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Purr-fect Mating Blog Tour: All the better to tease you with, my dear. #Excerpt #Teaser @RoanePublishing @WintersSheryl #Shifters

11 Aug

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Hello and welcome back to the Nook!

As usual, I have a special treat for you all today. I have managed to score you all a teaser from the recently released shifter romance from Roane Publishing and author, Sheryl Winters, titled PURR-FECT MATING.

Gorgeous cover, ain’t it? *winks*

Of course, I have liked all of Roane’s covers so far. But, I digress… let me get to the good stuff… your peek at Purr-fect Mating.

PurrfectMating_Cover2Title: Purr-fect Mating (A Lil Genie Series Novella)
Author: Sheryl Winters
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: June 23, 2014
Keywords: Paranormal, Romance, Shifters, Novella, Series

Blurb:
On their wedding night, at the stroke of midnight, Wulfar changes into his shifted wolf form and cannot shift back. Not even to communicate with the woman he loves.

Fhina, upon waking the day after their mating, no longer recognizes her mate. Pregnant and confused, she’s convinced herself her mate has run away and left her to live alone. With his dog.

Can the cursed pair find a counter charm before Fhina gives birth? Will Wulfar be able to curb his inclination to run?

Or will their mutual curses break up their love affair before it’s really even started.

 

 

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Excerpt:

Pounding on the door has us both jumping.

The discovery of finding my soul mate has me off center. We could die from my negligence. I must deal with this hunter, and soon. Taking a deep breath, I swing open the door.

Human cells twist to that of a feline. My arms and legs lengthen, growing more muscular. Fur sprouts where smooth skin was. My dress falls to the ground as my kitty skin erupts into being—one hundred percent Siberian Tiger. Roaring, I knock the gun from the hunter’s hand.

He falls backward with a heavy oof.

My claws unsheathe and I tap them against the human’s jaw, watching in delight as fear crawls into his eyes.

The man is the type who kills my kind for sport. It’s on the stench of his skin. The type of evil you can’t rid your flesh of. He’s one who deserves to die.

“You are not welcome here,” Wulfar growls from behind me.

“Another beast. Shit.” The hunter gropes for his gun, but the weight of my tiger body has him safely pinned to the ground.

“Do I look like a beast? Why were you knocking on my door?” The fur at my nape bristles. “Don’t you know your kind is not welcome in this area?”

The hunter squeals, wiggling beneath me and attempts some type of halfhearted Judo move, which he performs with ill grace.

Did he really think he could throw off a full grown tiger? Laying flat, I allow him to feel the true weight of my transformed body.

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Well — what are you waiting for… go get yourself a copy so you know what happens next!!

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About the Author: I never set out to be an author. Only a story teller. Some days I succeed better than others.

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Back in the Swing with a Mid-Week Tease #MWTease #Erotic #WIP

30 Jul

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I am starting to get myself back in the swing of things… meaning I have found some time to get back to posting a bit more regularly on the blog here — Yes, I know you all missed me SOOO much — right?

Today, my little teaser comes to you from a WIP I have had shelved while I concentrated on Roane Publishing matters. But, like all good stories, I can hear the MC’s beckoning me from afar, so I will be getting back into this tale shortly.

Today’s snipit comes to you from a little shifter tale I have in the works. This is one I actually forgot was even on my hard drive until I started looking for something to work on the other day. I started reading and decided it was not only good — I dont even remember starting it.  Well, maybe some of it I remember… like the hot male shifter, maybe *wink*

Anyway, here is my tease for you this week:

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The tantalizing scent of roasted vegetables tickled my senses, urging me to return from the edge of nothingness, and coaxing me to open my eyes. I regretted the action almost instantly. Light streamed in the open window to pierce my skull with its fiery rays of torture. Squinting, I lifted a hand to shield them. Pain sliced through me at the slight movement, causing me to suck a breath in through gritted teeth.

Memories rushed in. My last hunting trip as a free woman, the buck I’d shot, the angry wolf pack, piercing amber eyes laced with … concern?

“You’re awake. Excellent.”

I emitted a startled squeak, my head jerking in the direction of the decidedly masculine voice, muscles tensing. Pain jolted through my body at the movement, turning the squeal into a distressed moan.

“Easy now. I’ve stitched you up, but I can’t guarantee it’ll hold if you keep flopping about like a fish out of water.”

My death grip on the bed sheets loosened, and I relaxed back into the mattress through force of will, turning my head to face the unfamiliar, soft spoken voice.

Intense amber eyes stared down at me from beneath an unruly mop of obsidian waves.

“You!” The accusation slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

He glanced down, as if checking to ensure he was all still there. “Last time I checked.”

I followed his gaze downward, over a lightly furred, chiseled chest to a flat stomach before freezing on strong, nude hips.

Nude?

I quickly turned my head and stared a hole in the wall beside the bed. “You’re naked.”

His chuckle sent a ripple of warmth through my body. “Aren’t you just Princess Obvious. Yes. I’m naked and yes, I’m me. Any other accusations you want to hurl before I feed you some of this broth I’ve been preparing especially for you?” He pointed to the kettle hanging beside a crackling fire, where I assumed the delectable stewed vegetable scent emanated from.

His sarcasm grated my nerves, and his nudity played havoc with my already tenuous mental state. “No, but if you were to fall into some breeches, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Somehow I find that difficult to believe.”

I snorted in a most unladylike manner. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

 

Yup, leave it to me to write a self centered, hot, male lead. Always gotta make them difficult. *grins* Would love to know what you think. Feel free to drop a comment below. Sharing is caring :)

Be sure to swing by the other blogs offering tasty fictional treats for you this week. You can find the Linky List here:

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Bears and Sex and Bad Boys, Oh My! – The Bear Project by Doris O’Connor (mamad8) #erotic #romance #shifters

20 Jan

Due to my extreme awesomeness and the fact the author has a closet love for me, I managed to convince the irrepressible, Doris O’Connor to stop by my blog to talk a bit about her latest erotic release with Evernight Publishing, The Bear Project.

The cover alone has me beyond intrigued…as if the story being written by Ms’ O’Connor wasn’t enough to convince me I have to read it…

Anyway, before I gush all over myself and give Doris a fat head, here she is…

Thanks so much for having me here today.  :) 

We all love a bad boy, right? That cocksure attitude, the swagger, the single minded determination to get the heroine into his bed. That element of danger that surrounds them is like the cake you know you shouldn’t eat, but you can’t but help and indulge anyway.

Now, imagine you’re stranded in a little hicky town, with no means of getting away, a town full of rumors and strange happenings, and one of those sex-on-legs bad boys comes up to you and claims you’re his.

What would you do? Would you tell him to take a hike, or would you give into that instant and explosive chemistry between you?

Such is the dilemma Emmi faces when she meets Cole. Never in all her life has she been this attracted to a guy, and she does need a place to crash for the night, so why not take advantage of what he offers. It’s simply a case of scratching an itch, right? What could possibly go wrong?

Well… when you’re chosen bedmate is a Bear shifter intent on claiming you for his mate, a hell of a lot can and does go wrong. Especially, when it looks as though this particular bad boy is some sort of assassin too…

Emmi does what any reasonable person would do. She runs after their night of passion, determined to forget all about Cole. However, Cole is a hard person to forget, not least because she is left with a permanent reminder that throws her right into the world and blood line politics of shifters.

Shifters in London, blood lines, council, rules, mating bond – say what?

It’s enough to leave you dizzy. Add in the return of Cole, who isn’t at all what he seems to be and Emmi is in for the ride of her life.

Works for me!! How bout you guys? (yeah, thought so…YUM)

here are all the juicy details:

TBPTHE BEAR PROJECT
by Doris O’Connor

Genre: Erotic Romance (Shifters)

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: Jan. 9, 2014

Blurb: When Animal conservationist Emmi Layne meets bad boy Cole Jackson there is no denying the instant lust between them. She has a thing for bears, after all.  However, you cannot build a relationship on awesome sex alone, especially when you live on different continents, and have nothing in common.

Everything changes, when Emmi discovers that their night of passion has left her with more than erotic memories. She has no means of contacting him, even if she wanted to, but she hasn’t counted on this bear shifter’s determination.

Cole is not what he seems, and he will stop at nothing to claim what’s his—even if that means breaking all the rules.

Can he trust the mating bond to deliver, or will it spell the end of an ancient blood line?

With the odds stacked against them, can this unlikely duo find happiness together?

Excerpt: (Mature Audiences ONLY)

A moan slipped out from Emmi, and his balls drew tight in anticipation, as she, too, lost what cover his old shirt afforded her.  She licked her lips, her gaze riveted on his erection, and he grinned. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him, and he bent down, and grabbing her ankles, pulled her down the bed until her ass was half hanging off it and he could step right between her legs.

This position opened her cunt for his inspection, and her scent grew in potency as her juices coated her pussy lips. Cole stroked himself harder in response to that sight, and she whimpered. That tiny sound pitched his need to claim her to new heights, but he wanted her begging for his cock and so wet and ready that she couldn’t stand it anymore.

A vision of keeping her like this, naked and at his mercy, filled his vision. Her curves would look so beautiful bound by Shibari rope, as she begged him for her orgasm.

His dick jumped at the thought, and he used the natural lubrication of his pre-cum to aid the ever faster up and downward glide of his hand.

“Cole, let me…”

Emmi looked up at him, her eyes so dark with her own need it took his breath away.

“No, I want to watch you come for me.” A fierce blush spread all over her skin at his husky words, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw blood. The metallic smell filled his nostrils, and his bear roared. “Use your fingers to spread yourself wider, so that I can see what you’re doing. Tell me what it feels like, and how much you want my cock, sugar.”

Emmi shivered and closed her eyes, but her hands did slowly slide down to the apex of her thighs.

“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you.”

“Oh God.” Her groan matched his when she spread her labia wide and circled her clit with one finger. The little nubbin swelled under her ministrations as all the blood rushed to the surface.

“That’s my girl. Fill your hole with your fingers, and imagine it’s my cock, sugar.”

Emmi complied, and the little needy sounds she made at the back of her throat were pure music to his ears.

“Words, Emmi, use them.”

“I … I can’t. I just … I want to come so badly. My fingers are not enough. I’m gripping them imagining they’re your cock filling me, thrusting in. I want you so badly.”

He growled, and she pumped her fingers faster until the wet sounds of her greedy pussy filled the room. The trembles started as her orgasm took hold, and Cole grabbed her thighs and took over.

Emmi screamed when his tongue replaced her fingers, and her essence flowed freely into his waiting mouth. His bear grunted his approval, and Cole blew against her slit and then bit down on her clit. The action sent Emmi over the edge, and he pushed two of his fingers into her clenching pussy hole. She rode those fingers as her whole body bowed off the bed and tightened before she slumped back down, moaning and writhing under his fingers and tongue.

Cole kept up his assault until the last tremors stopped and then crawled up her limp and sweat slicked body to kiss her.

“You’re not playing fair.” She mumbled the words and ran her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders and then down his back until she could reach his ass. With his body cocooned between her thighs, his cock slid up and down her wet slit and he indulged himself by thrusting into her just once.

Her cunt closed around him like a velvet fist, and Emmi pushed her feet into his calves and lifted up to meet his thrust. Their gazes locked when he pulled out and then pushed into her wet heat again.

“Oh, God, Cole, you’re driving me insane.”

His little human bucked against him, and her vaginal muscles clenched and released around his dick in an effort to hurry him along. It took all of Cole’s willpower and self-control to not simply give her what she wanted, but he withdrew again until just the tip of his dick remained inside her entrance.

Emmi shook and groaned and pleaded, and he ground his teeth to stop himself form coming.

“No, we’ll do this my way. Stop trying to hurry me, sugar, or I’ll tie you to this bed and leave you hanging.”

Her sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he paused half in half out of her sweet cunt, until he could nudge her sweet spot with short, shallow thrusts that had her luscious body climbing again. He could see it in the way her eyes clouded over, and her breathing quickened. Her fingernails scored his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Cole welcomed the slight pain, as he pushed her over that edge again.

“That’s my girl. Come for me again. Beautiful.”

He withdrew and flipped her over, so that she was bent over the side off the bed. With her knees on the floor, and her legs spread wide, her ass was there for him to play with, and Cole smacked one cheek and then pushed his fingers back into her vagina.

A rush of air escaped Emmi’s lungs, and she groaned into the bed covers and lifted her ass up to give him better access.

Cole rubbed his stubble along her shoulder blades and kissed her spine. A shudder went through her body, and she sighed his name when he withdrew.

“What, baby? Do you want me to spank you again?”

He delivered another open handed swat to her other cheek with enough force to leave a bright mark on her pale flesh as the blood rushed to the surface. His possessive bear urged him to do it again, to mark her body with his hands and claws and teeth, but the man needed to be sure she was on board with this.

“Yes, God, yes, please, Cole, anything. That feels so fucking good.”

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Author Bio: Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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New Release News: A Love Unfinished by Bethany-Kris #Romance #erotic

17 Jan

aloveunfinishedA Love Unfinished by Bethany-Kris

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Length: 95k—Full length novel.

Release Date: January 10th, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Blurb: Over two decades ago, an attack on The Clan of Cobalt left families of dragons in ruins; now, with the clans able to start rebuilding their lives, history is beginning to rewrite, one dragon and one mate at a time…

Dani Heartview spent a year running from the past she can’t forget and it’s about to catch up in the form of Holden Levy. When he suddenly disappeared, she was devastated, but now he’s back. Even if she can’t deny their connection, the man who returned is vastly different from the one who left.

With Holden’s secrets uncovered, the Alpha dragon inside the man is demanding for its mate to be claimed, but there’s danger lurking close by. Still, his abandonment is a monster she can’t shake. Can she forgive to restart their life, and if she does, can Dani handle exactly what it means to be a dragon’s mate?

Excerpt:

“Get away from me,” I hissed. “You have no right to be here.”

Emotion broke through on his handsome features, marring it with sadness as my eyes blurred with unshed tears. “Please, Dani…”

“Stop saying my name.” My voice was rising to an unhealthy octave. My heart was pounding at a too fast pace. Why would he be here? He had to have known I wouldn’t want him here. “Stop sharing my fucking air. For God sakes, get out of my space, Holden.”

“Ouch, man.”

Holden didn’t even glance back at his friend. “Shut up, Duran.” There was a timber in his tone, something else I didn’t recognize from the man standing before me. I felt wetness drip down my cheeks. “Oh, Dani, please don’t cry…I didn’t come here to make you cry, baby.”

Baby? “Who in the hel—”

“Dani!” Jade was out of the kitchen and rushing over to my side. She barely noted the men or my heartbroken expression. That, or she mistook it for the pain of the coffee spill. “Did you get burned?”

“I’m fine.” Those words were the biggest lie I’d ever spoken.

“She’s not,” Holden replied quietly. “Could you get a cool cloth and the first aid kit, if you have one?”

“I’m fine,” I repeated. “Jade, could you handle these guys, please?”

“Dani, wait.”

“Holden, I swear to God if you don’t walk out of this place right now and never look back, I will…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because there wasn’t anything I didn’t already feel for him. Hate. Love. Desire. Disgust. I felt all of that. With him being so close, it only served to make me more confused. Defeated, air rushed from my lungs, in a harsh exhale. “Leave, right now.”

Jade appeared lost. “Um…okay, I’m going to grab the first aid. You’re going to stay here and sit down.”

Duran smiled at Jade when no one responded. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Holden hadn’t taken his eyes off me. When he moved forward, I backed up. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want you near me.”

Agony pulled Holden’s full lips into a frown. “Let me explain.”

“I told you this wouldn’t be the best place to approach her,” Duran said. “We should have waited.”

“We don’t have that kind of time.”

“Why haven’t you left?” I asked, feeling a seething rage beginning to take over my initial shock and pain. “Have I not made it clear enough yet that you’re not welcomed?”

“You made it clear.” Holden’s gaze flickered up to the ceiling, a tick showing in his strong jaw. “But it’s not that simple. One minute, Dani. That’s all I’m asking for. After all we were, don’t you owe me that?”

“Owe you?” My hands trembled. The sudden burst of fury and courage that swept over me was all consuming. I stepped up to him and slammed my fist into his chest. Holden barely flinched and the action hurt me a great deal more than it must have him, but emotional pain registered in his eyes. “I owe you. Are you fucking insane? You left me, Holden. Left me in Tennessee with nothing. Not a goddamned explanation, not a goodbye…nothing!”

I hit him in the chest again, disbelief coursing through me. “How could you ever say that I owe you after everything you did to me? I waited for months. I called your phone every day. I texted, emailed, and left messages until your inbox was full. You could have been dead if not for that stupid note. I defended you when it was clear you didn’t want me anymore … Once, Holden. All you had to do was answer me back just once! You up and walked away from me, from our home, and our life without a single care in the world. And you have the audacity to say that I owe you anything?”

“Do not…” he growled, face suddenly mere inches from mine, “…say that I just walked away from you, Dani. I never would have walked away from you like that had I been given the choice. Ever.”

His response only served to fuel my rage. “Well, excuse me for living. What would you call me waking up to an empty house, with a note on the counter, and no you to be seen again, exactly?”

Anger clouded his face. “What did that note say, Dani?”

“Holden, calm down.” Duran was up off the bench, a hand on his friend’s shuddering arm. Rippling tension flowed between the men, but my former lover and fiancé didn’t register the one person attempting to help the situation. No, his focus was solely on me. “Come on, we’ll do this another time.”

“You won’t do it ever again,” I spat hatefully.

“Yes, I will. I have to. I can’t be me without you.” That confession struck me like a knife in the chest, the blade twisting painfully. Holden breathed deeply, the fight suddenly gone from his body as quickly as it came. “I will always come back for you. I lo—”

“No, you don’t. You never did. If you had, this…” I said with a wave at us, “…wouldn’t have happened.”

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Author Bio:

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. With her children under her feet, animals at her side, and spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.

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New Release News: Blood Hunt by Naomi Clark #Erotic #Romance #LGBT

22 Oct

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by Naomi Clark

Genre: F/F Erotic Romance (Paranormal)

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: October 7, 2013

Blurb:

Ayla Hammond is taking on Paris. Hoping for a romantic getaway in the City of Lights with her girlfriend, Shannon, she finds a city under the dark thrall of Le Monstre. Getting caught up in mystery and murder was the last thing Ayla and Shannon wanted or expected, but as the body count grows and tension rises between Parisian werewolves and humans, they find themselves stalked by an unknown terror.
What is Le Monstre and why does it make Ayla’s wolf want to turn tail and run? Can it be stopped before they become its next victims?

Excerpt (Mature Audiences Only):

I leapt off the sofa, knocking Shannon to the floor, and rushed to the window. As I flung it open, warm night air hit me, carrying a scent like rotting fruit with it. I sneezed and stuck my head out, trying to find the source of the noise. A single streetlight flickered nearby, casting patchy light over the narrow cobbled street. Directly opposite our building was a small news agents, the neon sign casting green and red light over the staff leaning out the door, looking around for the screamer.

It only took me another second to find her. A few feet further up the street, kneeling beside a shadowy form, hands clutching thick black hair as she rocked back and forth, was Sun. Her high-pitched, wordless scream bounced off the stone walls all around her.

“Shit.” I ran for the door, my wolf on red alert. Pack in danger, nothing else mattered.

Shannon grabbed me before I reached the door, pulling me back. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Sun.”

Eyes wide, Shannon joined my dash for the door. All my earlier bitchy thoughts disappeared as we ran down the stairs to the street. What could cause those bloodcurdling shrieks? My stomach lurched. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

Out on the street, the shop staff and customers surrounded Sun. One man was trying to pull her away from whatever she knelt beside, others were shouting and waving. A woman fiddled with her mobile phone. The scent of rotting fruit was stronger, a salty tang of blood coupled with it. I wanted to gag, both from the smell and the dread gnawing at my stomach. I grabbed Shannon’s hand to slow her down, gut instinct telling me she didn’t want to see this.

As I pushed my way past the people with a mumbled excuse moi I knew that the fallen form Sun screamed over had to be Mike, but knowing it didn’t prepare me for seeing him. Sun cradled him in her arms, his body limp and pale. His eyes looked so dark against paper-white skin, like black holes. The sickly-sweet smell pulsed off him, sticking in my throat. The killing wound was at his throat—a rough, vicious bite that had pierced the artery. Blood still ran in thick rivulets down his neck and shoulders, soaking into his dark shirt and Sun’s white skirt.

My wolf’s reaction was fast and visceral: fear so sharp and bitter it left me frozen and useless.

“My God,” Shannon breathed, dropping down beside Sun to pry her hands away from Mike. “Sun, come on, let him go,” she said gently. “You don’t want to get all upset and risk the baby—”

“Fuck the baby!” Sun shrieked, throwing her off. “I am upset!”

Upset was hardly the word. As much as I admired Shannon for keeping her cool and trying to help, there was no way I’d get between Sun and the dead man right now. I noticed one of the onlookers, a wolf, hanging back too. His eyes glowed green in the streetlight, wide with the same weird fear that gripped me. I wanted to ask him why he was so scared, see if he could explain my own reaction to me, but I didn’t know how. Instead I watched as Shannon and another waiter gently forced Sun away from Mike’s body, pulling her to her feet and dragging her back. My wolf whimpered and whined in my head. It took all my willpower not to turn and flee the scene. That sweet, bitter scent hanging over Mike touched some primal part of me, triggering a deep terror that shot past my human, logical side and hit the animal hard.

I’d never wanted to run away so much in my life and I had no idea why.

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Naomi Clark lives in Cambridge and is a mild-mannered office worker by day, but a slightly crazed writer by night. She has a perfectly healthy obsession with giant sea creatures and a preference for vodka-based cocktails. When she’s not writing, Naomi is probably either reading or watching 80s cartoon shows, and sometimes she manages to do all three at once.

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New Release News: Under the Alpha’s Protection by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8) #Erotic #Romance

9 Oct

Oh the treat I have for you all this week. It almost makes my absence from regular posting worthwhile. (apologies for that, by the way). This week, I have managed to wrangle the hardest working erotic romance author I know, Doris O’Connor. As is her habit, Miz O’Connor is celebrating a fantastic looking new erotic romance release.

This time, the lucky story is UNDER THE ALPHA’S PROTECTION

Here’s Doris with all the juicy details…

Thanks so much for having me here today   :)

Let me take you back to your University days. Imagine the most popular guy on campus, the one all the girls lust after, and all the boys emulate to be like. Got that picture in your head? Now look at yourself, or in this case Nikita. Can you see her, geeky, studious, and carrying far too many pounds to attract much male attention?

Then imagine the crowded commons room. It’s fresher’s week and Nikita is feeling rather overwhelmed, and who comes to her rescue? None other than that most popular guy on campus, of course, Raoul. What follows is a five year strong friendship, which sees these two support each other through thick and thin. Raoul never crosses that line of friendship, no matter how much Nikita might secretly wish that he did. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in her in that way. He favours the cheer leader types, that he can boss around, and that will not give him lip back … or so she thinks.

What Nikita doesn’t know is that Raoul is a wolf shifter, and that his beast has chosen her for his mate.

This Alpha will do anything to protect his mate, especially from his baser urges. His little human would never willingly submit to him or any man … or so he thinks.

When a threat to his leadership results in an attack on Nikita, everything changes.

UTAP5UNDER THE ALPHA’S PROTECTION
by Doris O’Connor

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance (BDSM)

Blurb: Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul’s arms.

Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.

Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him.

However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.

Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?

Excerpt:                                                                                                      

“Drink, squirt.”

Nikita didn’t even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm lips touched hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again, and she moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along her sweat slicked skin.

“Get on the bed for me and lie down on your front.” The whispered words into her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his approval.

“Good girl. I’m going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start with, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

She couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine until he reached her butt, and then he scraped his nails along the tender flesh. The burn was pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and she jumped when he parted her ass cheeks.

He dropped a kiss on her anus and slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to pant, and her internal muscles pulled tight, and tried to draw the digit inside. Raoul laughed softly and slipped another finger into her desperately clenching cunt at the same time as his tongue pushed through the tight ring of her muscle that had never been breached before. Warmth spread through her as that tongue probed in tune with his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to the edge and then withdrew.

“Nooooo.” The high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn’t sound like her voice at all. Raoul paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one of her arms and pulled it upwards, and then there was the sound of Velcro and something soft and thick wrapped around her wrist.

He ran his finger underneath the restraint, and then his face appeared in her blurry vision. Unlike earlier when her mind had played tricks on her, this time round all she saw was Raoul in all his ruggedly handsome glory. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest. He must have somehow got undressed when she wasn’t paying attention, too caught up in the myriad of sensations he’d already coaxed from her body.

If this was what kinky sex did, then Nikita couldn’t understand why more people didn’t embrace this lifestyle. Never in her life had she been this turned on. Raoul repeated the process to her other arm until she was tied and couldn’t move.

“What’s your safe word, squirt?”

“Red, but I don’t need it. Please don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

The approval in his voice washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to tears, so overwhelmed was she by the intensity of the moment.

With her breasts squashed into the bed, her nipples chafed against the cover, and she bucked when he slid his hands under her and pinched each nipple in turn. With his naked chest pressed against her back, exerting pressure on the left-over soreness there, Nikita felt owned, and used, and she reveled in that feeling, as he rolled each hard nub between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of arousal shot through her body to her clit, and she couldn’t help her breathless moan.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

He kissed her shoulder and withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made her gasp. Each sting was soothed by soft lips.

“Turn your head and look at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck you. I want you to see my cock plundering your sweet cunt, so that you’ll know who owns you.”

Instead of appalling her, those words excited her further, and she dutifully turned to look. Even though her vision was hazy she could see him towering over her, his body so big and dark compared to her, and every fiber of her being tensed when she caught the first glimpse of his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its thatch of dark hair, his heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul took himself in hand and stroked his dick from head to root with slow measured moves that had her mewling anew.

“Beg me for my cock, girl. Tell me you want it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yes, anything, please. I need you …. I need your cock … Sir.”

The tagged on address made him growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he placed several cushions under her hips until her ass was elevated.

“So wet, so beautiful. Who owns this pussy, squirt?”

“You do, Sir.”

“Damn fucking right, I do.”

He slid the thick head of his erection through her pussy lips, and Nikita held her breath as his heat branded her. He repeated that process over and over until Nikita wanted to scream and her nerve endings were strung so tight, she could barely breathe. She yanked on her restraints, but it was useless. When he finally breached her hole it was with agonizing slowness that awakened every one of her vaginal nerves, and she grit her teeth at the sensation of being filled and stretched to capacity.

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Buy Links:

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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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#WickedWednesday with a Twist: Let’s Call It A Mid-week Tease #MWTease #Fantasy #WIP

31 Jul

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So this is a bit different, right?

Welcome to what I’ve decided to call Wicked Tease Wednesday — a special combination of my own weekly Wicked Wednesday post and a Mid-Week Tease post, which is the brainchild of fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino, and a post where I forgot to see what day it was before signing up for it and realizing it conflicted with one of my few and favorite weekly features. But, this worked out quite nicely I think.

You all are the ultimate judges. :) Do you feel the surge of power?

Both weekly features are a  free-form way of sharing our writing with readers (and each other), which is what it’s all about. This time, I just have some company by way of the other fantastic participating authors in Sandra’s Hop.

I’ve had a bit of a time lately with the more steamy posts, since most of my WIPs at the moment aren’t up to the good bits yet, and I like to share new stuff with you and not the same ole same ole — so this week, I’ve decided to dig into the notebook and find something special in honor of our Mid-week tease guests. This one is more sweet than sultry, but I do like it quite a bit. Ric is one of my all time favorite characters — one I admit is as much a product of my alter-ego, Rebecca Hart than he is my imagination. This comes from “our” novel to be, The Machenwood Chronicles (think Grimm’s Fairy Tales meets Narnia)

As always, I would love to know your thoughts on the teaser, so please feel free to leave a comment below. Feedback rules.

Anyway, here it goes…

“Let’s go cool off. I know just the place.” He pulled her along with him, ducked under a tree limb, and glanced back at her. “This way.”

“Where are we going?” Ana hopped over a giant root, struggling to keep pace with Ric.

“The hot springs. Your muscles will thank me.” Ric led her through the trees and into the same grass covered glen where Ana met Brenna the day before. The pool’s surface shimmered like glass in the late afternoon sun.

Ric released her hand and he kicked off his boots. He unfastened the buttons of his shirt, exposing his hard, lightly furred chest. Pulling his arms free, he tossed the garment aside and began working at the button to his trousers. He glanced at Ana, who hadn’t moved since he’d let go of her. “Why aren’t you getting undressed?” He wiggled his hips, pushed his breeches down to his ankles, and stepped out of them.

Ana gaped, took a step backward. “Undressed?” Her cheeks burned as she averted her gaze. “I…uh…” Her eyes darted left and right. She spun around, searched the surrounding branches for her dignity.

A splash sounded behind her, indicating he’d entered the water.

“You sure we’re alone?” When he didn’t answer, Ana turned back around.

Ric broke the rippled surface about twenty feet from shore. He turned about, dark curls plastered to his forehead, golden-flecked eyes shining with mischief. “Don’t look so stricken, Ana. You’re in danger of being a prude.”

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Yup. Love me some Ric. :)

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#SexySnippets: Digging through the writing notebook #Romance #Fantasy #sweet

28 Jul

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Welcome back for another installment of #SexySnippets. This week, rather than looking for something super hot and steamy, I would post seven sentences from a WIP I have had in the notebook for some time. It is a fantasy romance series, and more sweet than erotic (shocking, I know), but I am feeling sweet today, so sue me :P

Besides, the male lead in this particular story is anything but sweet… more carnal… just the way I like them.

Here is my snippet for this week:

Domnu watched her [Jyslin] through narrow slits. Worry etched her brow and she sent regular glances his way. He hid his smile with effort. Her worry was for him, he was sure of it. The knowledge sent a shiver of arousal through his body, his lower half stirring.

Groaning inwardly, he clamped his lids shut and centered his attention on the pain slicing across his left pectoral.

Settle down, boy. Dying men don’t get aroused.

There ya have it. As always, feel free to share your thoughts on the snippet below and be sure to click the banner at the top of the post or this LINK here, and visit with the other sites offering snippets this weekend.

See you all next time :)

#WickedWednesday: Dark Hunter by Shannan Albright #PNR #Romance #Vampires

24 Jul

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(Dark Breed Enforcers 3)
by Shannan Albright

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Romance (erotic)

Heat Level: 2

BLURB:

Vampire Mari Ankamunan struggles to pick up the pieces of her life after her bar The Asp becomes a war zone between the Enforcers and members of the Preservation Society, who want all dark breeds wiped out. The sudden appearance of the only man she ever loved brings her world to a crashing halt, for she witnessed his brutal murder two thousand years ago.

Navar’s spoken oaths to his Sire cost him Mari. Torn from her side by the sidhe queen, he is her Hunter, delivering justice for crimes against the breeds. Now freed he returns to his lovers side only to be caught in a dark plot where Mari is targeted for death.

The stakes are high, can they uncover a deadly plot against the Enforcers or will Navar lose Mari, forever by an assassin’s hand?

And now, the part you’ve all been waiting for… the wicked teaser to get your mouth watering for more…as if the cover doesn’t do that by itself…

EXCERPT:

“I will do everything in my power to protect her, even lay down my life if it comes to that.” Navar’s words rang in the still air, spoken as an oath.

“Marcus will be relieved to find out Mari is well protected. I know after the incident with the Preservation Society, he has been concerned for her safety. Someday you must tell me how you secured your release.”

Mari blinked at the two men, feeling left out of the loop in the XY-chromosome chat. Males. Can’t live without them and can’t kill them. Irritation spiked into the red zone, her patience threadbare for the bullshit. Placing her diminutive self between the two towering males, she gave them both a fearless glare and fisted her hands on her hips.

All conversation stopped as they stared down at her with surprise. Good, now she had their attention. “I’ve been alive since the time of Cleopatra. I didn’t survive all those centuries by being a fucking weak female. I can fight, strategize, and I damn well have enough intellect in this ‘girly’ brain to figure out what I need to do to save my own hide, thank you very much. Now, if you don’t mind talking to me, not about me, it would be appreciated and might save your ball sacs from relocating somewhere north on your body. Are we clear, boys?”

Adrian threw his head back and roared a large rolling laugh that reverberated throughout the room. She blinked in surprise. She’d never once seen any enforcer laugh. Sure, they smiled, chuckled, and even smirked, but never laughed. She found it…disconcerting.

“Point taken. You will have your hands full with this little hellion, hunter. I don’t envy you.”

“Little hellion indeed. Yet well worth the extra trouble,” Navar agreed, his pale eyes darkening with hunger.

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Starving for more yet?

Good, then get your copy from any of the links below.

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#WickedWednesday: Not A Dragon’s Standard Virgin by Siobhan Muir #Paranormal #erotic #romance

15 May

Welcome back to the blog for what has become one of my favorite weekly features, Wicked Wednesday. Each week, I share a steamy excerpt from a recent erotic publication or occasionally a WIP.

This week, I have the pleasure of introducing you all to fellow erotic romance author, Siobhan Muir’s latest erotic tale, NOT A DRAGON’S STANDARD VIRGIN.

Let’s have a look, shall we?

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Not A Dragon’s Standard Virgin
by Siobhan Muir

Publisher: Siren Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Blurb: 

Sacrificial virgins are so sixteenth century, but unless Isabelle finds a man to take her innocence, she’ll likely be next.

For Isabelle Andersen, being a virgin in a dragon-plagued Scottish village is dangerous. Potentially the next dragon sacrifice, Isabelle’s only solution is to lose her innocence, and fast. All she needs is one handsome stranger she can coax into bed, but Lochmore Cott doesn’t get much in the way of visitors.

 Jonarrion Swiftwind has sworn off virgins. The last time he took one to his bed, his family paid the price for his lust at the hands of her demon-possessed father. He’s made it his mission to destroy all demons. Nothing distracts him from killing this demon until lovely Isabelle offers him tea. And her virginity. 

Just one night of passion makes Jon realize he doesn’t want to let the independent beauty go. But will Isabelle accept him when she discovers the only real dragon in her village… is him?

 

Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)

“Easy, lassie.” Jon stood and held her hands still, the tension humming through her. “There’s no need to rush this.” He drew her back to the bed and sat down. “Come. Sit between my legs and let me help you relax.”

“Between your… Isn’t that where your—” She gestured at his tenting kilt and blushed.

“My what, Isabelle?”

“You know.” The red spilled down her throat and flushed her bosom. He wondered if it carried on straight to her pussy. “Your manly bits.”

He wanted to laugh at her choice of words, but he didn’t wish to anger her. “There are many names associated with my ‘manly bits,’ but it’s most commonly called a ‘cock,’ and yes, that’s where I carry it.”

“Cock.” She repeated the word in her husky voice, and his said anatomy flexed with her attention. “Does it have a mind of its own, then?”

“What?” Where had she learned such things as a virgin?

“Well, it just moved.” She gestured at his groin, and he resisted the urge to cover it with his hand.

He let out a startled laugh. “Actually, my dear, it often responds when called by name, and you said it so well. It couldn’t help but take notice.”

A mischievous smile curled her lips and damn near curled his toes. “Cock.”

True to form, his dick flexed again and his arousal swelled. Her sassy confidence grabbed far more than her sweet innocence. She’d fought years of tradition within this human community to come to his room, and now added some wanton wench into the mix. Sweet Goddess, this might be better than he’d expected.

“That’s exactly how to say it, lassie.” Her smile shot straight to his balls. “Now then, let’s take off that cincher so you may relax, and you can learn the feel of my body.” And I can enjoy yours.

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Bet you want a copy now, dontcha? Well, look no further — here is the BUY LINK:

Bookstrand.com: http://www.bookstrand.com/not-a-dragons-standard-virgin

writing_essayAuthor Bio: Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

 In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater. 

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories. 

Siobhan’s recent release, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin, is from Siren Publishing, and she has published Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. She also has a free read out entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introducing her new Cloudburst, Colorado series.

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