Cover Reveal: Dreamers’ Destiny by Tempeste O’Riley

People don’t just materialize into reality simply because you want them to so desperately that waking up breaks your heart. 


Dreamers’ Destiny
by Tempeste O’Riley
a Standalone story
M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Release Date: May 13, 2014 (ebook/print)
Length: Novel
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Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dream walker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.

Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.

Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.

Two days later, Liam stood in a kitchen he knew, but he was uncertain how he had ended up there. He looked around and found Cam bent over, rummaging in the fridge, his pert little butt in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs. Liam groaned as he moved closer to Cam and slid his hands over the smooth cotton, feeling the tight muscles beneath flex as Cam jumped and spun around.

“Dammit, Lee, don’t sneak up on me like that,” Cam groused, though the pout was ruined when the edges of his lips turned up in a small smile.

“Sorry, beautiful, but how could I resist such a tempting and delicious offering?”

“Uh-uh. Stroking the ego won’t help you this time.”

Liam smirked and slid one hand down to lightly rub up and down Cam’s length. Cam’s eyes closed as a low moan slipped out. His hips pushed forward, his body begging for touch. “Your ego wasn’t what I had in mind, baby.”

“Oh, God, Liam. Please,” Cam begged. He threaded one hand into Liam’s hair and tugged him down until their lips met in a hard clashing of teeth, tongue, and yum.

Liam slipped one hand inside Cam’s briefs, then wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft that had been hiding within. He pulled and stroked the hot, hard flesh as he continued to kiss Cam as if he hadn’t touched Cam in ages. He wanted Cam so bad he couldn’t think straight.

He captured the moans Cam let out as they continued to devour each other, relishing each one as if it were his first and last ever. Liam clutched at Cam’s hip, desperate for his lover’s touch. He ripped his mouth away, panting for breath, never letting up on his slow pumping of Cam’s cock.

“So prefect,” he panted, relishing the little mewling sounds Cam made every time Liam skated his fingers over Cam’s cockhead, how Cam’s eyes were blown wide in desire.

“I need you in me, Lee. I don’t wanna wait….”

Liam grabbed Cam’s briefs and tore them off his tight little body, desperate to be back inside his Cam. After slamming Cam against the wall, Liam kicked Cam’s feet apart before he dropped to his knees and swallowed Cam whole.

Cam screamed, but Liam didn’t care. He was going to take everything Cam offered and then some! Setting a fast pace, he bobbed up and down on Cam’s straining cock, making it wet and slippery. Using some of the excess wetness, he slipped his fingers behind Cam’s balls, rubbing them along Cam’s taint until he reached Cam’s tight hole. Teasing and tapping Cam’s needy entrance, Liam shivered as precome squirted on his tongue, the taste making him even harder than before.

Shaking above him, Cam pushed back against Liam’s fingers, begging with both words and action for exactly what Liam wanted to give.

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“I found it a beautiful tale of unhappiness changed to romance and then love with a happy ending.”

—Rainbow Book Reviews, on “Designs of Desire”

Designs of Desire is a tough realistic book that is touched by violence countered by the growing love between the two heroes.”

—Sensual Reads, on “Designs of Desire”

“It paints a stunning image of rebirth as Deacon and Kaden’s relationship begins to unfurl, like a rose as it opens its petals to the sun.”

—Carly’s Book Reviews, on “Caged Sanctuary”

“This is my favorite in this series so far. I love seeing how these characters are growing, all of them. As individuals, as couples, as friends, and as a family.”

—MM Good Book Reviews, on “Desires’ Guardian”

“The writer did an excellent job with the characters, they are likable and perfect. Not perfect in the way that they have no flaws, but in a way that they grab you and complement each other.”

—Love Bytes Reviews, on “Temptations of Desire”

“Tempeste created an amazing world for these paranormal species. I got lost in the story and wondering how all the pieces wove together.”

Molly Lolly, on “Whiskers of a Chance” 

Designs of DesireSimple Desires*+Bound by Desire*Desires’ GuardianTemptations of DesireTruth in Lace*Desires’ Pride* Signs of Desire

Micah’s Medicine+Caged SanctuaryWhiskers of a Chance

*shorts in series +shorts in anthologies

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. They has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life—especially now that they have joined the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence® (as Novice Sister Eroti-Quill… can’t imagine where that name came from).

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves. To learn more about Tempeste and their writing, visit http://tempesteoriley.com.

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Panther Magic by Doris O’Connor with a giveaway

You know that old saying… A picture speaks a thousand words. Never is that truer than when your muse is a very visual creature like mine is. Hot men get her going every time, and this story is no exception. I had no intention of writing this story in fact, until, my search for a Mancandy birthday pic for a friend let me to these two hunks.

zeb an arran

Image provided by Doris O’Connor

Incidentally, if anyone knows who these two are, please let me know in the comments J

Where was I? Oh yes… My friend loved the pic, and some light hearted banter occurred. Was she going to have one or two…. Separately or at the same time…

*grins*

Her husband chirped up saying it sounded like one of my books, and just like that Zeb and Aran Harris jumped into my head, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I told their story.

And, trust me, having not one but two Alpha, Panther Shifter, Doms in my head, I did as I was told—fast!

I’ve learned long ago, never to argue with my characters, especially the Doms. No, sirreee, this little subbie does as she’s told in those circumstances.

You can’t say the same about the heroine of this story, Kate. Experienced submissive she might be, but as those in the lifestyle will know, that certainly doesn’t equal doormat, and Kate is one feisty human.

Kate does not believe in magic, and using animals in their act is just cruel, and she’s not afraid to put that point across. In the end—of course—resistance is futile.

She can’t resist the combined dominance of Arran and Zeb, and when they do get together they ignite the pages.

Prepare to laugh, cry, and fear for them all, when that dreaded council gets involved…panthermagic1m

 

Blurb:

There’s no such thing as magic…

Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?

When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.

They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.

It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.

 

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Adult Excerpt:

 

“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.

“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”

Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.

Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.

Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.

“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”

Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.

Zeb laughed when he noticed.

“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”

Kate looked between them, and she nodded.

“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”

Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.

“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”

A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.

“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”

Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.

“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”

Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.

Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.

All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”

 

Story Excerpt:

“Have you actually seen our act?” Arran’s softly spoken question took the wind out of her righteous sails somewhat, and she tried her best to glare at him, too, which lasted all of two seconds under his quiet regard. One eyebrow rose in query, and with his full mouth set in a grim line, he radiated disapproval, and she couldn’t bring herself to hold his gaze. Instead she shook her head, and she dropped it down to his muscle packed chest, which was not helping one iota. Wrenching her gaze upward again, she finally settled for staring at his jaw. Mind you, that, too, was far too distracting, covered as it was in designer stubble. It simply drew her attention to his strong neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved as he spoke, even more softly this time. There was no mistaking the edge to his words though that made her want to sink to her knees and apologize.

She once heard it said that a true Dom didn’t need to raise his voice, and she’d never truly understood that until this moment, and they weren’t even in a scene. Lord help her if they ever were.

“So, tell me, sweet thing, how can you form an opinion on how we treat the animals we use if you’ve never seen us in action?”

Kate wanted the ground to swallow her up whole. He had a point there, she guessed, but, bugger it all to hell and back if she was going to admit that.

She settled for shrugging her shoulders, and jumped when Zeb grasped her chin and thus gave her no choice but to look up at him.

“Give us the courtesy of looking at us when you condemn us without knowing all the facts, girl. Shrugging your shoulders like that is downright rude, and I think you know what happens to rude girls. If you think yourself safe from recriminations, because we’re in a public space, then think again. I have no compunction of putting you over my knee right now.”

Natasha’s loud gasp broke the tense moment, and Zeb smiled and released her as abruptly as he had grasped her.

“Sorry, Sir.” Kate had to murmur that quiet apology, when the loss of his touch on her skin left her curiously at sea. Approval flashed across his far too handsome features, and Kate got the oddest sensation when she stared into his eyes. They seemed to briefly flash to a soft, glowing yellow, before she blinked, and she looked back into their more usual warm chestnut.

“However, Sir,” she said and Zeb frowned and Arran gave a short laugh, and shook his head in what seemed to be wry amusement. “You are not my Dom. I have not agreed to a scene, and if you tried to put me over your knee in any way shape or form without my agreement, public space or not, I’d have you up for an assault charge faster than you can say poor mistreated cat.”

There, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Kate crossed her arms again, in an effort to hide her trembling hands, and focused on Natasha, instead of the two overbearing hunks in front of her. Despite her insides churning like clothes on a spin cycle, her lips twitched at the open mouthed expression on her friend’s face.

Talk about giving her a demonstration to prove the point that submissive didn’t equal doormat. They’d had that discussion only this morning on their way over to the spa. Then again, Kate was the first to admit that she was a rather bratty sub at the best of times.

“She’s got you there, bro.” Arran’s amused voice brought Kate’s attention back to him, and she lost herself in the smile he gave her. That smile alone would guarantee that most females would drop their knickers in an instant Not that she was most females, and besides she wasn’t wearing knickers. Bikini bottoms didn’t count, surely.

“I fear we’ve started off on the wrong foot somewhat, and for that I apologize, Kate.” He looked across at his brother and some sort of silent communication seemed to occur between the two men, because Zeb nodded, and he, too smiled, showing a set of even white teeth that must make his dentist very proud of him.

Kate groaned at her thought processes. This was beyond ridiculous, really. Why did these two get to her so much?

“There is an easy way of remedying this situation, however,” Arran said. “We would very much like to invite you to come and see one of our performances, as our VIP guests. You and Natasha both.”

He nodded at Natasha, and for the second time in the last few minutes, Kate’s friend looked as though she was going to have a heart attack.

“Oh, my, really? We’d love to come, wouldn’t we, Kate? Oh, this is so kind of you, really. Kate will be there, won’t you?”

It was on the tip of Kate’s tongue to deny this assumption, but the way Natasha implored her with her big feline eyes meant that she couldn’t, so instead she just gave a tight nod. Natasha’s squeal rang in her ears, and the two men’s tight shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t even noticed how tense they had become until that moment, and Kate briefly wondered why this seemed to mean so much to them, before she was pulled into a bear hug by Natasha.

“Thank you, you’ll love it, you’ll see.” Natasha’s whisper in her ear did nothing to quell the churning in her tummy when she looked across at the two men. Cat that got the cream sprang to mind, and she forced a smile on her lips, when Natasha finally released her, and Zeb and Arran made their goodbyes.

Heat flared up her arms when they both took one of her hands each and bending over them kissed them in an old fashioned gesture that made Kate want to swoon like a Regency heroine in the historical romance novels she liked to read.

“Until we meet again,” Arran said.

“I’ll look forward to your proper apology then, girl.”

Kate tried to snatch her hand away at Zeb’s outrageous words, but he held firm until she stopped struggling. Only then did he release her hand after he turned it over and dropped a lingering kiss on the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist.

With a smirk to send her bikini bottoms aflame he winked at her, and left her to stare after the departing forms of him and his twin.

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About Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Nine years, two lives, one love.

We all have dreams. Mine were filled with college and the boy I loved, Cruz Montoya. But all that went up with smoke when he got sent to Juvenile Hall, my sister killed herself, and Dad up and left. My mother and I use that terminology loosely became a monster transferring her pains and disappointment and I became trapped.

Honorably discharged I’m back in Arlington Heights, the small town that only remembers the black sheep persona of my youth. I could list a dozen reasons for my return, but the only one that matters is Roxanne Waters. I should probably leave her be. I’m not much of a catch with PTSD and the childhood memories rattling around in my brain. Yet, I can’t walk away. There’s a darkness that surrounds the death of her sister, a secrets that’s slowly killing her. I’m going to find out everything. This is the moment of truth to see if we can make it or if I’m nine years too late.

Elyzabeth M. Valey Interview & Blind Beauty Giveaway

Blind Beauty by Elyzabeth M. Valey

James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.

Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.

Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?

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About the Author: 

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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Interview with Nikki

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? I don’t remember. LOL However, I think it might have been when I was around 8. They used to do these book fairs at our school and we each had to write a book and put it together for parents and other teachers to see. A lot of my classmates hated the whole thing but I loved it! My mom still has my first books. *grin*

How long does it take you to write a book? 

It depends. Many factors come into play when I write but it can take anything from a week to months.

What is your work schedule like when you’re writing? 

Hectic. I don’t really have a work schedule or a process so I write when I can (usually sacrificing sleep and going to bed at 3am). I probably should get a schedule and be more organized but… it’s a work in progress.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Interesting writing quirk? Does writing with music count? I usually prefer writing with music than in absolute silence. The words flow better and it’s a constant source of inspiration.

Tell us about your newest release. Blind Beauty is book 2 in the Witches’ Mischief series (Book 1 is The Golden Cock) and it is a Naughty Fairy Tale. Based on The Ugly Duckling, it tells the story of James and Richard. Tired of being mocked for his appearance, James is on his way to his new home away from everybody and everyone when he meets a certain witch and soon after gets lost in the forest… Eventually, he’ll meet Richard.

What can the readers expect from you in the near future. Well, I’m currently working on the 3rd book in the Witches’ Mischief Series and hope to submit it soon. After that, I have two other ideas in mind, one of them for an anthology featuring the 7 sins. You know of what I speak, Nikki.  *grin*

Where can we find your book(s)?

Amazon.com | Amazon Author Page | Amazon.uk | Amazon.uk Author Page | Evernight Publishing | Evernight Publishing Author Page

Book Excerpt

He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.

“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.

“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”

Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.

“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”

James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.

“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.

Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.

What would it feel like?

Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.

 

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Giveaway: Designs of Desire Audiobook

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Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable-including James-if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

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One Wickedly Sexy Blog Hop

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Hello my lovelies…welcome to my blog and thank you for visiting my erotic romance world!  I’m proud to be a part of such an awesomely Wicked Scavenger Hunt Blog Hop. Thank you Nikki McCarver for allowing me to be a part of this.

Hi I’m Nikki Prince and I write interracial erotic romances with a variety of pairings from contemporary to paranormal.  I’ve been writing off and on for the past thirty-one years almost thirty-two years. Yep I’m dating myself and that’s okay, I don’t mind being forty-three almost forty-four years old. It’s been great finally having my dream come true to be a published author in the last year since I received my first contract in March of 2012.  To date I have fourteen books out with one more coming out on the fourth of July! Smile   Everything around me is used as inspiration for my stories.  It can be a name, some music anything…that is what I adore about writing…it can come from any place.  Below is my question for the scavenger hunt…good luck and have fun!  Please also make sure to visit the others on this hop.

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I’m offering up a e-copy of one of my books in my backlist.  If you want a book in a series I recommend that you get the first book in that series. Though all my series stories can be read as stand alone it’s best to get background from the beginning.  You can find my backlist here:  http://authornikkiprince.com/bookshelf/.

Here’s the blurb for Ridin’ Red:

Once Upon a Dream, 3ridinred

A race against biological time…
After being used to a life of luxury, Anastasia Trumane has the silver spoon ripped from her mouth. And she couldn’t be happier. Hard work fills her with unexpected pride, opening a world of new beginnings and hopefully redemption for her past. But when she sees her old Dom, Lucien Wolf, old hurts surface.

Lucien Wolf is a Dominant who gets what he wants. He’s found his mate in Bruno Hunter, but their bond isn’t complete. They both need Anastasia. Years ago, Lucien unknowingly started the mating bond with Anastasia. An unbreakable bond. One that would hurt them all if not completed.

One woman, two wolves, a triad forged in kink.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), BDSM, m/m sex, rimming, anal sex, spanking

Here is the excerpt where you will find the answer to your question.  It is from book three in my Once Upon A Dream Series in the Naughty Fairy Tale line from Evernight Publishing.  Warning this book contains:

Once again this is a hot excerpt!

“You’re tense, Luc. Let me release some of that tension for you.”

Lucien knew full well what that meant. He’d give him a blowjob, one that was quick and fast, meant to satisfy him in this moment and get him through to the next. Bruno brought his hands down and undid the zipper of Lucien’s jeans. He freed Lucien’s thick cock from the confines of those pants and groaned.

“Bruno, you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh believe me, I know I don’t have to do it. I want to though. It’s been hours since I had your cock in my mouth. You’re all wound up. What kind of mate would I be not to fix that if I can?” Bruno used his free hand to cup Lucien’s balls then dipped his head to lick his tongue over the weeping tip.

“Mm, nothing like car sex to release some testosterone.”

“This is for you. Relax and enjoy this.” When Bruno gave another long swipe of his tongue over the head of his cock, Lucien hissed in pleasure. This wasn’t just sex; this was pure unadulterated need.

Unable to resist, he gripped the back of the other man’s head, forcing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Bruno could take a lot. Luc had been with him long enough to know what his limits were along with his fetishes. Bruno prized himself as a connoisseur of cock and damn if he didn’t prove it each time.

The long swipe of Bruno’s tongue along his shaft and the tightening grip was a sure way to get him to come hard and fast. The alpha rose in him, and he started fucking Bruno’s mouth, he pushed more and more of his cock into that willing mouth until he was hitting the back of Bruno’s throat. Like a champ, Bruno took all of him and gave all of himself.

“Fuck!” He came hard, his cum spurting into Bruno’s mouth, and the man took it in stride, sucking harder and drinking down every last bit of cream that flowed until he’d sucked Lucien dry. Lucien sagged back against the seat, swallowing hard to try to get his breathing back under control. All the while Bruno readjusted Lucien’s pants and moved back into his seat as if nothing had happened. Fuck, he loved him.

“Better?” Bruno questioned.

“Much better, thank you, B.”

“I’d say ‘my pleasure’, but that went both ways.”

“That it did.”

“Now I’m sure you’re a bit more focused.”

“Unquestionably.”

Lucien reached over and stroked Bruno’s cheek. Looking into eyes as blue as his own, he could feel the wolf just beneath the surface calling to his. Bruno was of biracial descent, a striking male with olive-toned skin and a body that was rock hard and drool-worthy. Anyone would want him, but Lucien had been blessed to have him.

“She doesn’t know about me, does she?”

“No, it would have been too much to drop on her at once. She just now found out my true nature. She was afraid, but we were together a long while and I did her no harm. I think that’s what softened the blow.”

Bruno nodded his head.

“From what I’ve seen of her, we have our work cut out for us. She was quite a spitfire at the club a few weeks ago.”

“True, but most of that has to do with being led around by her sister Drusilla and my ill treatment of her. I should’ve kept her with me.”

“Luc, looking back like that isn’t going to change anything. When we get her back, you can apologize then.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, B. I love you.”

“I feel the same about you, and let’s hope you never have to think about doing without me.”

Luc dipped his head in agreement, righted himself in the seat, and then started the car. He had to speak with Doc Fairee. It was time to get the man of magic in on this. Everything Doctor Fairee touched turned to gold; he wanted the same to happen with his, Ana’s and Bruno’s lives.

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YA A Granted Wish and Glowing Dim as an Ember by Iyana Jenna

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This is a part of my blogging in ‘A Granted Wish’ Blog Tour (that now will also feature another story with the title of ‘Glowing Dim as an Ember’) and I’d like to extend my gratitude to Nikki Prince for the opportunity to guest blog on her site. On to my stories

A Granted Wish

Genre: M/M Young Adult
Word count: 1,600
Summary: Being told over and over that he is too young to have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend as the case may be, 15-year-old Cody sends a wish to whoever up there willing to grant it.

This story was inspired by the movie Blue Lagoon and I playfully dubbed it Blue Lagoon 2. It has silliness of a boy that is entangled in a case of ‘be careful what you wish for.’

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Excerpt

Kyle inches slowly, creeps in, and, stealing a quick glance towards the boy sitting next to him, he smiles. He looks down; can feel their fingers entwined together underneath their school bags. He loves seeing the blush on the other boy’s face, feel the slight tremor running through his hand–though from excitement or fear he knows not. They are inside the school bus after all.
He swallows his disappointment when Aiden pulls his hand back. Right. He tries not to show his feeling, looks up and sees the boy’s shy smile toward him, making him feel warm all over.
That’s exactly what he feels every time Aiden is around. In the classroom, at PE sessions, during breaks. He can’t wait. Can’t wait to see him again once he loses sight of him.
“Kyle? What are you doing out there? Get inside and change. Dinner’s ready.”
Startled, Kyle whirls around to find his dad standing at the doorway. He doesn’t realize he’s been standing at the gate, watching the bus that carries Aiden vanish round the corner at the end of the street.

Glowing Dim as an Ember

Genre: Young Adult
Word count: 2,700
Summary: 14 year-old Etienne keeps getting flashes of someone else’s memories. Dancing bears and painted wings are not exactly the things he meets every day especially since he is just a homeless boy living on the cold streets of Paris.
This story was inspired by a song Once Upon a December and the story of Anastasia, the lost princess from Russia. But it’s by no means a story of her as this one is a tale of the boy Etienne and another named Eric in the year of 1840 and before.
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Excerpt
At first he thought he heard it from afar, the roar of a gun blaring, a voice screaming. Or perhaps it was a dream.
But someone was pounding at the door, and he leaped out of bed. Feet entangled in the blankets, he nearly toppled face first onto the floor when a pair of hands caught him and he gasped, panicked.
“You have to go. You have to go!”
“Mama?”
His mother grabbed his boots and pulled them onto his feet, then snatched up his coat and put it on him; she pushed him urgently toward the window.
“Mama!”
His room was on the second story and though the snow outside was thick and soft to cushion his fall, it was pitch black and he really didn’t want to stumble around, cold and with probably a sprained ankle as well.
"Go!" His mother was getting hysterical. “Anna is waiting outside. You will be safe.”
A Granted Wish will be out on April 28, 2013 and Glowing Dim as an Ember on May 5, 2013.
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Ashlynne Laynne

I’d like to thank Nikki for so graciously hosting me today. I’m offering an e-copy of my latest, Blood Promise, to one commenter. Simply, leave a comment with your email address for your chance to win.

The Progeny (The Progeny Series #1)

“No fate other than the one I choose.”

The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseaus— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher-a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna— a beautiful, bi-racial human Wiccan — and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

Blood Bonds (The Progeny Series #2)

“Forever. For always. For eternity.”

The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna’s sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity, but Ascher’s ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover’s scorn and her father’s death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna’s bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.

Blood Promise (The Progeny Series #3)

“Their love is fated by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”

Ascher Rousseau is a half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that happiness never lasts for long.

Darkness is descending and a vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.

Can a supernatural love and the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain extinction?

Excerpt from Blood Promise

Ascher wrenched her so close that his heart pounded against her chest, and he suggestively licked his bottom lip. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” Backing her against the wall, he lifted her until she was eye to eye with him. The heels made her taller but still short of his height.

“Bring it on.” Her lips skimmed his neck, her tongue deliberately tracing circles into his spot, as she pulled the necktie off and tossed it across the room.

His gaze seized her, his hands sliding the zipper down her dress. “You drive me so crazy,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, nipping at the two-carat diamond studs he’d given her as a wedding gift. Blindly feeling for the barrette in her head, his fingers found and removed it. Ringlets of flowing hair cascaded down her back and into both their faces. “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.” He put her down long enough to remove the dress, leaving her in a bra, panties, thigh high stockings and the black high-heeled stilettos. He removed his shirt and jacket, leaving his pants on.

She gave him a look of confusion. “Aren’t you going to undress?”

“For what I have in mind?” He licked his lips again, a hungry glaze in his eyes as he gestured her over to him. “I don’t need to. Come here, love.” His gaze deepened. “Slow— walk slowly toward me. I want to look at you.” He sat on the bed, his eyes wide and devouring, moving up and down her semi-naked form.

Her thoughts clouded and her heart pained with nerves and anticipation. Her legs wobbly, shaking stumps that barely held her up, she talked herself through the basic task of walking. One step…two steps…one foot in front of the other, Shauna. The hormonal shift definitely made him naughtier, but that couldn’t be it. The effects should be long gone by now. She managed to make it over to him without losing her balance.

He pushed her back against the bed. “Down you go.”

“Do you ever get enough?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

“No.” His lips dragged along the throbbing pulse in her neck, sending ripples of current in their wake. “I’ll never get enough of you.” The sensual sliding of his tongue and hot mouth made circuits along each breast, down her quivering stomach, ending at her lacy silk panties. Looping his fingers inside, Ascher slid them down her legs. “You won’t need these either.”

About Ashlynne Laynne

Ashlynne Laynne is a songwriter, poet and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.

Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book four of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow here online on Twitter. Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website, or leave her a note in her Reader Email.

Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.

About The Progeny Series

At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.

All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.

This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.

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Vivi Dumas-Interview and giveaway

Nikki, thank you so much for allowing me to hang out in your spot. I hope your reader find me fun and entertaining. If not, then maybe they’ll just sign up for the giveaway. I’m giving away a Kindle Fire as a part of this blog tour and my release celebration.

Please go to this link to enter the giveaway.

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Nikki:  Are you anything like your heroines or heroes?

Vivi:  This is a good question. I think there is a little piece of me in each of my heroines. I think so far my heroine most like me is Bell LaCoste in my Dueling in the Devil series. Bell was kind of the antagonist in the first book, Soul Catcher, giving everyone Hell. I loved Bell so much, I gave her her own book. I just finished book 2, Sweet Revenge, and it should be out soon.

Bell is tough, independent, and think need anyone, especially a man. This was the younger, more naive Vivi. I had a hard time letting go of my independence when I met my hubby. Bell learns as I did that having someone special in your life enhances the person you are and not take away from it. This can be a tough lesson to learn when you’re stubborn, which Bell and I are both gifted at being. lol

Nikki:  Where can readers find you (What websites, emails etc)?

Vivi:  I’m everywhere but the best places to hang with me are…

Website: www.vividumas.com

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/vividumasfanhub

Twitter: @viv_dumas

Nikki:  What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Vivi:  This may sound corny, but it’s true. Between my day job, writing, the multiple other writing relation projects I have, and the hours my hubby works, every minute I have away from those things, I spend hanging with my husband. When the kids are home, I have with them. I have very limited amounts of downtime, so I try to make it count and spend it with the people who are important to me. Every now and again I try to sneak out and hang with my girlfriends. It seems those opportunities get fewer and further between.

Outside of that. I usually double duty everything. I have my favorite shows on TV. I like to travel, but it’s difficult sometimes. I like interior decorating, crocheting, READING, eating (need to find a way not to like this), and I have a curious mind – I like learning new things.

Yes. I know. I’m a little schizophrenic. I would say I’m working on it, but I kinda of like being this way. Never a dull moment.

Nikki:  Favorite dessert?

Vivi:  Yep. Dessert in general. Anything chocolate is a double yep. Lol.

Nikki:  Favorite way to relax?

Vivi:  My favorite way to relax is a beach, a book and a fruity drink.

Nikki:  What TV shows do you watch?

Vivi:  Oh so many. Where do I start? My very favorite is Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper is my nerd crush. I watch a lot of the investigative/mystery type shows, like NCIS, Bones, CSI, and Criminal Minds. Then on the other side, I love my paranormals, like Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Being Human, Charmed (still watch reruns before work in the morning), and True Blood. Then completely on the flip side I watch a lot of the history channel and the learning channel. I like to find out about other cultures and times. I have an abundance of useless information stored in my brain.

Oh…also an HGTV junkie on Saturdays.

Nikki:  Tell us five things about you, that we wouldn’t know.

Vivi:  Five whole things…let’s see.

I was born in Osan, Korea. Yes. I’m half Korean.

Korean was my first language, but don’t ask me to speak it now. I learned to speak English in school.

I grew up the majority of my youth in Germany. Lived there for seven and a half years.

I used to be in the Army.

I’m allergic to everything or at least it feels like everything. Therefore, I travel with my own linen.

Nikki:  Tell us about your newest release.

Vivi:  Her Black Knight is my newest release from Breathless Press. It’s about a woman name Gwyn, who’s having trouble catching a man due to her interests in all things Medieval. Gwyn’s busy body mother buys here a single’s retreat vacation to England. Gwyn find the man of her dreams, only he isn’t from this time. He’s a 15th century knight from Camelot. But Morien is her perfect match. Sometimes we have to take a leap of faith in order to get watch we’re looking for.

Blurb:

Gwendolyn Braxton was born in the wrong century. She submerges her life into the study of the Renaissance Era. She is the resident expert on all things Arthurian in the DC Metro area, maybe even the U.S. Unfortunately, none of her knowledge helps her to find her own Knight in Shining Armor. Actually, as a Black woman in Washington D.C., it runs men off like the plague. To make things worse, her mother has stepped in to fix her before she plunged into spinsterhood.

Morien Knight is far from home in search of an artifact lost in history, a history he longs to emerge himself back into. His small sabbatical from his mission to participate in the Kentland Castle Resort Renaissance Faire might lead him to exactly where he belongs. Morien learns when dealing with the poetic lessons of his old friend, Merlin, things may not always exist as you expect.

Nikki:  What can the readers expect from you in the near future.

Vivi:  My next release will be Sweet Revenge, which is the second book in my Dueling with the Devil series. I’m also working on book 2 in the Chasing the Grail series. This book is about Macy, a sassy mechanic from Baltimore, who finds herself needing rescuing. Sir Percivale comes to her aid like any good knight would.

Nikki:  Where can we find your book(s)?

Viv:  You can find my books on Amazon, ARE, and most other retail chains, like Barnes and Noble. You can always find the buy links, blurbs and excerpts for my books on my website.

Here are the buy links for Her Black Knight

Amazon | ARE | Breathless Press

Thank you so much for being such a gracious host. I love to hear from readers, so please feel free to reach out to me!

Nikki:  Vivi thanks so much for stopping by and telling us a bit about you and your fascinating new release. I can’t wait to read this myself.

Evernight Publishing Valentine’s Snippet Blog Hop

Hello all and welcome to the Valentine’s Day Snippet Blog Hop 2-10 thru 2-14-2013.  I hope you will join me and the other author’s of Evernight Publishing for a five day blog hop with fun and prizes.

Each author will share a snippet from one of their published books and have a question for you to answer for a chance to win a prize or two from them.  I would also ask that you  leave your name, a comment and an email where you can be contacted and to like Evernight’s Facebook page along with my Facebook page to be entered to win.  One lucky winner will receive a $5 amazon gift card from me.  Good luck and have fun.  Please visit the other authors at the bottom of this post.

I’m going to offer up a snippet from my newest book called Demon Tempted the second book in the Karmic Lust series.  So sit back, read and enjoy.

Blurb:

Karmic Lust, 2

Eva Jackson has had more than her share of lifetimes to play games with other people’s emotions. Now, demoted and devoid of her powers, she’s left with the feeling that there’s something more she’s missing.

Temptation was the one thing that always stood in the way.

Clay Quinones, her demon lover of old, is determined that Eva will walk the straight and narrow and learn the error of her ways. When danger looms, is it too late for these two star-crossed lovers to love one another again? Or will Eva’s past make it hard for a demon to be redeemed?

Be Warned: anal sex, m/m interaction

 

Excerpt:

He positioned himself behind her and leaned in close, his face pressed to her ear. “Any time you call my name.” He nipped her earlobe. His words seemed incomplete to her, and she had to ask.

“Any time I call your name what?”

“It will bring me to you. We still have that connection.”

As he spoke, he’d placed his hands on the front buttons of her white shirt. Slowly he freed each one from its buttonhole until he spread her shirt wide. She was on display for him, and it thrilled her. Strong, capable hands undid the front clasp of her bra, and he pulled the cups away from her breasts.

Clay was right—there was a connection. There always had been, but she was determined to break it. To have him relinquish his hold on her one way or the other was her goal. But first … first she needed his touch.

The wet heat of his tongue made her whimper as he licked across her earlobe and then down to her neck. He grasped her breasts and tugged at the nipples in unison.

“Don’t stop the show, Eva.” His command ran through her head.

“You need to stop telling me what to do, Clay.”

Though she said this, she couldn’t stop even to prove him wrong. Her thighs were already coated in her juices, and more of it was spilling out in copious amounts as she thrust in two fingers and began to finger fuck herself.

“You have a full store out there, Eva. So are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming so hard that they hear every little sound you make?”

She sobbed and bit her lip. His words affected her in a way that she was sure he wanted. The thought of being the center of attention while coming was thrilling to her. He knew her every little secret.

“I want that, Clay, but not here…” she stuttered out, and swallowing, she tried to sound a bit more convincing, “not here.”

“Then I suggest when you start coming, you press your mouth to my arm and muffle the sound.” He kissed her hard and then nipped her bottom lip. “Now back to making yourself come for me.”

“This wasn’t for you,” she gasped out as the sensations originating from her hand radiated throughout her body. Liar, her body seemed to say.

“That’s my Eva, strong-willed and always ready for a fight even in the midst of a highly erotic situation.” He smacked his fingers against her clit, and she groaned. “Let me let you in on a little secret. This is always for me.”

She was too far gone to argue that point with him, and his smack just sent her into a hard orgasm. With a moan she pressed her mouth to his arm to try to stifle the sound of her coming. When her body finally stopped shaking, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Clay was still looking down at her with a smirk. She watched in awe as he brought his hand up from her pussy and licked his fingers clean.

“I’ve always adored how you taste, Eva.”

She tried to not let his words bring up the jealousies that she’d been holding on to forever. It was time to let those go, right? But the old adage of habits dying hard and all that jazz seriously did apply. She wanted to ask him why he had always seemed to be following after Lili if he adored and wanted her.

Jealousy. It had to stop, but how?

“Shut up and kiss me, Clay.”

He smirked more and leaned back in, kissing her deeply. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her juices as their tongues dueled. Sometimes it was better to not talk. She knew that now.

 

How’s that for adding some heat to a Valentine’s Day blog hop?

 

Now for the question:  What did Clay tell Eva would always happen?

 

Other Books in the Karmic Lust series:

Demon Mine