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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

#Paranormal Erotic #Romance and #MM #BDSM Intersects In The Sexiest If Not The Most Bizarre And Dangerous Way

Who says Paranormal Erotic Romance and MM, BDSM can't intersect in a sexy, crazy and unusual way... 

It does when you have a man or shall I say demon who has a thing for messing with guys heads and as well as their dangly bits as he puts it.  But this guy can take it as good as he gives it.  

Meet Crowley the King of Hell.  He's known for sealing his demonic deals (mostly closing the deal with people who want to sell their souls) with a kiss.  And it must include tongue for males and females. However, if he doesn't like it, he'll make you do it again.

But he really gets his jollies by having some Slashy goodness with the men in his life....

If you do manage to catch him.  Don't worry about tying him up and then adding a bit of pain to his predicament. It won't hurt him in the least bit. Like he always says to one of his favorite chew toys...

"Torture? Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier really putting the S.A.M. into S & M."

He does this stuff to himself on Friday nights just for kicks.  Crowley likes bondage... But mostly he's a Sadist.

Why does he do it?  Because like any good or in his case evil Dom, it is his way of showing you how much he cares....

However, he's not above playing matchmaker too. He knows a submissive when he sees one.... And always has the perfect Dom or Domme in mind for you... So if you are a sub, watch out, the little devil is a hell of a matchmaker. 

Of course, you realize the Domme or Dom he's hooking you up with is either a demon or a Knight of Hell. Just an FYI on that part. 

But Crowley is mainly into deep meaningful relationships.  Not as your main squeeze but your side chick... you know the one you run too...the person you tell all of your deep, dark and dirty secrets.  

He's the devil on your shoulder planting those thoughts in your head...tempting you.  

But don't hurt him because inevitably he will talk to you death about the emotions he's experiencing. And I mean literally to death...

If you want to know more about this devilishly handsome and kinky guy... watch Supernatural.  

He's determined to "Make Hell Great Again."

Happy Halloween...

Friday, October 21, 2016

The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse - Will Their Passion Overcome Their Different Lives? #Contemporary #Romance #MF


Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.

Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.

But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?



I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?

Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.

Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.

“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?”

The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.

I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.

She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.

“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”

She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?

I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”

Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”

She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.
I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in.

She’s not from around here.


Author Bios:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one-eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Shopping For A Billionaire's Wife by Julia Kent - She And The Man Of Her Dreams Are Escaping Their Crazy Wedding #Romantic #Comedy

Book Blurb:

Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me.

My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else.

By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas.

The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony.

Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride.

I can’t win, can I?

Oh. Yeah. I already did.

Love conquers all.

Even my crazy family.

Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife is the 8th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. 

After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. 

When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.



“I’m ready to throw my phone into a running jet engine,” Declan says against my mouth, the vibration of his deep voice making me shiver.

“Better than throwing in my mother,” I joke.

His silence makes me stomach clench.

“Declan!” I say with a nudge.

He laughs, the chuckle a tactile sensation I feel through his chest. My hands are still on his neck and back, and he’s pressing his forehead against mine.

“Let’s not talk about Marie right now,” he says.


Without effort, we pivot and return to the path toward the terminal. My wedding dress has a long train, covered in silk, tartan, tulle and what feels like chain mail. Declan seems to anticipate any potential mishap I may experience, expertly shoving various pieces of fabric out of the way so I can move with freedom and grace. Who on earth thought this monstrosity of a wedding dress was a good idea for a July ceremony in Massachusetts?

Oh. Right.

She Who Must Not Be Named.

I love my mom. I do. But I don’t love what the wedding made her become.

We enter the private airport lounge, where a large, thin-screen television is bolted to the ceiling in one corner. When I was a little girl, Dad liked to bring me, Carol and Amy to the local small airport. The place had a diner in it, and we’d order French fries and strawberry milkshakes, spending an hour or two watching the planes land and take off. If we were lucky, a helicopter would come along.

Once, a really friendly pilot let us climb in his plane.

The place is nothing like that little airport. This is where millionaires and billionaires go to avoid the TSA.

The rich really do live different lives than the rest of us.

This lounge is all clean glass and smoky brown leather. If you told me that the same interior designer who decorated James McCormick’s office at Anterdec had done this job, I’d believe you.

It looks like Teddy Roosevelt came back from the dead and demanded his own airport.

The small bar chairs, dark brown and creased with the kind of patina and age that looks shabby on cheaper leather, but chic and old-world sophisticated among the wealthy, are filled with a smattering of men and women, most in their fifties on up.

All of the servers and bartenders are in their twenties, and not a single one has an extra ounce of fat on them. It’s like Crossfit decided to hold a bartender school.

As we walk into the lounge, every single pair of eyes swivels to take us in.

“Why are they staring at us?” I ask Declan, clutching his arm.

“Because you’re wearing a wedding dress and I look like something out of a BBC documentary?” he answers smoothly.

I look down at myself. Look over at him. Take in the kilt, the socks covering his calves, the laces on his special Scottish shoes.


One of the patrons, a man who is sitting next to a woman who looks like an adventurous traveler and not a mannequin on a rich man’s arm, points to the television, then back to us.

“You two on the run?”


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Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Wolf and His Earth Goddess by Maia Dylan- His Rescue Mission Became Personal As Soon As He Realized It Was His Mate- #Shifter #MF #Erotic #Romance #Paranormal #Contemporary


What would you do if you featured in a prophecy that if left unsolved meant the end of the world? Casey Rika went camping!  Despite being a powerful Elemental, she got shot twice, left for dead in the middle of the forest and ended up in the arms of the wolf from her dreams.

As the Earth Elemental determined by birth, and chosen by a goddess, Casey had until the first day of summer to solve her part of the prophecy, and start the journey to save a goddess caught in the Otherworld, and defeat a God.  How hard could that be?

Micah Winters rescue mission into the national park where he worked as a ranger, became personal as soon as he realized it was his mate he was rescuing.  Now, Micah really only had one goal – help his mate solve the prophecy and keep her alive.

**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration**


“How did you know I was your mate?” Micah asked suddenly, and Casey smiled. She had been wondering when this was going to come up again.

“Well, because of- let’s just say circumstances in my life beyond my control, I have a very strong interest in the super natural.  I have met with, and spoke to a lot of shifter communities and leaders over the years.  I met the Sharman for one of the northern wolf packs who told me I was the mate to a wolf, and that he would come for me when I was in danger. He told me that I would recognize you immediately and would feel the mating bond form and I did.”  

Casey smiled shyly as Micah’s eyes softened as he looked at her.  She had left out a few other indications like the fact that she had dreamed about him for years, but if he didn’t remember those dreams then perhaps the Fates had only meant them for her.

“I learnt a lot from each and every person I spoke with, and the fact that for wolf shifters you won’t fully merge with your inner wolf spirit until you actually scent your mate was something I found beautiful.” Casey was quiet for a moment as she struggled to but her thoughts into words.

“That moment when you scent your mate and everything aligns within you, it’s like the coming together of heart, body and soul and it is so beautiful to me. What was it like for you?”
Micah smiled. “It was exactly how my dad described it to me and my brothers.  I scented you and felt this huge swell of power and strength and it dropped me to my knees.  I had to fight my wolf for control for a moment, the merge shook the both of us I think, but I managed to force the change back to human. “

“Can he force you to change form?”

“Before meeting you, there was always the possibility of that.  He’s a strong wolf, and quite stubborn. They need to be allowed to exercise and take control in order to cede control at other times if that makes sense.  It is a privilege and an honor to have a wolf spirit, and he and I will work as one to protect you from now on.”

“I’m not quite sure what we do now?” she asked after a moment.

“Yeah, you and me both, sweetheart.” Micah cleaned up their breakfast and then moved to sit facing her on the bed. “I wasn’t exactly looking for a mate, Casey.”

Casey felt her heart shudder at a sudden thought. “Oh God, do you have a girlfriend?” Jealousy bloomed through her body with a speed that surprised her.

Micah grinned, the bastard. “No, I don’t, baby. But I do like that jealous streak you have going there. Makes my dick hard.” 

If he expected her to blush and get all embarrassed because he used the word dick, then he was tripping. And he had never met a woman who wrote erotic romances for a living.

“Well, that’s good to know, and I can assure you that there are a lot of things I can do that will make your dick hard.” 

She winked at him when his jaw dropped open a little. “What? Did you think I’ve never seen a hard dick before or to that point, never even touched one?”

This time it was his eyes that sparked with jealousy, and she liked it too. A lot.

“Yeah, new rule. No more talking about other dicks you’ve seen and certainly none that you’ve touched, deal?” Grinning, she nodded. Then his eyes lowered to her lips. His eyes darkened when she wet her suddenly extremely dry lips. He made a low growling noise that had her creaming herself. 

Hot damn, he was one hot shifter. His eyes suddenly changed from steel gray to pale blue, telling her that his wolf was near the surface.

He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her into him, and then he just devoured her. She had no other word for it—one minute she was in control of herself and then he simply took over, leaning up and over her bending her to his will. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, gliding it over hers, twining them together, and when she sucked on his tongue, he growled. Then he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

Pulling away, she took a moment to get her equilibrium back before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw him smiling gently at her. When she smiled back, he stroked his fingers over her cheek. 

“When you get the all clear to leave, would you come home with me?” His tone was hesitant, as if fearing her rejection. Silly wolf, did he not own a mirror?

“I think that would a really good idea.” She watched a smile spread across his face, one that matched her own. Then she reached up, mirrored his move from moments before, and pulled him down for another kiss.


Adult Excerpt

Casey mewled and Micah felt her start to tremble. Rotating his hand so that his palm almost cupped her, his fingers found the bumpy ridge inside her that was going to blow her mind. As her trembling started to grow, he swirled his tongue around her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Just as she started to convulse, he fucked her hard with his fingers, sliding them high up into her against the sweet spot that would have her coming hard. And come hard she did.

“Fuuuuucccckkkk!” Her scream echoed through his room and he growled as cream gushed from her pussy. She had released so much he had to swallow repeatedly. Fucking ambrosia. If he had his way, he would do this every damn day for the rest of his fucking life! Not leaving her through the intense orgasm, he licked and slowly brought her down from the heights he had driven her too.

He felt her slump forward and he helped her to slide down his body so that she was straddling his lap and her head was buried in his neck. She was breathing hard and little shocks of pleasure still racked her body. Micah had pleasured her well and he felt invincible. He would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t harder than he had ever been in his life and needing to be buried inside of her more he had needed anything else in his life.

Casey suddenly groaned and pulled back to look at him. He gently drew the long strands of her long dark hair over her shoulders. Damn she made his heart ache. Her green eyes sparkled and her grin was sleepy, satisfied, and contented as hell. 

“Jesus, Micah, you sure know how to treat a woman!” She leaned forward and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling on it. “But I need something more. Fuck me, Micah, please?”

She started nibbling on his earlobe and he felt his eyes roll back into his head.

“Christ, Casey! You keep doing that and I’m gonna fuck you here on the floor.” 

Micah moaned as she bit into the fleshy part of his shoulder. The placement not lost on him. When he eventually claimed her, that would be the spot on her shoulder he’d sink his teeth into and make her his. She surprised the hell out of him then by leveraging herself up so she could grasp his cock in her hand, and she guided him into her body. The warm, wet heat of her pussy fit him like a glove, and just as she was about to take all of him, she swiveled her hips, making him jerk.

“Fuck, baby, you fit me so damn well. Your pussy is soft and wet around my dick.” He felt her pussy ripple around him and he threw his head back with a shout. “Oh yeah, do that again.” 

She leaned back, gripping his shoulders for leverage, and then ground against his hips while massaging him from the inside. He growled and groaned as she gave him the hottest damn lap dance in history, all while he knelt on the floor of his bedroom.

A sudden thought occurred to him and had him freezing. “Casey baby, not that I wouldn’t love to see you swollen with my child, but are you on birth control?”

She gave him a smile as she bit her lip, nodded, and then started moving harder against him. Sooner than he would have liked, she had him hovering near madness, and he knew his eyes would be flashing blue. Growling, he lifted up to kneel and Casey gasped in his ear as she wrapped her long sleek legs around his waist and held on. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it up onto the bed, so he simply rolled and laid her down on the bedroom rug, still buried balls deep inside her. He pulled her legs higher up his hips, grabbed her arms, and put them up over her head with her wrists clasped in one of his hands.

He breathed deep, taking the smell of their arousal and the earthy smell of sex into his lungs. He locked gazes with her and then slammed his hips into her, making her body bounce and her eyes widen. 

“Can you handle it, baby?” he asked, holding himself back with all the strength he had in his body. His muscles were locked so damn tight he thought they might actually snap. If she said she needed slow, he didn’t know what the hell he would do.

Then she gave him a smile so sexy, so damn wicked he cursed. “Handle it? Baby, I can handle anything you can dish out, and more. Now, fuck me hard! Take me like you mean it.” 

And that was it. The tight hold he had on his control snapped and he started to slam his hips into hers, driving pleasure into every cell of his body as she lifted her hips to meet every one of his thrusts.


Five questions for the author 

Q: What was the inspiration for this series?

A:  I love writing about shifters, and alphas.  The complexity to their personalities and the attitudes you can create with them are really intriguing.  You add into strong heroines who have the ability to manipulate the natural elements and have to solve a prophecy in order to save the world and you have the type of book I love to read and write.

Q:  Was if fun including little shout outs to New Zealand in this book?

A: Definitely.  I am very proud to be from New Zealand and we have such a rich and diverse culture that being able to plant little kiwi-isms and shout outs to New Zealand is so much fun.  Casey’s sister Ariana, who we learn a little bit about in this book, is from New Zealand and is of Maori heritage, so I am looking forward to sharing more aspects of this culture with you all in the following books of this series.

Q.  Does each part of the prophecy give us a little insight into what the other elementals might face and a short hint into the stories?

A.  Hmmmm, how to answer this question.  Yes they do, but not entirely.  Each of the Elementals need to complete their individual prophecy journey to see what role they play in freeing Olwen.  But each one also has a very personal journey that needs to be completed at the same time.  There will be tears, blood shed and a whole heap of having to lend a hand to help a friend in need and that is a part of this series that I love writing.

Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?

A.  Thank you to all my readers who are enjoying the Grey River series.  I do hope you will give the Shifters of Freedom Springs a try.  All of the characters are looking forward to taking you on their journey to save the world and hope you’ll go along for the ride.  It is always a treat for me to hear from my readers so please reach out with a question or a query if you would like and I look forward to sharing more stories with you!

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Author bio:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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