Monthly Archives: October 2013
Today I have some Cover Love to share with you all.
My next erotic release, Lock Stock and Spank Her is going to be a part of the soon to be released anthology from Evernight Publishing titled, THE CRIMSON ROPE.
Yesterday, all of the authors in the anthology received a copy of the cover art, and can I just say — I AM IN LOVE!
Here it is…
Description: Unleash your kinky side with six titillating BDSM tales.
Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to please, with skilled Dom’s and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.
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I always enjoy hearing from fellow “cover whores” on what they think of new covers, so feel free to share your thoughts and opinions in the comments below, and look for THE CRIMSON ROPE on release day — November 5, 2013!
See you all next time 🙂
A big hearty welcome back everyone. It’s been some time since I’ve shared a #WickedWednesday post and once again, I have decided it would be fun to combine my regular Wednesday feature with a blog event run by my friend and fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino called the Mid-Week Tease. Since both “events” feature a steamy excerpt from a recent release or WIP, the combining of the two always works out so seamlessly.
This week, in honor of the acceptance of my latest story, LOCK, STOCK, and SPANK HER in The Crimson Rope anthology coming out from Evernight in early November, I thought I would share a little tease from it. As with most of my erotic tales, this one features a D/s couple and some fun BDSM play.
Without futher delay, here is your #WickedWednesday Mid-week Tease from LOCK, STOCK, and SPANK HER:
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Beth turned her attention to the goods displayed on the table. The collar on the dais flashed its emerald brilliance at her. “Uhm… did you make all these yourself?”
“I make everything I sell. Well, except the clamps and vibe toys. Those I get here or there. But all the whips, paddles, and collars are my own work.” Pride flashed in the mesmerizing blue depths of his eyes. “That particular collar is very special. One of a kind, actually. It used to belong to my girl.”
A tingle of warning crept along her spine. Used to? Curiosity reared its head, overtaking her good sense. “Why doesn’t it anymore?”
“My submissive passed away three years ago. Brain cancer.”
If she could have crawled under the table at that moment, she would have. “I’m so sorry.”
Alexander lifted a belaying hand. “Please, don’t be. You couldn’t have known. I knew when I stepped back into the lifestyle there were bound to be questions.”
“I still shouldn’t have stuck my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
His eyes sparkled when he smiled, accelerating her heart rate. “Well, then I have the perfect way for you to make it up to me.”
Beth flashed him a dubious look. “Really now?” His grin was infectious and she returned it with her own.
“Really.” He reached out and grabbed hold of her hand, sending shockwaves of heat up her arm. “Come with me.”
Alexander led her to a crowded table at the center of the room. Keeping her hand clasped tightly in his own, he asked the young woman at the table if they were ready.
Ready for what?
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Would love to know what you think about this week’s tease. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments area below. Just love me some feedback.
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Until next time, folks 🙂 *muah*
Genre: F/F Erotic Romance (Paranormal)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: October 7, 2013
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?”
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.
About the Author:
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.
If you have followed this blog for any period of time, you know I’m addicted to all things pirate. So when my friend Debbie Peterson sent me the info for her newest release, I was so excited when I read the blurb and the words SPANISH GALLEON appeared. Attention captured.
I’m pleased as punch to be able to share the details of this intriguing new release with you all. I’ve already added it to my TBR pile 🙂
Check it out.
VAN LOCKEN’S WITCH
by Debbie Peterson
Genre: Paranormal Romance (Historical)
Release Date: October 14, 2013
Kapitein Rand Van Locken has no idea what awaits him as he boards the Spanish galleon on behalf of the Dutch West India Company, or that the beautiful woman imprisoned within will change his life in ways he never imagined or even desired. Until now…
Lissa Capoen, didn’t plan for the Spaniards to capture her while attempting to rescue her sister. She didn’t foresee the handsome sea captain coming swiftly to her aid and offering his assistance. Nor did she expect him to steal her heart and claim it as his own.
Yet, as destiny brings them ever closer together, Armando Manera is determined to recapture the witch and present her to the Spanish King. No matter what it takes…
About the Author:
Author Debbie Peterson – Creating tales of otherworldly romance, one adventure at a time…
Deb has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. Her journey to published author could fill quite a few pages, but in June of 2010, she submitted her debut novel, “Spirit of the Rebellion” to her wonderful, patient, editor at The Wild Rose Press. A few short months after Rebellion’s release, her second novel, “Shadow of the Witte Wieven” was published through InkSpell Publishing. Her third novel, “Spirit of the Revolution” releases May 31, 2013, through The Wild Rose Press.
When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in family history, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.
Author Website: http://dk-peterson.com/
Welcome back, all. Nice to have you here again.
Today’s treat, as if the post title doesn’t tell you, is a visit from erotic romance author, Jewel Quinlan. Jewel is going to talk about her new release, ROCK STAR EX, and if that isn’t cool enough, she is also offering one lucky commenter a $10 Starbucks gift card. (See below for details on that).
Without further ado, here’s Jewel 🙂
Hello Everyone! Thanks Bex for having me on your blog 🙂 By the way, I just checked out #WickedWednesday and there are some naughty things out there! LOL
Ok, so here’s the scoop about some of the settings in Rock Star Ex.
When I set out to write this story I had no idea how much research I would have to do. I only knew that I had to write it. One of the main settings is Arsenal’s tour bus (that’s the name of the band in the novella). Having never been inside a tour bus, or even and RV really, I set out to gather more information from my pal Google. (I swear the Internet can answer pretty much anything!) And wouldn’t you know it, all kinds of things popped up! There were lots of really great pictures of tour buses that I printed out and – Ta-Da!- a whole show created by HGTV called Celebrity Motor Homes where they go inside ‘em. So cool! I watched several episodes as part of my research. Yes, the life of an author can be rough sometimes. My favorite episodes were the ones featuring Bret Michael and Zac Brown (you can find them on YouTube). After all that I even drew a blue print of the layout of Arsenal’s tour bus so I would have it clear in my mind.
One of the other settings I had to research was Denver. There were several questions I had to get answered. What was the name of the arena? What area was close to the arena where people hung out? Where would they go to dinner that wasn’t to far away from questions one and two? Lucky for me, all these things can be answered with a few taps on my keyboard. There is a nice website for the Pepsi Center and plenty of tourist websites explaining what there was to see and do. From there all I had to do was check out places to dine and plug everything into my other good buddy, you guessed it, Google Maps. Google Maps and I are very close. I love that you can zoom right down to street level and turn in a 360 degree circle to look around. It’s like you are really there!
Aaaahhh…Cyber Travel, so easy and relaxing. I love being an author in this day and time. I can do everything from the comfort of my couch and not miss a single episode of The Walking Dead.
Now, on to details of Rock Star Ex which is currently available…
Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal. Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago. But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album. It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?
“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it. He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you a chance? Then I’d say we’re even.”
“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking. It wasn’t like that.” He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.
“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated. Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts. You left and I never heard from you again. Not once. It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”
He tensed. It was happening again. She was misunderstanding him. “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”
“Oh, then what do you mean?” She cocked her head at him and waited.
“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons. You don’t know what it was like. I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night. It was pretty much impossible to communicate. Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”
She visibly puffed up. “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”
“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve. Just that there was no way to call.” He felt relieved. He had finally been able to tell her, to explain. Maybe now she would understand. Well, when she calmed down at least.
“And you couldn’t write a letter?” She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.
She had him there. Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small. He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say. That was an even more complicated topic.
Her cold eyes were on him. The silence stretched on for another moment. Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.
Where you can buy it:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rock-star-ex-by-jewel-quinlan/
All Romance e-Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rockstarex-1315938-149.html
From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
For more information visit www.jewelquinlan.com or you can follow her on Facebook (Author Jewel Quinlan) and Twitter (@JewelQuinlan).
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I cannot begin to tell you all how excited I am about today’s post. Not only do I have a fantastic guest for the day, but she is here to celebrate the release of her debut novel, Eye of the Soul, a story I can say I saw in the birthing stages, and have been watching grow, and rooting for ever since.
Big congratulations to Terri for reaching the Release Day milestone. Looking forward to many more. She really is a fantastic author, and you can see my 4.5 Star review of Eye of the Soul on Goodreads HERE.
Now that I’ve had my fangirl moment, here is Terri to talk about why she writes fantasy (my favorite genre) in the first place. Take it away, Terri!
Any stay-at-home mother of three little ones knows the importance—the NEED—to escape. For some, it’s through paranormal or romance novel which I do thoroughly enjoy reading. When it comes to writing, though, I want a true escape into the recesses of my imagination, the worlds made up of fairy tales, dreams, and magic.
It all started when I was a child and picked up Chronicles of Narnia. To a farm girl with three brothers who lived twenty miles from civilization, the idea that a magical world with talking animals lay beyond a wardrobe door filled me with wonder—and curiosity.
Needless to say, I checked every closet I could find. Reaching toward the back, I wished and prayed for my hand to encounter snow. Unfortunately, I never found that magical world beyond our own.
Some time in my teens I realized fairy tales are just that. Make Believe. I decided they might not be real life, but that wouldn’t stop me from day dreaming and putting those dreams onto paper to share with others.
So why fantasy? For me, because it instills a childhood sense of wonder that all too easily falls to the wayside in the everyday trials of true life. And, don’t we all need a little taste of long-lost wonder every once in a while? I know I do.
How about you? Where does your escape lie?
Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre.
Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her two young daughters allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be found on her back patio in the boondocks of New Hampshire, book or pencil in hand.
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Let’s take a moment to have a look at Terri’s fantasy novel, the first in the Pool of Souls series, EYE OF THE SOUL.
EYE OF THE SOUL
by Terri Rochenski
Series: Pool of Souls #1
Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing
Release Date: October 7, 2013
Book Blurb: Escape.
That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.
Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.
Or so she believes.
Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.
Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.
Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.
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As part of the Blog Tour, Ms. Rochenski and J. Taylor Publishing are hosting a big Rafflecopter giveaway.
To get in on that, just visit this link, since I can’t host Rafflecopter on wordpress. RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY
A HUGE thank you to Terri for coming by for a visit today. Make sure you all go grab a copy of her novel! It really is a MUST READ.
Teen Read Week™ is a national adolescent literacy initiative created by the Young Adult Library ServicesAssociation (YALSA). It began in 1998 and is held annually during the third week of October. Its purpose is to encourage teens to be regular readers and library users.
Seek the Unknown @ Your Library is Teen Read Week’s theme this year. Explore and learn about the unknown through mystery, adventure, sci-fi, and fantasy books!
Evernight Teen authors are playing a game of hide and seek this week with a fun Scavenger Hunt you can even play in your pajamas!
Plus, three lucky commenters will be randomly chosen to receive $10 Evernight gift certificates!
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4.5 Stars for this wonderful fantasy series debut!
I have to premise this review with a short statement of truth.
I’ve known the author for a few years, and have seen this story grow and flourish over the course of that time. I am baised in my joy for Terri in getting this tale published, and for all of you for getting the opportunity to enjoy it. That being wholeheartedly admitted to, here is my review.
I’m an epic fantasy geek, and this story really appealed to this part of my nature. While reading, I was often reminded of the epic adventures I would take with my fellow gamers in some RP world or another. (Yes, that much of a geek…) Beyond the fabulously described world, the diverse cast of characters came to life in a way that appealed to that sort of group quest mentality.
Hyla, the faithful, spiritual one. Set on her mission and the good of her people, despite all obstacle and self doubt. Her two male counterparts, Jadon and Conlin, each with their own set of enviable traits, and personality “drawbacks”. They’re the best of friends, both virile, handsome… Room for romantic tension in later novels, perhaps? This thought bounced around in the back of my head throughout the adventure.
But, every band of potential heroes needs a nemesis. A bad guy to fight against.
This is where a story either rocks of flops in my book. Yes, for me, a story is only as good as its bad guy character. And, this is where, Ms. Rochenski’s debut novel really shined for me. The High Priest, Belwig, is perfectly ruthless, deadly in his intentions, and ominous to get my attention and keep it. He gave me the creeps, and I just love when that happens. I don’t write any spoilers in my reviews as a rule, so I have to leave it there, but I really, really liked the Belwig character. I do like my bad guys…
Anyway, if you are a fan of fantasy with some romantic potential peppered in, I would give this one high marks, and make it a highly recommend novel to pick up. A stellar debut from Ms. Rochenski, and I am looking forward to more from her and her Pool of Souls series.
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.
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?
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.”
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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Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-the-alphas-protection-by-doris-oconnor/
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.
Celebrate like a ROCK STAR because Evernight Publishing is THREE!
In three short years, Evernight has grown by leaps and bounds thanks to readers like you! Evernight is pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY BASH BLOG HOP in your honor!
That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…
Samsung Galaxy Tab
$100 Evernight and Amazon Gift Certificates
Mega Evernight Swag Pack
Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!
As an author, I’m thrilled to share my stories with you and Evernight helps make my books shine! Here’s one reason why I love Evernight Publishing:
I’ve been submitting my erotic stories for the past two years and Evernight Publishing has been my favorite publisher to date. Why?
Because aside from the great authors they have, many of whom have become good friends, their staff is second to none when it comes to offering support to their authors. Not once have I felt shuffled off or ignored, and in a business that can be cutthroat at time, it is quite a refreshing change. That sort of loyalty is one of the biggest reasons I think so many of their authors stick with them. We feel like part of the family. Not just as a slogan or catch phrase, but genuinely involved.
I love that about Evernight.
I’m over the moon excited to have a chance to take part in their 3rd Birthday celebration.
For my little part of the hop, I have decided to host a Rafflecopter giveaway of my own — offering entrants a chance at a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Card as the Grand Prize, and a runner-up prize of the winner’s choice of either of my Evernight titles — Vanilla-Free Christmas or a Leap of Faith.
So you have an idea what you can win there, here is the info on each of the titles being offered as prizes. If you are interested in grabbing a copy rather than waiting to see if you won, click on the book images in the right sidebar and they will take you to the purchase pages for each title.
VANILLA-FREE CHRISTMAS (An Evernight Anthology)
This Christmas, the best gifts are waiting for those who have been naughty…
And the toys under the tree are not for children. Sexy Santas, naughty elves, and dominant shifters are ready to spread some very kinky Christmas cheer. It’s a good thing the ladies in our stories are looking for anything but vanilla.
New submissive, Faith Daniels, is completely infatuated with her amazing Dominant, Richard Halstead. So when he sends her a summons via text message a full day before they had plans to meet, she can barely contain her excitement.
But, Richard didn’t just invite her over for a play date. Not this time. He has a proposition for Faith. One that could change the rest of her life.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, pet play
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I bet you are wondering how you get yourself entered to win all these fabulous prizes.
To Enter to Win the Grand Prizes offered by Evernight Publishing, visit their Rafflecopter link here: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/e561a316/
To Enter to Win the $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Card or choice of the eBooks above, just answer this question in the comments section,
What is the best birthday gift you ever received?
then visit my rafflectoper link to register your entry. The link to the rafflectopter giveaway can be found on my website (which lets me host rafflectoper). Just Click HERE to get to it.
Thanks so much for coming by to celebrate with me. I can’t wait to see your answers. Hoping some of you will have amazing and unique gift ideas to share with the rest of us.
Happy Hopping and Happy Birthday to Evernight Publishing!!
You can Hop to the next stop here: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=314265
Also, before you go….
It’s the perfect time to buy the Evernight titles on your TBR list, as well as new gems you find during the event, because Evernight’s entire backlist is on sale at evernightpublishing.com and allromanceebooks.com through October 7th!