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Saturday, 28 February 2015

#MySexySaturday My Sexy Addiction — #BookBoyfriend Gard Marschand #historical #romance

Welcome to the 81st week of My Sexy Saturday.


This week’s we’re doing something a little different. We hope to do this occasionally and that you’ll like it. Our theme is My Sexy Addiction. It’s an open theme in that we’re not going to say when or how or where. We are going to say – just one thing and that’s about the song – Addicted to Love. You remember it…don’t you? How about the line ‘You might as well face it you’re addicted to love’? And doesn’t that just say it all about us here at My Sexy Saturday?

This week, riding across the moors with Gard and Brae from historical romance The Devil Take You


 “Do you never sit still,” he said through gritted teeth, gripping her hips
tightly. Brae remembered what Bronny had said about rubbing up against the man who’d left her, how she’d enticed him. Could she do the same to Gard? Could she drive him over the edge? And if she did would he be violent as he’d foretold?


Brae leaned away from him as if she made to straighten. Instead she wrapped
each of her hands around his upper thighs, as if shifting to get comfortable, lifting herself she slid over his hardness before snuggling her backside tightly between his legs. She was rewarded with a deep growl in her ear. She tried desperately not to smile. Could it really be that simple to tempt him? His hands tightened painfully on her hips as he pulled her more tightly against him. She felt him digging into her, feeling the length and the very shape of him through their clothing.


Gard’s breath quickened in her ear. The sound and the heat from him roused
her own excitement. Her hands dug into his thighs, laying her head back against his shoulder. “You play a dangerous game,” his voice rumbled through her.


“I am na playin’ a game,” she retorted.


Giving a signal with his hand and the rest of the troop either sped up or
dropped back and fanned out. They were practically alone but for the far off snort of the horses.


He slowed his horse. “Bring your leg over.” She did, as he demanded, both of
her legs hanging together over the right side of the horse. “Ye arena playin’?” He ran his lips slowly down her jaw stopping at the corner of her mouth. “Then wha’ are ya doin’, Brae?” He’d broken out the brogue, weakening her even more. “Ye think ye can toy wit’ me?” He kissed the corner of her mouth. Turning her head toward him, she gave him full access to her lips which he took without hesitation. His hand rose, reaching for her, his finger traced softly the ‘U’ of her bodice. Brae wound her hand around his back letting it run over him. He covered her breast. This touch she was used to; he held her breast in sleep most nights. He kneaded her flesh until her nipple pearled in his palm, and then with his fingers stroked her sensitive tip until it tingled, making her arch into into his hand for more. 


As he continued to school her lips, she felt his hand at the bottom of her skirt pulling it up slightly. His palm skimmed up her calf, over her thigh. She was unprepared for the wet warmth that gathered between her thighs from his kiss and touch, and she waited in anticipation of what he might do next. As if he knew what had just happened to her, his fingers slid over this new strange wetness, but instead of feeling outrage at his boldness, she found eagerness. She wanted his hand there. And when his skillful fingers slithered smoothly over her, spreading the wetness as he opened her, she shuddered in response. Her lips parted on a sigh of surprise. He growled in reply.

“Open,” he demanded roughly as she parted her legs. Extending his middle
finger, he touched a very sensitive part of her, wiggling the end of his finger,
before circling. His tongue seemed to mimic the same motions in her mouth, as his finger, making her crazed.



Read the first three chapters of The Devil Take You, free

Blurb:
Scotland—1307—During the Scottish Wars of Independence

Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

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Friday, 27 February 2015

#NewRelease Madame Gretchen @KaylaLords 6 wks of kinkiness led by a sadistic crop-wielding Domme

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Madame Gretchen:

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

Where to Find Madame Gretchen:

Available for free on Kindle Unlimited!

Excerpt from Madame Gretchen:

Facing the room, she allowed a mischievous smile to appear. Most of her submissive clients cringed and dripped when they saw this smile. She was about to push boundaries and expand minds - her favorite part of Domination.

"Ok, partner up. Missy and Pup, for tonight, you may stay together if you choose, but understand this will be the last time I allow it." She crossed her arms, leaning back into her heels, watching how they paired off.

Ivory, sweet, sweet Ivory, went right for Drake. Madame Gretchen liked her even more. She was confident in herself, and it showed. Drake could see it too, as his smile widened as she reached out to shake his hand and introduce herself. She could see Ivory's dimple from here, deepening as she giggled and flirted.

Bella looked confused and awkward. Randy Boy reached out to pat her hand and looked only at her face. Madame Gretchen sensed he was trying to comfort her and help her feel less conspicuous. She admired him for it.

"Ok, we're boy-girl, huh? Well that does make the instructions easier, doesn't it?" She couldn't keep the evil grin from her face or the humor from her voice, nor did she try. Things were about to get interesting. "Ladies first! Men, arms at your side, eyes forward. Ladies, I want you to look at the man in front of you from head to toe and back up again. Just your eyes, no matter how tempted your are to touch your partner. We'll get to that later."

She ignored the furtive glances from the room at her last statement.

The moment the men knew someone's eyes were on them, their cocks begged for attention, twitching and jerking, coming to life, filling, leaning forward, begging for attention. She could hear the men's breath hitching in their throats as their bodies betrayed whatever their faces attempted to convey. The smell of desire and fear filled the room and it made her wet with desire. Missy smirked as her eyes blazed a trail up and down Pup's wide body. Madame Gretchen could feel the submissive switching to her Domme side. Her eyes changed first, becoming hard and glittery, then her posture changed from unsure to commanding. Ivory giggled and licked her lips over and over, her dark skin becoming impossibly darker as she blushed.

Madame Gretchen didn't blame her, she might have done the same if faced with Drake's perfect beauty. Bella was going to be a hard one to crack. Madame Gretchen watched as she started at Randy Boy's face, gazed down his chest and stomach and then skipped down to his knees. It was the same on the way back up.

"Bella! I think you're missing a very important part of this exercise." Madame Gretchen could see the flush in her skin from across the room. She made no move to join the couple. "Try again. Don't make me resort to harsher methods."

"Yes, Ma'am." Bella licked her lips and tried again. She still averted her eyes away from Randy's cock.

"Bella, on your knees, eyes forward."

The shy submissive looked as if she would argue with Madame Gretchen for a split second. One look into the Domme's eyes changed her mind. She shook as she fell to her knees, her head bowed, her hair a dark curtain covering her face.

"Eyes up, Bella. Don't make me say it again."

Bella forced her gaze up and stared straight at Randy's groin. Her gulp and subsequent gasp were audible. Her eyes widened as she watched his body respond to her proximity and her attention. There was easily three feet of space between them, but his body reacted all the same.

Madame Gretchen continued the exercise until the women began to squirm slightly and lean closer to their male partners.

"Ok, now it's time to switch! Bella you may stand again. Eyes forward, ladies. Men, look to your heart's content." She sang out the command as if she were sending children out to recess.

As she expected, the men completed the task differently. They didn't simply stare at the women's faces, torsos, tits, pussy, and legs. Like wolves, they prowled around the women, leaning in, inhaling their scent, taking in every detail they could. Drake licked his lips every time his eyes touched Ivory's full breasts. Pup couldn't keep his eyes from Missy's slit and mound. Randy Boy was the least obvious of the three men, but Madame Gretchen noted how his eyes were riveted to Bella's hips and the globes of her ass.

As if on cue, the women's breathing became raspy. Madame Gretchen could smell the desire in the room. Whether it belonged to the women or the men mattered not, the affect was the same. The voyeur and Domme in her was ready for the last part of tonight's lesson.

About Kayla Lords:

KaylaLordsI discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn't scary or degrading.

A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Seriously Hot #NewRelease In Expert Hands @lily_harlem #billionaire #BDSM

IN EXPERT HANDS BY LILY HARLEM

Out now from Lily Harlem, a seriously hot new BDSM billionaire novel – IN EXPERT HANDS – available from Amazon

Back cover information


Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.
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IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy - it’s available from all good ebook retail outlets at a bargain introductory price - and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers, but remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!





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Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.

“I’m okay, unless you want one.”

“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”

“If that’s what you want?”

He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”

They stepped toward the bar.

Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”

“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.

He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.

“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.

“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. 

“You have company.”

 “Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.

“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”

Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. 

“No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get a chance to catch up later.”

“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sub Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.

Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”

After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”

“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”

“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”

“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”

“You outrank him?”

“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.

Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.

She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”

She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.

There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.

“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”

Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.

A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.

Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.

Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.

The man hit again.

The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.

“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.

“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.

“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”

“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”

“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. 

“They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”

“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.

 A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.

The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.

Imogen stared at the spectacle.

“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”

“And that includes this. Beating?”

“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”

Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. 

He pushed forward.

The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.

He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.

“He’s…” Imogen said.

“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’s getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.

Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. 

The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. 

Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. 

His hands were all over her.

Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.

“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.

Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.

“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and holding her face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?

“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”

She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.

It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.

“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”

“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”

He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”



About Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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Monday, 23 February 2015

#NewRelease Unbearable (The SnowRose Series) by Wren Michaels @AuthorWren #naughty #fairytale

Please welcome Wren Michaels with bestselling naughty fairytale, Unbearable...

Thank you for having me on your blog today! This is my debut novella so I'm going though ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line a try, and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red's story. Snow White's story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the opportunity to share this with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.





Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.

Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.



 


EXCERPT:

 “Do you have a habit of going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company for quite some time, and it's taking its toll.


“I don't have many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her eyes.


“I don't think that's any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings my ears. “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don't return.”
“It'll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.


The green in her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”


“Absolutely. Once they're dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking clothes. “It'll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there's a nasty storm brewin' outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night. It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in hopes she'll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.”


She darts her gaze between me and the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. But she doesn't.


“And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.


I force my eyes away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well, I assume you'll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole falling into the river and me rescuing you.”


Her eyes widen as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”


“Perhaps I came upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.


Fury blazes in her dark green eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she's gorgeous when she's feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump lips with my own.


“How much do you know?” She leans in, forgetting she's naked as her protective covering falls away from her breasts. 


They stare up at me from the corner of my eye, but I'm careful not to look at them for fear she'll cover them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the room. My fingers ache to rub them.


“How much should I know. I've never met you before, Rose. You've come into my woods for the past month, and each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone. And I'm left to dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to worry that you'll add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket on either side of her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just above her lips.


Quick breaths puff from her lips as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a glorious rage, and it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury between her legs.


“Not unless you're in league with Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches closer to mine, the blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate soft skin of her stomach catches my eyes and I'm unable to look away.


“Hestor?” I repeat, as it's the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.


“Are you not familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.


“Oh. On the contrary, I'm quite familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him out?” My gaze turns back to her.


“Like what you see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It's yours if you lead me to him.”


I shake my head. “You truly must think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I know that's what you offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the reward of your body, yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives. You cannot seduce me in this way.”


“Am I repulsive to you?” her voice notches up an octave.


“You, Rose Red are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. But I think you should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature and perhaps we could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.


“What do you want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me with intent.


I lean in, pressing my chest against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons, as I know you do yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is that he must be eliminated. No?”


“Your towel seems to have come lose,” she whispers.


My brow quirks. “How would you know?” I think she's trying to distract me, but I won't fall for her games. “Your eyes haven't left mine.”


“Because I'm the one who loosened it.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock, forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head yells at me to jump back, but the sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my flesh wipe all logical thought from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing down, aching to watch her hand stroke my length. It's the last thing I see before she knocks me cold.


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About the Author:

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

 


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#medievalmonday2015 Highland Burn by @VictoriaZak2

Welcome to Week Eight of Medieval Monday

This Week Welcome
Victoria Zak
and 
Highland Burn 
(Guardians of Scotland Book 1)

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Blurb: 
 
Will Love’s Flame Quench the Dragon’s Fire? …

The past never stays in the past, it rears its ugly head eventually. James the Black Douglas knows this all too well. With a past that has left him vengeful and his dragon blood thirsty, his reputation as a ruthless warrior haunts his enemies in their sleep. As his allegiance stands with Robert Bruce, the King of Scotland, he must now repay a debt to the king and agrees to marry his daughter, Abigale Bruce. The problem is he doesn’t want a wife. When flames start to burn out of control between him and the auburn-haired lass, he must decide to either kindle the flames of passion or shelter her from the truth and set her free.

It’s What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…

Determined to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is her love enough to soften his hardened heart?

Excerpt:

The unsettled nature of Scotland had left Abigale hardened. She’d seen firsthand the aftermath of battles fought; mended wounds, prayed over dead bodies, and even buried the dead. The nunnery where she grew up would set up tents to aid those wounded in battle. Abigale would assist in surgery and her passion grew for healing the sick and mending wounds. Life was to be valued, not destroyed.

In a way she blamed Lady Scotland for her misfortunes. Her father’s growing need to fight for Scotland had caused her to stay hidden, conceal her true identity, and grow up without a family. Her whole family had been affected by the battles fought for Scotland and the greed of claiming the crown. Though it was true she had long forgiven the Lady; she could not forget.

The Highlander seemed far away in thought, because he took a while to answer. “Some would say I’m a Highlander.” He approached Abigale. “May I?” The beautiful stranger reached for a piece of hair that was stuck to her face and tucked it behind her ear. He brushed a callused finger down her cheek to her slender neck leaving a fiery path trailing behind.

He held her stare and captivated her to the point that she could not form a coherent thought. Her body was no longer hers to control, her heart dropped, and desire pooled in her core setting her body on fire. This Highlander was so close to her she could feel his breath on her skin, she could smell his masculine scent and soon she wanted to taste his lips.

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Sunday, 22 February 2015

#NewRelease Rescuing Cade by @ElodieParkes ~ An erotic romance w/ a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM

Please welcome the lovely Elodie Parkes with new Evernight Release...


Blurb:

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.


Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.


The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?


An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM



What’s the background to the story, Rescuing Cade?

I was asked to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre, but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.


The story is much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t stop writing until they reached their HEA.


I did a little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.


With scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.


I hope readers enjoy it.



Excerpt:
 
The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.


Blue eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her eyes.


A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He looked away.


Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.
The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.


Marissa heard his growl.


“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”


The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.


Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.


The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came back.


Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade. 


He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.


Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.


Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”
The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy.


“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”


Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.


Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table. 


He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.
Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.


Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015

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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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