A Ghost for Christmas Snippet #Paranormal #Erotic @KaceyHammell @EvernightPub

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A Ghost for Christmas

Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

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Snippet © Kacey Hammell:
As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around  and fell back against the window.
Oh my fucking God!
Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.
Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.
How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.
Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.
Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble.
“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened.
Whoa. What the hell am I thinking? There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.
“What are you doing here? Get out. I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”
He frowned. “No need to be frightened. I’ve been here for centuries.”
Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere? Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now. I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”
“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk? A rake, perhaps?” he asked.
Jodie squinted. “A rake?” She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”
His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”
Every decade…
“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”
“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”
“Two hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?
Jesus.
An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.
Merry Christmas to me.

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#CoverReveal ~ The Lightning Prophecy by Emily Cyr #Paranormal #ComingSoon

Cover Design by: Najla Qamber Designs
Release date:  December 1st
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Age: Adult

 

Blurb:

Delaney Hagen’s power to control lightning is unique, even among witches. That uniqueness has caused her to run and hide from her kind – and the other supernatural beings in the world. Finally, after years of running, she feels safe enough to settle down. But her life’s calm is completely destroyed when her best friend is murdered.

Delaney teams up with the mysterious and sexy Reid Jamison to figure out just what is going down in her world. Delaney will have to make a choice between her life and love. Will she be the product of a prophecy or will her fate be changed?

Reid Jamison knew this case wouldn’t be easy. But, with the money the Coven was throwing at him, how could he say no? When he met Delaney Hagen, his whole world began to unravel. Faced with a prophecy, murders, love and betrayal, will Reid be able to hang on to this new world? Or will it slip away?

About the Author:
 
Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. Emily holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in both, English and Social science. Emily has always had a love of all thing paranormal and fantasy. It wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not,” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily; it seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Though reading came her love of writing. Many of her first works were fan fiction. The more she read the more she knew she wanted to create her own world.
Emily and her family currently reside in Jacksonville, Florida. Emily has an incredibly supportive husband who is also an Officer in the United States Air Force. They have two little boys, ages 2 and 3. Yet, somehow with the demands of being a parent to two little boys she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.
Though this is Emily’s first published book it will not be her lastShe is currently working on book two in the Lightning Witch Trilogy and book one in the Vampire Favors series; titled, Push and Pull.

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#TakeaPeek ~ Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O’Connor #BDSM #Menage @MamaD8

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and this is it.
Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and I hope readers will too. He might be a Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita :o)

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Blurb:
[Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…

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STORY EXCERPT

A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace. The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly. Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked several times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time. Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those feeling for him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.

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Author’s 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.
Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances

 

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DARE Snippet #Contemp #Erotic @KaceyHammell

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Contemporary Erotic Romance

ISBN: 9781771301282

Publisher: Evernight Publishing


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City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) Just $0.99/77p on Amazon During November!

Originally posted on 69 Shades of Smut:

OneNightinParisFor the month of November, this erotic romance novella will be on SALE. Warm up those winter nights with this smokin’ hot read!

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Here’s what it’s all about:

Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?

He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an…

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#TakeaPeek at Spanked by the Bad Boy by London Saint James #Smokin #Hot #Excerpt @LSJRomance

 

 

Title: Spanked by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy Fever
Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense, thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter

 

 

Blurb:
As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.

Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.

Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

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Adult Excerpt:

“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.

Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs, undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.

He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased with himself for exposing her panties.

“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.

Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your itch, don’t you, baby?”

She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,

“Harder.”

He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.

She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him. While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.

Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the pure maleness of him.

Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me burn,” she admitted.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.

“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.

He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”

“Yes.”

Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d known from past experience he’d be commando.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.

“Good?”

“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.

She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.

Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”

“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between herfeminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”

Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing against his.

In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.

“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across thecanvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.

She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine ass.”

She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across her caught— a wildfire.

“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.

“Like that, do you?”

God help her, she did.

 

Author Bio & Links:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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#BlogTour ~ Fifty Shades of Green #Erotic

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The Cultivation of Love

“Sunlight and Water” is a story of a young woman named Phyllida who seeks a love potion from an herb-witch. In the witch’s cottage, she has an erotic encounter with a stranger that abruptly ends when her lover’s cock breaks off. The witch gives the broken stump a plant-healing salve that will allow it to grow back—but only if it receives the right sort of “fertilizer.” Phyllida, charged by the witch with gathering herbs for her love potion, finds that her and the stranger’s quests take them on a journey where love is redefined.

A few years ago I wrote a scene about two strangers who have sex in a witch’s cottage. The man’s cock breaks off, and the rest of the story was to involve his attempts to try to grow it back. It was a silly story that went nowhere at the time, but in the context of coming up with ideas for this anthology, I realized that I could treat the broken appendage as a growing thing like any plant or flower. I was thrilled to be able to find a place for this plot element that I actually quite liked.

I made the orfiftyshadesofgreengan-stump that needs to grow back a metaphor for another thing that flourishes only when it’s properly cultivated—love. So many times love that’s represented in literature is solely based on physical chemistry or some indefinable soul-mate connection, which I think tends to support our projecting unrealistic ideals upon other people that don’t leave a lot of room for continued growth, either as couples or individuals. Not that there’s anything realistic about my story—thank goodness cocks don’t regularly fall off during sex!—but it felt good for me to write something supportive of romantic ideals in which love isn’t destined or at first sight, but is something born of seeds planted that thrive only with the proper conditions and care.

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Excerpt from Fifty Shades of Green, “Sunlight and Water”

“What are you doing here?” she asked suspiciously.

“I followed you,” he said. “I saw you leave the cottage and I wondered what you were doing, traipsing around in the dark by yourself. So what are you doing?”

“Picking herbs,” she said. “Flora told me some very specific times for collecting them. Otherwise it wouldn’t really be my choice to be digging around in the dark.”

“What are the herbs for?”

Phyllida stared at him defiantly. Why not tell the truth? She had nothing to hide. “I’m going to make a potion for Marcus. So he won’t make the biggest mistake of his life marrying that woman instead of me.”

“Ah,” Egan said, nodding sagely. “Well, that seems like a worthy cause. What do these herbs look like?” He held the torch closer.

“Well, they have red veins, and they grow beside the mushrooms,” Phyllida said, leaning down. “There.” She reached down to pluck the first plant.

She felt a tingle in her fingers as she grasped the stem and pulled on it to break it off, and she shivered, feeling that tingle spread over her skin, leaving a warmth in its wake. The warmth centered in her belly, and she suddenly became more aware of Egan standing beside her, the muscles in his forearm holding the torch steady. She glanced up at his face, warm in the glow of the torch, and suddenly she remembered what it felt like when he kissed her, and a wave of lust nearly made her pass out.

She tore her eyes away and brought them back to the mushroom patch, reaching for another plant.

The tingle came again, waking up her skin even further, and something else—now she could smell Egan, the delicious musk of him—and cock or no cock, her gaze was magnetized to his crotch and she had to grab her knees to stop her legs from sending her catapulting to rip his pants off and start sucking his balls.

“I can’t do this,” she groaned, biting her lower lip hard, trying to fight these unnatural urges she was having.

“Why not?” Egan asked. He propped the torch up in a tree and bent down to pluck a plant.

He sucked in a breath as his whole body trembled. He was still for a long moment. Then both he and Phyllida turned slowly toward each other, as if hypnotized.

—Colleen Chen

 

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Fifty Shades of Green is a garden of naughty delights!
Within our pages you’ll discover:

- Virile gods and their mortal conquests.
– A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual.
– An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies.
– Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness.
– Young lovers seeking the help of green witches.
– A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveler.
. . . and so much more.

Peek inside the garden gate.

(You know you want to.)

A dozen racy tales await.

Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious and erotic short stories with gardening themes. What you’ll find in these pages is hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat! And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.

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Author Bio:
Colleen Chen is a freelance writer and bodyworker living in the Twin Cities. Her debut novel, currently titled Dysmorphic Kingdom, will be released in early 2015. She has several stories published or forthcoming in print or e-anthologies, including the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Pink Narcissus’ Queer Fish, and Circlet Press’ anthology of collected microfiction. Her blog is at www.colleenchen.com.

 

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If you sign up for our newsletter you will be sent “Seed” (our sexy story about a community garden’s secret fertility ritual).

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