#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
BLURB

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

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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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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.

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“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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#BookSpotlight A Measured Risk by @NBlackthorne #Sexy #Regency #Giveaway

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 A MEASURED RISK
By Natasha Blackthorne
Book one in the Regency Risks Series
He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she
has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the
risk?
Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took
her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of
horses and carriages. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel,
as she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to overcome
the terrors that hold her in bondage.
And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her
reputation, even her virtue—to find out.
But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.
When the shy, studious and socially awkward young
widow approaches him, Lord Ruel instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most
submissive experience of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust.
Lord Ruel makes Lady Cranfield a non-negotiable offer: His help in return for
her submission and obedience.
But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal
parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming
husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one
but herself.

How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and
show her how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender trap?

Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW ~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words
Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a work of
historical romance fiction, A Measured Risk
is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of
modern BDSM lifestyles.

Excerpt from A Measured Risk

©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2012, 2013

For Adults 18+ Only

She backed all the way into the bookcase.

Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her
belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.

Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound
sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.

Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door.
His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the
sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and
undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.

He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.

At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.

Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless talk of hunting and fencing.”

As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery
sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples
beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she
possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.

His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled
cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This
more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually
fierce exterior.

Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as
need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet
secure life in Ireland and thrust into Society at age sixteen, she’d spent her
time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at
emotional evasion.

It should be easy to regain her control.

But now, as rays of the late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it
the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her
mind.

Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.

An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.

In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s
perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice,
barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor,
accentuated their isolation. His gaze became so piercing that she had to lower
her eyes.

He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he
will try to kiss her.”

She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—not yet, surely…
Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but
found her arse flush against the bookshelf.

He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And
just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly
yes.”

She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She
really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering
what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her that his breath blew
on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.

Kissing
him.

Dear God. Her breaths began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with
a suppressed moan.

His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her,
if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could
express itself no other way.

Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.

But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all
the harder upon her.

Her heart pounding, unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.

His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.

He lifted his head.

It was done.

Ended.

And it hadn’t even begun.

He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear
her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for
it would give away too much of how she was affected.

Never show your feelings.

He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her
with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled
in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.

She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her
knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.

It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had been just a peck—not a true
kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t
garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.

Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his
touch.

Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn
to wonder…” His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she
respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”

She sensed that he was toying with her. She didn’t understand flirtation—why had
she imagined she could carry off this ruse? Was he making advances in order to
have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in
her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior,
uncaring—anything but hurt.

Please don’t make sport of me.”

She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?

An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was
as smooth as velvet.

To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain
her wits.

Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours
of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d
expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his
heart’s beat was rapid and strong.

Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin,
giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.

The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her
insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.

My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”

About Natasha Blackthorne:

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characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies.
They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden.
Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions
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Love is a demon-DEMON OF ENVY by @JenniLynnAuthor #PNR

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Blurb:

Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?

Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.

Until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.

DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth erotic romance novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.

Excerpt:

She dropped to her knees and took him deep into her mouth and throat. Velvety smooth skin, ridged with veins. Hot. Hard. The very essence of everything male. She sucked him in, working back and forth, stealing the sticky fluid from the tip of his cock with her greedy tongue. The taste was divine, like…like… There was nothing to which she could compare. It was the headiest aphrodisiac she’d ever placed in her mouth.

“Like the nectar of the gods, Liv? It is exactly that.” Thon’s voice was hoarse above her, and she smiled around his organ and let her lips, tongue, and teeth continue to explore. “By Zeus, that feels good.”

Fingers tangled in her hair, encouraging the sliding movement up and down his cock. She cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing lightly, and with the other slipped her fingers behind them to press into the springy flesh between his testicles and anus. She’d read on the internet that men liked such a move. A sharp hiss sounded above her head and he jerked in her mouth, then sudden pain assailed her shoulders and a greenish grey mist surrounded them. What the

She lifted her head and let him slide out of her with a moist sucking noise. She knelt there, inhaling his musky scent and panting, blinking to try and clear her vision. Why was it suddenly so shadowy?

He was bent forward a little over her, fingers clutching so tight around her upper arms and shoulders it felt like claws digging in to her shoulder blades. So that was the cause of the pain. A wave of lust swept through her at the sting and a yelp filled her throat, but she refused to let it escape. No. Don’t let him see it.

Pleasure and pain. The double-edged sword that was her deepest secret and one she had only revealed once before in her life. To disastrous effect.

But it was too late. He knew. “Oh, my God, Thon.” The words burst out of her when he squeezed again and a betraying gush of vaginal moisture coated the top of her thighs.

“You like that?”

She whimpered and closed her eyes, but snapped them open when he slid his hands under her elbows and lifted her seemingly without effort to her feet.

“Liv? You like a bit of…pain?”

She spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to.”

“But you do.”

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne

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Author Bio

Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely husband.

Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

Find her on the web at:

Website & blog: http://www.jenniferlynne.com.au

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Meet London Saint James-Inspiration for Dark Tales Diaries #BDSM #Erotica @LSJRomance

Thanks for having me on your blog today.
I’m happy to be here to talk a little about myself and my Dark Tales Diaries
series.
 
Like many authors, I’ve been writing a long time. As a child I playacted out all the stories that were running around in my head, and as soon as I learned how to write, I scribbled down those stories. I wrote and stopped. Wrote and stopped. I had to do the sensible thing as I got older, or at least that’s what I was told. I went to college. Got a job. Did all those sensible things, but I always came back to writing. Around three years ago, I became more serious about becoming a published author and I decided to submit something. I figured what’s the worst thing that could happen? Being told, “You suck as a writer.” I prepared for the worst, but thankfully that didn’t happen. My first published story came in the form of an anthology. From there I’ve been writing as fast as my brain can think and my
fingers can type. *Smiles*
 
For me, writing is my dream job. “Becoming a successful author is nothing but a pipedream,” they said. But that “pipedream,” came true! Dark Tales Diaries is my 12th and 13th published book.
 
Question: If you loved someone and one day they just vanished from your life, what would you do to try and find them?
 
My answer: Anything earthly possible.
The inspiration for this BDSM series of short stories sparked from a casual conversation with the love of my life. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One and the
life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop with
Volume Two soon following.

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series

Blurb:

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned this book contains: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series

Blurb:

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned this book contains: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, sex toys, spanking

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London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Website: http://www.londonsaintjames.com

Twitter: @LSJRomance