Hearts On Fire Valentines Hop

I wanted to do something a little different from just talking about Valentines Day or a 

Valentines Day story…I wanted to discuss how I see love. I write interracial and multicultural romances. As my tagline says “Where Love Is Colorblind.”  I truly believe that love is colorblind or it should be.  We are all human and the color of your skin, where your from shouldn’t matter.  I will even go as far to say that, that even transcends to gender.  In this blog hop I will be giving away a book from my backlist excluding the print books.  If the winner (from my blog) picks a series…please pick the first book in the series.  In order to win you must comment on the blog post and share this post on Facebook and twitter.  If you don’t have twitter just let me know within your comment.

 Grand prize is a heart pendant with a 20 carat lab ruby and 14k gold chain PLUS signed paperbacks from each author  – entire series by Victoria and Kym.  Now on to the post…

 

 

First and foremost I want to say interracial romances are still just romances. They have the added flavor of bringing different races together but when you peel back the layers it should still have all the elements of a regular romance story.

 

One thing that I think of when is to remember the history of interracial relationships. Is the marriage of Richard and Mildred Loving. They married in 1958 when it was illegal to do so. Interracial marriages didn’t become legal until 1967 and sadly enough the last state that held on till 2000 was Alabama.

 

So when one thinks of that and writes IR it’s still brand new territory.

 

Why do I write Interracial Romances?

I think there are several reasons people choose to write them. There isn’t truly an easy answer or a right answer. I do it because I wanted to see myself in a heroine. I have been involved in interracial relationships since I was a teen. My parents were military and we didn’t ever see anyone’s color we saw the person beneath the skin. I also like writing interracial love because I have two small biracial children who need to see people that represent who they are in love.

 

I’d also like to add that there is so much flavor when you pepper a story with people from different cultures. I also hope that my characters always show that they are true to themselves and through their conflict there is growth.

 

I have several books which feature a black woman and a white male but I’ve also written where my male characters are Latino. I even went outside of the box and wrote a lesbian couple who were a black female and a white female. To me love sees no color right along without seeing someone’s gender.

 

Happy Valentines day to all!

 

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Color of Love Blog Hop

I am honored to be a part of the Color of Love Blog Hop! As my tagline states for me Love is Colorblind. We should all be able to love who we love without gender oColorofLove_Bloghopr color being an issue. I love to write interracial relationships

I have several books which feature a black woman and a white male but I’ve also written where my males are Latino. I even went outside of the box and wrote a lesbian couple who were a black female and a white female. To me love sees no color right along without seeing someone’s gender. I grew up in a military family. My mother and father let us follow our hearts. I’m so glad they did. It allowed me to be open about what a relationship should feel like and be like. Thank you mom and dad.

 

I believe love should be color blind…there is so much we can all offer one another. My latest story in my Once Upon A Dream series features a black man and a white woman involved in an interracial relationship. I love to have strong characters that speak to me. This is book five in the series and the proceeding books all have interracial couples.  I write whatever my muse tells me to write as far as pairings and races. I think we all have the god given right to be happy and to thrive with the one we love.

Check out my latest Naughty Fairy Tale

 

Freeing His Swan Dancer

 

Once Upon a Dream, 5

Odette Dubois is running from her past so fast she can’t see the future standing right in front of her. Dante Roberson has stood on the outside looking in for far too long. Odette is his and he’s going to make sure that she understands that. What will happen when the two collide?

Fearful that her past will come back to haunt her, she refuses to get involved with Dante. She fears her imprisoned ex, Jace Rothbart, and what’s he’s capable of. He tried to kill her once, why not try again?

Dante he will show Odette she has nothing to fear. When the past sneaks up to haunt them, Odette and Dante must band together with help from their friends to survive.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking, ice play, voyeurism, fff sex

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Excerpt (explicit)

“Shit! You scared me,” she hissed softly so that her son wouldn’t hear.

“I called your name; you must have been engrossed in deep thought. Why so jumpy, babe?”

“Stop calling me babe and please just back up.”

“O, don’t be like that. I haven’t been this close to you in weeks. What’s the problem?”

With a soft huff, she turned around and turned off the fire under the food. She could tell getting him to just stop without burning the food wasn’t going to be an easy task. He still hadn’t moved, and she gasped suddenly as he once again invaded her space.

He put his hands on her waist and tugged her close. She could feel the hard contours of his body through her thin sundress, and the electric heat of his touch sizzled right down to her clit. His erection pressed into her stomach through his clothing. Damn, I don’t need this, can’t handle his touch.

She pressed her hands to his chest to ward him off. It was too bad for her that his chest was hard as steel and just as hard to budge. She looked up into his handsome face and was mesmerized for a split second until he leaned in to kiss her. She gasped and turned her face away so that his full lips just grazed her cheek.

“The problem is that you’re Jace’s best friend and I’m his…”

She knew she was stretching it. Dante had stopped being friends with Jace a long time ago. She was grasping at straws to keep him safe.

“His ex-wife and he’s my ex-friend. Period. You want this as much as I do.” He grasped her hand in his and placed it on his cock between them, and both of them groaned in unison. “I could take you right here, so hard and so fast our heads would spin. Just think about how good my cock would feel inside you as I thrust so deep. Deep enough that as I kiss you I could fucking taste myself.”

The pressure of his body kept her hand locked against him, and he rocked into her grip. The touch of his lips to her shoulder as he licked and nipped made her heart speed up, and she whimpered. “Tell me you don’t feel our connection. That you don’t desire to be fucked within an inch of your life.”

“Dante…”

“No, just enjoy this…us.”

Odette allowed herself to be lulled into the sexual atmosphere between her and Dante. It had been way too long since someone made her body sing like this. Truth of the matter was that Dante had a way of making her forget herself and need things that only he could provide. He was right they had a connection. She’d never denied that. What she shied away from was deepening her relationship with him. She was all wrong for him even if he was all right for her.

“You have me so hard I’m close to shattering into a million pieces.”

That was a big revelation coming from a man who was in control at all times. His dominant side was naturally nurturing, and he cared for those in his life before himself. It was empowering for her to know she brought him to the edge.

Leaning up, she whispered in his ear, “You’d come in my hand if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I’m that ready and in that much of a need for you.”

Always one to improvise she grabbed a few wipes from the container off the counter they were next to and then tucked them between her breasts. They would be used to clean him once he came. His words spurred her on, and she brought her other hand between him as he moved a little away from her and she undid the zipper of his jeans. Glancing down she took her hand and slipped it inside his boxers and freed his cock. He was pierced, and she licked her lips. She stroked the tips of her fingers over the titanium ring. Once she had him fully within her grasp she glanced over her shoulder to check on Jamie. Her son was so engrossed in the television she had every confidence that she could do this quickly.

“You’re leaking…” she whispered softly. He was long and thick, and she loved to look at his cock.

“Yes, I’m leaking for you and because of you. Jerk me off.”

It was a command. What a thrill she received from his commands. She started slowly at first and then sped up, wanting to get him off. His breathing became harsh the closer he got to coming. Faster and faster she stroked, loving that he moved with her rhythm. It didn’t take long from that point, and he was groaning deeply as he shot off.

Odette stroked through his orgasm, milking him of his cum and only stopping when his hands flexed against her waist. It was his way of telling her enough. She released him, took the wipes, and then she cleaned him up and zipped him up.

 

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Prizes for the blog hop:

 

 

  • 1st prize: $50 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks

 

  • 2nd prize: $30 Amazon gift card+ 8 ebooks

 

 

  • 3rd prize: $20 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks

 

 

  • 4th prize: $10 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks

 

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Scars by Kiru Taye

Book Title: Scars (Part 1, Scars Trilogy)

Author: Kiru Taye

Series: Passion Shields

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Line: Romance On The Go (Sexy Shorts/Novellas)

Genre: Contemporary romance, interracial

Heat level: 3scarsl1m

 

She clutches at control to cover her flaws.

He wants to strip her bare because she’s beautiful.

Selina Moss hides a secret beneath her controlled happy exterior. Her body is covered in scars and she’s never revealed them to anyone. She’s not beautiful and she doesn’t want pity.

However, it’s her wedding night and husband, Benjamin Moss, is determined to strip down her barriers.

Benjamin is not playing fair, not when he’s deploying breath-stealing seduction as well as mind-melting sex toys. But will he still want her when she bares all?

Adult content: Sex Toys, Spanking and Bondage.

Available from: Evernight Publishing

Excerpt – Scars by Kiru Taye

“There’s something I need to show you in our suite upstairs.”

The corners of his mouth lifted in a boyish grin as the lift doors opened. Her gaze fixated on his lips—sensuously full, they were a mix of firmness on the edges and softness on the inside—and she wondered if he would kiss her.

Her pulse rate skyrocketed as they rode up and he pulled her into the circle of his arms. He looked so handsome in his fitted charcoal suit, broad torso tapering at the hips. Leaning this closely to him, his taut muscles beneath the soft silk fabric offered protection as well as a glimpse of the possession to come. With her head on his shoulder, his all-male spice permeated her pores with every breath she took.

“You do know we can’t leave our guests at the reception just for a quickie,” she said. Tilting her head so she could see his face, she curled her lips in an I’d-like-you-to-take-me smile. Her womb contracted in agreement.

Truth was, she needed to get laid—the hot, fast, sweaty kind. Since she agreed to marry Ben they hadn’t been together, not even for a hand job. The mad rush to organise a wedding ceremony in such a short period of time, his insistence for her to move her things into his waterside penthouse apartment in Chelsea, combined with a pretty hefty schedule at work for both of them had left little time for anything else.

“Who says we can’t?”

He kissed her, a ruthless sweep of his tongue and demand of his lips. She clutched the lapels of his jacket, hanging on as sensation assaulted her.

Beneath her dress, her lacy thong got soaked as she squirmed against him. She’d worn the skimpy underwear to avoid panty-lines showing through her dress. Perhaps she should’ve chosen something sturdier like French knickers.

When he lifted his head, she was breathless, panting.

“Ben?” she asked when she finally got her voice back.

The dark colour of his suit emphasised the intensity of his eyes and complemented his tanned skin. With his South African heritage, his skin tone was always on the golden side, despite the recent bad weather and lack of sunshine.

“No. But I’ve got the next best thing for you.”

They stepped out of the lift, and he opened the door to the bridal suite. She followed him in, heart pounding in excitement.

“By the time the reception is over, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

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About Kiru Taye

A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.

During the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.

When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.

You reach her via her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or Pinterest

Follow her blog for latest news and giveaways: http://kirutayewrites.blogspot.com

Read book excerpts and free short stories on her website: http://www.kirutaye.com

 

A little Q&A about The Bond by Shyla Colt and Nikki Prince

I’m so very excited to announce that the collaboration between myself and Shyla Colt is out and now available.  This book was so fun to write.  I had such a great partner in Shyla.  Shyla and I wanted to do something fun so we interviewed each other and asked three questions each, take a look!

Nikki:  What is your inspiration when you’re writing?

Shyla:   I’m inspired by my characters. Their struggles, triumphs, joys, and pains become my own. Sometimes it’s therapeutic, and I find myself unearthing skeletons, and bringing them to the light. It’s my ultimate goal that every piece I write is better than the one before, and can benefit the reader. Wither it be a break from their reality, kinship, or a deep connection.
Nikki: The book The Bond, how easy was it to write?

Shyla:  I think it was easier to write with a friend. You’re bouncing concepts of one another, having a good time, and getting instant, honest feedback.
Nikki:   What do you do in your downtime if you have it?

Shyla:  Sleep? * laughs. Read, watch movies, and craft.

Now on to my questions from Shyla!

Shyla:  The main characters are Puma’s. What made you pick that particular animal?

Nikki:  If I remember correctly we both wanted to do something different instead of the normal shifters that most people do as in the werewolves. So then we thought long and hard what would be a great cat to have for the story and Rafe and Sanura both fit Puma for us. This was such a wonderful story to write and to do it with such a great friend and fantastic author was an honor.

Shyla:  What book are you reading now?

Nikki:  I actually just finished reading a short story called Haley’s Man by Sara Daniel. Not currently reading anything, busy writing away and working the day job.

Shyla:  What paranormal creatures would you like to write about in the future?

Nikki:  I want to write dragon shifters, avian shifters of some sort…really everything is wide open. I love the paranormal realm. Everything at this point is wide open and I like that. I love that there is so much out there to write and dream about.

So now we want to share our story with you.  Check out our blurb, our sexy cover art and an excerpt!

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Sanura Bast is willing to risk everything to keep her Pride of Pumas safe from Logan’s scheme to sell their land off to the highest bidder, including masquerading as his fiancée. After almost a year playing a role that disgusts her, she gets the intangible proof she’s been looking for. Desperate to end the charade, she turns to her ally, Rafael.
Banished for losing his control with a human, Rafael’s been looking for a way back to his Pride and to Sanura ever since. The woman set his blood on fire before she was old enough to accept what he wanted from her. Together they plot to stop Logan before he becomes chief, and now she has the proof they need to save her Pride. With that goal in sight, Rafael is ready to take what’s always been his and claim Sanura as his own.

Excerpt:

Sanura studied herself in the mirror, immediately recognizing the hunger that lurked in the dilated depths of her hazel eyes. She freed her hair from its elastic prison, pleased by the golden highlights brought out in the auburn tresses that fell to her shoulders. A lady wanted to look good for her gentleman, no matter what the circumstances. Blood filled her face. Desire stirred once more at the thought of an able-bodied male. There was no use denying she’d reached the pinnacle of her cycle.

The circumstances that had brought her to this point were daunting, but the meeting she’d set up for the evening would hopefully end all that.  It angered her that the archaic tradition of the Pride choosing mates was still in place. If she hadn’t been engaged they would’ve forced her to bond with him. There was a big difference between mating and bonding, sort of like comparing fucking to marriage.

If only she could solve all of this by riding out her cycle, literally if she had anything to say about it, and go back to her Pride a single woman once more in control of her destiny. A soft groan escaped parted lips as her need increased. The intense arousal moved through her body, as if to mock her train of thought.

Bracing her weight against the sink, she gripped the edge of the counter as she fought to tamp down an orgasm. She’d waited as late as she could to get to the hotel, because she was afraid of being trailed. Now the fire that burned inside her needed to be extinguished. Her nipples peaked beneath the comfy black track suit, and her panties grew damp from the abundance of cream she produced. A small moan escaped, and she willed him to arrive and soon.

This was what the Pride’s shaman had warned her about. Unlike the other females in her Pride, her breeding cycle was very unique. As the daughter of their Chief, she was the only alpha female in her Pride. When her cycle came Sanura had to mate with an alpha male to end her heat. This was fine, until the Pride had decided it was time for her to bond and determine the next in line for Chief. Bonding for her people was different from most. For them it was a choice, not a biological response. The sharing of souls was a deeply spiritual experience she refused to have soiled by Pride politics. Her father would be upset. But he loved her. Eventually he’d get over the fact that she’d thwarted his plans to choose her path for her. Especially, when he found out about all of Logan’s lies.

Another wave of desire threatened to buckle her knees, shattering her thought process. I can’t even be out in public like this. Thank God, she was in her room right now. Sanura attempted to redirect her thoughts and failed, biting back a scream as her body shuddered and the wave began to build once more.

Her gaze was drawn to the bed where a night of passion would provide her with freedom she craved. No one else seemed to understand her urgency. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of her bra. She gasped, and she sprang into action. Kicking off the black sneakers and socks, she slipped out of the track pants and white tank top, leaving the pieces where they fell. She had to come, even if it was by her own hand. The door opened with a soft click, and her breathing quickened. He was here, moving toward the bathroom by the sound of it. Fuck! There’s no time to get dressed again.

His scent ensnared her, musk and forest pines blended, throwing her heat into overdrive as it tickled her nostrils. Her gaze was drawn to the doorway like a magnet, and she watched him approach, his broad body shrouded in shadows. Anticipation ran rampant. He was about six two with long silky black hair, copper-toned skin, and eyes that mirrored a dark abyss. Rafael looked like his Native American ancestors. An unusual blend of Latin and Native American the man turned heads wherever he went. As he entered the bathroom he held up his hand to show her a red blindfold.

“What’s that for?” she whispered.

“For you, of course. I can see that you almost started the party without me.”

“No, you need to go back into the room. Let me dress so we can talk.”

“We’re not going anywhere until I claim you as I should’ve a long time ago.”

He moved forward, and she could see the intent in his eyes, the blindfold still dangling from his fingers.

“Rafael­­.”

“No, no excuses. I’m going to show you what it’s been like to wait.”

Pleased she offered him her back, turning away from the mirror. He pressed his body against her. The feel of cloth covering her eyes was so sensual it made her shudder. The red cloth stole away her vision, and her heart thudded in her chest. Her ears twitched, and her nostrils flared as her other senses heightened.

His body was firm and tight beneath his layer of clothing. The bulge in his pants nudged her back, making her wonder if he’d planned this all along. His teeth grazed her neck, and all thoughts fled. A low mewl of pleasure released from her throat. She reveled in the relief from the burning heat that swamped her body.

Buylinks:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Bond-ebook/dp/B00DRHM36M/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_2

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Shyla’s Author Bio

Told once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.

Where you can find her

Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/authorshyla.colt?fref=ts

Blog: www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Website: www.shylacolt.com

Twitter: @Shylacolt

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director.  She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/NikkiPrinceAuthor

Twitter: @Authornprince

Red Light Special by Gynger Fyer

He says he’s innocent…
Bronte Montoya world falls apart when she is confronted with her husband’s infidelity, but was he really unfaithful?

He sure looks guilty…

Roman Ernesto Montoya maintains his innocence. The only problem, he can’t tell his wife the truth…just yet.

EXCERPTS:

Bronte Montoya was cursed with lateness. She was late being born, late to start school, late to her prom, late to her wedding, and from the looks of it, she was going to be late to her divorce.

Roman Ernesto Montoya looked at his expensive watch. He was going to be late. The elevator was nearly full and would likely stop at every floor on the way up. When a guy carrying a bunch of shiny, silver-backed balloons hopped on, his mood darkened. This month used to be a special time for him and his wife…used to be. So far she had refused all the flowers he’d sent to her and turned down nearly all his calls and invitations to meet. They’d only spoken twice in two months.

The elevator bounced once and then stopped. Ernesto waited a moment until he felt safe moving.
He could only partially see her face but he knew who she was. Her hair was totally different, parted down the center and falling in a cascade on both sides of a beautiful oval-shaped face, which had been his morning Renoir for the last ten years. He’d seen that face filled with joy when they’d gotten married, contorted in pain during the birth of their children, wrinkled in concern when he was feeling ill, and awash in ecstasy as he bought her to pleasure during their lovemaking.

Hanging up, Ernesto looked over to Bronte whose body was silhouetted by the glow from the buttons. It was amazing how far away she seemed even in the tiny elevator. He’d done that to them, all in the name of protecting what he now realized didn’t really matter. If he lost his family in the process… If he lost Bronte…
You are not going to lose her. All this will be over, today. Then the hard part begins, he assured himself.
“So, what do we do now?” Her voice was clipped as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked forward.
Ernesto could see her stiffened spine in the soft lighting. It was then that he fully noticed all her changes. Gone were the soft, feminine pant suits, and comfortably low heels. In their place was living breathing sexiness. To his dismay, Bronte had lost a good bit of weight since he’d last seen her. He’d always rejoiced at her curves, loving the slightly protruding flesh of her belly and her curvy hips, which led into thick thighs. Her breasts were small and flat, more nipple than anything else. Bronte hated her breasts, always wanting them to be bigger, fuller. Ernesto preferred them the way they were. He loved the way her nipples jutted out, so prominent and bold. Perfect for his tongue to flick and suckle, perfect for him. Bronte was the quintessential pear shape and he relished sinking his teeth into her juicy goodness. The thought of tasting her lips and sucking her large nipples, which were nearly obsidian against her dark brown skin, had his mouth watering and his cock stiffening.

BIO:

I’m Gynger Fyer (pronounced Ginger Fire) and I pen Interracial/Multi-cultural romance and erotic fiction. Like my name, I like my stories to be bold, spicy and fiery! 
I am an avid reader and fan of romance and erotic fiction.Writing has always been a passion of mine. I believe it’s important to follow your dreams and passions so here I am.
Love, Romance, Relationships and yes, Sex are constant themes in my writing because I believe in being open to the beauty of them. I am intrigued with the journeys we embark upon in the pursuit of Love, Romance, Relationships and Sex. My goal as a writer is to introduce you to characters who are on their journey to find that which is unshakable, unfailable and true. 
I love and respect life and all of it’s contradictions. I seek to use those life experiences in my stories. For me, it all starts out with one question…"WHAT IF?.."
As stated in "The Matrix" movie…"It’s the question that drives us." 
So, I’m in back seat with my laptop, just seeing where the questions take me. 
~Gynger~