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Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Naughty Fairy Tale - Beauty in the Beast [The Witches' Mischief 5] @ElyzabethVaLey

Beauty in the Beast 
(The Witches' Mischief 5)
Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  Light will become shadow. Love will become hate. Good will become evil. The Darkness is here. There will be no escape.

Morgana Wiles has spent her life, alongside her mother, fighting against the arrival of the creature known as The Darkness. Unfortunately, neither of them were able to stop him and now he's here, ready to destroy all that is good in the world. Morgana must face him, but now that the time has come, she finds that things are not as simple. Her mother is gone, self-doubt is creeping in, and her visions are unclear. To make matters worse, a man with evil intent has entered her life and is bent on complicating her mission. Will she be able to resist him in time to fight The Darkness or will she succumb and become that which she despises?

Christopher Bexley is no gentleman. He enjoys trickery, deceit, mischief and above all seduction. Sexual intercourse is the greatest source of power there is or at least there was, until he heard about the Gem. Now that he has discovered there's a stone that can make him the most powerful magic user of all time, he must have it. The only problem is that the only other person that might know where it is, is a stickler for rules and being good. Morgana is too innocent for his liking, and there's only one thing he can do to change that: corrupt her.

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“Going anywhere, little one?”

She stared at Christopher. His hair was all over the place, his robe open to reveal a chest smattered with dark hair. His eyes glistened deviously, matching his grin.

“Are you keeping watch over me, Mr, Bexley?” She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping that he couldn’t see her beaded nipples.

Christopher laughed.

“No such lucky, Miss Wiles. I thought I heard a noise and came to investigate.” He looked her up and down. Her cheeks burned. “I suppose you heard something, too, or you would have dressed more appropriately before coming out of your bedroom.”

She hastened to cover herself up. Sweat dripped down her back.

“Don’t do it on my account, I’m quite enjoying the view.”

Morgana scowled. Where was this heat coming from? “No. I couldn’t sleep. I’m waiting for Anne.”

“Are you? I haven’t seen her since we arrived”

She licked her lips. She needed a fan. Christopher shifted his weight and it hit her. It was him. His energy was like a hot ball of fire. Like an animal that had come from a hunt, or from a run. Primal. He took a step toward her. His robe shifted, revealing more of his chest. How would it feel to run her fingertips across his flesh?


“Are you all right? You seem flustered.”

“I’m fine.”

Christopher raised his eyebrows.

“I’m fine,” she repeated. She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I’m just tired.”

“Maybe you should try and get some rest. If you can’t sleep, I’ll be happy to hold you.”

“Like you’re holding the woman in your bedroom? I think I shall pass down your offer, Mr. Bexley.”

He shrugged. “Your loss.”

He started to turn around but stopped. “You know, Miss Wiles, I don’t think your rejection sounded very convincing.”

Morgana stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”

Christopher’s eyes lit up as he sauntered toward her. Morgana backed up against the wall. He crowded her against it, placing his arms on either side of her head.

“You’re smothering me.”


“Mr. Bexley, this is—”

Christopher dipped his head so that she was staring into his eyes. They were the color of crushed pine needles. “Mr. Bexley this, Mr. Bexley that.” He gently grabbed her chin. Her heart skipped a beat.

“You’ve been watching me, little one. Watching me and wondering about my energy. I can tell a woman’s, a witch’s curiosity, and you are dying to know what my energy feels like. Will it really make you feel more powerful? Will it hurt you? Is it what you need to defeat that dark thing you’re so afraid of? I don’t have the answer to any of that, but I can tell you the surge of power you feel when you share your body with another human being. It is amazing. Your powers will be heightened, and you will have the ability to be faster, stronger, and to learn things quicker.”

Morgana swallowed. She should get out of here now that she could, but she was mesmerized. Yes, she was curious, but she knew better than to be led on by a man like him. She took in a deep breath, determined to say something witty and be rid of him. Instead his scent curled around her. He smelled musky and masculine, different from anything she knew.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Morgana. I’m going to kiss you and show you an inkling of what this feels like.”

His lips mashed against hers before she could think to protest. Morgana froze. They were warm and soft. He pulled back a bit and kissed her again. Her eyes drifted shut. Christopher put his arms around her and pulled her closer. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. She gasped. Her heart hammered against her chest. Butterflies rushed throughout her body, touching her with their wings and making her fly. She wound her hands into his hair, the silky strands slipping against her fingers. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, curling around hers. Sparks danced behind her eyes. She arched her back and moaned. She could feel the outline of his cock beneath his robe. Liquid fire rushed to melt between her legs. Her swollen nipples rubbed against the material of her gown, begging for attention. Energy crackled between them. She could hear it, feel it, and taste it in his kiss, in his touch. It was palpable. Christopher slid his hands down her waist, over her hips. She held her breath. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth. She groaned, following his mouth even as he pulled back. He grasped her chin and tilted her head. Morgana opened her eyes. Christopher looked at her as if bewildered. His brow was furrowed and though desire still shone deep in his eyes, there was also something akin to amazement.


He blinked and the moment was gone. His eyes lightened and he grinned mischievously. “There you have it, little one. The power of a kiss.”

Author Bio: 

Considered weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories to make readers dream.

From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.


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Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Dark Captive Antho Tour + #Giveaway Today's Guest @AlexaSinclaire One Last Job

Everyone Has a Dark Side...

Dark Captive is an exclusive collection of dark erotic romance stories featuring alpha men with fierce sexual appetites. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want. And they have their sights on one woman. Possessive and bold, these heroes give their conquests exactly what they crave—to be taken … to be owned. Any resistance offered will be tested, but in the end love rules.

Kidnapping, abduction, and sexual slavery are just a few of the titillating taboo themes in this hand-picked anthology.

One Last Job 
by Alexa Sinclaire
After a decade of crime, Lawson Trent is done risking his freedom and having nothing real to show for it. But in order to walk away, he needs to do one last job. Except this time there’s a catch: Ivy Stuart. He knows he can’t have her, he knows it’s too risky but he can’t help himself. When she gets got up in the heist, he has to make a choice and risk her life and love.

If growing up in foster care taught Ivy anything, it’s not to let anyone get too close. Working at a jewelry shop, she’s finally building her own life, albeit a solitary one. When she meets Lawson, the new security guard, she can’t ignore the draw she has to him. But when she finds out who he really is, will she be able to look past the lies and forgive the man she fell for? More importantly, if she can’t, will he let her go?

He was stuck with this one last job. Thankfully it was simple, clean. Nothing he couldn’t handle easily.

Until he saw Ivy.

Until she gave him her big smile on his first day as the security guard for the jewelry joint that was the target. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun on the top of her head, a few strands had fallen out and they framed her face perfectly. Her big brown eyes brightened as she smiled and he held his breath as she told him her name with a soft voice that matched her delicate features. Except for that mouth. That mouth was meant for sin and he couldn’t stop staring it at it. Pink lush lips that seemed to be almost artificially plump.

And he knew he was screwed.

Lawson had to make her his.

It was that small tattoo that did it. Up until then he’d kept an acceptable distance. She flirted with him, nothing too tacky or aggressive, but he knew she wanted him. After she shared her cinnamon roll with him and he had to suffer through watching her eat it and resist blowing a nut in his boxers, he knew he needed to stay away from her. Then he saw her washing her hands and that was it.

The tattoo was nothing more than a simple thin black band that wrapped around the ring finger of her left hand. Watching her graceful hands move under the water, the tattoo caught his eye and something came over him. He touched her, for the first time. And like a fucking idiot, he went home and stalked her online to see what else he could find out and then invited her to dinner the next day.

It drove him crazy that the tattoo didn’t match the rest of her. She showed up to work in her uniform: a fitted white blouse and tight black pencil skirt, plain but sexy heels that made her ass look fantastically squeezable. Her makeup was simple and nothing about her screamed rebel.

In fact she was almost wholesome, with her damn hippy homemade lunches and inspirational quotes about love and happiness that she was always telling customers when she closed a sale. Whether it was an engagement ring or a graduation bracelet, she always had something to say to make the moment special. Coming from anyone else it would have sounded cheesy but she was so damn sincere, it just sounded right. So fucking wholesome.

Except she wasn’t. At all. And it wasn’t just those lips that belonged on a porn star and that tattoo. There was the other side to her—a dark side, something evasive and odd about her.

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Monday, 23 May 2016

Cover Reveal - All That We Are [Trust Series Bk 1] @HollyJGill #contemporary #romance

Are you ready for the cover reveal?

He's a bestselling author.

She's a promoter.

They both lack confidence in different ways

Can they break their demons and learn to trust?


Holly knows that sitting behind her computer isn’t going to bring one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairytales happen, right?

As a bestselling author, Ashton Noir doesn’t need anyone or anything in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.

Communicating through the Internet and then phone calls, professional interests turn personal. Realising they lack trust and confidence in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams forever going to be their safe haven?

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Holly Bio:

A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written.

Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. 

In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

                Writing is where Holly’s heart is… 

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Week 90 #MasturbationMonday Blissfully Confused #flashfic

Masturbation month continues and Kayla Lords keeps upping the delicious visual prompts. Here's some more flash fiction. (Hope it makes sense, it's late... or early here and I'm a little bleary eyed) LOL

She went down on me with utter abandon, swallowing my cock over and over. Rivulets of saliva poured down my shaft. 

With one steadying hand on my pulsing dick, she used her free hand to play with my balls. At first just soft touches, stroking and exploring. She spread the wetness from her mouth all over my swollen testes. Her caresses became more bold, more invasive. She toyed with my arse. Reflexively, I clenched. 

She made some sound of protest, but thankfully didn't release the suction on my greedy cock. But the hum reverberated through my shaft all the way down to my sac. My hips twitched driving my length deeper into her throat.

She sucked hard on an upward arc. I was about to grab her head, force her down on me and end the sweet torture, but she released me. She looked up at me and I could tell by the gleam in her eyes, she had something more on her mind. 

She shimmied down the bed until she was between my legs. With soft teasing strokes she teased my balls with her tongue, laving and licking them, even taking a moment to give some attention to my
perianal-area, coming close to my butthole once more. A gutteral groan escaped me. It wasn't often she graced me with such thorough attention and I was enjoying every second of it. 

One at a time, she sucked one ball then the other into her hot mouth, alternating rolling her tongue and sucking softly. 

"Jesus woman what are you doing to me?"

She released the suction with a soft pop. "Feel good?" she asked, looking up at me. My cock throbbed between us answering for me. 

"Feels sooo good."

"Well baby, you ain't felt nothin' yet." She reached for the lube that conveniently sat on the bed beside me. Then she slipped right off the end of the bed and onto the floor. 

"Scooch that fine ass down here," she said before squeezing a liberal blob of lubricant into her hand. 

 In all haste, I crabbed to the end of the bed. She coated my stiff cock and my ass with the slippery stuff. 

Firmly she wrapped her hand around the base of my dick and pumped gently. She fluttered her fingers over my center. Every time I stiffened, she darted away. She continued to circle and tap my sphincter until I was ready for the invasion I knew was coming. 

She switched back and forth, giving a quick hand job then a little anal play. Changing it up, doing both at the same time, keeping me blissfully confused. 

"Pull your knees back, love," she said, breathily. I almost smiled. It was something I often said to her. 

As I tucked my hands behind my knees and held my legs, she surreptitiously, slid her index finger inside my arse, knuckle deep. 

"Sneak," I accused, without heat. 

"Is that complaint?" She wiggled her finger, then worked it in and out sending a zing of sensation through me. She tightened her grip when my cock jerked. "Easy cowboy," she smirked. 

 Gingerly, she slid that one digit in and out, upping the tempo. She hit the sweet spot and I groaned at the sensation but just as quickly she lost it. 
As if sensing the tension building in me, she added her middle finger as well. I got used to the slight stretching and gentle burn quickly, actually welcoming it and the feeling of fullness. I wondered if that's how she felt when I was buried deep inside her. 

"Uhhh, fuuuckk!" I groaned at not only my own thoughts but what she was doing to me. 

Gently, she slid her fingers deeper and immediately searched for the most pleasurable spot known to man. She pressed up and inward aiming for my bellybutton. The anticipation and my growing need was just about killing me. 

Impatiently, I shifted my hips, as she circled, trying to help her find it. My entire body broke out in a fine sheen of sweat. My lower stomach tingled with excitement. My cock swelled to ultimate hardness. 

Curling her fingertips, she pressed in and slightly upward, using the classic come hither motion. 

 I hit the freaking ceiling. “Oh fuck, yes! Jesus fuck, yeah, right there."

"Found it," she crowed, jubilantly. 

I bore down on her hand, seeking more. 
She lightened up on the hand job but increased the speed of the internal swirling massage. 

"Ohhh … my fuck…” 
 My cock pulsed and I contracted my stomach muscles trying to prolong the incredible sensations. But it only served to heighten the tension and the deep simmer in my belly.

She rooted all the action right there, at the base of my cock making sure when she pumped, the action went deep, pressing into my pelvic bone, while internally her crooked fingers rubbed my swollen prostate. 

"Uhhh," I growled. My hips circled right before my rectum spasmed, hugging and releasing her fingers. My insides clenched. 

“Oh, yes, come, love, oh come,” she begged. 

With masterful strokes, inside and out, she brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm. My dick pulsed and juddered in her hand, exploding in intense satisfying surges from deep down inside me, radiating out. Powerful streams of come jetted, again and again, marking both of us.  

“Oh my fuck…” My hips continued to thrust jerkily as I emptied. 

“That was fucking amazing," I struggled for breath. My entire body continued to throb. 

She withdrew and gently laid my dwindling dick against my lower stomach. 

"I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom. 

I'd somewhat recovered by the time she came back. I could quite happily just cuddle up and go to sleep but after that, she deserved a little something in return. 

"On your back, baby. It's your turn." Her lovely eyes flared and her mouth ohed. I was pleased when she rushed to do my bidding. 

I stood up but my legs were shaky. "Holy fuck, woman."


"Ya made me weak in the fucking knees."

Proud of herself, she grinned. "Remember when ya wouldn't let me play back there?"

"Yeah. Idiot me." 

More steady on my feet now, I reached for her, rubbing her bare thigh. 

"Pull those knees back." When she did, I took a moment just to look. Her pussy glistened. "Fuck that's nice." I smoothed my fingers over her. "Looks like you enjoyed it almost as much as I did."

"Almost," she grinned softly. 

"Ya ain't felt nothin' yet," I repeated her boast from earlier before burying my fingers in her hot wet pussy.

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Sunday, 22 May 2016

#6BestHop Karis is at it again and Call can't concentrate - Memories of Us - New Adult #eroticrom

Sunday's Six of the Best is a blog hop intended for writers to share six paragraphs of a currently released work or from a WIP with readers.

Carrying on from last week, here's the next 6 from new adult, erotic, romance, Memories of Us.


I tried to concentrate on the road, but my gaze kept straying to Karis' hand moving inside her shorts. 

She moaned and I wanted to cry. Her breathing had spiked and that’s all I could hear. It was the freakiest thing a girl had ever done in front me, and I was so fucking turned on I was going to explode.  

“Oh, yeahhh, Call, right there. Mmmm. Sooo good. You make me feel so good.” 

“Fuck!” I imagined her saying those things to me because I was really doing it for her and it was about more than I could take. 

“I love to come,” she whimpered, her hips listing invitingly.  

“Who doesn’t?” I all but moaned, more to myself than her.  

 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?

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Saturday, 21 May 2016

#MySexySaturday Time-travel—such a pain in the... A snip from Lost Time #eroticrom

Welcome to the 142nd week of My Sexy Saturday.  

This week’s theme: My Sexy Spaceship

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 Spaceship. We know that some of you out there love the world of space. Think Star Trek, think StarGate, think Firefly. We want to hear all about that sexy spaceship and that sexy starship captain, whoever they may be. Tell us just how your sexy couple will find the greatest love even in the far reaches of space. We want to read it!

Excerpt from erotic time-travel romance, Lost Time
Hannah felt dizzy and nauseous. She knew what was coming next. The wind whipped her hair and skirts. Flashing light blinded her. She felt strong arms come around her once again as he lunged for her. “Llachlan!” she shouted, gripping her hands together behind his back. She tucked herself into his chest as pressure squeezed inside her skull.  

Her body slammed against the hard stones of the castle floor as if she’d been dropped from a great height. It knocked the air from her, stealing her breath. Her head was the last thing to touch anything solid. It bounced viciously off the granite like a basketball. Her skull exploded with pain.   

* * * *  * * * *

Hannah awoke slowly to the murmur of low voices in her splitting head. She reached beside her for Lockhart but her hand fell off the bed. She opened her eyes, the light hurting. She looked to her side. She was in a single bed, very much alone. “Lock?” she croaked, trying to sit up. 

“Oh, Hannah. Thank God you’re awake,” Cassie said, rushing forward. 

“Cass? Cassie? What are you doing here?” 

“What am I doing here? I was the emergency contact on your passport. They called me when you were found.” 

“When I was found?” Hannah raised her hand slowly to her throbbing forehead and tried to grasp onto any one thought that was hurtling through her splitting skull. “What are you talking about? Where’s Lock?”

Here's the Blurb - Lost Time 

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… 

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