Sunday, 20 March 2016

JM Walker 'Grit'

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"An unexpected evil brings both the MC and Military world together in this brand new series by J.M. Walker"
He refuses to fall in love.
He was born alone and he will die alone. Or, at least he thought so until now.
Vice-One is all he knows. His squad. His brothers. The men he spends every day protecting. He is empty and only one person can fill this void. This darkness.
Meanwhile, Genevieve Gold makes it clear he should stay away when she is everything he craves.
She is lost.
Her heart has been ripped out; stomped on...crushed into tiny pieces, leaving only a gaping hole behind.
King's Harlots is all she has. Her club. Her sisters. Her life. But something is missing until he shows up.
Angel Rodriguez is everything she hates but everything she needs.
Putting differences aside, they will work together to bring down a malevolent force threatening to rip them apart...
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Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Desires. A naughty teaser! Let's have some fun!


 

 
Let's have some play!
 
Erotica, mf, sex club, toy boy and the older lady!
Desires 1 Out now for US 99c or UK 99p
 
Desires series comes as
Desires
Touching Angel's Desires
Desires' Secrets
Embracing Desires
Dan's Desires
 

Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if that’s your kink.
 
 
Stacie Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no desire to give it to anyone else.
 
 
Then she meets her instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no. Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?

 
 
Desires book 1.
 
 The Art of Oral
 
 
She slid her lips down the shaft, wondering just how much of him she could take. She felt his cockhead rub against her soft palate and his deep moan as he thrust further into her mouth. She lifted her head up, bringing her lips to almost off the end, and dove back down onto him again, feeling his body judder in response. She glanced up at him as she held his dick in her mouth, to see him watching her, his eyes on his cock where it slid in and out from between her lips. She felt herself start to dribble and popped her lips off the end with a slurping sound, continuing to masturbate him as she wiped her mouth.

“Do you like to watch?” she asked.

“God yeah. Nothing sexier than a sexy woman sucking your cock.”

She looked again at his cock, admiring it, long and stiff, rubbing itself eagerly between her hands.

Dan moaned. She bent down again and sucked the tip of his dick followed by licking down the length, using her mouth and hand simultaneously up and down his shaft. She felt his hands on her head again, moving her hair out of the way where it obscured his view.

“Suck my balls,” he instructed her breathily. Stacie raised her eyebrows. This one was new, but he was the teacher. She took her body slightly down the bed, kneeling between his legs. She trailed her fingernails up his thighs until she arrived at his balls. She took hold of them, massaging them lightly then bent forward and licked gently. They felt different on her tongue, not as smooth as his cock, but not unpleasant. Stacie eased her lips around one of his balls and took it into her mouth, hearing him cry out. She sucked carefully, aware that this part of a man’s body was the most delicate. She ran her tongue over the skin, feeling the smoothness of the pebbles within. She wondered if she could get both of them in and spread her lips wider gently easing the other in.
 

It went in, but there wasn't much room for manipulation, so she simply added a little careful suction before releasing him.

“Good?”
“So good!”
She gave his balls a final tender lick, and then moved back to the full length of his penis, licking all the way to the tip then filling her mouth with his cock as far as she could, covering his dick in her saliva.
“I need to come,” he gasped out. Stacie pulled her mouth off his cock and he rolled her over in a slick movement, then straddled her, pushing her breasts together and sliding his cock between them. He pumped repeatedly, the tip of his cock coming close to her mouth each time. She licked the leaking end with every thrust, then clamped her lips shut at Dan’s gasped warning. He grabbed hold of the headboard and his body jerked as he covered her breasts in his cum. She heard a faint, “Aaaah,” then he rolled off her and collapsed on the bed.

She looked at his diminishing penis, then up at his face. His eyes were closed. Stacie stared down to her chest, seeing her breasts covered in his cum
 

 
 

 

 
 

Monday, 14 March 2016

#NewRelease Dark Moons Rising by Nia Farrell



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DARK MOONS RISING by Nia Farrell
A PNR shifter D/s MFM ménage otherworldly erotic novelette
Unleashed March 10, 2016
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Heat level: Sizzling

Deidra of Ravenhill is a daughter of light, a healer whose energy can be tapped by the one who marks her.  Mordred, bastard son of Owain ap Coel, is determined to be that man.  He’s captured the castle, killed her family, and forced her to train as a comforter, preparing her for his ultimate possession.

While Mordred is gone, having the brand made to claim her, Deidra manages to escape the castle.  She nearly dies in the forest but is saved from falling into a poacher’s pit by Thorne, a dark lord, one of the race of giant shifters that she’s been taught to fear since childhood.

With dark moons due to rise on the most dangerous night of the year, Thorne must become a centaur for them to escape the monsters that roam with the god of chaos.  He carries her to the safety of his brother’s hunting lodge, but is she truly out of danger?  From Mordred, perhaps, but there are two dark lords who want her – if she’s willing to share.

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Mordred wanted her. He would come for her. It was only a matter of time.
She tread lightly, smelling the earthy, fecund scent of ancient growth and rotting, fallen timbers. Instinct made her pause, rattled by the distinct, disturbing feeling that she was being observed. She listened, freezing when she thought she heard the unnatural shift of crisp autumn leaves. When she could breathe again, she threw one more glance behind her and launched herself into full flight, tearing through the deepening forest, dodging low-hanging limbs of the massive oaks as she raced along the deer trail, any thought of stealth abandoned.
Hunter and hunted, predator and prey, the distance between them closed. “Halt!” a voice ordered, low, gruff, decidedly masculine. Fueled by a sudden burst of energy born of desperation, she sped up, flying along the ground…until a massive arm snaked around her waist, plucked her up, and spun her around. Momentum carried them full circle.
“Fool,” he growled in her ear, pointing at the trap that would have claimed her.  Sharpened spikes lined the floor of the pit, dug into the forest floor along the path. “Poachers,” he spat. “I removed the cover to reveal it, but we’ve not yet had time to fill it in.”
Deidra shook in the confines of his hold, overcome by emotion. She thought she’d lost everything but she’d still had life, and breath. Her dream of regained freedom lived, too, if only she could talk him into letting her go.
She feared there would be no escaping him. The man was huge, with strength enough in his hair-dusted, muscle-roped arms that he held her as easily as he would a pet fenica weighing six stones. And he was fast – much quicker than the runners that her father had sent to summon aid…only to have their heads returned in a wicker basket with the demand to surrender or die.
“Please,” she whispered. Choking back the tears she’d refused to shed when the walls were breached, she softened the death grip she realized that she had on his arm. “And thank you,” she added, bracing to throw herself on the mercy of a man who might well have none. She turned her head, moving her gaze up her captor’s arm, over muscles that tested the seams of his hunting jerkin, past the whorls of black hair that peaked from the v of his shirt. Above the thick column of neck, his beard-shadowed jaw was strong and square, his chin firm and cleft in the middle. His full, sensuous lips were as perfect as those carved by a master sculptor’s hand. She risked a quick look higher and glimpsed thick black lashes framing eyes as blue as the waters of Saint Illian’s spring. She resisted the urge to see if they were just as deep and mysterious.
The man was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, his long black hair tied with a leather lace that had come loose in their chase. His long bow and a quiver of arrows remained slung firmly across his back. His clothes were clean enough to have been put on fresh this morning. He smelled of the forest – woods and sweat, linen and leather. His skin was either naturally dark or he was well-kissed by the sun goddess, Sola. Laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes bespoke a nature much kinder than Mordred’s.
It could be worse.
“My name is Deidra,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her gaze lowered, giving the appearance of meekness, at least. “I seek sanctuary. Can you give it?”
He lifted her chin and crooked a smile. “Perhaps. If I can trust you to follow and obey. If not…” The lines of his mouth flattened, underscoring the weight of his words. “We’ll have to spend the night here, at our peril. Which is it to be?”
With dark moons rising, she had no choice. The things that hunted on the night of the full moons were nothing compared to what fed in the blackest hours – especially this time of year, when the veils between the planes were thinnest. “I will do my best to match your stride, if you will lead, my lord.”
“Thorne,” he said, relaxing his hold so that she stood before him, dwarfed by his size. “Keep your eyes on me. Step where I step. If you start to fall behind, let me know at once. Understood?”
“Aye,” she said, refusing to think of anything else but surviving, one step at a time.


 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
Nia Farrell is the naughty side of a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, and children's books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She's an old soul and a period reenactor who's been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days. Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book SOMETHING MORE, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD.  SOMETHING MORE has been nominated for BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series, SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING DIFFERENT, and SOMETHING MORE, are kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it's her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that's central to the plotlines. 

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband's suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.
 
    

 

The Three Graces Series by Nia Farrell

SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015

SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015

SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015

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Monday, 7 March 2016

Behind the Scenes of Desires and Touching Angel's Desires #Erotica


Behind the scenes- of Desires and Touching Angel's Desires by Holly J. Gill & Nikki Blaise.
 
I am a confused nymphomaniac and have enjoyed writing erotica since, well for a long time, I just love writing about hot, scorching, erotica with romance thrown in. I love it when  two bodies collide, wow the fun they have. Only in this series, you'll find two very different stories one about a couple longing, desiring one another, for the most sensual, limitless passionate erotic bliss, yet lurking in the background is a woman scorned, out to do anything to break the couple apart, only can Angel succeed?
This series is written in two separate books running parallel with one another
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Desires is an erotica/ romantic book about an exclusive sex club, a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being treated like a dog, Desires can provide it whatever your kink.

I came up with the idea about writing about Desires over 9 years ago imagining an establishment where you could visit to have your sexual desires and so therefore, I decided to write about one. Only in the club there would be rules not to be broken. My main concern was not making the book repetitive, and with it being a sex club, guests would visit for only one reason, sex. Whether it’s a couple wanting a romantic weekend away, a break from the family or hectic lifestyles, or with no strings attached fun.

Next stage characters, this one I struggled with, thinking about who and what they would be like. Writing from the worker at Desires, wasn’t working. So then I came up with the idea of someone visiting the club and that was when my imagination sprang into action and I came up with Stacie Clifford, but she had to have different reasons to be visiting and wanting to spend so much cash and time there. After a violent recent marriage and lacking greatly in self-confidence and wishing to go back courting, fed-up with what her life had become, workaholic, neglecting herself and alone. After finding an old porn magazine her not ex-husband, she discovered a sex club called Desires. Indecisive she decides to contact the club and discover whether they can help her or not, she had to try something. The heroine was then gathered. Then I needed to add the romance and her main reason for going back to the club for more.

The hero, he came naturally Dan McVeigh, who works at Desires, but only at weekends due to his job commitments. He would be her tutor, a young, handsome, and a very charming man, would walk into Stacie’s life, on first sighting he was lost for words. Dan starts her lessons at the beginning, allowing her to get to know her own body and gradually building up to full blown sex. Only emotions flying high, needing to be reminded of the club contract!

Of course, writing a book is never that easy and there had to be some form of conflicts, it was here while writing Desires, I arrived to chapter 6 and came up with the idea of writing about the club manager Angel. I then started writing her own individual story, but running the book parallel with Desires. And here was where the conflicts and ideas came that you would not suspect in Desires.
 
A woman scorned, out for revenge, believes she can do whatever she pleases, including lies and manipulation. A woman you will either love or hate. She doesn't care what people think, she is Angel the owner of a sexclub, and has anything she wants at the click of her fingers.

From there Desires and Touching Angels Desires wrote itself and I just followed them, and this was a start of a series.

I enjoyed writing Desires, for many reasons; if you enjoy sex than explore it, enjoy who you are no matter your sexuality. Desires also helped me to get my first published works and helped me learn much throughout the astonishing journey, but gave me the opportunity to meet some wonderful people.


 

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Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Blog Tour! Becky McGraw 'Twisted Honor'

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Twisted Honor:
Deep Six Security Series,Book 2
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The last thing Slade wants is to be in charge of anyone but himself, and his dog Lola, because the military taught him the high price of being in command. Dave Logan is on his honeymoon though, and leaves him right where he doesn't want to be. Just as he knew it would, the hard-won peace Slade finally found in his life quickly flies out the window, and things go from bad to worse when a child is kidnapped and Deep Six Security is on the verge of losing its biggest security contract on his watch. With no leads in the case, Slade is desperate, so when the head of hotel security, small but feisty Taylor Kincaid, gets fired over the incident, he thinks hiring her to help him find the boy is smart. As the situation unravels though, he sees Taylor could be in just as much danger as the missing child. When a terrorist plot is added into the mix, Slade is at the end of his rope and has some tough choices to make fast. Does he save the only woman he's even considered letting himself love in a very long time? Does he save the child who is the key to keeping their contract? Or does he focus on saving the entire state before it's too late and they all die? ©2015 Becky McGraw (P)2016 Becky McGraw
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A Jill of many trades, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Becky McGraw has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a real estate broker, web designer, graphic artist, and romance writer. She knows just enough to make her dangerous, and her humor-laced contemporary western cowboy, and military, police procedural romantic suspense novels varied and interesting. Becky resides in Florida with her husband of thirty-three years and her dog Abby. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America Published Authors Network. You can contact Becky McGraw here: Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/beckymcgrawbooks Website: http://www.beckymcgraw.com Twitter: @beckymcgrawbook Email: beckymcgrawbooks@gmail.com
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Sunday, 28 February 2016

'Good As Dead' C.P. Mandara

Athlete man with a lot of internal force

Good As Dead
Blurb:
Six people want her dead.
Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.
There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.
Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.
And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.
She’s going to lose.
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"You will do as you're told." He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way. “Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak. He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her. Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating. “A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message. “No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances. He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire. “Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin. Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.” “Good.” “Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice. “My name is Mercer.” “Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.
“That’s all you need to know."
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Excerpt from Desires Book 1 in the erotic series, a sex club where your fantasies become reality!

She shivered at his touch, the anticipation heightening her arousal. Dan deepened the kiss, touching his tongue to her lips. She opened in mute acceptance, her own tongue seeking his.

Stacie felt him move his body even closer to her. His pelvis touched the tops of her thighs and his hand wandered round to rest on the curve of her bottom. She pressed herself to him shamelessly, feeling the heat of his body through her clothing.

Dan pulled away for a second. Stacie opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his eyes almost black, before he descended on her again, kissing her fiercely, hungrily. Stacie felt his tongue at her lips. She opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing his tongue to glide inside, feeling it circling around hers. Stacie joined in rolling her tongue around his, tasting him, enjoying the intimacy. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the taste, the passion.

The hand on her bottom began to wander, caressing up and down her spine. Each tickling touch made her quiver and tremble. Impatient, Stacie took control, plunging her tongue deeper into his mouth, swinging her leg up over his hip in invitation, wanting more and more. Yearning for more, she thrust herself at him, but Dan pulled away. He gently removed her leg and placed it back on the bed. Stacie flushed, knowing she had done wrong by taking the initiative. She began to roll away from him, embarrassed, but he pulled her back, holding her close to nuzzle into his neck. She felt his breath on her right ear and then he began kissing and pulling at her ear lobe, leaving her shivering through her entire body.
He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he gently touched her cheek with his hand, running his other hand through her hair. He slid his tongue back in her mouth.




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