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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

#MFRWBookHooks #MidweekTease- Discipline Is Always An Option #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Menage









Happy Humpday folks! Welcome and I'm happy to present to you a snippet from my untitled, contemporary, erotic, BDSM, menage, WIP.  

The Dom is instructing his sub wife on what type of panties she is allowed to buy.  The last time he let her choose on her own-- he was not happy with what she brought home.




“Yes Master,” she said smiling.  “You know I love you.”

“Not because of the shoes I hope?” he declared.

She frowned. “Don't be silly.  I love you because you are warm, generous, handsome, kind...”

He nodded. “Alright, go on, flattery will get you everywhere.  Purchase undies while you are at it.”

She clutched the card, yelping as she grabbed her jacket.

“And not the granny kind either! I mean it!” he warned hearing the front door close.

Donny chuckled softly.

“Good God,” Ian said shaking his head.  “You saw them, all three of us could fit into them.”

“I believe she said they were maternity underwear.”

“But she's not bloody pregnant,” he said shaking his head trying to remove the image of the jumbo sized brief out of his mind.  Then he paused.  “She isn't is she?”

Donny furled his brow.  “Master, she would have told you.”

“You're right.” It's not that he didn't want to children.  He loved them and wanted to have a family. He just didn't want to find out that his wife was pregnant by looking at a pair of truck sized bloomers.

“It was supposed to be a joke,” Donny said getting up.

“More like a bloody scare. And you better not bring home any saggy boxers either,” he warned.

“Me?  Never.”  Donny waggled his eyebrows at him.

Ian frowned.  After Julianna's little stunt, he hoped his wife and husband weren't turning into bratty subs.  If they were, he had no one to blame but himself. Perhaps he was in need of a spanking to remind him to pay closer attention to his subs' behavior.

Smirked and shook his head.  Me? Get a spanking?  Never. 

Giving Donny and Julianna one was an idea he could get behind.



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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

#WIPWednesday-He Must Approve Everything She Wears #BDSM #RomanceNovel #Menage



Hi Everyone! Time to WIP It Good Once Again!

I am forever writing because I'm always inspired by something.  Be a lusty thought, a sexy scene or a cute guy or in this case the love between a Dom and his subs.

Today's excerpt is a snippet from my untitled, contemporary, erotic, BDSM, mmf, romance.  

We meet our beloved Dom lovingly indulging his sweet submissive...




“Even if your lower half managed to warp into myriapod, you'd still be unable to wear all the shoes you've collected,” he admonished lifting her chin to catch her gaze. “Now you know I would never withhold the good from you but there is such a thing as too much.”

He saw the sadness in her eyes.  The no in his heart melted away as a yes grew in its place.  He loved her so much he wanted to give her the world.

“Go ahead buy yourself a new pair of shoes for the party.”

She squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down into a warm embraced.  He chuckled.

“Be sensible. Get something you can wear with more than one outfit,” he said reaching in and pulling out his credit card.

“I promise.”

He handed it to her. “And I want to see them before you wear them to the party.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Master,” she said smiling.  “You know I love you.”

“Not because of the shoes I hope?” he declared.



What's not to love?  They are great.  Come back next week to read a little more.  

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Btw, come back often to see more of my work, I know you'll love it.  

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TTFN..

Clare


Monday, March 20, 2017

Bearly Hanging On by Shea-All They Have Is Their Love To Keep Them Together #RomanceNovel #Shifter #MM


"Bearly Hanging On M/M, Miracle Book 3"
Author: Shea Balik

Genre: Gay/Urban Romance

Release Date: March 20, 2017

Available thru Kindle Unlimited!
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In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.

Kirill had been moving from town to town most of his life, staying one step ahead of those bent on destroying his kind. Along the way he’s somehow managed to become Alpha to a group of shifters also on the run. But he was tired of always having to pick up and move when all he wanted was a place to call home.

Harper had never known a moment of peace. Even as a child his father had pitted his own brother, Abdiel against him for his own amusement. When his father died, Harper had hoped things would change. He should have known better than to believe that change would be for the better.

The two men embark on a journey of discovery about themselves and the love they potentially share for each other. Can they get beyond their pasts, or will they be doomed to be separated for all eternity?

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

#WIPWednesday#MWTease-Two Fierce Doms Looking For The Right Subs #RomanceNovel #BDSM



Each person can submit any length of snippet that they want from a WIP (work in progress) or a published story.





Hello Everyone!  

Thanks for stopping by.  Here is an excerpt from my as-yet-to-be-titled WIP.  I love it because a certain Dom and his friend are looking for the right kind of a sub at this very exclusive party... 

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“Yes,” Ian replied.  “I'm certain the Women's Breast Cancer fund will receive a great deal of money.”

“Makes coming out in the dreadful rain all the more worthwhile,” Lachlan said. He eyed Ian's rose then smirked. “Looking for a temporary distraction or something long term?”

“Why? Are you interested?” Ian asked. 

Lachlan peered at him.  “I top only. Or would you like for us to play together in order to find out?” 

Ian chuckled.  Lachlan was a good friend and he was the only able to make him laugh at such a dubious offer.  

“I'll take you up on that the day you come to me on your knees and beg for my attention,” Ian said.

“Correction,” Lachlan said holding up his index finger. “When a sub I'm riding comes to you on his knees upon my insistence grovels for your attention. Perhaps a big brawny Australian Rules Football player or better yet one of those chaps from the NFL.  That sounds even better.  They make excellent ponies don't you think?”

“I wouldn't know.  I prefer my men with less heft,” Ian said.  

Though they were bi-sexual, their tastes in play partners rarely overlapped. He preferred his mean to be lean muscular types and his women curvy whereas Lachlan was the opposite.

“One day in the future then,” Lachlan said.  

He longed to see a beautiful woman lose control as she rode him. Her plump ass covered with his marks as she desperately pleaded to let her come while he gripped her hair and denied her. And then when he could hold out no longer, he'd command her to come and her tight pussy would squeeze his dick and milk every drop of cum out of him before finally drenching his cock with her sweet juices.  

He tensed and growled. His cock stiffened.  Not any woman or man wouldn't do, they had to ripe for the picking.  

“Hmmm.... you have that look in your eye,” Lachlan said.

“What kind would that be?”

“That of a hungry predator who hasn't been fed in a while.  Skittish submissives beware, Master Thornwick is liable to eat you. Then the real fun will begin,” Lachlan said.

“I think I'll go easy this time. The players tonight are a bit timid.  Possibly too delicate for my typical appetites.”

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Let's hope they find who they are looking for!  And now on to my fellow authors and their sexy reads!


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Friday, March 10, 2017

Sanguine Shadows by Erzabet Bishop-Their Attraction Blazed Despite Being Forbidden #RomanceNovel #Fae #VampireWitch

Like snarky vampires? Give this girl a try…

Now available from award-winning and international best-selling author Erzabet Bishop! Something stalks the streets of Salem and there’s wild magic in the air…

Sanguine Shadows by Erzabet Bishop. Start your journey into the Curse Worker universe!
99 cents for a limited time and #FREE in KU!


Ball gowns and bite marks…



Blurb

Mari Di Bartolo was a witch coming back to her roots in Salem. Juggling work and school, she is a woman on a mission until she is attacked one night after work and left for dead. When Mari is about to step through the veil, she is given a choice-become a vampire or fade away. She chooses life. Nevertheless, it’s not her new Sire that holds Mari’s attention, but the strange and enigmatic Fae with the golden green eyes. Full of mischief and mayhem, the night of the Vampire Ball is upon her and all that glitters may just be her teeth in the moonlight.

Darkness lurks in the shadows…

Fenris is the Captain of the Guard for the Queen of the Dark Court. For centuries he’s secured the barrier between the human world and Faery, part of a Protectorate that keeps humans blissfully ignorant of the beings hidden in their midst. But when another rogue wolf attack brings him to a crime scene, he remembers another girl with long dark hair and eyes that spoke to his soul. On a night filled with wild magic, there will be blood and some of it might just be given willingly.



Excerpt from Sanguine Shadows by Erzabet Bishop

Her eyes widened and her lips parted and he caught a glimpse of fang. “I…didn’t know you cared.”

“If I didn’t, why would I have convinced Roark to turn you?” He tugged her closer, the push of her breasts against his chest making it hard to concentrate on mere words. He’d known she was meant for him from the first second he’d seen her but he had to let Roark take her or risk her dying.

“You don’t know me. I was just a girl on the street. A human not worth your consideration.”

Fenris didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes. Perhaps he had been wrong leaving her alone. He’d been convinced he was right letting her assimilate unhindered into her new life. He also couldn’t fault her reasoning. She was right. They had no claim on one another, only an attraction that blazed to life in the most untenable of situations.

But she was wrong on one account. He had noticed her before-just not in a way he might have acted upon. Human and supernatural interaction was forbidden but he was unable to let her die. Not like that.

 He wasn’t able to stop thinking about her and hadn’t since that night.

“I did notice you, witchling. How could I not?” He lifted a finger and traced the side of her face, his cock hardening at the moan that slipped unbidden from her lips. “You burn inside of me. Only I couldn’t act. Not until then. But I had to save you. To do anything else…”

He let his voice trail off and watched her reaction.

Mari blinked and reached forward, pressing her lips to his. “It’s like a fire, isn’t it? A fire in the blood.”

“Oh Gods, yes.”


*Includes Bonus: Map Of Bones, a prequel short story to Malediction.

Available for #FREE on KU!
99 cents for a limited time!

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Curse Worker Series:

1. Sanguine Shadows

2. Map of Bones

3. Malediction http://rxe.me/7FPHRI

4. Arcane (coming soon)

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About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and international bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories.

She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows, Arcane (coming soon in the Prowlers and Growlers box set) The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies.

She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Thursday, March 9, 2017

Purring With His Mate by Shea Balik-He Goes Into Hiding And Finds His Mate Instead #RomanceNovel #MM #Shifters

"Purring With His Mate M/M, Miracle, Book #1"
by Shea Balik

Available on
Kindle Unlimited

In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.

Edrick Rapp, a mountain lion shifter, wanted to kick himself for not moving he and his friends far from their former pack years earlier. It wasn’t until he came upon one of his friends being beaten to death for their sins that he realized his mistake.

Mouse shifter, Nole Hayward, had been punished by his Alpha. Left for dead, he barely managed to crawl away with his life. He ends up hiding out in Miracle, Oregon until a group of mountain lion shifters shows up. Before he could get away he ends up with a building collapsing down around him and his mate rescuing him.

Can Edrick and Nole find love or will they let the ghosts of their pasts tear them apart?

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Malediction by Erzabet Bishop- A Chance Encounter At A Halloween Party Leaves Them Wanting More #RomanceNovel #MF



Blurb:

It’s witchcraft…

Nestled in the shadowy thoroughfares of Salem, Bridget has created a new life for herself. Saved from the noose by the mysterious Mr. Black during the witch trials, she runs Broomstix, a thriving curse worker and hex shop. Dangerous cravings thrust her back in harm’s way as evil stalks the streets. 

Will the allure of the forbidden be her curse or her salvation?

Alistair is a wolf caught between desire and duty to his pack. His Alpha goes missing and evidence of arcane magic and murder come a little too close to home. A chance encounter at a Halloween party brings his beast to the forefront and one night of passion leaves him wanting much, much more.

A war is brewing in Salem between the wolves and witch kind. When more deaths are found linked to rogue wolves, the two join forces. But wild magic reigns on Samhain and the moon may just have a mind of her own…


Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop

Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and, when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.

 His pack mate had poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if they covered more of her body. 

Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh, they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to trace every single one and see where it led.

He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal taking control.

Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding. Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth with his.

Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.

His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown. One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here. Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.

But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat closet.

“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of the growl threading through his voice.

“No. Are you?”

“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to himself, at least for a little while.

“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork, that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”

“Hmm.” 

He swung her into his arms and into the crowd, relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his skin whined with want. 

“So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”

“These shoes.”

“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I could look at them all night long.”

“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual. Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”

“Maybe I will.” 

He wanted her, and the closer they got, the more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard against him, his animal wild in his blood.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Please.”

 “Let’s get some air.” Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.

“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about you?”

“Same here.”

“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.

He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right now.”

“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace, her lips curving up in an inviting smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Bridget. Yours?”

“Alistair.”

“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one question.”

“What’s that?”

“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”

“Time me.” 

Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

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Buy link:

Amazon: http://rxe.me/7FPHRI

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Curse Worker Series:

1. Sanguine Shadows (Fenris and Mari) Amazon Smart URL: http://hyperurl.co/SSCw1

2. Map of Bones

3. Malediction

4. Arcane (coming soon in the Prowlers and Growlers box set!) Amazon Smart URL: http://hyperurl.co/PnGBs


5. Wild Magic (Fenris and Mari) coming soon

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About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and international bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. 

She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows,  Arcane (Prowlers and Growlers set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Waking Up Wolf (Coming in Hot),  Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. 

She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Thursday, January 12, 2017

Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks to Make you Think by The Brit Babes- #EroticaNovels #BDSM #Anthology




Blurb:

Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.

Featuring stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.


*****


Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar

It started with a photograph.

A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.

I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.

I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.

I posted it online.

It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.

Until now.

I gave myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.

Already, I was addicted.

I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.

I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more.

Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.

So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.

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About The Brit Babes:

So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink. With a whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat.

Visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!

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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Doctor’s Orders by Lucy Felthouse-There Are Perks To Dating A Dominant Doctor #RomanceNovel #MM #BDSM

Blurb:

Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?

Note: Doctor’s Orders has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.

*****


Excerpt:

Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend, Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution, but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.

The corridor stretched on, and Aaron thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white paint and gray dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make for a dull walk to the locker room.

As he continued his journey, he saw that a supply cupboard door on the left-hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t open the door again to let themselves out.

Reaching the door, he’d just opened his mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.

“Wha—”

Aaron didn’t even get a chance to finish his exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!

The fresh, spicy scent of Blake’s cologne invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously, and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out, remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.

Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.

The move had clearly fanned the flames of Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no return.

But could there be a point of no return, given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted, it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…

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Author Bio:

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

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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Gray Christmas By Lisabet Sarai-You’re Never Too Old For Some Holiday Naughtiness #RomanceNovel

Blurb

Widowed author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve in snowy Boston, with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and her cat Vronsky. Her daughters have their own lives on the West Coast. Emma knows she can’t expect them to visit every holiday.

A loud crash from the apartment above her overturns her plans for a quiet evening at home. When she investigates, she meets Nick North, an energetic iconoclast with a gray ponytail, a silver earring and bright blue eyes that kindle feelings she’d thought were gone forever. Nick is her own age, maybe older, but his lean body and impish grin affect her as if she were a horny teenager.

Although Emma makes her living writing spicy romance, sex with a stranger seems ludicrous when you’re an arthritic grandmother in your sixties. Still, the attraction she feels for her charismatic upstairs neighbor appears to be reciprocated. A Christmas fling might be just what Emma needs to brighten her holiday.


Excerpt 

A bit of gray frizz peeked out from the neckline of his tee. I wondered if he was hairy all over, then blushed when I realized he was looking at me. Did he know what I was thinking? God, I hoped not! How embarrassing it would be if he realized a horny old grandmother was lusting after his body!

I nibbled at my cheese, glancing out the window so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. “It’s snowing harder.”

“Good thing we’re warm and cozy together in here.” Something in his tone made alarm bells ring. When I turned my attention to him, though, he was studying his cracker.

“So—um—what about you? Are you married?” Might as well take the bull by the horns.

“Was.” He wiped his elegant fingers on his napkin. “She left me for a younger man. About ten years ago.”

“Ouch! That must have hurt.”

“Yeah, especially since I was in the hospital recovering from heart surgery at the time.” His manner was nonchalant, as though we were still discussing the weather. My chest grew tight in sympathy. “She was a selfish bitch.”

“I think you’re being too kind.”

“I’m lucky she’s gone. I’m better off without her.”

“I think I’d have to agree.”

“Though I have to say she was great in bed.”

For that, I had no reply. I fumbled with a piece of flatbread, trying to hide my confusion, but I could feel my cheeks were flaming red.

“What about your husband? Was he a good lover?” I couldn’t look at him. I knew there’d be a saucy grin on those enticing lips, and a brash twinkle in those eyes.

How could I explain about Tom and me? All the great years we had together, so many erotic adventures, and then the pale, bland final decade, when he’d lost interest in fucking. Not that it had been his fault. Between menopause and arthritis, sex simply stopped being fun for me. He hated knowing that penetration caused me pain, so he pulled away, and God help me, I was almost relieved. But now I missed the days when we both loved my body, almost as much as I missed Tom himself.

I could hardly share all that with a stranger, though.



Adult Excerpt 

Despite how horny I was, I was still too shy to tell him what I wanted. In the old days, I’d been brave, even brazen, but it had been so very long since I’d been with a man. I still couldn’t quite believe Nick wanted me. I’d never been beautiful, but back in my sex goddess days, I knew I was sexually attractive. I knew how to use my assets, my curves and my hollows, to please my partner and myself. Now, though? That was ancient history. All that formerly taut, responsive flesh sagged and bulged. How could he look at me without disgust?

“You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured, almost as if he’d read my mind. Bending at the waist, he took one nipple in his mouth. I moaned at the sudden bliss, humping his butt, writhing as he bit lightly into the engorged nub.

“And so sensitive, too…” He swiped his tongue across the other nip, then swallowed it and sucked hard.

“Oh…oh, Nick!  Oh, God! I can’t stand it.”

He looked up, into my eyes. I lost myself in the blue.

“You want me to stop, Emma?”

“No, no—oh, I’m so embarrassed, but I want…” I couldn’t bring myself to go on.

He brushed his lips across mine. “Yes? What do you want, sweet lady?”

A hot blush spread across my cheeks, and my chest too. Inside my panties, I was melting.

“I—you know, Nick. I want you to fuck me. Please, Nick.”

His grin grew broader. “Of course. But not quite yet.”

 Hooking his fingers under the elasticized waistband, he inched backward, pulling my pants and underwear down until my grizzled pubes were half exposed. “Lift up. Yes, that’s right.” The baggy sweatpants followed the sweater into oblivion.

The tidal scent of female arousal rose from my bared pussy. Nick filled his lungs. “Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re gorgeous!” He rolled to the side, off my body, then eased my thighs apart and positioned himself between them. “I’ve wanted to do this since the minute I saw you.”

“Don’t exaggerate—oh!”

Nick used his thumbs to part my still-bushy pubic curls and open my lower lips. Then he leaned forward to blow a stream of warm air across my clit. I jerked at the sudden pleasure, arching up to seek more direct stimulation. He responded with a long, firm stroke of his tongue along my exposed cleft. Before I could recover, he sank deeper, burrowing into my pussy as though he wanted to devour me.


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Coming to other vendors soon! (I hope...)

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.


Tuesday, January 3, 2017

The Billionaire Shifter’s Second Chance by Diana Seere- #RomanceNovel #Shifters #MF #PNR


A wildland firefighter -- and mountain lion shifter -- Edward is the youngest of the Stanton siblings, and hasn't touched a woman in a decade, not since his late fiancée was killed in a violent tragedy.

But when he meets the sweet, adorable Molly Sloan, a friend of his new sister-in-law, Lilah... his determination to remain celibate begins to unravel.

Something about Molly is irresistible. Something about her makes him forget the past... and hear the Beat. But Edward will have to fight for her -- forces are gathering to use her in ways that might separate them forever.

The Billionaire Shifter's Second Chance is the third 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.

Excerpt:

“Why are you so twitchy?” Sophia asked.

The art exhibit for their brother’s paintings was quite lovely, but Edward Stanton was beginning to deeply regret being a supportive sibling. Leaving his home in Montana, where the air smelled like freedom and people didn’t glare – because there were so few actual people – and coming to this festering hellhole called Boston gave him good reason to twitch.

His sister’s words made him groan inwardly, though. If he told her the truth, she would belittle him. If he lied, she would smell it on him.

Of course she would. She was a bear shifter, with a nose most vintners would kill to possess. Sophia could smell emotions. She could sniff out subterfuge and intrigue, sex and anger. He was certain she could smell lottery ticket winners, if she tried.

Not that a billionaire heiress would need such a skill.

Edward steeled himself, wishing he could hide scent the way he had trained himself to hide emotion. Even shifters had limits, sadly.

“I’m tired. The jet seats weren’t comfortable,” he lied. A powerful hum from some sort of heating and cooling system kicked in, making his back teeth rattle. How much longer must he stay to be polite? The city was full of too many unexpected vibrations and jolts, sounds like jeers and mockery. His head began to throb, a steady beat taking over.

Sophia rolled her eyes and took a small pastry from a tray as a server passed by, stuffing it in her mouth. “You are the worst liar ever. Didn’t you learn a thing from Derry? You would never guess you’re brothers.”

Half brothers, he thought. Of the five Stanton children, Edward was the only one without a full sibling. He was also the only mountain lion shifter. He needed to roam. Desired space.

Craved land.

Downtown Boston, at an art gallery packed into a gentrified district where people lived in apartments the size of thumbnails, was the absolute opposite of what he wanted right now.

But they were here to support Derry in his art, and by God, he would fake his way through this.

Even if Derry just ditched them to reunite with his human mate, the limo speeding them off to Derry’s loft, leaving his cheerleading squad stuck in this gallery, eating overcooked rumaki and pretending to enjoy the other exhibits.

“I know you hate the city,” Sophia said, her voice dropping into a compassionate whisper. “But that was years ago, a random tragedy. We can help you. It’s sweet of you to come here for Derry.”

Edward’s body went cold. He didn’t want to talk about the past. And he certainly did not want to talk about the last time he was in Boston.

“Super sweet!” Molly, his sister-in-law’s friend, approached him and Sophia, her bright blue eyes overly friendly, cheeks flushed with excitement or wine. Or both.

His body responded to her presence, skin heating up, muscles expanding as blood pumped with a ferocious, almost-unfair speed designed to make him ready for...

For something he’d given up a decade ago.



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About the Author:

Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/dianaseere.  Sign up for her New Releases and Sales email newsletter here: eepurl.com/beUZnr

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Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year!!

From All The Scribes Here At Scribal Love....





.....To You and All of Your Loved Ones!!


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