Thursday, 30 July 2015

New Release ~ The Alpha Gladiator by @BethDCarter #PNR #erotic #lycan

Please welcome Beth D. Carter with brand new  
Romance on the Go
The Alpha Gladiator 
 [Warriors of the Arena, 1]

Okay, I admit it…I fell in love with Spartacus as played by Andy Whitfield in the Starz adaptation.  How horrible that he succumbed to non-Hodgkin lymphoma shortly after wrapping up the first season. During the second season, the producers decided to introduce a new gladiator which, in my opinion, was one hot hunk to watch!  So when the third season came back, with a new lead to play Spartacus, it didn’t seem such a sad departure from Andy.  

I became fascinated by the dynamics of the politics behind the gladiator games.  The origin of gladiatorial combat is open to debate. There is evidence of it in funeral rites during the Punic Wars of the 3rd century BC, and thereafter it rapidly became an essential feature of politics and social life in the Roman world. Its popularity led to its use in ever more lavish and costly games. The gladiator games lasted for nearly a thousand years. (Thanks, Wikipedia!)

The Alpha Gladiator was actually written to be part of an anthology, but it came out as too sci-fi, so I switched it to the novella story line, Romance on the Go, for Evernight Publishing.  The Spartacus story might have provided the idea, but I moved everything into a futuristic slash paranormal setting.   The next story I have planned in this line features more of the slave and gladiator dynamics, not quite so paranormal but still within the realms of mystical.  Hopefully that will be written soon, after I wrap up a few other series.

Blurb:

Ravage is the fierce Alpha of his people, the Lycans.  During the mating celebration, while their guards are down, his people are attacked and twelve are captured for the gladiator games of Kappuah, including Aleirah, the woman Ravage wants above all others.

He tries to resist, but he’s unwilling to see his men and his female harmed by the ruthless tyrants of the games.  He must make the ultimate sacrifice of taking lives if he’s to protect his people.

But there is one secret no one knows, and Ravage is more than willing to show how some myths are based in truth, by letting his inner wolf come out to destroy all those who enslaved them.


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 Excerpt:
 
“I remember.”  He looked around.  “You are a compassionate woman.  Caring and kind.  You would make me a great mate.”


Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”


“A mate.  I have been waiting for you to enter the mating ceremony for ten years, Aleirah.  Surly you knew that?”


She shook her head.  “No.  I … ah … no.  I don’t think I would make a very good mate for an Alpha.”


“Why would you think that?” he asked, a bit vexed.  Ravage was fast learning she could be a little stubborn.


“I’m…” She paused and cleared her throat.  “I just don’t think I would.”
 

“I beg to differ, and I hope you allow me to change your mind.”  He stepped closer to her and her breath hitched in her throat.  He tilted her face up and her mouth dropped open on a breathless little sigh.  The he offered her his elbow.  “Would you take a walk with me through the night?”

She bit her bottom lip with her top teeth, and the action had an interesting effect on his dick, which jumped to attention.  Ravage could just imagine her sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he thrust into her beautiful body.  Hesitantly, she took his arm and as soon as she touched him, he placed his hand on top of hers, trapping her by his side.  Now that he had her, he wasn’t about to let her get away.


He pulled her away from both bonfires, into the woods, letting the darkness shroud them.  Sometimes it was easier to let go of secrets and fears when the other person was cloaked in shadow.  The night had always been a friend of the Lycanis people, so Ravage used the moon to his advantage.


“I remember you from when we were children,” he murmured.  


“I remember you too,” she said softly.


He grinned, pleased with her answer.  She may deny that she wanted to be his mate, but the pheromones coming off her body indicated otherwise.  Aleirah found him desirable.  Whether or not she wanted to be his mate, her body had already begun changing to accept his claiming bite.  Now, he just had to get her to admit it, and he wasn’t above using seduction on his part.


Author Bio and Info:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:


Tuesday, 28 July 2015

#NewRelease STIRRING UP DIRTY by @KaceyHammell #erotic #romance

"Shaken & Stirred with a splash of Dirty"
New release, STIRRING UP DIRTY by Kacey Hammell
 
Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today, and sharing my newest release with your readers!


Stirring Up Dirty was a lot of fun to write. Great and enjoyable characters, stubborn as all get-out, and secondary characters I've come to love too. It is the first of the Stirred by Love Series, but also connected to DARE, which is also available at Evernight Publishing! It is the story that first introduced Candy, so be sure to check that out too!


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STIRRING UP DIRTY
Stirred by Love: Book 1
By Kacey Hammell
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-425-8
115 pages
Available with Evernight Publishing
Connected to DARE


Blurb:
Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.

Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her … on so many levels.

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2015

Eric’s breath rushed from his lungs as Candy propelled off the sofa and straddled him in one svelte move.

He couldn’t resist the need coursing through him. Seeing her in his home today, a light blue sundress flowing seductively over her body whenever she’d moved, he was helpless to fight it.

Sliding his palms over her back, he groaned when her moist center came in contact with his hard-on. He ached. His buddy wanted escape from his pants. Needed to find the sweet heat that would make him happiest.

Her mouth latched on to his as she quickly undid his pants and lowered the zipper, freeing him. She nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth, then sucked it between her lips before her tongue plundered.

He’d never known anyone like her. Cool and collected one moment, and hotter than a crisp day in August the next. Their tongues played, tasting one another. He drifted his hands over her back, drawing her in closer, his dick rigid against her center heat.

Coming up for air, she shoved her fingers through his hair and grinned at him. Her eyes shone bright with desire and exhilaration. Her cheeks red, her breathing deep, she already had that sexy messed up look like she’d been ridden hard and completely satisfied.

And he’d make sure she left here today feeling both.

Clasping her hips, he shoved her down harder on his lap, her already wet cunt gliding along his shaft. Her heat nearly scalding him, he laid his head back against the couch, watching her as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasure.

Their heavy breathing filled the living room as he rolled her hips back and forth. Christ, she was spectacular. Her long hair swiped over her shoulder, mouth agape, cheeks flushed… She was primed and ready. All he’d need to do was shift her panties to the side and sink deep inside. He groaned.

Her eyelids lifted, the desire in her gaze nearly stealing his breath.

“You feel so good against me, babe,” he mumbled, prompting her hips to move faster.

She held on to his shoulders, her fingers digging in. “Eric,” she moaned, breathless.

His heart rate picked up, and he absorbed the joy of his name on her lips. He wanted to hear more of that. Every day. As much as possible.

What the hell are you thinking? There was no turning back. Not right now. Not when she was sliding against him, her pussy hot, and driving him to near insanity. How he was to keep a coherent thought in his head, he had no idea.

But one zipped through his mind, nearly stopping his heart.


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(will have full list of bookstore links as book goes lives)


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Bio:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…


Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Monday, 27 July 2015

Week 47 #MasturbationMonday Filling the Void

http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-week-22/

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

Here's a snippet from mild BDSM, erotic Next Weekend 
— A couple in the midst of divorce proceedings discover something new, but is it too little too late? 

In this extract Jordan has convinced Miranda to switch on her web cam.   
Hijinks ensue.

“This isn’t about me. I want to know what you’ve been doing instead of taking a new man. And don’t tell me you haven’t been using something to fill the void.” He grinned at his own analogy. “As I recall, you had a vibrator when we met. Do you have one now, Miranda?”
 

Again, she broke eye contact.
 

His cock surged.
 

 “Go get it.”
 

She looked up at the screen. He noted the reluctance of her expression.
 

“Go.”
 

She placed her hand over the armrests of the chair as if she were going to get up, but she hesitated.
 

“Do you want me to meet you on the weekend?”
 

“Yes.”
 

“Then go.”
 

Slowly, she rose and disappeared from his sight.
 

Jordan undid his pants and sighed. The damn things had become restrictive.


Masturbation Monday: Week 47 Miranda sat back down in the chair, pink cock-shaped vibrator
in hand. It was overtly curved—for g-spot stimulation, he assumed—
with a two-fingered wand jutting from the base and a smaller stem at the back with soft-looking bristle-like nubs for the rear.
 

“Wow, nice. That’s a new one,” he commented, feeling a tad lacking in comparison. “Looks like a one stop shop, my randy little Randa. Does it do the job?”
 

“It’s not the same,” she whispered, as if she were ashamed.
 

“Hey, look at me. What’s the matter with you? You always liked to masturbate for me. Why all of a sudden so shy?”
 

She rolled a shoulder. “I…I don’t think I can take this.” She shook the fake dick at him.
 

“What do you mean?” Too big? “How new is this thing?” Had she not had time to take it for a few spins?
 

“No.” She shook her head, sending her long, dark hair over
her shoulders. “I’m just so…sensitive since you…since you asked me
to deny myself. I’m on the edge, all the time, Jordie. Just rubbing over
my panties just now, was about more than I could take, especially
with you watching.”
 

Good. He liked knowing that. It was just what he wanted. To keep her wanting. Needing. At his command. Her every other thought would be of her unfulfilled desire and how he had control over it. In essence all her thoughts would be of him.
 

“We’ll go easy, then. Get comfy, horny girl.”
 

She eased back in the seat.
 

“Pull your knees up. That’s it, rest your heels on the edge there. Is that a wet patch I see?”
 

“You know it is.”
 

“Rub that pink dick over it.”
 

She did so. Her eyes fluttered in mild ecstasy.
 

“Flick the switch, baby, make it vibrate for you.”
 

“No, Jordie, I’ll come for sure.”
 

He bit the inside of his lip to keep from chuckling.
 

“Okay, no tickle this time.”
 

“This time?” She looked up at him.
 

“Pull your panties aside.”
 

When she did, he stifled a groan. The sight of her swollen pink lips was about more than he could take.
 

Without his direction, she circled the tip of the fake cock around her opening.
 

“Uhhh,” she gasped, already.
 

“Tuck the head in there, love,” he instructed, sitting on the edge of his chair.
 

It disappeared into her sweet cunt. Her back arched. Her bum clenched.
 

Jordan gripped the armrests of his office chair, viciously.
 

“Pull it out,” he gritted through clenched teeth.
 

As she withdrew the silicone, it was like slow motion, the way her luscious labia released the shape.
 

The vibrator’s tip glistened with her juices. Envy ripped though him.
 

Jordan focused on her face for a moment, gauging how much further he could take her without pushing her—or himself, for that matter—over the edge. Her mouth was open; she panted slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow inhalations.

Jordan licked his dry lips. “Plunge it in, Randa. Go deep.”
 

She held the base and thrust the object inside her until the two-fingered wand butted up against her clit. The other protrusion covered her rear hole.
 

Again, without his say so, she placed her palm over the end of the vibrator and began to bump the bottom, as if she’d forgotten he was in charge, that he was even there, or a part of this scene.
 

Her eyes closed. Her head rolled back. Her toes curled around the edge of the chair cushion. “Ahhh…ffff…uck,” she moaned.
 

“Stop,” he snapped.
 

She jumped and her eyes snapped open.
 

They stared at each other.
 

Jordan wished he had a remote control. He’d give her a quick jolt of vibration sure to set her insides to quivering. He knew exactly what it felt like when those first few pulses rippled through her. That first delicious grab around his hard dick.
 

“Take your hand away.”
 

“But…”
 

“Squeeze it with those amazing inside muscles of yours, baby.”
 

She tightened her glutes and slowly moved her hand.
 

“Ahhh, that’s it, Randa, hug it tight. How does it feel?”
 

“It feels good, Jordie,” she murmured.
 

“Do you feel full?”
 

 “Mmm hmm.”
 

“You want more?”
 

She nodded.


© H K Carlton


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Happy M-Monday!

Sunday, 26 July 2015

#WeWriWa #8Sunday Snippet 8 from mild #BDSM Next Weekend #erotic

 

Last week when we left our soon to be exes, Jordan had just asked 
"Why are you so hot and bothered lately, Miranda?”
  Hope you enjoy another snippet from mild BDSM, erotic Next Weekend 
— A couple in the midst of divorce proceedings discover something new, but is it too little too late? 

EXCERPT:
 
Again, she shook her head. She couldn’t explain it to herself, how could she to him? But before she could say anything, he bent his head and captured her nipple in his mouth.


“Ahhh,” she cried out, melting into him, wanting to lie back.


He anticipated her shift and placed his hand on her back firmly, keeping her upright.
 

She cupped the side of his cheek, holding him to her. He lapped at her erect nipple with the point of this tongue. Her blood quickened. Her pussy throbbed with every lick. She quivered. When had she lost control over her own body?   

Hope you enjoyed the tease. 

Next Weekend – mild BDSM, erotic, contemporary, Romance on the Go 

Here's the blurb:

 
Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce...


Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision. 
 
The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender. 
 
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it. 
 
Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.  Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?


 
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Saturday, 25 July 2015

#MySexySaturday Our Sexy Place #Saturday7 from mild #BDSM NEXT WEEKEND

Welcome to the 102nd week of My Sexy Saturday.  

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Place. You know the place we’re talking about…that sexy place only lovers go…we want to know all about it this week.

In the middle of divorce proceedings, Miranda and Jordan discover something new in erotic mild BDSM Next Weekend. Their sexy place is a cabin getaway just outside of the city. 

 “Maybe coming here of all places wasn’t a good idea after all.” Some of the best memories she had of her defunct marriage, happened here, in the cabin. She wiped her cheeks, then pulled Jordie’s shirt on. Leaving it unbuttoned, she made her way out to the living area.

Miranda poured herself another glass of red wine. The second since she’d arrived. She took a big sip, then set the glass down. It was helping her relax, warming her and working out some more of the kinks the hot shower hadn’t. Maybe a few more glasses and she’d actually sleep an entire night through. Sleeping alone again was taking some getting used to. But there was a lot of readjusting to single-life she hadn’t anticipated.


The silence was beginning to get to her. It did at home, too, alone in her apartment. She flicked on the sound system, turning it low, just needing that bit of noise to ease her restlessness.


The fireplace had been cleaned, and someone had readied it for the next lighting. Perhaps the realtor had set the scene for potential buyers.


Dry kindling and crumpled newspaper beckoned. Miranda took the matchbox from the mantel and struck the long stick against the side. The flame flared. She bent and lit the edges of the paper.  As the wood began to catch and the fire spread, she bent forward slightly and opened her palms to the heat.


A tingle of instinctive, cautious awareness shot over her right shoulder and up her neck. Tensing, she was about to turn around when all of a sudden she felt a presence at her back, right before two strong hands reached inside her open shirt and cupped her naked breasts. Alarm soon gave way to need when she noted the familiar firm touch. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back against his shoulder.
 

“What are you doing here, Miranda?”

NEXT WEEKEND

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Friday, 24 July 2015

#NewRelease Claimed by the Bruin by Libby Bishop @LibbyBRomance #shifters #erotic

Please Welcome Libby Bishop with New
 Romance on the Go
 Claimed by the Bruin 
[Green Mountain Shifters, 1] 
 

BLURB:

Shifter politics can be a real bitch.

Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in him being exiled from the Clan and Northeast pack. Lee’s demands are clear—if she isn’t married and mated to a bruin in her clan in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son.

The hell with that.

Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha, and one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?



EXCERPT:

Once the two men were out of the room and the door was closed, Angus stepped in front of her, clasping her upper arms gently in his large hands. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, as he was six-foot-seven and she was only five-foot-six. Short for a bear shifter, but her human blood didn’t allow for the usual tallness.

“Not marrying him could mean a war, but we do have options.”

“What would those be, Angus?” she inquired, trying to swallow her anger. He knew it wasn’t directed at him, so she wasn’t worried about the bite in her tone. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman—this loophole in the treaty should’ve been taken care of decades ago.”

Regret pinched around his eyes. “I know, and we are working on it—all territories, but it’s a slow process. The alpha women of the Pack Councils have been pushing its importance for years. We just haven’t gotten to it yet.”

Much of the old treaty, which included the wolf and cat shifters, had been changed and updated for the times. But these things took time, especially when the treaties involved six territories, each with their own Pack Council.

Though, cat shifters were in prides, wolves in packs, and bears in clans, Pack Council was just easier to use. The US government preferred it as well—simpler when dealing with the ruling parties.

 “We could fight them, but that would endanger us from the Northwest clans. Or, and this is only if you agree, we marry you to one of our bruins. But, if for any reason you can’t go through with the mating, we’ll have to hold a territorial council meeting and try to force the change in law.”

But that could still lead to the war Lee Underhill knew they didn’t want. There was no choice here—it was marriage to someone she knew, or risk war, because she was not marrying Cole Underhill. Under any circumstances.

She sighed, most of the anger leaving her on the exhale. Acceptance took its place. “Do I get to choose the bruin?”

Angus’s hands left her, and the kindness in his gaze told her the answer was no.

“It’s best that I choose. As the alpha of the clan, the Northwest Pack Council won’t argue with my choice, nor the choice of your father—my second-in-command and top enforcer.”

Her gaze flicked to her father, who gave a nod. His body language told her to listen to Angus.

“Who did you two choose for me to marry?”

“My son, your future alpha.”

That froze her in place. Ramsey McGregor was a good man, and a great bruin, but he was twenty years her senior and was known to not be interested in marrying. Not that she could blame him. Shifters lived a long time, around two hundred and fifty to three hundred years. He was only forty-six—young, but not unheard of to have a mate.

“But I’m… I’m not a full bear. I may never shift.” She hoped she would one day.

“True, but with what I smelled when you were looking at Cole, I would say it’s more than likely you will. Your bear is strong, Mara, and you are your father’s daughter.” He smiled briefly. “And you are fast becoming one of the top liaisons within the Northeast Pack.”

A liaison to the government, keeping them up to date on the changes in the pack as well as fielding the concerns the government had with the pack. She had a good relationship with the state government—Vermont accepted the shifters with more ease, since they’d been there before it was a state, and had helped form what it presently was. She was also on good terms with her Federal government contacts. She’d never thought that would be her place, but she found she liked navigating those waters.

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“Yes. He’s downstairs with Rayna.”

Angus’s wife, and one hell of a force in terms of being a bear. She’d seen the woman take down shifters twice her size in a matter of minutes.

Rayna had taught her how to stand her ground and fight when needed. She and the two men in the room with her.

“What does he say about this?”

Her father moved to stand beside Angus. “He’s not happy with the Underhills. He was around when we exiled Lee thirty years ago, and saw the upheaval that caused.”

She’d heard about it. Eleven bruins and three women chose to go with Lee, siding with him. They could have stayed, but the trust in them was in tatters and they felt it easier to start over.

She met her father’s blue gaze. “So, he’s okay with marrying me?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “He feels it’s his place, as an alpha-to-be. But mostly because he agrees that it’s best you marry a bruin who has pull within the Council. A lesser bruin won’t survive a challenge from Lee or Emery, and no one will challenge the marriage of you and the son of an alpha.”

Made sense. She still didn’t like—still hated it—but the choices were limited. It was give Ramsey a chance or risk war. Not much of a choice, really. And she did trust him, wholly. That trust had been won when she was six years old and she’d first seen him shift—he was massive to her then, still was. She remembered fondly how he’d lowered his head to her and she nervously placed her palm against his soft-but-slightly-rough fur. That moment, between bruin and human, had shown her that she was protected by more than just her father in the big, wide world.

That she would always be protected by Ramsey—both the man and the bear.

Looking back to Angus, she asked, “It’s almost midnight now—when do we get married?”



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