#TakeaPeek ~ Warlock’s Mistress by Jessica Coulter Smith @Paranormal @Fantasy @EvernightPub @kitcatjms


Warlock’s Mistress (Loves Spell #2)

by Jessica Coulter Smith


Published by Evernight Publishing

ISBN #9781772330359

Length: Novella

Price: $3.99

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About the Book:
Seraphine Bishop, enchanted by a sorcerer in the 1800’s, has been by Jared Blaylock’s side for over a hundred years. As his mistress. But things are changing, Jared has been pulling away, distancing himself, and Seraphine wants to know why. They’ve been together for so long, has he finally tired of her?

Jared aches to be near Seraphine, his destined mate, but he must pull away to save her. A fairy prince has laid claim to her, wanting her for his bride. Unless Jared can find a way to change the prince’s mind, he’ll lose Seraphine forever.

Be Warned: bondage



Seraphine Bishop watched with narrowed eyes as her lover pulled on his clothes. Was it her imagination or did he always seem to be in a hurry to run out the door these days? It seemed she was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to cuddle. That hadn’t always been the case. She’d been Jared Blaylock’s mistress since 1895, when he’d found her roaming the streets, half starved, without a penny to her name and without hope of surviving until tomorrow. A sorcerer had taken a shine to her and had cast a spell over her, freezing her in time and giving her the gift of eternal life, except he’d grown tired of her after a few months and had thrown her out. Jared had found her and given her a new life, except he hadn’t been Jared then. He’d changed names many times over the centuries, with very few people knowing his original name—Lord William Stratham. Her warlock was over five hundred years old, but still looked like a sexy thirty-five.

In all these years, Jared had always been attentive, lavishing her with attention and affection, but for the past month, it had been like being with a stranger. He still came to her, spent an hour or two in her bed, then ran for the door as if hellhounds were nipping at his heels and he couldn’t wait to be rid of her. Why he hadn’t thrown her out, she didn’t understand. It was obvious he’d grown tired of her. Really, she’d expected it to happen a lot sooner. They’d been together for over a hundred years. She’d been waiting for the day he’d crossed paths with his mate and end their affair. Seraphine wondered if perhaps that’s what had happened and he just didn’t know how to tell her, or wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. The question was how much longer was she going to put up with it in silence? She’d been quiet so far, taking his rejection as best she could, but it was grating on her nerves. Things were still hot between them, there was obviously still something there, but he didn’t seem to want to acknowledge it.

Jared paused at the bedroom door. His auburn hair fell across his forehead and into his eyes, hiding their green depths from her. She wondered if he was going to say something, tell her it was over, that he wouldn’t be back, but he turned away from her, twisted the knob, and left without a word. Her heart ached and she fought back tears at the cold dismissal. She shouldn’t have let her heart get involved in the first place. She was in his life for one purpose and one purpose only. As his mistress, she didn’t have the luxury of falling in love with him. Unfortunately, her heart had other ideas.

Not for the first time, she wondered if she should shackle him to her bed. Of course, he could always use magick to get away—unless she used spelled cuffs. Now there was a thought. She could make a game of it, draw him into her web so to speak, then after allowing him to give her a mind-blowing orgasm or two, she could torture the information out of him. What had changed? Why was he different? What was he hiding? If he wanted to play games, she’d play, but by her own rules.


About the Author:
Jessica lives in a world where warlocks, shapeshifters and fairies exist, and everyone deserves a happy ending — from tragic vampires finally finding love after centuries of being alone, to super hunky womanizing werewolves finding their destined mate –- it’s all in a day’s work.

Unable to find a werewolf of her very own, she decided to marry someone who thinks he’s one -– minus howling at the full moon, fleas, and a rousing game of chase-the-mailman. Okay, so he sometimes howls at the full moon.

When she isn’t writing, Jessica enjoys spending time with her family, reading (mostly romance), or going to the beach. She’s especially fond of bookstores and Starbucks!

Jessica loves to hear from her fans! You may email her atJessicaCoulterSmith@yahoo.com or visit her on Facebook.




#TakeaPeek ~ The Bear Treatment by Doris O’Connor #Shifter #BDSM @MamaD8 @EvernightPub



Thank you so much for having me here today with the fourth installment in my Projects Series, The Bear Treatment.

This didn’t actually start off as part of the series, but the more I wrote, I realized that this story was set in the Projects world. I had a choice, change the rules, or go with it. As per usual my characters gave me no choice but to go with it. They are after all firmly in charge, and if I have learnt one thing, especially when writing shifters, it’s that resistance is futile. Especially, when that shifter happens to be a bear. There is something about bear shifters, that just makes them even more dominant, and Luke Masterton is no exception.

He’s been lusting after his cousin’s best friend ever since she sprouted curves to die for. Now that she is available, in his spa, and actually expressing an interest in the lifestyle—well…

She’s most definitely in for this bear’s treatment.



There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday. 

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it? 

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play.


When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

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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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#TakeAPeek ~ Outfoxed by Love by Eve Langlais #KodiakPoint #Shifters


Author: Eve Langlais

Title: Outfoxed By Love

Genre: Paranormal / Shifter Romance

Release Date: September 16th, 2014

Book/Purchase Links: http://evelanglais.com/wordpress/books/kc2



A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.
Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.
It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.

#1 – Kodiak’s Claim

#2 – Outfoxed By Love

#3 – Polar Bared (November 4th)


Okay, so Jan should have known better than to scare a man who’d served in the military. As soon as she hit his back, legs wrapping around Boris’ waist and arms around his neck, his body moved.

Boris clamped a hand around her forearm and yanked, flipping her over his head. She slammed onto her back in the snow, thankfully not atop jagged rock. But she shouldn’t celebrate yet.

Still reacting to her playful attack, Boris leaped atop her, pinned her to the ground, and pointed a gun at her head. At least he didn’t shoot her.

But boy, did he look annoyed.

“Hello, Boris,” she said with a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you out here.”

“What is wrong with you?” he yelled.

“Did I scare you?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the situation because, really, despite the violence of the act, this was the closest she’d gotten to Boris in years. And hey, he was actually looking at her. Not a point above her head. Or at the floor. Of course, his expression wasn’t exactly filled with happiness, but she considered it a start.

“Are you okay?” How grudgingly he asked.

She arched a brow. “Depends. If you mean am I hurt, then no, not really. Just a few bruises and scratches. But, as for frostbite… While I’ve been wanting to have you lie atop me for years, Boris Sobolev, I’d prefer a bed to a snowbank.”

He growled, which, considering he was a moose, made it pretty special. As usual, she drew the most ornery of responses out of the man and had for years, especially since he returned from the war. Unfortunately, for him, she no longer cared. She’d accepted the fact Boris would never admit they were fated mates, but it didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy needling him every chance she got.

“You are the most irritating—”

“—ly beautiful.”


“Yet utterly captivating,” she interrupted with a grin.

“Woman I’ve ever known,” he grumbled as he rolled off her to his feet. He held out a hand to help her up. Jan ignored it and lay there sprawled, naked and, yes, shivering, but the moment of frigid teeth chattering was worth it. Boris couldn’t help but stare at her.

Really stare. As in eyes-devouring, body-stiffening, definitely-noticing-she-was-a-woman stare.

It did more to warm her than a pair of cashmere socks would. Although, given he wouldn’t act upon the smoldering interest he forgot to hide, the socks would do her more good in the long run.

The moose took the term bullheaded to all new levels. From the moment she’d first met him, when Reid brought his new army buddy home on leave from the military, she’d known he was the one for her, and she’d thought he recognized it too.

During that short holiday stint, Boris flirted with her, and they even shared one long, delicious kiss goodbye as they exchanged a few whispered promises. But the man she dreamed of claiming was gone the next time he returned. Oh, he came back to Kodiak Point intact, no missing body parts even if he sported a few new scars, but the wounds in his soul had changed him.

Jan didn’t know the exact details, but she’d heard the rumors. Reid and others in his platoon, Boris included, got caught by insurgents. More than caught, they were held captive for months and, if the gossip was true, suffered torture.

Whatever happened, the boys who’d left with smiles and boasts of kicking rebel butt returned changed men. Grimmer men. The Boris she’d fallen for, the one who made her heart race faster, who ignited all her senses, lost his easy smile. Refused to acknowledge her, and when she confronted him and asked him about murmured promises spoken before he’d left?

“Things have changed. I’ve changed. You need to move on and fix your sights on someone else.” Bluntly honest. She could respect that, she just wished she could accept it.

But she didn’t want anyone else. Although she’d tried. No other man, human or shifter, ever made her pulse quicken, her blood warm, and, with a single kiss, make her just about cream her panties. Boris is my mate. Even if he denied it.

Lying splayed in the snow, wanton and naked, Jan couldn’t help but prolong the moment. When else would she get a chance to see this side of Boris, his eyes smoldering with fire, his need in plain sight? For a foolish moment, she harbored the hope he’d finally admit his feelings for her. Or act upon the arousal she could see. If only she could get him to kiss her, touch her, then maybe he’d—

“If you’re done trying to give your girly parts frost bite, you should think about getting dressed.” He turned away from her as he dropped his loaded backpack on the snowy ground. “I’ve got some spare clothes in here.”

Clothes? Only Boris would ignore her clear invitation and focus on the practical.

Well, Jan could be practical too. “What about a gun?”

He tossed her a look over his shoulder. “What the hell do you need a gun for?”

“To protect myself of course. There’s still at least one cougar out there hunting for me. I’d like something more than just my bare hands to fight him off with.”

“You’ve got me.”

Such a chauvinistic response. She rolled her eyes. “And what if he’s not alone?”

The cocky smile on anyone else would have made her laugh, but on Boris? She shivered. Even at his most menacing, the man oozed sexy.

“You are such a moose,” she exclaimed under her breath as she dressed in the clothes he’d brought, not hers but small enough to fit, except for the boots. Those required three layers of socks to stay on her tiny feet.

With the chill cut, her body covered, and her prospects for getting ravished nipped in the bud, Jan focused on the situation at hand. “What’s the plan?”

Without looking at her, Boris said, “We should either head back to where I left my truck. Or call in for someone to pick us up on sleds.”

He called that a plan? “What about the cougar who was trailing me? He’s still around here somewhere I’d wager.”

“What about him?”

“Shouldn’t we set a trap? Maybe take him in for questioning.”

Boris turned to face her, and his tone was mocking as he said, “We? We won’t be doing anything except getting your little ass back to town where it’s safe.”

“Safe? We’re under attack. Nowhere is truly safe.”

“Correction, Reid is under attack. You would have been perfectly fine if you’d obeyed orders and stayed put. But no, you just had to meddle and place yourself in danger.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “Well excuse me for helping out a friend.”

“You are not excused. You could have been killed,” he grumbled.

“But I wasn’t.”

“By fluke.”

“It wasn’t fluke that took out the guys following me,” she snapped, tired of him acting as if she were a useless girl. Partially her fault given she’d hidden her less-than-ladylike side from him all these years.

“You got lucky.”

She growled. She couldn’t help it. There was chauvinism, and then there was Boris. “I’ll show you lucky.” She stepped closer to him.

He frowned, but he held his ground as she invaded his space. “What do you think you are doing? I don’t have time to play games, Jan. We need to call Reid and let him know you’re safe.”

“Only once you admit it.”

“Admit what?” he asked with suspicion.

Admit you want me. Ha. Fat chance of that happening. One battle at a time. First things first. “Admit it was more than just luck.”

Before he could reply, probably something that would irritate her to no end, she disarmed him. Stepping close, she placed her hands on his chest, smiled up at him sweetly, watched his eyes cloud in confusion—and then hooked his leg and shoved.

Had she not taken him by surprise, it probably wouldn’t have worked, but Boris was so convinced she didn’t have it in her that her trick worked.

Down he went, her atop him. He landed on his back with an “oomph,” which might have had to do with the fact she brought her knee up against his chest to pin him. To keep him further off balance, she plastered her mouth to his.

Sweet electricity. Caught unaware, his lips were soft against hers, but nonetheless enjoyable. She almost forgot her main objective in the pleasure of finally touching him. Almost. But she’d spent too many years dealing with his moose-headedness.

She aimed the gun she pulled from his holster at his forehead and whispered against his mouth, “Bang. You’re dead.”


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#CoverReveal ~ Her Sexy Skunk by Virginia Nelson #Shifter #ComingSoon @EvernightPub

How do you tell a girl who wants to find a monster that you turn into a skunk?

hersexyskunkHer Sexy Skunk

5 Flames

Coming September 25, 2014

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Christine Jarrods wants to be a writer of paranormal young adult fiction so she’s pursuing a degree in English. By day, she tackles Chaucer. By night, she stalks the streets looking for something magical to inspire her muse. Finding a thread that suggests one of her profs might be some flavor of shifter, she decides to dig…even though she’s been warned to let it go.

Oliver Standish has a secret. Like a lot of guys his age, he’s scraping by, delivering pizzas, trying to pay off loans from a failed attempt at school, and crushing on Chrissy—the one that got away in high school. Only his family knows he’s also trying to deal with being a shifter…he sure can’t tell Chrissy. With her fascination with magic, he knows she’d want to know more about it—but how do you tell a girl who wants to find a monster that you change into a skunk?


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Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.


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#TakeAPeek at Carnal Takeover by Tina Donahue #BDSM #Erotic @tinadonahue

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During the day, she’s in charge—at night, he’ll take command of her body, their desires…

Dominance and discipline. Alexandra hungers for both from Daniel, the lead engineer on her Alaskan energy project. She imagines him punishing then mounting her while his team watches. Full-figured, Alexandra hasn’t had much luck with guys, especially ones so potently male. To change that, she invites Daniel to teach her submission to his most carnal needs. She also invites his men.

For too long, Daniel’s craved Alexandra’s lush figure and smarts. However, she’s his boss, it’s not wise to mix business with pleasure, and no damn way does he intend to share her. After one lusty night of her submitting to him and his men, Daniel claims Alexandra as his sub. On his terms. No regrets. No strings.

Yeah, right.

Tell that to their hearts.

Inside scoop: Alexandra and Daniel set things on fire with a brief ménage. Lucky girl has several men to fulfill her needs!


Daniel fingered the hem of her tee. “This comes off now.”

Without waiting for direction, Nat lifted Alexandra’s arms above her head, holding them there. Daniel inched the soft tee past her tummy and the waistband of her boxers, her navel, torso, bra. His cock stirred at the delicate blue color of her lingerie. Dainty lace and flowers embellished the sheer fabric that barely hid her nipples. Her areolas were more of a strawberry tint than a pale pink, much as he’d imagined.

Something inside him shifted, bringing everything into sharper focus, electrifying the moment. He ran his fingers up her creamy torso, so silky and hot his breathing grew strained. Her tummy trembled. She pushed to her toes.

With his hand on her shoulder, Nat eased her back down.

Daniel pulled off her tee and tossed it aside. The swells of her breasts trembled with her small snatches of air. “Keep her still,” he said to Nat.

“You got it.” Again, he held Alexandra’s arms behind her back.

Her skin flushed.

Daniel wasn’t certain if her reaction was from anticipation or embarrassment. If she’d only pretended to be an old hand at this and tonight was her first time at kink.

He should have asked, but didn’t. She knew how to stop what was coming. All she had to do was speak out. If she did, he’d leave her alone even if it killed him.

Until then…

He worked the front clasp of her bra. A whimper poured from Alexandra, followed by her soft moan. She pulled her shoulders forward.

If she’d done that to hide herself, it hadn’t worked, increasing her cleavage instead. Fueling his desire.

With Nat still holding her wrists, Daniel took full advantage. Unclasping her bra, pushing both cups to the sides, exposing her breasts.


She straightened in what might have been surprise, which pushed her boobs closer to Daniel.

He wasn’t about to complain. The warm air in here did nothing to smooth her nipples. They were tight with her arousal. He longed to cup them in his palms, but held back, not wanting to rush this. Alexandra needed to experience her nudity and submission fully.

He spoke to Red and Junior. “Lower her boxers and underwear.” Turning to her, Daniel smiled. “That is, if you wore any.”

The color in her cheeks couldn’t have been higher. Still, she offered a negligent shrug, defiant again as though she needed to prove she was a badass. “I did.”

“Yeah? You won’t have it on for long.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.

With the skill of well-rehearsed porno stars, Red dropped to Alexandra’s right side, Junior to her left.

Nat kissed her neck again.

This time, Alexandra didn’t notice him in the least. Her attention remained riveted to the other men. They slipped their fingers beneath her elastic waistband and dragged the boxers to her mound, then over it, pushing the garment down her thighs. The boxers dropped to the top of her shaggy boots.

Daniel’s throat constricted. Her bikini panties were the same blue as her bra, the fabric as sheer, and showed him something he couldn’t quite believe. Red also stared.

Forgetting himself, Junior whistled.

Alexandra moaned. Nat was back at it, suckling her neck. He had her attention for a split second, until Red pulled on the right side of her panties, Junior the left, lowering them. The fabric clung briefly to her slit, proving how wet she was. It clearly excited the young men and wasn’t doing Daniel’s health any good. If his heart thudded any harder, it’d burst.

Tugging faster, Red and Junior pulled her panties down.

They got the underwear to the middle of Alexandra’s thighs before they stopped at the same time.

Daniel moved closer, no longer able to resist the wonder of what he saw. She had a tat above her mound. Delicate leaves etched into her pale skin along with two tiny butterflies fluttering above them, the design in a stunning blend of blue, white, and black.

That wasn’t the end of it. Her pussy was smooth, nothing but endless skin, the same as the day she’d been born.

Damn. Alexandra Waite was an enigma Daniel hadn’t expected. In all the times he’d seen her on the job, she’d always worn her hair in a braid, no makeup, her clothing no different from his. Who would have guessed it hid these delights?


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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A Snog For Sommer ~~ Kiss Kiss from Mustang Maddy!!! #Erotic #Giveaways #Prizes

asnogforsommer2-buttonWelcome to the Snog For Summer!! Sommer Marsden is a wonderful talented erotic romance author. And an all-around superb lady. At the moment Sommer’s family is going through a challenging time, her husband is fighting pancreatic cancer and it is putting a strain on then in many ways.

At the moment Sommer’s family is going through a really challenging time, her husband is fighting pancreatic cancer and it is putting a strain on then in many ways. What I’m hoping we can do with our Snog for Sommer is to help take a little of the financial strain off their shoulders.

So, how do you help? Well, ,ust hop around the different blogs and different snogs listed below, you’ll find excerpts, original flash fiction, surprises and prizes and maybe even some hidden treasure! If you can donate too that would be absolutely wonderful.

For my part of the snog, I’m sharing an excerpt from Mustang Maddy, which just came out at the beginning of September.


As many of us have chosen to do, my excerpt also contains a kissing scene. I particularly love this scene. Grey really put his all into the kiss. *g*


© Kacey Hammell, 2014

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.Cover_Mustang-Maddy

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.”


I’m also doing a giveaway!! ONE lucky winner – at least I hope they’ll think themselves lucky LOL – will win TWO Ebooks (from my current releases) of their choice!  Just leave a comment and I’ll draw winners on 9/20.

Good luck & thanks for visiting!


1. Victoria Blisse 2. Liv Honeywell
3. K D Grace 4. Lisabet Sarai
5. Alison Tyler 6. BA Tortuga
7. Julia Talbot 8. Cari Quinn
9. Harper Bliss 10. Lucy Felthouse
11. Kemberlee Shortland 12. Charlotte Howard
13. Sara Brookes 14. Kacey Hammell
15. Teresa Noelle Roberts 16. Lynn Townsend
17. Janine Ashbless 18. Nikki Magennis
19. Kay Jaybee 20. S A Meade
21. Tamsin Flowers 22. Elise Hepner
23. A.M. Hartnett 24. Cara Sutra
25. Xan West 26. Sacha Lasalle
27. Justine Elyot 28. Alessia Brio
29. Oleander Plume 30. Ella Dawson
31. Cass Peterson 32. Vida Bailey
33. Cheyenne Blue 34. Jade A. Waters
35. Malin James 36. Sophia Valenti
37. Jezebel Jorge 38. F. Leonora Solomon
39. Delilah Night 40. Tabitha Rayne
41. Emilia Foxton* 42. Kiki DeLovely
43. Willsin Rowe 44. Kristina Lloyd
45. Cleis Press 46. Mina Murray
47. Angell Brooks 48. t’Sade
49. Katie Sebastian 50. D. Dancer
51. Emerald 52. L.M. Brown
53. Lexie Bay 54. Suz deMello
55. Snogs by the Sea 56. Snogs in the City
57. Lynn Crain 58. Snogs from May
59. Exhibit A 60. Sacchi Green
61. Charlie Powell 62. Lily Harlem
63. Kiki Howell 64. Iyana Jenna 






#TakeaPeek at Seduced by the Daredevil by Jorja Lovett #Ebook #Romance @JorjaLovett @EvernightPub

sbtdaredevilThanks for hosting me today, and sharing in the release day madness! Seduced by the Daredevil went on sale from 4th September and is a bit of a departure from my usual style. It started life as a medical romance, but there are definitely moments of rom com in there, as you can see from the excerpt…

Sparks fly when ‘Miss Stuffy Knickers’ Andrea Bolan meets her match in daredevil Matt King. There’s nothing quite like a passionate kiss to motivate a girl to jump off a building in the name of charity. With her inhibitions left far behind she begins to see the benefits of no-strings fun and sets her sights on her sexy abseiling instructor, but things don’t go exactly to plan. 

Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn’t his usual type. But, when they’re thrown together at work there’s no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn’t do commitment.

A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they’re not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness. 



Matt was eternally grateful he had bought the apartment close by, overlooking the River Lagan. He had enough trouble keeping his hands off Andrea for the duration of the five-minute journey. Small talk with a driver in no obvious hurry was the last thing he wanted, with seduction on his mind. He held it together until they pulled up outside the apartment block.

“Cheers, mate.” He threw a few notes through the window and pulled a giggling Andrea from the passenger seat.

Lust fuelled their journey and they half-ran to the entrance of the exclusive new complex. The few steps leading to his front door were taken in such a frenzied rush to reach their destination that Andrea stumbled on those impossibly high heels.

“Are you okay?” On autopilot, he knelt down to her crumpled position on the step and carefully removed her shoe to check for any swelling.

“I’m fine.” She giggled again and held up the broken heel of her shoe.

“Thank goodness that’s the only casualty,” he said, and swept her, and the broken stiletto, up into his arms to carry her the rest of the way. With one hand fiddling with the lock and the other cradling Andrea close to him, who said men couldn’t multitask?

Once inside, he set her back onto her feet and closed the door shut with the force of his body pinning hers against it. He wanted her naked, and that damn sweater which had teased him all day needed to go. Andrea didn’t resist when he lifted it to reveal the bounty beneath, but tugged at his T-shirt in response until pressing his naked skin to hers became as necessary as breathing. He impatiently hiked her top higher to strip her completely of it.

“Hold on a sec.” Andrea’s muffled voice came from the tangle of blue wool wedged around her head. He yanked until her head popped free, leaving that once-silky hair a veritable bird’s nest.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now you.”

He broke contact to get rid of the barrier, and those few seconds let him drink in the sight of her. In a white bra and jeans, hair mussed, and lips swollen from his tending, she was a far cry from the priss-miss he’d first encountered.

Man, what a turn-on.

The rapid rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him, but restrictive cotton denied him the full effect of her voluptuous cleavage. Eager to free her from all conservative binds, his fingers sought to unhook the fastening of her bra. A well-rehearsed tug and flick failed to open the catch, and he distracted her with a passionate kiss while he worked on it. First with one hand, then with two, he pushed and pulled to no avail.

Finally, he had to admit defeat. “I can’t get this bloody thing open, Andie.”

Resisting the urge to rip it off, Matt waited while she reached to undo it herself. She whipped her underwear off to release her pert breasts into view, and slung it in his direction. The bra catapulted directly into his face, the tail end popping him in the eye. Instinctively he clutched his eye and stifled a verbal wince.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Through a watery haze, he saw her hand fly to her mouth in horror.

“Don’t worry, Andie. It’s not your fault.” He tried to blink back the watery sting to ease her guilt, but full apology mode had already kicked in.

“That was a stupid thing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

His one good eye saw her bend to retrieve the makeshift weapon. She stood up and accidentally head-butted him between the legs, his groin suffering the next hit. His tongue nearly didn’t make it either, he bit it so hard to stop from crying out. The crippling agony doubled him in two and he fought to breathe through it. When, oh when, had his tried and tested methods of seduction turned into a comedy of errors?

“Why don’t we take this somewhere safer? Like the bedroom?” he asked in shallow bursts amid ragged breaths.

Andrea placed a self-conscious arm across her chest and limped to his bedroom, one foot shoeless and the other wobbling on a stiletto. He followed when the ache down below receded enough to allow movement.


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