Caleb by Kim McNiel

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Caleb loves the ladies and can’t keep his ego in his pants. With a new set of legs to wrap around him every two nights, he never thinks about what he’d do if Sarah caught him – until she does.

The repercussions are cataclysmic, giving him a second chance at life. Who is Caleb really? The ego or the man he professes to be? This playa plays to win.

Synopsis:

Living a double life, Caleb is a hard-working and self-assured man, who doubles as an arrogant, cocky and womanizing prick. With his choices of women on a layaway plan, he’s never lonely.

Caleb believes he’s nailed the market on being the ultimate playa and never wonders what the consequences could be if Sarah, his live in, ever found out…until she does. When Sarah turns his life upside down, Caleb loses it and catastrophe follows not far behind.

When his world gets flipped right size up, he begins to realize the things that are really important to him. Although Caleb makes some ultimate sacrifices to save his pride, ego and relationship with Sarah, he still hides one very important secret.

Excerpt:

Stopping at the florist on the way home, I pull in and pick up a dozen pink roses for Sarah. Yes, sucking ass big time.

Hey, if it works…then I’ll be all good. When I’m good, everyone is good. God forbid I get red roses, she’d want to run off to the fucking chapel. That isn’t going to happen to me, not in this lifetime anyways. I stroll in the house.

“I’m home babe,” I yell out, dropping the folder on the table.

“Upstairs,” Sarah yells back. I know this tone.

Skipping two steps at a time, I follow the circular staircase. I dodge the hanging chandelier with my head. Something else she had to have, forgetting I am well over six fucking feet tall.

“Hi darling, these are for you,” I hand her the flowers.

“Why? Because you slammed the phone down in my ear earlier?”

And…here we go! She’s such a bitchacoholic.

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Kim McNiel is a good ole’ country girl at heart. She was born and raised in a small Texas town called Spring. As the mother of three, she spent most of her adult life dedicated to raising her family. With her children almost grown, she decided to fulfill her dream of writing. Her best friend told her ‘pen to paper sweetie, be you, and never give up.’ She took his advice and didn’t. She writes contemporary and steamy romance, erotic romance, and has several projects in the fire to look forward to.

His Guardian Witch by Angelina Rain

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HIS GUARDIAN WITCH

Is love stronger than magic?

Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.

Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?

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Excerpt:

Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.

No, she shouldn’t look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn’t come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.

Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel’s head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.

She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.

His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.

"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."

She didn’t reply to Daniel’s statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.

Daniel stood, too. "You can’t deny you were thinking about it, too."

"I wasn’t denying anything."

He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. "I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed."

"You don’t have a bed. It was stolen."

His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. "The floor, then." Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.

She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.

Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.

Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. "You mean the hard-on. It means you’re excited. It’s totally natural."

Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. "No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?"

"Shit!" Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.

"I’m guessing something is wrong."

"Very wrong."

The flame didn’t go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.

"Come on, we have to go!" She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. "What…" He stuttered. "What just happened?"

"The spell didn’t work. Peace and forgiveness didn’t get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it."

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The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3 Anthology (Logan’s Captive) by Michaela Rhua

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This anthology which is released on 5th April – started over a year ago as a fun project with my critique group who blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers. The idea was to link stories together around the same bar – The Blood Bar. Book 1 The Alphas and Book2 The Protectors are already available at an eBook seller near you. But Book 3 The Enforcers came out on 5th April! It features 4 stories written by Kiru Taye, Alyssa Fox and Caledonia St. James and myself.

The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.

When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don’t expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men…

My story is called Logan’s Captive.

Blurb

One visit to The Blood Bar and life will never be the same. Fed up with her life, Kyla looks forward to meeting up with her friends. Only events take an unexpected turn and Kyla is rescued by Logan, who seems determined to keep her captive.

Logan didn’t come to Scotland looking for a mate. But the scent of this sexy woman calls to his wolf and he knows he has to claim her. The only problem is she is human or so she thinks.

Excerpt

He got up and walked to the window, long legs taking confident strides, almost like an animal prowling. She saw his defined back and shoulders flex with each step. Kyla snuggled into the pillow, enjoying the feast of powerful man in front of her. Logan reached to open the curtains and the morning light shone in.

Kyla sighed at the sight of him, letting her eyes drink him up, his wide muscular shoulder, and a hard six-pack, leading to tapered hips. Her gaze followed down. His jogging bottoms were low on hips she would love to wrap her legs around. Suddenly, her mouth was dry and she found it hard to swallow. Her mind raced with images of her hands gliding over his arms, palms on his hard chest traveling to what lay under his jogging bottoms.

She gasped audibly. What was happening? Where was she getting all these thoughts from? Hearing her gasp brought Logan onto the bed, and his hands onto her shoulders.

"You okay, my sweet?" Blue eyes full of concern looked into her soul. Oh, his scent was intoxicating to her senses; she closed her eyes and breathed him in deeply. A musky, spicy, warmth drifted off him. Kyla sighed again, leaning forward to get closer. Logan’s hands held her still.

"Kyla, listen to me. We need to talk." His voice was insistent.

She opened her eyes, hearing him, but not listening. Her hands reached out on their own accord, and her fingertips brushed his chest, gliding over his nipples and travelling down. Her brain fought the instinct to touch, yet her body ached to touch him.

"Oh God, you’re killing me here!" Logan growled.

"Am I?" Kyla spoke through a drunken haze.

He grabbed her wrist before she was able to touch his erection that was so obvious. "Stop; you don’t know what’s going on," he ground out, shaking her shoulders gently.

"Logan, kiss me, touch me, please," Kyla begged as she rose onto her knees.

Her free hand moved from his chest to his neck, pulling him forward. Eyes focused on his lips, she parted her own as he came so close their breath intermingled. The air around her seemed hot and heavy. She felt his broad hand move around her waist as he brought her to him, chest to chest. She lifted her chin, just as his lips captured her in a kiss that sent all her senses wild. His lips gentle at first, teasing, but as she groaned into him she heard him growl. He increased the pressure, crushing him to her. His other hand fisted her hair so he could lock her to him. Kyla was lost, completely.

I hope you like the sound of that. Here are the buy links and more about me below.

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Michaela Rhua

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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Ashlynne Laynne

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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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Author Casea Major–Night with a Dom

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Beginning on March 28 going through April 2, 2013,

Night with a Dom is FREE and One Knight in Brooklyn is .99 cents!

You can get Night with a Dom and One Knight in Brooklyn on Amazon.

Night with a Dom

Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.

At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.

The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?

One Knight in Brooklyn

After signing up for a one-night stand through an exclusive matching agency, hopeless romantic Marianne Caldwell is swept away to a medieval land where she hopes to spend the night with a worthy man of honor.

Unsure of how she got from the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas to a castle in the English countryside, Mare finds Robert, whose stunning physique and winning smile immediately convince her he’s the Robin Hood she’s been seeking. But despite his efforts in saving her from a corrupt sheriff, his Jersey Shore accent and coarse ways unravel her romantic visions.

With her fairytale fantasies coming unhinged, Mare must decide if Robert is just a crass car salesman from Brooklyn or the chivalrous knight she’s looking for.

Bio

Prior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Major worked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for ten years. She is now a full-time mom to three preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily…most of the time. When she isn’t chained to her laptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting.

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Raven McAllan’s- Will You Dance Miss Laurence?

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Raven’s Ramblings on how an accidental eavesdropping gave me the idea for Will You Dance Miss Laurence?

A while ago a germ of an idea came to me as I was sitting on a plane on my way back from Hong Kong. (name dropping lol) I overheard someone talking about dancing, and how what they’d seen was more like sex than the rumba! That got my mind whirling.

Will You Dance Miss Laurence? was the result…

Blurb…

Dancing lessons were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your knickers on?

Shibari Master Ryan is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.

Will her past allow her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?

And a wee tease…

"I expect you to answer me, Ava. You did it so beautifully when we last met. ‘Yes, Sir’ will be the proper response. So, I ask again, are you ready for your first lesson?" She swallowed and Ryan guessed she was wondering if she did indeed want what lesson he could teach her. He could almost read her mind, her face was so expressive.

"Um…" She blinked several times and rubbed her hands down her skirt. Damp palms perhaps? That’s good.

"Yes, I think so. Oh, er, Sir." The last word tumbled out as if she was worried he would walk away without the title. Ryan chose to ignore her hesitation.

"Good, take off your dress." He folded his arms, as he wondered how she would react to such a direct command.

"Eh?" A soft rosy glow suffused her cheeks.

"You heard. Take it off or walk away. Your choice. From now you do as I say." He didn’t elaborate. He knew it would be no such scenario. Any person could negotiate a scene, and if they chose to, then walk away. His stark order might be cruel, but Ryan was intrigued just how Ava would react. He had a feeling that under her quiet demeanor was a hot, feisty woman just begging to be let free once more.

She blinked again.

Dammit, is this Morse code? Because it’s a helluva long while since I was a Boy Scout.

Ryan tapped his foot slowly and deliberately.

"Then I go." Ava walked past him, stopped and made her way back to stand in front him once more. Her five foot three height made her crane her neck to look up at his face. "I do nothing without freedom of choice, mate."

"Sir. And good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s talk." He took her arm and walked to where he’d put the bench earlier and wished he could adjust his cock, which was rubbing his leather trousers as it swelled and demanded attention. Her attitude was one he preferred, and Ryan looked forward to their exchanges. He was under no illusion that they would be many and less than fiery and often. "Sit legs astride, there’s a good girl. Let your pussy feel the leather. It might be soft, but It will make you wet. Are you going to stain my bench, love?"

"What?" It was a squeak rather than a word. "Oh god, I can so not do this. I’m sorry, and I don’t even know your name, but this is so not me. What on earth made Jane think I’d want knickerless lessons is beyond me. Seriously, I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time, but I’m not who or what you want. Whatever that is, it’s not me. Really, it’s not. Hells bells, I’m an ordinary overweight thirty eight year old widow with a dr…well with nothing that would interest you I’m sure. So Mr. … Sir … er, whatever, I’ll be off." She tried to tug her arm away from him.

He’d never met anyone who could babble so much so fast, and still have breath left. He held his hand up, and to his surprise, she stopped the pull. It was just as well, because she had the stamina and strength of an anchorman in a tug of war team. He grinned inwardly. Definitely not the build of one though.

"Calm down, sit how you want for now, and listen to me." She glared at him, and Ryan knew she teetered on the edge of acquiescing or slapping him senseless. However, she nodded and perched on the edge of the bench, the skirt of her dress tucked firmly under her and tight across her legs. Ryan was certain she had no idea how enticing the dark shadow of her pussy curls was. Even though he preferred a smooth hairless cunt, he wanted to be the one to make it so, and this hint of things to come had his body taut.

"Okay, but no siring or anything…"

He chuckled, he’d bet his new cuffs he’d have her Siring him before she left.

"My name is Ryan. Ryan Culliver." He saw the moment the significance of his name registered.

Raven lives with her long suffering, dust bunny accepting husband ,and two cats, on the edge if a forest in Scotland.

She loves men in kilts and hates midges. However she’ll put up with the second to drool over the first.

You can find her (usually eating chocolate, drinking coffee and procrastinating) at

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Isabella Olivia Ellis—Becoming His Little One

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Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.

As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they’ve found is worth the fight to keep it.

Excerpt-His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.

He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.

When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.

He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”

Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.

“You’re already making mistakes. You’re too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken.” He growled.

“Yes, sir.” She replied, not missing a beat.

He smiled coldly. “That’s better.” With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.

“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.

Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.

Confused, she looked up at him.

Smiling deviously, he said, "Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long."

And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.

After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.

Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. "What is that thing?"

He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. "It’s a spreader bar, Little One. You’ve never seen one?"

"I have never even heard of that."

"Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That’s good, now straighten your knee. Good." He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.

Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn’t make a peep of complaint.

Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.

With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. "Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One," Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.

"Yes, Sir." She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.

His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.

The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn’s sensitive ass lay exposed.

Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.

"I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?"

Buy links-

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Vixen Healed by Shyla Colt

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Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching Abc’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.

A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.

Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.

 

Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.

Blurb

Eight years ago Claire’s’ life was shattered when her fiancée lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murders’ partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning.

Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?

Excerpt

“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”

“You saw me at my lowest.”

“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.

“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.

“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”

“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.

Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.

“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.

“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”

“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.

He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.

“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.

“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.” He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.

“It’s been a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.

“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.” I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.

“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.

“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?”

“God, yes.”

He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.

Coming March 15th to www.evernightpublishing.com

 

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Truth or Dare by Michaela Rhua

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Finding Love where you least expect it.

May I just start by saying thank you for letting me visit your blog.
I am really excited and nervous with this release. It is my first solo book with Evernight Publishing and my first Alternative Erotic story. It is called Truth or Dare and centers on two friends who one day step beyond friendship but all is not roses the next day.

You see finding love is not easy. Sure you can meet people, flirt and maybe share a date or two but finding that certain chemistry is hard, You might date someone for a while and realize it is not working. But what if…one day you turn around and see someone you know, work with or are friends with, and actually see them? When you stop and take a good look you might realize they have exactly what you need. But then what? What do you do?

Is it all roses or does life throw a curve ball at you?

This is where Jess and Leah find themselves night when it is all roses, however life throws a curveball at them.

Here is the blurb for you all to give you a flavor.

Leah and Jess have been friends for years, and having set up business together, they are even more aware of the need to keep things strictly professional. However all that changes after one drunken dare leads them to discover unbelievable passion. Who knew when friends become lovers the result would be so explosive and life altering, even if things seem different in the cold light of day. Can two friends face the truth and find happiness or was it a dare too far?

Ready for a little taste?

Leah sat shocked as Jess threw herself into an impromptu sexy routine. She began with seductive hip swinging. She threw her head down in front of Leah, and then quickly back so her golden locks fell messily around her face. Oh hell, she looked so hot.

Next came a slow unbuttoning of her shirt and Jess took her time in revealing a purple lace bra holding those full breasts in place.

Leah took a gulp of wine not believing her eyes.

Jess grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together as the song continued with its sensual lyrics.

Leah licked her lips, wanting to lick those fulsome breasts.

Jess took hold of the chair nearest to Leah. Standing on it, she began to unbuckle her belt, which she threw dramatically across the bar.

Leah’s mouth went dry at the vision of pure sex on legs in front of her. Moisture leaked from her pussy, wetting her panties. She leaned forward in her chair. The movement created friction against her pussy. The vision before her combined with the spinning light, sensual music, and the friction of the chair was driving her to the brink of orgasm.

Jess grabbed her crotch and rubbed the area, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She began to unzip her jeans slowly, not taking her eyes off Leah.

That eye-to-eye contact sent shivers of arousal through Leah, but the combination of actions caused the sexy blonde bombshell to lose her balance. Suddenly Leah saw Jess tumble. She shot out of her seat, but she was too late to catch Jess, who hit the floor.

"Oh my God. Are you okay, Jess?" Leah looked down at her friend, who lay with eyes closed and body motionless. Panic rising inside her, she looked round to see where her phone was to call an ambulance.

Suddenly the other woman erupted into a fit of giggles, much to Leah’s relief.

"Seriously, Jess, I thought you hit your head or something!" Leah moaned, letting relief wash over her now that she realized her friend wasn’t hurt. Her heartbeat was just returning to normal.

Jess held out her hand to Leah. Their fingers meshed together and Jess pull her down to the floor.

As blue eyes held her own, Leah knew her breathing had become uneven. Was this the dream she had longed to come true for so long? The club was silent. The track had finished. The disco lights spun, a shower of multi-colored lights creating a magical space around them.

Leah lowered her head down. It was a now or never moment. She looked at her friend with her halo of golden hair spread around her. She looked like an angel on the midnight floor.

Jess’ eyes softened the closer she got. Leah’s lips hovered over hers. She licked them slowly before kissing Jess passionately. She felt Jess’ hands in her hair, holding their lips together. She wants this as much as I do. Leah stroked Jess’ hair while her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and massaging.

Jess spread her legs under Leah and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer.

Leah ground her hips into Jess, enjoying the friction. She pinched a nipple, eliciting a groan from the woman beneath her. She moved from her lips to her neck, licking and biting the delicate skin down to her breasts. She sucked the hardened nipple though the lace and Jess’ moans became louder, her hands holding the back of Leah’s head to her breast.

Leah took her time enjoying the body she had longed to make love to. Her pussy was wet, but she wanted to focus on Jess’ needs not her own. She went from one nipple to the other before pulling the bra up to reveal full breasts with pink, wet nipples. She squeezed the breasts together, drawing both nipples into the center, then licked a trail from one to another.

Jess squirmed under her, gasping with each lick.

Leah kissed down her flat stomach to her hips. Her zipper was halfway down so Leah unzipped it completely, revealing matching lace undies. She pulled at the jeans.

Jess sat up a little to help ease them off, removing her shirt and bra at the same time.

She lay down and Leah drank in the sight of her creamy skin, pink in places where she had sucked or gently bitten. She buried her head between Jess’ legs, and she found the lace was wet with the other woman’s juices. Leah sucked her clit through the lace, enjoying the taste of her.

Here are the BUY links:

Evernight Publishing

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/truth-or-dare-by-michaela-rhua/

All Romance Ebooks

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-truthordare-1090968-149.html

Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/Truth-Dare-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00BKQMOVG/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1361814770&sr=8-3&keywords=michaela+rhua

Amazon.co.uk

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Truth-Dare-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00BKQMOVG/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1361814976&sr=8-3

 

Author Bio:Michaela Rhua Bio.

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.

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A Boon By Moonlight by Nicola Cameron

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Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble demands a night in his bed in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected consequences for his heart.

 

 

BUY LINKS:

 

· Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-boon-by-moonlight-by-nicola-cameron/

· Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Boon-Moonlight-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00BN0S1LQ

BOOK TRAILER:

 

 

PG EXCERPT

“You called, mortal?”

Zach spun and dropped into a defensive crouch, groping for an assault weapon that wasn’t there. After a moment, his brain finally registered that he wasn’t in the desert, this wasn’t an ambush. Heart hammering, he yanked the flashlight out of his jacket pocket and thumbed the switch, aiming the beam at the faerie ring.

And the tall figure that now stood within it. It held up one hand, shading its eyes. “Put away your light. I mean you no harm,” it ordered.

“Oh, fuck that noise,” Zach croaked. “Who are you?”

“You summoned me, mortal. I might ask you the same question.”

Slowly, Zach lowered the beam. And felt his mouth go dry at the man who now stood in the faerie ring, giving him an irritated look.

It didn’t help that he was one of the most gorgeous men Zach had ever seen. Tall and lean, he had model-perfect cheekbones that were complimented by huge eyes overhung by thick, well-shaped brows, a straight, slightly pointy nose, and a mouth made for kissing. A mane of thick hair that looked black in the moonlight hung well past his waist, and seemed to move independently of him. He wore something that could have been one of Tom Hiddleston’s costume rejects from The Avengers, and a curved sword hung at his right hip.

The faerie ring was empty thirty seconds ago, Zach thought dazedly, and there was no way someone could have snuck through the woods and jumped into it, not without him hearing them. Son of a god damned bitch. It worked, it really worked. He’d summoned a Seelie sidhe, a Shining One.

Who was now raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. He licked his lips, feeling massively underprepared. “Hi,” he said after a cough.

The eyebrow rose another millimeter. “Yeah, sorry. Um, my name is Zach Mayhew, and I want to ask a boon,” he forged on. “Of you. Please.”

The other eyebrow came up to join its mate. “A boon,” the sidhe said in a rich tenor, sounding somewhere between exasperated and amused. “Now that’s a word I haven’t heard from human lips for many a year. Well, then, what boon do you request, mortal man?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

Growling under his breath, Zach went back upstairs and yanked his bedroom door open. “Oh.”

Jerrek was already in bed. His outfit had been neatly folded over the old straight back chair in the corner, and the sidhe himself was nude and stretched out over Zach’s faded blue bedcover. His long, shining brown hair filmed his body just as Zach imagined, revealing tantalizing glimpses of corded arms, a firm chest, and a set of abs that looked like cobblestones. Zach’s gaze continued down, falling on the long, slim cock that was already starting to harden, laying in a graceful curve over one muscled thigh.

The sidhe propped his head up on one hand. “It took you long enough. I was starting to worry that you’d forgotten me,” he commented with a smirk.

“Just — just wanted to get Gram to bed,” Zach managed. “Make sure she was asleep.”

“And is she?”

“Yeah.”

Jerrek reached out to him. “Well, then. Come to me.”

Wondering if he was in a dream, Zach stepped forward and took the proffered hand. Suddenly he found himself pulled over the sidhe like a human-shaped blanket. “Since you prefer to top and all,” Jerrek purred.

Zach could feel the heat rising from the other man’s body, warming him through. Jerrek’s smirk shifted, turning into a smile. It was both challenge and invitation, and Zach lowered his head until he could just brush his lips across that curved mouth. A tingling jolt went through him, dancing across his nerve endings and grounding out in his groin.

He gasped and Jerrek took advantage of that, kissing him back and running the tip of his tongue around Zach’s lips. The kiss softened, deepened, until their tongues were dueling slickly against each other.

With a soft growl, Jerrek pulled back, sucking in a breath as he did. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” he said, rubbing his naked groin against Zach’s still clothed one. “Take them off at once.”

Zach couldn’t help grinning at the order. “Are you always this bossy?”

“I prefer to think of it as authoritative. What part of ‘sidhe lord’ didn’t you grasp?”

“Well, now that you mention it—” Zach slid a hand between their bodies, curling his fingers around the other man’s shaft and squeezing gently. Jerrek’s mouth opened in a soft groan and he squirmed, bucking into Zach’s grip.

“I’ve never had anyone talk back to me the way you do,” he breathed. “It’s really very refreshing.”

Zach grunted at that, focusing on what was in his hand. Skin so soft it almost didn’t register against his fingertips, and beneath that hardness and a heat that pulsed against his palm. He stroked up, letting his thumb brush across the tip, and felt a bead of wetness there. “I think you like it,” he murmured. “You need someone who isn’t going to stand still for your shit.”

“I would hardly call it—” Jerrek’s complaint was cut off as Zach kissed him again, luring his tongue out and sucking on it. Jerrek moaned into his mouth, then again as he pulled away, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the sidhe’s jaw and down his neck. “Oh, that’s nice. Don’t stop.”

BIO

 

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

· Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com

· Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites

· Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC

· Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/

· Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623791.Nicola_Cameron

· Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron

· Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC

· All Romance EBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Nicola+Cameron