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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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The Golden Cock by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

THE GOLDEN COCK (NAUGHTY FAIRY TALE) BLURB:

Kind-hearted Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day, after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a life-changing gift.
“Ice Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears, she decides that he just might be what she needs.
Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way?
Be Warned: multiple partners, MFM, FFM, m/m sex, f/f sex

Available at:

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Excerpt:

“Turn around.” His voice was gruff, his need evident to his ears. Could she hear it too?
His fingers rested for a fraction of a second against the nape of her neck. She froze. Skimming his digits over her shoulders and down her back, the corner of his lips lifted as he heard her exhale heavily. Skillfully, he worked the clasps of her corset and tossed the material on the bed. Wandering back to the mirror, he continued to adjust it. He needed to distance himself from her before succumbing to the temptation she was.
When he looked up again, she had removed her chemise. Pale, perfect skin gleamed under the dancing candle light. Terse breasts with large pink nipples waved hello and a honey-colored thatch called him to come closer and explore. He swallowed dryly. His balls felt heavy and his cock was stiff as a rod. This was going to be much harder than he thought.
“Lie on the bed, lean back on your elbows and keep your legs open.” His voice came out husky and low and he cleared it loudly. Brie nodded and obeyed without a word.
“Can you see your pussy?” he asked, moving the mirror.
She shook her head. “No,” she croaked.
Vincent bit his lip, unsure how to proceed. He needed to prop her up on something so she could gather a better view of her sex. By her words, he had the distinct feeling that Brie was never excited enough when she took men into her chamber. She needed to see how wet and desirable her pussy became when it was really ready to be plundered and she needed to experience her own touch. He swallowed hard as an idea occurred to him.
“Here.” Placing the mirror in a slight angle, he climbed up in bed with her. Spreading his legs around her, he sat so that her back was resting against his chest and her ass was resting between his thighs.
“Open up,” he whispered into her ear. Nodding, she spread her legs. Vincent clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to touch her, to feel that soft skin underneath his fingertips, to taste every inch of that delectable morsel.
“Can you see now?”
“Yes.”
He took in a deep breath. Darn, she smelled good. Clean, like lilacs. She wriggled and her hair tickled his nose, the skin of her thigh rubbing against his leg and making his dick throb with unspent desire.
“What do you see?”
“Hair,” she murmured. He felt her swallow and tremble slightly. Oh, how he wanted to wrap himself around her. No, Vincent.
“Use your hands and open yourself wider.”
“What?” She tilted her head to look at him, her expression confused.
Unable to hold back, Vincent brushed his lips over hers. A current of sorts zinged over his lips at the contact.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s start slower. Caress your thighs, up and down. That’s right.”
He watched carefully as Brie rubbed her fingertips over her skin, coming closer to her quim at every upward stroke. Vincent closed his eyes. The view was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. His cock wept, hidden underneath his robe, and pressed to her back. “Gently, pass your hand over your pussy.”
He felt her breath hitch as her mouth fell open in shock. However, she did not deny him but simply followed his command with a dry swallow. His Adam’s apple bobbed as she ran her hand over her damp thatch.
“Do it again,” he whispered. “Only this time, allow your fingers to touch more of that area,” he urged, his own breath coming out in a rasp.
He briefly glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed. He wanted to buck his hips but he kept steady, giving Brie the opportunity she’d probably been denied all her life: to find her own release. Her hands found her vagina again, but this time she didn’t skim over the curly hairs, but parted them and explored the sticky wetness in between. Had he been standing further away he would have missed it, but pressed behind her, her moan was like a punch to his stomach, feeding the flame of his passion. Vincent closed his eyes, swallowing the groan in his throat and willing himself to relax.
“Again,” he said without opening his eyes.
She repeated the movement, but just as she was about to slide her fingers down to her thighs, he grabbed her hand with his left. Spreading her fingers, he forced her to delve deeper and slide the digits over the fold and curls of her pussy, spreading the wet dew lingering there.
“Vincent,” she whispered his name, her head falling against his shoulder, her body tensing slightly as he led her fingers to caress and touch her vulva repeatedly. Her wet moisture spread from her fingers to his, coating them. He groaned loudly.
“Don’t stop.” Pulling back, he brought his fingertips to his mouth and licked off the sweet honey. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror, desire clashing against desire.

Author Bio:

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.