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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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https://www.evernightpublishing.com

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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-

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Becoming-His-Little-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BSK627Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1363098380&sr=8-1&keywords=becoming+his+little+one+ellis
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/becoming-his-little-one-by-isabella-olivia-ellis/

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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BLURB:

 

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.

 

 

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· 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…).

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Meet the lovely Tyler Robbins aka Robin Badillo

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Thank you so much for stopping by, I for one can’t wait to read this new story.

Tyler will be having a giveaway of a free digital copy to one reader who comments and leaves an email.  So please make sure to do that!~ Nikki

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!

Website /Blog: http://www.tylerrobbins.org

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BLURB:

Vampire, Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door.

Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long.

A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all.

Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?

ADULT * M/M/M* EXCERPT

Gauge cautiously entered a spacious loft with high vaulted ceilings and a dining room table filled with an assortment of food. To the right, he spotted a black, leather sofa with a very handsome and very naked man sprawled across it.

Gauge’s cock instantly twitched, his proclivity toward men revealing itself through his physical reaction.

“Hope you’re hungry.” Tristan’s voice resonated from the far left of the vast room.

Gauge’s gaze drifted away from the naked man and settled to where Tristan knelt at the foot of a chaise-lounge, intently suckling the inner thigh of yet another man.

The erotic moans of Tristan’s live meal filled the room, further stiffening Gauge’s shaft. Unsure what he should do, Gauge stepped back, only to be met by Caleb who handed him a glass of scotch. “Please, help yourself to whatever appeals to you.”

Dizzying thoughts danced in his mind. Which appetite should he satisfy first? This was new territory, far beyond the realms of even his vivid imagination. Should he indulge his physical hunger, his sexual needs, or neither, and keep his first day on the job strictly business?

“Perhaps he’s a watcher.” Caleb brushed past him as he strolled toward the lone man on the sofa.

Gauge drew in a deep breath to steady his spiraling nerves. “You feed right out in the open?”

Tristan ran his tongue up the length of the human’s cock then smiled. “They have no objections.” He then pricked his wrist with the tip of a pointy fang and allowed a few crimson drops to coat the lips of his quarry.

The man licked the blood, and his pupils immediately dilated.

“They drink from you?” Gauge swallowed hard, still trying to keep his wits about him.

“They give me the gift of an existence without pain. I give them unimaginable pleasure.” Tristan then kissed the man and returned to feasting upon his inner thigh.

Gauge glanced over at Caleb, who stood before the other man with his pants unzipped, gazing down intently as the man eagerly sucked his cock. Caleb’s hips rolled with the motion of the man’s bobbing head.

Caleb eyed Gauge with a smug grin. “He’s really good.”

Gauge licked his lips and wandered back toward the table where he blindly reached for a chair and took a seat. His heart pounded, and his cock pulsed. So fucking hot.

He’d been to clubs featuring group sex in back rooms, and had even participated once, but that was a long time ago and blood definitely hadn’t been involved. The erotic way Tristan fed only excited him more.

Gauge’s prick pressed tight against his jeans, and he fought the urge to jack off.

Tristan licked blood from his lips, nudged his partner to the side and joined him on the lounger. He skimmed his fingers across the man’s stomach, enough to make him shudder, but his seductive gaze remained locked on Gauge. “A ghastly sight, isn’t it?”

Gauge swallowed hard, his head booming from the erotic shock of it all. “Not at all.”

With speed too fast to measure, Tristan stood before him, his cock wet and stiff, smelling of sex and the unmistakable metallic scent of blood, an aroma Gauge recognized. “I suppose you’ve seen worse than a vampire fucking his meal?”

“Much worse.” That’s the understatement of the year.

Gauge tried not to dwell on the images which flashed through his mind. The macabre memory of flames reaching far above the rooftops of the small village where they’d burned the decapitated bodies of innocent victims and the vampires who had murdered them. The memory of diesel fuel mixed with the putrid stench of singeing hair and roasting skin Gauge thought would be imbedded in his brain forever, also sneaked out from the recesses of his mind where he’d safely tucked them away.

He shot up from the chair, overwhelmed and uncertain of what was worse, the haunting memories of the massacre, or how easily the thought of fucking this sexy vampire appealed to his body and mind, so much stronger than his desire to kill him.

Tristan eased closer and inhaled deeply, then turned his attention to the other vampire. “Caleb, take them away.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Gauge saw Caleb step back immediately followed by the snapping sound of fingers. “You heard my master. Let’s take this party on the road, boys.”

Gauge’s muscles tensed as he resisted reaching out and wrapping Tristan’s long hair around his fist and fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

As the door closed behind them, Tristan ran his hand down Gauge’s arm. “Kathryn told you, didn’t she?”

Gauge drew in a deep breath. “Not sure what you mean, Sir.”

“She told you how I came to be a vampire. How she plucked me quite literally from the brink of death and how my need for sex is the only thing to rival my thirst for blood.”

“She told me you had a way about you I’d possibly relate to.” Gauge understood now. Kathryn’s recommendation included benefits Gauge had never imagined.

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The Golden Cock by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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THE GOLDEN COCK (NAUGHTY FAIRY TALE) BLURB:

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

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Excerpt:

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

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

Feral Cravings by D. C. Stone

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D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction.

She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters. Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense and Erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello!

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Whew! Thanks for having me on today. I’m here to talk about the excited new release for my first series, Justice Demons. Feral Craving is book one of the series, and involves Bari and Mackenzie’s quest to find love.

Feral Craving is book one of a series I deemed The Justice Demons. Justice Demons, you ask? Yes, it is a paranormal romance, where a group of Special Forces members find out they aren’t exactly human, and have been created by a Goddess to help ward of the battle of good and evil. Their sole job is to protect the world, keep things in balance, much as they did in the military.    

Within Feral Craving, the first member finds his mate, someone he ran from nine years ago, thinking he was not good enough to have her. He wanted her life to be happy, and without doubts, something that he is not in shortage of.      

Needless to say, while he’s been gone, she hasn’t had said happiness, and things have changed…

 

Blurb: Bari has always felt a presence lurking deep inside of him, waiting to get out. After being injured in Iraq, where he was in-service with the Special Forces Team, he suddenly finds himself thrust back into his hometown, forced to face his past, and finds that what’s lurking inside of him is real, waiting, and running out of patience fast. What happens as the evil of his past merges with his wants of the future? What happens when the man and beast inside crave a female from his past? What happens when Bari learns that he is anything but human?

Excerpt:

Without warning, the room started to spin; a sudden, wicked wave of dizziness assaulted him. Bari lifted a hand, reaching for the wall, and grunted through the nausea. He wobbled on his legs, tried to reboot his mind. Christ, not this shit again! He needed his head. He had to get away, but in a desert half the size of the US of A, he didn’t have any fucking options.

A sound—a whisper to his left. He snapped his head up. Nothing. Just air and trash. The whisper moved to his right, suddenly magnified. Like nails on a chalkboard. Bari whirled, lifting the pistol at his leg, his M-4 rifle now forgotten at his feet. The room spun without warning. He held the pistol in front of him, wavering, pointing at who the fuck knew and nothing all at once. He rocked back on his heels and blinked, and his vision immediately focused. His stomach still rebelled against the spinning sensation, and he breathed through the bile rising up his throat.

Bari narrowed his eyes as a shape started to form before him. Fuzzy, gray and brown colors mixed and swirled. He blinked, trying to make his eyes and mind decipher what took shape. It was huge, as big as he, but what the fuck was it? Lines of blue intermingled beneath its brown and gray spots and, as it grew clearer, he saw what he pointed his muzzle at. Adrenaline rushed him. It couldn’t be. But the image was unmistakable. He stared at the figure that stared back at him. Then, it vanished—the shadow of what he swore was himself, disappeared.

“What the hell?”

A whisper caught his attention to his left. Suddenly, he remembered where he was, then turned and lifted his SIG Sauer handgun. Tony’s eyes widened, and his hands lifted in the air, one leather-covered hand around his rifle.

“Fucking shit, Bari. It’s me.” Pushing Bari’s weapon away from him, Tony narrowed his own stormy gaze at Bari. “You tight, man?”

Bari clamped his jaw shut, not really sure how to answer.

Tony’s lips thinned, then he glanced over his shoulder and tossed his head back. “Let’s get moving.”

Tony nodded down another dark hallway. Bari shook his head, clearing it of the fear bubbling inside of him. His stomach gurgled and he swallowed, forcing the still rising bile down. Something was off, something he couldn’t quite grasp. He felt as if he had walked into a dream—ventured into a dark tunnel. But he knew better, knew that the sun shined high and bright—hot as hell, outside.

The house was filthy, filled with dilapidated couches and mounds of trash and bottles. It couldn’t have been occupied for long. Hell, the place didn’t even look livable for New York City rats. His task set on what lay ahead. Bari worked slow but efficiently cleared each room he passed. In his ear, he heard Mike and Tyler mark their rooms, bringing the four of them together once again as the halls connected. One room remained, its door closed.

They stacked up, lined up as they had outside, their weapons trained on the door, then busted inside. Bari scanned the room as he led the way, expectant and ready.

They were met with nothing. Not one damn person. Whoever had run into this house seemed to have just disappeared into thin air. Cursing, Bari dropped his guard, lowered his weapon, and paced the room. His mind scrambled over the reports they’d studied, trying to recall every detail and feeling as if he had forgotten something. All eyes of the team were on him, waiting for a decision.

With a frustrated growl, he ripped open the front of his vest and breathed deep, letting air fill his tight chest. A bunker was supposed to be here, somewhere, but they had seen no evidence of it. It was like they’d been set up to clear an empty house. None of it made a damn lick of sense.

“Shit, we should have found something here. Where in the fuck did they go?” His team answered with silence. Shaking his head, he pushed his helmet off and scrubbed a hand through his hair.

Mike pulled a piece of gum from his pocket, unwrapped and shoved it in his mouth. The sound of his chewing snapped through the room. “Yeah, Bari, this looks like a dead-end. Doesn’t make any sense.”

Grabbing his pack of smokes from his own pocket, Bari popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

Needing to get some answers, Bari stepped around Tony. Adrenaline still rushed inside of him, his skin itchy with unused energy. He moved back down the hall and into the living area.

He glanced up. And time froze.

He would later tell himself he could have been faster, or ducked down. But Mike, a father with a six-year-old daughter back home, had followed behind him. So he didn’t move. Instead, he froze as the gunman stepped out from behind a door. Mike must have missed it. Fear stole up the back of his neck, the sensation reminiscent of a winding serpent. The gunman lifted his rifle. Low shouts rang out around Bari. Seconds ticked by like molasses dripping. Bari closed his eyes and braced for the pain, understanding he might not make it out alive. A shot rang out, the sound echoing through the walls. Pain exploded in his chest, his body. The cigarette he lit earlier dropped from his mouth, fell to the floor. He raised his eyes, meeting the gunman’s stare from across the room. Death sat in the man’s blank gaze, reflecting darkness, emptiness.

Bari felt consciousness slipping away. Funny how some people claim your life flashes before your eyes when you face death. Because the only thing that flashed before Bari’s was the life he never had and the woman who would’ve been in it: Mackenzie Walters.

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Evernight Publishing Valentine’s Snippet Blog Hop

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

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

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

Blurb:

Karmic Lust, 2

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

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

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

Be Warned: anal sex, m/m interaction

 

Excerpt:

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

“Any time I call your name what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jealousy. It had to stop, but how?

“Shut up and kiss me, Clay.”

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

 

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

 

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

 

Other Books in the Karmic Lust series:

Demon Mine

 

Marie Medina and her Sexy Highwaymen

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Thanks for having me! I am incredibly happy about the release of this series, and the final volume of the trilogy is one of my personal favorites out of everything I’ve ever written.

Stand and Deliver

 

Eloise thought being whisked to another dimension by a handsome man would be a fantasy come true, but the gorgeous nobleman in question can’t even make her come. As she tries to figure out how to free herself of him, she begins to notice a masked man following her wherever she goes.

In this world of lords and ladies, should she be afraid when this dashing highwayman rides up and demands that she be delivered into his arms? Her brain tells her to be wary, but her body tells her that the ultimate fantasy might be within reach after all…

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Your Money or Your Life

When Jacob fell moving a portrait in the museum where he worked, he was worried about damaging it. He never imagined he would fall into it and wake up in another dimension. Though his day does start to improve when a sexy masked man rides to his rescue…

Gerard thought his friends Adam and Eloise would be the enchanted portrait’s only victims, but when he finds a gorgeous but bewildered young man wandering in the woods, he realizes how wrong he was. Now he has to enlist the help of a man he can’t stand to put a stop to the magic, even though he’d much rather be spending that time in the arms of the sexy man now sharing his home.

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All Mine

Theodore has already been disappointed in love twice, and he isn’t looking for any more heartache. So when the handsome Nicholas, who happens to be suffering under a curse placed by Theodore’s mischievous godmother, informs Theodore that his love is the only cure, Theodore refuses to believe it. But Nicholas knows from their very first kiss that Theodore is the man for him. He isn’t going to give up until he convinces Theodore their love is what they’ve both spent years longing for.

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