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Saturday, 31 December 2016
Out Now—Hot #lesfic Window Dressing by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985
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Friday, 30 December 2016
Out Now - The Billionaire Shifter’s Second Chance (Billionaire Shifters #3) by Diana Seere
Description:
A wildland firefighter -- and mountain lion shifter -- Edward is the
youngest of the Stanton siblings, and hasn't touched a woman in a
decade, not since his late fiancée was killed in a violent tragedy.
But when he meets the sweet, adorable Molly Sloan, a friend of his
new sister-in-law, Lilah... his determination to remain celibate
begins to unravel.
Something about Molly is irresistible. Something about her makes him
forget the past... and hear the Beat. But Edward will have to fight
for her -- forces are gathering to use her in ways that might
separate them forever.
The Billionaire Shifter's Second Chance is the third book in
the Billionaire Shifters Club series by Diana Seere, the paranormal
pen name for two New York Times and USA Today
bestselling romantic comedy authors. This book is a standalone
*within* a series.
* * *
Welcome
to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin
for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.
It’s
the hottest club in town.
The price
of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All you
need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by
someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their
blood.
Are you
ready?
Good.
Then let’s begin.
The
Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton
siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient
shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean
club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds
secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.
Excerpt
The art exhibit for their brother’s paintings was quite lovely, but
Edward Stanton was beginning to deeply regret being a supportive
sibling. Leaving his home in Montana, where the air smelled like
freedom and people didn’t glare – because there were so few
actual people – and coming to this festering hellhole called Boston
gave him good reason to twitch.
His sister’s words made him groan inwardly, though. If he told her
the truth, she would belittle him. If he lied, she would smell it on
him.
Of course she would. She was a bear shifter, with a nose most
vintners would kill to possess. Sophia could smell emotions. She
could sniff out subterfuge and intrigue, sex and anger. He was
certain she could smell lottery ticket winners, if she tried.
Not that a billionaire heiress would need such a skill.
Edward steeled himself, wishing he could hide scent the way he had
trained himself to hide emotion. Even shifters had limits, sadly.
“I’m tired. The jet seats weren’t comfortable,” he lied. A
powerful hum from some sort of heating and cooling system kicked in,
making his back teeth rattle. How much longer must he stay to be
polite? The city was full of too many unexpected vibrations and
jolts, sounds like jeers and mockery. His head began to throb, a
steady beat taking over.
Sophia rolled her eyes and took a small pastry from a tray as a
server passed by, stuffing it in her mouth. “You are the worst liar
ever. Didn’t you learn a thing from Derry? You would never guess
you’re brothers.”
Half brothers, he thought. Of the five Stanton children, Edward was
the only one without a full sibling. He was also the only mountain
lion shifter. He needed to roam. Desired space.
Craved land.
Downtown Boston, at an art gallery packed into a gentrified district
where people lived in apartments the size of thumbnails, was the
absolute opposite of what he wanted right now.
But they were here to support Derry in his art, and by God, he would
fake his way through this.
Even if Derry just ditched them to reunite with his human mate, the
limo speeding them off to Derry’s loft, leaving his cheerleading
squad stuck in this gallery, eating overcooked rumaki and pretending
to enjoy the other exhibits.
“I know you hate the city,” Sophia said, her voice dropping into
a compassionate whisper. “But that was years ago, a random tragedy.
We can help you. It’s sweet of you to come here for Derry.”
Edward’s body went cold. He didn’t want to talk about the past.
And he certainly did not want to talk about the last time he was in
Boston.
“Super sweet!” Molly, his sister-in-law’s friend, approached
him and Sophia, her bright blue eyes overly friendly, cheeks flushed
with excitement or wine. Or both.
His body responded to her presence, skin heating up, muscles
expanding as blood pumped with a ferocious, almost-unfair speed
designed to make him ready for...
For something he’d given up a decade ago.
About the Author:
Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/dianaseere. Sign up for her New Releases and Sales email newsletter here: eepurl.com/beUZnr
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Thursday, 29 December 2016
Cover Reveal - The Pine Forest (The Iridescent Realm Book 2) by @michelle_dare
Title: The Pine Forest
Series: The Iridescent Realm, #2
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Genre: Fantasy Romance
One touch, one spark, two lives forever changed.
Pine and Azure. The war between the two kingdoms lasted far too long. Peace was finally established, but the survivors would never forget who fought on the front lines. Oliver Sage had a reputation for being a ruthless knight. He’d seen enough death to last a lifetime and worked on putting the past behind him, although not all would let him forget.
Addison was the only daughter of King and Queen Azure. With three brothers, she knew she’d always be protected, but she also wanted to learn how to take care of herself. She was strong, had a good heart, and wanted to be treated as an equal. Magical abilities ran in her family, and she had one no one knew of.
Oliver had given his heart to one princess, until the night he dreamed of another. Addison was the last woman he should desire, especially given who she was. However, what if she wanted him as well? They’d hated each other their entire lives, but suddenly couldn’t resist the desire which built between them. There were also those who didn’t think they should be together. Forbidden romance could only stay hidden for so long in the dark depths of the Pine Forest.
Book One
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
Monday, 26 December 2016
New from @LisabetSarai Gray Christmas - You’re never too old for some holiday naughtiness...
New Release!
Gray Christmas
By Lisabet Sarai
Holiday erotic romance (X rated)
8,000 words
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You’re never too old for some holiday naughtiness
Blurb
Widowed author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve in snowy Boston, with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and her cat Vronsky. Her daughters have their own lives on the West Coast. Emma knows she can’t expect them to visit every holiday.
A loud crash from the apartment above her overturns her plans for a quiet evening at home. When she investigates, she meets Nick North, an energetic iconoclast with a gray ponytail, a silver earring and bright blue eyes that kindle feelings she’d thought were gone forever. Nick is her own age, maybe older, but his lean body and impish grin affect her as if she were a horny teenager.
Although Emma makes her living writing spicy romance, sex with a stranger seems ludicrous when you’re an arthritic grandmother in your sixties. Still, the attraction she feels for her charismatic upstairs neighbor appears to be reciprocated. A Christmas fling might be just what Emma needs to brighten her holiday.
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X-Rated Excerpt
Despite how horny I was, I was still too shy to tell him what I wanted. In the old days, I’d been brave, even brazen, but it had been so very long since I’d been with a man. I still couldn’t quite believe Nick wanted me. I’d never been beautiful, but back in my sex goddess days, I knew I was sexually attractive. I knew how to use my assets, my curves and my hollows, to please my partner and myself. Now, though? That was ancient history. All that formerly taut, responsive flesh sagged and bulged. How could he look at me without disgust?
“You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured, almost as if he’d read my mind. Bending at the waist, he took one nipple in his mouth. I moaned at the sudden bliss, humping his butt, writhing as he bit lightly into the engorged nub.
“And so sensitive, too…” He swiped his tongue across the other nip, then swallowed it and sucked hard.
“Oh…oh, Nick! Oh, God! I can’t stand it.”
He looked up, into my eyes. I lost myself in the blue.
“You want me to stop, Emma?”
“No, no—oh, I’m so embarrassed, but I want…” I couldn’t bring myself to go on.
He brushed his lips across mine. “Yes? What do you want, sweet lady?”
A hot blush spread across my cheeks, and my chest too. Inside my panties, I was melting.
“I—you know, Nick. I want you to fuck me. Please, Nick.”
His grin grew broader. “Of course. But not quite yet.”
Hooking his fingers under the elasticized waistband, he inched backward, pulling my pants and underwear down until my grizzled pubes were half exposed. “Lift up. Yes, that’s right.” The baggy sweatpants followed the sweater into oblivion.
The tidal scent of female arousal rose from my bared pussy. Nick filled his lungs. “Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re gorgeous!” He rolled to the side, off my body, then eased my thighs apart and positioned himself between them. “I’ve wanted to do this since the minute I saw you.”
“Don’t exaggerate—oh!”
Nick used his thumbs to part my still-bushy pubic curls and open my lower lips. Then he leaned forward to blow a stream of warm air across my clit. I jerked at the sudden pleasure, arching up to seek more direct stimulation. He responded with a long, firm stroke of his tongue along my exposed cleft. Before I could recover, he sank deeper, burrowing into my pussy as though he wanted to devour me.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.
Saturday, 24 December 2016
CHRISTMAS BLESSINGS TO ALL
May your Christmas sparkle with love, laughter and goodwill,
And may the year ahead be full of contentment and joy.
Merry Christmas
Blessings
H K
Friday, 23 December 2016
Out Now—Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks to Make you Think by The Brit Babes (@8britbabes)
Blurb
Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.
Featuring stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.
Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar
It started with a photograph.
A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.
I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.
I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.
I posted it online.
It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.
Until now.
I gave myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.
Already, I was addicted.
I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.
I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more. Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.
So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.
About The Brit Babes
So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!
Sunday, 18 December 2016
Out Now! Make a Wish by E.D. Parr - A Christmas #MMromance to make you tingle...
It’s the day before Christmas Eve and gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the intersection.
Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West gets out of his car and tries to push it to the side of the road.
Nick rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.
Dylan’s down on his luck, but Nick believes in magic.
Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.
Who is Nick Kringle?
With a name like that you might think he’s the jolly old elf in red, but Nick is a gorgeous guy who just happens to have a touch of the supernatural about him. He drives a red SUV, he delivers goods, and sometimes they’re straight from somewhere special—a place of magic and kindness.
Nick is gorgeous, kind, generous, loving just the kind of man that down on his luck Dylan West needs to run into. Could it be fate that makes his car break down unexpectedly almost next to Nick on the busy main street full of hectic Christmas shoppers and travelers? Maybe…
Read an Excerpt:
The city street glistened with rivers of red, green, bright pink, and
white light thrown there by the stores and cafés decked out for the holiday season. Rain fell in drifting sheets as a chill wind ravaged the shoppers rushing from one place to another, some laden with parcels, others hunched against the weather in their winter coats.
Nick parked his SUV in the first available space, opened the trunk with the interior lever, and leaped out. He didn’t feel the cold unless snow lay knee deep on the ground and even then, he enjoyed the beauty, and the way a new white fall would change the light, way too much to complain about the chill.
As he ran around to the back of his vehicle, the squeal of tires braking hard and the clamor of honking horns made him spin around. In the junction behind him, standing motionless, was a stalled car. Other drivers surged around the stationary vehicle, making everything worse by taking space in the oncoming lanes so that everyone crammed dangerously together.
The driver of the offending vehicle edged out of his open car door, narrowly missed by a small car that chanced overtaking just as the lights turned red.
Nick cast a keen gaze over the man, registering his muscled body beneath an inexpensive suit and his thick dark hair, pushed back from his forehead so that the front spiked up. Nick watched the man lean into the open driver’s side door and attempt to shove the heavy vehicle to the side of the road. The man’s pants stretched over his hard ass and a sigh of appreciation escaped Nick. With one hand on the wheel, and the other lodged in the gap between open door and car, the man clearly needed help. Nick clicked the trunk of his SUV closed and jogged over to help.
“Hi, I’ll lend a hand,” he called to the stranded driver. The man straightened to answer and Nick was face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen. Nick never hid his emotions. They shone from his ice-blue eyes and exuded from his well-toned body. He smiled at the man in a way he knew and didn’t care broadcast attraction, desire—pure sex.
Apparently unaffected by Nick’s charisma, the man gave a grateful nod. “Thanks.” He leaned into the task of pushing the car out of the way, as the traffic lined up behind him, and the sky opened with a fresh punishing downpour.
Copyright E.D. Parr Evernight Publishing 2016
Nick parked his SUV in the first available space, opened the trunk with the interior lever, and leaped out. He didn’t feel the cold unless snow lay knee deep on the ground and even then, he enjoyed the beauty, and the way a new white fall would change the light, way too much to complain about the chill.
As he ran around to the back of his vehicle, the squeal of tires braking hard and the clamor of honking horns made him spin around. In the junction behind him, standing motionless, was a stalled car. Other drivers surged around the stationary vehicle, making everything worse by taking space in the oncoming lanes so that everyone crammed dangerously together.
The driver of the offending vehicle edged out of his open car door, narrowly missed by a small car that chanced overtaking just as the lights turned red.
Nick cast a keen gaze over the man, registering his muscled body beneath an inexpensive suit and his thick dark hair, pushed back from his forehead so that the front spiked up. Nick watched the man lean into the open driver’s side door and attempt to shove the heavy vehicle to the side of the road. The man’s pants stretched over his hard ass and a sigh of appreciation escaped Nick. With one hand on the wheel, and the other lodged in the gap between open door and car, the man clearly needed help. Nick clicked the trunk of his SUV closed and jogged over to help.
“Hi, I’ll lend a hand,” he called to the stranded driver. The man straightened to answer and Nick was face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen. Nick never hid his emotions. They shone from his ice-blue eyes and exuded from his well-toned body. He smiled at the man in a way he knew and didn’t care broadcast attraction, desire—pure sex.
Apparently unaffected by Nick’s charisma, the man gave a grateful nod. “Thanks.” He leaned into the task of pushing the car out of the way, as the traffic lined up behind him, and the sky opened with a fresh punishing downpour.
Copyright E.D. Parr Evernight Publishing 2016
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Saturday, 17 December 2016
#MySexySaturday Sexy Mystery - A snip from time-travel #erotic romance, Lost Time
Welcome to the 171st week of My Sexy Saturday
NOTE: This is the final My Sexy Saturday for 2016.
This week’s theme: My Sexy Mystery
A snip from time-travel erotic romance, Lost Time
BLURB:
Within this frame, his curse is time…
Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.
When Hannah discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
Excerpt:A snip from time-travel erotic romance, Lost Time
BLURB:
Within this frame, his curse is time…
Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.
When Hannah discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
He hovered near the door waiting for it to open. When it did, he took slow inventory of her blotchy cheeks. He smoothed his rough palm over her soft skin. “Please don’t be angry with me.”
“You made me feel the way that your family makes you feel. Things happened to me. Things I can’t explain. And whether you want to acknowledge it or not, what happened to me happened to you too, or we would not know the things that we know about each other.”
“I didn’t mean to make ya feel that way. I would just prefer not to discuss it in front of Malcolm. They don’t understand…”
“Neither do you. You deny it—this…what’s going on between us.”
“I may deny everythin’ else, that I can’t explain, but not that. We are the only thing that makes sense. To me, it feels right. It feels familiar. It feels like…everythin’,” he admitted.
Her eyes softened and she practically melted at his words, encouraging him to continue.
“This, whatever is happenin’, is what I’ve always been lookin’ for. I just never knew until now that I was missin’ it.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You make me crazed,” he whispered raggedly. “Everythin’ about ya. When I look at ya, when I catch your scent, when ya say my name, your smile. The things that I can see in your eyes that ya haven’t even admitted to yourself yet. Things I have not even discovered about ya, all these things call to me. I want to be a part of you.” He took her lips in another soul-searing kiss. “Let me be a part of you,” he said into her mouth.
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