Tuesday 30 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Hovering

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A chill creeped into her legs. Moist dampness soaked into her thick woolen dress, making it heavy and dark. The light, filtered through mist and cloud, did little to alleviate the darkness. Muted as it was, she shivered, lacking the heat of the sun’s rays.
Creaking filled her ears, a sighing sag. Wood groaned as it held itself up, held her weight, tried to stand tall. And it did. The tree spread leafless branches over her head, like a skeleton, and she would be the tiny rodent hiding within.  
Snow hovered, not forming, not falling, not existing, just hovering on the verge of existence. At any moment, the scale might tip. If enough vapor got cold enough, it would fall. Until then, six fingered crystals waited, an infinitesimal distance from one another.
Her nose turned red and a thin stream began to run from it. She lifted her sleeve to wipe it away, but made a face in disgust when she saw the crusted area made over the last hour.

An hour. Would she freeze to death? Would she thaw? Would she become and fall? Or would she hover here forever, on her perch, the canary in a bone cage.

Sunday 28 December 2014

Sunday Surprise @CarinaPress @MicheleMannon @DanubeAdele @AmylynnBright

Today, I'm happy to introduce you to Carina Press, a digital-first imprint of Harlequin. Whether you like to read contemporary romance, erotic romance, gay/lesbian fiction, science-fiction, fantasy, or any number of other genres – you’ll find something to love at Carina Press. Here are a few of their latest releases.

Out for the Count is another installment in Michele Mannon's Worth The Fight series. With an athletic or sporty theme, they are sure to get your blood pumping along with the characters. This particular volumes pits an undercover narcotics detective against a woman who has just cut ties and is enjoying her new-found freedom.

Caroline Kimberly has added a new book to her Ashford Brothers
series. The Inconvenient Wife, Kyra Deverill, has lost her father. Now the Earl of Griffin, Ethan Ashford, is responsible for her well-being--an unlikely assignment for a renowned playboy. Grif finds the assignment all but impossible because he's lusted after her for most of his life.

Danube Adele has released Dreams of a Wild Heart, part of the Dreamwalkers series. Ceci Bradford has mastered MMA, climbs and dances because just being a twenty-six-year-old doctor isn't enough. Tabron has no need for a mate. What he does have are hands and wicked lips. Surviving a hidden conspiracy and the dangers of an alien place might be more difficult than they imagined.

And finally, not part of an ongoing series, Finish What We've Started by Amylynn Bright builds on a shaky past to put a new foundation under Lee Bennett and Candace Claesson.

Chapter One 
Oh, crap.
Literally, crap. Lee Bennett cursed, then scraped the sole of his work boot on a curb. How had he missed that pile of dog poo? It was like Godzilla had passed through the parking lot.
He raked his fingers through his hair, making himself presentable to meet with his client. He grabbed his clipboard and a manila folder, then slammed the door to the truck’s cab. He skirted another pile of dog poop. Probably an occupational hazard at a veterinary office. He held the door open for a tiny old lady holding a tiny brown dog.
The lobby of All Creatures Veterinary Clinic was loud. And hairy. Lee suppressed a sneeze as a hunk of yellow dog hair floated past his face. He waited by the tall counter as the elderly lady signed in her wee brown dog—or squirrel, honestly it could have been either, it was so small. There was also a woman with a box of gray-striped kittens, a man with something very mysterious rolling around inside a tied pillowcase, and a young guy with a dog the size of a musk ox drooling on a leash. The last one was probably responsible for the poop in the parking lot. What the hell did his owner feed an animal that big? Truant children?
“Can I help you?” The receptionist looked over the counter, trying to spot his animal.
Oh, no. No animals for him. Pets seemed like so much trouble. “Hi. I’m here to see Dr. Claesson about the new clinic.”
“Oh right. He’s expecting you.” She stood up and walked to the door that led to the back. “Why don’t you follow me?”
She led him down a hallway, past a closed door that muffled a feline yowl followed by an alarming thump, and into an office. “You can wait here. He’ll be right with you.” She met his gaze and gave him a full-wattage smile. He gave her a friendly nod. Picking up a girl here, of all places…It wasn’t going to happen.
He wandered around the room and read the diplomas on the wall. There were pictures of Dr. Claesson with all kinds of animals, cats, dogs, horses…A giraffe. Whoa, sure as shit, there was the vet with a damn giraffe. Cool.
He stepped over to the book shelf. Nothing there but reference books and stuff. On the desk sat a photo of the man’s family taken about fifteen years before, based on the clothes. Dr. Claesson had a pretty blonde wife, five handsome blond sons and one gorgeous blonde daughter who had almost been Lee’s wife.
The room was stifling all of a sudden. He plucked at the front of his shirt and told himself to calm down. Taking a seat in front of the desk, he pulled the blueprints from the folder. He spread the papers out, then scanned them for the millionth time. It was a fairly standard layout: big lobby, five exam rooms, surgery, office and boarding kennels in the back.
This wasn’t the type of job he normally preferred, but it was going to be a quick one and the money would allow him to take other, less lucrative jobs that would require more creativity. Besides, he hadn’t been able to figure out a way to graciously say no.
“Lee,” Dr. Claesson said his name in a good-natured bellow as he walked in and shut the door. “How are you today?”
He stood and shook the veterinarian’s hand. “Afternoon, Doc. I’m good. You?”
“Eh,” the doctor said with a smile. “It’s always a good day when I’m not wearing Band-Aids.”
Lee chuckled. “In my line of work, we just close up cuts with some duct tape and move on.”
“Right. But then again, your customers probably don’t bite you on a regular basis.” The doctor took a seat behind the desk. “Are these my plans?”
“Yes, sir.” He leaned over the desk with one hand and pointed to the drawings. “Here is the lobby, exam rooms here on the left, passage along there is the lab and an operating suite, and an office right here—” Lee touched the paper on the far side, “—in the back.”
Dr. Claesson smiled. “That looks great. And you put in the electrical requirements I mentioned?”
“Yep.” Lee reached behind him for the folder and pulled out a typed sheet. “Here are the changes in the estimates. Nothing big.”
The doctor nodded. “Fine, fine. When do we get started?”
“Permits will be ready by the end of the week. Grading will sta—”
The door to the office opened and an agitated female was already talking a mile a minute as she strode into the room. “Dad, I’m not taking Mr. Phillips anymore. There’s nothing wrong with that cat of his. I’m telling you, he just wants to hit on me.”
Candace Claesson. Lee could only stare.
She spotted him and came to a quick stop. “Oh.”
“Lee is doing the construction on the new site.” The doctor was busy going over the estimate sheets and paid no attention to the silence that sucked the air out of the rest of the office.
She was still the most heart-stoppingly lovely woman he had ever seen. Her butter-yellow hair was pulled back in a long braid. He wanted to ask how she’d been. If she was happy. Was she seeing anyone? He wanted to snub her. Or call her a witch, then wrap his arms around her and kiss her until they both couldn’t breathe. Instead he snapped his jaw closed and looked at his paperwork.
“I’m sorry.” She shifted her gaze to her father. “I didn’t know you had someone in here.”
Someone? He was just someone these days?

Thursday 25 December 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #16

Merry Christmas! Another taster from Gentleman. Many tasters on the blog.

“Can we both ride at once? I think so.” She knelt, her sex smothering Harrold for a moment. Then she shifted her hips, rubbing her lips on his. Needing no more encouragement, Harrold dug his fingers into Lynn's ass and used his tongue to lap at her.
The women each had her own rhythm but soon fell into synchronization. When they had, he felt a hand on his belly brushing him. Kendra squealed.
“Yes, yes, Mistress. That is good.” Kendra quivered around him and he thought he felt the fluid from her leak onto his thighs. He didn't stop using his tongue on Lynn. She didn't seem nearly as distracted or inflamed as Kendra, who rocked back and forth. Was she well?
“Take ease, Kendra.” As soon as the black girl moved, Lynn shifted to take her place. Once poised on Harrold, she turned so he could see the delight in her sparkling amber eyes.
“Tell me, Harrold,” she asked as she slowly raised her hips. Only the head of him remained sheathed. “Have you ever seen a black pussy?”
The image made him smile. How different would Kendra's dark brown lips between black curls look? Would they be red, like her tongue?
“No, Lynn. Do you think Kendra would oblige?”
The girl's dark eyes went wide and Lynn laughed as she moved quickly but shallowly, leaving the majority of Harrold's length exposed.
“Come, girl. No sense in modesty now. Show him.” When Kendra continued to hesitate, Lynn clapped her hands. The girl scurried to Harrold's head. Lynn stroked the girl's calf as she slid over more of Harrold. He closed his eyes, expecting to climax, but it didn't come. He opened his eyes to see his hands on Lynn's hips, though he couldn't say when he'd grabbed them. She held still, waiting as he did for the urge to pass. Then she chided Kendra again.
“Well, kneel, fool girl, or get on your hands and knees. He can't see you up there.”

Practically shaking, she dropped to her knees, turning to face away from him. The first thing noticeable was how her thighs, and some of the hair, gleamed with moisture. As he leaned forward, he could see her lips, brown, but at the same time rosy. The outside, beneath the hair was dark. Inside, she was paler, reminding him of her palms. He could almost smell her. If only she were a little closer.

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Tuesday 23 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - The Savoy

Jesse shivered, waiting outside a few minutes longer. She wasn’t on the street or in the lobby. He’d sent her the key to his room with the number written on it. He wasn’t sure she would take him up on his offer. It was risky, meeting in public.
The hotel was hardly a train station or pub. Someone might notice each of them passing through, but no one would be watching once they were safely behind doors.
Kelly still hadn’t appeared and Jesse’s anxiety got the better of him. He popped into the hotel’s bar and ordered a whiskey. He drained the two ounces in as many gulps, the fire burning his throat flowing lower and pooling in his stomach. Thinking about Kelly, imagining her in his room, the fire burned even lower still. Frustrated he took the elevator to the twelfth floor.
He stopped just outside the doors. His door was the last on the right, but from here he could see someone standing at it.
With long confident strides, he covered the few yards in moments, positioning himself behind her and sliding one hand over her middle. Her painted fingers fumbled the plastic key.

“I knew you’d come.”

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Sunday 21 December 2014

Sunday Surprise Decadent Publishing @DecadentPub @IngeUlrike @shilohsaddler @vsmorgan1

Decadent Publishing has a page full of new releases as well as a selection of holiday stories. I'm going to focus on some of the newest releases.

Can Emma fall for Mr. Unexpected when she doesn’t believe in Mr. Right or even Mr. Right Now…? Falling for Mr. Unexpected is set in Africa, bringing two vacationers together. This recent offering from Inge Saunders is sure to warm you up on a cold winter night.

The second volume of Box of 1 Night Stands is spicy morsel after spicy morsel. The pieces by Sabrina York, Mina Carter, Dominique Eastwick, JoAnne Kenrick, Louisa Bacio, Heather Long, Kate Richards, Kerry Adrienne, Leigh Ellwood, Cate Masters, Melissa Kendall, Jessica E. Subject, Angela S. Stone, Deanna Wadsworth, D.L. Jackson, Rebecca Royce and Lia Davis range the globe and the timeline. From regency to current day, from vampires to were-wolves and even a sports team, you are sure to find something you fancy among them.

Sam's Temptation by V.S. Morgan features Sam Malone,the brains behind a guest and working ranch. On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. What’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?

Bitten By Snakeoil is the first in the Medicine Show series from Shiloh Saddler. One of many stories Beyond Fairy Tales from Decadent, Jed uses all his strength and energy to fight his attraction to sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions. A western fantasy, this brings historical together with a familiar story of boy meets boy.

The list of releases goes on, but here is a sample of Bitten By Snakeoil.

A short, wiry man stood on the pullout platform in the back of his brightly colored wagon playing a banjo and singing about a miracle-working elixir. “Peter Saint’s powders and tonics can make the old feel young again and make the blind see. They can make the crippled walk and the ill-tempered gleeful.” Townsfolk doing their Saturday shopping gathered around, taking in the medicine show.

I couldn’t recall the last time a medicine show had come through Tumbleweed. Leaning against the side of my shop, I took in the entertainment from a distance, and my pulse quickened. The man’s strong, melodious voice captivated me. No, if I was truly honest with myself, I was more interested in the way he filled out that sharp salesman’s suit. If only I could peel off his navy-blue striped vest and white shirt to run my hands across the planes of his chest and then open his sable trousers.

The breeze ruffled Mr. Saint’s blond hair under his chestnut-colored derby. The movement drew my attention to the man’s emerald eyes. Realizing I was staring, I bent my head, and my cheeks heated. It must be nearing 100 degrees outside. I grabbed my shirt collar and tugged it up to wipe off some of the sweat oozing down my neck. I struck the match against the side of my shop and lit my pipe. Tobacco wasn’t as good a distraction as a cool glass of whiskey, but it would have to do for the moment.

Taking a puff on my pipe, I tried not to look at the man with the perfect build.

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Thursday 18 December 2014

Winter Warm-Up #Bloghop - Nothing like a hot bath

Perfect crystals that don't shatter but melt away, leaving only the smallest drop of dampness to know they had ever been. Many melt, billions, trillions, but eventually, one doesn't. The next doesn't either, and the next billion, trillion, slowly pile up and form an unmarred blanket that turns an entire vista into monochrome. The white of the snow and the light grey of the sky.

Of course, after playing in that snow, you need a warm up. How about a nice bath? Here are two excerpts from my Blue Moon House series that feature a bath. The first is from Kitten, the prequel to Blue Moon House, the second excerpt. Leave a comment below about how you prefer to warm up and win an electronic copy of either Kitten or Blue Moon House.

“I won't stay long,” Sophia warned. She doffed the robe she wore and slipped into the tub, placing herself in Jocelyn's lap. Jocelyn ran her fingers down Sophia's cheek. “May I ask, Madam?”
Sophia chuckled. “I prefer Mistress. Madam makes me feel old.”
Jocelyn laughed. “You do not look old, Mistress.”
"Well, that's good.”
"What makes your eyes so brilliant? Lynn said I wouldn't believe it, but I keep wondering.”
Sophia didn't answer. She ran her hand along Jocelyn's leg, pulling it over her own and stroking it. “It is a condition. It isn't spreading, though. You would have to...ingest us for it to happen to you.”
At the mention of ingesting, Jocelyn kissed Sophia's neck, nibbling on it.
Sophia laughed. “A little more than that.”
"But not here.” Jocelyn took her time, running her fingers along the crease of Sophia's thigh and up the inside before curling her fingers to tease the other woman's labia. “I ingested plenty from there.”
Sophia hummed, sinking lower in the bath and sending a small wave cresting over the side. She sat up. “Bother. That's very bad for the floor, the reason we don't fill the tub very full.”
Jocelyn stayed in place, frowning when Sophia began to pull herself out of the tub. She didn't say anything else, learning slowly. Sophia left the room and Jocelyn sighed, extracting herself from the tub as well. When Sophia came back with an arm full of towels, Jocelyn wrapped one around herself. Sophia dropped the rest in a pile.
"Actually, you will clean that up,” she said with a confident smile.

Julia ran the tube and lounged in it, soaking away the aches, the new bruises over the old, the burning in her pussy and ass. Not long after she’d settled in , the door to the bathroom opened and Nicholas came to sit on the toilet lid.
Julia sighed. An eternity, but this vampire couldn’t wait an hour.
“I am not your master now,” Nicholas told her. “I will be when you come out. I have something I need to see for myself, but I thought perhaps you’d like to talk to someone. Someone who isn’t Harry.” His smile was friendly.
Julia sighed in relief this time and gave a small chuckle. “I didn’t expect to have a second week here,” she admitted freely. “I had gotten so used to Dominants taking one look at me, beating me for their own pleasure, and then never looking at me again. I wasn’t prepared for the unbridled pleasure Harry gave me that first night. I didn’t dare dream he’d ask me to come back.”
“Why not?” Nicholas asked. “Just because the others didn’t?”
Julia thought before answering. “Not only that. Because it was too good to be true. It was beyond anything I had expected, the way he pushed me. I took pride in never needing to use my safeword, but he forced me to use it again and again. He pushed me as far as I could go and then proved to me that I could go further.” She shook her head. “And to think he wants to keep me. It incomprehensible. What am I? Some decrepit human.” She slapped the water, making it splash.
Nicholas chuckled “You aren’t as old as that. He wants you for everything you just described.”

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Thursday Taster - Gentleman #15

Lynn gets in on the fun in this taste from Gentleman. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

A hand combed through his dark curls, making his eyes close heavily. “Forgive me,” Kendra whispered a moment before leather snapped across his back.
This was what he had come for. The sexual release was wonderful, but he could have that at any whorehouse. This, the blazing pain, seared away the intangible hurts. The aloof nature of his wife, the barrage from his employer and clients, they whittled away his soul. All were burned in the fire blooming in that welt.
“Again,” Lynn ordered when Kendra hesitated. The maid's arm was strong, built from labor, and the second welt burned as hot as the first. In this fire he became light, floating. The weight of carrying every whim of his wife, every request of his mother, every new client, all burned to ash. Still, he felt an ache in his heart and mind, a need for something his life denied him.
Four more lashes and each brought him closer to freedom, closer to relief. With one last crack, he screamed out, the fire having nothing left to consume. The leather fell to floor just as he did, his forehead resting on cool wooden planks. He could see the instrument of his torture, smell it, and it only aroused him more.
Kendra descended, wrapping her arms around his head. “I'm sorry. Forgive me, sir. I'm so-” she was cut off in a gasp at the same time a smack sounded.
“You are to address him as an equal,” Lynn reminded her. “Though, if you seek forgiveness, you might help ease this.” She used her toes to push Harrold onto his side and reveal his erection.
“Oh, yes.” Kendra didn't question, taking him in her hand and stroking vigorously.
Harrold rolled onto his back, gritting his teeth and grinning at the renewed pain. “Ride me again,” he told her, pulling on her hips.
Kendra looked to Lynn, who nodded. Once the girl had hold of him again, Lynn moved to stand over Harrold's face. He looked straight up into the hair covering her and licked his lips.
“Can we both ride at once? I think so.” She knelt, her sex smothering Harrold for a moment. Then she shifted her hips, rubbing her lips on his. Needing no more encouragement, Harrold dug his fingers into Lynn's ass and used his tongue to lap at her. 

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Tuesday 16 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Rex

James rolled onto his back, arm thrown across his eyes to block out the light. His head pounded and it felt like a hot needle was being driven into his right eye, despite covering it complete. His stomach turned and twisted, threatening to send him a more visceral reminder of last night.
He sat up, suddenly aware he had no idea where he was. Did a girl take him home? The light stabbed his eye again and he covered it with a hand, using the other to pull back the sheets.
A small yip stopped him. Looking down he spied the puppy climbing his way clumsily up the bed. He wiped out twice before perching atop James’ pelvis. Lifting one leg, he scratched his ear.
James chuckled and brought both his hand down, giving the dog the scratching he so obviously craved. As he sat up, he felt something a little off. He must have pulled something last night, partied too hard.
He continued to play with the dog, digging to try to remember something beyond where the party had been.
“You found Rex.”  The man in the doorway was naked, his gaze betraying his thoughts.

Not a girl then.

Teasing! Was that mean? I hope not. Plenty more teasers on the blog.

Sunday 14 December 2014

Sunday Surprise - Liquid Silver @lsb_lsbooks @kalynncooperbook @jessicacale @emmaweylin @thegoddessnaomi

Welcome to another Sunday and another publisher. Today I'm highlighting Liquid Silver Books and six of their most recent releases.

From Michelle Kelly we have Borgia Heat. An unexpected reunion has Giovanni leScala playing the game of his life for the woman he thought lost to him forever. Danger, intrigue, and passion. Set before 1600, this historical romance with extra spice is sure to keep you warm on the cold December nights.

Crimson Desire by Elisabeth Morgan Popolow is the second book in her Blood Rose series. Sang’s sadistic blood-mistress has developed an unhealthy obsession for Lily White. Kidnapped and hidden away in a castle full of dark, deadly secrets, their lives hang in the balance as Lily and Sang try to find a way to escape with their sanity intact. Be prepared for all sorts of pairings and menage as you make your way through this hot piece of fiction.

Emma Weylin has released the third installment of her Secret Blood series, Going Under. Kenzie Butler is in love with the man who saved her life eight years ago. Her problem? Tiberius is a Siberian were-tiger with the ability to scent his mate, and she wasn’t it. After Kenzie survives a mysterious were-bear attack in her place of work, Tiberius learns the scientists altered more than his state of mind. Just when he thought he could take Kenzie as his mate he discovers he could be the biggest threat to her life.

The next three releases are all the first in new series. Ruled by the Moon from Naomi Bellina is one I actually got to beta read in its early stages. I love getting a sneak peek on these great stories. Her Nocturne series introduces us to a psychic vet and a secretive werewolf. Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town.

Tyburn is the first Southwark Saga book from Jessica Cale. Sally Green is about to die. She sees Death in the streets. She can taste it in her gin. She can feel it in the very walls of the ramshackle brothel where she is kept to satisfy the perversions of the wealthy. She had come to London as a runaway in search of her Cavalier father. Instead, she found Wrath, a sadistic nobleman determined to use her to fulfill a sinister ambition. As the last of her friends are murdered one by one, survival hinges on escape. This suspense and spice filled historical romance will take into the heart of Restoration London and hold you hostage until the end.

The last, and most seasonally appropriate, is the first In Cancun book from KaLyn Cooper. Christmas in Cancun features a sexy former SEAL and beautiful Mayan anthropologist on a treasure hunt. Busy building a new career with his catamaran company, former SEAL Jack Girard had all but forgotten about his grandfather’s quest to find the golden Mayan goddess statues until his brother’s beautiful widow, Jillian, and adorable daughter, Addison, arrive in Cancun with the research. This contemporary suspense adventure will have you sweating in the hot Mexican sun. Here is a taste of what you will find between the covers.

Jack watched the line bleed from customs as tired families pushed heavily-laden carts overfilled with suitcases and pulled staggering children through the opaque doors into the tiled lobby, the vacation excitement lost hours ago in cramped airplane seats miles above the ocean.
Melodic giggles preceded the sprinting toddler through the doors as a purple sundress and flying blonde darted around a well-traveled couple in their mid-fifties. The gentleman with graying temples and a grandfatherly smile reached out to the little rocket as she slipped inches past his grasp.
“Sorry, miss. I almost had her,” he apologized to the strawberry blonde that stepped from the customs area. She stretched her long legs to catch the laughing, three-foot-tall dervish.
“Thank you, sir, for trying.” She flashed the man a bright smile. The flash of white against full pink lips almost knocked Jack to his knees. Damn, she was pretty. More than pretty, she’s stunning.
The doors opened again, and Jack forced his gaze back to the exit as a few more stragglers pushed through. Complete families with husband, wife, and two kids drove their small herds toward the taxi and shuttle lines. Damn, where is she?
He watched the little purple sundress evade her mother’s reach and admired the way the jeans hugged her tightly toned butt when she bent to capture the child. A mental slideshow of all the things he’d like to do to that body in that position flowed past. Jack considered walking over and offering his card to her with a sizable discount. Hell, he’d make her today’s winner of a free catamaran ride just to see that body in a bikini.
Jack’s gaze swept the area once again. This time he wasn’t looking for potential danger. He was searching for the father of this beautiful baby, husband to the attractive woman. Plenty of men paid attention to them, but none acted as though they belonged with her. He checked out her left hand as she dashed by ten feet from where he leaned against a pillar. No gold ring encircled her finger, but there was a definite indentation where one had been. That could mean many things. Hope racketed up another notch.
“Addison Elizabeth Girard, you little Houdini.” The woman scooped up the giggling child in both arms and rolled the baby’s tummy to her lips for raspberries. Squeals of pure unadulterated joy echoed around the nearly empty atrium.
The sight warmed something deep within him. He smiled at the touching scene of mother and daughter, laughing and playing. They were so perfect together. He considered his offer of a free day on his catamaran and pictured her in a tiny bikini chasing little Addison— Like a punch to the solar plexus, it hit him.
Fuck me.
The beautiful woman he’d had illicit thoughts about was his sister-in-law. He wanted to hate himself for the images that remained seared into his brain. The picture of her and the baby laughing screamed of family. Then his undersexed libido added…my family. Mine. Every mental picture he’d painted of Jillian was so far removed from the woman in front of him. He’d expected someone with large ugly glasses, her hair forcefully twisted and pinned to her head, her back stalwartly straight. In his mind, he’d been looking for a woman with at least twenty-five extra pounds. His sister had said she was pudgy.
Jimmy had been a big guy, over six feet like himself, but he’d never played sports. He could have played football like Jack, but Jimmy had been lumbering. In fact, he was a little uncoordinated. He was more interested in their grandfather’s Mayan research than sports. He had a hard time envisioning this shapely woman with luscious curves with his brother. Truth be told, he didn’t want to paint that picture because she’d not only been with Jimmy, she’d been his wife. Together, they’d made that beautiful little girl. A daughter Jimmy never got to meet. He’d died when Jillian was five months pregnant.
Straight long hair, more blonde than red, swung side to side just above nicely rounded hips. The short-sleeved T-shirt was the color of the rainforest and matched her playful eyes. He imagined those eyes dark with passion as he pushed into her for the first time. Shit. No. This is my brother’s wife. Oh, God. How could I think of her like that? But he had and continued to as she swished her way back to the closed customs doors.
She planted the baby on her hip in a gesture she’d obviously done a thousand times and reached for the doors just as they opened. A blue-uniformed customs agent easily pushed the overloaded cart filled with suitcases, boxes, and a baby car seat. The smile he gave her was not exactly friendly, but more of male appreciation.

You can read the rest of the first chapter at Liquid Silver Books. As always, if you have a publisher I should highlight, please leave a comment!

Friday 12 December 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Becoming

Flasher Fiction Friday. We have a very interesting picture this week. It definitely sparked something for me. Check out what everyone else saw by hopping over to the blog.

Sometime before dawn. Somewhere between heaven and earth. Someone between men and angels. Something new.

She hovered between planes, between realities. She was neither here nor there. How long could she balance here? When would a weight tip the scales? She stretched, feeling the edges of both, dipping her toes in each. Here she was a god, there a girl. Neither wanted her but neither would let her go. Suspended, she waited. One day she would fall or rise. One day she would become. The world would shake and the heavens burn when at last she stepped across the threshold. 

Thursday 11 December 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #14

Here is a little more of Harrold's encounter with Kendra. Lots of tasters to check out on the blog!

“I'm going to ride you until you come,” she told him, shifting her weight to drive more of him into her. He gritted his teeth as her cheek rested against his. “This isn't scary. It's fun.”
“There will be something even more fun after,” Lynn promised. “Not all men are here to hurt you.”
Harrold leaned into Lynn's hand on his cheek, then turned to kiss Kendra's dark round one. He wished there were a way to please both of them.
Kendra got her long legs in place and stretched toes to floorboards. Then, she started slamming her hips into his. She wasn't heavy, but obviously strong, the chair groaning as loudly as either of them.
Lynn whispered to him again, “You will be strapped.”
The threat was enough nudge as Kendra squeezed him tight in her own release. He clung to the black girl, biting into her shoulder as he spurted stream after stream into her.
She sighed as she leaned back. Harrold held her and kissed her arched neck. She laughed and the sound warmed him. There was no laughter in his life.
“Nothing like boss man,” she repeated, taking Harrold's face between her paler palms and kissing him again. Her tongue moved more smoothly this time, finding his.
The kiss was interrupted by Lynn's command, “Kendra, on your feet.”
Startled, the girl nearly sprang from Harrold, standing by the bed with her head bowed and hands clasped before her.
“Harrold, kneel before her.”
He did so, staring in fascination at his white discharge against her dark skin.
“No, love, face away.” Lynn took his shoulders and positioned him. His flaccid cock began to stir. He had climaxed, which meant he was about to be strapped.
“No, Ma'am,” Kendra said behind him, “I couldn't.”
“You will, or I will use it on you,” Lynn warned.
A hand combed through his dark curls, making his eyes close heavily. “Forgive me,” Kendra whispered a moment before leather snapped across his back.
This was what he had come for. The sexual release was wonderful, but he could have that at any whorehouse. This, the blazing pain, seared away the intangible hurts. The aloof nature of his wife, the barrage from his employer and clients, they whittled away his soul. All were burned in the fire blooming in that welt.

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Tuesday 9 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Six

The door banged open, thudding against the wall beside it. She barely caught sight of the child bursting through and up the stairs.
“Douglas! Take off your shoes and shut the door!”
He didn’t come right away and the timer on the oven buzzed at her, drawing her attention away. She opened the door of the oven to see the cookies were ready, a beautiful golden brown, the chocolate shining as it balanced between liquid and solid. She almost put her fingertip to one before catching herself and using a flipper to move them from the hot pan to a cooling rack.
“Cookies!” Douglas cheered, running back down the stairs and peering over the edge of the counter. “Can I have one?”
“When you’ve taken off your shoes and closed the door.” He ran to obey and Laura got out, “Don’t slam,” before her reminder was punctuated by a very loud thud. Sighing, she transferred one to a plate and poured a glass of milk.
“What were you doing today?”

“Oh! I got something for you,” Douglas said, putting a dirty hand into his pocket. He pulled out a small white flower with six perfect points. Six, just like him.

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Sunday 7 December 2014

Sunday Surprise: Loose ID (@loveunleashed) featuring @Keiraandrews @CashCatelyn Heloise West (@velvetpanic) and AllieQuinn

Part of the fun of Sunday Surprise is surprising myself. Today I have another publisher that I didn't know before the post. Loose ID. I have four of their new releases to tempt you today. All of which fit the holiday spirit.

Heloise West has written Hitting Black Ice and given us the gift of male/male strife, tension and fulfillment. ER physician's assistant Hunter guards his heart carefully, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Shawn, the front desk clerk. Shawn is on the run from the law and love to protect himself and anyone else involved. Forced into a hostage situation, buried passion explodes in the aftermath, and sex in the supply closet brings their hearts back to life. Tentatively, step by step, they begin to explore a relationship together until the past catches up with Shawn.

Catelyn Cash gives us Wicked Wonderland and a real elf among the many costumes. She is a beautiful, uninhibited woman who yearns for a cock bigger than the standard Elfish three inches. There is also a man eager for his first ever sexual encounter with the opposite sex. And his lover, who has some ideas of his own about how to make this a highly memorable Christmas for all.

Holding the Edge by Kiera Andrews is a gay romance taken to the ice. Misha Reznikov has an Olympic gold—and a secret lover who just happens to be the silver medalist. As they prepare for a special holiday skating show on Christmas Eve in Dev's hometown, tension builds. How long can Misha and Dev keep their love secret—and what happens if one of them wants to stop hiding?

Christmas Past and Christmas Presents, could Allie Quinn have found a more seasonal title? Through the help of three fun Christmas ghosts, Dane is shown his relationship with his girlfriend, Sara. The ghost of Christmas past reminds him of all the exciting places and ways he and Sara have spent Christmas. The ghost of Christmas present shows him how stupidly he's chosen her Christmas gift. Then, the ghost of Christmas future reveals his bleak future without her.

Here is a glimpse at that hot version of a Dickens classic.

Dane woke with a start.
His head was fuzzy, and it took several seconds of blinking for his eyes to focus.
He was pretty certain that when he’d flopped onto the couch, the lights on the tree had been off. So how had they gotten turned back on? “What the hell?”
He tried to sit up. His head felt like it weighed twenty-five pounds. Then he saw her: an absolutely gorgeous, model-beautiful blonde with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. The sight of a strange woman wearing a sparkly white minidress, black stiletto heels, and a Santa hat in his apartment had him springing off the sofa in an instant. Damn. His vision swam, and he lost his balance. Weak-kneed, he fell and crashed into the coffee table.
The girl reached out and swiped the Christmas dove ornament off the table a second before he would have fallen on it. His left knee hit the floor. His right one hit the corner of the table. His face slammed into the surface not far from where the ornament had been. Dane groaned.
“Oh, I bet that hurt.” Her words held not an ounce of sympathy. “Good thing this ornament didn’t get broken, though. It would look great right here.”
She hung the doves on the branch where Sara had hung them. How did she know it had hung there? And hadn’t Sara said the same exact words? It would look great right here.
“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my place? How’d you get in here?”
“Ooooo, aren’t we in a good mood? I was told you’d be cranky.” She turned from the tree and offered him a smile that shone almost as bright as her dress.
“You’re about to see me crankier as I toss your ass out of here.” He needed to use both hands on the coffee table in order to haul himself to a standing position. Damn, but he wished the room would quit spinning. He took a step toward her. “Who told you I was cranky? Steve? Did Steve send you?” Steve, his partner at city hall, couldn’t know about his argument with Sara. No one did, unless Sara had told someone. Maybe she did, because leave it to Steve to pay for someone to come and spend Christmas Eve with him. “Whatever he paid you to come visit me, you can keep it. Now get the hell out and leave me alone.”
“I can’t leave you yet. And you can’t toss me out either.”
“Wanna bet?” He reached for her. He’d never physically tossed anyone out the door. And he didn’t readily like the idea of starting his tossing career with such a beauty like her. But damn, she’d challenged him. There was his fucking pride again.
His hands clapped together as she disappeared before his eyes.
“See, I told you,” she said, speaking from behind him.
He turned so fast he nearly lost his balance. “How’d you do that? Who are you?”
“I’m Christy, the Ghost of Christmas Past.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, right. And I’m Santa Claus.”
She grew serious. “No, you’re not. You’re Dane Carlton. Santa is much nicer than you are.”

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Thursday 4 December 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #13

Kendra really settles in, pleasing Lynn and pleasuring Harrold. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

Kendra was doing quite well, for all that she seemed mystified by him. She was learning through trial. Every time he twitched in her hand, he got a flash of her white teeth against her dark lips. She wouldn't have heard Lynn, wouldn't understand why he twitched when she wasn't stroking.
“Use your mouth, Kendra, just like you would on me,” Lynn suggested. She was more gentle now, the riding crop dangling at her side.
The girl turned to look at Lynn over her shoulder, but the older woman pushed her between Harrold's knees, holding her neck as she forced the girl to look closely at his cock. She seemed to shake, but took him in her hand again and kissed the tip. His head had just started to push through the foreskin thanks to her ministrations. Her hot lips stuck to him a moment, coming away with a bead of fluid stretching between them.
Kendra licked her lips again and smiled, letting out a relieved, “Ha!” Her lips wrapped around him and he tossed his head back at the sudden change. No longer slow and tentative, she took him into her mouth. She'd seemed inexperienced, but no virgin could do this.
As sometimes happened, he thought of Veronica, imagining her doing something sexual. As it usually did, the image made him laugh. He'd come to the conclusion that his wife had no sex drive whatsoever.
When he chuckled, Kendra let him slip from her mouth to laugh with him. That made him even jollier. The more they amused one another, the braver Kendra became. “You're nothing like boss man,” she said as she straddled him, her long legs sliding under the arms of the chair. “I like you.”
“I like you, too,” he said, holding her back and leaning down to kiss one of those fascinating black nipples. Kendra squirmed when he did, her slick skin sliding over him until she caught him in the right place and pushed down with her hips.
Harrold's teeth closed on her nipple, biting her in response to the sudden change around him. She squealed but quieted just as quickly, rocking on him.
“I'm going to ride you until you come,” she told him, shifting her weight to drive more of him into her. He gritted his teeth as her cheek rested against his. “This isn't scary. It's fun.”

“There will be something even more fun after,” Lynn promised. “Not all men are here to hurt you.”

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Tuesday 2 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Dreams

Tanya bolted upright, gasping for breath. She could almost hear the echo of her scream. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains, but she still felt like she was drowning in darkness. The smothering sensation turned her ragged breaths into sobs.
As always happened, she couldn’t remember anything of the dream. She only remembered a weight on her chest, something warm and thick over her mouth and nose, and the sparks that came when she held her breath too long.
Thankfully, her roommate did not come barging in. Her screams had woken him before and she had opened her eyes to find him shaking her shoulders, his warm brown eyes wide with fear. She had tried to explain, but how did she tell him it was just a nightmare?
There was a knock on the door.
“Tanya? Are you up? Can I come in?”
Tanya pushed matted hair back from her still sweat streaked face. She would look awful, but he’d seen her as bad before.
“Yeah, I guess.”

Peter poked his head in, his long dark ponytail hanging over his shoulder. “I have something for you,” he said. He fiddled at her window, stepping away to reveal a dream catcher.

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