#BookSpotlight Her Bear Protector by Doris O’Connor #Sexy #BDSM #Erotica @mamaD8

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Her Bear Protector by +Doris O’connor
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 34,181
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

 

Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.

“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?

“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”

Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.

“Sir, please, that hurts.”

He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.

“How about now, babe?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.

His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.

Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.

Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.

“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

 

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

#Book Cover Reveal: Kiss My Lips by @StellaEA #Sexy #Romance

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Title: Kiss My Lips
(Holiday Series #2) Will one kiss seal their love?
Author: Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku
Series: Holiday Series
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Multicultural/Interracial
ISBN: 978-1502776549
Release Date: Wednesday 29th October 2014
Cover Artist: Love Bites And Silk
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Smouldering desire & red-hot passion under the stars

Accepting Logan’s marriage proposal was the most exciting event of Lorna’s life. But deciding in what country to marry her fiancé proved to be more than a tearful ordeal. When Lorna’s dad announced unexpected news, the wedding wheels spun in a different direction.

With other family members stirring conflict, would there be a wedding? Or would their shared kiss deepen their desire?

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Logan half-glared and half-grinned at Lorna. “Do you want to get us knocked out?” He railed, suppressing a smile as he returned his face to the road ahead. “Don’t turn me on while I’m driving, Lorna. Else, I might find a cozy place to take you up on your offer.”

Grinning from ear-to-ear, she ran her fingers up and down her thighs. Threading them through her ribbed jeans, she threw him a subtle stare and formed her round lips into a kiss.

Logan did a double take. “Have you been taking classes on how to ensnare me with your feminine wiles, Lorna? Are you promising me a randy sex session?”

Instead of answering, Lorna ran her forefinger across her lips and slid it down her narrow chin and long neck. She blew him a kiss and dipped the same finger into her cleavage. Her gaze remained on the street ahead.

“Lorna, you’re heating me up,” Logan groaned, his large hands gripping the wheel as he exhaled sharply.

When she didn’t stop, Logan swung the wheel, turned right and drove into a quiet neighbourhood. In a flash, he reached for her seat, reclined it to sleeping position and leaned across her body.

Blood coursed through her veins and pounded in her ears and her breath came out in short spurts. Every pore in her body lit up as his chest pushed against her breasts. Logan’s fingers held her neck as he ground his lips over hers, possessing every inch of her mouth with hot kisses. Her nipples budded and strained against his muscled chest, sending scorching fire ripping through the spot between her thighs.KissMyLips_FullPrintCover

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Stella’s a fun loving mother of two, married to her very own gorgeous alpha male who satisfies her romantic appetite.

Writing romance novels is now her full time passion. In 2010, Stella created Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels laced with the right cocktail of blazing passion, intrigue & toe-curling romance set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and America. There are seven contemporary romance novels in the basket; Loitering Shadows, Stormy Defense, Beyond the Lady, The Gardener’s Ice Maiden, Sparkling Dawn, Husband to Rent, Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series #1).

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#BookSpotlight #Giveaway Cafe In The Park by @ElodieParkes #Sexy #Romance

Cafe in the Park by +Elodie Parkes
Sizzling contemporary romance with paranormal threads
Publisher: Siren Bookstrand
Blurb
When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness.
Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back
to haunt him?
How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?
This is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles. It has paranormal and suspense threads. Siren has classified it as ‘sexstreme’ so you can expect it to be hot.
 
He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m
sorry.”
She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.
As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.
She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.
He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He
gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the
floor and fuck her hard.
He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The
pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement
over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her
fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He
shuddered as she grasped his cock.
“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2014, Siren Publishing, All Rights Reserved
Café in the Park released September 9
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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, Evernight, Siren and Ra Jones Anthology

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#BookReview Bear Heart by @ElyzabethVaLey #NFT @EvernightPub

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Is it possible for a man locked in darkness and despair to find love? Does he deserve hope and happiness?
These are the questions posed by this erotic fairy tale, Bear Heart. Simon is a soldier who returns from war and finds that the woman he loves has married another. Driven by hatred and convinced by the wiles of a mischevious witch, he seeks revenge.
Years later he is can only be a man during the night and a bear during the day and lives in the woods without human contact. Unfortunately for him, he cannot die even when sometimes he wishes it. Regret is his constant companion until he meets a little girl, Morgana, who has the ability to speak to his mind.
Gradually, Simon falls in love with Maggie, who is Morgana’s governess. But Simon’s past shadows him even as happiness is on the horizon. Can he ever be whole again?
This is a beautiful story about finding light after living in darkness for a long time, about hope in the middle of despair. It is also a sizzling hot read and I enjoyed it very much.
Bear Heart by +Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Series: Witches’ Mischief, book 4
Genre: Naughty Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Historical, Erotic, Romance

Blurb:

By day a bear, by night a man.

Half a century ago Simon Lancaster loved a woman. But when he committed a crime and was seduced by a witch his fate was sealed. Forced to live as a shifter by day and human by night, he becomes hopeless.

He believes there is nothing left in life for him. That is, until he meets Margaret O’Hare. An unconventional woman, Margaret makes him feel whole again, but he doesn’t know if he can allow the walls he has erected around his heart to lower, no matter how much he grows to care for her.

As their time together has them becoming closer, he starts to trust and love again. But a happily ever after might not be in Simon’s future as dark shadows emerge to destroy what he has built with Margaret.

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“Oh.”

He grasped her waist with a hand, steadying her and licked the anal whorl again. She moaned and thrust back against him. With his other hand Simon reached between her legs. He groaned. She was hot and wet. Margaret spread her legs as he touched her vulva, further spreading the liquid coating her. He tickled her entrance, teasing it with the tip of his index finger. Margaret moaned. She rocked her body, searching for his elusive touch. He pushed the digit into her depths.

“Simon.”

He inserted another finger and rotated them; searching for that spot he once knew to drive women wild. She moved against him and he realized that his hold on her hip was almost punishing. He loosened his fingers and dove into the crack of her bottom, licking and tasting it with ravenous hunger. Maggie cried out, no doubt not expecting the sudden assault. He pushed another finger into her, pumping them in and out hard and fast. She muttered his name, desperately moving against him and searching for release.

Simon pulled back. He removed his fingers from her core and took them into his mouth. His taste buds exploded with her tangy yet sweet flavor. Harshly, he spun her around. He glanced up at her. Her chest heaved, her heavy breasts moving with each breath. The rosy nipples extended and beckoning him to suck on them. At the same time, her pussy called to him. It’s musky scent permeating the air.

“I want to eat you, Maggie. Put you on a silver platter and feast on you, all of you, from top to bottom,” he said, his voice coming out husky.

Margaret held out her hand. Simon took it and she tugged. He got to his feet, and looked down at her, confused. Her inquisitive hands, so small compared to his, reached beneath his shirt, tugging. He aided her efforts and slipped the offending garment over his head glad that he did not possess a cravat, a vest, or any other item that would keep her hands from touching him. She stepped closer to him and rested her lips on his chest. He heard her inhale, as if she too was committing his scent to memory.

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she moved, dropping tiny kisses across his flesh. He growled as her teeth found his nipple and bit it. Margaret chuckled and repeated the process, lavishing the hurt with the flat of her tongue and making him wonder who was feasting on who. Lower and lower she dropped, following the trail of hair that curled to his cock. His breath caught as she stopped at the hem of his trousers and glanced up at him. Darkened by passion her eyes resembled a pine tree wet after a furious storm. A devious smile lighted her face as she easily unfastened his clothes and drew his cock out from within. Her warm breath caressed his throbbing member as she silently grasped it.

“Margaret.”

“You’re not the only one that’s hungry, Simon.”

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Ya Like That? #Sexy MM #Romance by @IyanaJenna

Ya Like That by +Iyana Jenna

GENRE: BDSM •
Contemporary • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Gay
LENGTH: 12,776 words/ Novella
Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan’s father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possessions to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother’s treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.

Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.

Or can he?

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Evan’s heart constricted looking at the huge manor standing before him. It reminded him of his family’s former house although that wasn’t as big as this. He shook off the mental picture and strode to the security post, another thing different from his family’s home.“Hi. I’m Evan Foster. I have an appointment with Mr. Donaghue.” The security guy looked him up and down, making him squirm.

“Can I have your driver’s license?”

Evan gave the man his driver’s license and got a visitor’s card in return.

“Thanks.” He turned toward the house.

“Wait. There’s a message for you.”

“Huh?” Evan took the envelope from the security guard’s hand and opened it. There was only one small piece of paper inside and he took it out.

Go into the house and come to the room at the end of the hall.

Evan frowned. It sounded like a line taken from a bad porn movie. Or perhaps Mr. Donaghue just liked to joke around.

Evan climbed up the short flight of stairs to the porch and reached out for the door knob.

“Hello?” His voice echoed in the large empty hall. Inside, it was dimly lit just like it was outside the house. Evan braced himself. He had permission to be there and instructions. He might as well do what he had to do.

Evan knew he had to get to the room at the end of the hall but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued and wanted to look around. Everything a mansion should have was here in this house: a vast welcoming area for guests, carpeted stairs spiraling up to the next level, and old portraits hung on the walls above the railing. Once he almost strayed, completely spell bound. He shook himself mentally and turned back to the hall.

After passing several rooms and doors, he got to the end of the corridor. He guessed it was the one on the left, for the one on the right was some feet before that. Evan tried the door. It was unlocked and dark inside. He felt around and found the switch. His breath hitched at the sight he was welcomed with. The room was bare, save for the thick red rugs on the floor and another piece of paper. Evan was written across it. He picked it up, turned it over, and read another message for him. Suddenly all of the air felt like it was being sucked out of his lungs. His sight blurred and his knees turned to jelly. He staggered until his back hit the wall, the pain throwing him back to awareness. He looked at the paper once more, hoping that it was just a figment of his twisted imagination. It wasn’t. The message still read the same.

Take off your shirt and shoes. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Put your arms behind your head.

What was that supposed to mean? He signed a contract to be a personal assistant and not some … sex slave or something. Or was that what they meant by personal assistant? Bile bubbled up in his throat. So it was for this reason that they paid him high, huh? A high-class whore? Evan wanted to run away, not having anything to do with them or the man named Brian Donaghue, whoever he was. He just wanted to forget he’d ever brushed with this … this kind of stuff.

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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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The Life by @BethanyKris #Sexy Mafia Romance $20 GC #Giveaway

Sequel to The Arrangement The Russian Guns, Book Two
Release Date: August 4th, 2014
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The mafia life is a dangerous one revolving around honor, duty, and greed—a troublesome thing like love isn’t meant to play a part, but no one follows the rules.

Surrounded by men waiting for the Russian mob boss to show weakness, Anton Avdonin should have known showering affection so openly on his new bride wasn’t a good idea. Of course, that didn’t stop him. When Anton’s wife begins attracting unwanted attention from an unknown source, he’s determined to find out just who is playing the risky game and put a stop to it by whatever means necessary.
From a Cosa Nostra princess to a Bratva queen, Viviana “Vine” Avdonin was made for the life. Pregnant, safe, and loved, she’s more than happy to move on from the history that haunts her to start out fresh. Then again, someone else has other plans. Old rivals from the past and bad blood from the present have mixed in the worst way, threatening to take away the things Viviana loves the very most. No matter what, she can’t let that happen.
Both Viviana and Anton know there’s only one way this can all end and it’s up to them to do it. But, who is behind the veiled threats and personal attacks, and how far are they willing to go to get what they want? When the truth finally surfaces, the consequences will be devastating and no one could have seen it coming.
In a life where everybody plays for keeps and no one fights fair, one mistake might cost them everything.
*Please Note, The Life is not a standalone title. The first book in The Russian Guns series (The Arrangement) should be read before the second book*

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Anton rested back to the headboard to catch his breath and brought his wife closer to his side with one arm. Not bothering to make any attempt to leave his sweaty grasp, Viviana laid a soft kiss to his arm as his hand rubbed up her naked side.

After falling into bed around three in the morning once Erik and Ivan were gone, Anton was woken up by his wife not a couple of hours later. It wasn’t like her to be up so early, never mind wanting to fuck like they had, given the new pressure and pain she’d been experiencing in the mornings. Anton had no idea what came over Viviana, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to complain.

Their coupling had been rough—rougher than he liked given her stage of pregnancy. But even when he tried to slow them down, to take her softer, Viviana wouldn’t have it. Anton wasn’t one to deny his wife, especially not of that.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled into the palm of his hand. Even though his body was still humming from her high, his mind was downright exhausted. Three hours of sleep wasn’t new to Anton, but he could use a bit more. “Thanks for the wake-up call, baby.”

Viviana giggled, but even the sound felt off. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Hey,” he said into her hair. The grip he had on her tightened momentarily. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Viviana turned just enough to lean up and press her silken mouth to the underside of his jaw. “Nothing, just thinking about Sergei.”

“Don’t fret over that idiot. He’s not even a blip on my radar. We’ll get that dinner done and move on.”

Anton was lying through his teeth, but concerning his wife just wasn’t okay with him. What he wanted her doing was focusing on the end of her pregnancy, their son, and her health. He was the boss, so he’d handle the Bratva issues. There was no way she was going to be brought into the crossfire of Sergei’s nonsense, so he didn’t think she had any need to be properly informed.

“Actually,” he said, thinking about his conversation the night before with his spies. “I think you might just show, and then go. You haven’t been feeling terribly great lately, so it’s not a stretch to think you might not feel well that day. Just stay long enough to say hello, forgive Tatiana if you want, and then Rory will escort you home and Joe will follow. Business as usual.”

“Forgive her if I want,” she repeated dully.

“It’d be better if you did, or at least say you do, but it’s not expected. You did ask for her, though, so you have to be respectful about whatever you choose to do.”

Viviana snorted. “When am I ever not? Can I claw her eyes out after?”

“No,” Anton said, laughing. That’d surely be a sight. He bet Viviana would give Tatiana one hell of a run for her money. “Not while you’re pregnant with my child, anyhow.”

“Yeah, but making her swallow a few teeth would sure make me feel a heck of a lot better.”

“My God. You know there’s nothing there, right? Her and me, I mean. That’s not … It’s just not there, baby. You don’t have to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Anton.” Strangely, he believed her. Viviana shrugged under the weight of his arm resting around her shoulders. “Why should I be … of Tatiana? I have exactly what she doesn’t. Everything she thought should have been hers is mine. I have your life, your son, and your love. Even if she was nothing more than your whore, which she isn’t, she still wouldn’t have any of those things. So no, I’m not jealous of that girl. On the other hand, I do wonder if she is envious of me.”

“I have no doubt of that.”

Viviana sighed. “Exactly. Tatiana has defied her father, you, and God knows how many others just to hurt me once. That was before we were married, before Demyan, and she only managed to sling words. This time might be different. At this dinner, she’s going to see me pregnant, happy, and protected, all because of you. Again, all that she doesn’t have and everything she wanted. So it brings me back to safety, I guess. You made it clear you don’t want her in any way so would she hurt me, or worse your baby, because of her resentment? Is she that crazy over you?”

Anton stayed silent, letting his wife’s words sink in as he considered them. It wasn’t that what she said didn’t make sense, because it did, but he wondered why Viviana had asked for Tatiana’s presence at all.

“You asked for her to be there, Vine. If you were worried about all of this, why ask at all?”

“I also asked for no guns.”

“And I’ll make sure that’s adhered to as best I can,” Anton said, still feeling confused. “You won’t take a step into any establishment unless it is weapon free.”

Viviana felt tense in his arms. “You don’t need a gun to kill someone.”

“She won’t have any chance to be alone with you.”

“I know.”

“Then what?” Anton asked.

“I want this done,” she said so low he strained to hear. “Put an end to it, however you have to. I don’t want to worry about her or her goddamned family after it’s over. I don’t want to think if she can’t hurt me, she’ll go to the next best thing.”

“You’re worried she’ll try to hurt Demyan.”

“Or you. To me, that’s just as bad.”

“You know that’d never—”

“No, I don’t,” Viviana interrupted coolly. “But if I didn’t have them to worry about, it’d be one less thing for me to consider.”

It was only then that her hidden meanings were starting to dawn on Anton. Viviana never asked him for anything in regards to business. She didn’t like to have her hands in his pots, so to speak. This was entirely different, especially if she was asking what he thought she was asking.

“Come on, Vine …”

“I want it done,” she repeated thickly. “Please.”

“On your head, though? You want that on your mind, bloodying up your hands, too?”

“Please?”

“Stop it,” Anton said, practically spitting the words. “Fuck, just don’t say that shit. I’ll handle it.”

“Before or after one of us is dead?”

THEARRANGEMENT

The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris
The Russian Guns, book 1
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Inspiration for The Good Sister by @LSJRomance #Audiobook #Giveaway

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today to talk about my audiobook, The Good Sister: Part One. This is the first of a two-book erotic contemporary series, and was not only a labor of love to write, but also one to transform into audio.

Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

–Francois Rabelais

Along with the original inspiration, there’s also my love for music. All types of music. In fact, I find listening to music to be a necessity when I write. *Smiles* So, I thought I’d share my top ten songs that lean to the tone/feel of Trinity’s story. Who knows, you might find we have something in common with a song you love, or you might find something new you haven’t heard. Either way, I hope you enjoy The Good Sister: Part One, and gain a little insight into some of my inspiration while writing.

Top Ten Playlist for The Good Sister

  1. One Direction – What Makes You Beautiful
  2. The Veronicas – Untouched
  3. Blue October – Ugly Side
  4. Bonnie Raitt – I Can’t Make You Love Me
  5. Rascal Flatts – I’m Movin’ On
  6. Adele – Promise This
  7. Taylor Swift – White Horse
  8. David Cook – Time of My Life
  9. Marcus Foster – I Was Broken
  10. Train – Marry me

You can find these songs and more on London’s You Tube Channel: http://www.youtube.com/LSJRomance

The Good Sister, Part One by +London Saint James
Contemporary Erotic Romance

BLURB

Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel. Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

Note: The Good Sister: Part One is a 2-book series. It is best read/listened to in order.

 

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Listen to excerpt in audio here.

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Top Ten Facts About Alien Abductions ~ The Encounter by @JaceyHolbrand

Top Ten Facts About Alien Abductions

10. The United States Air Force coined the term, Unidentified flying object (commonly abbreviated as UFO or U.F.O.) in 1952(1)

9.  Roswell is considered to be the bread and butter of Ufology(1)

8.  The first documented UFO sighting is in the Bible.(1)

7.  Winston Churchill had reported a strange airship.(1)

6.  UFOs were often seen and photographed during NASA’s space missions in the 1960s.(1)

5.  Abductions are not always about “collecting DNA” or experimenting as many people ignorantly think. Instead, it’s often about creating incredible terror in abductees and harvesting the energy of that terror.(2) Which Zen learns first hand in The Encounter.

4.  Hundreds of thousands or millions of Americans believe they have been abducted by aliens.(3) Zen claims to be one of them.

3. 1 in 5 Americans believe in alien abductions. Interestingly, males are more likely to believe in abductions than females.(1) Zen is one of them now.

2.  According to some UFO aficionados, the Men in Black (MIBs) really do exist.(1) Zen isn’t an MIB, he’s just an agent with a paranormal/supernatural investigations agency. It’s because of his encounter he became an agent.

1.  Some abductees claim to have been taken by beings called Grays. Zen, though, met a new race…

Facts about alien abductions found at:

(1)  http://www.newrealities.com/index.php/articles-on-ufos/item/970-interesting-facts-about-ufos–aliens

(2)  http://www.rense.com/general82/unpl.htm

(3)  http://www.livescience.com/20250-alien-abductions-origins.html

theencounter1mThe Encounter by Jacey Holbrand
Blurb:

The Agency ~ 1

Evan ‘Zen’ Zenas is the top agent at The Agency and is known for his brusque demeanor. He’s also known to be tough on trainees. Those who find themselves under his tutelage usually don’t last long. When he’s assigned a new assistant, Seth Trivos, Zen’s faced with questions about his past he’s not too keen on answering.

Seth Trivos knew Evan once upon a time, loved him even, but when Evan disappeared, he unknowingly broke Seth’s heart. Now, he’s in Evan’s world as the newest recruit at The Agency, and he’s looking for answers.

Will Zen chase away another new assistant because he doesn’t want to open up about a past encounter or will being forced on a case together make him face the demons he’s been trying to hide from?

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Adult Excerpt

“Thanks, Seth, for being here and listening.”

“You don’t have to thank me. What are friends for?” Deciding to be bold, Seth kissed Zen’s forehead, followed by his cheek, and left his face close to Zen’s.

Zen’s hot breath warmed his face, but Seth didn’t mind. His eyes fluttered closed as the words “kiss me” repeated in his head. Just as he wished, Zen’s lips found his, but it wasn’t the easy-going, lingering first kiss he expected.

Zen threw his arms around him in a tight hold and claimed his mouth with wild abandon. Seth’s head reeled. He couldn’t believe he and Zen were kissing. Granted, it wasn’t anything like the soft moments and slow love making he’d imagined over the years, but he’d take what he could get at the moment.

Zen moved his hands up and down Seth’s back. The heated touch under his jacket and over his shirt seared his skin in a delightful way. Zen’s lips pressed upon his almost too violently. He swept his tongue out, forcing Seth to open his mouth.

Seth adored the taste of him, salty and spicy, and his scent of leather and earth as well.

God, for so long he’d waited to have Zen in his arms, his body close. Zen’s lips trailed down his neck. Seth reached up and cupped the back of Zen’s head. Zen pulled at his shirt, tugging it from the confines of his pants without breaking the kiss. In the process of kissing him, somehow Zen was able to unbutton and unzip both their pants and free their cocks out of the openings.

Desire rushed through Seth, clawing at his insides. Zen clutched at him like a drowning man scrambling for purchase on any floating thing to save him from the watery depths. Hands traveled over his shoulders, up his shirt, feeling all the nuances of his chest and back down to his rock-hard cock. The man held their dicks against each other, and Seth sucked in a long stream of air. The feel of their two satiny lengths rubbing together was a heady sensation.

Zen turned their bodies and laid them down. He stretched over Seth. Seth loved feeling the weight and heat of Zen’s strong body atop his. Still, Zen continued to kiss him, and he continued to surrender to the demand of Zen’s mouth.

Author Bio

Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world. Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

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#BookSpotlight Open World COVEN by @CaseyMoss_ #Sexy #UrbanFantasy

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss
Erotic Urban Fantasy

 

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss is an Editor’s Pick!

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

ADULT EXCERPT
“I thought you might be interested in a hobby.” Buzz pointed at the yarn, which she put on the floor next to her. “The other items are to help you become the proper, submissive wife.”
“Speaking of being the proper wife. When are you going to give me some satisfaction as a husband should? Or do you have a problem in that department and can only get off on torturing helpless victims? Ones you have to capture and make submit to you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth without thought.
Buzz narrowed his eyes. His nostrils flared. “It’s not time yet for me to take your innocence,” his strained voice grit out. “And, for your lack in restraint in speaking to me, you will spend all night on the porch.”
“Yes, my love.” The dismal words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Doing as he’d instructed, she crawled behind him out to the back of the house.
He cranked open the windows. She undressed from the white shirt and gray skirt uniform, stepped forward and presented her hands in the air to be secured. Once she was in place, he took the dildo with the long horsehair attached to it and whipped her with the strands. Her ass cheeks burned and clenched each time they were marked with the lashes.
“Ah, what a lovely shade of deep pink my dear, like a nice piece of medium rare steak.” He slapped the area with his hand, then prepped the dildo and her anus with lube. Buzz shoved the toy up her ass.
The hairs danced in the breeze coming through the open windows and tickled her thighs.
Pins were placed on her nipples. She did her best to not react to the shooting pains zinging through her breasts. A blindfold covered her eyes.
Metal clanking and scraping sounded nearby. He didn’t leave the area as he normally would? Not liking the change in routine, the fact he stood somewhere close to her sent her nerves and heart racing.
Seconds later, a cold structure pressed against her abdomen. She recognized the cool metal to be the step ladder which usually sat in the corner. The apparatus pushed against her. When she heard the whiz of his zipper, she opened her mouth and granted him access. There was no use trying to fight him considering the position she was in.
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#BookSpotlight Harlot at the Homestead by @MissWishlade #Sexy #Western

Title: Harlot at the Homestead
Genre: Historical Western
Series: The Duggans of Montana, Book #1
Publisher: Totally Bound
Word Count: Short Novel – 33,707 words

Series Blurb:

The Duggans of Montana work hard and play harder.
Kenan Duggan looks out for his twin sister Rosie,
and Matthew and Emmett, their two younger brothers. The Wild West is a tough
place to live and each one strives to carve out their life on the land whilst
battling the prejudices, contradictions and restrictions of an ever changing
society.
They say that blood is thicker than water…but can
these siblings find love and still hold on to family ties?

Harlot at the Homestead Blurb:

Sometimes retribution finds its own way but
sometimes it needs a helping hand.
When Catherine Montgomery shows up at Kenan Duggan’s
homestead, she expects him to be surprised. She’s been gone two years and she’s
devastated to hear that her former fiancé was forced to give her up for dead.
Catherine never stopped thinking about Kenan and
hoped that they’d be reunited one day. She has suffered at the hands of another
but nothing tortured her as much as being apart from the man she loves. She
doubts, however, that Kenan will be able to forgive her when she reveals her
secrets.
As Kenan battles his desire for revenge, their
mutual desire reawakens like a creek bed in the rain, and soon they are swept
up in rediscovering their all-consuming passion.
Retribution often finds its own way in the Wild West
and the men to blame for Catherine’s disappearance may well find themselves
paying for their crimes in unexpected ways.
That’s if Kenan doesn’t get to them first!
EXCERPT
Kenan stopped at a point where the bank grew flatter
and the grass gave way to silt and sand. The water was shallow and crystal
clear over the stones and Catherine suddenly realised how hot and uncomfortable
she felt. High summer in Montana was usually hot and uncomfortable but this
year it seemed hotter than hell. Beads of perspiration trickled down between
her bosoms and the backs of her knees were clammy beneath her stockings.
“Let’s go in. It looks wonderful!”
Kenan smiled at her. “You always loved to swim,
Catherine.”
They removed their shoes and outer garments then
stood awkwardly.
“What now?” he asked.
“Just like always!” She chuckled.
His fingers trembled as he unhooked the front of her
corset. He let it drop to the ground on top of her dress, then moved closer to
her and encircled her wrist with his hands.
Her stomach flipped at the passion she saw in his gaze. He wanted her
and loved her still but she had not yet revealed all to him. When she did, she
feared that he would cast her aside like a broken saddle or a worn out boot.
“Hey!” He tipped up her chin with a fingertip. “What
is it?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, just memories.”
“Good ones I hope.” He sighed as he bent his head to
kiss her.
At first the kiss was soft and she relaxed into the
warmth of his mouth, the sweetness of his breath. But as he pushed his hot
tongue between her lips, she moaned and slid her hands through his hair. She
filled her palms and her fingers with it then pulled his head towards her. 
As they kissed, he loosened the waistband of her
bloomers and she felt them slide down to the floor. The warm afternoon air
caressed the naked skin of her legs and fluttered the edge of her chemise.
Kenan held her body against the length of his and she felt his erection rock
hard against her belly.
She giggled.
“What is it?” he asked breathlessly.
“Perhaps we’d better cool off?” 
He looked down at the large bulge at his groin.
“Maybe.”
He shrugged out of his union suit sleeves then slid
it down over his legs. Catherine swallowed hard as she stared at his body. The
hard cock stood to attention, pointing outwards from the dark curls of his
pubic hair and pulling her eyes towards the balls beneath. He was a perfect
male and she yearned to become one with him, to take him deep inside her and
ride him until they both reached the point of no return.
“Now you!” His voice was husky but his tone was
firm.
She undid the button at the front of her chemise
then lifted it over her head. It was sheer as gossamer and featherlight. When
she met his eyes again, the intensity of his gaze startled her. He looked so
fierce, like he was about to explode with need and desire. He took her hand and
led her towards the water’s edge. The cool river lapped at her toes and her nipples
hardened, making her full breasts tingle.
“It’s freezing!”
“You’ll get used to it!” He eyed her naked form. He
waded into the water until it reached his thighs then turned to face her.
Catherine watched as goosebumps rose on his arms and the neat sack of skin that
held the essence of his masculinity pulled itself up towards his body.  But his erection still stood firm and ready,
the tip shimmering with a diamond like bead of moisture.
In a flurry of excitement, she pulled the pins from
her hair and let its vermillion waves cascade down her back. The breeze lifted
it and swirled it around her face, teasing her by limiting her view of Kenan.
She flicked her head to push it aside and fixed her eyes upon the man she
loved. Unable to resist any longer, she ran to him, splashing the icy water
over them both as she did so. The river’s chilly grip travelled quickly up her
legs and the tiny hairs on her neck and her arms stood on end.
Kenan grabbed her and pulled her with him into the
flow and Catherine gasped as the cold water enveloped her, touching her inside
and out. The sensation of the chilly water delving between the hot sensitive
folds of her most private place was delicious and it heightened her desire to
feel her lover’s cock there too.
“It’s freezing, Kenan!” She giggled.
He laughed then flicked water into her face. She
shook her head, her thick hair heavy with the river. He reached out and
tenderly spread her hair out so that it floated around her like a gathering of
eels come to inspect her nudity.
“Come here!” Kenan embraced her.
Their cold, wet skin and his solid length prodding
into her stomach fired her yearning to have him. She wanted to possess this man
once more, before he knew the full truth. The fear that he might abandon her
when she confessed all darkened her mind for an instant, like a cloud passing
over the sun. But she shrugged it away, refusing to allow it to spoil this
precious moment. Kenan pushed her towards the bank where he laid her on her
back in the shallows. He eyed every inch of her body. The stones and sand were
hard and cold beneath her skin but the fire in his gaze warmed her like the hot
summer sun.
He stroked his hands over her stomach, across the
curves of her hips then back towards the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he
parted her legs and ran the fingers of his right hand between her swollen lips
then over her aching bud. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger with a
touch so experienced and knowledgeable that Catherine felt all sense and reason
slipping away. Lost in passion, she lifted her hips towards him, eager for him
to fill her up as she knew only he could.
Whilst he massaged her, he used his free hand to
drip chilly droplets of water over her burning cunny. She flung out her arms
and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails wantonly into his flesh and
pulling him down onto her, unable to wait another second. His body moulded to
hers as if it were the other half of her and she flung her head back as he
drove his erection into her soft flesh.
As excitement consumed him, he rocked into her,
harder and faster and she spread her legs farther to take him deeper. The water
splashed around them as they moved in perfect union and the current flowed over
them, caressing their skin and creeping into forbidden places as if to join in
their lovemaking.  Catherine bit into
Kenan’s shoulder when the tensing and twitching of her pussy signalled the
onset of her climax and her sensitive bud throbbed then burst into countless little
explosions like lightning bolts piercing the night sky.
The aftershocks flooded throughout her entire body
and her hot juices flowed from her loins. Her excitement spurred Kenan on and
he thrust harder and faster before freezing as he reached his own shuddering
release.
He rested his weight on his elbows and looked into
her eyes. “You are amazing,” he whispered as he gently pushed the wet hair from
her forehead. “No one should ever hurt you. Ever.”
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