Thursday, October 27, 2016

What You Crave by Landra Graf- Shibari #Bondage Turns Into Much More, She Doesn't Want To Be Sued Again #Erotic, #Romance #BDSM


Sigmund Bermudez has spent the last year out of the BDSM scene, mourning the death of his father and rebuilding the family business. When he loses a bet to his bodyguard that Madame Eve won’t locate a woman who’s down with his type of kink, he finds himself committed to a date he’s not sure he’ll enjoy.

Lauren Elser has heard about kinky escapades from one of her more challenging patients, and never taken in part in one. When offered a chance to explore this undiscovered side of herself courtesy of 1Night Stand, she jumps at it.

Neither of them is prepared for the emotional rollercoaster that comes with their date, and soon shibari bondage play turns into so much more. The only problem, is Sig’s not ready to open up and Lauren doesn’t want to be sued again. But if they work past the issues, there’s a world of wonder in store.


 "Now please explain to me why you’re here and not Logan.”

“I am Logan… Garrett Rogers. On my info sheet I listed my legal name, but everyone has always called me by my middle one so I wouldn’t get confused with my father. Thought I told you that when we met?” He picked up his menu then, cutting off any visual contact.

“Must have slipped your mind.” He’d tricked her, used her, and for what fucking purpose. “Like telling me you were manipulating me like some sub with a fetish.”

The menu came down about a half an inch exposing those stormy gray eyes of his. “Excuse me? If I’d told you about tonight, about me being your date, would you have shown up?”

She hesitated, reaching up to touch the bun at the back of her head, making sure the coiled hair held tight. The urge to lie and say yes on the tip of her tongue. Yet, she abhorred lying… at least most of the time. This might be one of the times she’d be willing to do it.

“Don’t you think about telling me a fib, Lace.”

Faking surprise she batted her lashes and went for demure. “Why I’d never?”

“The hair touching says otherwise. Remember, I’ve seen you lie before. Do it now and I’ll make you pay for it later.” He thought pretty highly of himself, threatening her like that. So, the truth is what he earned.

“Nope, I’d have canceled right away. Because this is silly, incompatible, and foolishness.” She lifted a glass of ice water to her lips, hoping a sip would cool her heated skin. The way he talked sometimes, the way he knew her made the air seem stuffy.

“I don’t think wanting you is any one of those things.”

She jerked her head, then coughed as a splash of water went down the wrong tube. No way had she heard those words correctly. “What did you say?”

“I. Want. You.”

Adult Excerpt:

“Garrett, wait!” Her words came like a message from above. Crystal clear, and with a hint of determination. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but he wanted to believe she’d chased him because, otherwise, this would be the last super-personal interaction they had. She caught up to him and gripped his shoulder tight. “I’m coming with you.”

He stopped and faced her, all of the five foot and five inches, flushed pink, blue-dress-wearing beauty. “Then you agree to the terms. We start now, the scene begins. You submit. No waiting, no more games.”

“But after I’m done, then you’ll submit to me.”

Garrett nodded. “Agreed. As long as you don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.”

He grinned at his success. Next, he’d test the freedom. “Then, walk in front of me, no words, and go to the passenger side door of my truck.” With where he’d parked, that side of the truck would be blocked from the front entrance of the restaurant and street.

She did as instructed, executing a slow, seductive strut, rounding the side of the building, and stopping in front of the passenger side door to his F-150 double-extended cab, black pickup. He’d be lying by trying to deny his erection or the fierce desire to have her this second. Unlike his Dominant counterparts, he didn’t need a scene to do the deed. No, he could have tantalizing sex without any provocation. The irony was he’d never known Lacey to be the same way. She always hid within a scene to get her jollies off.

He refused to let her hide. Right. Now. “Turn and put your arms against the truck, palms flat.”


“I said no talking.”

She went through the motions, her expression showing frustration.

“Now, spread your legs by two inches.”

The great thing about both of them being Dominants was she knew the measurements and all the directions as well as an understanding of the instinct to follow—she’d never confess to such a thing, though. Once her legs were the proper distance, he leaned in, trailing the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear, as his wandering fingers moved up the inside of her bare thigh and underneath the hemline of her dress. Instead of encountering panties or a thong, he found her bare. Such a brave statement deserved a reward, so he nipped her ear.

“You sat there, exposed like this, and never told me.”

“It’s a surprise, or at least I planned it to be.” Her words came out in short breaths, and, judging from the moisture he found when he reached the apex of her thighs, she found this encounter as arousing as he did.

“Well, consider this my surprise.” He inserted two digits into her opening, pounding them into her without preamble. Then followed up by flicking her clit with his thumb. She moaned, her purse making a small crinkling noise as she clutched it tight and put more pressure on the truck door.

He gave her the side of his other palm to bite on. “You need to keep it down or you’ll give us away.”

Her teeth sank into his flesh hard, and he growled, continuing his onslaught to her vagina. Her leg muscles tightened, and her feet arched. She tensed against him, and then her orgasm crested. She shook, refusing to let go of her grip on his flesh, in both her mouth and below. He pulled out and brought his hand to his mouth, licking her cum from his fingers. She angled her head, watching him, and then relaxed her jaw enough for him to pull his hand out.

“Thank you.” He flexed his fingers, trying to shake away the imprint of her teeth and the residual pain pulsating through his muscles as he reached into his suit coat for his keys and unlocked the truck. “Hop in.”

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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’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, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:


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.
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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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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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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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Monday, October 17, 2016

It's Time For The #Halloween #Writing #Prompt- Contribute Your #Sexy #Flash #Fiction- #SFF

In honor of Halloween,  I think we should have some fun, we romance readers can really enjoy. 

Here are the rules- they're simple:

In the comments section below, write some #sexy #flash #fiction based on the picture.  It can be as long or as short as you like but involving the scene you see.  Can be any genre as long as it is paranormal in nature.

It can be as cross genre and bendy, combination you like such as scifi/paranormal/historical/time travel/erotic/comedy/fantasy/shifter/vampire or whatever else you can think of.

You must be 18 years old or older to participate.

Write your story and tag it is as #SFF #Halloween.  Be Creative and Have Fun!

Here's your inspiration!

I can't wait to read what you write.

Friday, October 14, 2016

The Billionaire Shifter's #Virgin #Mate by Diana Seere- He Must Have Her Immediately and Frequently- #Bear #Shifter #Erotic #Contemporary #Romance #MF

The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate (Billionaire Shifters #2)
Author: Diana Seere
Release date: October 11, 2016


McDermott "Derry" Stanton is an old-money playboy who sleeps his way through half the world, one willing woman at a time. A bear shifter, he never hibernates alone. Sometimes even one woman isn't enough. But when this irresistible billionaire meets Jessica Murphy, everything changes. The man who views life as a female feast suddenly acquires more discerning tastes. The only woman who can satisfy him now...

Is Jessica Murphy. He must have her. Immediately. Frequently.

Jess, however, doesn't want any man, least of all a spoiled playboy who's about to become her brother-in-law. A pre-med student with deep ambitions and a past filled with painful rejection, she's all business.

Too bad Derry Stanton is her business. A frequent customer at the Platinum Club where she waits tables, and now the best man to her maid of honor in her sister's wedding, the guy is everywhere. And pretty soon, she finds herself everywhere, too. In his arms, on his bed, between the sheets....

But sex is the last thing she needs.

Or it was until she meets Derry and starts hearing the Beat. And feeling a connection she'd never imagined, never dreamed, never hoped for. It's all too unbearably good.


The Billionaire Shifter's Virgin Mate is the second book in the Billionaire Shifters Club series by Diana Seere, the paranormal pen name for two New York Times and USA Today bestselling romantic comedy authors. This book is a standalone *within* a series.

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Welcome to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.

It’s the hottest club in town.

The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.

All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.

Are you ready?

Good. Then let’s begin.

The Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.

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Jess Murphy walked through the wide doors into the opulent lobby below the Platinum Club, surprised by the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The building was more luxurious than she’d expected, every inch of glass, steel, and marble gleaming like freshly minted coins. Well-dressed men and women hurried around her over the shiny floors.

“Can I help you?” asked a man from behind a vast reception desk decorated with fruit and flowers. He wore a black suit, had gray hair, and sounded like a British butler in a classic film.

“I’m Jessica Murphy,” she said. “I’m, uh, it’s my first night working at the Platinum Club.”

The man tapped something on his screen. “You are expected on eleven,” he said. “You can take either the public or the service elevator.”

She glanced at the posh lobby, the posh people. “I’ll take the service one. Where is it?”
He gestured at a side door behind him.

“Thank you,” she said, taking a deep breath as she walked across the marble floors.

Jess had to remind herself that this was only a waitressing job. There was no reason to be nervous; this wasn’t an important career move for her, just a way to pay for medical school. Because the club’s clientele was so elite, the job paid insanely well, and incoming staff members, at all levels, were screened meticulously.

In fact, she’d been hired almost a month ago, yet this was the first time she was stepping foot in the place. Instead of working tables right away, as she’d expected, she’d had to visit a notary and sign a dozen nondisclosure agreements—and then submit to a background check, personality test, and three phone interviews.

Now, finally, she could actually begin working.

She walked through a doorway into a space that looked older than the lobby, found a vintage-elevator call button, and popped a mint into her mouth as she waited for the car to arrive.

She could imagine her sister Lilah feeling exactly how Jess was feeling now, fighting her nerves on her first day as she thought of all the famous, powerful people upstairs.

Lilah had worked at the Platinum Club until last month, when she’d shacked up with her billionaire love god, Gavin Stanton. In fact, they were already planning their wedding. No more money worries for her.

No more worries of any kind, apparently.

The changes that had come over Lilah in the past couple of months made Jess uncomfortable. She was glad Lilah was happy, but it had happened much too fast. At one point, her sister had been so sex-crazed she’d claimed her rich boyfriend had turned into an animal.

Jess sighed. Lilah had always been too lusty for her own good, too easily enchanted by a pretty face.
Gavin Stanton certainly had that. And the rest of him wasn’t bad either. Not Jess’s type, but… not bad.

Shaking her head, Jess walked into the car—a gorgeous old thing with wood paneling—and pressed the button for the eleventh floor as instructed. Time to focus on the job at hand. Love was the last thing on her agenda. And sex was second to last. If she was going to survive the long slog through med school and internships to become a doctor, she couldn’t get distracted with trivialities. She had to keep her eye on the prize. Work, school, work, school, work. And more work.

The elevator stopped, not on the eleventh floor, but the tenth. Jess looked down at herself, uneasy with the tight jeans and T-shirt she wore. They’d told her the club would provide a uniform when she arrived. Hopefully whoever joined her in the elevator was just another wage slave, not anyone important in management. She wanted to make a good impression on her first day. Her impressively curvy figure looked respectable in formal clothes, but in a T-shirt, her F-cup chest had a knack for distracting people.

Damn, I should’ve worn a jacket. But it had been so hot today. Autumn in Boston could still get steamy.

The doors slid open, revealing an extremely tall, thickly muscular man with long black hair and bright blue eyes that slid over her body so thoroughly she sucked in a breath.

Talk about steamy. Now this guy was her type. He was huge. Dark. Powerful.


She felt beads of sweat form at the small of her back, under her breasts, her arms. What had he bathed in that morning—testosterone? She could smell it. She could taste it. She couldn’t help sucking it in, breath after breath, eager for another hit.

A slow smile spread over his full, sensual lips. “Why, hello there,” he said. Was that a British accent?
Every alarm bell she had was clamoring so loudly in her head, she was amazed she’d been able to hear him speak.

“Hi,” she said, stepping aside instinctively. Getting too close to this man would be a mistake.
“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.”

Oh, crap. It was a British accent. He held out a hand.

“McDermott Stanton. My intimates call me Derry.”


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Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Hotter the Love by Lea Bronsen-The More He Looks The More Her Beauty Takes His Breath Away #Contemporary, #Erotic, #Romance, #MF

Hi and thank you so much for hosting the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!

After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancé...

On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?


We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space.

Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object.

The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere.

Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction.

I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina?

My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated.

Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery.

I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again?

I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet.

She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove.

Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid.

I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable.

My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us?

Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved.

Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?”

I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.”

She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?”

“At an author conference.”

Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.”

“Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it.

“Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse?

She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?”

Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.

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The Perfect Shoot (book #1)

When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits…

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Mine to Love (book #2)

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future?

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I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.

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Monday, October 10, 2016

Rourke by Marie Johnston, #VampireDisorder #Paranormal #Romance #MF

New Vampire Disorder
Book Two
Marie Johnston

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: Sep. 30, 2016

ISBN: 9781370881147
ASIN: B01JF2149M

Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 62500

Cover Artist: P and N Graphics

Book Description:

Grace Otto was a vampire child adopted by humans and raised in a secluded but loving environment. When she stumbles across their murders, she comes face to face with Rourke, the male who’s haunted her nightmares, who might have killed her birth family. It’s not long before she realizes the mysterious male is not the one responsible for her parents’ demise, but their pasts are irrevocably linked and she’s forced to leave the human world to find out how.

Around Grace, Rourke dares to think of a better future, one that can overwrite his traumatic history. Until she unwittingly commits an act of betrayal that threatens her and their entire species. To save Grace, Rourke will need to hunt down the demons of their past.

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Involuntarily, she shivered. That voice! His smell! Coupled with his looks—he was dangerous on so many levels.
She flashed again, two more miles up the trail. Her logical mind informed her that he’d followed her twice already. She hadn’t even known it was possible.
He appeared in front of her, an eyebrow arched. “Did you have something to do with the humans’ deaths?”
At the mention of her parents, she went wild.
For all the good it did.
She punched, she kicked, she kneed. All easily deflected. He clasped her arms to pull her toward him and spin her around. Both of her legs pumped and flailed, trying to kick back into his shins or loosen his grip, but he restrained her like it was something he did every day.
From his domineering presence and grim demeanor, maybe he did.
He jolted her so hard her teeth clattered. It stunned her into momentary stillness. When she tensed to start all over again, he repeated the movement—harder. Her breath whooshed out like she’d been heimliched. 
She struggled to inhale against his vice-like grip. He was an immobile wall at her back. Humiliatingly enough, she wanted to seek comfort in that wall.
Tears pricked her eyes. She sniffled.
His grip loosened, then tightened again. “Don’t think that’ll work on me,” he sneered into her ear.
The dam broke and sob after sob escaped her. 

About the Author:

Marie Johnston lives in the upper-Midwest with her husband, four kids, and an old cat. Deciding to trade in her lab coat for a laptop, she’s writing down all the tales she’s been making up in her head for years. An avid reader of paranormal romance, these are the stories hanging out and waiting to be told, between the demands of work, home, and the endless chauffeuring that comes with children.

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