Mid Week Tease: “You’re a little tense back here.” #MWTease

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! Hope the week has been kind to you. This is my first time participating in Mid Week Tease. I hope you all like what’s shared below. My thoughts and prayers are with all those affected by the crazy snow/cold weather. Hope it all ends soon!!

 

A bit of a tease from Mustang Maddy.
Here, Maddy is reacting to Grey, the object of her affection, but is too scared to act on her feelings.

“Your skin is burning,” Grey murmured near her left ear. Tsking, he poured more into his Cover_Mustang-Maddypalm then spread it over her.
The chill of the lotion as he smoothed it into her skin did little to cool her down. Not with the scalding heat of his hands gliding over her, along her sides and down to the waistband of her shorts. Her skin tingled warmed. She wanted to stretch like a kitten getting massaged by its favorite owner. She fisted her hands in her lap, dropping her head forward as he applied the cream to the back of her neck.
“You’re a little tense back here.” Grey commented, his voice rough but gentle near her ear.
“Mmm,” she couldn’t gather anything else comprehensive to say. Mindless to his attention, she wanted to sit like this for hours and let him pamper her. Of course, if she remained under his masterful fingers, she’d need a cold shower. Her body tingled, his touch twisting around every nerve inside her, each one sparking hot.
“I think that should do it. You’re protected from the sun for about an hour at least.”
Despite his words, Grey’s touch never disappeared. He glided his fingers along her arms, then over her shoulders and back, down to her hips.
Lord have mercy. Heart thudding, Maddy glanced at him over her right shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
His gaze locked on hers. Desire, power and heat stared back at her. No one ever looked at her like that. She shuddered. Should she consider her ego a bit out of whack if she thought he stared at her as if she were the only woman in the world? As if he wanted to eat her alive?
Drawing in a deep breath, she tried to focus on pulling more weeds while her thoughts drifted.
She didn’t have a huge, vast list of men in her past who gave her this kind of attention. Her love life wasn’t as exciting as she wished it to be, and her sex life didn’t have high volumes of seduction, orgasms or thrilling moments either.
Yet, Grey could take her higher with just one look than any other man in her life. It’d been like this for months. Since they’d fallen into the easy comfort of flirtation, smiles and heated words.
If only she could bring herself to make a move. She never made the first move. Never. It was foreign territory for her, but her fantasies lately were becoming bolder and pushing her to be brazen.
She shivered at the memory of the dreams that had plagued her the last month or so. Since the last time she’d been at Grey’s place to watch a ball game with him and a few friends he knew from work. She’d been reaching into a cupboard for a bowl to put popcorn in and it was just out of reach. He’d moved in behind her, his body pressed into hers as he grabbed the bowl. In seconds, her breath left her and the room had spun.
His hard shaft had pressed against her, warming her ass, and the realization that he might want her too had shaken her. Neither had spoken about it, and the afternoon game went unnoticed for her as passionate images of the two of them alone ran rampant through her mind.
Since then, night after night, images as if on a movie screen filled her thoughts. And her body demanded her attention. Finding pleasure alone had gotten old quick. Hunger and desperation chased her every day. But she was too chicken to act on her cravings for him. Even though it drove her nearly mad to resist claiming him as her own.

 

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Interview with Raven McAllan #Romance #BDSM @RavenMcAllan @EvernightPub

hisbossherdom1sAvailable today from http://www.EvernightPublishing.com

Good morning, Raven. Thanks for stopping by! 
Congratulations on your newest release, “His Boss, Her Dom”.

Aww Thank you so much. I’m doing my usual chair swivel jiggle of excitement here. I never ever lose the thill of a new release.

What do you think readers will love about this story?

I hope they’ll love the way Jamie and Eva interact, appreciate the humor, drool over the hero, egg the heroine on and get all hot and bothered over the sex. Oh and boo at the baddy.

And I hope they want to follow their story to see how it ends.

How long does it generally take you to write a book?

How long is a piece of string. It varies so much. I wrote 50k in two weeks once, or it can take me that long to do 15. It depends on how much housework I have to do, how many of the family are around, whether I’m on holiday. I get very little done at weekends because that’s family time. I try to do 10k a week minimum, (and hope for more) but then there’s edits, blogging, coffee, booming ironing… And I do try to walk for at least 90 minutes a day with a friend and her dogs. I get twitchy if i don’t at least add to whatever WIP I’m on every day. I seem to write a lot very early in the morning.

Name 5 pet peeves that drive you insane.

Rudeness.

Cold callers on the phone when I’ve told them 10 times I do not want whatever they’re on about.

People who eat gluten filled biscuits in front of me when they know I can’t ( not really I just get all reminiscing and envious) .

Bubble gum bubbles. Yuk, disgusting.

People who, when you tell them you can’t eat gluten say, “oh go on a little bit won’t harm you.” Oh yes it will…

How has winter been in the UK this year? If you could be anywhere else right now, where would it be?

Um I seen to have spent a month of it out of the country…(Hong Kong and Tenerife) But, well wet cold and a wee bit of snow. And I’d prefer to be anywhere warm and sunny. South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, The Caribbean…

If we were to look in your closet, what do you think we’d be surprised to find? *g*

My 1960’s genuine Mary Quant tights and my original op-art shift dress…And yes they do still fit me ;)

What are you writing next?

*deep breath*

Well, I’m finishing off a Regency contracted series (Moon Curse, the first book High tide is out in June.)

I have two more contemporary stories to write for Diomhair, my BDSM series set in a Scottish Castle, and then I’m waiting to sign a contract for two books. The first is a Regency, Find the Lady ( which hopefully will be out in July) The second is up to me, and needs to be written by the end of December. Very excited…

And there’s so much more I want to do… I have a list lol

 

His Boss, Her Dom is published on 27th February by http://www.evernightpublishing.com

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Excerpt:

Why the hell did she look familiar? Jamie scratched the ears of Russ, and searched his  brain. He’d seen her before, he was sure of it, but for the life of him couldn’t think where. He hoped to god it wasn’t somewhere that could jeopardize this job.

The voluptuous woman standing in front of him was, he judged, in her early to mid forties, so around ten or twelve years older than him, with a body he itched to taste. Those curves were made for him to touch and hold and…whoa, hold it there. She’s not one of the subbies who want a little bit of pain, nipple clamps, a nice crop mark over their ass, and a butt plug. She’s just someone on this postal round that may or may not know something to help me. More’s the pity. He coughed to regain her attention.

“Bad news?”

“What?” The woman—Eva—looked up from the paper in her hand with a peculiar smile on her face. “Oh no just the opposite. Am I last on your route like normal?”

He nodded. “Well you’re last on my route anyway.”

“Good, then you can come in and tell me all about it.” She unlocked the door and preceded him into the kitchen. “Russ can come in as well. I can’t be doing with chasing after him again. Although he has a well honed sense of preservation, and after the first kick up the jacksie the asshole, sorry my neighbor gave him, he only heads off in that direction when their car has gone down the lane.”

Jamie shut the door behind them. Even though the day passed as warm for Scotland, there was enough humidity to make the midges a pain in the ass. A pain everywhere in all honesty. He scratched a bite and made a mental note to put repellant in the van the next day.

“Here.” Eva handed him a small bottle. “Antihistamine. It’ll stop you itching. At this time of year the midges are horrendous. Lovely long evenings that I admire from behind glass, and watch clouds of the buggers trying to get in. Remember, repellent is your best friend on this route.” She picked up the kettle and turned on the tap.

Jamie laughed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Eva spun round from the sink, unheeding of the water that spilled over her hands and dripped onto the floor. “Why did you call me Ma’am?”

Now he was confused. “Well, you sounded bossy. Sorry, I thought you’d get the joke. You know Ma’am, in charge sort of thing. I’m sorry if it upset you.” Shit, I hope she’s not one of those touchy feminist types.

“Not at all. I just wondered why Ma’am.” She turned back to the sink, switched the tap off and then the kettle on before mopping the floor. Only then did she swivel around to face him again. “And yes, Sergeant, you can call me Ma’am, if you want to. Otherwise, here, Eva will be fine.”

He knew fine well his jaw dropped. She’d made him? How the fuck?

Eva smiled at him. “Sorry Sergeant.” She waved the letter he’d brought, and she’d signed for. “It doesn’t matter how often I tell them that post to this neck of the woods takes longer than in the city, do they ever listen?” she asked—rhetorically he assumed. “Oh no,” she went on. “They post this at some stupid hour of the night and expect me to get it the day after. Not only that some penny pinching asshat put a second class stamp on it. So, Sergeant James Swinton, from a different area of the force, How about telling me what you’ve found out.”

He shut his mouth, and swallowed heavily. “Ah. Oh bollocks, am I deep in the shit?”

“Ah, indeed.” Eva reached into a drawer and took out small leather wallet. “And no, not at all, unless you think you should be for not recognizing me.” She went bright red. “Although I’ve only had brief contact with you. I…er…taught a session when you were on a training course last year.” She, handed him the wallet, and he saw what was inside.

A warrant card with her photo on and stating she was a Chief Inspector in the Scottish Police force. Okay, he’d buy that, even though it was the biggest cock deflator since Sadie Stewart laughed at his attempt to find her clit. Mind you he was only a teenager at the time, and his aim and attention to the female body had improved considerably since then.

“Ma’am.” He snapped to attention and she laughed.

“I’m allegedly on holiday, and you’re allegedly a postie, so we can cut the formalities I reckon. Time enough to get out the tags and labels when we have to. You’re a long way from home, why did they choose you?”

Why did he think she was deliberately changing the subject? Oh she’d taught him, he didn’t disbelieve that, but there was something else, he’d stake his pension on it. Now he thought about it, he couldn’t believe he’d missed the connection. However this luscious woman with, he reckoned, braless breasts covered in a soft lawn gypsy style blouse, teamed with a long almost see through maxi skirt was nothing like the stern-faced woman in uniform that had addressed his class. Only the eyes were the same. A deep glittering blue-green that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea. As he stared into her eyes, a dim memory teased him. Where else had he seen eyes that beautiful color?

 

Author Bio:

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.

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Charmed by Jacey Holbrand #SciFi #Menage @JaceyHolbrand @EvernightPub

Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to be here today to let your readers know about my newest release, ‘Charmed’, from my series, The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer. I’m sharing a unique look into the story through Charm’s point of view into some of her thoughts.

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Excerpt

She’d grown up without her parents and her sister, and even her grandmother had departed the Earth when she could have used a female influence the most.

All her plans and dreams. All the hard work she’d put in so she could better herself and her life. ‘Down the tubes by the sweep of a woman’s signature on a piece of paper.’ She wanted to think if she ever saw the lanky woman with garish red hair again, she’d … she didn’t know what she’d do, but she believed it wouldn’t be pretty.

Now she was out in the wilderness alone with a couple of men who talked about her being their mate. Her ultimate goal had been to get to Aurath and find a place in which to live out her days. So why was she currently muddled about the Aurath males and going to their planet when moments before she’d been happy? She’d slept with each of them, yes. They seemed to care about her and she them. But were they and their planet right for her? The idea that she wasn’t sure scared her.

 

Book Information

Genres: Sci-Fi, Futuristic, Menage (MFM), Erotic, Steampunk
Heat Level: 4
Word Count: 35, 400
ISBN: 978-1-77233-153-0
Editor: Karyn White
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex

 

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Author Bio
Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s JCH LOGO 200x171committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers.

‘Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.’

Jacey loves to hear from readers! eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

 

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Book 1 in the series is ‘The Gathering’.
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Sweetest Splendor Excerpt @KaceyHammell #Contemp #Erotic

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Sweetest Splendor
Club Splendor Book 2
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Contains: Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

 

Snippet © Kacey Hammell, 2015:

Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.

No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.

Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.

Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.

Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.

But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.

 

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Guest Author ~ Iyana Jenna ~ Inspired by Music #MM #Romance #Giveaway @IyanaJenna @EvernightPub

 HowLongWillILoveYou-evernightpublishing-3DrenderHOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU

by Iyana Jenna

Published by Evernight Publishing

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Length: 26,950 Words

Heat Rating: 3

 

First of all, I’d like to thank you for having me on your blog. It means a lot to me. I would like to share with you and your readers my main inspirations of this story.

One day, my dear friend Louis Stevens posted a video of a singer Gavin DeGraw on his Facebook account. It was lovely and I loved the singer’s song. Well, one of my favorite singers is Ed Sheeran and I told Louis it would be a dream come true if Ed sings together with Gavin. A moment later, voila! Louis posted a video of them both singing together! Long story short, How Long Will I Love You was born. The title of this story was from a song but it was another story altogether and it wasn’t sung by any of the men.

By the way, here is the video of Gavin and Ed performing together on stage. I totally fell in love with them. I got completely inspired. My story isn’t in any way a real story about them, though. Heh. I wish! :D

 


Now if you watch the video until the end, it was their hug that completely melted my heart. *sighs* And here are the real life Ed and Gavin.

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gavin degraw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blurb:Teaser 01

It might look weird for a musician to *fangirl* another musician, but Ed Finley didn’t give a damn. He adored and had a crush on singer and pianist, Gavin O’Malley—to the point of sticking O’Malley’s pin-ups all over the walls of his room. Ed thought his dream had come true when he was scheduled to perform together with his idol on stage.

Gavin O’Malley thought Ed was okay when they ended up being together that night. The night meant everything to Ed, while it was only another one-night stand for Gavin.

Ed decides to stay away while Gavin, after rejecting Ed, couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. Will Gavin get a chance to tell Ed his true feelings?

 

Excerpt:

As soon as he got to L.A., Ed realized the mistake he’d made. Everything reminded him of Gavin, especially the invites to small jam sessions and dinners with fellow artists. He’d tried to avoid them all, but Nina, his assistant, kept reminding him not to miss those occasions.

“Don’t you see that I’m a human being, too? I’m tired, okay?”

Instead of answering, Nina squinted at him before she thrust an envelope at him.

“What’s that?” Suspicion crept into his heart.

“A live awards ceremony. Music awards. Next week.”

“Oh.” He took the invitation and looked at the card. It was a national show and it was going to be aired live on a major channel. It was a big deal. He glanced back at Nina. “Am I a nominee or something?” That was impossible. He’d have found out right away if he was nominated in a category. “Or am I going to present an award? How did you get this invitation?” Nina knew very well this wasn’t his type of thing.

She chuckled softly. The traitor.

“Relax. I didn’t have to kiss someone’s ass or get down on my knees for this. You’re an online phenomenon, Ed. They knew they’d get more publicity if they had you at their show.”

Ed wasn’t particularly afraid of what Nina would do if she wanted something, though he did worry about her sometimes. She’d do anything to get the things she wanted. But this was going to be a huge event with hundreds of celebrities. It was harmless. Safe. Even if Ed saw him there, he could easily slip away and hide. He sighed.

“All right. I’ll go.”

“Yay. I’ll RSVP.”

Ed rolled his eyes as he turned his back on a delighted Nina, who was already on the phone.

The invitation ruined the plan he’d made. Without Nina’s knowledge, he’d made a reservation to rent a cabin on a vineyard resort he often went to in Northern California. He needed fresh air and a place to clear his head. He’d thought being in L.A. would help, but the feeling that he could run into Gavin in any corner of the city kept haunting him. The shame—Ed could not get rid of it. He was lucky Gavin hadn’t talked to a tabloid about how Ed Finley literally threw himself at him and thought he had a chance to be Gavin O’Malley’s boyfriend.

A week or so on the vineyard would do him good. Too bad Ed had to postpone it now. He took a shuddering breath and cooked up another plan. The minute he left the award show, he would be on his way to escape to Moonshine Valley.

****

Nina walked ahead of Ed on the red carpet. He smiled inwardly at the sight of her—a diminutive figure, yet looking confident and ready to take any action Ed needed her to. Tonight she was lit up in her small, bright red dress with her golden hair tied up into a small chignon. She was pretty, Ed would give her that. He wouldn’t mind having her as his girlfriend if he liked girls. As it was, Ed didn’t mind taking her as his date tonight, though she might have minded if he’d insisted on going in his shirt and jeans.

“Ed!”

Ed jerked his head up. “Yeah?” He had been unaware of zoning out for a second there.

Nina gestured at him impatiently, so he headed toward her. She was standing near the velvet railing with a man on the other side of it who had a microphone in his hand.

“Hi,” greeted Ed. “How’re you doing?”

“Can you believe it? Louis Montague from the blog Louis’ Notes, himself! He wants to talk to you, Ed.” Nina sounded too chirpy for his liking, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion because the girl knew him well. He turned back to the man and offered his hand. Louis accepted and shook it hard.

“Ed Finley. It’s so great to finally see you.”

“Hi, Louis. Glad to see you too. I hope you like my songs.”

“Like your songs? I love them. They’re brilliant, man.”

“Come on.” Ed felt positively embarrassed. After all this time, he still couldn’t believe people actually listened to his work. He looked around and cursed silently when he found that Nina had disappeared.

“I’m serious. They’re emotional and fans really relate to them. I can’t stop listening to them. What’s coming up next from you?”

“Um.” Ed scratched his head, then promptly removed his wandering fingers. He’d spent more time than was necessary trying to tame his red curls, and he knew Nina would scold him for ruining them. “I write songs every night or between shows. I can’t stop the ideas from coming into my head. They keep bugging me until I write them down.”

“Sounds so easy for you.”

“Oh no, not at all. They’re raw ideas and thoughts. Mostly I still have to find the right tune for them, not to mention the lyrics and the music arrangements. Half of the raw ideas I have had have ended up in the garbage bin. Only half became full songs and just one or two of them get to be produced.” Ed thought he heard Louis mutter something. “Excuse me?”

Louis shook his head. “Nah. Just—if I tried to write songs, they would all get dumped.”

Ed snickered. “You don’t know that. You should try writing someday if you get an interesting idea.”

“I’d rather listen to yours, thanks.” Louis smiled widely. “So are you going to present an award tonight?”

“No. I’ll just sit tight and sweet in the audience. My pretty Nina did a good job finding me a place in there. She—” Ed waved sideways and stopped short. He gaped and his breathing became erratic. He hadn’t expected anyone to be standing next to him, to be so close to him, like…like…

“Hi, Ed.”

Like Gavin.

 

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Author Bio:

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Iyana avatar 01Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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Guest Author ~ Publishing Journey by Linnea Alexis #Paranormal #Romance @LinneaAlexis @DecadentPub

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by

Linnea Alexis

Decadent Publishing

Genre: Contemporary romance, paranormal, suspense, thriller, romantic comedy

Heat level: 3

Word count – 22k

 

Publishing Journey:
“’When I grow up, I want to write books,” I confided to my fifth grade teacher, who encouraged me. So I wrote, and kept writing until I graduated high school.

Then life happened, and I dropped out of college. I shelved my dream to become a working stiff. But no matter how many hours I toiled behind office desks, the drive…the motivation…to write, to create, gnawed at my spirit and refused to die.

After more years than I’m willing to admit, I finally got serious. I attended writing classes in college, and online. I joined workshops and critique groups, entered contests, and submitted manuscripts. But as rejections piled up, I began to question the reality of my goal to be published.

Then I heard about Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales Line, and I was intrigued. I decided to accept their challenge to put a different twist on a Grimm’s fairytale. Because nearly everything I wrote was a little twisted anyway, I was in. I plotted and wrote, re-plotted and re-wrote, edited, had the story beta-read, and revised some more.

Few things in this world are scarier than hitting SEND. No sooner had I sent it off when negative self-talk began: My story sucks. What the heck was I thinking? I wonder if I can retract my entry.

A couple of weeks later, an email from Decadent showed up in my inbox. My stomach dropped. Too soon to be good news. Good Lord, it must really stink to be rejected this quickly.

I finally got the nerve to open the email. The message was short. Two sentences. Another rejection, I suspected.

Expecting the usual “thanks, but no thanks,” I breathed in a lung-full of courage, chewed on my bottom lip, and read the first sentence. “We have had an opportunity to consider your manuscript and…” I stopped reading. Oh no, here we go again. “…would like to offer a contract.” Huh? Hold on a minute. What was that? I blinked and read it again. And again. My heart sprouted wings and took flight. Before I shouted my good fortune from the rooftops, I decided to check it out with an author friend. Perhaps I’d misinterpreted the sentence.

I forwarded her the email and asked if it was what I thought it was. She verified…it was.

The editor’s email continued, “If you are still interested…” Still interested? Heck, yeah. I emailed her back, accepting the contract.

Then the rollercoaster ride began.

Seeing my book cover for the first time was an incredible experience. I’m on a cover! Previously, my stories had been published in anthologies, but none had my name on the cover. Yet, there it was. The cover. I stared at it. Gushed over it. Took pictures of it, and admired it. I called and emailed family and friends, “I’m on a cover.”

 


 

Blurb:

After Haley Monroe’s estranged husband drops dead, she discovers he left her with a whole lot of debt and most of her family heirlooms missing. Too bad the only person who can help sort through the mess and clear her name is her late husband’s attorney…her only one-night stand and a man she never thought she’d see again.

Attorney Eli Libertini jumps at the chance to help Haley clear up the financial mess. He’d like nothing more than to reconnect with his hookup from spring break ten years ago—the woman he’s never been able to forget.

Thrown together in a dark fairytale adventure, the twosome uncovers a web of hidden heirlooms, ghostly encounters, and mysterious storage units about to be auctioned. They’ll have to forget the past in order to regain their shared passion and have a future.

Excerpt:

“Haley. Haley Monroe,” a man shouted. His deep voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite recall where she’d heard it before. “Haley! Fancy meeting you here.”

Curious who had called her name, she turned to face the voice.

The man revealed himself. Eli Libertini—as in Libertini and Farthing—her husband’s lawyer. Eli was tall, dark, and ruthless. The armor on his knight’s costume shone like silver in the sunlight.

The man with him wore a monk’s robe. He stood nearly a half-foot shorter than Eli’s six-two and had at least twenty-five pounds of pure muscle on the lawyer.

If Eli hadn’t represented her husband during their bitter negotiations, she might consider him attractive. After all, she’d thought so ten years ago. And he hadn’t changed much during that time. He still wore his dark hair past his shoulders—shoulders much broader than she remembered. He’d even managed to grow taller and fill out very nicely, thank you very much.

But their heated exchange during the legal proceedings had left a hostile taste in her mouth. And nothing, not even his wide, single-dimpled smile, could erase the memory of the hurtful, untrue allegations he’d hurled at her.

“Fancy indeed,” she huffed.


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About the Author:
Linnea Alexis stopped stirring up trouble in the corporate world a few years ago and now satisfies her appetite for mayhem in the fictional world. When she isn’t working on one of her romances, she writes cozy horror stories. She can usually be found hanging out with her family in Southern California. She has published several short stories in various anthologies, and she’s an active member of Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America and O.C. Writers.

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#BookSpotlight ~ Let’s Get It On by Doris O’Connor #Menage #BDSM @MamaD8

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog.

Let’s Get it On was one of those stories that kept on growing and growing, and morphed into something completely different from what I first had in mind.

Two hot, dominant brothers who both want the same woman… Yeah, Lily didn’t stand a chance, really. Don’t be fooled by the title, though. Yes, there is an awful lot of hot sex in this story, but it’s also a story about three people falling in love, and learning to trust again. Not easy for either one of them. There are lots of obstacles they have to overcome to make this unusual relationship work, especially when Lily’s ugly past rears its head.

Love conquers all, however, and Lily finds true peace in her submission to her men.

Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]

When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.
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Excerpt:  

“Hmm, such a sweet, delicious subbie we have here. Dessert number two for you and me, me thinks.”

Cyrus’s sandpapery voice sunk into her consciousness, and she almost leapt off the chair when both men’s hands delved between her pussy lips this time. Sloan sunk several fingers knuckle-deep into her hole, while Cyrus circled her clit repeatedly.

They murmured their approval as she grew embarrassingly wet for them, and, biting back a moan, lifted her hips to give them better access. She curled her fingers round the edges of her chair to give her more leverage. God, she was close, so close, if only—

The yank to her hair hurt, and brought her arousal down a notch, and she whimpered her denial when both men withdrew their hands from her cunt.

“Naughty little subbie, trying to hurry us along.” Cyrus’s stubble created more tingles of awareness across the sensitive area under her ear, as he whispered the words to her and then bit down on her earlobe. His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper thigh as she jerked and tried to close her legs. Sloan, too, had a bruising grip on her other leg, and, pinned between her men, she couldn’t move.

“Please… I need to, please?” The barely still functioning side of Lily’s brain marveled at the desperate quality to her voice, but the needs of her body won over. These were her men, and they would take care of her, eventually. Rushing them when they were both in full Dom mode wouldn’t achieve anything.

“Trust us. Let us take you out of your head for a little while, pet.” Sloan’s voice this time, and Lily sighed and nodded. Sloan claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and she jumped when something incredibly cold dribbled into her cleavage. Sloan broke the kiss with a smile and she lost herself in the tender approval in his gaze.

“Shut your eyes for me, baby. Allow yourself to feel. We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.” Her stomach contracted in need and she drew a much needed breath into her lungs and let her eyes flutter shut.

“Beautiful.” Cyrus’s voice as yet more coldness dribbled along her lips and down her chin. An ice cube. She realized what it was with a start when Cyrus pushed the slippery object into her mouth. She crunched on it, and her nostrils flared as someone pulled her dress down until her breasts were exposed. Another set of hands bound her hands to the chair, and then her legs were lifted off her men’s legs, her bum shoved further forward on the chair, and ropes secured her legs to the chair, also. It allowed for the tiniest amount of wriggle room and she let her head fall back and bit her lips, when calloused fingers traced what had to be another ice cube up the inside of her thigh with agonizing slowness. Sloan, she recognized his heavy breaths as he leaned in close, traced another cube across her nipples in turn. The already hard buds contracted further. Shivers raced across her skin and she screamed when that piece of ice between her legs reached her cunt. Her pussy clenched in shocked need as the coldness slid along her fevered folds, circled her clit, and then was pushed inside her hole without warning. The coldness numbed her insides, and her vaginal muscles clenched around the object of torture, trying to expel it, and both men laughed.

“Oh, no, you don’t” Cyrus’s voice held that cruel streak he delivered so well, and her stomach lurched at his next growled words. “In fact, I think you can take more.”

“No, no, please, I… shiiiiit, nooo.”

Lily strained against her restraints, as the men’s laughter registered over the roaring in her ears, and Cyrus pushed several more ice cubes into her hole. Her insides cramped and her whole body shook in need as Cyrus’s warm hand cupped her slit and stopped her from expelling the cubes. His thumb circled her clit repeatedly, such a hot contrast to the coldness in her pussy, and then two hot mouths closed over her nipples and suckled hard.

Lily screamed in painful arousal as those nips and tucks delivered darts of pleasure to her clit, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

“So fucking hot. That’s our beautiful girl, come for us again.” Sloan interspersed his words with hot openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck and across her boobs. The fabric of her dress was further tugged down and she whimpered when Cyrus, she presumed, pushed another two ice cubes into her pussy hole. Warmth followed coldness, as his hot breath skittered across her labial lips, and she bucked as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked. Sloan chose that moment to swirl his tongue through her bellybutton and then resumed a slow path back up to her boobs. Another ice cube was applied to her nipples, making them ache and then Sloan’s warm mouth and fingers took that ache away. Heat flared through her as the last of the ice melted inside her channel and Cyrus pushed his tongue inside her cunt, and ruthlessly pushed her into another orgasm.

Swept away in ecstasy and with her whole body trembling in aftershocks, Lily was dimly aware of both men withdrawing and the rustle of clothes and then Sloan’s calloused fingers tilted her head back more. The room spun as the chair tilted backwards and then Lily stopped thinking altogether, as Sloan’s familiar salty musk invaded her senses.

“Open up for me, pet. It’s time for us both to fill your holes.”

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Author Bio:

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

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

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

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