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Her Type of Guy-Michaela Rhua

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HTOGDo you think everyone has their perfect person out there?

What if you have a few peculiarities or kinks? Then what?

Well this anthology of short stories is all about finding the right girl who accepts you are special in your own way.

Her Type of Guy is available from Evernight Publishing right now. It features  10 sexy short stories that are perfect to read when you minutes rather than hours. Each story will leave you with that ‘ahhh’ feeling!

And who are my partners in crime? They are wonderfully talented ladies with rather wild ideas: Doris O’Connor, Raven McAllan, Ella Grey, Morgan King and me (Michaela Rhua – although I wouldn’t necessarily say I am wonderfully talented!)

 

 

Blurb

For every desire, there’s a man to meet it. Someone’s annoyance is another’s kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

 

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?

 

Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy. 

 

 

Here are two snippets from my stories in this hot little collection.

 

Snail’s Pace.

Adam watched Sophie work from behind his glasses as he had done many times. He knew her routine well: tidying the shelves, restocking the popular titles, fluffing the cushions and sorting the toys. Her movements were swift; she brought order to whatever she touched. He longed for her slender hands to touch him and for those long legs to be wound around his waist as he ground into her. Her round breasts looked like they would overfill his hands.

The jangling of the bell awoke him from his daydream. That is all it was pure fantasy. 

 

 

Ready for another?

 

Only When Allowed.

Stopping right in front of him, she lifted a finger to his face. She traced the outline of his lips and slowly down his chin. Alex was rooted to the spot. Lillian leaned into him and her warm breath fanned his ear.

“Come,” she said before turning and walking away towards the lifts.

Alex did not need to think twice. He almost ran to follow his boss, ready to obey her every command. 

 

 

Why not check out this collection of naughty stories here:

www.evernightpublishing.com

 

Feel free to stalk me here:

Michaela Rhua

Website: http://michaelarhuaauthor.weebly.com/

Blog: http://www.michaelarhuaauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichaelaRhua

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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.

This is What a Writer’s Day Looks Like~Shyla Colt

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It’s funny as a writer it’s easy to talk about your characters, but not so much yourself. It’s like asking Superman to talk about himself without involving his powers. Yeap, my name is Shyla Colt, and writing is my super power. *places hands on hips and strikes a ridiculous pose. Able to dream up a story in the span of a minute, type faster than the eye can track, and fling witty comments faster than Spiderman’s web, I’m a force to be reckoned with. Of course, this is all by night…By day I’m mild mannered, stay at home mom of two, and wife to a Marine. The following is a day in my life.

I’m woken oh so sweetly by the sweet sounds… okay so my alarm clock is usually my one year old who at the moment is teething. Her squawks… no really ask my friends its pterodactyl status, let me know the little miss is up and ready to be changed, medicated, and fed. If I’m lucky this doesn’t happen at six or earlier and her older sister remains asleep. Up I go doing a zombie walk to the bed. Then together we greet the day, and I start a pot of coffee. Usually I have a hangover at this point, no, not from alcohol. * Wags finger, from using my powers for good too late the night before.

Breakfast is whipped up, the older daughter is awakened and they eat while I cruise my emails, check up on Facebook, etc. Caught up I grab a quick bite and begin to think about what I’ll write today as I clean up, entertain, and play. We’re all about PBS here *whispers, no commercials, so I’ll let them watch their faves, Daniel Tigers Neighborhood , and Sesame street. Then it’s time for the daily walk. Dressed, we load up into the stroller and set out to talk about nature, swing by the grocery store if necessary, or just amble along in the neighborhood. Now that they’re nice and tired out,*crosses fingers, hopefully, it’s nap time.

That’s when I hop onto the computer and write like my life depends on it. Between 1-2 hours later they’re up and it’s crafts/games, and imagination time. In between pandering to my two budding scientists I write. Be it on a computer or a scrap of paper. I can get pretty creative. At times I imagine I look like a college student with my every present composition notebook and whatever book I’m using for research at the moment. *chuckles. I’m a mad mad woman with a dream. Yeap, stole that from Dr. Who, he has a blue box that travels through time and I have … well… my imagination and writing utensils? *shrugs sheepishly.

My day chugs along like Thomas Puffing down the track and I make dinner, have family time, help bath and bundle my little sweeties, spend time with the Mr., and then oh ,then it’s time to don my suit! Generally, a quirky pajamas that make me smile, and become Shyla Colt, the super hero once more. It’s not as glamorous as one would imagination. But it works, with a lot of juggling, sacrifice, tons of support and looking forward. I know a lot of my friends ask me how I manage to work from home, and what it’s like to be a writer. I hope this answered that question and gave you a little chuckle at the same time.

 

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 want to know more about me and the hectic craziness I call my life you can find me at the following places

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

Blog: www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Website: www.shylacolt.com

Twitter: @Shylacolt

Rhuul and Avalea

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Meet Nulli Para Ora’s characters from Rhuul’s Flame. Nulli has granted me the pleasure of speaking to her characters.

 

Nikki: What are your main characters names?: Nulli: Rhuul and Avalea

Nikki: Do they have nicknames/pet names?: Rhuul: "I call her, Lea, but it’s my nick name for her. I do not allow anyone else to use it."

Nikki:  What was your life like growing up? Avalea: "I had a great childhood. My parents are very into the outdoors and nature. We spent a lot of time outside, learning, loving, and respecting life."
Rhuul: "I despise my family. If they all died today, I wouldn’t bat an eye. They never wanted me, treated me like I was beneath contempt. It’s not my fault that I was born as I am."
Avalea takes his hand and holds it in her lap.

Before your story began, what were your hopes for the future? Ruul: "That’s easy. Get the hell out of Karn, my father’s realm. I’m an outsider there. A half breed in a society obsessed with its own so called greatness. Bunch of narcissistic bastards." *Lifts his large leathery wings high on his back* I’m not like anyone else there, especially with these."
Avalea: "I am also a child of two very different races. I didn’t experience any shame for what I am, but balancing the powers of my heritage can be hard." *runs her fingers through the green flames of her hair* "Being half fire elemental can—"

Rhuul: "She’s a hot head with a temper like you wouldn’t believe."

Avalea rolls her eyes and let’s go of Rhuul’s hand. "Well, if some people wouldn’t spend so much time trying to piss me off."

Rhuul: "See what I mean?"

Nikki: What changed that?

Rhuul: "Nothing changed for me. I still hate them, hate Karn, and have no use for the people of that realm."
Avalea: "Still? After what you’ve learned?"

Rhuul stares deep into Avalea’s eyes, his face hard and unyielding. "You’re not going to change a lifetime of disgust by performing one act."

Nikki: How would you describe your personality?

Avalea: "I’m usually pretty easy going."

Rhuul: "Pfft."

Avalea: "What? What’s that mean?"

Rhuul: "Easy going? You’re about as laid back as a rock slide."

Avalea narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her chest. "Well, you’re a stubborn brute with no respect for anything."

Rhuul: "Respect is earned, Lea. I respect you, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to turn into some tree hugging Omala like you."
Avalea: "We don’t hug trees!"

Rhuul chuckles while Avalea blows out a breath. "Careful. You’re going to burn something." *looks up at the flames of her hair whipping near the ceiling*

Nikki:  How would you describe your looks?

Rhuul: "My looks? I look like a cross between a Celestan and an Eidon."
Avalea: "They don’t know what that means, Rhuul." *shakes her head* "He’s pretty tall, around 6’5" with deep bronze skin, a medium, muscular build, large wings, as you can see, eyes like cinders, and he’s bald." *smiles* "And as sexy as he is rude."

Rhuul smirks. "No one’s that rude, Lea."

Avalea: "I swear…"
Rhuul: "Since she described me, I’ll describe her. Lea’s just a bit shorter than me. She has long green hair that’s usually on fire and brown skin. Her eyes are green too, and they flicker like little balls of flame. She’s narrow at the waist, but her hips are round and fit my hands just right. She has the most perfect breasts you’ve ever seen and—"
Avalea rubs the back of her neck and blushes. "Rhuul, I don’t think she needs that much detail."

Rhuul: "When we leave here, I’ll go over all of the details."

What’s your greatest talents? "Rhuul: "I’m a conjurer. I use my magic to summon weapons, money, and other items.

Avalea: "If we’re talking about our powers, mine lie in nature and fire. I can use the power of life around me to gain energy, heal illnesses, and nurture the earth. I can also channel my fire and use it to attack."

Who are your closest friends? Avalea: "Ghena is my closest friend. He’s a fiend, a tiny, furry being. He’s been with me through a lot."
Rhuul: "I don’t have any friends."

Nikki: Who do you love?

Rhuul: "I didn’t love anything or anyone. I had no reason to. But sometimes things change." *looks at Avalea and grins*

Avalea: "Yes they do. Who would have guessed my life mate would be a killer?"

Nikki: Who do you hate, and why?

Rhuul: "I hate my father and grandfather for the way they treated me."
Avalea: "I hate what they did to him."

Nikki: What do you think is going to happen next?

Rhuul: "I’m going to find a realm of my own to rule. There was no place for me growing up. I’m going to make one."
Avalea: "And I’ll be by your side."

Nikki:  What do you love about the hero/heroine?:

Avalea: "I love how driven he is, even if it’s sometimes single minded."
Rhuul: "I love her ability to think on her feet. She’s not weak, and that’s something I admire."

Nikki:  What do you think of your author Nulli Para Ora?

Avalea: "She could have chosen to make me a simpering, helpless twit, but she didn’t. I’m grateful for that. I like thinking for myself and putting my foot down."
Rhuul: "She put me through a lot creating me as she did, but she made me strong and resilient. As much as I hate to say it, I’m glad she created a few of the other characters too. I learned a few things on this journey she set me on, and I think I’m better for it."

Nikki:  Did she get your story right?

Rhuul: "Well, she could have put more emphasis on my muscles, but for the most part, I’d say yes."
Avalea sighs. "The story is called Rhuul’s Flame, not Rhuul’s Muscles. I see your Eidon megalomania is getting the best of you."

Nikki: Do you want another story to show what happened next?

Avalea: "From what I know, this is the first of several adventures. There is more to see after we leave off."
Rhuul conjures two swords into his hands. "Who wouldn’t want more of this?"

Nikki: Thank you Rhuul, Avalea and most especially Nulli Para Ora for this fantastic character interview.

buylinks:

http://www.lsbooks.com/rhuuls-flame-romance-books-p797.php

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D0YY09K/ref=nosim?tag=nupaor-20&linkCode=sb1&camp=212353&creative=380549

Bio:

I’m a romance author who writes in multiple genres. A lover of languages, anime, martial arts, video games, nature, and music, I am inspired by everything from the profound to the mundane.

Whether it’s crafting a new realm, an alien planet, a new species, or an alternate reality, you can always count on twists and turns in my tales. Love can be irrational, undeniable, blissful, erotic, and sometimes frustrating, but it’s also universal, binding hearts across cultures and time.  Step into one of my worlds and stay awhile.

Find the author: http://nulliparaora.com/

Mistaken Identity by the awesome Shyla Colt!

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Getting what you Need

This is the lesson my hero, Jett Walker learns. After a break up just before what should’ve been his wedding to high school sweet heart, Lis, the man is thrown off his game. To the public he has it all, money, a thriving active career, and the single life. But that was never what this gentleman from Texas wanted. He’s longing for a wife, and a child so bad he can taste the sugary confection that is wedding cake, and see the white picket fence. The fact that his fame cost him his true love has him spiraling down into a pit of depression. Is this the price he must pay for success. He can’t help but wonder if it’s worth it.

In the words of the Rolling Stones, you can’t always get what you want…. But if you try sometimes well you just might find you get what you need. I think we’ve all learned that lesson early on. Life has a way of disappointing you only to surprise you later on down the road with a much better offer. Not to say it’s not a painful road. Just when you’re ready to throw in the towel life takes a sharp right and you’re at a destination you never imagined you would be. Have you ever had that happen to you? How did you deal with it?

Blurb:

Calling off the wedding to his high school sweetheart has sitcom star, Jett Walker, struggling with a deep depression. Exhausted from feigning happiness for convention goers, he escapes to a dive bar. An unexpected encounter leads him to his salvation in the form of Kansas Collins. A curvaceous beauty with lips that beg to be kissed and a body made for loving. Smitten, he allows the assumption that he’s a larper to stand.

Scarred by the tug-of-war her dysfunctional parents place her in, relationships are a four letter word to Kansas. Then a charming southern man, sweeps her off her feet, and delivers sex that transcends a simple exchange of pleasure. Her mind screams soul mate, but when his lies surface their fairytale goes south. Uncertain what’s real or ruse Kansas is torn.

Can Jett convince her it’s a once in a lifetime love?

Excerpt:

She pushed the cool metal handle down. The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

That simple sound acted like a buzzer signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between his lips and began a tango of tongues. He tasted sweet and fiery, like his drink. Tilting her head to get a better taste, she buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair. In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

With him she was an Amazon woman. There was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was heady. Bending over his body, her dark hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

“Me first.”

“We can do it however you want it, Kansas.”

This is crazy. She swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she tugged upward. “This has to go. I want to see you.”

“Only if I can see you.”

She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Sitting up she tried not to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her. Her hands shook as she removed her shirt before she lost the nerve.

“You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

“So are you.” She ran her hands down his chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

“I can feel you through your jeans Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

“I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

She gasped. The tension built inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He ground harder. Her heart raced, and her breath caught.

“I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

The words took her higher, and the rough material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her for purchase.

“Damn, you are even sexier when you’re screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent, and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile. Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that. He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his intense stare.

“I think we’re both wearing too much clothing, darling,” he whispered.

“Agreed.”

He rolled her onto her back. “I want to undress you.” Unbuttoning the top of her jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

“So hot.” He swirled his thumb around her clit. “And wet.” Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and she bucked.

“That’s it, Sas. Let me see you come again.”

He circled her entrance, pulled out, and pushed back inside.

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how you’ll grip my cock.”

She moaned.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time with his hand.

“That’s it, Sas, fuck my fingers, I want you to come apart for me.”

Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids. For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were music to her ear.

“Don’t you dare come.”

He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it, Beauty.”

“Good.” She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her knees. “I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky, white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the head. His hands stilled.

She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like watching you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds. Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

“Condom?”

“On the night stand.”

She arched a brow. Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

“I did it when you blanked on me.”

“Ahh, I like a man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in place in moments. He twitched in her hand and she squeezed him gently.

“Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Saddle up, little filly.” He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his eyes.

The humor swept away the nervousness edging in, and she chuckled.

“There’s the smile.” His lips twitched upward.

She climbed onto him, guided him inside her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

Author Bio

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

 

Rolling Stones You can’t Always Get what you want

You can find Shyla here

Website: www.shylacolt.com

Twitter: @shylacolt

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorshyla.colt

Blog: Www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

On Angel’s Wings 2013 People’s Choice Award from The Talent Cave Reviews!

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I’m so very excited to say that On Angel’s Wings won the People’s Choice Award from The Talent Cave Reviews on 5-10-2013.  Such a wonderful surprise for me.  I love the story of Angelo and Alexa.  So glad that others did too.  Not only did the cover art my me squee with delight when I saw it, it portrays the characters to a T. Thank you so much everyone for voting for On Angel’s Wings you’ve made this author very happy!

 

Publication Date: December 16, 2012

Can his love mend her broken heart?


Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she’s staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?

Angelo cupped her chin in his hand, this time to pull her face up to his so he could kiss her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, searching out hers, and they dueled like that for a few moments. She groaned as he bit her bottom lip, and then licked it. When his lips left hers, she realized she was holding her breath.

“Angelo…” Even to her she sounded out of breath.

“Yes, dear Alexa?” She shook her head and didn’t say anything more. This was about feeling. He nodded and returned his attention to her lips. He made quick work of her clothing, letting everything drop on the floor. Not to be outdone, she placed her hands on his shirt and pulled it up, baring his chest, and then off of his head, tossing it to the floor. She moved in close to him, kissing his chest softly, and her hands moving to undo the button of his jeans as she tasted his flesh.

Everything about him thrilled her, and she constantly had wet panties when she thought of him. She fought the urge to just pull his pants down and to have him fuck her. No, she wanted something deeper than just that. They could fuck any day. Today, she needed him in the rawest and deepest form. She wanted to feel him at the most basic level with her heart and soul bared to him.

She kept her hands at his pants, not inching them down yet. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she smiled as he groaned. It was amazing to her how responsive the male anatomy could be. Tugging at the nipple with her teeth, Alexa was encouraged by his hands that went in her hair and held her to him.

“Mmm, oh yes, that’s wonderful, Alexa.”

Bringing her head up, she switched attention to his other nipple but this time adding in suction from her mouth. His low growl sent pleasure spiking up her spine, and she couldn’t resist nipping him there. He grunted and pulled her head back, gently slanting his lips over hers with a soft groan.

He placed her hand at his pants then released her. She knew what he wanted just with that gesture. Undoing them, she jerked them down his hips and freed him. Unable to stop herself, she glanced down and at his cock. God, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly.

“Alexa…aren’t I supposed to be taking you to bed?”

“Yes, but it’s my turn.”

The head of his cock had a pearly bead of pre-come and she couldn’t resist giving it a swipe of her tongue. She peered into his eyes as she licked the head of his cock again and then placed the tip in her mouth, slowly suckling.

He arched into her and gripped the back of her head. With short and shallow thrusts of his hips, he slid his cock all the way into her mouth and she moaned around it. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the power there as he fed her his cock. His taste hit her tongue, and she purred as a swirling hunger hit the pit of her stomach and went straight to her throbbing clit. Pulling back a bit on his cock, she licked around the head, swiping underneath with quick little flicks that produced a growl from him.

She was just getting started, and he slipped from her mouth. Alexa grumbled in protest, then he picked her up into his arms and settled on the bed with her in front of him, face to face. She gazed at him and leaned up to kiss him lightly, before she lay back against the pillows.

“I guess now you’re actually taking me to bed.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

“Yes, I guess now that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He reached for one of the condoms they’d left out on the nightstand opened it, donned it, and put the wrapper on the same nightstand. Turning back to her, he smiled and positioned himself over her, nudging her legs open with his own. Taking his cock in hand, he set it at her entrance and thrust forward, seating himself into her fully.

Her breath caught and she placed her hands on his shoulders, wrapping her legs up high around his waist. She whimpered as he hit so deep within her she could swear he touched her cervix.

“Oh!”

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On Angel’s Wings Up for People’s Choice Award!

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I found out today that On Angel’s Wings is up for People’s Choice Award at The Talent Cave Reviews!  How awesome is that?  Oh my god I’m stoked. First time one of my stories has been nominated for something.  What a great honor!  I would love your votes!

http://thetalentcavereviews.weebly.com/.

Here is the blurb and an excerpt!

Can his love mend her broken heart?
Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she’s staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?

Excerpt:

Angelo cupped her chin in his hand, this time to pull her face up to his so he could kiss her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, searching out hers, and they dueled like that for a few moments. She groaned as he bit her bottom lip, and then licked it. When his lips left hers, she realized she was holding her breath.

“Angelo…” Even to her she sounded out of breath.

“Yes, dear Alexa?” She shook her head and didn’t say anything more. This was about feeling. He nodded and returned his attention to her lips. He made quick work of her clothing, letting everything drop on the floor. Not to be outdone, she placed her hands on his shirt and pulled it up, baring his chest, and then off of his head, tossing it to the floor. She moved in close to him, kissing his chest softly, and her hands moving to undo the button of his jeans as she tasted his flesh.

Everything about him thrilled her, and she constantly had wet panties when she thought of him. She fought the urge to just pull his pants down and to have him fuck her. No, she wanted something deeper than just that. They could fuck any day. Today, she needed him in the rawest and deepest form. She wanted to feel him at the most basic level with her heart and soul bared to him.

She kept her hands at his pants, not inching them down yet. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she smiled as he groaned. It was amazing to her how responsive the male anatomy could be. Tugging at the nipple with her teeth, Alexa was encouraged by his hands that went in her hair and held her to him.

“Mmm, oh yes, that’s wonderful, Alexa.”

Bringing her head up, she switched attention to his other nipple but this time adding in suction from her mouth. His low growl sent pleasure spiking up her spine, and she couldn’t resist nipping him there. He grunted and pulled her head back, gently slanting his lips over hers with a soft groan.

He placed her hand at his pants then released her. She knew what he wanted just with that gesture. Undoing them, she jerked them down his hips and freed him. Unable to stop herself, she glanced down and at his cock. God, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly.

“Alexa…aren’t I supposed to be taking you to bed?”

“Yes, but it’s my turn.”

The head of his cock had a pearly bead of pre-come and she couldn’t resist giving it a swipe of her tongue. She peered into his eyes as she licked the head of his cock again and then placed the tip in her mouth, slowly suckling.

He arched into her and gripped the back of her head. With short and shallow thrusts of his hips, he slid his cock all the way into her mouth and she moaned around it. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the power there as he fed her his cock. His taste hit her tongue, and she purred as a swirling hunger hit the pit of her stomach and went straight to her throbbing clit. Pulling back a bit on his cock, she licked around the head, swiping underneath with quick little flicks that produced a growl from him.

She was just getting started, and he slipped from her mouth. Alexa grumbled in protest, then he picked her up into his arms and settled on the bed with her in front of him, face to face. She gazed at him and leaned up to kiss him lightly, before she lay back against the pillows.

“I guess now you’re actually taking me to bed.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

“Yes, I guess now that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He reached for one of the condoms they’d left out on the nightstand opened it, donned it, and put the wrapper on the same nightstand. Turning back to her, he smiled and positioned himself over her, nudging her legs open with his own. Taking his cock in hand, he set it at her entrance and thrust forward, seating himself into her fully.

Her breath caught and she placed her hands on his shoulders, wrapping her legs up high around his waist. She whimpered as he hit so deep within her she could swear he touched her cervix.

“Oh!”

 

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Truth Be Told by Tamsin Baker

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“How was the wedding last night?” Liam began spooning noodles onto Patrick’s plate and then put some on his own. “This smells awesome.”

Patrick sat and began dividing the satays between them.

“Yeah, lucky they make it so hot or it wouldn’t have made the trip still warm. The wedding was good. My first cousin, Amelia, was the bride. My mum spent the whole night pushing me towards her friends.”

A burning jealousy gripped Liam’s insides but he forced himself to smile. “So, you picked up then?”

Patrick paused, chicken satay halfway to his mouth, then burst out laughing. “You think I … Are you kidding?” He continued to laugh.

Liam threw a butterfly into his mouth, the fried batter causing him to almost choke. He wasn’t used to such rich foods.

Patrick stood up and moved towards him around the table. Liam tilted up his face and was rewarded with a quick kiss before Patrick sat back down, still chortling.

“Liam, I may not be out of the closet, but I haven’t been able to get it up for a woman in almost ten years.”

Liam relaxed. He’d worried for a moment that he was dealing with more than he could handle. He could compete well with other men, but if Patrick was truly bi- he didn’t really stand a chance. “Good, then you won’t be tired for me.”

“Tired?” Patrick groaned and took a long swig of his soft drink. “The only reason I’m tired is because I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Liam watched in fascination as his lover shut his mouth with an audible snap and blushed brightly. It looked like he hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.

Maybe Patrick would feel less embarrassed if he shared something too? “I pulled myself off thinking about you last night. How your mouth felt around me, how hot your cock was, everything.” He felt his cock thicken in his jeans whilst he said the words, he wanted Patrick now.

Patrick set his fork down and opened his lips to draw a bigger breath, his pupils even dilated.

Liam stood up first and walked around the small table. He reached down and pulled Patrick up to him. Once level, face to face, he thrust his pelvis into Patrick’s and felt the hard ridge along his fly. Thank God he wasn’t the only one affected.

“I have missed you. How crazy is that?”

Liam couldn’t stop the honest words. He had never wanted anyone with this much intensity before.

In answer, Patrick’s hands slid up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he ducked his head and sucked on one of Liam’s nipples. Liam moaned as sharp teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. Patrick straightened again and Liam pulled at the boring white t-shirt which he hated.

Liam looked his lover straight in the eye, “You better not want to top tonight, because I need your arse.”

Patrick kicked his feet out of his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor.

Commando. Awesome.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Patrick looked him up and down, “We could take turns again.”

Liam laughed and dropped his own jeans. They pooled around his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. “If you’re still hard after I fuck you, then be my guest.”

He arched an eyebrow at his lover. Challenge set.

They both moved at the same time. Arms went around each other, lips fusing together. Their tongues thrust, dueling for supremacy as they showed their passion for one another with actions rather than words.

Liam pulled back, panting and held out his hand. He really needed to keep lube and condoms in every room of his house.

Patrick took it without question and followed him into the bedroom.

He went to get a condom but Patrick stopped him. “Allow me.”

His lover ripped open the foil and pulled out the rubber, then carefully rolled it onto him. Liam sighed in bliss.

Patrick poured the lube into his hand and rubbed his cock well. “How do you want me lover? Top gets to choose.”

Liam wanted him right now, he didn’t really care how. But he did like seeing Patrick’s face while they fucked.

“Let’s try the position we left out the other day.”

Patrick looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

Liam lay down in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing up, hard and aching to feel Patrick. “Come sit on me.”

He put his arms out and beckoned to his lover. He was beyond patience. If Patrick didn’t hurry then he would be just bending him over the bed and driving into him over and over again.

“You want me to mount you?”

Liam beckoned again with his hands, “Come here. You’ll like it.”

Eyebrows still furrowed, Patrick crawled across the bed and swung his leg over Liam’s waist.

The warmth and weight of Patrick’s arse was heaven. Liam reached up and began to stroke Patrick’s hard cock. Such a nice, thick dick. He could easily get used to having this all the time.

“So, what about you, Liam?” Patrick asked as he leaned forward into Liam’s grip and lubed up his own arse.

“Me?” He was falling into space, his pleasure at feeling Patrick’s weight, touching his cock, and looking into those beautiful brown eyes were shutting off the rest of his brain.

“Did you pick up the past few nights at your club?”

Liam laughed and let go of Patrick’s cock. He wrapped both hands around his lover’s waist and lifted him up, positioning him right over his own cock. “Lower yourself down. I’m going crazy here.”

Patrick reached under him and positioned the pole he was to be impaled upon.

“Tell me, Liam.”

Liam scowled, trying to thrust up, but Patrick held him back.

What was the question? His mind cleared as though blown out by a leaf blower.

“Patrick, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

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Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the ‘good bits’. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she needed in her books. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.


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Zombies Anonymous by Shyla Colt

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I just wanted to thank Nikki for having me over! It’s always wonderful to be here. *smiles. This story is a meeting of two of my favorite things, horror and romance. I’ll be running a contest until Friday so be sure to swing by and check out the goodies you can win 😀

Blurb

Hi my name is Cezelia, and I’m a Zombie.

Laid low by an addiction to black magic, the ex-zombie once enslaved by a Hoodoo Priestess turns to Zombies Anonymous for help. The second she lays eyes on the tall, pale, Traditional her body comes back to life. After years of feeling nothing she’s alive and insatiable. Can this inspiring man help her kick the habit for good?

Bitten more years ago then he cares to remember, Martine life has been reduced to the strict diet, and tight rein he must keep on his urges. Then Cezelia walks in to the place he considers his sanctuary and reminds him he’s still very much a man. The passion between them could burn down a forest, and the hardest part about figuring out the why is keeping their hands to themselves long enough to do it.

Excerpt

The impromptu make out session in the alley frayed my nerves. I was ready to bend Cezelia over and fuck her in front of everybody in the group. Like a powder keg ready to blow, I jumped up from my seat when the clock struck nine, said my goodbyes with lighting fast speed, and quickly guided Cezelia from the building toward my car by her elbow.

“Eager?”

“If I’m not inside of you in the next five minutes I’m going to come in my pants. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself, would you?”

“It’s a good thing you can’t reproduce because I don’t have protection.”

“The benefits of being undead.”

She laughed as we reached my black SUV, and I hit the alarm.

“I promise we’ll look into this thing between us, but right now …” She grabbed my collar and pulled me close, planting a blistering kiss on my lips. “Shut up and fuck me zombie boy.”

I opened the door and we fell into the back seat in a tangle of limbs. I yanked up her skirt and hissed as heat rolled off her in waves that scorched my skin. Since I caught the virus I’d been cool to the touch, similar to a vampire. I craved the warmth she had in spades. As I rubbed her through her silky red knickers, a fresh gush of liquid soaked through onto my fingertips.

“Damn, you’re so wet.” I slipped a finger inside the side of her panties and into her slick entrance. Her walls clenched me tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight Zelia. I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”

“Less talking more action.” She moaned.

“Eager aren’t you?”

“It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

A moment passed before she answered.

“Four years. I thought my libido was broken until tonight. It happens sometimes after being under the influence of someone for such an extended period of time.”

“Damn, then I’m like your first.” The thought made my dick hard. “I can’t wait to pop your cherry.” I teased as I circled my finger inside her, exploring her walls.

“I got to make sure you’re ready for me, so open those legs wider.”

She purred as her thighs parted, her feminine musk tickling my nose and heightening my arousal.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky, her eyes half lidded.

“Then move for me pretty girl. Fuck my fingers with that delectable pussy of yours.”

Her blue eyes dilated, and her full pink lips parted as she drove her hips up to meet my hand. Tipping her pelvis up she ground down on my fingers.

“Oh, Martine.” Her voice was shaky, as her muscles twitched, contracting and gripping my fingers tightly. She was beautiful as she strained up against me to seek her pleasure. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a car. Images of her beautiful brown skin splayed against my white sheets flashed through my mind becoming an obsession. I curled my fingers and she cried out, jerked and digging her fingers into my forearms. I reached down between us thrumming her clit like a guitar, while and listening to the music she made as she came apart. Her body seized. Sticky wetness flowed across my fingers and I bent down, capturing her lips with mine, drinking the passion directly from her lips.

She peered up at me with glassy eyes.

“I want to take you for the first time in my bed. Will you come with me?”

A bashful expression crossed her face. “You want me to come to your house?”

“Oh yes. We’re nowhere near finished and I want more than a one night stand. This is the most alive I’ve felt since the virus. I’m not sure what’s between us, but I plan on fighting to keep it, if that’s okay with you?”

“Very Okay.”

“Good.”

I freed my fingers, popping them in my mouth and groaned. She was a rich, bittersweet dessert I wanted to sample more of. “You’re exquisite.” I said as I smoothed down her skirt and helped her sit up, anticipation slithering in my belly like a hungry snake.

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Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

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In Flames by Jessica Jayne

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Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own.

As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.

The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms (and bed). Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny to find love again…together?

 

“He wasn’t the perfect husband,” Gracelyn said. “I learned about the women. I was so angry with him. So angry. He risked our marriage and our family for a few hot fucks. One of the hardest things I ever did was tell him to leave our home… that I needed to separate from him so I could sort it out on my own. And then, a week later he is gone… for good. I felt so guilty. I loved him. I really did. And he was a great father. I miss him.” Tears started to flow down her face.

“I miss him too,” Matt said. He gave her hand a squeeze. “Gracey, I know you loved him. He knew you loved him. I know he made mistakes in your relationship, but he did love you… a lot… even if he didn’t always show it properly. And he was going to work his ass off to save your marriage.” Matt wiped her tears away with the back of his hand.

“This is just so hard, Matty. Raising Jenna and Josh on my own. It’s a big responsibility when both parents are around, but on my own… I feel like I am screwing everything up,” she cried. “Shit around the house that he would normally take care of sometimes falls by the way side because I forget about it… like the trash. And then I see it sitting there and get mad that he isn’t here to take the trash out or mow the lawn or help the kids with their math homework. He was always better with math than I was. Not to mention, I feel so damn alone.” She looked up at him. Her blue eyes sparkled through her tears.

“You know you can always count on me,” Matt said. He put his arms around her and cradled her. “I’ll help with Jenna and Josh as much as I can. And you know Mom and Pop will always be here to help too. And when I don’t have Brian on the weekend, I can be here to do whatever you need…like I have been.”

“I can’t ask you to do more than you already do,” she said. “You already do so much… too much. You attend the kids’ events and games. You help take care of the yard… fix the little things around the house… make sure my car is always up and running. You need to have a life. You can’t spend your free time taking care of your brother’s widow all the time.”

“Gracey, you are more than just Chad’s widow. You’re family. And you have always been a friend. You’ve been a tremendous support for me. I wouldn’t have made it through this last year without you. I will do whatever I can to help you. You know that. We’ve helped each other through this last year and I’m not abandoning you now. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” she cried into his shoulder. Her hands gripped his t-shirt desperately. Matt held her tight. Tears welled in his own eyes. The past year had been difficult for everyone, especially Gracelyn. But she’d always stayed strong…whether for the kids, for everyone else or for herself.

They had shared tears together over the last year, but he had only witnessed her completely break down twice. First, when she found out about the accident. Matt wouldn’t let anyone else break the news to her. He had been at the scene when the accident happened. Several firefighters had to restrain him to keep him from rushing back into the collapsing building to get to his brother. The fire chief wanted to tell Gracelyn about Chad’s death, but Matt refused that as an option. He and Gracelyn were close and he did not want her to find out from anyone other than him, so he rode with the chief to her house. She knew the minute she opened the front door and saw him standing in his turnout pants, t-shirt and suspenders with his face all smudged black from the smoke and his own tears. She collapsed in his arms when he confirmed it. And then when they buried Chad, Gracelyn broke down for the last time… at least in front of anyone else. Maybe she sobbed every night in the shower or lying in bed by herself. But he had not seen it. The sight of her in his arms now… it just broke his heart.

Gracelyn lifted her head and looked at him through her tears. Matt gently touched her face with the back of his hand, in an attempt to wipe away her tears and soothe her. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his. At first, Matt didn’t comprehend what was happening. Her lips were soft against his, yet she kissed him so confidently. Her fresh strawberry scent enveloped him… so sweet… so intoxicating. She smelled like summer despite it being the end of September.

Matt’s mind told him to stop the kiss. Stop it before it went any farther. But her tongue slid against the seam of his lips and his head jumbled with a mix of thoughts—none of which were coherent.

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In the journey of life, I also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.
My favorites: I love to read and write… obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J

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Wolven by Silvia Stancil

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“Wolven” is the third book in my Club Heat series, and I became inspired as usual by the idea of my heroine. All my heroines seem to be a little piece of myself from some time in my life that I break off and toy around with by throwing into various situations. Rachel McGee is a sweetheart of a person, but unfortunately, she’s anxious as hell and mixed up in matters of the heart. She really reminds me of myself before I found my Mr. Right, and I think I channeled that chapter of my life with startling accuracy.

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Rachel McGee is going undercover at Club Heat. Under the order of her domineering boyfriends, Samael and Chadwick, the leaders of the fire vampires, Rachel is to find out everything she can about the shifters in order to bring their kind down and bring Samael to power. But when Rachel gets to know a gorgeous pair of wolf shifters named Charlie and Frank, her heart begins to stray…and feel for the first time in years.

Has Rachel been living a lie with Samael and Chadwick? Can she bring herself to take down the wolves, or will she betray the only love she’s ever known?

EXCERPT:

“Who loves you?” Samael asked, his face serious in the moonlight as Rachel wrapped her arms around his chest.

“You, I hope,” she said, bringing up one hand up to twirl her hair around her finger.

“How was work?” he asked. “Find anything useful for me?”

There he went again. All business. Rachel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I found out the shifter fucker is a pretty nice girl.”

Samael returned the eye roll. “And?”

Rachel hesitated. Something felt wrong, really wrong. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him where the shifters lived. But why?

“You holding something back from me?” he asked gruffly, and he took her chin in his hand with more than a little force.

“The shifters,” Rachel stammered. “They all live in those new condos on fifth. At least, Janika said most of them did.”

“She coming out anytime soon?” he asked, his gaze darting to the back door and then back to Rachel. “I saw this little alleyway out here and the wheels just started turning.” His hands slid down and around her hips, his fingers easily finding their way between the fabric of her jeans and fondling the area.

A sigh escaped Rachel, and she was taken again in the warmth of his kiss. All worries of Janika and the shifters rolled away into his touch. She knew what he wanted, and he proved her theory when he slid a kiss down her neck and buried it in her bosom.

Chadwick’s hands met her jeans and she felt the button pop, the garment sliding down and around her ankles in a smooth transition. Chadwick’s lips kissed the soft curves of her hips and ass, tickling and teasing as he slid her panties off and around her ankle.

Rachel giggled and Samael flipped her around so that he was behind her, running his tongue along her neck as Chadwick’s mouth found its way between her legs, covering her bloated nub in wet kisses and pecks. She moaned as Samael slid a finger down her backside and rested it inside her. It was only a moment before she came.

Samael’s free hand covered her mouth as she moaned the orgasm away into his flesh. He tickled his fingers across her lips and moved aside to pull the ladder of the fire escape closer to the ground.

Rachel bent over and gripped it, letting out a little sigh as Samael’s fingers left and Chadwick’s cock replaced them.

Samael pulled her top down to expose her breasts, fondling the length of her nipples between his fingers as Chadwick picked up to a steady rhythm inside her.

Chadwick slid back, done after only a few gratifying minutes, and Samael’s thick member slid inside of her wet asshole, moving around her in a circular motion.

Rachel shuddered as the nerves inside the gently used tunnel came to life, the way they always did when she was with the vampire. If only she could get her heart to agree with her body, they would be perfect lovers. The melancholy thought was dismissed as two of Samael’s fingers slid inside of her pussy and twirled, feeling her out.

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