Monday, June 29, 2015

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes


Fangirl favorite Alexander Kingston has a “type”—blonde, willowy and sophisticated. He doesn’t give mousey wardrobe mistress Elizabeth a second look, until she transforms herself and sets out to seduce him.

But dark desires are at play. Before long their erotic encounter will turn into a date to die for.
Inside Scoop: This story contains sinister themes and predatory intentions.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Fangirl favorite Alexander Kingston has a “type”—blonde, willowy and sophisticated. He doesn’t give mousey wardrobe mistress Elizabeth a second look, until she transforms herself and sets out to seduce him.

But dark desires are at play. Before long their erotic encounter will turn into a date to die for.
Inside Scoop: This story contains sinister themes and predatory intentions.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Review:

This book kept me reading until the last page was done. Short and shivery, it went down like a salted caramel mocha-with ground glass lurking in the bottom of the cup. Just when you think it's going to be smooth as silk it gets you...What wonderful writing and and sinister intent. I loved it! Would love to see more of this author. Love the length of this one too-just right to read before bed.

5/5

Colors by G.C. Nichols


Gypsies bestowed the curse. A sadistic man unleashed its power.
Gioia Vita, at thirty-four, is not living the joyous life her cultural name might suggest. Haunted by an abusive past and tormented by the harsh illustrations of a cynical world she struggles to bury her secrets and find serenity in her life. Plagued by a glitch in her vision, she perceives colors and mystical imagery surrounding people that warn her of their intrinsic nature. With a fear of old world superstitions implanted into her from an early age, Gioia finds herself believing in these enchantments. Especially now, that she is seeing these… colors.
 The desire for adventure in her sheltered life prevails when an acquaintance invites her back into the subculture of her rebellious youth. Her vision helps her navigate this tumultuous world few get to experience, the world of 1%ers. An enclave of brothers, bearing colors that reject normal society. She unexpectedly finds the warm colors of family, friends and a new love. Braden Davies restores passion in her heart, but can an outlaw from a chaotic underground culture heal her wounds? First, they must conquer the manipulative adversary that haunts them, unearth long buried family secrets, and learn that sometimes a curse can really be a gift.
Author Bio
G.C. Nichols is a Creative Director by day, a graduate of Parsons School of Design, and writer by night. Brought up by parents possessing a strong respect for the arts she was afforded the freedom to pursue and explore her artistic abilities in New York City. Developing interests in writing, fashion, fine art and music led a youthful nature of rebellion to emerge within her.
Placed on a motorcycle for the first time at a very young age paved the way to a passion for riding, and into the intriguing world of motorcycle clubs. The fearless nature and free-thinking ways of this underground culture felt like a natural place for an artist with curiosities to call home.
Growing up as a first-generation Italian American offered G.C. the opportunity to learn about the mystical realm of gypsies and curses, or as she likes to refer to it, Italian witchcraft. Spending summers in Southern Italy allowed her to interact with these mysterious characters first hand, their fiery spirit embedded in her mind forever.
Other than getting lost in the imaginary worlds her mind creates, G.C. enjoys riding, hunting, and fishing, with her husband, family and friends. She is happiest on the wooded acres of serenity they call home in upstate New York, surrounded by a wild array of entertaining pets.
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Excerpt from Chapter Sixteen: Resolution

The sun emitted particularly balmy rays that seeped into my exposed skin and warmed me throughout. Like Mom's chicken soup on a cold day, it flowed through my body to my soul and healed me. The wind cooled my face, knotted my long flowing hair, and created pockets of force between my limbs as it raced against us. We were in flight for the two-hour ride, and my soul appreciated some much needed freedom. Even though my sunglasses kept the bright sun out of my eyes, Braden's brilliant metallic fire captivated me.
We snuck in small rides every day the fall weather permitted, but this particular Indian summer day was an unexpected gift received along the Merritt Parkway. The almost eighty degree temperature was truly out of the ordinary for the end of October. We were going to an ally club's Halloween party that evening and decided to extend the trip to northern Connecticut.
There were few times in my life I could remember being this happy. Waking up to Braden's golden sun almost every morning for the past few weeks surely made this one of them. I felt safe with him, not only because of his gleaming rapture that guaranteed he was pure but also because I could sense it in everything he did. His touch was always gentle, and he never failed to watch over me. In these past few weeks, I grew to know him well and love him entirely.
I was still frightened and questioning everything. What had I done to deserve him in my life? Had I endured enough hardship to finally find a decent man? Our passion was rising to daring heights, and I wanted nothing more than to become one with him, but he always held back, as if making love could risk our bond. Was it only a matter of time before the devil would find me again and take Braden away?
The gypsies continued to invade my dreams and fear of their evil nature consumed me. Luckily, I managed to hide the nightly turmoil from Braden. My brain struggled to comprehend the most recent nightmare. I found myself wandering back to last night's vision.
"Mom, can we open the presents now? Please!" I begged my mother.
She looked lovingly into my eyes and smiled. "Not yet, Gioia. We have to take care of something very important first."
I watched as my mother hung bundles of red peppers around the room and wondered what could be more critical than opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why was she decorating now? The Christmas tree lit up the otherwise dark room, and the large nativity set beneath it glowed shimmering white light.
My aunt poured water into a large, ornate ceramic bowl and then waited patiently, holding a small pitcher of greenish oil over it.
"Is Zia Francesca making something special tonight?" I asked, my juvenile mind always hoping for the next treat. Spending Christmas in Italy meant I would be spoiled with gifts and sweets typically unimaginable. It was rare we spent the holidays in Europe and my aunts would cater to my every wish.
"Yes, but probably not what you're thinking of," my mother answered, chuckling.
 "What do you mean?" My voice turned to a full on whine as I grew impatient.
"Tonight is a holy night and we're going to utilize the exceptional power we're offered to say a prayer over you so no evil can ever hurt you. It's a special gift that Zia Francesca wants to offer you," my mother explained.
"Ti voglio protegere dal malocchio," my aunt told me in her native language. I only understood some of the words and looked to my mother for clarification.
"Zia Francesca said she wants to protect you from the evil eye."
A sudden chill crawled up my spine and I shivered, almost falling off the high stool I sat on. Terror treaded wildly over my skin. Immature thoughts clouded my eight-year old brain allowing my mother's words to send me into utter panic. Evil? What did I need protection from?
My mother nodded to my aunt as she made her way across the room to stand near us. Zia Francesca slowly drizzled the thick, green oil into the bowl of water.
I counted nine drops carefully placed in the shape of a cross. We all watched quietly as the small, liquid circles spun away from one another, slow at first, then gaining speed until the outline of an eye appeared.
"It's true. She is cursed," my mother whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
"What, mom? What's the matter? What do you mean?" I begged.
"Gioia, pay attention! Just do as I and Zia Francesca do." My mother commanded, avoiding my wide eyes and panicked tone. She made the sign of the cross in front of me and exclaimed, "Padre, Figlio, Spirito Santo."
"Dammi la tua mano," Zia Francesca commanded me to give her my hands. She also began gesturing the sign of the cross over my pale skin.
I could see the outline of the gypsy in my peripheral vision. She stood in the window just beyond the Christmas tree watching us. I refused to make eye contact. My body sat frozen, and terrified from the mysterious ritual my mother and aunt were performing. I would obey my mother until this nightmare ended.
"Father, this prayer is being said for Gioia. I pray it works in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." My mother spoke the words quietly, closing her eyes and lifting her head up toward heaven.
She continued to chant as a gust of wind swept across the tiled floor. It wrapped around me and seeped into my pores forcing tears of panic as I shut my eyes in horror.
"Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirt, as it was in the beginning is now and forever shall be," my mother concluded and grabbed my right hand. Zia Francesca already clutched my left in a firm hold.
The warmth of their skin brought on a calm sensation that flowed throughout me. I finally found the courage to face the gruesome hag staring at me through the window. Cavernous wrinkles weighed on the corners of her eyes turning them into slits of darkness. Her voluminous lips curled downward into a scowl only meant to curse. The multiple strands of colorful beads encircling her neck appeared to choke her. The sight of her was hideous and I found myself hissing the word, "Zincara."
My mother and Zia Francesca jerked their heads toward the window. The gypsies' outline dissipated into a puff of amethyst smoke, and she was gone.
The bike slowed as we approached our destination, waking me out of my memory. I shook my head trying to free my brain from its' unnerved state. Realizing my dreams did nothing but bring on paranoia, I decided to chase out the crazy thoughts. Braden's gentle soul gave me hope to believe in righteousness again, and being with him was the most blissful place in the world. Even if an evil gypsy or the devil came, I would fight. A surge of adrenaline ran through me as I realized that, in the end, no one could keep me away from this love.


 1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I had a great love story in my head and wanted to share it with the world!
2. Plotter or pantster?
Plotter??
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
My book! A gold elephant and a Buddha head.
4. Favorite food?
Too many to say one… Mom’s chicken soup, mac & cheese or homemade Sunday sauce!
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
“Colors” is an urban fantasy packed with old world gypsy folklore and the tumultuous world of outlaw motorcycle clubs. Gioia and Braden’s love for one another motivates the story. They must conquer a manipulative adversary that haunts them, unearth long buried family secrets, and learn that sometimes a curse can really be a gift to find peace in their newfound romance. Gioia’s character really spoke to me. I can relate to her tumultuous past and the struggle she has with staying optimistic about her future.
6. I write because ____...
My inner artist demands it of me!
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I equally loved my hero, Braden and heroine, Gioia. They both showed insecurities but fought hard for their love and showed a great deal of strength through hard times.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
Yikes! I’m blushing. Writing love scenes are hard for me so I try to incorporate a huge build up of desire, it makes the reader only want it more!
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Keep writing; don’t stop, no matter who says no or what gets in your way. “Ride or die!”
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
My next pursuit is to begin interviewing outlaw motorcycle club members and tell their stories. I have some intriguing characters lined up and am very excited to get started. I’m also currently working on Book Two of the Dissension Series, “Brothers”, the follow up to “Colors”, and hoping to finish the trilogy with “Outlaws” in the next two years.
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G.C. Nichols is a Creative Director by day, a graduate of Parsons School of Design, and writer by night. Other than getting lost in the imaginary worlds her mind creates, G.C. enjoys riding, hunting, and fishing, with her husband, family and friends. She is happiest on the wooded acres of serenity they call home in upstate New York, surrounded by a wild array of entertaining pets.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Just Desserts Release Day!



JUST DESSERTS - A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights
22 Bestselling, award-winning and multi-published authors bring you the naughtiest delights.
Michele Bardsley ~ Honey Bear ~ The Pearson’s Security Series
Renee George ~ Alpha-Bites ~ The Cull: Claimed by the Alpha
Jodi Redford ~ Perfect Passion ~ Perfect Chemistry
Zara Cox ~ Indigo Velvet ~ Indigo Lounge Series
Renea Mason ~ Tasting Paris ~The Good Doctor Trilogy
Piper Denna ~ Confidential Craving ~ Fantasies Inc. Series
Erzabet Bishop ~ Black Magic Café
Iyana Jenna ~ Strictly Professional
Anne Lange ~ Blind Taste Test
S.J. Maylee ~ Common Grounds
Terri George ~ Feast on Me
Lee Rene ~ The Sweetness in the Pudding
Mindy Larson ~ Sweet Tooth
Felicity Kates ~ Super-Sex Me ~ The Little Miss Kick-Ass Series
Emma Nichols ~ Sinfully Sweet ~ The Sweet Series
Libby Sinclair ~ Cake Topper ~ The Incarnation Chronicles
Rissa Blakeley ~ A Little Taste of Naughty ~ The Shattered Lives Series
Mariah Kingsley ~ Sugar and Spice
Rosemary Rey ~ Always the Last One
Persephone Jones ~ Cherry Tart
Christine Severin ~ Cherry Lips
J.S Snow ~ Claiming


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The Prince of Whispers

1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I started writing because the characters in my head wouldn't shut up. Erotic romance is a genre I enjoy reading, and the story just seems to follow that path as I write. Most of my work has elements of romance, enhanced with heat and passion. I just listen to the characters and follow their lead.
2. Plotter or pantster?
A bit of both. I like to outline what needs to happen in the book, making sure I address all the character's goals and their motivation. Everything else comes as I write. So there are a lot of surprises when the story unfolds. I like it that way. That little bit of plotting keeps me on track, but I still get to enjoy the intricacies as the characters unveil them.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Coffee, a notebook with brainstorming ideas/outlines, and chocolate. All three keep me focused on my task and motivated.
4. Favorite food?
Cheesecake. I like rich, delicious, velvety cheesecake. *stomach growls* Now I have a craving.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Prince Crispin. Ugh, he spoke to me all right. He wouldn't shut up. I couldn't get any work done on any other project because he hovered over my shoulder, whispering ideas in my ear.
The Prince of Whispers is an adventure into the world of a self-indulgent, charismatic prince and his interaction with a spirited female outlaw who abhors the nobility. They both have erroneous views of reality and attempt to change the world around them. But neither of them really comprehend the truth...they need each other to bring unity to the kingdom, or it will be engulfed by treason and civil war.
6. I write because ____...
I would go insane if I didn't purge the thoughts of all these characters.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I love anti-heroes and villains. The characters who could so easily be considered evil, but are often misunderstood or driven to acts of desperation. Their flaws are obvious, but seeing the character's growth as the story progresses makes the journey even more satisfying.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I wrote a scene in The Prince of Whispers that involves both the prince, his Ruby, and his best friend. It was by far one of the sexiest scenes I have ever written. But I can't talk too much about it without giving away spoilers. One thing I can say is there was a blindfold involved. *wink*
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Write every day. Make it a habit. Even if you think its total crap, write it down. You can edit later. Also, write what you love and learn to grow as a writer. Never be satisfied that this is as good as it can get.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I plan on writing a novella to finish out the events that began in A Cat Without a Grin. (A short wonderland inspired tale that is available for free.) Topper and Madame Red have some unfinished business to attend.
Thanks for having me today.

<3 jen="" o:p="">


Reader intro:

Dear reader...

If you are expecting a traditional medieval tale or charming prince, you will not find it here. I am not like other men for I have a voracious appetite and will appease it no matter the cost. Do you doubt my confession? Then I invite you to step into my kingdom.

Women were created for pleasure, tis my obligation to see them fulfilled. When I whisper, they come to me. All save one...Lady Ruby. I can see the desire in her eyes even though her pure and noble heart fights against it. She may be an outlaw, but a rare gem such as she has never been found in Meradin.  She is my challenge, my penance, and my weakness. Nothing short of Almighty God Himself can keep her from me. I shall possess her. Ruby is mine.

Dear reader, will you begrudge me your company when you learn of my past and how wicked I can truly be? Or will you come to me willingly, surrender yourself to my charms, and beg for more? Surely my tale of intrigue, murder, and treason will be enough to tempt you to sin with me if only for a short while. Come with me, and I will lay myself bare.

Crispin Saville


Excerpt: 

"Tell me, lovely Ruby, how many men have you killed?"
For a moment, she stared at him, distracted by his compliment, then struck by his question. "Too many," she replied as she fingered the bow at her side.
"Not with an arrow, at a distance," he said, leaning closer, his gaze riveted to hers, his blue eyes piercing her own. Her heart fluttered and pounded. He continued, his voice low, his words deliberate. "I mean, plunged your blade into their chest, felt the grind of bone against the blade, and watched the life drain from their eyes."
Ruby opened her mouth to answer but snapped it closed. The truth was, she hadn't, but she could not bring herself to tell him. She wasn't proud of the fact that she had killed anyone at all, but something in his expression made her want to earn his approval. But that was ridiculous. Why should she care what a pompous noble's son thought of her? She pressed her lips together.
"That is what I thought," he said, the corners of his mouth twisting up.
"Does it matter?" she snapped.
"It does. What if one of your rescues goes awry and a bandit has you pinned, ready to rape you or worse? Your bow cannot save you. Will you let him take you any way he wishes and then steal your last breath with agony and pain?"
She stared at him, her jaw clenched tight. "I shall defend myself as necessary."
"Even if that means slitting his throat?"
"Aye."
His eyes narrowed. "I do not believe you. I could take a blade to your throat right now, and you would let me live."
Ruby slapped him, the crack of her palm against his cheek louder than she had anticipated. His smile widened, humor dancing in his eyes as they focused on her. She raised her hands to strike him again, and his hand encircled her wrist.
Within a breath, he straddled her thighs, his hands around both wrists, effectively pinning her against the tree. She glared at him as he sat on her lap. Ruby jerked her body, trying to free herself. His hold tightened.
"Get off of me," she ground out from between her teeth.
"I told you," he said, leaning closer so his breath whispered across her cheek. "You could not take me."
"Let me at my dagger and I shall prove it." Ruby met his gaze. Her mind raged at her, screaming at the imminent danger. Her body betrayed her as her back arched toward him, her breasts brushing against his tunic.
"Not today," he said as his lips claimed hers.
The kiss went straight to her head, pleasure surged through her mingling with her anger. Indecision swirled through her mind like a whirlpool. The more she fought him, the harder he leaned against her, sliding his body along hers. Delicious friction played between them. Sparks of desire ignited inside of her. Even though she did not want him, she wanted what he offered. A hunger she could not even recognize had awakened.
The pressure of his kiss shifted as he tasted the seam of her lips. Ruby opened her mouth in a gasp of surprise, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue into its moist warmth. She thrashed against him, indignant at his actions. A slow heat unfurled in her belly, reaching up and out, fogging her thoughts, stealing her will to fight him. His tongue slid against hers, and she moaned against his mouth, her resolve crumbling to ash. She met his passion, tasting him for herself, the flavor of whisky and temptation drawing her deeper. His grip on her loosened a bit as she arched against him, wanting more contact.
He nipped her lower lip between his teeth and drew it into his mouth. She groaned as he released her hands and cupped her face between his palms to kiss her again, deeply. Ruby clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingernails into him.
"Such fire," he whispered against her lips. "You burn for me, do you not?" He slipped his fingers over her throat, trailing down to the string at the top of her tunic. With one hand, he loosened the knot and pulled the material back, exposing her chest and the soft curve of her breast. His eyes held hers. Her breath came in rapid pants as his touch drifted lower. He was right; she was on fire. "Shall we let it consume us?"


Biography:

Jen Bradlee can get away with murder, metaphorically speaking of course.  She is a sensual woman who enjoys people watching, belly dancing, and taking walks in the rain.  Give her a man who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and plays hard. The ones with rough edges and a little scruff are the best. She finds cathartic release when she pours all her fantasies and desires into her writing.  Comes with a warning label.  "Too hot to handle."

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

A Dom for Patti-New Release from Elodie Parkes Blog Tour and Giveaway


A Dom for Patti, June 16 release from Evernight Publishing
When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness, she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening, and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date—just what is going on and will they ever get together?
An erotic romance, with Dom/sub and spanking elements—a contemporary, magical love story.


Background to the story
I wrote a story titled Rescuing Cade published by Evernight in February this year. In that story, Patti, the heroine from a Dom for Patti, is introduced to Cade. They are both visiting The Club, a select BDSM club. Cade is kind to Patti, but his heart already belongs to someone else and after only a few minutes he tells Patti he’s leaving. In that few minutes, he kisses Patti and she feels an instant attraction to him. Unfortunately, lonely Patti is destined not to be with Cade.
I liked Patti a lot and I decided to write her story. It’s an erotic romance with a twist. Patti is hoping for love as well as a handsome Dom to fill her lonely life, when she meets hunky Cameron in The Club, she thinks her luck is looking up … let’s hope so.

Interview with Cameron
1. If you were a dessert, what would you be?
Chocolate ice cream cake with a drizzle of coffee liqueur
2. What is it like being a personal trainer?
I enjoy seeing people achieve their goals and becoming happier with themselves. I travel with them sometimes, if they’re a movie star or model trying to get back into shape, and that can be fun.
3. What do you do when you need to blow off steam?
I own a fitness center with my brother so I work out and sometimes I’ll take off on a rock-climbing spree.
4. What do you look for in a woman?
Gentleness, intelligence, a sense of humor, sexiness, courage, beautiful eloquent eyes
5. What’s your favorite sex toy?
Mmm, let me think for a moment … okay well all kinds of vibrators and lubes are great because I can give my lady more pleasure
6. The blurb for A Dom for Patti mentions spanking, can we expect some in the story and do you enjoy spanking?
(Laughs) I’ve never been spanked per se, although Patti has dared to slap me on the ass as I pass naked, which I loved and had to kiss her loads to reassure her it was okay. I spank her because it makes her wet, but I don’t put my strength behind it. I do it for her to give her pleasure not to hurt. Frankly, I’d be devastated if I hurt her. I cherish her—she’s mine and we both know it, but that means I take care of her.
7. Tell us a little about Patti.
She works in fashion. She’s pretty, small, slender, and fits over my shoulder. (Smiles) She’s sexy, clever, interesting, luscious … let’s stop this before I start craving her kiss.
8. So, this is a love story?
It sure is. It’s hot, sexy, and there’s a journey, but it’s all worth it.

About Elodie Parkes
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes, even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.
Elodie loves:
Music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings and garter belts, movies, and potatoes, in any order. Elodie is addicted to black leather jackets, and faded jeans, and owns so many she’s ashamed to count them.



ONE
The scene with her tonight enchanted him. He glanced over to where she was dressing.
Patti struggled with the zip of her dress.
Cameron went to her. He fastened her dress and ran his hand along the nape of her neck, turning her to face him.
Cameron’s heart filled with hope at Patti’s tender smile. He handed her shoes over. “Here you go.”
Patti took them. “Thank you, Sir.”
He watched her balance to put them on for a moment before scooping her up and helping as she laughed and clutched his shoulders. Walking with her in his arms, he deposited her on a barstool. “I’d like it very much if you’d call me Cameron.”
She nodded. Her thick blonde hair shone in the light from the bar. The white strip lights reflected in the mirror tiles at the back of the bar sent streaks glistening as she pushed her hair from her face and nodded in agreement. “Yes, Sir.”
Cameron hardened his expression. “I expect you to do as I say, even though our scene is over. I’ve asked you to call me by my name. It will be great if you’d do that.” He turned to the bartender. “Coffee for me, thanks.” He looked at Patti for her order.
She sat sideways on the stool, turned toward him. “For me too. Thank you, Cameron.”
Just how much he enjoyed hearing his name from her lips sent a spike of surprise through him. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes as he pulled the next barstool along and sat to face her. For a whole minute, he drank in the sight of her. With her small rounded nose, the pretty shape of her face, and those oh so kissable lips slightly parted as if she waited for his mouth on hers—she was just right. He gave in to the sweet temptation of her mouth and leaned over to kiss her.
Cameron breathed in the soft scent of her skin as his nose pressed against her cheek. Her response to his kiss sent him hurtling into desire so strong he pushed his hand up between her thighs and his fingertips traced the shape of her slit through the soft fabric of her panties.
A low groan escaped him. He broke away from the kiss. “If you have no Master or wish for a more permanent Dom, I’m inclined to apply for the vacancy.” He murmured the words as he gazed into Patti’s eyes. “I will expect your fidelity. I can’t share you, unless you’re desperate to have a ménage, and then I’ll choose the third partner in our sexual pleasure. I don’t do pain, so fair warning. I do spank when you really ask for punishment by continued disobedience and if it makes you wet…” He stopped talking for a moment as he saw a fleeting emotion in her eyes and knew it did make her wet, and then continued. “I will want some extended scenes with some restraint you’re comfortable with, so that I can fully appreciate your sexy little body and response to my attention—I will take care of you. What do you think?”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing


TWO
The darkness soothed Patti. The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and began to wonder why she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long. Happy now, she wandered along to the bar and ordered coffee.
Patti spent a pleasant ten minutes drinking her coffee and talking with the bartender, before a man and woman she’d seen around The Club in the past arrived at the bar. Patti cast a sidelong glance at them before transferring her scrutiny to watching their touches and kisses through the length of mirror along the back of the bar. They were obviously a couple. More than that, they were obviously in love.
Patti left the sight that reminded her of what she desperately wanted and walked along to the end of the room. She stopped in the gloom there and considered going home. She’d shaken her depression and maybe on her next visit she’d find one of the Masters free.
About to move off, instead, Patti turned abruptly. Someone approached from behind and she was suddenly aware she lurked around in the entrance to the corridor that led to the private rooms.
He was closer than she’d anticipated. A hard muscular chest met her, and as she bumped against the man, his arms enclosed her.
Patti looked up into the face of a man she’d never seen before.
His eyes were dark in the gloom. He’d stopped further into the shadows, but the handsome planes of his face were still obvious. A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smiled.
“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He left his arms around her.
Patti soaked up the contact. She looked at him with interest. “I was deep in thought.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
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Monday, June 15, 2015

Just Desserts: Pre-order Now!


Feast on this collection of 22 Contemporary and Paranormal/Sci-Fi/Fantasy Erotic stories from bestselling, award-winning and multi-published authors, in this limited-time anthology. All stories are exclusive new content and can be read without reading the series, but will be icing on the cake for readers loyal to each saga. 


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JUST DESSERTS - A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights 
22 Bestselling, award-winning and multi-published authors bring you the naughtiest delights. 

Michele Bardsley ~ Honey Bear ~ The Pearson’s Security Series 
Renee George ~ Alpha-Bites ~ The Cull: Claimed by the Alpha 
Jodi Redford ~ Perfect Passion ~ Perfect Chemistry 
Zara Cox ~ Indigo Velvet ~ Indigo Lounge Series 
Renea Mason ~ Tasting Paris ~The Good Doctor Trilogy 
Piper Denna ~ Confidential Craving ~ Fantasies Inc. Series 
Erzabet Bishop ~ Black Magic Café 
Iyana Jenna ~ Strictly Professional 
Anne Lange ~ Blind Taste Test 
S.J. Maylee ~ Common Grounds 
Terri George ~ Feast on Me 
Lee Rene ~ The Sweetness in the Pudding 
Mindy Larson ~ Sweet Tooth 
Felicity Kates ~ Super-Sex Me ~ The Little Miss Kick-Ass Series 
Emma Nichols ~ Sinfully Sweet ~ The Sweet Series 
Libby Sinclair ~ Cake Topper ~ The Incarnation Chronicles 
Rissa Blakeley ~ A Little Taste of Naughty ~ The Shattered Lives Series 
Mariah Kingsley ~ Sugar and Spice 
Rosemary Rey ~ Always the Last One 
Persephone Jones ~ Cherry Tart 
Christine Severin ~ Cherry Lips 
J.S Snow ~ Claiming

Friday, June 12, 2015

Sci Spanks 2015



Sci Spanks 2015 is here! 

Coincidentally, it is also time for the Spanking A to Z Challenge!

M is for Miles and Miles loves to help give a good spanking...


The rules for Sci Spanks, in brief (full version here):
  1. Register here
  2. Visit all blogs and leave a high-quality comment responding to the story content. Deadline: Midnight EDT (UTC-5) Sunday, June 14
  3. Add VIP or A (Author) to your comments. If you are a confirmed VIP, you may submit your comments in one document to ana_stasia2007@yahoo.com, subject line: Sci Spanks 2015 VIP.
  4. Join the Facebook/Twitter author chats and parties
  5. Prize announcements Friday, June 19!
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Blurb:

Sometimes a girl just needs a good spanking…

Sydney Marr longs to taste the mysteries behind the Red Door but first she must master the forces within that threaten her fragile control. For Sydney, coming to terms with her new self may be the most freeing thing of all but sometimes it takes a friend to help you through to the other side.



To read this story, make sure you pick up the Sci Spanks 2015 Anthology!



If you enjoyed meeting Miles, Sydney and Gideon, read more of their story in Club Beam.

Question for readers:

What kind of fairy tales would you like to read? #BBW? Paranormal? Shifter? Contemporary? Tell me what fairy tale makes you dream of naughty things for a chance to win a copy of Club Beam. 

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Blurb:
In the Shadow World, nothing is as it seems.

Detective Sydney Marr is having a very bad day. Her boss is on the warpath, she’s being treated for a werewolf bite, and her current case has hit a dead end. When her friend Erika talks Syd into going with her to Club Beam, she jumps at the chance, even if it means spending an evening without her spell arsenal. A high-class vampire bar and fetish club, Club Beam is fantasy made real.

Club owner and Dom Gideon Raines spies the red-haired beauty and is transfixed. A fight against a skillful murderer brings war for fae and vampire alike. Sometimes when you play with monsters, the monsters play back.


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About the Author:

Erzabet Bishop is the author of Club Beam, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Tethered, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts Jess and Marnie interactive choose your own adventure romances and more. She is a contributing author to The Big Book of Submission, Slave Girls, Hungry for More and many other anthologies. She is a finalist for the 2015 Goldie Awards and an active member of the Romance Writers of America. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and is often playing at local bookstores. Follow her posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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