Holiday Spotlight ~ Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk #Holiday #Romance #BDSM #MustRead @WendiZwaduk

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Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk

Naughty Teachers, book 4

Contemporary, Holiday, Christmas

Short Story

M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking

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What happens in Vegas at Christmas stays in Vegas…​​

Jordy Murphy isn’t the warm, fuzzy family type. Instead of getting together with all the newly minted couples in his family, he is in the center of sin, decadence and sex for the holidays. He craves the lights, the Christmas glitter and dancing with sexy women when he spots the one woman he hoped to see, but never expected to be there—Ally.
Allyson Benson wants Jordy Murphy in her stocking for Christmas. No other present will do, so she’s pulling out all the stops to show him a sexy time. Will their relationship extinguish faster than Christmas candles or do they have the passion to last throughout the season?

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EXCERPT:
Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“I need some Christmas cheer.” Jordy Murphy stood in front of the mirror in his Las Vegas hotel room and groaned. He raked his fingers over the top of his head. He’d cut his hair the week before and still wasn’t sure about the new look. The shorter ’do was too severe. He preferred the longer, floppy style with highlights streaked into his blond hair. The change wasn’t awful, just different—and he’d be able to hide it under a Santa hat anyway.

He adjusted his tie, emblazoned with snowballs, then smoothed out the suit coat. He snorted. The outfit was rather formal for clubbing in Vegas, but he wasn’t headed to just any club on any given night. This was Christmas Eve. According to the e-invite he’d received, he was to go upstairs to Club49 for the holiday extravaganza. Fifty bucks a head with all drinks and a buffet included as well. Unless the unnamed item had the name of the club emblazoned on it, he’d re-gift to his brother or sister.

He turned away from the mirror and fiddled with the band on his smart watch. The device had been the best investment and his Christmas present to himself. He’d inputted his identification and credit card information so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his wallet at the party. As he swiped across the screens on his watch, he noticed an image. His breath clogged in his throat. Allyson Benson. According to her email, she’d be in Vegas at the same party. She’d been the reason he’d decided to duck out of Cleveland in favor of the lights in Sin City. Was she really waiting upstairs? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted her in his stocking for Christmas.

The lights on the Strip flashed in his hotel room. He’d left the curtains for his bank of windows open. The play of color calmed him. He strolled over to the wall of glass and gazed out at the strip below. No snow, unlike Cleveland and northern Ohio. Back home, his favorite state was buried in a foot of the white stuff. He glanced up at the sky, expecting to see stars, but there were none. He liked stars.

For a moment he wondered if there was any peace on the Strip. There probably wasn’t much silence back home. He shuddered. He loved his brother and sister-in-law as well as his sister and brother-in-law. Hell, he’d been the best man in both of his brother Corey’s weddings. He shook his head. Only Corey could fuck up his love life and still come out on top. Katie, Corey’s wife, had more patience than a saint to put up with Corey and to marry him twice.

Jordy pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was the jet lag from the long flight or the time change, but part of him wished he wasn’t going to the party. A tiny bit of him wanted to be home with his family—despite the fact that they drove him berserk. He wasn’t about to listen to more baby talk or help his sister and brother-in-law decide on baby names. So they were going to make him an uncle? Wonderful, but he didn’t give a shit what they named the kid. Was that bad? Did that make him an awful uncle? Oh well.

Something his father said came to mind. “Never stick with one woman and never let anyone tie you down.” His father certainly lived by that motto. Each of his children was created with a different woman. When Dear Old Dad showed up for a family gathering, he had a new female on his arm. Jordy wished his father would’ve stuck with one woman to birth his children—that would’ve made life easier and removed most of the tension from the holidays. But no. Gary Murphy needed to keep his love life interesting. Jordy swore he’d never turn into a womanizer like his father.

At least his family wouldn’t be in Vegas for Christmas.

Thinking about children and relationships made his head ache. This was Christmas. He should be wanting to get together, not shove them all aside. He wasn’t good at relationships and loved his somewhat easy life. He spent a lot of time on his own. Being alone was great to a degree—he didn’t have to answer to anyone and could do things at his own pace. He didn’t have to worry about letting someone down. Sometimes, though, he wanted to share his life with someone.

His thoughts traveled to Allyson again. He sat on the bed and stared at her picture on his watch. He liked her and liked the way she fit in his arms. He dreamed about her kiss. Her laugh always brought him out of a bad mood. She’d been the one to suggest the trip and even gave him space. She was good for him and smart to boot.

So why wasn’t he with her in her room? Or in adjacent rooms? Because she’d claimed she didn’t want to intrude on his life if he decided to hook up with someone else for the holidays.

What if Allyson was the hottie he wanted to snuggle up with for Christmas? She could be the woman who played with his Yule log. He snorted. What a bad joke. He wasn’t huge, but he made do with what the good Lord had given him. Allyson seemed to like his dick. He smoothed his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He wanted to find Allyson, bring her to his room and decorate her in whipped cream for the holidays. She liked to use toys in the bedroom. Maybe they could find a twenty-four hour sex shop and buy a little more Christmas cheer.

His phone beeped, bringing him out of his mini-fantasy. He sighed. He needed to head upstairs to the party, but he couldn’t get her out of his brain. What if she wasn’t there? What if Allyson paired off with someone else? He wasn’t sure he wanted to see her with another man. He’d kept things casual with her, so he only had himself to blame if she did decide to dump him for good.

He’d worry about her later. She might not be there, but there was a chance she’d come to Vegas and wanted to heat up the holidays with him.

Jordy stood and removed the Santa hat long enough to don the mask. Wearing a masquerade mask for the duration of the party seemed a little much, but whatever. He unzipped and loosened his belt. He needed to tuck his keycard into the little pocket inside his dress pants. Jordy locked his keys and wallet in the room safe, then strolled out of the room in the direction of the elevator. He pressed the button and while he waited for the car, he noted the eight doors in the hallway leading to various rooms. Getting a suite proved to be smart and secluded. He had more room and fewer people to deal with in the elevator. Would he run into Allyson? He hoped so.​

 

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By day, Wendi Zwaduk wrangles moose (you should see her black lab, he’s massive), juggles cats (she has three who believe dinner time comes at 1am and 3 am, plus about three times in between), and shuttles the tot. She’s a mom, football enthusiast, race fan and a sucker for anything blue.

By night, she writes love stories and feeds her inner romantic. She believes second chance romance is awesome no matter what the pairing. She also writes under the pen name of Megan Slayer and is published with Loose Id, Totally Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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He’ll unleash her indecent desires…in the most provocative way possible

Working for a celebrated photographer of lush nudes, many with BDSM themes, isn’t easy for Jodi. She’s full-figured, wholesome and longing for Mac, her bad boy boss. His shaggy hair, wicked tat and total hotness make her dream of ditching her work as his assistant to get down on her knees as his eager sub. If he’d only notice her.

Who says he hasn’t? As laid-back as they come, Mac can’t get over how uptight Jodi is around him…like he might bite her. Not what he has in mind. Her guileless nature and voluptuous figure do dangerous things to his self-control.

Lucky for him a client’s request has Jodi finally yielding to her sensual nature, because Mac’s fully prepared to dominate, demanding her submission, delivering punishment. In other words, an erotic takeover.  Teaser Ad One

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Rough music thundered through the studio where Mac Callaghan photographed lush nudes. The bass alone conjured images of uncivilized sex, a man’s muscled body glistening with sweat, a woman’s pliant mouth opened on a soft, surrendering moan.

Mac strode across the spacious area, his feet bare, movements fluid, similar to a wild animal on the prowl. In his left hand, he held shackles. In his right, a leather strap, thick and brutal. At thirty-two, he was Hollywood’s premier photographer of women in varying stages of undress—lush, black-and-white portraits, many with BDSM themes of females delighting in being taken, ravished, enjoyed.

Jodi Bishop’s upper lip stuck to her teeth, her mouth was that dry. Tonguing her lip loose, she drank in Mac. At six-three, he was sinewy and solid. So damn male it made a woman forget to breathe. She dragged in some much-needed air but still felt woozy. Mac’s black tee hugged his broad shoulders and pecs just as Jodi would have liked to do. Beneath his left sleeve, a bold tat peeked out, its wide swirls gracing his brawny biceps.

God help her, she ached to lick the design then kiss her way down to his well-worn jeans. The denim hung low on his lean hips, caressing his firm ass, powerful thighs and the amazing bulge between his legs.

Jodi leaned up for a better look. Her chair squeaked. She flinched at the noise, which sounded huge, despite the music, but that didn’t keep her from ogling him.

Mac had an erection, its rigid length unmistakable behind his fly. Jodi’s head swam. She inched her attention to his large hands. His thumb stroked the irons that would soon be around a model’s slender wrists. He tapped the strap against his leg as though to remind himself of its future use. The leather swatting a woman’s plush ass, pinking up those cheeks, delivering punishment before intense warmth and pleasure followed.

Swallowing hard, Jodi warned herself to look away. Right—fat chance of that. For too many nights, she’d imagined herself stripped bare and restrained, her ass, breasts and cunt exposed for Mac’s delight and use. His hot, wet mouth on her nipples, his stubble rasping her softer flesh, his fingers exploring her cleft and needy clit.

She shivered at the thought of him playing lusty adult games with her, taking charge of her body and pleasure as her Dom. Jodi had little doubt he’d be good in the role. For the last several months, she’d been his assistant, seeing him in glorious action here. He might deliver his orders to the models in an even voice, but there was raw power behind his words. His commands were always uncompromising when it came to how he expected them to react for the camera.

“Show me you want this,” he’d ordered more than once as he’d clicked shot after shot of them being paddled, displayed, thoroughly corrupted. “Beg for more,” he’d demanded.

The model’s eyes would glaze over at his compelling baritone before they’d give him the expression he craved as an artist…and possibly as a man. Most of the women clearly wanted Mac, boasting when he wasn’t around about how they’d be the first to get him in the sack. Jodi couldn’t blame them for fantasizing about him.

He was freaking gorgeous, his features sinfully virile. A strong profile, silky black brows, eyes so blue the color didn’t seem real, sooty lashes, bronze complexion and a shadow of a beard that would make a confirmed celibate whimper.

Jodi bit back a moan.

He wore his black hair longish and shaggy, the ends dangling over his forehead and curling around his ears. One lobe sported an earring—a simple black stud that made him more tempting than a pirate—while the thick ridge behind his fly had her trembling with too much desire.

Jodi stopped herself from gaping at what he had below his waistband again. Her gaze crept north once more, past his torso to his chest, neck, bristly jaw, luscious—

“Hey, doll.”

The male model—Rocco something—stood at the side of Jodi’s desk, interrupting her indecent journey up Mac.

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“Adam won’t know what hit him. He’ll definitely understand the meaning of ‘payback’s a bitch’ when I’m through with him.” Lark laid all four outfits on the bed and gazed at them.
Red, blue and two black mega short skirts with silk midriff-baring halter tops—but which would be best for a fun prank?
“Just don’t hurt him.” Bobby’s gruff voice hinted at concern for his longtime friend, who was about to be punked.
“Don’t be worried. I’ll treat him as I would my Chevy Impala and shift him gently.”
They both laughed.
She lifted the red set. This one would do nicely. Kneeling beside the bed, she looked underneath and reached as far as she could. Once she touched the tops of the matching red stiletto knee-high boots, she grinned. Perhaps topping her outfit off with her vibrant red wig would be the icing on the cake. Yes! She yanked the heels free from their hiding place.
“There’s nothing to worry about. You go do your business deal with Fairfax Motors and land us a new sponsor, and I’ll take care of your good friend.”
“Adam’s been talking about financially backing us too. That would be great for us.”
Lark sat on the side of the bed. “Great. We definitely won’t turn away money. But,” she frowned. “You’re not pimping me out, to score some green, are you?”

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 Inside Scoop: No holds barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.

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She loved men. Loved being sexy and free to do what she wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating to put herself out there for a man to lust after.

Sex—or sexy dancing, in this case—was fun, wild and could be as down and dirty as consenting adults wanted it to be. And she loved sex. Lots of it and as often as possible. Which lately wasn’t all that often.

She made no apology about being liberated and secure enough to explore and appreciate life. Her sex was always protected and she never bent that rule. There was nothing sexier than naked, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, panting, driving one another mad with pleasure. But she chose her partners wisely.

Lately, no men interested her enough to go beyond short conversations. The thrill of meeting someone new, feeling instant chemistry and seeing where things could lead held very little appeal. The older she got, the less she cared about being a part of the singles scene. It was exhausting to fight off the creeps out there.

Turning her back to him, she circled her body back around in front of him. Hearing his guttural “Jesus mother of God,” she glanced over her shoulder and winked at him.

His fingers were white from gripping the chair too tight and his stare was fixed on her ass. He licked his lips.

Likes that, does he?

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Content Warning: M/F/M, M/M, M/F

 

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The seductive blonde rushed away.

A damn fine ass beneath dark-blue scrubs. Her perfect-sized globes would fill his palms nicely and then some. He loved a woman with plump curves that he could explore for hours.

Once she had disappeared from sight, he let go of the door and strode across the room to the small table in the corner where his best friend and coworker, Brody, sat.

He took his seat and pulled the plate of fries toward him. He added a dollop of ketchup and sprinkled salt over his lunch.

“You’re going to kill yourself eating like that,” Brody groused.

Chase shrugged. “Eating like you do, I’d starve. Men don’t eat salads.” He bit into his burger, savoring the brilliant succulent mixture of beef, onions and relish. It might be a cafeteria burger, but hunger filled him and he needed fuel to make it through the rest of the day.

“This is my kind of healthy and the garden greens are good. A man should be conscious of what he puts in his body. If he wants to live beyond forty.”

He scowled at Brody’s salad, garlic bread, pizza slice and two apples. The man ate like that all the time. It always amazed Chase that his friend had any energy with such wimpy foods. In his opinion, a man needed loads of meat and grease after long hours of work.

Brody put in a lot of time at the gym as well—as if lugging pounds of wood, tools and steel weren’t enough—and took great care of himself. His workout regimen kept him fit and muscular. His best friend was built like a house.

But Chase couldn’t leave good food—burgers especially—behind.

He swallowed. “I can kick your ass any day. My body’s healthy and strong.”

“We’ll see who wins next time we’re at the gym. So, did you get her number?”

Chase chuckled at the disgust in his friend’s voice. “No and I didn’t get her name, either.”

Brody arched a brow. “Wow, I’m impressed with her then. The first woman to say no to you.”

“Oh, she didn’t say that. She issued a challenge to find out her name, if I wanted to. She’s flat-out interested.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Women love me, what can I say?”

“And you love them back so much more.”

“Well, hell yes. Isn’t that why God made women? For us mere men to worship and cherish?”

Brody shook his head and swallowed. “If you say so.”

“Come on. I know you don’t do the dating thing, choosing to love ‘em and leave ‘em, but you love women as much as I do.”

His friend nodded. “I’ll give you that. But I don’t do the hunting.”

“The hunt is half the fun. Plus, this woman, she had a different vibe. Did you get a good look at those ocean-colored eyes? Damn, my dick swelled from them alone.”

Brody shook his head. “You’re so poetic. But yeah, I saw them. She has a nice ass, by the way.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be immune to her.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to join your challenge to find out her name. You’re on your own there, pal.”

“That’s okay. Then she’ll be all mine.”

He met Brody’s stare across the table. He practically saw Brody’s thoughts running the same journey as his.

They’d shared many women in the past, all the way back to the first one. Mrs. Schuster who’d lived four blocks from where they lived.

A divorced, smokin’ hot woman, she loved wearing short skirts, tight tops and high heels. Once they’d come to appreciate women, he and Brody had found every excuse possible to be on her block to catch a glimpse of her tits nearly popping out of skirts riding high enough to expose a smidge of flesh.

She loved to taunt and tease many of the boys in their neighborhood, but she only allowed him and Brody to cross her doorstep. They became eighteen within days of one another and had gotten jobs at Chase’s father’s construction company.

After she’d hired them to reconstruct her back porch, she’d tutored Chase and Brody about women, sex and everything in between. Neither had been virgins, mind you, but they’d been learned more than they ever thought possible about pleasuring women from Audrie Schuster.

Though they didn’t share every woman they met, the number was high enough that they just went with the flow. They didn’t plan every encounter with women to involve both of them, and allowed things to happen as they worked out. If they both happened to be attracted to the same woman, then they took advantage of a threesome if she showed interest. Chase had yet to find a woman whod said no to them.

“I suppose if you’re going to make the effort to find out more about her, then you should get the girl in the end,” Brody pulled Chase from his thoughts.

“You’re not interested at all?”

Brody met his gaze head-on and smirked. “She’s fuckin’ hot.”

“I noticed. We won’t close any doors yet, all right? I can tell already that you’d like to have five minutes with her.”

“Fuck five minutes. She looks like at least an hour to me.”

Chase chortled and gathered their garbage. No time to sit around and moon over the mystery woman — work needed to get done.

The new Neonatal Wing of the hospital would not build itself and needed its two managers to oversee everything. With his father’s waning health, Chase had taken over the huge task of managing Dunn Construction.

Thankfully, he had Brody, also a project manager, to help him.

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

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Blurb:

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!

 

Excerpt:
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.

Jesus.

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?

 

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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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Title: Nightlord Lover

Author: Kathy Kulig

Series: Vampires of New Hope series

Genre: Erotic Vampire romance/ménage

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Release Date: July 23rd 2014

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Blurb: Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade–vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere–enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.

Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious when they’re close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.

 

Excerpt:

Larissa donned her coat, grabbed a shopping sack and headed onto the crowded streets. It was dark, early evening, and the sidewalks were still packed. She couldn’t help but think about Garrick’s warning about the towpath and ghost. It was a short cut to the store and she didn’t want to leave Jordan alone for long. Not that she didn’t trust Jordan, but she was new and might not be able to answer a customer’s question. As she stood by the entrance of the path, two joggers ran across the parking lot and onto the towpath. See? If it was safe enough for them, why not her?

Deciding to ignore Garrick’s warning, she followed the joggers and speed–walked toward the bridge. The trail was peaceful, a great place to jog and not so isolated that she felt unsafe. The sounds of traffic and Christmas music in the distance comforted her. The joggers passed the bridge and were out of sight. Stuffing her hands in her coat pocket, she hurried along the grassy path.

Under the bridge, she rushed up the steps leading to the street. Her hands shook when she entered the small grocery store. She refused to get spooked by superstitions. She picked up coffee, milk, yogurt and fresh berries. The fruit was way over priced for this time of year but she needed a taste of summer. Then she stopped at the wine store for a bottle of merlot. She hoped by inviting Jordan for dinner, she might find out what she knew about the town and its mysterious people like Garrick, Ramon and Kashia. On the way home, she took the canal towpath again, refusing to allow a legend to spook her.

Something tugged on her hair and she jumped, almost dropping her shopping sack. Laughing, she gripped onto her bag and marched under the bridge. She was scaring herself for no reason.

This time a shadow crossed her path.

“You will be my crimson slave,” a man’s voice whispered close to her ear. She felt his breath, felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Crying out, Larissa spun around but no one was there.

She glanced up and down the path and saw no one running away. To one side was a wall leading up to the bridge. Even a tall person couldn’t leap to the top. The only other way off the path was to jump into the canal. She would’ve heard a splash if the man was crazy enough to do that in this weather. Was it the ghost, or something else?

Her body chilled then flashed with heat. A shiver raised goose bumps over her skin. If it was a ghost then she had nothing to fear. A ghost couldn’t harm her, only frighten her if she let it.

The shadow and a breeze sped passed her and Larissa was slammed against the cold stone wall. All the air rushed out of her lungs and she gasped for a breath to scream.

The weight of a muscular body pressed her against the wall as hands moved up her hips and waist. Oh God, she was going to be raped or murdered or both. With all her strength she tried to kick, tried to swing her arms to fight, but she was paralyzed.

Her pulse thundered in her head. Finally she found the courage to open her eyes and face her attacker. The Goth guy who was on her balcony. “You.”

“Yes, little one. I’m claiming you. Taking what’s rightfully mine.” His scorching gaze moved down her length, kicking up her heartbeat and heating her skin. Despite the violence, she felt woozy, sensually achy, his touch tempting. Her head leaned back and rested against the stone, the fight and fear being replaced by erotic desire.

What was wrong with her? “What are you doing?” she murmured.

“Wait and see.” His booted foot shoved her feet apart. A muscular thigh eased between her legs. The buttons of her coat opened and cold air chilled her body. Fear rose to the surface again. She shuddered as his mouth glided over her neck, teeth scraping her skin. “This might hurt a little. It’ll be over quick,” he said.

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Kathy Kulig is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance whose works include paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, and suspense. She has published (or has contracted to publish) nearly 20 novels, novellas and short stories with various publishers and via self-publishing. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist, research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. In her spare time, she can be found mountain biking, traveling, lounging on the beach with a good book or having dinner out with her husband. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania.

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