Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for Breaching the Lieutenant by Eva Lefoy

Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Breaching the Lieutenant Book Tour.

Second Lieutenant Mark Oates has a lot to learn, both about the U.S. Army and about himself. When a senior officer confronts Oates about his latent homosexual tendencies, he’s backed into a corner and only one man can help him out. Trouble is, can he trust him not to ruin his career plans?

Gunnar Evans was dishonorably discharged from the Army during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell for his openly gay sexuality. He fought the system and lost, but continues to help the young officers sent to his door discover their hidden desires. When gorgeous hunk Lt. Oates arrives, he knows he must breach the lieutenant’s defenses in order to show him the pleasure he deserves. But once he gains access, he may never want to let him go.

In the following excerpt, Evans has Oates in the back of an SUV in his mechanic’s shop and Oates is eager to go all the way.

“Evans. Fuck me. Put your cock in me.” He reached down and spread his thighs open with his hands, watching Evans’ eyes light up. “Please. I want to feel you. Just you, Evans. Put your cock in my ass.”
“Oates…” Evans’ tone was part warning, part moan. “You’re not ready for that. Trust me.” He looked worried, but Oates saw something else lurking in the former hard-ass sergeant’s gaze. Desire. And he wanted that yearning turned toward him, rushing through him, wanted to rub it all over him until he stank of it. His cock swelled.
He stroked a hand up Evans’ thigh and groped his balls. The sac was soft, warm, and he rolled the sergeant’s testes gently in his hand. “I mean it. If you don’t do it, I’ll find someone who will. But I’d rather it be you, sergeant. Show me. Teach me.”
Evans let out a soft cry and doubled over, closing the space between them.
Oates grabbed the back of his head, drawing him the rest of the way down. Their mouths met. He’d never experienced a kiss so firm and luscious. The sergeant’s lips were strong and they vibrated with his needy groan. Oates shoved his tongue between Evans’ lips probing, sampling. The man tasted like salt and sweat, and the flavor, mixed with the lingering taste of his cock, had Oates spreading his legs, desperate to be filled, even if he’d regret it later. He pushed Evans’ mouth away and left his hand on the man’s firm chest. He gazed at its perfection, stroking, caressing the darkly tanned pecs. He glanced up at Evans and they locked gazes. Neither of them said another word.
Evans moved off the vehicle, went to the tool box and grabbed a condom out of a dusty box. He watched Evans roll it down his full length, then clamber back up next to him. He hesitated, and Oates took the initiative. Grabbing Evans by the arm, he pulled him down so their chests met. “Just like this, Evans.”
Evans groaned and shuddered, his body quivering against him. His mouth searched for Oates’ once more, and he let him find it, let him kiss him hard. The manly stroking opened him, made him wanton, made him draw Evans’ hand down between his legs, his fingers to his eager hole. “Fuck me, sir” he whispered.

This is a *hot* read and part of my upcoming Bear series. Hope you like it!

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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Sinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)

Why be tempted by one man's seduction when you can be loved by three?

Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.

In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.

Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.

Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?

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About Houston ~ 

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to. 

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. 

Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at

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Faking sleep, Fay slipped into her mind-travel mode and did a little research on all kinds of sex. Drakker might think he had the upper hand over her, but she had news for this domineering man. She could give back as well as she took, and a little sexual revenge was what she had in mind now that the drug had worn off.
While collecting some data on sexual fetishes and styles she waited for Drakker’s mind to fall into a daydream state. As experienced as she was in mind travel, she had the ability to pull a nontraveler from their physical level and bring them into her mind traveler’s dimension. Here, in this psychic world, anything and everything existed at the whim of a thought.
She felt Drakker’s energy slow down and knew exactly when he slipped into sleep. Fay knew it was time to alter his awareness. Slowing his brainwaves, she drew him deeper into the fifth dimension.
Before he became alert and realized what was happening, Fay used her life force to hold him in a standing position. Using three feet of red silk rope she wrapped and tied one of his wrists. From the matter around her she created a large steel ring and wrapped his bindings in a pretty pattern along the lower half of the hoop as illustrated in her research. With the remaining portion of the rope she bound his other wrist, connected it to the circlet, and attached it to an overhead suspension frame. His arms now raised above his head, she stepped back to admire his position and tested her knots. She made sure there was enough give in the cord to allow Drakker the option to hold the bottom edge of the circle or let his wrists dangle. She used another red silk rope to tie his naked body in an artful design.
Drakker opened his eyes. His body tensed as he scanned his new reality. “Where are we?” He glanced at his unusual restraints. “Fay, what is this? What are you doing?”
“It’s my turn to dominate.”
He smirked. “No chance of that happening.” He pulled against the soft cord. His arms remained cinched above his head. His muscles bulged as he tried to free himself. He frowned, but his eyes shone with admiration. “I’m the Dom, not you. Untie me.”
“I will not.”
“Fay.” His voice dropped as though to dominate her with his tone alone.
“Here, I am the Domme.”
He laughed and lifted a single brow. “And what would you know about any of this…dominance, bondage, and games? It’s not in your character.”
“So little you know about me. You will obey or be punished.”
He tossed his head back and smirked. “Do your best, ma chérie. Do your best.”
“Have you heard of shibari?” Fay walked behind him and finished tying a box tie knot at the back of his neck then dropped the rope over his muscled shoulder, allowing her fingers to trace a seductive path over his skin as she moved around to the front of him. She raked her nail over his nipple, drawing a hard intake of breath from him. She leaned in to suck the gentle wound.
He groaned out a gentle sigh. “No. But I’m good at bondage.”
“I’ve learned it’s a form of bondage but done as art.”
He cocked his dark eyebrows in question. “Tethering someone is art?”
She nodded, excited to share what she’d learned with him. “Notice the craft and exquisiteness in each carefully made knot and wrap of the rope. When I’m done, your bindings will match in an artful pattern all the way down your body.”
His fast, short breaths told her he wanted what she was offering. But, would he dare to take it?
While running her hand over his hard chest in a suggestive stroke, she said, “Relax, there’s no danger here. This is our world, to make as we desire. There is only you, me, and shibari. Are you brave enough to test out the unknown?” She leaned in and kissed him wantonly then finished with a shrug. “Or do you say no, and I free you?”
“Let’s do it.”
Fay pulled the rope, making a diamond-knotted loop around his neck. She wrapped and tied the ends until she had a beautiful Celtic-style twist of knots running down his chest. “They call this a form of erotic performance.” She held his hard dick in her hand. His gaze narrowed when she revealed a very thin steel rod with a slightly J-shaped curve at the tip.
“It looks kind of like a catheter.” There was apprehension in his tone as his glance slid between her hand holding his dick and the hand holding the device.
Fay giggled at his flushing cheeks and released her hold on his fading erection. “It’s called sounds.
“Okay, that’s interesting.”
“Yes, it is. You won’t believe what I’ve learned.”
His chest heaved up and down. “I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Neither had I, but I’ve done my research. Relax. We’ll discover its pleasures together.”
He looked as if he were swallowing a large rock. “What are you going to do with it?” There was a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you going to try to slip that thing in my cock?”
“Do you trust me?” She squeezed a thick, water based lube on her fingers and rubbed it down the metal spoke before dabbing a touch of the cream to the tip of his cock. “I intend to bring you nothing but pleasure.”
He took a deep breath and held it for two heartbeats before exhaling. “I trust you.”
Holding his member in the proper position, she made a gentle and slow insertion of the thin rod into his flaccid shaft, stopping the probe when the tip of his dick met the curved end. Holding it in one hand, Fay used the other to tap her fingernail gently on the rounded metal tip. She knew her actions would send a decadent vibration deep into his body. Drakker’s moans told her he didn’t mind his first experience with the sounds.
She leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth, knowing his pleasure was about to increase.
He groaned louder.
She hooked her teeth on the curved part of the steel shaft and pulled the rod out, before using her tongue to push it back in. She’d been told the sensation was like having his cock sucked on the inside as well as the outside. Fay repeated the gentle move several times until Drakker’s cock started to respond. As his cock grew harder, he moaned, “Mmm. Oh Christ, don’t stop.”
When she withdrew the rod out of his member his body shuddered. His breaths were shallow, and his eyes filled with lust. Fay picked up the rope she’d stopped wrapping and began winding again now that she had his attention. “There is a beauty in ties and the way the rope caresses and restrains your flesh.” She gave a firm tap to his swollen dick, keeping him aware of her control.
She fluttered her lashes at him and pulled the silk rope she’d laced down the front of his muscled chest taut.
His breaths deepened.
“Did you know bondage has always existed throughout mankind’s history? I’ve discovered in some of the ancient cultures it was seen as an intimate release of the body through restraint.”
Drakker swallowed hard as she dropped the rope down and wound it in a snug fit around the base of his balls twice. Her fingers toyed with his bulging sac as she said, “Shibari is personal to each man or woman in what he or she allows their mind to release.”
The sound of Drakker’s hard, deep breaths encouraged her to continue trussing artful knots. At the top of his sac, she ran the end of the rope up his stomach to connect it to the ropes binding his chest. It was quite evident by his hard nipples and dilated pupils he was excited by the bondage.

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Saturday, May 3, 2014

*CONTEST ALERT* Book Spotlight: Quench by J.Hali Steele

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Alek is cursed. A tiger and lion mix, he also feels vampyre bloodlust. Finding a mate will require finding someone to sate that bloodlust and it has become increasingly clear that the two cats who live beneath his skin are outrageously, unbelievably picky. Then he meets Viviana, the one woman who ignites a fierce fire in his soul.
Viviana, a vampyre warrior, is shocked to come face-to-face with the one creature who can turn her cool blood into a molten river. Her powers stolen, she has to count on the cat for everything—blood, even her life, and when they’re together she becomes a wildcat in his arms. Viv wants Alek as her own, and no one, not even Alek himself, will stand in her way.
Inside Scoop: Alek and Viviana share many erotic likings, including enjoying the occasional voyeuristic adventure as well as exhibitionist sex, when the desire strikes them.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Copyright©J. Hali Steele, 2014  |  All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Excerpt: Chapter One
Warriors, leather-clad fighting machines with arsenals of weapons deftly hidden beneath their coats. They were gladiators who fought to the death and belonged in an arena.
Not striding through a hotel lobby in Amish Country.
That’s where Alek Foress had found himself twenty-odd years ago protecting Nikolaus, the Kind prince. In fucking Lancaster County.
All these years later, back in the California high desert, he was still addicted to the bastard’s blood and there were times he swore he smelled like a stinking lion.
“Damn you’re in a nasty mood.” His friend’s laughter rang out in the little corner of the club Alek had chosen to hide in. The sound scraped his already raw nerves. “You striped beasts always smelled worse than us.”
“Case, I don’t need any shit from you.” From the corner of his eye Alek saw Tres heading their way. He took in her green hair and curvy body before facing Case. The man grinned widely as his mate approached, a grin that reminded Alek he’d done the right thing by hiring Tres to handle Case’s club. Initially his friend had objected to his swanky voyeur’s club being run by a snow leopard shifter with green hair.  But the spunky little cat had won the white lion’s heart and soul.
“You both stink and have fleas. Damn warm cats.”
“Hey, baby.”
Alek slouched deeper into the chair as he watched Case pull his mate into his lap. These two were one of the happiest couples he knew. They were also part of the reason for his frame of mind.
Alek would never have a mate or know the kind of happiness they shared.
Case nibbled on Tres’ neck and lifted her up. “Can you see to things for a bit? I need to talk to Alek.”
She leaned in and kissed Case on the lips. “I’m famished and unless you want me biting a customer, don’t be too long.”
“Greedy wench. I’ll take care of you later.”
Alek watched her disappear down the hallway of The Looking Glass. He spun on Case and cut him down before he started.
“Here’s where you tell me so what if I have lion’s blood running through my veins and you’re going to give me the bullshit about being lucky I have a tie to the royal family.” He lifted his glass, downed the Wild Turkey and fixed Case with a deadly stare. “How would you feel walking around for twenty damn years with a hard-on for a fucking male cat?” Lips drawn into a grimace, he ground the words between clenched teeth, “We don’t screw males.” Standing, he leaned and banged both hands flat down on the table. Alek lowered himself until he was eye to eye with his friend. “And now would not be the time to tell me to ‘relax, it’s the vampyre blood’, or ‘it’s no big deal’.” He straightened up, planning to leave.
His head flew back with a snap and his body was flung down into the chair. It tipped back precariously on two legs.
“I haven’t said anything yet.” Case glared at him with gleaming red eyes. “But someone needs to so you can get on with your life and stop this bullshit.”
“What the hell was that?” Alek rubbed his jaw.
“That was a white lion full of vampyre piss and vinegar trying to save his best friend from a life of loneliness.”
He sat back and studied Case Tangara. He’d known he had strength but hadn’t suspected anything like this. For now, his only option was to listen.
Alek and Case were both part of the Kind species of big cats infected with blood of the undead. Both served as Sovereign warriors, known as the Reign, to protect the weaker of their brethren cats who refused to accept the vampyre way of life by ingesting human blood. They were animals and it was what they wanted to remain.
Case continued, “We are what we are. Embrace your vamp powers and deal with it.”
Alek’s mind wandered as Case babbled on about it being okay if a man wanted to make love to another man.
A thousand years ago the undead had invaded the lions’ ancestral caves in the Balkan Mountains and the sons of bitches had contaminated the cats with their vile blood curse. Unfortunately the lions carried the thirst across continents to a multitude of animals. He used to lead the Reign. Stripped of his status, he didn’t give a shit anymore. His downfall came from spending too much time in women. Literally. He pined away even now, his cock weeping, for the wet pleasure found between a willing set of shapely legs. Furry or not, he’d change to suit the situation.
Leading the warriors hadn’t been his idea anyway. He’d assumed the position to stay near the prince.
“So you wanted to stay near your blood source. Big fucking deal. You’ve had the benefit of the strongest blood of our kind and you’ve piddled it away fucking around. I love you, man, but it’s time to grow up.” Case leveled somber green eyes in his direction. “Are you that worried about traveling to meet the prince?”
Zeroing in on Case, Alek hissed. “Stay the hell out of my head. You want to know something, ask.” He could have motioned to the waitress for a drink but what the hell, there were some vamp powers worth embracing. He pulled a glass of alcohol out of thin air and took a big gulp. “Don’t ever restrain me again.”
“Don’t act like an asshole and it won’t be necessary.”
Setting his drink down, Alek sighed heavily and settled back into the chair. “No, I’m not worried about the royal family. Hell, his wife is half-human and will always do crazy shit.” Air whistled through his lips. “You don’t know what it’s like.”
“I know what a vamp’s lust feels like. I enjoy it and so should you. It’s part of what we are.”
“Male cats don’t go panting after each other. It’s-it’s not normal.”
Case laughed so loudly a few of the club’s patrons turned to stare. “We aren’t normal in any sense of the word.”
The addiction to the prince’s blood pulled at Alek, shattered his control again and again. It pushed him into the arms of any available woman just so he could prove his manhood. The weakness would never allow him to take a mate. He was unwilling to divulge his dark secret—his desire to take a man, namely the prince. Have him in every way.
Alek had seen mated male cats take sustenance often. They always went for men and then they’d go home to feed their mates. How did they deal with it, fight the carnal urges that damn near drew him over the edge? What made him different? This wasn’t part of the beast’s nature. His craving came from his blood-lusting relatives. Goddamn vampyres.
“On that thought, I need to feed my mate. Let me say this. Tres understands my sexual urges and accepts them. You’ll find the right mate one day and she’ll accept all that you are, Alek.”
“I’d never let her know.”
“Then you’ll never have happiness. If that’s how you choose to live, so be it. I’ve done all I can.” His friend sniffed loudly, wrinkling his nose. “And you do smell like a lion today. You need a bath, my friend.”

A bit about J.Hali
I read anything, voraciously devour paranormal romances...I’m a bonafide HEA junkie! I write erotic paranormal romance, and have dabbled with contemporary. I write m/f; m/m/f; and m/m for Changeling Press/Razor’s Edge, I write for Ellora’s Cave, and I have a few stories with Liquid Silver. I’ve even been bold enough to publish a few stories on my own as Jocie Parker, you can find those at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Basically, I’m a writer, friend, mother...I'm lots of things—some unmentionable. *smile* My favorite saying: Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out. -J. Hali Steele
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