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Monday, 2 May 2016

Release Blitz - Adoring Her [The Heiress, 3] by @michelle_dare #99cents for 1 wk

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Radek Cole had been the stereotypical bachelor, just the way he liked it. Then he fell hard and fast for Kasi Markson, a fiercely independent woman, who always speaks her mind and never backs down. They’ve overcome major obstacles in their short time together, but that only made their relationship stronger. Too bad there are still hurdles to conquer.

An admirer becomes unhinged and a former lover reappears. What else awaits them? Can they weather any storm that comes their way, even the one that’s about to turn their lives upside down?



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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.




Kicking off Masturbation Month w/ some Flash Fic #MasturbationMonday Enter the #Giveaway!

Welcome to the 87th week of Masturbation Monday and the kick-off of Masturbation Month. Kayla Lords, our weekly meme master, has a month long party, filled with naughty fun and giveaway surprises. Tune in every Monday!

Propped against the pillows, in bed, I channel-surfed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

When she did, she was nude, as always. Even after all these years, the sight of her beautiful bare skin still made my cock twitch and lengthen. Yes, three kids had changed the shape of her body, but for the better in my opinion. She had the nicest curves now. Fuller breasts and wider hips. Even that slight swell of her abdomen that she complained she could never get rid of, no matter how much cardio or how many crunches she did, I found sexy as fuck.

She slid into bed with a deep sigh. On her back, she shifted getting comfy. She finally propped her head on my chest.

"Tough day baby?" I asked, while cupping one curvaceous breast. 

"Don't know about tough, but I'm glad to see the end of it."

I gave her pale plump flesh a squeeze. She made that familiar sound of contentment in the back of her throat and didn't swat my hand away, so I knew I was okay to keep it up. My cock tented the sheet when we didn't get rebuffed.

With my fingers I stroked and twiddled her sensitive nipple to a hard point. 

Prompt for Masturbation Monday Week 87To my delight, she groped to the side, looking to give me some attention too. We shifted and readjusted ourselves, her back to my chest, so we could reach one another. 

She palmed my stiff cock before fisting it firmly. "Mmm," I hummed, enjoying her touch.

I let my hand drift downward over her ribs and tummy. I couldn't help but let out another appreciative groan when I skimmed over her smooth mound. 

Parting my middle and index fingers, I traced the natural slope of her outer lips. She shifted her hips and pulled up her knees giving me full access. 

"God I love how that feels," I whispered against her neck. 

"Me too," she murmured, as I dipped into her folds. 

"Uhhh, you're already wet," I said, sucking softly just under her ear. I thrust my hips, forcing my cock more fully into her hand. 

"That's my girl," I praised as she upped the tempo. 

I let my fingers explore and probe all her favourite spots and mine too. With my middle finger I teased her opening then dragged my finger slowly until i reached her swollen clit. 

The more I played with her cunt, the more vocal and restless she got. She shifted her hips and arched her back. I alternated between teasing her clit and fingerfucking her.

The wetness between her thighs turned downright slippery, turning me on even more. I thrust two then three fingers inside her, knowing how good it felt to ram my cock in there, enveloping me tightly in all that sweet welcoming heat. She tasted just as good as she felt.  

I kissed her jaw. "Bring that sweet pussy up here. I wanna lick you." I felt her stomach clench under my forearm.

"Unh," she moaned. "Oh, baby, it's too late for that." Just then her pussy clenched at my fingers, trying to draw them deeper. "Ohhh, yeah," she cried. "Yeah..."

As she climaxed, she lost the pumping rhythm on my cock but she rubbed the tip against the gentle swell of her breast as I continued to thrust. The soft give of her flesh made it feel as though I was still becoming a part of her body. It was enough for me. I quit holding back and joined her. 

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Sunday, 1 May 2016

#6BestHop excerpt from erotic #NewAdult romance - Memories of Us

6 From New Adult Erotic Romance, Memories of Us

Here's the Blurb:

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

6 Best Teaser: 

“You’re like an arsehole magnet, Karis. You know that? You attract the worst guys.”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t go out with guys like him if the one I was really interested in would give me the time of day.”

I looked away, unable to hold her stare. Everyone knew she had a crush on me. “Well, just because no one else in this group has any morals doesn’t mean I don’t. It’s too bad you don’t respect yourself as much as I do.”

She spun around in a cascade of long blonde hair. “Don’t believe all the hype, pretty boy.” She walked back to within inches of me, brazen little bitch that she was. But I stood my ground and stared back at her, with what I hoped was a cold, disinterested expression.

“Besides, you’re not so different," she said. “You might not touch, but you look at me just the way the rest of them do. I’m gonna walk outta here and your baby blues are going to go straight to my ass and you’ll admire the cut of my bikini bottoms.” She wiggled her hips and I fought the overwhelming urge to look at the colorful triangle between her legs. “I’ll even put a little extra wiggle on, just for you, Call. And by the time I reach the diving board, you’ll be sporting a full-fledged hard-on, baby, compliments of yours truly, the asshole magnet. And as you stand here fuming and berating yourself that I can make your little Johnson tug like that in the first place, you ponder, what that makes you.”

She puckered up and blew me a kiss, then flounced outside. As promised, she worked that sweet, toned little backside all the way to the board. She strode to the end of it and pointed right at me, where I stood at the door watching, like an idiot. I couldn’t tear my attention away, like a fuckin’ train wreck. Then she dove into the pool with a dive that was Olympic swimmer worthy. As I turned away, I shoved my hand into my loose-fitting shorts and fisted the traitorous aforementioned hard-on.

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Saturday, 30 April 2016

Out Now! Strictly Professional by @IyanaJenna #gay #romance

Hi! Thank you for having me on your blog. I hope you and your readers are going to enjoy what I have here. This short story was released previously as a part of an anthology, Just Desserts. When it was no longer out there, Evernight adopted it. I’m so thankful for them. This is an MM sweet short story with the stress on the sweet. ^_^


Strictly Professional

Published By: Evernight Publishing
Published: March 23, 2016
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Word Count: 10,500
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As the only senior graphic designer at Downey Handbags, Zane Kotsky expected to become the head of the creative art department when the company planned to expand its business. His hope crashed when it turned out that the company wanted someone from outside to be the manager. Knowing that, Zane planned to leave the place at once, but that was before he met the man who would become his boss, Joachim Wessling.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.


“Downey must be very lucky to have you.”

The kid—because that was what he was to Joachim, a kid—stared at him a bit too long.

“Watch the road.”

Zane snickered, and switched his attention back to the traffic ahead. “Lucky. Yeah, I’d call it lucky they decided not to kick me out after denying me what should have been mine by right.”

Joachim hadn’t expected to hear those words. “I'm sorry. I don't have any idea what you're talking about.”

Zane sucked in a harsh breath.
“God, I'm sorry. That was totally uncalled for. Forget what I said, okay? And enjoy your stay here. People at Downey are the best, or I wouldn't have lasted this long.”

Joachim frowned. Honestly, he didn’t know this would be the case. When they’d invited him to join the company, there was no talk that someone else might be qualified to be the head of the art department. In fact, he was under the impression that there hadn't been an art department before, only a small division under a larger unit.

“You know, I can always talk to Mr. Downey and set things straight.” Joachim had never before seen an expression change from slight panic to utter horror.

“No,” Zane practically shouted. “You can't tell him that. You have to promise you'll never talk to Mr. Downey about the things I said. I'll be happy to work under you. Work together with you. It was just a spur-of-the-moment outburst. Promise me, please?”

Joachim tried to think past the words work under you, and Zane's pleas didn't help the matter. He took a deep breath and gazed ahead.

“Okay, I promise not to say anything, though I’d prefer it if we're all open and honest and don't hide things from each other.”

“I’ve been open and honest with you.”

“Yeah, and I bet you regret it.”

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Out Now! Beyond Love by @JJLore1 #erotic #scifi @evernightpub

Beyond Love
By J. J. Lore
Evernight Publishing
22 April 2016

Every mining outpost needs a sheriff, and Eidan Cozad is just the Eleoni for the job. Newly arrived on planet with his deputy sister in tow, he faces corruption, hostility, and nearly continuous rain. A chance encounter with a defiant human postal worker adds yet one more complication to his mission.

Neat and tidy Teah Ruida thought when the Eleoni arrived and enforced some law and order, it would be easier for her to deliver her packages. Instead, she’s somehow become embroiled in spat after spat with the handsome and assertive Sheriff himself. Even though she doesn’t want to think about it, she’s become madly curious if the rumor about the strange markings Eleoni hide under their clothes is true.

Tension between Eidan and Teah ignites into passion that defies the barriers between their races. When there’s a violent ambush initiated by the settlement’s criminal organization, the future of their love hangs in the balance.

Teaser Excerpt:

Eidan had been enjoying himself immensely. Watching Teah’s outrage grow as her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed, had made him forget all about the bruises forming on his torso and the chill rain surrounding them with grim humidity. He hadn’t teased a pretty woman in far too long.

He’d taken advantage of her distraction and moved close to her, his body urging him to stay near, be as tactile as possible because everywhere he touched made him want more. She didn’t seem to be searching for an escape as she had upon their earlier acquaintance, but that might be because she was so aggravated. She frowned, and he braced himself for a snappy comeback or perhaps even a push to move him out of her orbit. Instead, she reached out a hand and grasped his shoulder all while she rose up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.

Shocked at her actions, he failed to react for a few beats. Such tender lips, so sweet. The unexpected caress had him reeling, so when she drew back, still frowning, he took only a moment to decide return the gesture, and he wouldn’t be nearly so chaste about it.

“See, I can be—”

He stopped her protest with a kiss of his own, circling one of his hands around the back of her head as he allowed the other to drop to her waist as he took over. With only a few nudging encouragements, she’d opened her mouth to him, allowing him to taste her, tease with his tongue in a new way as she quivered in his grasp. With a pent-up little moan she leaned against him, her breasts firmly pressed to his chest. His cock, which had been on alert since he’d first touched Teah, now sprang to near-painful attention.

Teah kissed him back, her little nips and licks the only encouragement he needed to lift her up and press her against the wall of the building sheltering them. He grabbed at her thighs and pulled them around his waist even as he ground his hips into her, his thickened cock sliding along the plump flesh between her legs. All the residual adrenaline from the fight ignited in his veins as he allowed sexual energy build between them. He wished he’d removed his damned gloves so he could finally grasp some of her curves.

She made a soft sound deep in her throat and clutched harder at his shoulders, her tongue teasing his then retreating to the safety of her mouth. He followed with a foray of his own and her whole body softened against his as he thrust his tongue inside her. A sudden flash of awareness filled him: Teah would melt against him when he penetrated her. She was incredibly responsive and he was certain when they finally had intercourse, it would be a fulfilling encounter. The way she suddenly clamped her thighs around him and rocked her pussy against the ridge of his cock only confirmed it.

The sudden chirrup of his alarm startled him, and he pulled away from Teah’s succulent lips, the need to return to duty overriding arousal in a painful snap. Teah’s head fell back and she blinked groggily as he answered his comm link summons. An emergency required as much of his attention he could provide even though he was in the middle of foreplay.

“Hey, Eidan! How’d the fight go?” His sister’s voice rang out in a cheerful query, and he winced. No emergency, just inopportune curiosity.

“I won.”

At his brief answer, Teah focused on him, then glanced down their tightly entwined bodies. A deeper blush rose up her cheeks, and she pressed at his forearms and wriggled her legs. Her movements were quite stimulating—everything about her was stimulating in fact, but it was clear she was trying to escape him yet again. In response, he tightened his grip on her full buttocks and she let out a tiny squeal.

“What was that? Are you still at the location? Do you need me to escort you out?”

“No.” He included Teah in that denial. She was staying exactly where she was. The woman in his arms sucked in a breath and pushed at his chest. He flinched because she happened to compress a new bruise and he almost lost his grip on her. She took advantage of his divided attention and kicked her legs. His cock appreciated the rhythmic motion.

“Let me down,” she whispered with a scowl.

“Who was that?” Brida asked quickly. No longer willing to put up with eavesdropping, Eidan reluctantly removed one of his hands from the lush curve of Teah’s ass and hit private link on the comm. Now his sister wouldn’t be able to hear anything but his voice. As soon as he let go of her, Teah struggled in earnest and with an agile twist she was free, ducking under his arm as he reached for her.

“Was there anything else?” he asked as he followed Teah along the walk. She picked up the pace, and he allowed himself the luxury of watching her hips sway.

“Not really. Just checking in to make sure my little brother hadn’t gotten his skull cracked open by some smelly human savage.”

At these words, Teah spun around suddenly, a thunderous frown on her face. “Smelly human savage?”

“You’re not a savage,” Eidan tried to reassure her, though the idea of Teah sinking her teeth into him as they engaged in a naked tussle definitely brought out the primal in him.

“Who’s a savage?” Brida asked.

“No one’s a savage.” He nearly shouted it, frustrated that Teah wasn’t touching him and that his sister had used such a derogatory term so openly. Yes, they had joked about how primitive human society seemed, but it wouldn’t do to entertain even superficial judgments now that they were here among their new constituents. “Brida, I’m signing off.”

With a jerk of his hands he shut off the link and faced his peeved human.

“Don’t even think it.” Teah warned him off with a raised hand. She shuffled backward and eyed him like he was armed and dangerous.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Eidan knew it was a lie, the bulge in his trousers clearly advertising what he was after.

 J. J. Lore Bio:

J. J. Lore has been interested in the dashing men who roam outer space since she was transfixed by Han Solo piloting the Millennium Falcon a long time ago in a theatre far, far away. Sadly, there is no way for her to join in the fun of intergalactic adventures unless she writes them, so that’s what she does whenever she isn’t taking care of the business of life. If you can’t find her typing madly on her sluggish keyboard, she’s probably poking around in a thrift store searching for the perfect pair of worn jeans or a vintage kachina bolo tie. These days she puts her anthropology degree to work when she whips up dishes from many different cultures, most of which benefit from a liberal dose of sriracha or a smear of green curry paste. Her favorite reading topics are costume history, epidemiology, and permaculture, all of which she’d like to work into a story if she’s suddenly overcome with a brilliant idea someday. 

#MySexySaturday Two Special Someones #Saturday7

Welcome to the 139th week of My Sexy Saturday

This week’s theme: My Sexy Love

The Rules: Post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from a WIP or published work.

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is My Sexy Love and it can only be about one thing. That special someone. The one who floats your boat, who is the wind beneath your wings, you know, the one you just can’t live without. Every person has one, sometimes two, special someones. Readers know it when the character lights up in their presence, when the character can’t live without them and when the world is suddenly righted when they fall in love with the right one.

How about two special someones at the same time. Here's an extract from m/f/f menage, The Best of Both Worlds.

“Okay, so here’s a crazy idea. You love each other, am I right?” I asked. Griff and Avery exchanged a look and nodded. “And you both still, if not love, have a deep like for me.” 

“We both still love you,” Avery said quietly. “We talked about it.” 

“And I still love you all too. And I know we each enjoyed what happened in the tack shed the other night,” I continued. 

Avery sighed and shook her head. 

“Now don’t get like that, Avery. We can’t help how we feel. And I see nothing wrong with loving each other. And that’s just what I want. I want to be with both of you at the same time. Is there any way that you might feel the same?” 

“That’s crazy!” Griffin argued. 

“Is it?” I looked up at him, hoping that he could see how serious I was.