa and Sofya nodded her agreement.

“Raya’s father was killed when she was young, and it’s all messed up.” Misty took a sip. “He had land and somehow the local Were community were involved.”

“My father had nothing to do with that…how could you think such a thing?” Sofya put the cup down and made to get up. Misty reached across and grabbed her arm.

“I know, I know he didn’t. It was all before his time. But if the land was taken without proper permission then Raya has a right to claim it.”

“Wait, are you talking about the land that Wylan wants? He keeps bugging my dad to sign it over to him.”

“You know about all this?” Misty sat up, alert to every detail.

“Sure, I know there’s something going on with some land issue, and I heard Wylan and dad talking about how the Vamps were warning us or something…wait.” Sofya paused, looking into her cup.

“What?”

“Wylan was talking about the night I was attacked and how the Vamps were sending a warning. I didn’t get it at the time.”

“Hold on, that makes sense. Raya and Amari have worked out that somehow the Shifters blamed the Witches who had some involvement in a curse on the Weres. It looks like the Vamps have been using both communities for their own reasons.”

“Oh boy, not the stupid legend of how a powerful witch cursed the Weres who are now bound to the moon? Come on people.” She rolled her eyes. “Sheesh.”

“Each community holds on to their own beliefs and legends. For some it’s what holds people together, since you know a common enemy. You and I are supposed to be enemies, but when you get rid of all that bad history we are two people who love each other.”

“What? You love me? Seriously, like proper love?” Sofya’s eyes widened.

Misty suddenly realized what she had said. There was no going back now.

“Y…Yes I do. I’ve never felt like this with anyone.” Misty looked down at her hands, too scared to look up and stare Sofya in the face. She was worried at what she’d see. Rejection was not something she wanted to feel ever again.

“I love you too.”

The words she longed to hear came as a whisper. Misty looked up and saw tears shining in the eyes of the woman she loved.

“Really?” Misty couldn’t believe it. No-one had ever said that back to her.

“Yes, really. Misty, I don’t sleep with anyone. I know it’s early days for us, but being with you I feel we can build this into something great…if you want?”

Misty felt tightness in her throat, before the tears that were edging to the surface could spill, and she felt Sofya’s hand stroking her cheek.  She took a deep breath and knew what must be done.

“We need to sort out what’s happening with Raya and her land. That could mean involving your dad and digging into the truth.”

Sofya sighed. “Yep I know. We have to start with my dad.”

“Look, I don’t want anything to come between you and your dad. So let me handle it, okay?”

“No, I can’t let you do that. Besides, I know where dad keeps all the important paperwork so we should start there and then talk to dad.”

Buy links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / ARe

Also available: Moon Dance (Moon Maidens, 1)

About Mik:

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!

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.

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#TopTen things you will find in Rise of the Lost Prince by London Saint James @LSJRomance

I’m thrilled to host author London Saint James on this special day! Rise of the Lost Boys, the first book in London’s Lost Boys series, releases today. Woo-hoo! Want to know what you’ll find in this cool take on a loved fairytale? London gives you her Top Ten things you will find in Rise of the Lost Prince…

  1. Sexy alpha males
  2. Baddass warriors
  3. Evil Darklings
  4. Battles and blood
  5. Some steamy kissing (among other things)
  6. Sassy women
  7. A pair of shimmering wings
  8. An abandoned seaside amusement park called Neverland
  9. Adventure
  10. And, yes. I’m going to mention this again. Sexy alpha males!

Rise of the Lost Prince by London Saint James

Lost Boys, 1

Blurb:

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world…

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.

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.

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?

Buy Links:

Evernight PublishingAmazon / ARe

About the author:

London wrote her first short story in the second grade. Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned. Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither.

At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story. To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song. Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while. She needed to do the “sensible thing.”

The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor. She took on the world of written word and has never looked back. 

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Mid Week Tease: Vegas Fantasies w/ @ScarletChastain #MWTease

Happy Wednesday, teasers!

Scarlet Chastain is back with another sexy snippet of I KISSED A GIRL IN VEGAS which hits virtual bookshelves tomorrow! Read on for more from Gianna and Tessa…

My heart beat faster as I followed her into the elevator. Her stare washed over me from the opposite side of the elevator. “What’s on your mind?”

I chuckled. “I’m thinking about how far removed I am from my everyday life.”

“Vegas has a way of allowing you to let go and live your fantasies, but there’s no reason you can’t live your life the way you want to at any time. You don’t need to be in Vegas for that.”

The elevator dinged and the door opened to a dim hallway. My feet sank into plush carpet as I followed Gianna’s footsteps. “This is me,” she said and pointed to one of the two doors on the floor. She slipped the access key in the slot and opened the door to the largest hotel room I’ve ever had the pleasure of entering. It reminded me of one of those photo spreads you find in some upscale magazines at the doctor’s office. I almost expected George Clooney to be lounging on one of the leather sofas facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. Flashing lights beckoned me from the glass. Mesmerized, I stepped past the sitting area to get a better look at the million dollar view. “You can see the whole Strip from here.”

I watched Gianna’s reflection in the glass as she approached the window. “Sometimes I stand in this exact spot and watch the activity. So many people. So many stories. At times I feel connected to the energy, but other times I can’t help but feel detached,” she said quietly.

I scanned the sidewalk filled with people coming and going, each with their own plan and agenda. “It’s intoxicating.” I pressed my palms to the window and leaned my weight forward. I couldn’t help thinking if it were not for the glass, I’d tumble through the air. The thought made me dizzy. Gianna’s hand covered mine, and her breath warmed the back of my head. She traced a line up my back with the fingers of her other hand.

“Lift your hair for me.”

I gathered as much of my hair as I could. Cool air tickled my neck as her fingers dug into the hair at my nape. “Now let go and put your hand back on the window.”

I obeyed her order and was rewarded as her fingertips gently massaged the back of my head. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped my throat. She squeezed my other hand; at the same time, she tightened her grip of my hair and pulled down. My head tipped back and my mouth opened as another breathy groan tumbled from my lips. Warmth flooded my senses and pooled at the juncture between my legs. She tightened her grip and her breath ghosted my lips.

“You’ve never kissed a girl. Correct?” she asked.

I tried to move my head but her grip on the section of my hair made it almost impossible. “Correct,” I whispered.

“But you want to.”

My attention shifted to her plump lips. “Yes.”

Look for I KISSED A GIRL IN VEGAS tomorrow from Evernight Publishing!


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Meet your new #BookBoyfriend with #Winners by Allyson Young

I’m pleased to welcome author Allyson Young to my blog today! Allyson just released the third book in her Western erotic romance series Marking Time. Tells us about your new release, Allyson!

I am an avid, insatiable reader. I’m not sure how I find time to write. I was a therapist in my other life, and the human dynamic is ever fascinating—I so appreciate being able to write happily ever after.

Winners is a denouement of Destined and Fated, in the Marking Time series, something different for me to pen, tying up any loose ends and following the development of the characters relationship as well as the friendships among them.

Happy reading and I hope you meet your book boyfriend. Or boyfriends.

WINNERS by Allyson Young

Marking Time, 3

Blurb:

Vet-in-training Sinclair Renton, and her cowboys, Craig and Ashton Russell, are finding their way in ménage, just as Sheriff Reece Murdoch and poor little rich girl Candy Grant are rediscovering their historical connection—now flavored with a little kink, too.

But it seems love and passion can’t solve everything. Sinclair must face a personal demon in the form of the first woman Craig and Ash shared, while the brothers need to find ways to accept Sinclair’s profession and all the risks it carries. Candy, on the other hand, must deal with the legacy of her father’s benign neglect, and Reece has to face a surprising worry that he might not be enough for the woman he’s waited for.

Will the lovers be able to overcome the challenges they face? Will they end up losing all they have fought for, or will they be winners in love?

Buy links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / ARe / Bookstrand

Also available in the Marking Time series:

DESTINED (Marking Time, 1)

FATED (Marking Time, 2)

About the author:

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.

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 darker side of romance.

 

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Have you ever been #Kinky with your coworker? #HisBossHerDom #NewRelease

Please welcome Raven McAllan and her new release HIS BOSS, HER DOM! So Raven, what inspired you to write this amazing story?

The idea for this story came about when Evernight Publishing put out a call for a men in uniform antho…

As ever my mind started to race… This was a result. Not for the antho though… 

His Boss, Her Dom

Blurb

Having a relationship with your boss is never easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might need to salute Rosie and call her Ma’am at work, but when it’s just the two of them, he is Master to his puss.

They are determined to make their unusual situation work, but, first they have to solve the case of the shady next door neighbors.

And now for an even juicier tease, an excerpt of:

His Boss, Her Dom

Jamie, she had to assume it was him, and not A. N. Other, kicked her legs apart. Something cold touched each ankle, before her scarred ankle was wrapped in toweling and whatever it was fastened tightly with cord or some such thing to both ankles. Eva wriggled her toes and flexed her legs as best she could and discovered her feet were held about eighteen inches apart. What on earth had he used? Then she thought about the shape of whatever it was on her unbroken ankle. Her overlong fire irons?

“Such handy, everyday items you can find when you look,” Jamie said, and stroked each globe of her ass. He pulled the back of her thong hard and up into the crack and did a seesaw movement with it. It really did feel like the proverbial cheese grater. Luckily he stopped before she decided it was sawing her in half.

“What a beautiful sight, seeing you spread out like that. I wonder, puss, if you can lift away from the settee just enough for me to reach your tits? Try for me.”

Bloody hell, does he think I’m a contortionist? However, it was amazing what a person would try when their Dom spoke to them in such a way. Eva arched her back and her boobs left the contours of the sofa back. Ross pulled on each one and kneaded them. Then he tugged and pinched each nipple so hard, she gasped.

“Color,” he said brusquely.

“Green, Sir.” Why did he ask? He knew how hard they’d played on their other occasion together and she’d been green all the way.

“Good girl, now breathe.” The pain in first one nipple and then the other as he attached something tightly to each took her breath away. She whimpered. How the hell could she take it?

“Breathe, puss, or cry red. Do it now.” He roared out the last word, and Eva let out her breath in a whoosh.

It hurt, oh how it hurt, but the invisible string of sensation from her tits to her clit got ever stronger. The pain morphed into intense pleasure, so much so she shook.

“G… green, oh….”

Jamie removed one of whatever clamped onto her nipple and she moaned her disappointment. He nipped and tugged the nipple until she wondered how it held onto the rest of her boob, before he reattached the instrument of pleasure and pain. “Lean forward again, puss. Press those lovely tits into the sofa and increase the pressure of the clamps.” Eva obeyed instantly. His deep velvety voice demanded instant submission and got it.

A hard slap on her ass was her reward. It was followed by several more, each more intense than the last. Jamie continued the assault on her rear with something flat and possibly plastic. In one corner of her mind Eva reckoned she’d never look at her furnishings in the same light again. She began to fly, and enter that special place where everything morphed into pleasure.

The spanking stopped suddenly and she wanted to cry. It was nowhere near enough. She craved her subspace like an addict craved their next fix.

“W…”

“Because I say so, puss.” He kissed her neck. “And because when I let you go to your special place, you need time to savor it. Sadly tonight, we haven’t got that luxury.”

If she hadn’t fallen into the zone so fast and furious she would have realized that.

“So…now then.” His voice was soft and soothing. “Let’s see what we can do for each other, eh, my puss?”

A ripping noise infiltrated her mind, and her thong left her ass crack. One thong destroyed.

“The next thing you feel in your ass will be my cock,” Jamie said as he stroked each globe in soft circles. “But first I’m going to fuck your pussy and make you come.”

The noise of his zipper was loud in the room, and then Eva heard shuffling sounds as she presumed he kicked off his denims. She waited with hard suppressed excitement.

One long finger probed inside her pussy hole. “Ah, so ready aren’t you, puss.” The finger withdrew, and her juices ran down her legs. “Let me protect us. One moment.”

She heard a rustle and then Jamie thrust into her hard and deep and began a fast fucking, which rocked her fastened legs and made her breasts bump off the settee. The clamps knocked it and pinched her nipples harder as she moved with Jamie’s thrusts. Her arousal filled her like molten lava and her skin tingled as if she’d been stung. The tingles and stabs of pleasure increased faster than she’d ever known before, and Eva knew she teetered on the brink of coming.

“Come now, puss.” Jamie pinched her clit and she screamed, tumbling into a fast and furious climax as stars danced behind her closed eyelids.

Her legs shook, as Jamie shouted and shuddered his own climax inside her, and then fell forward across her back. She savored his weight and stayed still as his breathing steadied.

The clock chimed the hour. Jamie groaned. “Let me untie you, and make you comfortable in a conformist manner.”

Eva flinched as he lifted from her and her nipples moved on the coarse fabric of the settee.

“Aww, does it hurt? I’ll kiss them better in a sec.”

The blindfold was lifted and she blinked to make her eyes work as Jamie busied himself with her other ties. When she saw the fire iron she grinned. He was correct. There were very useful items around the house.

The sprung wooden clothes pegs attached to her nipples made her swallow as her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles contracted. No wonder they pinched. She had caught her finger in one once and it had been bloody sore.

“One second, puss.” The air stirred as presumably he moved to dispose of the condom, and then she was lifted into his arms. Her nipple, plus attachment slid over his chest and she hissed at the non-pleasurable pain that shot from nipple to clit.

“Ssh, not long now.” Jamie walked around the settee and sat her down on his naked lap. His quiescent cock stirred slightly and he whistled. “Sheesh, I’m fucked and my cock is saying ‘again soon, please.’ It must want your ass, puss.”

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EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

Who is Raven McAllan:

A multi-published, best selling author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a house much too big for them—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. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, 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.

Or….

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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