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

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Risk, Regency Risks Book One.

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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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character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal
conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the
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

Fantasies from Hungary by @SaschaIllyvich #Amwriting #Inspirations

Foreign Inspiration – Fantasies from Hungary

Part of the reason I centered His Reign and the entire Opeth Pack in Hungary has a lot to do with my heritage.  My grandfather came to this country in 1925 from Hungary and ended up making a success for himself over years of drive and dedication to his crafts.

My heritage has been a source of fascination so when I had the chance to visit family in Hungary, I leapt at it!

Family took me out to a discotheque and I ended up on the dance floor, my version of moves like Jagger doesn’t involve public audiences…

Spotted a really beautiful woman.  Danced with her, leant her my hair tie (her hair was much longer than mine) and we connected on a deep rhythm only two people dancing could understand.  Thing is, I don’t speak Hungarian and she had no command of the English language.  I couldn’t even buy her a drink, I had no forints!  Well, fast forward to years later when I’m coming up with a series idea for a publisher and I remembered all the time I’d spent in Hungary.  I’d seen a lot of Lake Balaton, Szentendré, some of the wine making regions and of course Budapest.  In romance, stories are often set either in some science fiction/fantasy world, or in the modern times with things slightly adjusted to fit the world authors created, but not by much.  I thought though, there could be a lot of mystery surrounding something foreign, an angle of course to use for promotions (Old Country, customs and things not many are accustomed to) and of course, my paranormal spin on a legend I spent time learning just soHisReign_MED I could bend it.

It gives me a chance to talk about other things besides sex, cigars and alcohol.  In fact, the more I’ll start digging into my background I’m sure I’ll find food and fun, fetish and fashion, all surrounding the legends of the Opeth Pack from Hungary.

Blurb:

Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack.  Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want. 

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away.  Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates.  Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have.  Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

Short Excerpt:

Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

From Secret Cravings:  At Amazon now

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FW648G4

#SexySnippets from I’m on Fire

fire2This week’s snippet is from my upcoming steamy book I’M ON FIRE, which is the first in my series of stories set on Lake Eden.

In the opening scene of I’M ON FIRE, Clint met this way-too-young and way-too-hot barmaid when she plopped onto his lap. The next day, she showed up at the dock.

“What brings you down here? The race isn’t until Saturday.”
“I wanted some adventure…”
“Like what?” The minute he asked that, he knew he shouldn’t have.
“Well, regular adventures like hiking and sailing, and, you know, sexual adventures.”
She didn’t just say that. Shit.

Watch for release date coming soon!

Here’s where you can check out the other Sexy Snippets this week. Enjoy!

Something about Holly awakened me @LillianBendover #CharacterInterview

AwkeningsNo1Hello Everyone.  My name is June Montgomery and I’ve been invited by Kiru to tell you a little bit about myself.

I come from a small town – where everyone knows everyone else’s everything.  My Mom is a bit high-strung (think: still wears stockings and pearls even during summer), my Dad just goes along with whatever Mom wants.  And as an only child, I had to suffer them both.  Which is why I had to leave and move to the city right after graduating college.

My “temporary” Administrative Assistant law firm job, wound up being more permanent than I thought.  Four years later, much to the chagrin of my parents, I was still living alone in my one bedroom apartment.  They expected that I would find a husband, get married and move back home.  Couldn’t have been the furthest thing from my mind.  I’ve been enjoying myself; dating, going out with the girls, living life.  Until all the excitement wore off and I found myself in a rut.

Then one day I got a new boss – Hollander Trudeau, Holly for short.  She smelled like sex in a suit!  That luscious brown hair, her attitude, had me blushing at ‘Hello’.  Next thing you know, we’re in her office with my skirt where it shouldn’t be, feeling things I couldn’t have imagined.

I never knew that kissing another woman or making love to another woman would have been so… awesome!  I never thought of myself as lesbian but something about Holly, awakened me.  I still blush thinking about that first time.

But I’ll let Lillian tell you all about it. 

I’ll talk to you guys later!

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June Montgomery did what all “good girls” do and got her education then set out into the city to seek out a life of fun and adventure. But when she finds herself instead dateless, working for a royal mess up of a boss and in a rut, she begins to question the very reason for her existence. Until one day at work, things get changed up and she is left shaken and wondering at the appearance of one Hollander Trudeau.

Hollander Trudeau’s mysterious heart tries not to give anything away but something about June has her breaking the rules. Will this office tryst become more than she bargained for and end up like all the others or has she found a woman who can bring her down to her knees?


This 7500 word story is Part One of Ten, in the Butch/Femme erotic romance series, “Awakenings.”

EXCERPT:

“Yes Ms. Trudeau?” June poked her head into the office, leaning on the door jamb.

“June – please tell me that the systems have a back up! I just spent the afternoon preparing for this case and I’m not sure what I pressed but I can’t seem to find my files!” Holly was frantically pressing buttons and clicking on the mouse in exasperation.

“Um… I think we only have weekly back-ups that run during the weekends. Unless you set your own computer to back-up nightly, the answer would be, No.” June sat in Holly’s chair while she gave her explanation and proceeded to click through all the possible places the file could be. She felt Holly lean in close to her, her cologne making it difficult to concentrate.

“Oh! Wait! This must be it – it has today’s time stamp.” June clicked on the file and it opened. She felt Holly exhale onto her shoulder and turned her face into a pair of warm soft lips.

At first she made as if to turn away, but when she realized Holly hadn’t backed away or gasped in surprise, she stayed put. She felt Holly’s lips firmly kiss her back, in contrast to her own timid, unsure kiss. She allowed herself to be led, submitting to the intrusion of an unfamiliar but welcomed tongue. She found herself turning into Holly’s embrace, reaching to bury her fingers through the soft curls. She arose to her feet, standing on her toes to ensure her lips stayed connected.

Medium sturdy hands snaked around her waist, pulling her in and she went, willingly.

“Ms. Trudeau… I’m sorry, I…” A determined kiss covered her mouth, silencing any further protestations. The two women danced an awkward dance of limbs entwining, legs moving, lips kissing. June felt a fire ignite in her yoni, a wetness she had only known when pleasuring herself, began to seep through her panties. The clumsy dance continued to the door, which was shut by what she can only assume was Holly’s foot. A contraction flipped in the small of her belly, causing her to whimper into Holly’s mouth, which caused her ass to be grabbed and her body to be hoisted onto the desk behind her.

Finding herself seated she opened her legs and encircled the waist of the woman standing between them.  She felt a hand squeeze her breast and she yelped into her solicitors’ neck.  Breathless and euphoric with tears she began pulling her blouse out of her skirt where it wanted to remain tucked, she surrendered her hands and allowed it to be removed.  A brief moment of modesty found her covering her cleavage with both hands.  When those insistent lips met hers again, she planted her hands behind her on the desk to give her leverage and to allow herself to be kissed down her neck and across both breasts.


Can be purchased from:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009I6YYBI
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-opened-eyes-lillian-bendover/1113574834?ean=2940015897029
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/her-opened-eyes-awakenings-part-1
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Website: www.lillianbendover.com
Bio:
Erotic lesbian word-jockey.
Naughty, never nice.
Keeping things classy.
In the land of erotica, I’ve made it my mission to provide quality lesbian erotica from a lesbian’s perspective.  Enjoy the ride!
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I am having a smallish giveaway for anyone who follows me on Facebook and leaves a comment on this post. They will have a chance to win the entire series for free. The winner will be chosen on Dec. 1, 2013.

In Books These Days, Sex Sells

herhandonhischestWhen it comes to books, what’s popular now is quite different from the past. And one of those big differences is erotica and erotic romance. In other words, sex sells.

Erotica and erotic romance are different — erotica is primarily one character’s sexual journey, while erotic romance is the sexual journey of two (or more!) people as they develop a romantic relationship. Erotic romance must have a happy ending, while erotica can have any kind of ending, even tragic. But for the purpose of tracking popular culture, books of a steamy or erotic nature are often lumped together.

In the 20 Years USA Today’s of Best-Selling Book Lists article, they divide the last twenty years into 3 eras. The first one, 1993-1998, they call “The Brick-and-Mortar Era” because we bought almost all of our books at physical stores. This era was dominated by self-help type books like “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus,” “Chicken Soup for the Soul,” The Celestine Prophecy,” and “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.” The two  big series that changed what we think about ‘children’s books’ also began climbing the lists: the Harry Potter series and the Twilight series.

They call the next 10 years the “Dotcom Sales Come of Age” era, when people started buying most of their books online, but still buying and reading the print version. The Harry Potter series topped the charts, followed by the Twilight series, while the self-help books faded from popularity.

The third era, from 2009 through 2013, they call “E-books Take Off.” The number one book of the last five years is “The Hunger Games” followed by “Fifty Shades of Grey,” and then  of course their sequels. “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”  and the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series are all in the top 25 selling books, but not one self-help book. Some speculate that, instead of reading books for research, more and more people just use the internet instead. But perhaps it’s just a result of the higher volume of fiction that people are buying now on their e-readers that has bumped the self-help books down below the top 25 mark. I think readers often target one particular self-help book to read, but download many fiction books on impulse because with e-books, it’s so easy to carry a bunch around.

About the last five years, they conclude “Since 2009, fiction (as a percentage of best sellers) has risen to all-time highs and erotica went mainstream as e-books became the fastest growing part of the market.” They don’t speculate why, but it’s pretty obvious. According to a 2011 survey by Romance Writers of America (which I believe is the largest authors’ organization in the world), the number of people who read erotic romance on e-readers was more than double the percent who read it in print. I’m sure that number has grown since then.

We can see that sales of subjects that had been considered tabboo, like gay literature and erotic literature, have increased dramatically when the reader didn’t have to buy the book from a live person at a cash register. And with e-books you have the benefit of reading discreetly–no one sitting next to you at work or on public transit can see the front or back cover. We know what people want to read when they are limited by the opinions of others. Sexy stuff!

So go ahead, indulge your wildest fantasies, and read a steamy or erotic romance!