Monthly Archives: February 2013
Cover Reveal: Purely Relative by Claire Gillian (@Claire_Gillian_) #Romance
Purely Relative
The P.U.R.E. #1.5
by Claire Gillian
Release Date: April 30, 2013
Target Reader: Adult
Keywords/Tags: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Claire Gillian, The P.U.R.E.
Back of the Book
Unemployed and living far from home, Gayle Lindley is nevertheless lucky to be alive after narrowly escaping her murderous ex-employer. She’s also thankful to the boyfriend gods for having blessed her with a former co-worker. Jon Cripps is brains, brawn and bedroom-certified, all in one delectable package. Life is finally on the uptick.
…Or so Gayle thinks until Jon pops the big question—no, not marriage, but meeting the rest of his family. What he neglects to mention is his loose familial definition also includes the parents of his ex-fiancée. And too bad Gayle has already met one sibling while engaged in a vigorous mattress inspection with Jon. Everyone will think she’s a man-stealing hussy!
As Gayle tiptoes into the bosom of Jon’s extended family, she is deluged with more secrets than even her curious nature can absorb. But the drama hits hardest when Jon, mysterious as ever, drops a bombshell that threatens to unravel every single stitch of progress she has made with him and his … ‘interesting’ relations.
Other books in the series:
For more updates, please see Claire’s website at: http://clairegillian.com/purely-relative/
Add to your Goodreads “Want to Read” shelf: Purely Relative
About Claire Gillian
Claire Gillian is the pen name for a number-crunching executive by day and a darkly romantic curmudgeon by night. Her debut novel, The P.U.R.E. was released in April 2012. She also writes fifty shades naughtier stuff under the pen name of Lila Shaw, but please don’t tell her mother. No matter which name she uses, Claire is happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue and loads of spice.
Claire lives in the boggy Pacific NW with her husband and two teen-aged sons.
Guardians Inc.: The Cypher Book Blast #YALit
GUARDIANS INC.: THE CYPHER
A chance reading of a newspaper ad will send 16 year old Thomas Byrne into the world within our world.
Following the ad he will find Guardians Incorporated. A seven thousand year old organization charged with protecting the balance between Magic and technology.
Through their guidance, technology has kept Magic at bay since the Renaissance, but the balance is shifting and soon all those creatures we’ve driven into myth and legend will come back with a vengeance.
To protect the present, Guardians Incorporated needs to know the future and to unlock the future
they need a Cypher.
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Praise
USA Book News 2012 Finalist -Young Adult Fiction
“Rosado-Machain brings a light, humorous touch to themes of teenage love, loss and betrayal wrapped up in a tasty package of magical coming-of-age.”
~Kirkus Reviews
“It’s like Julian Rosado-Machain took everything that I love about middle grade children’s fiction and slammed it into one awesome, well-paced fantasy”
~Emi London Oktopusink.blogspot.com
“The Cypher hooked me from the beginning. And kept my attention right through to the very end.”
– Heidi Roth reviewthebook.com
Author Julian Rosado-Machain
Julian has enjoyed pizza in three continents, holds a degree in graphic design, built armored vehicles and computers, handcrafted alebrijes and swears has seen at least one ghost.
He is the Co-owner of Hacienda de Vega Restaurant in San Diego, California and enjoys the sun with his wife, three children and cat.
Book Blast Giveaway
$100 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash
Ends 3/13/13
Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code or Paypal Cash. Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Kathy from I Am A Reader, Not A Writer http://iamareader.com and sponsored by the author. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.
#WickedWednesday: Something Steamy from A Shimmer of Silk by Raven McAllan #erorom #BDSM
Today’s Wicked Wednesday guest, is fellow Evernight author, Raven McAllan. Thanks for stopping by for a little wickedness, Raven!
Wicked? Me…
Never…Smirk.
Well not really. Teasing, naughty… oh yes.
After all we all like that little bit of ohh we shouldn’t but why not…let’s push the boundaries and see what we can get away with, don’t we?
I doesn’t matter if its today, last year the last century or whenever. Or even not in this world. People have always tried to go that little bit further than maybe they aught.
In my latest Book, A Shimmer of Silk, Oliver the hero is like that. Especially when he sees Deborah and knows she’s the one for him.
Blurb: Deborah may not know the full truth of her childhood, but she knows she needs to find her soul.
During one of her performances at Silk Street, she attracts the attention of Oliver, Lord Craster. Known for his extreme tastes, he sensed a kindred soul in Deborah.
Persuading her that their needs mesh proves a challenge, even to a man of his experience. Will Oliver be the man she needs to unlock her secrets? Or will his dominance scare her too much to even try?
Are the nightmares simply too strong?
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences ONLY)
It was one thing to agree to accompany Oliver; it was another to do it with insouciance and style. Deborah hung onto her composure by a thread. One word out of place, one unaccustomed challenge, and she feared she would fall to pieces. But deep inside her was an excitement she had never felt before. The recognition of hope and arousal that she sensed would over come any negative feelings, or doubts, within her.
He took her hand and tucked it into his as they walked along a brightly lit, deserted corridor. There were no doors to break the flow of the walls, just lamps at regular intervals. “We will see no one unless you wish it. My apartments are mine alone. Nevertheless, Felton knows you are with me, and I have given him my word, as I did to Luc, we will do nothing without your acceptance. I promise you this also. Our life will be ours. Not for us anything others want, it will be as we desire.” He stopped suddenly and pulled her into his arms.
His cock pressed against her quim, and Deborah’s breath hitched. Her mouth was dry, as she felt her juices run. It seemed preferable not to look down, for she was sure the pantaloons she wore would show the marks of her excitement. As Oliver’s lips touched hers, she opened her mouth and let his tongue in, to mimic the act she knew they would enjoy later. As he thrust, she couldn’t help but grind her cunt against his prick.
Oliver lifted his head. “Soon, love. You taste of nectar.”
He tastes of hope.
Within minutes she was standing in a small entrance hall. Deborah looked round her, hoping to get an idea of the preferences of the man. It was bland, almost conventional with cream walls and a pale green a chaise set next to a drum table against one wall. The only splash of color was a bright gold and red cushion thrown carelessly to one end of the chaise. Oliver had evidently picked up on her puzzlement.
“This is for servants to deliver food etcetera. For visitors to wait in and for us to pass through as swift as we can. Are you ready? If not now is the time to say so. You can pull the rope and a servant will escort you to your room.”
Her stomach was churning but with excitement not fear. The shivers she felt were those of anticipation, not worry.
“I thought this was now my room? To share with you? Are you reneging, my lord?” His face was a picture of astonishment. Deborah couldn’t help herself; she burst into laugher. “Oh, my lord, you should see your expression. It is a sight to behold. Truly, if I ever feel threatened, uncomfortable, or unable to sustain aught we do, I will say so. My safe word is sauf.”
“Your safe word?” he said slowly. “What do you know of safe words?”
“Nothing except if we are to discover my limits, we need to decide on one. A word which if I utter, you will desist immediately in whatever activity we are partaking. That is not to say you will not return to the, er subject at a later date, once we have discussed any reluctance or questions I may have. Ah, Oliver, do you think I did not know the reasons why this house exists? Even if our, that is mine and Luc’s enquiries, had not told us enough, Lord Dalrey was insistent we knew where and the likes of whom we were entertaining.”
“And you are happy with this?”
She giggled. “Until I taste what you have in mind for us, how do I know?” Deborah thought it was a reasonable question in the circumstances. “In theory, I know some activities will be good, some will push me, and strain my thoughts and mind. Indeed, some things may be beyond my endurance and I cry stop. But which fits where has yet to be determined. Nevertheless, I wish to see what you deem suitable for us. I need, I must, discover myself.” She dare not say more. Indeed, she would have been hard pressed to do so. Deborah had no idea how to describe the turmoil her emotions were in.
He gave her a sharp glance but didn’t comment.
“Sauf it is.” Oliver pushed open a door. “After you.”
An imp of mischief made her curtsey and she saw the glint in his eyes.
“One day, your sauce will be your undoing, my love, I will remember.”
She was sure he would. In a strange way she looked forward to it.
Yup! That definitely counts as a steamy snippet. *fans self* I bet you want to know here you can get a copy of your own, now dontcha?
BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand | Smashwords
You can find out more about Raven McAllan and all of her writing on her website: www.ravenmcallan.com
Cover Reveal: TIED by Laney McMann #YAlit #coverreveal @jtaylorpub #Fantasy
TIED
(Fire Born #1)
by Laney McMann
Release Date: September 9, 2013
Target Reader: Young Adult
Keywords: Fiction, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, YA
Back of the Book: Normal people don’t believe their nightmares stalk them. They don’t fall in love with boys who don’t exist, either.
Seventeen-year-old Layla Labelle, though, is far from normal. Her delusions walk the earth. Her hallucinations hunt her, and her skin heats to a burn every time her anger flares.
Or is that all in her head?
Layla doesn’t know what to believe any more because if none of that’s true, Max MacLarnon must be an illusion, and her heart must still be broken.
No matter how much she wants to believe Max is real, doing so would mean everything else is, too. How, then, is that possible?
The answers lie in an age-old legend the supernatural aren’t prepared to reveal, and with a curse that could tear Layla and Max apart forever—if it doesn’t kill them both first.
In TIED, book one in the Fire Born trilogy, learning the truth will mean fighting an arsenal of demons, and being with Max will put Layla on a path toward her own destruction.
Just how far will Layla go to protect the one she loves?
The answer may never be far enough … away.
URL: http://www.jtaylorpublishing.com/books/31
Se tell me, what do you think of the cover? Does it make you want to pick up the book? Excite you? Confuse you? I’m always curious what sort of reactions readers have to a cover, so please feel free to share. Of course, I wouldn’t ask you all to share without being willing to do so myself, so…
My Thoughts: I absolutely love the fiery phoenix looking image in the center of the cover. It really draws you in right away and gets the eyes wandering over the rest of the cover. Eye catching is always a good thing. I find the wolfish gargoyle like creature in the corner a bit odd — maybe a bit too computer generated or sci-fi looking for me? The keywords mention fantasy, not sci-fi, so Im not sure how fitting it is to the overall cover. Without reading the story, it is of course really impossible to tell how it fits in. In general, I find the cover makes me curious about the story, so I have to give it a Thumbs UP. 🙂
#SexySnippets: New Adventures For Faith and Richard #Erotic #erorom #Ds #BDSM
Happy Sunday and welcome to my little corner of Sexy Snippets. Where we share seven sentences from a published work or WIP.
This week, I started writing a sequel to Faith’s Gift, my story in Evernight Publishing’s Vanilla-Free Christmas Anthology. Here’s a small taste to tantalize you this day of rest and rejuvenation.
In this snippet, Richard and Faith are enjoying an evening together. Faith is currently collared and blindfolded.
NOTE: The below excerpt is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
His whisper came low and husky in her ear, puckering her nipples. “Hands and knees, pet. It’s time for dinner.”
Curiosity danced with fear as Faith lowered to her knees, leaned forward and pressed her palms to the carpet. It took effort to keep her breathing even as she waited in the black silence. Her skin tingled in anticipation of his touch. With no panties to absorb her arousal, moisture slicked her inner thighs.
Mmmm…mmm… Gotta love that Richard Halstead. 🙂 I know I do.
What do you think? I love feedback, so feel free to share your thoughts below.
Be sure to swing by the other sites sharing snippets for you this week. You can find the list of participants HERE. Or you can just click the banner at the top of the post, if that’s easier for you.
Thanks for coming by and happy Sunday!
~Bex
New Release News (and a #Giveaway): Double Vision by Silvia Stancil @evernightpub #erorom
Welcome to the blog. Today we have another fantastic new release to tell you about. Plus, the author, Silvia Stancil has agreed to give one commentor a FREE eCopy. So, without further ado — let’s check out her release, Double Vision.
Blurb: Independent bartender Kit Blank has a problem lately, and it comes in the form of Jax Heart, the sexiest and most sophisticated vampire in the entire city. While she’s more than happy to hit the sheets, chat it up, and spend all her free time with Jax, the thought of actually committing to him leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Worse yet, as much as she digs Jax, he’s been completely turning her off lately by pushing her toward a real commitment…the kind that comes with fangs. Kit is torn. Does she really love Jax, or is she truly only ready for a boy toy?
But it appears she may have underestimated Jax, who shows up at Club Heat to surprise her in a whole new ensemble…leather jacket, hand ties and all. The only problem is, when Kit’s ready for round two, Jax doesn’t actually remember any of it. Is Jax lying? Has Kit gone crazy? Or are they both suffering from a mysterious case of double vision?
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Excerpt:
“Is that a vampire down here?” one of the wolf shifters asked. He cocked his brow and emitted a little growl. “Don’t they know Thursday night is…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kit said with a sigh. “Thursday night is Shifter Night, but he’s a friend of mine, okay? Oh, look. There’s Janika.”
The young blonde girl at the door was Kit’s close friend as well as co-worker. She had been working at Club Heat for two years, almost as long as Kit had. Janika certainly knew the ropes well enough to take over the bar for a while, even if Kit was technically the supervisor. More than likely, she wouldn’t have an issue with Kit taking some time off for some hanky-panky in the utility room with Jax. Janika was a fun sort, if not a little bitchy.
“Janika!” Kit greeted her co-worker with a smile. “A pleasure to see you. You mind taking over for a little bit wile I spend some time with a friend of mine?”
Janika turned up her nose. Her former sorority girl facade must have been a hard thing to
kick, after all. But, she was cool enough.
Kit gave her friend a goofy smile as she waited for an answer.
“Jax?” Janika asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s a vamp doing down here on…”
“Yeah, on Shifter Thursdays,” Kit said. She put her hands up and shrugged. “He came to see me. Can you hold the bar down for awhile or what?”
“Yeah, sure.” Janika pulled a washrag from her apron to wipe down the bar. “Missed a spot, Kit.”
Kit laughed and flipped her co-worker off as she hopped over the bar. She practically dragged Jax off his barstool. There was something different about him tonight, something animalistic that just begged to be unleashed. He was almost like a shifter, seemingly fitting for Shifter Thursday.
“Back here, back here.” Kit pulled him to the area behind the bar and scrambled to unlock the door to the utility room. “I can’t believe you’re up for this. This is so unlike you.”
“Yeah, well.” Jax shoved her into the closet and slammed the door behind him. “I’m up for all kinds of new things, lately,” he told her. Jax reached up to pull the string that turned the light on. “Are you, baby?”
“Y-yeah.”
Jax was certainly being weird, but it would do. Already, her skirt had slid around her ankles. His hands weren’t shy as he examined her and fondled two fingers into her pussy. Kit had already gotten wet from the thought of Jax lightening up. She missed their kinky no-strings attached sex.
“There we are,” he growled.
She realized the tip of his pinky finger had penetrated just a little bit into her asshole. Kit shuddered, going to protest. She had never done such a thing. He slapped her on the ass, hard. Kit’s felt her eyes widen in both shock and pleasure.
“Don’t talk,” he commanded. Jax grabbed her wrists. He tied a black, silk scarf around them, binding her hands together.
“Oh, Jax…”
Another slap on the ass, hard enough to make her squeal.
“I thought I told you not to talk. Now, you may answer my questions if I address you. Yes, sir?”
“Y-yeah.”
Slap. That one had been so hard it reverberated into her legs. Kit bit her lip. This was too hot. This wasn’t Jax. But it was. “Yes sir,” she purred.
“Excellent,” he said. “Do you know what I have in my hands, Kit? What I’m about to put somewhere we’ve never played before?”
“No, sir.”
“Good.”
Kit held back a squeal as the sensation of tiny beads slid inside her ass. Jax slid his hand down neatly between her parted lips. He easily used her soaking wet pussy to lube up her asshole. The little beads slid in and out fast. They twisted in different directions and caused sensations inside Kit that she hadn’t known possible.
“Oh, shit,” she muttered. Another slap rang on her bare ass, causing her to let out a little squeak. The sound bought her another slap.
“There we go,” he said. Jax gently pulled back the beads. He left just a few of them inside of her and brought it from one side to another with a firm pressure. He pulled her lips apart again. The next thing she knew, he was inside her. The beads jiggled back and forth as he grunted his way into her insides. The vampire jammed up so far inside of her that it hurt for a minute.
“What has gotten into you?” she gasped. Kit tried to grab at the wall for support before she remembered she was tied up.
“What you said to me last night got into me,” he said in a low voice. He slapped her good on the thigh, hard enough to make a red mark. “That’s for talking. You said I was emo, Kit. Emo kid. I’m here to show you I’m not.”
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About the Author: Silvia Stancil lives in beautiful South Carolina with her husband, young son, and all the characters in her head. She holds a degree in English and spends her free time writing, running by the ocean, and wearing too much eye makeup. Silvia writes erotica, mainstream romance, horror and YA under multiple pen names.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/silvia.stancil
#WickedWednesday: Something to heat up a chilly afternoon. #excerpt #erotic #dark
Welcome to the first post of what I am hoping will turn into a weekly feature here at the Book Nook. Each Wednesday, I will be posting a wicked excerpt from a released or soon to be released story/novella/novel. They won’t all be my stories, as I am hoping to wrangle some other erotic authors to participate in the coming weeks.
Just a little something to get you through the Hump Day with a smile on your face.
Today’s Wicked Excerpt comes from my most recent erotic release, Blood and Fire.
He moved his hand to the other knob and gave it a twist, until both of my breasts ached in time with the whims of the device in his hand. I groaned in anguished pleasure. My center begged for penetration, evidenced by the juices that made the long trek down my legs, finally reaching my ankles. My hands balled to fists. “Please…Master.”
Bartholomew crouched before me and set the box on the floor between my spread legs.
My eyes followed his movements, watched the flex of his broad, muscled shoulders. His dark head leaned forward, inhaled the scent of my desire in a long sniff. As his fingers spread my soaking folds, tremors shuddered through me. Lifting his eyes to mine, he ran a finger over my swollen nub. Prickles of fire spiraled outward from my pussy, and a cry of pleasure ripped from my throat.
His hand dropped away. Bartholomew rose, towering over me again. The power of his presence rendered me drunk. “Not yet, slave. I won’t take you under false pretenses. Even the Fallen have honor.”
The Fallen? My head came forward until my eyes met his. I tried to find the part of my brain that processed speech. The electric pulses shuddering into my nipples continued to distract me. “What?” The word came out as barely a whisper.
A typhoon of sapphire waves churned in his eyes as the electrodes tore away from my breasts with a jolt. My muscles tensed. The air caught in my lungs.
“It’s time to lift the veil, Francesca.”
The dark tone of his words stabbed into my soul. What veil? I’m naked.
Bartholomew crushed my mouth with his, scattering all productive thought.
My fear disintegrated beneath the onslaught of his lips, and the taste of his tongue as it branded mine. Heat, sparked by his mouth, slid downward, like I’d swallowed a glowing ember. The spark settled in my stomach, and caught flame, spreading through me like a windblown brushfire.
If you are interested in reading more about Frankie’s experiences with Master Bartholomew, here is where you can get a copy.
Buy Links
MuseItUp Publishing | Amazon | ARe | BookStrand
Hope to see you all next week for another Wicked Wednesday installment.
~Bex
New Release News: Kidnapped Hearts by Cait Jarrod #eBook #erorom @evernightpub
Title: Kidnapped HeartsA scream shot Jake out of the bathroom. He’d been spying on Pamela in a bathing suit that barely covered her luscious breasts ever since she snuck out of the house until nature called him away. In his underwear, he dashed through the sliding doors in his bedroom and spotted a silhouette walking out of the water. Looking through the binoculars, he released a breath. Pamela was okay.
There was something sensual about surveilling her through binoculars. Not quite the upstanding thing to do. Then again, it was his job to watch over her. Outside of tying her to a bed, which wasn’t a terrible idea, he didn’t have any other choice.
Pamela’s next movement shocked him. She unfastened the top of her bathing suit. The discarded top landed on the sandy beach.
Jake sucked in a breath and leaned forward against the railing, supporting his weak knees. Pamela pulled the strings on each side of her too tight bikini bottoms. It slipped away.
Hard as a rock, he observed a butt naked Pamela dash into the water. Jake swallowed as her firm mounds disappeared. The sight hypnotized him until a strange prickling at the base of his neck occurred, his hair standing on end. He surveyed the stretch of beach. Nothing. He focused back on Pamela.
“Damn it.” The realization smacked him in the head like a tree branch. He had been so engrossed keeping an eye on her that he forgot agents roamed the area.
After lobbing his binoculars in a nearby chaise, he descended the deck stairs, bounded down the boardwalk, and scrambled through the sand. “Pamela!” Crap, he should have yelled Betty. The concern dissipated as his mouth watered and his dick twitched. Pamela faced him. Her lush globes swayed, beckoning him. His eyes drifted south as her waist broke the water’s surface. The moon illuminated the dark hair of her mound.
He shoved his lust aside as anger rose. “Anyone could see you.” He grabbed her beach towel from the ground. Within seconds, he stood in front of her, blocking her luscious body from anyone who roamed in the shadows. The problem was he had a direct visual of her feminine form. Like a divining rod looking for water, his male anatomy pointed directly at what it wanted.
He groaned and pressed his hand against the unthinking part of him. The ache made him cranky. “What the hell are you doing?” He moved his hand and touched her arms; her naked breasts touched his bare chest. They both stilled. He wasn’t this strong. No man was. “God, Pamela,” he said on a sigh.
The hunger in her eyes drove him crazy. He wanted his lips on hers, his hands on her firm breasts.
She shifted, and her nipples stroked his skin.
“For the love of God,” he groaned. His voice sounded strained, even to him.
“Should I remain patient?”
His eyes lifted from her breasts that begged to be touched, landing on the mischievous gleam in her eye. “No. Yes. Damn it.” He raked his hand through his hair and sucked in a mouthful of fortified air. “I can’t … but yes, we both need to be patient.”
He grasped her shoulders, turning her until her back faced him. “Raise your arms.” He wrapped the towel around her, commanding his hands not to stray from her shoulders. Despite his efforts not to touch her, he kissed the back of her neck.
She eased away and faced him, her lips turning up at the corners. “Remember, be patient.” She whisked by him.
His body pulsed with need. Wiping his hand down his face, he followed her out of the bay.
****
Holding her towel firmly, Pamela trotted up the boardwalk toward the house. Jake’s footsteps sounded behind her. She wanted to reach her bedroom before he could say another word. What had she been thinking to disrobe the way she had? The discarded bathing suit lying on the beach flashed in her mind. Tomorrow, she’d unearth it. Hopefully, the tide wouldn’t sweep it into the water. If it did, she’d leave some money in the drawer with a note of apology.
She edged around the group of flowering bushes hiding the outdoor shower and washed her feet, then turned to ascend the steps. A hand on her waist stopped her. Jake had caught up with her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
The hand dropped, and the voice that responded made her skin crawl. “It’s nice to see you, Pamela.”
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New Release News: Sol and the Magic Fingers by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8) @evernightpub #erotic #romance
Today’s release news comes to you from my friend and fellow Evernight author, Doris O’Connor as she makes her debut in Evernight’s Romance on the Go line.
What the heck is that, you say?
From Evernight’s website: Romance on the Go titles are stand alone short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.
Let’s have a look at Ms. O’Connor’s new tale. I can tell you right now — I LOVE the cover.
Take it away, Doris 🙂
Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.
This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote itself J I’ve always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical e-reader, I immediately thought, “Oohh, now there’s an idea.”
I was busy with other things, until New Year’s Eve, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.
Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year’s Eve and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile, and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the next morning saw me type The End. J
So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…
Title: Sol and the Magic Fingers
Author: Doris O’Connor
Publisher: Evernight Publishing – Romance on the Go
Release Date: February 19, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
Blurb: Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen’s one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn’t seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?
Excerpt: (MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY)
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn’t leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she’d been reading appeared on the screen. Well, Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn’t stop herself from murmuring her wish.
“If only you could magic me a real life man like the ones in your stories.” The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That’s what she needed, a nice long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object. She would see…
She switched on the shower and stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn’t really standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover’s hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
“I’ve got you. Just let yourself feel.” The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
“Who are you?” She had to ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just increased the intensity of her feelings.
“I’m Sol, and I’m here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?”
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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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