#NewRelease Mustang Maddy is Now Available #Erotica #99cents @KaceyHammell

Cover_Mustang-MaddyMustang Maddy
Revved & Ready Book 2
By Kacey Hammell
Contemporary Erotica
ISBN 9780987799326

Grey Burkhardt is an expert at a lot of things—including keeping his feelings for Madison Evans in check. Sexy as sin and sweet as honey, she’s always revved his engine. But she’s his next door neighbor. No way is he going to muck up friendly neighborhood relations just to satisfy the heat simmering between them.

Madison has never seen anything sexier than the tricked out GT Mustang Grey has been keeping under wraps—other than the glint of danger and intrigue in his eyes when he offers her a ride. Now is her chance to act on the deep passion she’s harbored for him because this might be her one shot at taking control.

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69 Mustang — FREE until September 30th at all book outlets. Buy Links




Excerpt ©KaceyHammell, 2014:
He cleared his throat and stepped closer. “You know, Mads, watching you fawn over my car, stroking her, makes me hot. I can hear every breath you take and sigh you release over her. It’s sexy as hell.”

She stood still as he moved in even closer, wedging her between him and the rear window. Thoughts of getting in the car fled as her heart raced. The hunger in his eyes called to her, her body craved it, wanted it.

She couldn’t deny herself any longer.

Leaning back against the car, she smirked. “I like appreciating great things. And to be honest, Mustangs turn me on. A lot.”

They said confession was good for the soul. Maddy was certain she’d just cleansed hers and there would be no going back.

Her palms flattened on the doors behind her. “The feel of the metal, and the pulse that emanates off the surface even when they’re not running…mmm. Everything in me comes alive whenever I see these muscled beauties.”

Grey lifted his arms, bracketing her in. “You’re one of the hottest chicks I know. No other woman has ever turned me on so much by talking about cars. You know, I’ve watched you—in a non-stalker way of course—for a long time now.”

Thrilled, Maddy’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?” What possessed her to ask, she had no idea, but the need and the desire in his gaze, aimed at her, called to all her sexual instincts. There was no way she could walk away now.

He aligned his body with hers, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at her. She surrendered to the headiness of this man, the pulsing rhythms of her body and waited with bated breath.

“I’m going to taste you…” Grey tilted his head to the side. All she could do was stare at his lips as they came closer. “…in any sexy spot you’ll let me.”

His mouth met hers. Maddy opened to him like a budding flower. Claimed. Possessed. Riotous emotions swirled through her and her mind cleared. This. This type of hunger and excitement she’d been missing with any other man was all she desired. Intense, seductive and thirst to let go and give into the headiest of sexuality.

He eased his tongue into her mouth, gliding along hers, exploring, tasting… Maddy never wanted to break free.

A low moan escaped the back of her throat. She encircled his shoulders, arms pulling him in to stand between her legs.

His hardness behind his shorts pressed against her. Gasping, she broke free from his mouth and laid her head back on the car. He kissed his way down her throat. Her pussy throbbed. Her juices flooded her panties. A shiver raced down her spine. Her fingers clenching against his pecs, Maddy trembled as the exquisite tortures of his lips worshipped her, and his hips rolled his cock against her. His teeth grazed her skin along her shoulders. She widened her stance. Grey moaned as he pushed into her, harder and more aggressive.

Laying his forehead on her shoulder, he breathed deep. “Damn you’re intoxicating.”

Maddy palmed the back of his head, holding him in place as his hips still moved and let sweet agony build. The friction of her panties and shorts against her clit were spectacular. But she needed more.


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Wine Service: Professional Courtesy 1 by @ZenobiaRenquist #BDSM #Erotica

PC1_WineService-400x600Title: Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1)

Author: Zenobia Renquist

Publisher: Musa Publishing,

Eros Genre: Contemporary Erotica, BDSM, MF, MFM

More Info Link: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/pro-courtesy/wine-service

Blurb: She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested. Lexie’s job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Lexie can’t resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her “work,” but is it worth risking her job?

Author Bio: Zenobia Renquist is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife. She and her husband are owned by two demanding cats of the long-haired persuasion. Born in Europe and currently stationed in Hawaii, Zenobia has been traveling all her life. “Where are you from?” is not a question she likes to be asked but will usually answer Virginia, because it’s the one place that feels like home. Zenobia’s stories range from steamy to scorching and she writes whichever genre catches her interest at the time. When not coming up with ways to torture her characters, she enjoys knitting and crochet (both regular and Tunisian) as well as reading shoujo and yaoi manga.
Learn More About Zenobia Renquist:

Website – http://zenobiarenquist.com

Blog – http://blog.dreneebagby.com/

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Summer Heat Box Set…10 Spicy Novels. #99cents @KarynGerrard


For a limited time, you can buy the Summer Heat box set, which includes 10 novels from  Crimson Romance’s Spicy line! Not short stories, not novellas…but novels. Look below for a few select blurbs and excerpts.

BOX SET BLURB: When the summer sun beats down on the beach, Crimson Romance
turns up the sizzle between the pages. From hot bikers to powerful venture capitalists and those oh-so-sexy military men in—and out—of uniform, these ten books put the spotlight on the heroes who make us melt. It’s a collection of our steamiest stories by these rising stars:

The Wicked Bad—Karyn Gerrard
Infamous—Irene Preston
Prelude to a Seduction—Lotchie Burton
Inventing Sin—Alicia Thorne
His Fantasy Maid—Susan Blexrud
Island Pursuits—Heather Rodney-Diaz
Dangerous Love—Lilou DuPont
Her New Worst Enemy—Christy McKellen
Blitzkrieg Love—Livia Olteano
As If You Never Left Me—Katriena Knights






Here are a few select excerpts:

The Wicked Bad by Karyn Gerrard

Blurb:  Dark
and brooding, Nick Crocetti is a bad boy in looks and demeanor.
Veronica Barnes needs a new start, and Nick is a complication she doesn’t need.
Can they break down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is Veronica just a good girl who longs to rub against “the wicked bad”?
Excerpt:  She
followed him toward the beach. The shoreline wasn’t very big, but private, as you couldn’t see the road or much else from their vantage point. Wonder how many other women he brought here, she thought cynically.
He spread the blanket and assisted her in sitting down. Again, the touch of his hand made  her face flush as well as parts further south. Nick sat next to her with one leg bent and he rested his arm on the top of his knee. They sat quietly and gazed out over the water. The waves caressed the sand with a serene almost hypnotic sound.
“I saw you talking to that wuss, Jake Spooner, as I left the other day. I can imagine what he said about me,” Nick said in a voice so soft, she hardly recognized it as his.
Veronica cleared her throat uncomfortably.
Nick laughed. “I see. Go on, amuse me, what did he say?”
“Um, he said you were in prison—” she began.
“Jail. Not prison,” he retorted.
“There’s a difference?”
“You’ve got the cop for a brother, you tell me,” Nick snapped. He shook his head, more gently he said, “Sorry. It’s a touchy subject. City jail, for assault and destruction of property. Prison usually means a state or federal beef. Mine was local and a long time ago. I did my time and it’s over. I don’t like talking about it.”

“He called you a thug and said you deal drugs among other things.” She shouldn’t be telling him this, but the words tumbled out of her.
“Really?  And still you went out with me? Are you some thrill seeker, one of those good girls eager to rub up against some wicked bad? Is that why you’re here? I’ll be as bad as you want, just say the word.” His voice grew tight and edgy. Barely restrained anger simmered below the surface, she could hear it.
“I’m just telling you what Jake said, you asked.”
Nick stared at her for several moments. “Yeah. I did. Sorry. I haven’t been out on a date in awhile.”
“You haven’t been with any women…”
“Oh, I didn’t say I haven’t been with women, just haven’t been on a date.” The right corner of his mouth twitched in what Veronica supposed was amusement.
Infamous by Irene Preston
Jessica Sinclair is Hollywood’s favorite wild-child, so what’s she doing burning cookies and playing
house in the ‘burbs?  Conservative soccer dad Morgan Riley can’t figure it out but he’s happy to have her home and heating things up in his bed.  Then Jessica finds herself back in the tabloids…with Morgan’s teenage daughter right next to her.
In the elevator, he fumbled for the room key that would allow them access to the suites on the top floors. His hands felt big and awkward as they swiped the key through the reader. If you stripped me naked on the hors d’oeuvres table. . . .Christ.

She always had a way of knocking him off balance, of peeling away every last bit of self control. She had thrown the words out so casually, and as soon as she said them he had pictured doing just that—imagined shoving aside the crudités and shrimp cocktail and spreading her out like his own personal feast.

The doors closed and she was in his arms. He pushed her against the elevator wall, his tongue thrusting urgently into her mouth. She wound around him, humming incoherent words of encouragement. They weren’t nearly close enough. She tilted her head back, inviting his tongue deeper. He was drowning in the taste of her when he felt her hands slide down between them. His body jerked.
They were still in the elevator. He was damned if he was going to make love in a public elevator. He managed to wrest her hands away from him and anchored them above her head with one of his own.
Not here.” Could she hear the desperation in his voice?
Irene Preston website:  www.IrenePreston.com


 His Fantasy Maid  by Susan Blexrud
On the eve of Jake Sinclair’s bachelor party, his best man surprises him with a fantasy maid named Amy. Clad in a bikini, she cleans his house and jump starts his heart. She’s beautiful, smart, and compassionate. Why is a woman like this working as a fantasy maid? A few days later, with thoughts still distracted by the enigmatic Amy, Jake crashes his car and wakes in the hospital emergency room where his fantasy maid is now wearing scrubs and wielding a stethoscope. Is she an hallucination, or is his fantasy maid a doctor?
If I believed the adage, “you are what you do,” my self-concept would be in the toilet, so to speak.  I clean houses in a bikini or French maid get-up, client’s choice, which contributes little to making the world a betterplace.  As a result, my adage is, “you are what you become,” because I’m becoming a doctor.
But today, I’m Amy Maitland, fantasy maid.
My best friend and fellow medical resident, Ellen, knows about my undercover life working for Fantasy Maids, but she’s the only one.  If word got out at the College of Medicine, I’d be the laughingstock of the University of Central Florida.  My five brothers know I work as a housemaid, which they respect as good, honest labor, but they don’t know the fantasy aspect.  Protective (and controlling) men that they are, they’d lock me up.
That being said, it’s not the worst job in the world.  I’ve been a fantasy maid for almost two years, and so far, none of my clients has tried to assault me. But it’s always a possibility,
considering Florida’s propensity for perverts.  The company (i.e. Rex, the owner, and a part-time secretary) arms us with pepper spray and an emergency hotline number (Rex’s cell phone), and they screen the customers to make sure no one’s a registered sex offender.  They also arrange our appointments, and Rex is good about following up…within four or five days…to make sure we survived the gig.
Susan Blexrud website: www.susanblexrud.com 


Her New Worst Enemy  by Christy McKellen

Six months ago Ellie Holdsworthy’s life was all planned out – kids, wedding, happy ever after – until her boyfriend dumped her for another woman. Now her best friend, Penny – an heiress to as mall fortune – looks set to run off with a gold-digger and Ellie is determined to save her from certain doom. Unfortunately, the only person who can help is the one person she’d rather not ask…
 Little does Ellie know, persuading her brother’s best friend – commitment phobic, playboy businessman, Gideon DeLancy- to hold an intervention at his beautiful Georgian manor would be the easy part. Keeping her hands off him is a whole other matter.
Gideon grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her body, pushing her breasts forwards even more. He held both wrists captive with one hand and pressed his body closer to her, trapping them. She gasped as his erection pushed against the top of her buttocks.
“See how much you turn me on,” he whispered again into her ear, his eyes not leaving hers in the reflection. Blood pounded between her legs causing a hard ache of need, and she pushed her buttocks against him, loving the feeling of his obvious arousal for her. As she stared back at the mirror she was amazed to see how different she looked now. Her breasts were high and full pushed forward and with her pelvis tipped back, her stomach seemed flatter and tighter. For the first time in a very long time she looked at her body, really looked at it, and liked what she saw.
“You see,” he said, kissing along the top of her shoulder. “Gorgeous.”
He released his hold on her captured wrists and ran his fingers across where her collar bones pushed against her flesh, to the dip of her neck, then skimmed down over her breasts, down her stomach to the top of her jeans. He pulled the buttons roughly open and slipped his hands inside, under her panties, before pushing them down over her legs.
“Step out of them,” he murmured, and she did as she was told. She was now standing naked in front of a mirror. In front of Gideon. “Bend forward and put your hands against the mirror,”he said.
“What?” Her voice was shaky and light with arousal.
 “Just do it, Ellie,” he said, kicking her clothes away from them.
About Christy:
B.K. (Before Kids) Christy worked as a Video and Radio Producer in London and Nottingham. After a decade of dealing with nappies,tantrums and endless questions from toddlers, she’s come out the other side and moved into the wonderful world of literature. She now spends her time writing flirty, sexy romance with a kick (her dream job!).

#MeetandGreetMonday with J.J. Lore #Sci-Fi #Menage #PlanetAlpha @JJLore1



Good morning. It’s Meet and Greet Monday!

With us today is Romance Author, J.J. Lore.


Welcome, J.J.!

Hello! Thanks for hosting me. I’ll try to wake up and be coherent even though it’s Monday.

What is a typical writing day like?
In an ideal world, I’d get up, have hot coffee and eggs benedict, then about eight uninterrupted hours to write to my heart’s content, with a break for a wedge salad and some iced tea for lunch. But, even though I write fiction, I live in the real world, so somewhere in between caring for a seven year old child, laundry, cooking, and desultory housekeeping, I try to sit down for at least a couple of hours a day at the computer and write. My time is very fragmented, so when I have the chance to be creative, I focus and get the words out. I’ve successfully completed two NaNoWriMo books and always served a home cooked dinner every evening of those months, so multi-tasking is a must.
Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do you live, do you have a significant other, any young ones running around?
As I mentioned above, I have a young son and I’m lucky enough to get to stay home with him thanks to my husband’s work. We live in central Ohio, in a beige house in the suburbs and drive non-descript sedans. I shop at Kroger and work out every other day. My favorite stress relievers are reading, watching movies, and going to thrift stores. You’d never guess I use my computer for writing erotic romances!

What is your favorite junk food?
Ooh, I have so many! I love any sort of dark chocolate, red wine (cab sav or a nice blend), cured meats, smelly cheeses, Cincinnati chili dogs, Pringles…now I’m getting hungry.

Preference – Sam or Dean Winchester? If you haven’t seen Supernatural (and why not! It’s MY Fave show LOL), then would you prefer Iron Man or Wolverine?
So sorry, but I’ve never seen Supernatural, so I’ll have to pass on that one. I can’t stand Iron Man and all his snarky little quips, so I’ll go with Wolverine. I’m a fan of chest hair.

What are you a collector of?
I love so much stuff (see above reference to thrift stores!); vintage evening bags, Trifari pins, Waterford crystal, cookbooks from the 1970’s, and French cast iron enameled cookware. I just bought a gorgeous iridescent emerald green beaded snap clutch from the 1950’s in perfect condition and I can’t stop looking at it.

Have you ever thrown a book you’ve been reading against the wall because you couldn’t finish it?
No. My dissatisfaction with a book is expressed by a curled lip and a raised eyebrow, followed by a quick burial in the Goodwill box.

Who is your celebrity crush—male and female?
Mmm, lots of male crushes; Idris Elba, Richard Armitage, Eric Bana, Aaron Eckhart, and Patrick Stewart all come to mind. Female crushes…Christina Hendricks and Cate Blanchett.

If you were given an all-expense paid, five day/night trip to anywhere, where would you go?
Only five days? In that case, I’d go to Japan. I’d love to see the contrast between urban and rural areas and I adore Japanese food, so I know I’d have a great time.

What is the most played song on your iPod/MP3 Player?
Urk, I don’t own either. I still use CD’s! My go to writing music is anything by Vangelis or Sigur Ros.

What song are you most sick of hearing on the radio right now?
Let It Go from Frozen. I wish everyone would just LET. IT. GO.

What is your favorite movie from the 80s?
The eighties were my decade, so I can’t pick just one. Blade Runner, Indiana Jones, Ghostbusters, Aliens all of those come to mind.

Which Avenger character are you? (Iron Man, Hulk, Captain America, etc.)
Let’s see, I’d marry Captain America, kill Iron Man, which means I’d have to…wait, this isn’t F/M/K? Sorry, got distracted there for a second. I’d like to think I’m Captain America, but I’m sure my family thinks I’m the Hulk. I do have a temper.

What is your favorite part of summer?
Walking barefoot in long grass, fresh berries, and sleeping in.

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, real or fictional, with whom would it be?
I’m not really envious of other people’s lives, so this is difficult for me. I’ll have to say I’d love to live as an extremely wealthy Roman at the height of the Empire, perhaps 100 A.D., in Rome with a quick side trip to a coastal resort town. I’d love to see the architecture, all the different cultures mingling, watch a chariot race, visit a fabulous bath house, and try some of those amazing dishes like roasted flamingo tongue or potted doormouse. Then again, maybe not some of those dishes.

If you had the chance to meet one author – past or present – who would it be? Why?
I’d love to meet George MacDonald Fraser. He wrote these amazing historical fiction books about a Victorian cad named Flashman. I love the character, the humor, and all the great references to British colonialism.

Who/What are you currently reading?
Right now I’m reading Greg Isles’ Natchez Burning. Really great story set in the modern South with a sub plot involving the civil rights movement.

Writing can be a crazy business. How do you stay positive within the craziness?
I keep the creative side separate from the business side. If you let your emotions and ego get caught up in what reviews say, or your sales figures, or rejections, you’ll become miserable and quit. Telling stories is completely different than selling them.

What do you think is your greatest strength as a writer?
The ability to focus and my determination to keep the story logical.

Did you always want to be an author?
No! I never even considered it until I sent a manuscript off to a publisher on a whim and they accepted it. Before, I’d written lots of non-fiction in my professional life, but the idea that a story I’d made up was entertaining to someone else was a complete shock.

No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Being true to my characters and making sure they get their HEA. I like my characters and want the best for them. They have to persevere in the face of a lot of obstacles because that makes the story more fun, but in the end, I’ve never written a character I wouldn’t want to have as a friend or neighbor.

What was the worst summer job you had in your teens?
Looking back, none of them were that bad, but working in a deli could be disgusting sometimes, especially since I usually closed, which meant I had to clean a day’s worth of grease and food residue off of slicers, counters, trays, and the floor. Don’t even ask about how awful it was to clean out the grease trap under the sink. I’m gagging just thinking about it.



By J. J. Lore

Evernight Publishing, 27 June 2014


Working to heal wounded Alphan warriors is the new duty of bondmates Leo and Deklan. Although recovered from severe injuries received on the field of battle, they are no longer fit to fight. Their orderly, all-male existence is turned upside down when an injured human female becomes their new responsibility.

Aura Tremain wakes up in an alien hospital, healing from a beating delivered by the Xyrans who’d kidnapped her. Upon her discharge, two handsome Alphan men offer her refuge until she’s well enough to travel.

Even though Leo and Deklan know they will never be permitted to bond with Aura as their souls demand, they can’t ignore the desire she stirs in them. Her time with them is short, but so intense. Will the intimacies they share be strong enough to withstand the expectation that bondmates are for battle-worthy warriors? Can their passion bind the three of them forever?

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J. Lore bio and social media:
J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her erotic romance releases, visit her at http://www.jjlore.com/ She’s also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/J-J-Lore/1393971707546734 , Goodreads at https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8188490.J_J_Lore and Twitter @JJLore1


It was strange to wake up in a bed with an alien male, no, two alien males, she amended. She glanced over to see Leo was still asleep, sprawled on his belly, his head cradled on his bent arm. Lots of thick muscles under gleaming skin on display. They both looked so strong.

She turned her head back to Deklan and jumped with surprise to find him watching her with half-closed, sleepy eyes.

“Sleep well?” he whispered.

She nodded. Deklan’s eyes crinkled at the corners. He inhaled and stretched his arms over his head with a sigh, inadvertently dislodging the sheet even further down his body. He was wearing dark pants so there wasn’t much more she could see, not that she should be looking any further. She couldn’t quite take her eyes off him, though. As he lowered his arms, the one closest to her nudged along her shoulder and coasted down her arm, his large hand finally coming to rest next to hers. He edged closer and watched her for a moment. She could feel the heat of his body.

“Do I look very different?”

“Different than what?” Aura whispered back, unwilling to disturb Leo when he’d been so kind to her.

“A human male. I’ve never seen one in the flesh nor seen a human female until the ship landed.”

“You look different. Bigger, stronger. Your skin is…” She trailed off, not quite sure how to put her newfound affinity for gold.

“Is what?” Deklan rubbed his hand along his chest, bumping over swells of muscle, disturbing the fine black hairs tapering down his abdomen. His voice was rough, and the timbre of it vibrated some previously unknown part of her ear.

“It’s beautiful.” Her honest assessment resulted in a disbelieving smile from the Alphan lounging next to her.

“It serves its purpose. I’d never call it beautiful, especially compared to yours.” Deklan glanced at her face, then her shoulders and arms exposed by the borrowed tank she’d worn to sleep. She knew she was blushing since her face was so hot. In an effort to compose herself, she looked over at Leo to find he was still deeply asleep, unmoving from when she’d last seen him.

A large hand sliding along her arm brought her attention back to Deklan to find he’d edged closer and turned so he was curving against her now. Maybe he was just affectionate in the morning, maybe—

The sudden press of a hard cock against her hip made her shiver. At least, she assumed the hard, warm shaft she could feel through her thin clothing was a cock. Deklan was alien, so perhaps his equipment was different. Although why he’d be aroused in proximity to her was a mystery. Perhaps he was similar to a man and this was just the usual morning reaction.

“Your skin is so smooth and soft,” he murmured as he ran his fingertips along her hip, then her belly, cloth bunching up under his fingers, exposing some skin at her waist. The slight parting of fabric made her shiver, made warmth spike into heat along her nerves. “Not frightened?”

“No,” she whispered, caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sheer sensual pleasure of having someone touch her.







#TakeaPeek at Make Me Surrender by Tina Donahue #Romance #BoxSet


Brought to his knees_3d

Make Me Surrender – included novella by Tina Donahue

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11 NEW romances by today’s hottest romance authors

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):

Make Me Surrender cover art for July Newsletter - 3She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.
When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.
Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.
Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.
Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.
Shaking off her uncertainty, Mercy pulled a plate from beneath the counter. On it was her gift to Travis and Dutch. Treats she always offered them when they came here.
Travis reached the counter first, his long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Lipton’s Iced Tea and three packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Mercy’s mouth went dry. She imagined his hands on her, the pads of his thumbs dragging over her nipples, sending a thrum of delight through her body.
She managed a wobbly smile. He produced an interested grin, making a dimple in his beard-shadowed cheek. Her belly fluttered and her heart sank. His attention was on the plate she’d set out, not her.
“Hey,” she murmured, soft and warm.
His gaze flicked up. A flash of heat burned in his dreamy eyes before it faded beneath what appeared to be confusion. As though he hadn’t expected that sultry greeting to have come from her. “Hey.”
His voice was so fucking deep and rough, Mercy had difficulty breathing. Jill made a noise that sounded too turned on. Mercy kicked her friend’s running shoe; an order for her to beat it.
Jill pivoted and hurried off, her narrow shoulders drawn to her skinny body, her blonde ponytail bouncing over her thin neck.
“Want one?” Mercy breathed to Travis. She stroked the lip of the plate with the same care she would his balls and cock. If he’d only let her.
Travis studied her breasts as though he’d never noticed them before, which he hadn’t. Given the unusual summer heat, the air conditioning had kicked on, making it nicely chilly in here. The cold air had pebbled Mercy’s nipples against her stretchy cotton tee. When she’d seen him and Dutch pull up, she’d ditched her shapeless Fast Fill jacket.
Travis’s sexy smile said he appreciated her boobs.
Mercy pulled back her shoulders to give him an even better look at her chest.
Joining them, Dutch dropped packs of M&M’s and Lay’s potato chips on the counter. “What’s this?” He regarded the plate.
Travis dragged his attention back to the gourmet cupcakes. Mercy had baked them this morning, hoping he and Dutch would show up as they usually did on Sunday afternoons. Their only time off.
“Breakfast and dessert,” she cooed.
Travis lifted one dark eyebrow. Dutch had finally discovered her tight-as-hell nipples and remained riveted on them. “Huh?”
Mercy’s skin prickled with excitement and more than a little lust. “Technically, they’re bacon and banana cupcakes, with maple, peanut butter, and bacon topping.”
She ran her finger over the edge of one then offered a taste of the frosting to both men. Eager to know who’d lick her first. “Try it. It’s as good as the other stuff I’ve given you.”
They reached for her at the same time, their hands bumping each other. Dutch curled his fingers around her wrist. Before he could lift her hand, Travis drew Mercy’s finger between his lips.
She blinked wildly. Her pulse pounded out of control at the wet heat of his mouth and Dutch running his thumb over her wrist. Travis suckled gently, swirling his tongue around Mercy’s nail, driving her crazy with need.
“Hmm.” His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.
She fought an insane urge to lick it and his bristly throat.
“You should try this,” he said to Dutch.
“I was about to.” He twisted his mouth at her finger still damp from Travis’s awesome tongue. Dutch kept stroking her skin, until he seemed to realize what he was doing. After releasing her, he grabbed a cupcake and devoured half of it in one bite. Frosting clung to the corners of his mouth.
Mesmerized, Mercy watched him chew.
He swallowed. “Fuck—I mean, damn, this is good. Even better than the other ones you’ve made.”
Travis nodded as he gobbled his cupcake. Another strand of hair swayed forward, grazing his unshaven cheek.
Sex radiated from them, weakening every part of Mercy’s body, making her reckless and bold.
“I have a proposition,” she whispered.
Dutch’s chews slowed. Travis forced down a swallow and frowned. “What? Didn’t hear that.”
She spoke louder. “A proposition. I have one.”



Dark Wolf Enterprises ~ A.M. Griffin
Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges ~ Amy Ruttan
A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other…

Three Strikes ~ Anya Richards
Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction ~ Cynthia D’Alba
One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin ~ Danica Avet
A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name ~ Felice Fox
Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages ~ Jennifer Kacey
One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love ~ Lynne Silver
A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Whipped ~ Sabrina York
A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin ~ Sayde Grace
A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender ~ Tina Donahue
When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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#TakeaPeek at Nina’s Dom by Raven McAllan #BDSM #Erotic


It’s funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won’t work.

By trial and error, I’ve now accepted that.

Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.

However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.

I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.

This is the result.


ninasdom1sNina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?

When the two meet at her friend’s hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?

Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.

With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?

Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.



What do you think? Here’s a wee tease…

“Shall we start again, or do you want me to take you to your friends?” As he spoke the words, Nic hoped like hell she’d stay. Even if all they did was talk. Somehow he had to explain why to all intents and purposes he’d left the lifestyle, as well as discover the reason she was adamant she wasn’t interested. She sent out so many conflicting signals. Certainly no Domme, but neither only a sub. Was she a switch? He hadn’t seen any sign of that either. She actually seemed what she said. Uninterested. The solid lump of disappointment in his gut hit him hard. He waited, until finally she spoke.

“Let’s talk.”

The relief kicked the lead lump away in a flash. Nic wouldn’t have been surprised if his hands trembled. He resisted the urge to sit on them.

“Then, hi there.” Nic held his hand out, and he was more than happy to see it didn’t shake. “My name is Dominic Christopher. Nic to my friends, among whom I hope you will soon be counted. Born in Barbados, moved to Scotland to go to university and stayed. I’m forty- two, clean, healthy, and financially stable.” Why did I add that? I sound right up myself. “Until my wife passed away I was her Dom and her Master. She was my slave. We lived the lifestyle 24/7. Since then I’ve had no interest. I’ve continued to help out here, usually on the door, or as dungeon master. I do tutorials to keep my hand in, but never in wax play and Shibari.” Until now. “Those were for Lue and me and I’m not playing anywhere else in that way. I only want to demonstrate, not shall we say, participate.”

“But not wax or Shibari.” It wasn’t a question, and to Nic’s relief Nina didn’t question his decision.

“Exactly. I’ve had no interest in rejoining the lifestyle to any degree until tonight. Don’t ask me why. I just took one look at you and thought, ‘mine’, preferably Shibari tied and covered in decorations of wax. Total, three hundred and sixty degree turnaround. Presumptuous, scary, exciting, and as likely as not I’m going to crash and burn. But I’m alive again.”

“Probably nothing to do with me, it’s just the right time,” Nina said. Then she reddened again.

He loved the way her emotions showed in the color of her skin.

She gasped and shook her head. “Oh blimey, that’s so rude. Sorry, it wasn’t meant to be. I’m a bit out of this introducing myself lark.”

Does she think I’m not? Yet again, Nic found himself in the position of wanting to show her the errors of her ways. To have her at his feet, head bowed, and submitting. He was uneasily aware that he thought there was about as much chance as a snowball in hell of that happening.

“As I am,” he said. “Nevertheless I managed.”
”Yes, er well, there’s no need to be arsy. I’m doing my best.

Hello, I’m Nina Mack. I’m twenty-eight. Single, a teacher, and not interested in anything to do with BDSM. I came tonight because a friend who’s a relative of Linsey set it up. That’s it really.”

Somehow, Nic thought there was more to it than that. He waited, until she fidgeted under his gaze and continued.

“Oh yes, I’m clean and solvent. I love walking, skiing, and snowboarding and riding my bike. But I also need my dose of smoke as my mum puts it. That means I love living in the city, not drawing on a dog end, but I get out into the countryside at least once a week.”

“Dog end?”

“Fag end, ciggy, smoke, whatever you’d call it.”
”Thank you.” How he’d like to discipline that attitude out of her. She thought he was arsy? She took arsy-ness to a whole new level.

“Can I ask why?” Nic asked. He was proud of his level-toned response.

“Why what?”

The level tone vanished like snow in a volcano. “Hell, Nina, you’re more prickly than a porcupine. I wondered why you live in town when you seem so much a country girl. Yes, I want to know how you know you’ve no interest in kink. Of course I do. And not only that, if you give me the opportunity, I’ll do my damnedest to show you that you think wrongly. But give me a break here. Either meet me halfway, and mean it, or there’s no point in carrying on.” He stood up and opened the door. “You seem to have awakened my Dom, and if you don’t want him, perhaps I should find one of your friends who does?” It was a gamble, but Nic hoped he hadn’t mistaken the interested look in her eyes on more than one brief—albeit very brief—occasion.

Nina bit her lip. Twiddled the end of her hair, tucked it behind her ear, and pulled it over her cheek again. She turned her watch around on her wrist and checked the time, and gave a half shrug.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” Nic closed the door again and returned to the seat beside her. “How about I tell you what I’d like and why? And then you tell me why you’re not prepared to entertain the idea. Or maybe that you are prepared to try?”

“That sounds good. Sort of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” Nina opened her eyes wide and then crossed them, before she giggled. “Over to you.”

So if I’ve intrigued you enough to want to indulge…

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About Raven:
Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.Hair july 14

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.


Happy Reading,

Love R x





#TakeaPeek at Brought to His Knees by @JenniferKacey @SabrinaYork & More #99c #Erotica

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Brought to His Knees

Available for a Limited Time for $0.99! Don’t miss out on this AMAZING Boxed-Set from some of your favorite erotic authors. That’s 11 stories…in one book…from sweet to sizzling and everywhere in between!!!

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

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Beneath the Pages ~ Jennifer Kacey

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Acacia owns and runs Fame, one of the hottest celebrity magazines in the country. She survives on convincing the rich and famous to reveal things they would normally do anything to keep hidden. She lives, eats and breathes the magazine. Day in and day out. She has no life, nothing to keep in the dark. Nothing but the night she gave herself over to the one man she never should have wanted.

Radigan, the most sought after actor in Hollywood, wants her again, and won’t take no for an answer. He had her for one night. Several hours of the best sex of his entire life, but she was gone the next morning before the sun had fully risen. His attempts to contact her have gone unanswered. Everything he’s tried so far has been a miserable failure. But he finally knows what to do to slip beneath the pages of her heart.

This time he’s playing for keeps and the exclusive rights to her body, heart and soul.

JenniferKacey (26)Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.


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Whipped ~ Sabrina York – NY Times and USA Today Best Selling Author
A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Make Me Surrender ~ Tina Donahue
When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

A Cowboy’s Seduction ~ Cynthia D’Alba
One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom? 

Dark Wolf Enterprises ~ A.M. Griffin
Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges ~ Amy Ruttan
A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other…

Three Strikes ~ Anya Richards
Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

Born to Sin ~ Danica Avet
A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name ~ Felice Fox
Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Cruising for Love ~ Lynne Silver
A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Chief Sin ~ Sayde Grace
A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.