Feature Friday ~ Confessions of a Chocoholic by London St. James #AudioBook #ERom @LSJRomance

Posted in Feature Friday, Kacey Hammell by kaceyhammell

Narrated by Laura King
Listening Time: 1 hr and 15 mins
Genre(s): M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance, Humor
Heat Level: 3
Audiobook Available At: Amazon Amazon UK Audible Audible UK iTunes

Like countless single mothers, Lexi Collins wears many hats. Loving daughter. Big sister. Sole breadwinner. Freelance photographer. Graphic designer. Best friend. But while those roles are fulfilling, the one thing that eludes her is finding the right partner in life.

When Colton Westmore, the sexy owner of the popular dating site, LoveMatch.com sweeps Lexi off her feet, her chances of finally grabbing that golden ring increase exponentially, but a bleached blonde bombshell threatens to put an end to Lexi’s new found happiness.

Are her assumptions about Colton wrong? And if so, there’s only one woman who can ruin the magic between them, and that woman is Lexi herself.

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Enjoy an Excerpt:

Colton took the few steps it required to cross the space, put his drink on the table behind me, and took the camera from around my neck. He placed it on the plush banquette tucked around the table. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.

“You’ve been thinking about removing my camera?”

“No.” He dipped his head, and brushed his lips across mine in a whisper-soft touch. A burn started and seemed to smolder between my legs. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your lips.”

Unable to stop myself, I dropped my unopened can. It made a dull thud when it hit the floor beside me. I stood up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his strong neck, and pressed my lips to his.

His large hand rested between my shoulder blades and the other on my lower back. I actually hated the shirt I had on. Even though it was lightweight, the barrier of the material kept me from feeling his flesh on mine. My thoughts quickly changed back to his tongue as it traced along the curve of my upper lip. He nibbled at me. His hand slipped up to the back of my moist neck. He twined his fingers into my curls and tugged gently at the base of my hair, pulling my head back. He kissed my jaw. My exposed throat. Nuzzled his nose in the hollow there.

“You taste salty sweet,” he said in a voice that tantalized.

Feeling lightheaded, I moaned when he did a combination of open mouth caresses and teeth-nibbles on my skin. But, when he swept his lips up to my ear and drew the fleshy lobe into his mouth, I wanted to crumple.

“That feels so good,” I said. I shuddered in his arms.

“You’re beautiful, Lex.”

His warm breath gusting across my hot flesh and his words were enough to make chills ripple down my spine.

I slid my hands along the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles I had to see. I tugged at the bottom, lifting. “Take this off,” I said in a breathless pant, throwing any pretense of caution to the wind.

Colton brought his head up from my neck. Without hesitation, he ripped the T-shirt from over his head and dropped it. Tanned skin, immense biceps, large pectorals with small, pebbled, copper-colored nipples, and a slab of abdominal muscles greeted me.

I reached for him and fingered the ripples on his stomach before I kissed his flesh, peppering his chest with hot kisses. When I flicked his nipple with my tongue, the muscles beneath my hand and mouth jumped. I lightly bit. He groaned and moved the hair from my face. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. He was looking at me with an intensity that shook me for a moment, but I didn’t have time to dwell upon the emotion because he picked me up and sat my backside down on the table. My legs dangled over the edge. My flip-flops took a nosedive.

“Are you sure you want this?” Colton asked.

“What if I said I never wanted anything more?”

He unbuttoned my shirt and folded back the cotton fabric.“What if I said, I know.” It wasn’t a question.
You Can Find the Ebook Here: Amazon Amazon UK ARe BookStrand Evernight

About London:
London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her website, www.londonsaintjames.com, her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @LSJRomance.

3Apr2016

Sunday Snippet ~ Trouble in Paradise by London St. James #Giveaway #ERom #Western @LSJRomance

Posted in Guest Author, Kacey Hammell, Sunday Snippet by kaceyhammell

If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to Dallas.Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy
men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble
in Paradise.

Having Doc McNab as competition, being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her
employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning
the sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an
old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him, but that wasn’t going to stop the man
from trying.

With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s
childhood sucked. He’d been jerked up more so than raised by his ex-convict of
a father, eventually leaving the girl and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all
grown and back in Sutton’s life, willing to do whatever it takes to stay there.

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Western Romance, Multiple
Partners, Suspense, Spanking, Series

Please Note: This is the novel length book following the

introductory novella Welcome to Paradise in the Paradise Ranch Series

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What do readers have to say about Trouble in Paradise?

5 sexy stars!! Whoo I may need to be hosed down after reading this sexy, sexy book!! Melissa –Amazon

Whoo! What a twisting turning, one hell of a cliff hanger, roller coaster ride that was. –Cutting Muse Blog Review

It’s a must read book. Shelly – Goodreads

Excerpt:

Kale McNab (a.k.a. the devil) chuckled then ran his fingers through the strands of his brown-sugar-colored hair, mussing them as he eyed her chest. “Nice shirt, cowgirl.”

“Right. Don’t you really mean nice tits?”

“That, too,” he said, lifting his gaze up to her face. A second later, he glanced over to her truck. “What happened?”

“I was trying to find out when you interrupted me.”

“By all means,” he said, gesturing with his arm out in a cheesy game-show host kind of way. “Don’t let me stop you. Commence with the show.”

His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again.

Sutton’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

He locked gazes with her. “You know. All that jiggling about and hand waving you were doing was
cute.”

“Jiggling about?” She lifted her chin and set her shoulders. “Cute?” she asked, piqued.

“Yeah,” he said, strolling past her to peek over the front of her pick-up. “Do you know anything
about motors?”

“No.”

“So why look under the hood?”

Ugh. Even after all these years, the guy was just as infuriating as he was when he
was a boy tormenting her on their bus rides to and from school.

With nothing else to do, because she wasn’t going to answer him, Sutton observed Kale poke
around under the hood, seeing the cords flex in his tanned forearms. Why, oh why, did the devil need to wear muscle-hugging T-shirts and worn button fly blue jeans?

A second later, he shook his head. “Sutton. Looks like your engine is shot to shit.” He returned his attention to her with those green eyes of his. “You better call Tucker to come tow it since”—He patted the top of the front wheel well—“this old Ford isn’t going anywhere without one.”

“Dang it.” She spun around.

“Where ya headed?” he asked.

“Back inside the hardware store to have them unload the bed of the truck and to call Macinroy.”

Kale caught up to her and kept pace. “Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re
ticked?”

She slowed.

He followed suit.

Sutton stopped.

So did he.

She turned to gawk at him.

Kale met her gaze. “You have the greenest eyes. They remind me of expensive jewels.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said.

His lips quirked up at the corners while he stood there oozing confidence and dangerous bad boy
charm. “I assure you. I’m always serious when it comes to sexy women.”

She rolled those “jewels” of hers at him. “How is that working out for you?”

“Hm?”

“This whole slicker’n owl shit thing you have going on,” she said, making an air circle
with her hand in front of him. “Do women really fall for your line of crap?”

He chuckled. “Crap, huh?”

“Kale, you’re so full of it, I’m surprised your eyes aren’t brown.”

“Hell, Sutton.” He reached out and swiped a stray lock of hair from her sweaty face—his
knuckles briefly brushing against her damp neck. “You really do know how to cut a notch in a guy’s ego.”

“I’m sure your ego can handle having a notch or two whittled away.” She resumed her trek to
the front doors of the store. For some reason, which eluded her, Kale kept pace. “Why are you following me?”

“Darlin’,” he said in a pitying, you-poor-clueless-little-thing manner which made her grit her teeth. “I was on my way to your ranch, but I saw you jumping and waving around at the front of your truck, so I thought I’d pull in here and see if I could lend a hand.”

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About London:

I love: Coca-Cola, anything chocolate, reading, writing, singing, dancing, movies, listening to thunder storms, watching it rain, the mountains, the ocean, orchids, great smiles, and guys with brooding eyes and great scowls.

So, I write erotic romance (mostly) although I have one or two sweet romances bopping around out there in the great big world of published books. If you want to know more about them, you can pop on over to my website.

If you want to know a little bit more about me, you can find me on social media, you know, Facebook, Twitter and such. Oh, and you are cordially invited to come join my FB group Slip Between the Pages with London where you can ask me about any of my books, or if you just want to talk about something random such as the best way to make a horrible meatloaf, I’m your girl. *Smiles* We have a lot of fun in that group. *Whispers conspiratorially* Sometimes we spike the punch. Shh…Don’t tell.

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3Feb2016

#MidWeekTease ~ “You, belong to me now, Patrice.” #MWTease #DarkTalesDiaries #Audio @LSJRomance

Posted in Kacey Hammell, Mid Week Tease by kaceyhammell

Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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Today’s tease I’m sharing with the awesome London St. James.

Here is a look into “Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three”, London’s latest release….

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three
Narrated by: John Thrust
Listening Time: 2hrs 2 min

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
Please Note: This is a series best if read/listened to in order

Read an Excerpt from Dance for Me:
The first time I’d met Mr. Armitage we’d been seated next to each other at a wedding reception. I remember thinking he reminded me of a slightly older version of Travis Fimmel, only with hunter-green eyes, and temptingly tousled chocolate-colored hair. While we’d never crossed paths before that day, we found out during small talk over dinner, we had a mutual friend in the bride. When dinner was over and the music started, he asked me to dance. I would have said yes, but my time with him was interrupted by an emergency call.

Damn cell phones.

The second time I met Mr. Armitage was by complete accident. Not that I ran into him in a grocery store or something. No. It was an accident quite simply because, he was the last man I was expecting to see. Let me qualify. I’d been making some discrete inquiries about an exclusive, member’s only—for lack of a better description—sex club. So, I wasn’t at all prepared when I scheduled a casual meet and greet lunch with the owner of said club, and he turned out to be the sexy, charismatic man who’d asked me to dance at a wedding reception two months earlier.

After I took another deep breath or two, all right, maybe it was more like three, I opened the door, and stepped into the room where the most handsome man I’d ever seen awaited. Unlike the last two times we met, I was at least semi-prepared for the devastating smile he wore.

It took six steps before I arrived to where he was seated. He watched me approach, his gaze sweeping over me from my black pumps to the top of my head before he stood and swiped his large hand down the front of his deep-purple tie.

“Mr. Armitage,” I greeted, extending out my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in contact again so soon.”

“No?”

“No. But it’s good to see you.”

Damon took hold of my proffered appendage, but instead of a shake, he lifted my hand to his bent head and brushed his lips over the backs of my knuckles in a soft and lingering manner before letting me go.

“Ms. Wyngate,” he said in a voice that slipped over every inch of my body like a velvet blanket. God. The man’s voice was amazing. Then I was walloped when he met my gaze. I wasn’t at all sure if it was his confidence, his voice, the remaining sensation of his lips on my flesh, or his piercing eyes that gave me the good kind of chills. However, I had to consider it very well may be the combination of them all. “The pleasure is assuredly mine.”

“Please,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. “Have a seat.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“May I have my assistant bring you something to drink? A Pellegrino perhaps?”

Evidently my question pleased him since he hit me with his pearly whites once more. “You remembered.”

I don’t think I could forget one single thing about my last meeting with him, not even what he preferred to drink.

“Yes,” I said.

He waved a dismissive hand. “Thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”

“All right,” I said, taking my seat across from him.

“I’ve gone over all the information, keeping in mind what we personally discussed last week, as well what you submitted to me.”

I nodded.

“What you’ve requested is very specific.”

“Are specifics a bad thing?”

He gave a low laugh. “On the contrary. I have found a man whom I believe is exactly what you’re looking for.”

My stomach dipped. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed as he reached into his dark gray suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s his personal and medical information.”

Damon placed the envelope on the table and slid it across to me with the tips of his obviously manicured fingers.

“Okay,” I said, plucking it up. “Do you want me to read this right now?”

He inclined his head.

Opening the envelope, I slid the paper out. After making sure I had a firm grip on my control in order to keep my hands from shaking, I allowed my attention to fall to the page I held.

Caucasian Male. 41 years of age.

Height: 6’-2”

Weight: 182lbs

Hobbies: Biking, hiking, racket ball, parasailing, scuba diving.

Occupation: Entrepreneur/Self employed

Sexual orientation: Straight

Family and marital status: Divorced. No children.

Then I read the detailed medical report from the sexually transmitted disease (STD) testing doctors.

Non tobacco user. Non smoker. Negative for HIV.

There were no sexually transmitted diseases or any type of communicable diseases. No major or even minor health problems. No family history of mental instability. I even knew this man’s blood type.

My eyes rounded.

Name: Damon Armitage

My head popped up and I looked at him, muttering, “You?”

“Tell me, Ms. Wyngate. Do you agree with my recommendation?”

I froze. Shocked. In fact, I don’t even believe I was blinking.

“Ms. Wyngate?”

“Yes,” I said, focusing in on his stunning face.

He chuckled. “Would that be a ‘yes’ you agree?”

I carefully placed the paper down in front of me on the oak conference room table, and crossed my hands, sitting them atop the document I’d just read. “I’m. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m a little surprised,” I finally offered.

With a tilt to his head as though studying me he asked, “Why?”

“I guess….” I paused, trying to gather my addled thoughts. “I’m not sure. I suppose when I talked with you about what I was looking for; I just assumed you would—”

“Patrice,” he said, stopping my ramblings. “Make no mistake. From the first moment I saw you walk into Dana and Josh’s wedding reception, I wanted you for myself.”

This statement completely took me aback. Damon was commanding and sexy as all hell, and I couldn’t believe I interested him. I’m sure the man could have his pick of beautiful, sexually progressive women who knew all the ins and outs of the world he lived in.

“You did?” I asked, still attempting to wrap my mind around him wanting me.

He nodded. “Oh, yes. When you told me what you were looking for, what you desired, I knew you would be mine. There was no way I would arrange for any other man to possess you.” He met my gaze, dead on. “What you’re searching for and what I’ve been searching for are a perfect match. You wish to test your boundaries. Long to give up control. I enjoy having control. Trust me.” His voice had gone low. “It will be my greatest pleasure to give you exactly what you need.”

My mouth went dry. “It will?”

“Yes,” he said, assuredly. “Now. All I need is your agreement.”

I glanced down and studied my hands, and for the first time in my life, I felt unsure. Not of him. I had no doubt he was completely capable of giving me what I wanted. I wasn’t even unsure of myself. It was…Well, I wasn’t sure I could release the words from my mouth that would make this whole thing real.

“Patrice?” he questioned.

“Okay,” I said.

“Look at me.”

I did, struck by the charisma and sexual pull of this man. It surrounded him like an aura of pulsing power, bringing attention to the throbbing ache between my thighs.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you agree?”

Straightening my spine, I said, “Yes, Damon. I agree.”

He smiled, wide and bright. “That’s what I wanted.” There was a slight pause. “Tomorrow afternoon you will receive a little something from me via courier. You will wear what I send. My driver will arrive at your home tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to pick you up and bring you to me at Indigo House.” He rose in a breathtaking fluidity from where he’d been seated. “When you arrive, you will be escorted up to one of the private play rooms. You’ll wait for me there. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He walked to where I was seated and held out a hand. I took it, wrapping my fingers around his and stood. He used his knuckles to methodically outline my jaw, then he tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gazed into his eyes, watching the pupils grow larger and darker, eating up the green of them as though he were starving for me. Longing zipped down the length of my body. Damon curled his palm around the base of my skull—securing me. Two heartbeats passed.

I shivered when he leaned down and whispered, his warm breath bathing my ear in sweet sensation. “Have no doubt. You, belong to me now, Patrice.”

He kissed me. One simple, soft, chaste kiss on the lips. But it was enough to almost bring me to my knees.

You can find the audiobook here: Amazon Amazon UK Audible Audible UK iTunes

Direct Link DTD3 Audio Sample: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-audio-sample

What do people have to say about Dark Tales Diaries?

DTD 1

If you want a great on the go story, this collection is a sexy way to break up the day. —Long and Short Reviews

I thought this book was crazy sexy and very entertaining. — Up All Night Read All Day Reviews

DTD 2

If you ask me this is a must read, I can’t wait for Vol 3. —Kindle Customer

From a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O–yeah, you read that correctly–there’s definitely something for everyone in Ms. James’ Dark Tales Diaries volumes. —Audible Review

About London

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.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

You can also find out more about London at the following locations:

Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomance

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

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1Dec2015

Spotlight ~ Dark Tales Diaries 3 by London St. James #Rubenesque #Menage #MustRead @LSJRomance @EvernightPub

Posted in Guest Author, Kacey Hammell, romance by kaceyhammell

Dark Tales Diaries, 3

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?
When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.
For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.
Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking

Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0170VTLNI
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Diaries-London-Saint-James-ebook/dp/B0170VTLNI/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darktalesdiariesvolumethree-1911336-147.html
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-by-london-saint-james/
Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27259379-dark-tales-diaries

Adult Excerpt:

“Take off the dress.”
I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon’s clothing was, putting my dress there, too.
“Goddamn.” The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. “Leave the panties and the heels on.”
“All right.”
When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.
I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand.
“Give me your other hand, too.” I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. “I’m going to attach these to that chain,” he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he’d said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn’t sure what he did behind me, I couldn’t really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. “Good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet.
Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.
Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man.
“Perfection,” he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. “Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit.” After I complied, Damon’s strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. “Tilt your head to the right.”
As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.
Bull’s-eye.
“Ooh…,” I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.
“So nice and wet,” he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. “Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel.”
With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely.
My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed.
“Oh God.” That fast he was going to make me come and come hard.
“That’s it,” he said, voice low and guttural. “Come for me.”
I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms.
I’m not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move.
Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet.
“Press your sweet ass out for me.”
A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I’d never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn’t pain. Not yet.
The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.
I heard him speak four simple words.
“Dance for me, angel.”
I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over.
This is what I’d been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated.
When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.
Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. “Aah, yes!”
I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.
He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.

About London
London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her website, http://www.londonsaintjames.com, her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @LSJRomance.
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6Feb2015

Interview with London St. James #Gothic #Paranormal @LSJRomance @EvernightPub

Posted in Evernight Publishing, Guest Author, Kacey Hammell, New Release, romance by kaceyhammell

Good morning, London. Thanks for stopping by!
Congratulations on your newest release, “Rise of the Lost Prince”.

Thanks so much for having me! I’m super happy to be here. *Smiles* and does *Wiggles*

What can you tell us about the Lost Boys Series?
We’ve got some super sexy alpha males. Some evil darklings. A few battles. Some steamy moments of kissing (and other things) *Winks* A romance. An adventure. Oh, and Neverland which is an abandoned seaside amusement park in ruins.

What inspired you to write the series?
My muse had been pondering a story based loosely on Peter Pan, only with warrior types and a badass version of Peter, which is named Petúr. FYI, my muse is a bit crazy, because I was in the middle of writing another story, when the muse said stop and write about Neverland. Crazy as it might be, I listen to my muse, as I always do, sat the story I was writing aside for the moment, and brought Neverland and the Lost Boys to life. Problem was, the characters had much more to say. Maybe that’s not really a problem. *Smiles* But, we’ll see the rest of the cast of characters again, since Rise of the Lost Prince turned into the first in the Lost Boy series.

Will you be standing in line on Feb 14 to see the 50 Shades of Grey movie or will you pass?
I hate standing in lines. I only did that one time for a movie and I don’t want to do it again. I can’t stand all the crowding around me, so no I will pass on the whole line thing and watch the movie when it comes out in DVD format.

Name the biggest things about this business that make you frustrated?
Being a small fish in a big sea and trying to keep from being eaten alive by the sharks. Oh, wait. Did I just have a Finding Nemo flashback! *Smiles*

If you could write a book with any one author, who would it be?
Oh my gosh. That’s a super hard question. I love so many authors and their writing styles. It would be hard to pick only one author. I know. Why don’t you and I write a book together? It would be a blast!
Kacey: Would be a blast!! *g*

What are you writing next?
I have to take a moment and insert a *chuckle* here. I have so many projects on my plate I actually need a platter, or a whole dining room table to stack them all on. But, I’m really trying hard to work on book two of my Bad Boy Fever series. The follow up novel length book of my western erotic romance Novella length book Welcome to Paradise, called Trouble in Paradise. And, I could go on and on, but that would get boring. Let’s just say there’s no rest for the wicked! *Smiles*

Title: Rise of the Lost Prince

Series: Lost Boys

Written by: London Saint James

Published by: Evernight Publishing

Release: February 6, 2015

Word Count: 32K

Genre: M/F Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Fairytale, Fantasy, Action/Adventure, Gothic

Warning: Voyeurism, Violence

Book Trailer html:

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YouTube Link for Book Trailer:
http://youtu.be/NUAx126pzIw

Blurb:

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world…

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys.

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

Buy Links:

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/London-Saint-James/e/B005I7KJWY/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-riseofthelostprince-1740485-340.html

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rise-of-the-lost-prince-by-london-saint-james

Barnes & Noble Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/london-saint-james

LSJ Romance: http://www.londonsaintjames.com/evernight-publishing.html

Excerpt:

“Where are we going?” Wyndi asked.

“My room.” Five rapid heartbeats later, they were inside his bedroom with Petúr kicking the door closed behind them. “I need to know something,” he said in his honey tones.

Wyndi glanced up at him from under her lashes, and shivered. He was staring at her with eyes glinting gold. The braid he wore in his hair dangled down the right side of his cheek, tickling her.

“What do you want to know?”

“This.”

Petúr bent his head, slanted his mouth over hers, tongue tasting the line of her lips until she parted them on an intake of breath. When their flesh met, she closed her eyes. Fireworks exploded inside her head, the luminous sparks floating, then falling, falling, and transitioning into a force crashing down over her—a title wave of longing. She moaned, tasting the summer sky, morning dew, the sweetness of rainbows, sultry nights, and rain storms.

Mind whirling, her body shifting, she was lying on her back, fingers tangled into the nape of Petúr’s satiny hair, the other hand pressed against the steely strength of his shirt-covered chest. Every part of her became aware of him on some sort of molecular level. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what she experienced when he tucked himself between her thighs and groaned. Heat slammed into her core. Her stomach quivered. Her panties dampened. An inferno. Yes, surely it must be an inferno which lapped at her skin while their tongues tangled into infinity.

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Petúr was lost in an ocean of sensation, wave after wave, pulling him under. The connection to this woman beneath him was undeniable. Everything about Wyndi filled him up until there was nothing but her. Her taste. Her touch. Her scent. His chest expanded.

Damn, her scent. She tasted better than the cotton candy fragrance that wafted from her skin. Skin. Oh, yes, skin. That’s what he needed, to feel her soft skin against his.

“Wyndi.” He breathed, saddened to break the kiss, reaching over his shoulder, yanking the material of his shirt, lifting up with the other hand, and pulling the garment from over his head. “I must feel your flesh against mine.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.

“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.

He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.

Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.

Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”