Friday, 13 July 2018

Free! July 13, 14 and 15! Book 1 in the Ghosts of Salem series #witches #salem #newadult



The phantom touch of a ghost can be cold or HOT. 
The first in the Ghosts of Salem series by Angelica Dawson.


Summer froze, her trowel still an inch above the bed. “How did you get out here?” she asked the air. There was no mistaking that presence. She still didn’t know who he had been, but after a month it seemed obvious to her that he was masculine. Something in his bearing, which she couldn’t see, and his stature gave the impression he was taller than her.
There was no answer, but a breeze rustled the leaves and the ghost sat next to her on the ledge.
“I refuse to be put off by you. You can haunt the house all you like. I’m not going anywhere. This is my family’s house. Who are you to haunt it anyway?”
It occurred to her that he might be a distant ancestor. Aunt Marge said no one had reported the house as haunted and that there was no record of a death in the house. Even Mary, tried as a witch, died in the square, not the house.
The ghost didn’t answer, but he did leave, not before touching her arm and making her shiver. Upstairs, washing the soil off her hands, he returned. It had become less oppressive all the time, and she was actually getting used to him, dammit.
She had the sense he was looking at her in the mirror. It felt like hands slipped around her waist, and she tipped her head to the side. Goosebumps flooded her skin and she could have sworn he kissed her neck. Shuddering, she leaned forward, gripping her vanity.
“Whoa. I don’t think I’m ready for a frisky ghost. Tell you what, you don’t do that again and I won’t try to push you away.”
There was no way of gauging his response, but he didn’t grab her again. Instead he brushed her hand, something she thought she could get used to in time. 


Wednesday, 11 July 2018

#MidWeekTease Dynamic Destiny - Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Mehttp://hyperurl.co/CIH2

Hello teasers! I thought I'd share some teasers from my contributions to recent boxed sets. Both Once Upon A Twisted Time and Coming in Hot 2 will be disappearing at the end of the month. Don't miss your chance to grab all these hot stories for such a small price!

From Rescue Me, the second Coming in Hot compilation, I have an excerpt. This is Dynamic Destiny, the story of a Domme and her doctor-boss. This is earlier in the book, with one of her other subs.

"Please undress for me. Sitting will be easier out of those pants.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Robbie grinned as he moved to stand before her, pulling his shirt over his head. Robbie wasn’t ripped like some men—Dr. Edgerton for example—but he was bear-like, large in all dimensions and nearly furry. She reached out once the shirt was gone to run her fingers over his belly and up toward his nipples.
He waited for her to finish and pull her hand back before releasing his pants. He wore bikini-style blue briefs that tucked his package tight. It would be confining when he swelled further than he already had.
“Mistress?” He hooked his fingers in his briefs.
“Not yet. Come closer.” She used her hand to urge him down to his knees, spreading her own to allow him to kneel between them. Her fingers slid over his shoulders, throat, and upper arms. “I would like you to touch me.” She took one of his hands and put it on her breast, pulling the corset down to allow the nipple and flesh to rest atop it.
“May I taste too?” he asked, blue eyes heavy and serious.
“Soon.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ignoring everyone around them, Destiny built the pair of them up. Her pussy ached to be filled and Robbie’s cock strained the bikini he still wore. The head poked out the top, leaving a glistening patch of hair below his navel.
Time for the fun to begin. She removed the sealed bag of ice from her bag. “You seem hot.” She pulled a cube free and circled one of his nipples.
He sucked breath through his teeth. “Yes, Mistress. Very hot.”
“Poor boy.” She circled the other lazily. “Stand up.” She slid back in her chair, putting a little distance between them. His cock now stood just below her eye level. The cube left a line of cold water where she drew it up the inside of his thigh. “Do you need it here?” She tucked it behind his sac, soaking the briefs.
His nuts climbed up, making him grit his teeth. After a small grunt he could answer, “Yes, Mistress. Unless you want this?” His finger traced his length over his briefs.
“Not yet. How about this?” Reaching between his legs, she pushed the ice up and toward his ass. She didn’t press enough to penetrate, but his legs shook. She pulled it free and drew a line across her breasts, water running down. The cube had shrunk significantly, but she wanted to wash down to the pink center.
“Open up.” She reached up to slip the sliver of ice and candy between his lips.
Robbie licked it up and crunched it between his teeth. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Less hot now? Or shall I grab another?”
“Anything you want.”
She smacked his ass cheek lightly. “Not anything.”
He grinned. “Almost anything.”

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Friday, 6 July 2018

Don't miss your chance to get Coming In Hot for #free! #CIH2 #medical #romance #boxedset #erotic #BDSM #femmedomme

A New Title from Angelica Dawson


From Coming in Hot, Destiny is Dr. Edgerton's admin assistant by day, but she will dominate him at night!


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Wednesday, 4 July 2018

#MidWeekTease Darkness of Light - Guests @ginakincade @kimmydonn

I'm sharing this Wednesday with two lovely ladies, Kimberly Gould and Gina Kincade. The first book of their In The Dream series is available now.

When Reverie offers to tend her grandmother’s store the summer after graduation, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. The shop isn’t the problem. The dark eyes and bright smile of two residents complicate her stay almost immediately, and just when she thinks she might have the cousins sorted out, she discovers that the whole town, including her grandmother, have a secret, one that she now shares. Is there any chance all this shapeshifting is just a bad dream? And if it comes with Lucius and Kerwin, does she really want to wake?

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Rev closed the door again and went in search of strong coffee. Grandma had a Kurig, but it just didn’t have enough kick. The bakery across the street probably served it with their breakfast pastries.
Like all the doors in Littleton, this one jingled with bells as it opened. She pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, keeping her hair out of her face at the same time. The bustle and conversation died the moment she stepped into the room.
“Look, I just want a coffee, okay? I’ll take it and go.” It was frustrating to be on the spot every time she encountered the other residents of Littleton.
“Don’t you worry, Love. I’ll come with you.” Flo left the table she’d been sitting at to come to Rev’s side. “I never did get your name, Dearie.” She walked with Rev up to the counter where a woman with long black hair was pouring her coffee fast enough to splash the counter.
“Reverie,” she said. “And thank you, Flo.” She slapped her money on the counter and took her coffee without a word of thanks to the server. It was obvious she wouldn’t appreciate the polite gesture anyway.
“No problem, Reverie. Want to come and sit with me?” She looked to the table she’d been at with two older women, grey streaks woven through their dark brown or black hair. Neither met Rev’s eye, but both used body language, one with her arms crossed and the other twisted in her chair to face away from Rev and Flo, to make it clear they didn’t want her to join them.
“That’s okay, Flo. I need to open shop. I just came to grab the coffee.” She sipped it and then returned to the counter where cream and sugar waited.
“White freak,” someone muttered.
If it hadn’t been so quiet in the bakery, she wouldn’t have heard it. Trying to pretend she hadn’t, she grasped the doctored coffee, squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, and strode confidently to the door.
It opened outward just as she was about to grab the handle and the man coming through the other side collided with her, spilling hot coffee on both of them.
Rev let out a scream that devolved into cursing. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Oh shit, shit. Are you okay? Dammit!”
Dark Eyes put a finger to her lips, cutting off her words and causing her to inhale sharply. His deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle. Was he laughing?
“It is my fault. Let me buy you another.” His voice, low and mellow, seemed to echo inside her. The reverberation made her tingle.
“Um, no, thank you. I have to hurry home to change so I can open on time. I’ll have to wait and get one at lunch.” She pawed at his shirt, her hand passing over a chest as broad as Lucius’, clad in black with wet streaks and blotches covering it. At least the coffee wouldn’t show on black. She was wearing beige and light green, a total mess. Patting at the mess on his chest, she could feel the softness of hair cushioning it. She could see just one or two hairs escaping at the neck of his t-shirt, dark and curly like the glossy mop on his head. Her fingers itched to run through the locks, and over his chest, too.
Heat filling her cheeks, she turned and ran. Another apology would be too much anyway.

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Sunday, 1 July 2018

Are Dragons real? Eternal Love Bite's by @pt_macias #paranormalromance #newrelease #Indieauthor

DO YOU LOVE DRAGONS AND ROMANCE?



About The Book
Carina Leal detests going home for Christmas break to a cold house, a dictatorial papa, and a bitchy sister. She especially hates declining an invitation to spend an enchanting white Christmas in New York.

Dracostar Prince, Gage, enjoys life on the Earth realm as the San Francisco Senator. His meticulous agenda is radically altered by enchanting but unexpected human mate.

Carina’s life as she knows it does a 180 turn. She fears for her life and discovers that myths are real.

Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York. 

Excerpt

Gage clenches his hands tight, causing the skin to stretch and turn white over the knuckles. He inhales deeply, then slowly exhales to control the need to emit his pale blue shimmering smoke.

What the fuck! That sweet floral scent is driving me insane. I don’t know who’s scent it is with so many people on the plane!

“This is Captain Jones, we are approaching the Los Angeles International Airport runway in approximate 10 minutes. I’m asking that you remain seated until the seat belt light is turned off. Thank you for flying Clear Blue Airlines!”

Carina turns her head to look back, raising her right eyebrow and looks at people lined up in the aisle all the way to the back of the plane.

Fuck, they don’t follow the instructions! Everyone is rushing to get off!

She turns around, sighs, and starts to tap her fingers in a rhythmic pace on the armrest. She leans into the first-class leather seat closing her beautiful hazel eyes.

A few minutes later, Carina pushes off the seat and stands in the aisle. She adjusts her shirt, raises her arms to reach the overhead. She opens the overhead compartment to grab her carry-on.

“Finally!”

Carina pulls on the bright pink carry-on handle, biting her lower lip. She inhales deeply as she tugs the handle again, the bag lurches forward, propelled by gravity. She quickly releases the handle, raises her hands up to break the impact. 

“Oh hell,” cries out Carina.

She steps back, crashing into the man behind her, gasping. She moves her hands up, ready to grab the carry on, closing her eyes waiting for the painful impact.

“I got it,” says a deep voice into her ear, sending a chill through her entire body.

OMG! The freaking voice is deep and resonates throughout my entire being. What the hell! His scent is spicy, totally sexy, and heady.

Gage stands tall behind her, he swiftly extends his muscular arm around her, leaning into her as his strong hand grabs the handle, and instantly pulls it up and away from her. He sets it down on the vacant aisle seat next to her.

Slowly, Gage pulls away from her, watching her closely. He grinds his jaw to control the rampant emotions rushing through his body gathering into a throbbing ache in his groin. He hisses, closing his eyes.

What the hell! I don’t even want to know why? It can’t be! Is it possible? Fuck! It’s her sweet floral scent!

“Ohhhhhhh, uh. . . . . . thank you,” gasps Carina taking a step forward, moving away from his fiery body.

She raises her trembling hands up to tuck her long golden-brown strands behind her ears as she turns around.

Carina’s eyes widen, long curly lashes frame hazel eyes, and she licks her dry lips. She rapidly blinks as she looks up at the huge man. She stares into the man’s black eyeglasses trying to see his eyes.

She nods, a soft blush creeps up her face, and she bites the lower corner of her inner lips as she tilts forward grabbing the carry-on handle keeping her eyes on his face. Her huge hazel eyes expand as she focuses on the perfect full masculine lips framed by a black goatee.

Gage rests his huge hands on the back of the first-class seats on each side, grasping the leather tight, bracing himself for the attack to his senses. His hungry eyes drink in every feature of her beautiful face as he waits for Carina to move forward. He clenches his jaw to control the urge to release his shimmering smoke with his spicy bonding scent.

Carina eyes slowly travel down his thick neck, then slowly takes in his wide shoulders shrouded in black leather jacket, and then her eyes move down taking in the tight leather pants.

“Uh. . . . . hmmm.”

Carina contemplates the bulge at his crotch, her eyes widen, inhaling deeply watching his deep purple crown peep up his waistband. She licks her lips watching the cock play peek a boo. Her mouth waters and she bites her lower lip.

OMG! He’s huge! That’s his crown! He looks tough, rugged, and so damn hot in black leather. Fuck!

Gages pale blue eyes discern her hungry look, nods slightly, inhales deeply, and clenches his jaw tight. He moves his right hand and quickly adjusts his pants hissing. He then pulls out his black shirt.

What the fuck! Her scent is driving me insane! Fuck she looks turned on!  

“Hey sweetie, we need to move it,” yells the lady down the plane glaring at them.

“Oh my! Sorry!”

Carinas blush deepens, she hastily turns around and pulls the carry-on. She swings it in front of her and walks down the aisle shifting her hips.

Gages eyes remain fixed on her soft round ass as she walks off. 

What the fuck! I need to talk to her! Who is she?

Carina pulls on the carry-on and runs down the walkway, past the waiting room, down the hall, and into the ladies’ bathroom. She runs into the stall at the end leaning against the cold metal door closing her eyes tight. She inhales deeply and exhales gasping for air. She releases the carry-on and handbag, allowing them to fall onto the floor, raising her hands up to her face. She shakes head, inhaling deeply.

Oh my, he’s so damn hot! What in the world was I doing gawking at him, uh. . . . . almost drooling, thinking of riding that huge cock, forgetting everything. What’s wrong with me? How can I possibly think of riding his cock! I don’t know him. Oh, but that cock looked so yummy! Damn it, my mind stopped working, and my body was on fire! Fuck, in front of all those people! Hell, I was holding up the line! How fucking embarrassing!

Gage walks further down the aisle and stops to reach overhead. He grabs his carry-on and walks forward to exit the plane. He takes long strides down the ramp searching for Carina.


Fuck! Where is she? 
Available in eBook
ASIN: B07DR2SK3G
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release date July 1, 2018

Author P.T. Macias
Available for immediate download!
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Monday, 25 June 2018

Gabe's Revenge - new release from @dorisoconnor Doris O'Connor

Revenge is best served cold…

Gabriel Henshaw is nothing but a monster—a ruthless killer—that’s what Lissa Andrini has always been told. Sold to the man by her own father, she fears for her life, yet she can’t help the insane pull she feels to him. It has to be some form of Stockholm syndrome, surely? It couldn’t possibly be the effect of his Dominant nature effortlessly pulling her under his spell and awakening her latent submissive side.

Beating Andrini to a bloody pulp soothes Gabe’s rage temporarily, but that leaves his daughter. Were it not for a promise to her mother, he’d refuse this payment, not least because Lissa Andrini awakens all of his protective and carnal instincts. The perfect counterfoil for his darker needs and desires, she has the power to bring him to his knees.

Can love flourish when you’re a pawn in a dangerous game?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, Daddy Dom/little girl play

Don't miss the second in Doris O'Connor's McLeod Security series. It stands alone, but readers might find some familiar characters from the first installment. 



Here's an excerpt!

“Fuck you, Sir.”
The snarky intonation she put on that title, while she yanked her chin up and did her best to stare him down, should have made him do good on his promise to put her over his knee. However, the slight wobble in her bottom lip, coupled with the way every delectable curve of her body was pressed into his frame, meant any such action would be a very bad idea indeed. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, and he didn’t want her first time to be angry sex. She deserved better than that.
“Oh, fuck, we will, my dear, but not now and not here.”
Her eyes grew wide, her already fast breaths sped up even more, and Gabe swallowed a groan. He let go of her and stepped back for some much-needed breathing space. As it was his cock was trying his hardest to break out the confines of the denim surrounding it. Gabe couldn’t even remember the last time he wanted a woman this damn much. 
“So, you’re going to add rape to your rap sheet. Murdering innocent women wasn’t enough for you?” 
A gasp from behind them alerted Gabe to Mavis’s presence, and sure enough when he turned his head it was to see her standing there. Hands pushed into the pockets of her ever-present apron her lips were pressed into a fine line, signaling her disapproval.
“Parkinson is here, Gabe,” she said.
“Thank you, Mavis, I’ll be there in a minute.”
She nodded, glanced at Lissandra and shook her head.
“Tell her the truth, Gabe, all of it. Or this will never work.”
With that, she turned and left them alone on the terrace.
“Oh my God, she knows, doesn’t she? I thought she was nice and I could trust her. Oh, I’m such a fool.”
Lissandra tried to get past him, but he stepped in her way.
“Lissa, don’t.” She pushed against his chest in a vain effort to make him move and then glared up at him.
“Don’t you dare call me that. Only Mama ever called me that. Don’t you fucking dare…” She slammed her hand over her mouth and shook her head. Misery and despair rolled off of her in waves, and Gabe had to fight the urge to take her in his arms. She wouldn’t welcome that move right now, if ever, and now was not the time.
Instead he crossed his arms over his chest, widened his stance, and simply looked at her. 
“I’ll call you anything I damn well, please, little girl, and you will lose the attitude. I told you last night, you’re mine now, so you better get used to it. As for Mavis, she is the most loyal person I ever met. Without her, I doubt I would have survived my childhood, so you be nice to her, do you hear me?”
“Or what? You’ll kill me, too?” The mumbled reply grated, and he took several deep breaths to calm himself.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be six feet under already, girl. After the hit on your father went wrong, I’ve never trusted anyone else to do the killing for me ever again.” He waited for that to sink in, and sure enough her head came up, and she stared wide-eyed, confusion evident on her face.
“I thought… it wasn’t…”
“No, little girl. I’m not such a bastard that I would rob a child of its mother, especially when that mother’s only crime was falling in love and staying with that fucker, Andrini. Besides, I prefer to kill with my hands. Much more satisfying.” He uncrossed his arms and wrapped his hands around her slender throat. Her heartbeat jumped under his palms, and he squeezed just once before he released her. “To feel the life draining out a piece of scum that crossed me … that’s sweet.”
“You’re a monster.” Her whispered reply made him grin.
“Yes, I suppose I am. You better get used to it, little girl, and don’t get any silly ideas of crossing me. You behave and do as you’re told, and we’ll get along just fine.”
She swallowed hard, but gave the tiniest nod, and that would have to do for now.
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“So, you’ll kill me if I don’t behave?”  She mimed quotation marks around that one word and nudged her chin up in a move of defiance that simply served to make him harder. It would be fun to tame all that passion, indeed, and knowing that he would be the first man ever to touch her, to teach her … fuck, what a turn-on that was. Gabe had never cared much about being the first. He wasn’t possessive over the women he fucked. That would mean he cared about them to be anything more than a convenient set of holes to sink his dick into, but this was Lissandra Andrini. His revenge and he was fast beginning to realize his destiny, too. Whether she’d also prove to be his downfall remained to be seen.
“Killing is too easy an out. That’s the only reason Andrini still lives. I want him to suffer, to wallow in his own filth. Death is too good for the likes of him. As for you…” He paused and smiled. “I’ve already told you what I’ll do to you. And once that ass of yours is red raw I will fuck it, so, maybe I’ll kill you after all with the petit mort, at least.”
Her sharp intake of breath almost sounded like a moan, and acting on instinct, he stepped closer, and shoved his hand under her robe to cup her mound. Wet heat greeted his palm, and he smirked, while a blush suffused her pale skin. 
“What are you? You can’t … oh…” She tried to clamp her legs together, but one shake of his head stopped her. He forced himself to remove his hand, looked at the glistening evidence of her arousal on his palm and held it up for her to see.
“Protest all you want, Lissa. Hate me if you must, but your body doesn’t lie.” He licked the wetness off his hands and immediately regretted that, as her feminine musk hit his nostrils. Damn, she smelled good.
“I do, I hate you.” Her denial was too breathy to be truly effective, and Gabe laughed.
“No problem, my sweet. You don’t have to like me to enjoy fucking me. Now, go and get dressed, and meet me in the living room in ten minutes. Don’t make me wait, or so help me I drag you out there like this or maybe naked.” He grinned at her simmering outrage. “I’m sure my men would enjoy the view.”
“You wouldn’t dare?”
Gabe threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, my sweet, never dare the monster.”

Wednesday, 20 June 2018

#MidWeekTease A Pair of Eyes

Welcome to #MidWeekTease, the place and time I and other authors offer up a taste of one of our published works or works in progress. This week, I'm sharing from a work on hold. This MS has been sitting in my "trash" folder waiting for something to resurrect it. I may have found that. We'll see. For now, let me know what you think.

Ben clapped my shoulder. “Dude! You have a date with a pair of eyes. How trippy is that? Bet she doesn’t eat or drink anything.”
She didn’t, of course. She couldn’t lower the veil in public, but she did order me a coffee that could double as a wood stain. She also introduced herself and her friends.
“I am Dina. Fathima, my mother. Leila, my aunt.” She gestured to each.
“I’m Dustin,” I reminded her. I fiddled with my ball cap, making my light brown hair even messier. I pulled the brim lower and focused on Dina again.
“Your English is very good.”
“I had a tutor,” she explained. “Mother wanted me educated, and Father loves Mother.” She grinned at Fathima. The only part of the grin I could see was the crinkling of her eyes and a lifting of her veil with her cheeks, but I knew what it was.
“Dina,” I said, stretching my hand across the small table. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she put her hand in mine.
Fascinated, I ran my fingers over the back of her hand, the darker creases in the light brown skin. Then I turned it over and traced the lines of her palm.
Her aunt said something in Farsi that made Fathima laugh but Dina only twitched her fingers.
“What do I do next?” I asked. “How do we...?” I closed my hand around hers and pulled it toward me. I kissed the back of her hand before letting it go.
“You approach my father, ask for my hand.”
“Married?” I asked, shocked. “But you don’t even know me.”
“I watch,” she said. “You are a good man, fair.” Leila said something else and Dina nodded. “I won’t know my husband so well. Father will choose.”
My stomach twisted at that thought.
“Meet me again? Once or twice more? We don’t marry so quickly in America.”
Dina nodded. She toyed with a napkin while we chatted in somewhat broken English. She told me about her brother, her younger sister, both were home with her grandmother. I told her about my sister and niece back in Idaho. I hoped she would start instructing me on how to approach her father.
“When to meet next?” she asked. “Father is difficult. It will take time.”
I nodded. “I’m off again in three days.”
Dina moved my cup, sliding the napkin beneath it. Then she excused herself and left with her aunt and mother. I was pulling out money to pay when I noticed a black mark on the paper napkin. Lifting the cup, I saw writing. Trying not to draw attention, I balled it in my fist, dropped the money on the table and pushed the note into my pocket.
“You do this right,” the man said as he cleaned away the cash. “That right way.” He shook his finger in the direction of Dina.
I smiled and nodded. With luck, I wouldn’t make any major mistakes. I’d seen what the men here did to their women. Made me want to kill most of them. Dina’s father didn’t seem to fit that mold, based on what I’d seen. She was free to come and go and never showed any sign of abuse.
I didn’t pull the napkin out again until I was safely in the compound. Dina had been so careful to conceal it, that I didn’t want anyone knowing about it.
I meet you at hopsital tomorrow after dark.
The words blurred as my hand shook. She wanted to meet me, secretly.

Worth pursuing? I really need someone to help me with the research. If you are muslim, or close to a muslim that might be able to help, please let me know!

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