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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Dancing Back to You (London Loves Series, Book Three) by Julie Farrell

Warning: Contains gay sex, straight sex, and a foursome fantasy!



Sam adores her gorgeous boyfriend Verlaine; he’s a tough guy with a big heart. Their steamy sex-life sizzles in the bedroom, and outside the bedroom Verlaine is caring and courageous. He risked his life a year ago trying to save Sam’s ex from a house fire, but unfortunately he’s now paying the price with PTSD flashbacks and an edgy anxiousness.

Verlaine wants nothing more than to make dance-loving Sam happy, but his anxiety and two left feet make that difficult. When he succumbs to a split-second of poor judgment and ruins their night at a friend's wedding, Sam tries to understand, but they both know his self-doubting jealous streak could be as much to blame as his PTSD.

Can Verlaine dance his way back into Sam's life (and bed) and learn to cool his temper, before she gives up on him forever?

Contains steamy scenes a-plenty! The supporting cast includes a hot gay couple, a powerful woman with a lustful eye on Sam, and a sexy male stripper, who’s willing to teach Verlaine how to dance and how to romance his girl again.

Excerpt:

Sam hurriedly undid Verlaine’s shirt, revealing his gorgeous, sculpted body, which was muscular and strong from a lifetime of working with his hands. He unbuttoned Sam’s dress and frantically kissed her neck, making his way down to suck her nipples, turning her on so much that she ground her hips at nothing. He panted like an untamed animal, looking sexy with his shirt falling off his shoulders and his flies unzipped. 


Sam fished out his hard cock, and moved her hand in a slow, sensual rhythm across the shaft. Verlaine groaned with pleasure.


“Let me pleasure you, my love.”


His body juddered with approval. “I’d like that.”


Sam lowered her face down to his erection, and, with the tip of her tongue, she circled the head of his cock, relishing the taste and feel of her man in her mouth. She licked the head, knowing it was driving him crazy to watch her teasing him like this.


“I love how you taste,” she said.


“And I love the taste of your pussy,” he said, turning himself on with his words.


Sam gave the head a sensual suck and threw him a seductive look.


Verlaine stared at her, captivated. “You’re so hot, Sam. God, I love you.”


“I love you, too,” she purred.


Sam sat back on her heels and fondled her breasts as if she were in the shower, knowing how much it turned him on. She dropped her head back, and thrust out her chest, emphasising her figure. Then, leaning forward at the hips, she took his cock in her hand, and rubbed the shaft sensually between her tits. Sam was small in the cleavage department, but that was one of the things Verlaine loved about her. She referred to herself as boyish, but he said she was delicate and feminine. It didn’t matter how he described her, though – he loved her sexy body, and that was all she cared about. She lowered her head towards his straining erection, making sure he could see her face, then she gave his cock a long slow lick, before plunging the whole thing into her mouth for some serious sucking.


“Come here,” he said. “I want you to ride me.”


Sam removed her dress and crawled on top of him, straddling his beautiful body between her thighs. Then she draped herself over him, so their faces were at the same level. She kissed him on the lips as his fingers rummaged behind, in her panties. He stimulated her G-spot, almost getting her there, while she rubbed her pelvis against his hand.


“These panties don’t need to come off,” he said. “I can fuck you with them on.”


She gasped. “I agree.”


His fingers explored deep inside her panties, slipping them in and out of her pussy, teasing her with the expectation of utter pleasure. Then, as if he was no longer able to stand it himself, he grabbed both her hips and guided her down to his cock, slipping himself inside her, and pushing her panties out the way. Sam was petitely built, and, even though she was wet from arousal, Verlaine’s cock filled her a little too much to begin with – as always.


She moaned, relishing that fine line between pain and pleasure.


He grinned. “God, I love your tight pussy.”


Sam chuckled and moved herself into a comfortable position. They knew each other so well now, it was easy to get into the perfect rhythm quickly. Verlaine used his strong hands to move her hips slowly at first, relishing the pleasure, drawing it out. Sam ground her pelvis into his, quickening the pace, suddenly frantic to get there. She felt naughty with her panties on, and she relished the softness of the material as it caressed her clit. She was aware of Verlaine watching her with adoring eyes, as she rode him harder and faster. But, as the orgasm climaxed powerfully between her thighs, her eyes snapped shut and her head dropped back. The room swirled. Verlaine slapped her bare flesh gently but firmly, sending her over the edge.


Author bio:
From panic to published!

I write steamy romances that will make your heart pound hard and your thighs surge with desire!

There was a time, not so long ago, when all I wanted was to stop my heart pounding hard and my mind surging with fear. You see, I suffered with panic attacks. The fear debilitated me on a daily basis, and the feelings of weakness undermined my self-esteem. This 'fear of fear' became so immense that there were times when I was scared to even go outside of my home.

At those times, all I wanted to do was write, because my imaginary world of fiction provided a soothing escape from reality. The strong female characters I created allowed me to pretend everything was okay in my world. And the sexy men in my fictive imagination were protective, loving, and strong.

I've never been someone to give up! Even at my lowest, I knew I could and would recover. Thanks to a great support network, a wonderful self-help book (The Panic Attacks Workbook by David Carbonell), and my own patient determination I experienced my last ever panic attack in January 2013. Then, in April 2014, I proved how strong I'd become by backpacking with a friend in the chaos and heat of India - something that had filled me with dread back when my fear was dominating my every waking breath.

But nothing in this life is ever a waste. During the years when I was suffering from panic attacks, I learnt to write well! I honed my craft, and when I came out the other end, I was ready to self-publish, knowing that if I can cope with panic attacks and survive, then I can become a successful indie author too! My books are the products of this amazing journey that I've been on, and now I can't wait to find out what other delights await me, just around the corner!

Never give up on your dreams, and don't let the setbacks of today ruin your tomorrow! You can do it - just like I did!
Author info:
Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/julieanafarrell
Twitter: @julieanafarrell
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Book Spotlight ~ Seduction and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Series Book 1) by Cali MacKay



Chef Emma Sparrow has poured her heart and soul—not to mention all her money—into the restaurant of her dreams. But when Quinn Ryker, her landlord and billionaire playboy, refuses to renew her lease, her entire world and all those who depend on her, are at risk. 

Quinn’s spent months trying to stifle his curiosity for the gorgeous chef who runs the kitchen of his favorite bistro like she’s a five-star general. He can’t help but want her, especially when she comes marching into his office full of fire and passion, furious with him and demanding he renew her lease. Yet he now has something she wants, and he knows just what he’ll do with that heat and anger of hers, especially once she’s in his bed. 

A bargain is stuck that will save Emma’s restaurant and give Quinn what he most desires—Emma. But it turns out there’s a lot more on the line when negotiating matters involving one’s body, heart, and soul. 

*** This novel contains a Happily Ever After ending. Due to the adult language and explicit sex scenes, this book is for adults only.*** 



Author bio:
Cali MacKay is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She lives in New England with her husband, two girls and their crazy mutt. When not tapping away on her laptop and getting her characters into trouble, she can be found designing book covers for other authors, wrangling her girls, and splicing DNA.

She's also a decent potter, adventurous cook, and horrible gardener. For more information, please go to http://calimackay.com.

Or find out more at the following links:

https://www.facebook.com/authorcalimackay

(Facebook :: Twitter :: Blogger)




Buy Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Seduction-Surrender-Billionaires-Temptation-Book-ebook/dp/B00K5Y821A


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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Series, Book Four) by Julie Farrell

Warning: Contains steamy scenes galore, a trip to a swingers’ party, and smidgen of M/M loving!

All Samantha wants for Christmas is for her boyfriend, Verlaine, to propose. It’s what Verlaine wants too, but circumstances keep scuppering his plans for a romantic moment to get down on one knee.
 
When Verlaine’s ex-girlfriend pops back into their lives for Christmas in London, Sam tries to be nice. But the ex seems determined to stir things up between Sam and her future in-laws, as well as between Sam and her man. And apparently she’s not afraid to play dirty.
 
Follow Sam on a festive frolic, as she makes a stand for her man and ensures that, this year, all her Christmas wishes will come true.
 
Driving Me to Christmas will add spice to your stockings this holiday!
 
Excerpt:
 
Sam threw her attention back over Verlaine, who was still pleasuring her nipple. He reached his fingers around and ran them over her stockings, then traced the line of one of her buttocks, which plunged down to her thigh. He slid his fingers inside her panties, then inside her pussy, making her gasp. It was thrilling to know there were people watching this, probably as horny as she was right now.


Sam pulled back and zoned in on Verlaine’s trousers. She knew he’d be incredibly aroused by now, and she wasn’t disappointed. She unzipped his flies and tugged out his straining erection, which she gripped in her hand and massaged slowly. Verlaine’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled as if she’d hurt him. But he was grinning madly, so she knew he was enjoying it. She made a show of lifting up her hips and arching her back to give her audience an eyeful, then she threw Verlaine a sensuous look, before lowering her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Verlaine leaned back on his hands, using the bed to support himself, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. She knew he liked to watch her doing this, and she was happy to play along. She maintained smouldering eye contact as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hungrily, making horny little grunts, and enjoying the theatrics.


Sam tasted a bead of pre-cum on her tongue, so she quickly abandoned the blow job – not wanting Verlaine to come too soon. Not that he would – she knew he’d withdraw long before stealing all the pleasure for himself.


She stood up again, feeling sexy with her breasts hanging out of her unbuttoned dress. She glanced at Scott and Paul, and she saw that Scott had now turned around on top of Paul, and they were sixty-nining. The sight of Scott’s cock grinding in and out of Paul’s mouth, while he worked on Paul’s cock down the other end took Sam’s breath away. Paul was sliding his finger rapidly in and out of Scott’s butt as he swallowed down his cock, which Sam knew would be enhancing the delight. Paul suddenly slapped Scott on the hip, which made Scott groan orgasmically, but it didn’t seem to be over just yet.


She glanced back at Verlaine and saw that he was watching Scott and Paul, too.


He shuffled back and laid down, holding her hand and gently pulling her with him.


“Ride me, baby,” he said. “You can watch them. Your own private porn show!”


Sam’s body juddered with arousal. “Do you mind if I turn my back on you?” she asked.


He grinned. “No problem.”


Sam glanced at the window and saw that there were about ten people watching. She felt naughty and sexy. She straddled Verlaine so that she had her back to him, then she shuffled back so her ass was in his face. He started fondling her butt and licking her pussy in and around her panties. With his other hand, he rubbed his thumb into her stocking-clad foot, giving her a mini foot rub, which felt sensual as well as tender. Even in this impersonal position with her back to him, Verlaine was still showing her how much he cared by caressing her toes.


She leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock again. Sixty-nining with her man and being watched – while also watching Scott and Paul – was the most erotic thing she’d ever done and her pussy was straining with desire. She saw Scott thrusting his pelvis hard, plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s throat. Sam sucked hard on Verlaine’s cock as he delved his fingers inside. She was utterly taken by the pleasure and she realised she was ready to orgasm already.
 
 Author bio:
 From panic to published!

I write steamy romances that will make your heart pound hard and your thighs surge with desire!

There was a time, not so long ago, when all I wanted was to stop my heart pounding hard and my mind surging with fear. You see, I suffered with panic attacks. The fear debilitated me on a daily basis, and the feelings of weakness undermined my self-esteem. This 'fear of fear' became so immense that there were times when I was scared to even go outside of my home.

At those times, all I wanted to do was write, because my imaginary world of fiction provided a soothing escape from reality. The strong female characters I created allowed me to pretend everything was okay in my world. And the sexy men in my fictive imagination were protective, loving, and strong.

I've never been someone to give up! Even at my lowest, I knew I could and would recover. Thanks to a great support network, a wonderful self-help book (The Panic Attacks Workbook by David Carbonell), and my own patient determination I experienced my last ever panic attack in January 2013. Then, in April 2014, I proved how strong I'd become by backpacking with a friend in the chaos and heat of India - something that had filled me with dread back when my fear was dominating my every waking breath.

But nothing in this life is ever a waste. During the years when I was suffering from panic attacks, I learnt to write well! I honed my craft, and when I came out the other end, I was ready to self-publish, knowing that if I can cope with panic attacks and survive, then I can become a successful indie author too! My books are the products of this amazing journey that I've been on, and now I can't wait to find out what other delights await me, just around the corner!

Never give up on your dreams, and don't let the setbacks of today ruin your tomorrow! You can do it - just like I did!
 
Author links: 
Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/julieanafarrell
Twitter: @julieanafarrell
 
Buy link:
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Book Spotlight ~ Loving That Feeling by Serena Fairfax

 Blurb:

Seared by a bigamous love cheat, London designer Deborah Tremaine backs
off sex. But when charismatic Serbian, Zoran Pavlović, who wants to
demolish an art deco cinema she’s campaigning to save, crosses her path
she’s up for a fling.
Zoran has clawed his way out of Serbia’s turbulent past but believes his
background means he won’t find happiness simply because he can’t trust a
woman to cherish him for who he is — a Serb. But he’s a hot-blooded Slav
up for no-strings sex and Deborah sends him into overdrive.
Deborah’s finances are in meltdown when a customer goes bust. Zoran
dangles a business deal based in Belgrade, Serbia that she can’t refuse.
She’s confident the job won’t compromise the campaign and decides that
Zoran is the guy who can jump-start her love life.
They embark on a sizzling affair but tension, erotically sexual and work
related, skyrockets. Incidents trigger the revelation of their personal
demons. Can they escape the black holes?


Excerpt: (Heat rating’ scorching)

Ko je ta zena? “Who is that woman?” Zoran Pavlović trained his
binoculars on the pigeon-haunted roof of the derelict cinema, his eyes
zoning in on the endless blue-jeaned legs, the wind-blown auburn hair,
the high, full breasts jutting against the thin fabric of her
sherbet-lemon T-shirt. She was primetime. A hardening heat coiled
through his groin.
“That’s Deborah Tremaine, sir, the interior designer who’s spearheading
the campaign.” His aide sweated nervously in the summer sunshine. “I
think we ought to…”
“I think,” Zoran said and dealt him a trenchant glance, “you should
leave the thinking to me. I want you to stay here and monitor this
lunatic fringe.”
Nice view, Zoran muttered as he assessed his options for handling her.
She was brandishing a crimson flag emblazoned with the purple slogan
Save Our Heritage Now! having scaled the ladder hauled into place by her
supporters. Singing “We Will Overcome,” they’d blockaded the bulldozers
and charmed the guard dogs into shadows with choice chunks of meat.
Zoran sprang from the Land Rover, a powerful body in black— denims,
T-shirt, trainers—and cut a swift path over the rubble. Tipped off that
activists planned to stage a long sit-in, they’d already spiked
redevelopment for months—months that left him seriously out of pocket.
It couldn’t go on, it wouldn’t go on. Action was imperative—action that
would be characterized as friendly persuasion in his native Serbia,
although possibly something quite else in England—but he’d ride out the
storm. He’d ridden out worse.
“Quite the warrior princess, Boadicea,” he murmured as, storming the
treads, he scaled the parapet with spider-like agility. He flicked her a
cool, controlled gaze, his belly knotting as he registered the
luminosity of her skin, the scent of lavender shampoo in the shining
cloud of hair, eyes of lapis blue, a soft mouth that promised so much.
“I’m Zoran Pavlović. We haven’t met before…”
Their eyes swerved together and held, and suddenly Deborah’s heart was
drumming with the most primitive sexual charge. She felt like melting
ice, lost and floating in a warm flood. As the sensuous amber-richness
of his cologne infused her senses, a wave of entrapment clutched her and
she inched away. “I’m sure I’d remember if we had.”
She’d tracked him as he sharked across. The strong sunlight highlighted
the glossy, cropped, raven-black hair, restless energy exuding from the
long-limbed body, the T-shirt taut against wide shoulders. The polished
skin with its hint of olive. She knew he owned the site and was once
mauled by the media for his predatory style but now played them like a
Stradivarius violin with his promise to deliver jobs and homes.
“Welcome aboard,” she added caustically. “So what’s on offer?” She
tilted her head speculatively and lifted her chin. The dangling,
animist-style earrings from central Africa clinked softly, the antique
beaten silver contrasting with the sudden, bright color in her creamy
skin as his glance stripped her naked. God, this wasn’t supposed to
happen. She was a foolish, reckless nineteen-year-old again, easily
aroused and prone to coup de foudre.
He was well armed for the fight. “We’ll talk when you’re down.”

Author Bio: 

Serena Fairfax spent her childhood in India, qualified as a Lawyer in
England and joined a  London law firm.
Romance is hardwired into her DNA so her novels include a strong
romantic theme. However, she broke out of the romance bubble with one 
(you’ll see which one when you visit the Books page), which is a quirky
departure in style and content.
She’s also authored several short stories that feature on her blog
http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/
Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when she traded in bricks
and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like her,
turned out to be a big adventure.
Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of her
favorite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and
exploring off the beaten track.
She’s  a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very
supportive organization.  She and her  golden retriever, Inspector
Morse, who can't wait to unleash his own Facebook page, divide their
time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir.
Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

Author's Links:

  Website       
http://www.serenafairfax.com/
  Blog         http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/
  Twitter        http://klout.com/user/Sefairfax?n=tw&v=connect_twitter
  Facebook    http://www.facebook.com/serenafairfax
  Siren Bookstrand: www.sirenbookstrand.com/serena-Fairfax
Buy links:

Siren BookStrand:  http://www.bookstrand.com/loving-that-feeling
  Amazon US:          http://www.amazon.co.uk/Loving-Feeling-Siren-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B00HQ0IOOG/
  Amazon UK:          http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Feeling-Siren-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B00HQ0IOOG/
Apple iBooks:          https://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/serena-fairfax/id487813547?mt=11
Kobo:                            http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/loving-that-feeling
Goodreads:          https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20319517-loving-that-feeling
Barnes & Noble:        http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loving-that-feeling-serena-fairfax/1118197748?ean=9781627409261
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ All of You (Sweet Lovers Series) by Jacqueline Anne

Blurb:
 
Alayna Taylor is a dedicated wife, loving mother, and opened her dream business. A tragic accident overturns her perfect life. Pushing through, she finds strength to move on as a mother and business owner. Then she looks for what she wants as a woman and pursues the man of her erotic dreams, her children’s doctor.

Adam Bryant is a caring, gentle man, the perfect pediatrician. He has dedicated his life to caring for others and always followed the “everything happens for a reason” motto.  A text from his patients’ mother has him ringing her doorbell.

Alayna is clear that she is a package deal and protects her heart and kids. Adam discovers a hungry sexual side that only she brings out of him with her strength and seductive ways. He is determined to show Alayna how much he cares about all of her with his thoughtful, mind blowing surprises.

Both Alayna and Adam find themselves wanting a whole lot more.


Adult excerpt (adult language, explicit sexual content):

“Rise and shine, handsome.” I said ever-so gently. “We have lots of wine to taste today.”
A big smiled appeared on his face and then he slowly opened his eyes. “I want to taste you first,” he grumbled.
He playfully pushed me off of him and ripped off my clothes. The desire in his eyes made my body quiver with anticipation and excitement. He shoved me down and straddled me around my belly. His cock was so close to my mouth that I wanted to devour him on the spot. He held me down on the bed with my hands above my head. Electric shock ran through my body in response to his sexual assertiveness, my folds getting wetter by the second.
“Well, thank goodness you are a morning person,” I said with a sexy grin.
“Only when I wake up with you.” With a sexy grin, he said, “Hold onto the headboard, baby, and don’t let go.”
Hmmm…this could be exhilarating, but nearly impossible for me not to touch him.
He began at my fingertips, kissing and sucking on each and every one. He overwhelmed my body with his touch. Not just with his fingers, but his mouth, his tongue, his skin. The way he moved all over me, always making sure every possible part of his naked
sexiness was touching me. He seemed fascinated with every inch of me as his cock trailed down and around my body with the rest of him.
I began to moan, “Mmmmmm, Adam.” He hadn’t even touched my sex yet and I felt like I was going to explode.
Oh God, this man!
He trailed right past my sex that I was certain was glistening in the sunlight. I was so wet and ready for him. I could feel it on my thighs. He continued to my inner thighs, spreading my legs ever so gently, caressing every part of my being. I pulled my knees up so my feet were resting on each side of him. He continued licking me and sucking me. My legs shot straight back down and I was squeezing the headboard so tightly, the sheer torment of his touch was sending me over the edge. A sensational orgasm filled me as I let out a cry of his name and my legs quivered. Adam was near my ankles and looking up at me, surely watching as my pussy contracted and cum seeped out of me. Still feeling the after-effects, I reached to get him in my arms.
“Not yet. I am not done with you,” he said, pushing my hands away. “I still have another half of you. Roll over.”
“Adam—” As much as this was thrilling, I wanted him inside me now.

“Alayna, I know you enjoyed that. Let me do it again. I want you to taste every inch of you.”


Author Bio & Links:

Jacqueline Anne's love of a well told story has led her journey to become an author. Her goal is to create stories with strong heroines, hot and steamy relationships, and characters who embody discovery, lust, trust, happiness, and love.

She leads a full and exciting life in Northeast Ohio. She loves to bake, create, workout, dance, and read. Jacqueline truly believes that everything happens for a reason. Her life can attest to that. Work hard. Play hard. Live life to the fullest each and every day. Doing it all in a pair of 4" heels.

She wants her books to be your pathway to erotic adventure. Who says you can't have it all?

Website: www.authorjacquelineanne.com

Facebook: www.Facebook.com/authorjacquelineanne

Twitter: @AuthorJacAnne
 
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Monday, November 24, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Passion of Sleepy Hollow by Lexi Post





Recluse Braeden Van Brunt is not happy to be the Headless Horseman…until he meets Katrina Van Tassel, owner of the Sleepy Hollow Inn, whose allure bewitches him from the front desk into the bedroom. When he discovers Kat and the village of Sleepy Hollow are cursed to exist in the present day for only one weekend a year, he realizes the sacrifice he must make if he wants to keep her.

Katrina Van Tassel lives between slivers of time. She thought she was through grieving her betrothed’s death, but her dreams flare to life when his mirror image arrives, requesting a room. Drawn to Braeden, she is taken to more erotic heights of intimacy than she ever imagined, but she can’t be sure if her heart is with him or the love from her past.

Knowing he has to conquer both time and ghosts to keep the only woman he’s ever loved, Braeden must put the past to rest. But the dead may not rest in Sleepy Hollow.



Excerpt:
Kat closed the door to her room and leaned against it. Her heart raced so fast it could beat a squirrel up a tree. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes. Braeden’s kiss brought back all those wonderful feelings she used to have with Brom. The ones where her toes curled inside her buckle shoes and her body quivered.
She crossed her arms over her stomach. She hadn’t had those with anyone else since. Not even slightly. What was she going to do? She’d been desperate to get away, and now he would be staying the night. She opened her eyes. Staying in her room. Oh Lord.
Moving to her chest at the end of the bed, she pulled out a pillow and threw it on the floor. She’d already changed the sheets because he was supposed to leave. It had been so hard not to bury her face in his unique scent. It reminded her of the forest after a rainstorm, musky, comforting, making her want to snuggle in for a winter hibernation.
Ugh, what was she thinking? He was Stephen’s brother, a Newtimer, and he would leave tomorrow.
Oh no. The village would be long gone by then. What would happen to Braeden then? She glanced toward the door, listening to the floorboards creak under his weight. Quickly, she pulled her quilt from the chest and grabbed the pillow.
Too late.
The door opened and he ducked inside, obliterating the opening from her sight. He stood stock-still, studying her once again. The lantern light softened his features, proving how different he really appeared from Brom.
Straightening her shoulders, she stepped toward him. “Your room is all set. I’ll just make my bed in the parlor.”
He didn’t move, and she couldn’t go through the door unless he did.
“Braeden? You need to step aside for me to leave.”
“And what if I don’t want you to leave?”
Her breath caught in her throat as tingling sped from her head to her toes. She swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” She turned away to give herself a moment without looking at his handsome visage. “Did I forget something?”
The floor creaked behind her and she stepped forward to inspect the water pitcher. If he touched her again, she’d be lost. She turned to review the bed. “I assure you these are clean sheets.”
The door closed.
She spun and the quilt knocked the pitcher off the table onto the floor with a crash. “Oh no.” She knelt, suddenly wanting to cry, though the pitcher wasn’t anything special. In fact, it had a crack along the handle and was bound to break soon anyway.
“Come. It’s okay.” Braeden’s hands on her arms helped her to stand and sent fire through her already taut nerves.
Gently, he enveloped her in his arms. Her heart slowed as a feeling of rightness settled through her. With her face against his chest, she could hear his strong heartbeat.
“Kat.” The soft-spoken word came from deep within him and she met his gaze. “Don’t be mad at me.”
The loneliness she glimpsed in his eyes undid her. Before she could think about what she did, she hooked her hand around his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss.
Author Bio:

Lexi Post spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. Lexi feels there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great literature for her sexy love stories. Her books are known as "erotic romance with a whole lot of story."


Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).




To contact her:
send an email to lexi.post@yahoo.com or use any of the info and links below:
Lexi Post- Erotic romance inspired by the classics
CRUISE INTO EDEN now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks
Winner of The Passionate Plume Award for Paranormal Erotic Romance 2014
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Book Spotlight ~ Finder Fees ~ A TroubleMaker Novel by Kelly Gendron

“When you find her, there are a few things you need to remember. She’s smart and manipulative. She knows how to protect herself. She’s beautiful and she’ll use it to her advantage. But, Mr. Renton, the most important thing to remember… is that she’s mine.”

J.T. Renton is worth millions. He wants for nothing. When he finds Sloan Mathis, he has to have her. Problem is she belongs to another, and J.T.’s not about taking another guy’s girl. But the idea that he can’t have her. Well, it just makes the challenge driven, J.T. Renton want his latest find that much more.

Finder Fees ~ A TroubleMaker Novel J.T. Renton is what you might call a Finder. But the one thing this former bounty hunter no longer finds is people. That is until he’s offered a finder fee he just can’t resist. What J.T. doesn’t know is his latest find comes with a hidden fee, one that could end up costing J.T. his well-guarded heart. 

 Sloan Mathis is on the run from her dangerous ex. So when she encounters J.T. Renton, it takes her a second to realize the arrogant, sexy, and oh-so-frustrating Finder has actually mistaken Sloan for her twin sister. And to uncover what’s going on with her gone missing sister, Sloan lets J.T. believe that he’s found what he’s been looking for.

Stand Alone Series


Purchase Link: http://amzn.com/B00N2HQU48
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Friday, November 21, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Glitch (Corporate Hitman Vol.1) by Olivia Linden & LeTeisha Newton

Release Day Launch: GLITCH by Olivia Linden and LeTeisha NewtonLiam Gallagher, AKA Glitch, is the brain behind a trio of corporate criminals. Formerly known as one of the most notorious hackers in cyberspace, he now works to keep Hawk Global Industries one step ahead of its competitors. But there's a catch. Being blackmailed to do what he does best isn't how Glitch plans to spend the rest of his life, and his partners in crime feel the same way. When an old flame crosses his path unexpectedly, Glitch and company learn that betrayal is on the horizon for them. It's time to put a plan in motion and reclaim their freedom, once and for all. Things are going to get pretty nasty along the way, even a little sexy, but it's all in a day's work for a Corporate Hitman.

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Olivia-Linden/e/B00BF8UR8Q/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1415382134&sr=1-1
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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Flawed and Damaged by Emily Krat

Flawed And Damaged CoverTwo people haunted by their past…

The collision of two damaged hearts…


Meet Elizabeth Williams. She is at the airport on an important work assignment. If everything goes smoothly, after three years of hard work, she’ll get a promotion and a much-needed raise. Elizabeth is putting her life back on track after it was ripped out from under her feet four years ago when she lost her parents along with all her dreams. Standing here, she believes her life is going to change for the better any moment now. Nothing can go wrong, right?


Meet Ryan Price. He came to Moscow on business. Right now, Ryan is standing at the airport looking at a ‘present’ from his brother, judging by the sign a beautiful young woman is holding. Damn his brother for not cancelling this arrangement as Ryan asked.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings and a brilliant love story begins.


There will be a scary flight, lovely breakfasts, long evening conversations, sharing a secret or two, discovering one another, a lot of laughter, tender moments and some tears, a fight and, of course, the I-am-ready-for-the-end-of-the-world kiss.


Somewhere along the way, they won’t be able to fight their feelings any longer.
For the first time in his life, Ryan will experience a different shade of lust. And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth will have to trust despite all of the times she has been hurt.


Will these two wounded lost souls find love, peace and comfort in each other or will they just break each other more? Is it a train wreck of a love story or a happily ever after?


Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M29GRK4


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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Meet Me Under The Lavender Sky by Sydney Arrison

A hot couple, a sexy bet and a lesson learned; sometimes you don’t have to go away to getaway. Wen and Jasmine plan a vacation, but after a sexy bet, they soon find out that you don’t have to go away, to getaway.

"Meet Me Under The Lavender Sky" is the second book featuring Jasmine and Wen; who made their first appearance in the award winning, bestselling book "My Heart In Seoul."

Purchase Link:http://amzn.com/B00MWFPD62
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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Win a $20 gift card – Kelsie Belle’s Eryn: The White Witch’s Legacy 2 Book Tour #EroticRomance





Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s The White Witch’s Legacy Book Tour.  
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The White Witch’s Legacy 2: Eryn


Eryn Lancaster is grieving the loss of the only family she’s ever known, her grandmother Clarisse. She wants to sell their little business and move away from the village she has lived in all her life, in order to get over the pain of loss. Then a gorgeous business man walks into her little bookstore-cafe with an offer to purchase and turns her whole world upside down. But Eryn is in for the shock of her life when she finds out who she really is and just why Asher Valentino sought her out.
Ash is on a mission to help his brother's girlfriend, Raven, find her long lost sister, in order to defeat an evil sorcerer. But when he finally finds the enchanting beauty called Eryn Lancaster, the mission becomes the last thing on his mind. He wants her and he plans to have her by any means necessary. He plays a dangerous game of deceit by omission that almost gets him the prize he desires most, Eryn's body. But he soon learns that lies and lust could cost him the prize that he needs the most, her love.
A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpts:


Eryn knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn’t help herself. God knew it was very rare that such a fine specimen of manhood even passed by the threshold of this antiquated store.


Of their own will, her eyes traveled down from his face to peruse the rest of him, and she was not disappointed in the least. He was tall, at least a good foot or so taller than her petite frame, with lean muscles that spoke of strength without unnecessary bulk. She could only imagine how absolutely fantastic he would look without the black button-down shirt he was wearing. The long sleeves were cuffed to his elbows, the fabric stretching across his chest, and she imagined that, if removed, it would reveal sinuous muscles and not an ounce of spare fat on his frame.


“Hello?” the stranger said. His smooth as silk, raspy voice broke into Eryn’s reverie and snapped her back to reality. That’s when she realized that he was staring at her so intently that his gorgeous eyes were literally smoldering. Heat suffused her face in an instant, the fire in his eyes sparking a yearning within her that was totally unexpected. She blinked rapidly in a bid to pull herself together, and hoped to God there wasn’t actually drool oozing out of the side of her mouth.


“Oh! Um, yes, hello,” she stuttered in a rushed, breathy voice that made her blush as she heard it. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Please forgive my rudeness. You must be the gentleman that’s interested in purchasing the store, right?”


There was a slight pause and Eryn noticed a flicker of confusion cross his face, but it disappeared so quickly that she couldn’t really be sure. “Ah…yeah, that’s right! I came to take a look around,” he replied, almost as if he’d forgotten why he was here. That struck Eryn as odd, but she didn’t dwell on it, although it would be too bad if such a gorgeous man wasn’t altogether right in the head. She almost chuckled at that thought.


“Well then, right this way, please,” she told him, stepping aside to allow him to enter the small store.


He stepped across the threshold, his steps faltering almost imperceptibly as he did so. He quickly regained his equilibrium, though, making her wonder again if she was imagining things. He walked confidently into the cluttered room so she could close the door behind them. She watched closely as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room several times before turning back to her.


“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Asher Valentino,” he said with a devastatingly disarming smile.


He withdrew one slender yet strong hand from his pocket and leaned over to offer it to her. Eryn licked her unexpectedly parched lips before reaching out to accept his gesture. The moment he enclosed her small hand in his firm grip, heat shot up her arm and her whole body began to tingle with a sensation she’d never felt before in her life. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive, the hairs on her neck prickled, and her eyes flared with an awareness that was almost tangible. Utterly unnerved by the strange occurrence, she quickly pulled her hand out of his hold, offering a feeble, apologetic smile for any offense he might take to her response.


“Um, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Valentino,” she told him, then had to clear her throat when she realized how husky she sounded.


His smile remained in place, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to study her. “Oh no, Ms. Winthrop, the pleasure is definitely all mine. I must admit, though, you aren’t who I was expecting when I saw the name Clarisse Winthrop.”


Eryn froze for a second at the mention of her grandmother. It was still surreal to think of her in the past tense, but she took a deep breath and pasted as bright a smile as she could muster onto her lips. “That’s probably because my name isn’t Clarisse Winthrop. I’m Eryn Lancaster. Clarisse was my grandmother. This place belonged to her before she passed on.”


The minuscule widening of his eyes was the only indication that he was surprised by the information she had just shared. Then his face took on a look of genuine sympathy, compassion shining in the depth of his lovely eyes. “Well, Ms. Lancaster, please forgive my assumption. And I’m very sorry for your loss. Were you two very close?” he asked.


She should probably have been taken aback by the frank question, but somehow, it didn’t strike her as the least bit odd. Her lips curled in a sad smile and she turned away from him, not trusting herself to be strong in the face of the compassion she saw in his eyes. “Yes, actually. She was my only family. I lost my parents a long time ago.” She heaved in a huge breath in an effort to shake off the morose feeling that had enveloped her. “Anyway, Clarisse lived a full, happy life, so mourning for her would be pointless. Why don’t we get on with that tour you came for?”


He gave a rueful smile, acknowledging her wish to change the subject with a brisk nod. “Of course. Lead the way,” he told her.




Adult Excerpt: 




Instantly, his hands found her drenched pussy and began to caress her. Then he was leaning down, his head settling between her spread legs and his mouth finding her hot sex. She quivered and moaned as his tongue swiped along the swollen slit of her opening, delving into her as it passed back and forth.


“Lift your blouse and fondle your breasts,” he commanded, easing his mouth off her pussy so he could speak. She quickly did as she was told, pushing her blouse up to expose her generous boobs and taking them into her hands.


“That’s it baby,” he whispered his encouragement. “Squeeze those tits. Make your pussy flood for me.”


She expelled a long, low moan as his mouth returned to her pussy and began the sweet, torturous licking again. She pinched and tweaked her nipples, then rubbed the sensitive tips with her palms. The sensations created by the cool wind wafting across her skin, her smooth palms gliding over her nipples, and Ash’s mouth sucking on her clit were almost unbearable, and soon she was writhing in pleasure on the hard surface of the hood. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, liquid fire oozing out of the hot hole as Ash’s expert mouth pleasured her sex. She continued to stimulate her breasts with her fingertips, adding to the sensations already overwhelming her nerve endings. Soon Ash was pushing her legs even wider and, sliding his stiffened tongue in and out of her entrance in a maddeningly deep tongue-fucking.


“Damn, Ash! I want more,” she cried, releasing her breasts to thrust her fingers into his hair, not caring two hoots anymore who might hear or see her. “Please, baby, I need your cock.”


He didn’t hesitate to grant her wish, pulling back to gently drag her off the car by her legs as soon as he heard her desperate plea. “Turn around and bend over,” he told her, unsnapping his jeans as he waited for her to obey his command.


Her skirt still bunched up around her waist, she bent forward until the tips of her breasts touched the cool metal of the car. She gasped when she felt Ash spreading her legs wider to accommodate him between them and then his heavy cock was at her entrance, pressing forward to ease inside her body. She groaned as he slid into her slickness, his shaft stretching her pussy, causing a twinge of discomfort to the still-slightly-sore tissues.


“Oh God, yes!” she cried, loving the feeling of being stretched to capacity, completely filled with his massive cock.


“Feels good, huh?” he asked, his voice a breathless groan, as if he was barely hanging onto his control. “So goddamn good!”





Please also check out the first book in The White Witch's Legacy: 



The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven:


When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.
Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?


A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpts:



“Myra, hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the nightfall,” she said, and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark outside so, with slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety stairs, fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to be waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.


The scene that met her as she pushed the door open and entered the apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to leave a wide space in the center or the living area. She had used chalk to draw an enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each point of which there was a lit candle, the flame flickering in the slight breeze that entered through the half-opened window. There were bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground beside the peculiar drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and sprinkling some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she noticed Myra standing dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put down the container she was holding and beckoned for the girl to join her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t have time to waste! The time has come for you to meet your destiny.”


“Aunt Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits returned to her. She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old woman had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch The Sound of Music again and then play cards.”


“It is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what I have been preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now, it will soon begin.”


“Take my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she queried cautiously, her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had stopped.


“You are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must bear the Mark first. It will begin with you.”


As much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra didn’t bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better it would be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old woman stood, and upon her instructions, she stepped over the outline of the star and went to stand in its center. Immediately, there was a whiplash of lightning, followed by a horrific roar of thunder, causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had that come from? It had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds anywhere. Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her skin with an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole. A tortured cry tore from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms flying to the point of the pain as if she could make it stop by wiping it away.


“Yes, it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She hobbled closer to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck. “Let go, Myra. Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”


Then the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the open window with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared loudly in her ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t only remain lit, but they seemed to be burning even brighter still. Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly noticed that inside each flame, there was the face of a different woman staring back at her. She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her shoulder restrained her.


 “Do not fear, my child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured her, and reluctantly Myra remained kneeling as the faces in the candles’ flames began to chant together. The words were in a language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for her to understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what they were saying.


One of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the power to see. Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster and the other that cures.


Then, just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind stopped. The pain at the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from the candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was. Myra jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she turned to face Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before bending to retrieve the black book from the floor. When she straightened again, she handed it to Myra and then pulled her in for a tight hug. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she whispered affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to prepare you the best way I could.”


Myra pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt, her eyes darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face. “Aunt Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What just happened?”


“You finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied, smiling gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great White Witch of Castallantra.”


Myra promptly fainted.


Adult Excerpt


“Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been experiencing.


“No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head moving from between her legs.


He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”


She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a whore after all!


He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.


“So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting even more still.


“Please…please, I-I’m so...God, don’t make me beg.” Hot tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?


“You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom. Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch by glorious inch.


“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.


“Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”


“Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her pussy clench and flutter.


“Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.


“That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”






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Author Info:


Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.


She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her three book paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.


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Twitter: @mskelsiebelle






Email: kelsie.belle@yahoo.com



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