Watch out-Eden’s writing her dirty vampires again!
Eden: If you’ve known me for any length of time you *know* how much I adore my vampires! My Midnight Playground series is different from anything else I write. It’s what I do when I need to hit the writerly ‘reset button’. It always energizes me, inspires me…and with ROGUE I was inspired to write some very dirty, hard-core scenes! They’re vampires, after all, and they can physically take things a human couldn’t survive-which makes for some very interesting kink! My favorite kind. And this is the very first male/male story I’ve written. I’ve done m/f, m/m/f menage, m/m/m/m/f…. So this combination was the only one not checked off my bucket list. So hang onto your panties as we take a peek at my latest vampire, Rogue, and the dark near-future Europe where he lives…er…sort of…
The anti-monarchy riots in London in 2040 began a downhill course for the rest of Europe, and bit by bit, most of the world. Brought on by a gradual, unrelenting financial collapse, the democratic governments who stepped in did no better—roads were left in disrepair, city services ceased to exist, and the world’s governments were nothing more than understaffed military squadrons unprepared to deal with the anger and fear of the people. Soon the streets of every major city were torn by gunfire, bombings and general chaos. A perfect time for the vampires to step out of the shadows.
They had remained hidden for centuries, gathering strength, wealth, knowledge and power. They have established their presence by buying up many of the world’s most treasured and beautiful properties, and in many of these the Vampire Council has established the Midnight Playground clubs. These elite clubs are their dens of iniquity, where they can pursue their nearly unquenchable thirst for blood and sex. Where those humans lucky enough to be admitted might be chosen as partners in their pursuit of pleasure and pain. Where they may be offered the Seeking Kiss, when the vampires drink their blood, or the even more sought-after Turning Kiss, in which a vampire might offer them the gift of immortality.
These select humans have come to worship the dark and exquisite vampires. In a world which offers little hope, the Midnight Playground clubs are one of the few remaining arenas of beauty and hold the intriguing, distant glimmer of a perfect future.
But the vampires are far from perfect themselves…
The Council has an established set of rules, one of which is that any vampire who Turns another must teach their dark children how to survive, how to feed, how to flourish. Those who violate the Council’s rule are called rogues, and some of their crimes are punishable by death. Vampires may call themselves ‘immortal’ and their bodies have that capacity—but they can die. They breathe the air, just as humans do, and can therefore be smothered to death or drowned by any strong enough to do it. They can literally be torn apart by a vampire who is older and stronger. And in the case of those who have lived too long, who feel the weight of too many centuries, suicide is also a possibility.
The vampires, having lived for so long, are often tragic figures–and some have been known to lose their hold on sanity. You can see more of what this entails by reading the prequel to my Midnight Playground series, Ever: The Turning-free now on ARe, Smashwords and B&N, and coming soon to Amazon!
The penalty for his crimes is pain…and pleasure.
He is Rogue.
He has known no other life, no other name. Turned at the tender age of nineteen on the dark streets of London, he wanders Europe, angry and rebellious, haunted by the crime that has followed him for over a century. Always alone.
He is Ramsey.
Member of the Vampire Council, all he has are his memories of dazzling grief and unrelenting pain—his only respite is blood and sex. Until a young rogue vampire poaches in his territory…
Inexorably drawn to each other, the head of Madrid’s Midnight Playground and the rebel from nowhere will find passion in each other’s arms—and discover a dangerous secret that could irrevocably change both their worlds.
This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.
EXCERPT (WARNING! Dirty stuff ahead!):
Ramsey sat on the velvet sofa, all stark, raw male beauty, a contrast against the elegant delicacy of the furniture. Not that Ramsey himself wasn’t elegant—he was as elegant as he was primal. It was a combination that made Rogue’s blood heat in a way it never had before.
He commanded his cock to calm as he followed Ramsey’s imperial gesture and sat next to him. Ramsey filled fresh glasses from the decanter and drank deeply. Rogue sipped, the liquid still strange on his tongue.
Finally he asked, “So, is it your habit to drink your wine in silence? Or was there something you wanted to talk with me about?”
“I want to know more about you, Rogue.”
“Such as where you come from.”
Ramsey’s hand shot out and gripped the back of Rogue’s neck, squeezing just hard enough to hurt. To command. He hated that he felt commanded by his touch. But it was undeniable. Undeniable and arousing. He loved it.
“Do not play with me, Rogue. You will answer my questions.”
He shrugged. “Fine. Ask.”
“Tell me where you came from,” Ramsey repeated. “You are obviously English. Where were you made?”
He nodded. That, at least he could answer. “London.”
Ramsey let his hand slip away. “And after your Turning?”
“I’ve been traveling for years. France, Berlin, Prague, Rome.”
Ramsey’s piercing green gaze narrowed. “All of the cities you’ve named hold a Midnight Playground club. Clubs whose security has been breached.”
Rogue nodded carefully. “Yes, though I haven’t made it to Amsterdam.”
“Is there some reason why?”
“It was to be next on my list.”
“Which you tell me without hesitation.”
“Why shouldn’t I? You’ve caught me slinking about like the creature of the night I am. You knew right away I am the rogue you seek, that I was not here as a member of your club. I don’t belong to any of the clubs.”
“And why not? It seems you gravitate to them with suspicious frequency, so something about these places draws you.”
Rogue shrugged one shoulder carelessly. “They are a source for mischief, entertainment, nothing more. And I don’t like authority.”
“Don’t you?” Ramsey asked, heat burning in his gaze. “You liked it well enough as I held you down and shoved my cock in your ass.”
He laughed. “Sex is another matter entirely, isn’t it? Being overpowered…that’s the novelty for our kind. So novel it’s liberating. Don’t tell me you don’t love it when an older vampire takes you, Ramsey, owner of this place or not. We are vampires. We do not discriminate when it comes to sex, other than that our lovers be beautiful.”
“True enough. But if you had any ideas about fucking me—”
“Of course not. Not unless you chose to allow it.” He smiled slowly, his fangs nicking his bottom lip. “You might at some point, you know. It’s happened before.” He leaned toward the older vampire, his elbows resting on his bare knees, lowering his voice. “I’ve fucked older, more powerful vampires than you, Ramsey. They have gone down on their knees or spread their legs to have me ravage them, males and females alike.” He sat back. “I’m told I have my charms.”
Ramsey rose to his feet, standing before him, his long, hard cock inches from Rogue’s mouth. “Show me your charms now, young one,” he commanded, grabbing a fistful of Rogue’s hair.
Rogue licked his lips, eyeing the gorgeous shaft of flesh. “Gladly.”
He would have said more but Ramsey shoved his cock between his lips.
Rogue moaned as his mouth was filled with succulent cock. He let his tongue circle the head before swallowing the entire length of the shaft.
“Suck,” Ramsey demanded.
He obliged, sucking hard, the head of Ramsey’s thick cock hitting the back of his throat. He wrapped his hand around the base, using it to try to control the surging in and out, but Ramsey’s hand fisted tightly in his hair as he began to fuck his mouth in vicious strokes, only slowing when Rogue’s fangs tore at his flesh.
“Don’t you dare bite me.”
But he wouldn’t have tried. He didn’t want to ruin this—the older vampire’s gorgeously swollen cock between his lips… It was too good. And he knew perfectly well Ramsey was twice as strong as he was. He gloried in that idea as he sucked him, as Ramsey began to groan with pleasure.
Rogue’s own cock was hard as steel, pulsing with need. He reached down and began to stroke himself, his hips moving in rhythm with the punishing pace the older vampire had set. Pleasure was a tight coil in his belly, in his balls.
Ramsey plunged, faster and faster, his hand holding Rogue’s head in place. He was choking, barely able to breathe. He loved every moment of it—the act of handing himself over to this kind of power, even as Ramsey grew weaker with pleasure as his climax neared. And Rogue was working his own cock with his hand, arching into his fist.
He felt Ramsey’s cock pulse against his tongue before the vampire bucked his hips, crying out as he came. He drank it down, that lovely vampire come tinged with the metallic taste of blood—all he would get from him for now. That earthy flavor had his own cock pulsing into his palm, pleasure white hot against his cool, preternatural hand.
Ramsey’s cock was still choking him. He groaned around it, the groan turning into a growl as his orgasm ripped through him.
He was still shivering with it as he licked the older vampire’s shaft clean, pausing to swirl his tongue at the head.
Ramsey released his head with a rough shove and stepped back so abruptly it took Rogue a moment to get his bearings.
“I’m going to my office now.” He turned his back to Rogue and strode toward a pair of doors on one side of the chamber. He lifted one arm high in the air, making a graceful gesture with his hand, the muscles in his elegant back rippling. He called out, “Julian! Take him away. And call the Council.”
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A look at the book that started it all...THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in the Midnight Playground series…
Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…
For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.
Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.
The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine…
EXCERPT (WARNING: More X-Rated stuff!):
Her mind was emptying out. Too much sensation going on to think. Too much of her most treasured fantasies come to life. Was this really happening?
But the tall one pulled out, stepped away from his partner, reached out and took her hand. His skin was hard and cool on the surface, with a strange sort of warmth lurking beneath. He drew her in, and the dark one came to stand behind her, his arms coming around her body. They began to undress her, and it was as though it was all happening in a dream. Except that it was real and she was wide awake, and she knew it. Fantastic.
The tall one stroked her exposed flesh—her collarbone, the top of her breast, and her nipples hardened until they hurt. And all the time she was aware of the dark one’s hands on her waist, holding her up, holding her tight to them both. His flesh was a bit softer than the other’s, in a way that was difficult to explain, even to herself. So, so beautiful, both of them, and she thought she’d die if they didn’t kiss her soon.
“Soon enough,” the blond whispered to her, his voice tinged with a French accent.
She heard his name in her head, like some distant sort of echo. Aleron. And then the other, the tone gentler, full of smoke, and she’d known his voice would sound just like that. Hex.
Their hands were everywhere at once then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, the small of her back. Their mouths followed, their lips surprisingly warm as Aleron lifted her arm and trailed kisses down that sensitive skin on the inside of her forearm, Hex kissing her back. Small, fleeting kisses, too fleeting. Pleasure like fire skittering over her skin, making her tremble. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing. Needing.
“We hear you,” Aleron told her quietly.
Hex took her then, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. The masculine beauty of his face was staggering, his eyes so dark they were nearly as black as his hair, with shots of whiskey and amber lighting them, and unbelievably long lashes. His mouth was ripe, the tips of his eyeteeth resting on that lush flesh. She swallowed, unable to speak, to think. He smiled at her, and his smile was like pleasure itself, working its way deep inside her body.
“We know you, Nissa,” he said, his voice that low, husky whisper she’d known it would be. “We know you, and we are here to give you what you need. What you desire. You want us, yes?”
She nodded her head, her throat dry, and it was several moments before she was able to speak. “Yes. Yes…”
“And we want you. Beautiful Nissa. Beautiful girl.”
She shivered once more, his words, his voice, almost as lovely as his touch. Then he did touch her, his hands gathering her bare breasts, kneading them gently, then a bit harder. And she leaned into him, sighing with pleasure as he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting. Oh yes, pleasure and pain and the exquisite knowledge of what they were. Vampires. Immortal. And she had some sense of the eternity of their existence, as though they fed her a bit of it, along with the ghostly sensations of what each of them was feeling.
She blinked, found them both staring at her face—blazing blue eyes and hot liquid brown. Aleron gave the slightest nod of his chin before slipping back behind her, his hard body pressed against her spine, like sun-warmed stone. Hex smiled before lowering his face to hers and kissing her.
God, his lips, like nothing she’d ever felt before in her life. Hard and soft, yielding yet unyielding. Then his tongue, as hot and silky as any human’s, yet sweeter, more pure, somehow, pushing its way between her lips, twining with her tongue.
Love him already…
And the pleasure pushing its way into her body in long, undulating shivers of desire. She was lost in the kiss, in him.
Aleron put his hands on her once more, stroking her hips, her thighs, impossible feather-light strokes. She’d never imagined one of them could be so gentle. And her sex was lighting up with need, wet and hurting.
When Hex pulled away to look into her eyes once more with that riveting gaze, she whispered, “Please touch me.”
Hex’s hands came down to cover Aleron’s, and together they slipped their palms between her thighs, four sets of fingers brushing the curls there, the swollen lips.
She could hardly believe this was happening.
Don’t think. Just feel.
“Ah, so wet for us,” Aleron whispered into her hair.
She arched her hips into their touch, but they pulled away.
“Not yet, not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”
They guided her, helped her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laid her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.
Need you. Please.
Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both. And we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”
She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long. And it was happening. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?
“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.
“Yes,” Aleron said, “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But you will love it. You will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear.”
Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to really touch her.
“Please…” she begged.
A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”
And before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.
Pleasure like a knife, that keen, that sharp, stabbing into her body. Her back arched, she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.
“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me.”
He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. And his tongue sliding into her mouth, all soft and hot, was like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.
Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. And Hex’s tongue in her mouth, Aleron’s fingers deep in her sex, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.
She cried out as she came, pure ecstasy shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. Pleasure rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling, out of control. Lost.
When she opened her eyes she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.
Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.
“That was beautiful, Nissa. You are beautiful. But the night just begins.”
I hope you enjoy my beautiful vampires…’tis the season!
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Welcome, smut-lovers! Today we’re thrilled silly to host one of our favorite LGBT authors, Heidi Cullinan, and her latest release, Fever Pitch. Keep reading for a sneak peak at the book and your chance to win! (Oopsies! I was so excited about this release, I accidentally published Heidi’s post immediately instead of scheduling it for Wednesday, when she’s supposed to be here. :D Sorry, Heidi!)
Thanks, Smutketeers, for having me! I’m here today to celebrate my most recent release, Fever Pitch
, and give away both Love Lessons series books.
The Love Lessons series are new adult LGBT contemporary romance novels set at various colleges within the American Midwest. While Love Lessons and Fever Pitch feature gay protagonists, subsequent novels will include lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and heterosexual heroes and heroines.
The heat level for these stories is a little sweeter than Heidi’s erotic romances, which has a tendency to make the sexual tension ratchet off the charts. Here’s a little sampling of some of that tension cutting loose in Fever Pitch.
As hesitant and sweet as the first one had been, this kiss was raw and wild, curling Giles’s toes. This wasn’t some fumbly gosh-I-never kiss. This was someone who knew exactly what he wanted. Gone was the slick, sarcastic guy from the laundry room—this Aaron was sweet, slightly clumsy and ready to go. They rolled across the blanket, tearing at each other, dueling with their tongues and teeth.
Giles landed firmly on top and pinned Aaron with his thighs, cupping Aaron’s face and diving deep into that hot mouth.
With a shiver and a soft cry, Aaron stopped fighting, digging his fingers into Giles’s back as he let his legs fall open.
God yes. Taking firm grip of Aaron’s hair, Giles thrust harder.
They were so hot and fast they almost came like that, Aaron gasping as he pushed up and up and up. Giles worried he was too rough, but the more he tugged that pretty hair, the more Aaron came apart.
I want him in my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Giles nipped his way down Aaron’s chin and neck, dragging his mouth over to the pert nipple and lightly taking it between his teeth through the fabric.
Aaron cried out, arched and crushed Giles’s face tighter to him.
Giles nursed through the shirt until the fabric was hot and soaked with saliva, until the nipple was a hypersensitized rock and Aaron was so far gone he’d have spread himself for the football team. His whole body flooding with the rush of power he’d stumbled into, Giles pushed up Aaron’s shirt and kissed his way down the center of Aaron’s body, lingering over the quivering belly, smiling as he undid the fastening of Aaron’s jeans before tugging the denim over those slender hips to reveal his prize.
Aaron’s cock thrust at Giles’s neck as he nuzzled it and lifted his head to take inventory: cut, nice-sized, not too big, not too little, not too long. He teased the tip, running his tongue along the slit and chuckling as Aaron yelped and jerked against him.
“Don’t be.” Giles drew the whole glans into his mouth before licking the thick vein. He smiled around his mouthful as he watched Aaron buckle off his elbows, gasping and trying to part knees trapped by his jeans.
“Ohgod.” Aaron gasped as Giles sucked him deep and slid those jeans all the way down to his ankles. The next time Aaron opened his legs, his knees fell easily apart.
Giles knelt between them, hefting Aaron’s slightly furry ass in his hands, nuzzling the hot cleft with his thumbs as he parted it. So responsive. So much so Giles’s conscience began to prick at him, reminding him it wasn’t usual for his straight-boy tricks to let him push the tip of his thumb into their asses.
Lifting off Aaron’s cock, he gazed across the heaving body he pleasured. “Are you too drunk? Should I not be doing this?”
Aaron gave him a crazed, furious glance and rammed his cock into Giles’s cheek.
I’ll be giving away electronic copies of Love Lessons and Fever Pitch to a commenter on this post*, announced Thursday night here on Smutkeeters. Also, check out my grand prize raffle ending October 13 for three more chances to win, as well as the rest of the blog tour!
Sometimes you have to play love by ear.
Aaron Seavers is a pathetic mess, and he knows it. He lives in terror of incurring his father’s wrath and disappointing his mother, and he can’t stop dithering about where to go to college—with fall term only weeks away. Ditched by a friend at a miserable summer farewell party, all he can do is get drunk in the laundry room and regret he was ever born. Until a geeky-cute classmate lifts his spirits, leaving him confident of two things: his sexual orientation, and where he’s headed to school.
Giles Mulder can’t wait to get the hell out of Oak Grove, Minnesota, and off to college, where he plans to play his violin and figure out what he wants to be when he grows up. But when Aaron appears on campus, memories of hometown hazing threaten what he’d hoped would be his haven. As the semester wears on, their attraction crescendos from double-cautious to a rich, swelling chord. But if more than one set of controlling parents have their way, the music of their love could come to a shattering end.
Warning: Contains showmances, bad parenting, Walter Lucas, and a cappella.
Buy links: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Google Play, iTunes
Book Page for Love Lessons
(book one in the series)
Heidi Cullinan has always loved a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. She enjoys writing across many genres but loves above all to write happy, romantic endings for LGBT characters because there just aren’t enough of those stories out there. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, knitting, listening to music, and watching television with her husband and ten-year-old daughter. Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights and is proud to be from the first Midwestern state with full marriage equality. Find out more about Heidi, including her social networks, at www.heidicullinan.com.
*Contest Disclaimer: This contest is void where prohibited by law. Must be 18 to enter. Only one entry per person. No purchase necessary. Contest open worldwide unless contest is illegal in your country. Contest winner will be chosen at random by online randomizer from the comments to this blog post. Prize is an electronic copy of Love Lessons and Fever Pitch by Heidi Cullinan. This contest will open with the publication of this post and ends at 1PM CST October 2. To enter participants must leave a comment below. Winner will be announced on the Smutketeers Website. Prize will be delivered within 48 hours of confirmation email from winner to Heidi.
Ohmygosh-I’m late again! Seems to be the story of my life-lol! Always too caught up in writing…My apologies!
So-now for the prizes! Up for grabs are:
~a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card!
~an e-copy (ARC) of Eden’s kinky novel DANGEROUSLY BOUND!
~This lovely necklace to remind you of the island!
…And the winner is…
Congrats Linda!!!! Just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with ‘Smutketeers Pleasure Point winner’ in the subject line and let me know which email addy to use for the gift card and the book, and which physical mailing addy to use for the necklace. :)
Thanks to everyone who stopped by to play along and help me celebrate the release of PLEASURE POINT! Be sure to check out the Invitation to Eden website for info on all the books about this mysterious island paradise! And get your copy of PLEASURE POINT now!
Eden’s new story in the incredible 26-author Invitation to Eden series is out today, along with her release partner the amazing Opal Carew! We’re celebrating here on the Smutketeers blog with an exclusive sneak peek excerpt & a giveaway! Like a romantic BDSM story with a touch of mysterious island magic? Then PLEASURE POINT might be the book for you!
The island always knows what you need…
Miranda lives in paradise— the exclusive Eden resort, the ultimate in fantasy retreats.
Roan, the resort’s dungeon consultant, lives part-time on the island and full-time in the past.
When the sexy Dominant and the sultry pastry chef both receive one of the island’s mysterious invitations they spend a sizzling week together in the dungeon suite. They’re left breathless, wanting more… and hopelessly falling.
Both have been scarred by loss, both have created a nearly impenetrable shell. The intensity and intimacy of kink might be the perfect recipe to open Miranda’s heart again. But can the man who fulfills her every secret desire ever give her what she needs the most?
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EXCERPT: (Watch out-this one is X-Rated!)
He took her chin in his free hand, forcing her gaze to his. She loved how he manhandled her, taking her body under command. Her pussy was thrumming with need, her breasts just as needy, every inch of her skin craving his touch. Soft or hurting—it didn’t matter. She licked her lips.
“Ah, what you do to me,” he murmured, biting his lip, making her want him to kiss her, needing him to.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to touch you. To do every dirty thing to you that’s been whirring through my head since the moment I saw you.”
He blinked once, twice, then he yanked her body in to his, so hard her hips crashed against his, the chains clinking, her wrists pulling on the leather cuffs. Then the delicious length of his erection pressed into her belly and she thought she would drown in need—need she’d kept dammed up for years, finally overflowing in the safety of his arms.
“Please, Roan. I just…please, please, please. I need…everything.”
Then he was on her, his mouth opening hers, his tongue sinking in. His arms were crushing her body to his and she could feel every hard muscle beneath his shirt. And none harder than his rigid cock.
He fisted a hand in her hair, drawing her in tighter before pulling her back, then further back, as he bent over her to keep his lips on hers. His tongue was wild in her mouth—wild and sweet and as commanding as his fingers against her scalp. And God, his fist dragging her head down until she had to arch her back, bowing under the force of his pulling. The pain was nothing but exquisite pleasure and that sense of his command. That and the pure pleasure at his panting breath, his rock-hard cock snug against her heated flesh. And all she could do was give in. She wanted nothing else at that moment.
This was what submission was, she thought through the fog that gathered in her head, seeping into her body like smoke, hot and sinuous, obscuring everything but the connection between them.
Suddenly he released her, catching her with an arm around her waist as she stumbled. She was only vaguely aware of the mind-fuck he was orchestrating in making her lose her balance, only to catch her. Oh yes, he was very good at what he did.
Don’t think. Just feel, as he told you to.
He moved his lips over her throat, brushing the surface, not quite kissing. He murmured, “How attached are you to this lovely lingerie?”
“What? I don’t know…”
“Tell me exactly.”
“Not terribly, I suppose.”
There was a soft snick as he cut her bra off with something that was cold against her skin.
She glanced down, saw the gleam of a knife blade and gasped.
One of his hands went to the back of her neck while he held the flat of the knife close to her cheek with the other. The sight of it, right at the edge of her vision, stole her breath and set her heart racing. He whispered, “Does this frighten you?”
“Yes,” she murmured, barely moving her lips.
“Say it. Say it properly.”
She swallowed. “Yes, it frightens me, Roan.”
“I can feel you trembling, you know. You’re scared of the knife. But not too scared to play? Tell me something, Miranda—does the knife make you want to safeword?”
“No,” she answered at once, even as she blinked a few small tears away.
Roan laughed. “Oh, I do like you.” He squeezed the back of her neck. “Hold very still now, beauty.”
He kept his cheek close to hers as he lowered the knife, sliding it beneath the edge of her panties, the steel cold on her hip bone as it moved slowly downward.
“I can hardly wait to see you naked,” he said quietly. “But anticipation is part of the game, isn’t it?”
She pulled in a breath. “Yes, Roan.”
“Very still now,” he ordered.
She closed her eyes. Felt the knife turn against her skin until the edge of the blade was on her flesh. It felt…strange. Exciting as he pressed it into her skin. Even the fear was exciting.
“Take a breath,” he told her.
She did as he asked, her muscles tensing all over, waiting for him to cut her. Would he? She didn’t know. Bu he didn’t—instead he turned the knife and with one quick motion sliced through the fabric of her panties.
She yelped, opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Your fear. Your trust in me.”
Before she had a chance to think about it, he slit the other side of her underwear and she felt it fall to the floor, the wispy fabric brushing her legs on the way down.
He held onto her shoulder and stepped back.
“You are every bit as lovely as I imagined. Perfect breasts. So full. Just waiting to be caressed. Pinched. Kissed. “
A current of desire surged through her system, from belly to breasts and sinking deep into her aching sex.
But she didn’t dare say it aloud. She bit her lips, moistened them with her tongue.
“Miranda, if you continue to do that I’m going to have to stop the play and just fuck you while your unbelievably gorgeous body is chained up here. Is that what you want?”
© Eden Bradley 2014
And now let’s take a peek at Opal Carew’s Invitation to Eden book, WILD RIDE!
Her friend told her dreams come true at Eden, but this is more like a nightmare.
Marissa is shaken when her bad-assed biker ex-boyfriend begins to stalk her. After receiving an invitation to an exclusive resort called Eden, she jumps at the chance to get away. But even in paradise, she can’t escape the man from her past. As he’s closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee her dangerous ex, she does as he says. Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.Killer didn’t want to be her saviour. He had problems of his own. But once Marissa’s under his protection, he will do whatever he can to keep her safe. Even force her to face her deepest fears.
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Of course Eden has to give away some goodies in order to celebrate properly! What can you win? How about:
~a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card!
~an e-copy (ARC) of Eden’s kinky novel DANGEROUSLY BOUND!
~This lovely necklace to remind you of the island!
To enter just tell us about your fantasy tropical vacation-and don’t be afraid to leave out the details! Does it include a favorite frosty drink? And how about a cabana boy? And what might you do with a hot cabana boy…? C’mon-you can tell us! Eden will be back the evening of the 18th to choose her winner!
Be sure to check out all the Invitation to Eden books! Get more info HERE!
I want to say a big word of thanks to the Smutketeers for allowing me to stop by to introduce you all to the Wild Irish! The Wild Irish series has made the Collins clan one of the most beloved families in erotic romance and now they’re sporting a brand new look with gorgeous covers and…for the first time ever…there is a Wild Irish box set. Read the first four books in the series: Come Monday, Ruby Tuesday, Waiting for Wednesday and Sweet Thursday in this special set – four books for the price of only two!
If you haven’t had an opportunity to read these stories, I hope you’ll take the opportunity to grab them now.
WILD IRISH CONTEST: Take a moment to glance at the covers and blurbs, then leave a comment telling me which Wild Irish book you’d most like to read OR which one you liked the best (if you’ve already read them) and one winner will receive a $20 gift card to Amazon!
Wild Irish, Book One
Monday’s child is fair of face…
After the death of her mother years prior, Keira Collins willingly put aside her dreams to become a surrogate parent to her six younger brothers and sisters. At twenty-seven, she’s finally pursuing a college degree. Between classes, working at the family pub and still tending to siblings, she’s no time for romance. So why is she spending all her rare free time fantasizing about hot Professor Wallace bending her over his desk?
Will Wallace recognizes Keira’s unfulfilled desires, her habit of hiding her beauty, her obsessive need for control in every aspect of her life. But Will has needs of his own—and they run far darker than Keira’s. As he initiates her into his lifestyle, offering sweet punishments and sweeter rewards, Will’s sexual authority slowly strips away some of her precious control. The one thing Keira’s not ready to relinquish…
Wild Irish, Book Two
Tuesday’s child is full of grace…
Sky Mitchell is hiding out in Baltimore, seeking peace and solitude while he struggles with a career decision. Lead singer of popular rock group The Universe, he’s thinking of going it alone. Wandering into an Irish pub, he’s ecstatic to discover the breakout single for his solo album—but the songwriter doesn’t want to sell. He challenges the woman to a contest. Not only does he win the song, but also a songwriting partner to complete the rest of the album.
Teagan Collins is sure of her talent but she’s never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content singing folk tunes in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write. But someone doesn’t want Sky to go solo, and will stop at nothing to sabotage the couple’s efforts. Undaunted, Sky wants Teagan to join him onstage at his farewell concert to sing her original, “Maybe Tomorrow”…
If they make it through today.
Waiting for Wednesday
Wild Irish, Book Three
Wednesday’s Child is full of woe…
Tristan Collins knows Lane Bryce is strictly hands off. She’s smart, funny, kind…and married. But he still looks forward to her once-a-week visits to the family pub where he tends bar. When she fails to arrive one Wednesday, Tris is concerned. When he learns she’s in the hospital, brutally beaten after attempting to leave her unhappy marriage, he’s enraged. Tris vows to protect her, but he doesn’t get the chance. Lane checks out of the hospital and disappears without a trace.
A year later, newly divorced Lane is back, and enjoying her independence too much to embark on a relationship. Tris intends to prove she can have freedom and love, and he’s not above using seduction to do it. The more she resists, the more he sets her body ablaze with pleasure the likes of which she’s never known.
After a lifetime of disappointment, trust doesn’t come easily for Lane. But when her ex-husband reenters her life, threatening her independence, her happiness, she could discover too late that Tristan is the one man worthy of not only her trust, but also her love.
Wild Irish, Book Four
Thursday’s child has far to go…
In high school, Lily was too shy to do anything about her feelings for her best friends, Justin and Killian. Now she’s ready to put to rest her regrets with a proposal that might shock even her oversexed friends—the three of them, together, one night, multiple positions.
K and J are more than a little surprised to see Lily at their ten-year reunion. The plain Jane they remember is now a stunning woman—who wants to have sex with both of them. Who are they to deny her? Even if Killian suspects they might be treading on dangerous emotional territory. The night stretches into the weekend and, as K suspected, none of them want it to end. But he and Lily know people live in pairs, not trios, and they call a halt now, before it’s too late.
Justin, however, knows a good thing when he sees it. He’s ready to fight for what he wants…what they all need. He just has to convince Lily and Killian that unconventional can also be extraordinary.
Friday I’m in Love
Wild Irish, Book Five
Friday’s child is loving and giving…
Ewan Collins has had the hots for Natalie for years but she continually rebuffs him, supposedly because of their age difference. When Natalie comes to stay with the Collins family for a week, Ewan decides it’s time to make his move in a serious way.
Natalie’s been in a funk since celebrating another birthday alone. When Ewan proposes to help her “get a life”—seven lessons in seven days—she figures what the hell does she have to lose? Ewan’s plans include tequila shots, fishing, karaoke…and other, more erotic hands-on demonstrations. But loneliness isn’t Ewan’s only obstacle. Tragedy in her past continually takes Natalie to a dark place her mind can’t easily overcome.
With support, tenderness and love, Ewan plans to win over Natalie one lesson at a time. Starting with lessons of the heart.
Saturday Night Special
Wild Irish, Book Six
Saturday’s child works hard for a living…
What do you get when you cross a gold-digging stripper, a down-on-her-luck hooker, an estranged husband, his knocked-up wife, a Wayne Newton lookalike taxi driver and one beleaguered Baltimore cop? A typical night in the life of Riley Collins—Vegas style. Riley’s always been the wildest of the Collins clan, but even she bites off more than she can chew during an impromptu trip to Sin City.
Once again, it’s Aaron Young to the rescue. No surprise; Aaron’s been watching Riley’s ass forever—and he’s wanted to spank it for even longer. Tracking her down, Aaron finally gets his wish—after he drags a drunken Riley to a chapel and makes it legit, of course. To say she’s shocked is putting it mildly. But Riley warms to Aaron’s seduction quicker than you can say “all-you-can-eat buffet!” Who knew her mild-mannered best friend was so hot in the sack?
Of course, thanks to Riley’s penchant for picking up strays, the newlyweds will have to sneak in some honeymoon boom-boom whenever they can. But they’ll manage…
Any Given Sunday
Wild Irish, Book Seven
The child who is born on the Sabbath day, is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Sean Collins is happy working at the family pub and sharing a house with the woman of his dreams. He and Lauren are equals in every way, including in bed, where they burn the sheets. Life is good. Even if he must hide a couple of secrets to keep it that way.
Lauren is madly in love with Sean. They share everything—almost. She can’t deny sensing…something. A certain feeling when she, Sean and their friend Chad are all together. But she doesn’t press. How can she when she’s not being completely forthright herself?
Chad is feeling pretty miserable, and renting a room in Sean and Lauren’s home has only made it worse. In a house filled with secrets, Chad’s are doozies.
When an opportunity arises to explore their deep desires, the trio plunges into a sex-filled, emotionally charged ménage. Long-buried feelings are revealed, changing their lives irrevocably. Whether for better or worse, only Sean, Chad and Lauren can decide.
Wild Irish Christmas
Wild Irish, Book Eight
“To Conall Brannagh.” Ewan took the bottle from his father. “Who?” “Conall Brannagh,” Patrick repeated. “If your mother had chosen him over me, none of us would be here tonight.”
It’s Christmas Eve, and the Collins siblings have given their father a precious gift. All seven have gathered together to spend the night in his apartment above the family pub, the warm, loving home where Patrick and Sunday raised their large brood.
You’ve witnessed each child find their happy-ever-after. Now gather ’round the tree and join the Collins family as they pass a bottle of Jameson, and Patrick shares the story of how he won the heart of Sunday, his true love, his soul mate…and the mother of his seven Wild Irish.
Wild Irish Boxed Set
The Wild Irish series has made the Collins clan one of the most beloved families in erotic romance. Read the first four books in the series: Come Monday, Ruby Tuesday, Waiting for Wednesday and Sweet Thursday in this special boxed set.
After the death of her mother, Keira Collins became a surrogate parent to her six younger brothers and sisters, her own dreams put on hold. Now, at twenty-seven, she’s finally pursuing a college degree. Between classes, working at the family pub and still tending to siblings, she’s no time for romance. So why is she spending all her rare free time fantasizing about hot Professor Wallace bending her over his desk?
Teagan Collins has never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content taking care of family, friends and neighbors, and singing in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write.
Waiting for Wednesday
Tristan Collins knows Lane Bryce is strictly hands-off. She’s smart, funny, kind…and married. But he still looks forward to her once-a-week visits to the family pub where he tends bar. When she fails to arrive one Wednesday, Tris is concerned. When he learns she’s in the hospital, brutally beaten after attempting to leave her unhappy marriage, he’s enraged. Tris vows to protect her, but doesn’t get the chance—Lane checks out of the hospital and disappears without a trace.
A year later, newly divorced Lane is back, and enjoying her independence too much to embark on a relationship. Tris intends to prove she can have freedom and love, and he’s not above using seduction to do it. The more she resists, the more he sets her body ablaze with a pleasure she’s never known.
In high school, Lily was too shy to do anything about her feelings for her best friends, Justin and Killian. Now she’s ready to put to rest her regrets with a proposal that might shock even her oversexed friends—the three of them, together, one night, multiple positions.
K and J are more than a little surprised to see Lily at their ten-year reunion. The plain Jane they remember is now a stunning woman—who wants to have sex with both of them. Who are they to deny her?
Welcome, precious readers of smut! Today we’re thrilled to be hosting Lauren Jameson
–aka the fabulous and fearless Lauren Hawkeye
–for her latest scorching-hot release, LINGER
LINGER is available everywhere TODAY!
Romantic Times gave it 4.5 stars and called it “The kind of searing, emotionally wrenching story that fans have come to crave.” They also said, “Not for the faint of heart, the journey of this submissive alpha and his wonderfully strong, devoted dominant—and their incredibly complex, redemptive bond—is one that readers will not soon forget.”
Ooh, they had me at Not for the faint of heart! :D I know what I’ll be reading tonight, don’t you?
Lauren is giving a $25 gift card to one lucky commenter, so after you check out all the sexy details below, be sure and leave her some love either Tuesday or Wednesday!
From the author of Breathe and Blush comes a blisteringly hot new novel about baring it all.…
On her last night in Nevada before embarking on a yearlong veterinary internship, Scarlett Malone is celebrating—and looking for one night of incredible pleasure. But the man who draws her eye is not her usual type: He’s a cowboy whose alpha-male tendencies tempt her beyond belief. Scarlett can’t understand why she wants this man and no one else, but she’s determined to entice him to submit.…
Dr. Logan Brody lives an isolated life in rural Montana, running a ranch and suppressing his submissive tendencies. Only on his occasional trips does he give into his hidden urges. He can’t deny his scorching attraction to Scarlett or that she makes him want more, but he never lets anyone break him down fully. He’s hers for one night and one night only.
But when Scarlett shows up at Logan’s door as his intern for the year, he realizes that the walls around his heart are about to crumble—and that this sexy dominant woman has no intention of letting him keep control.…
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In celebration of her release, Erin will be giving away a $15 Amazon gift card and some very cool swag! All you need to do to win is respond to this blog post with questions for the Author about the series. Please leave your email address. She will be visiting the site and picking a winner on August 22, 2014. Good luck!!
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An Excerpt From: SEDUCTION OF NIGHT
“You make me ache. I want you inside me right now,” she panted, her hand reaching for his straining length.
Outside, he heard the sound of wind and rain pounding against the windows.
And reality was starting to set in. Was he really going to make love with a human?
Yes, he was.
Have to be careful. “We must take this slow. I can’t chance losing control with you,” he ground out, feeling on edge, his beast stirring. She wanted him inside her. He wanted that too. But he couldn’t let bloodlust take hold.
“We can.” She rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds, causing him to groan. When their lips met, he became lost once again. He wanted this woman. It was a strange heady emotion that surprised him. If he was smart, he’d stop. But at the moment, he was powerless to halt what had already been set in motion.
She guided him to her entrance, pushing the tip inside. Nails digging into his back served to further fan the flames of his desire. He broke away from the kiss and lost his ability to breathe.
“Not yet…” he murmured.
Her cheeks were flushed with the color of passion. Beautiful lips, red and swollen from his kisses, parted to welcome him. He licked the pulse at the base of her neck and shuddered as he continued to stroke her with his shaft. She grabbed his buttocks to try to get him to enter her. But he wanted to savor this moment, not rush it. He hadn’t wanted a woman in a long time.
Her heart hammered loudly and the delicious rush of blood called to him. He kneaded her breasts in his palms as he plundered her mouth. Fire spread through him. Yes, he wanted to be inside her too so he could feel her silky core surrounding him, slick with need.
She moaned as he finally gave in to her pleas, and entered her slowly, his cock pulsing from the heat that enveloped him. Perspiration covered his skin as her vaginal walls gripped him hard. The exquisite pleasure made his hips jerk. With one powerful thrust that took his breath away, he filled her completely.
A wanton cry escaped her lips and she clung to his shoulders as he started to move. She arched her breasts, smashing them against his chest. Soon she was moaning, hips swirling to meet every thrust.
It didn’t take long before her walls squeezed his cock as she orgasmed around him.
“Yesss…” He clenched his jaws as his balls drew up tight, ready to explode, bloodlust simmering just below the surface. His fangs piercing his lower lips as pleasure shot up his spine.
Serena’s nails drove into his ass, urging him to fuck her harder. She bucked her hips and cried out again in the throes of a second orgasm, her release causing his cock to erupt. His back bowed and he came with a roar, filling her with his seed. Strong possessive needs took over and he had to fight the painful urge not to sink his fangs into the side of her throat. His mouth watered at the mere thought of it.
“No!” he gasped, immediately pulling out of her silky warmth and scrambling back as his mind and body screamed to claim what his instincts believed was rightfully his. Semen continued to spill from his cock and the loss of contact only heightened the aggression building inside him.
Serena sat up. “Ta’breyian?”
“Do not come near me right now,” he warned, his tone guttural.
“What’s wrong?” She tried to touch him.
“Did you not hear me?” He flashed his fangs, not wanting her to come any closer for fear he wouldn’t be able to stop from giving in to bloodlust.
She recoiled. Hurt clearly present in her eyes as she scooted back and pulled the sheet up to cover her body. He climbed off the bed and took shallow breaths to calm himself. He was panting, sweating. Her arousal hung in the air like a thick cloud. He tasted it on his tongue and groaned in frustration.
Copyright © ERIN SIMONE, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
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About the Author:
“There is truly nothing better than a book that keeps you riveted to the point that you cannot put it down and you find yourself up late at night to read just one more chapter. Writing is my passion…”
Erin Simone lives with her family in California. She is the mother of four kids, three pets and is married to a wonderful guy named Ernie. Scary movies are a favorite and so is red when. Hanging with good friends and family are a must on her down time
Blog – The Decadent Divas – http://www.thedecadentdivas.blogspot.com/
Contest & Brought To His Knees – AVAILABLE August 19th!!!!
11 Authors all brought together for you in one place, in one uber sexy boxed-set guaranteed to tickle your fancy over and over again!
I thought I’d answer a few questions I received the other day…
– What makes your hero sexy? – He’s kinky. As in REALLY KINKY. And I’m a kinky girl so he is enormously sexy and so are his friends.
– What’s one aspect that makes your romance couple (there’s actually 4 total – yeah, I went there) right for each other? – The 3 men in the story, Radigan, Ed and Javier, need to dominate their woman in the bedroom. It’s not a request, it’s a fore gone conclusion. Acacia on the other hand submits to Radigan once before. It scares the shit out of her. How can she be so forceful when it comes to everything else in her life but with them she melts, finding herself at their feet? It’s yin and yang. Perfection.
– What do you love about writing erotica? – I have no limits on where my imagination can go and that is amazing and freeing and wonderful each time I sit down at my laptop to write.
Brought to His Knees
The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.
This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.
Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…
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My contribution to the boxed-set is – Beneath the Pages
One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.
Acacia owns and runs Fame, one of the hottest celebrity magazines in the country. She survives on convincing the rich and famous to reveal things they would normally do anything to keep hidden. She lives, eats and breathes the magazine. Day in and day out. She has no life, nothing to keep in the dark. Nothing but the night she gave herself over to the one man she never should have wanted.
Radigan, the most sought after actor in Hollywood, wants her again, and won’t take no for an answer. He had her for one night. Several hours of the best sex of his entire life, but she was gone the next morning before the sun had fully risen. His attempts to contact her have gone unanswered. Everything he’s tried so far has been a miserable failure. But he finally knows what to do to slip beneath the pages of her heart.
This time he’s playing for keeps and the exclusive rights to her body, heart and soul.
You don’t want to miss this amazing group of 11 authors!!! So go pre-order your copy now!!!!
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Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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Not only does August 19 mark the release of Mari Carr’s new book, Never Been Kissed, it’s also her birthday! To help her celebrate, we’re sharing an excerpt of Never Been Kissed today!
Two’s company. Three is perfection.
Second Chances, Book 5
Shelly MacIsaac has pretty much given up all hope. Hope that she’ll lose weight, that she’ll find any excitement in life, that there will ever be any man in her bed besides Barney, her cat.
When her friend Zoey suggests the wine girls come up with resolutions for the New Year, Shelly latches onto the one everyone expects her to choose—the tried-and-true commitment to go on a diet and get into shape. Deep inside, however, Shelly knows she needs to change a lot more than just her physical appearance.
After a year licking his wounds over a broken romance, Christian is through. He’s been quietly lusting after Shelly at work, and he’s not wasting any more time. There’s something about her that makes him believe she’s the one. Unfortunately, Shelly’s kickboxing instructor, Lance—Christian’s best friend—has set his sights on the sweet blonde as well.
Instead of pistols at dawn, the two friends come up with a deliciously erotic answer to their shared dilemma—if the shy beauty will accept their racy proposal.
Warning: There is a chance this story will encourage you to go on a diet and begin an intense exercise regime. After all, flavored body lube is low cal, right? And sex is a great way to burn calories.
She’d heard people talk about standing at a crossroads, facing one of those do-or-die moments in their lives. Shelly was there. If she walked off the floor right now, she’d regret it for the rest of her life. She already had twenty-eight years’ worth of those regrets piled up in her closet. God knew she didn’t need any more.
So, she closed her eyes and allowed Georgie to emerge. She’d gone out with her free-spirited friend several times in the past. She’d always admired Georgie’s ability to lose herself in the music, to dance like no one was watching.
Shelly found the beat, letting her body move without restraint. Josie hadn’t lied. Shelly really did love to dance. Of course, she’d always done her boogieing behind closed doors.
She was surprised when she felt strong hands on her hips. She lifted her eyelids and found Lance’s gaze on hers.
“You’re a great dancer.”
His compliment sent waves of joy through her. She smiled, then took her Georgie impersonation one step further. Lifting her arms, she placed her hands on Lance’s shoulders and moved a bit closer. His hands remained on her hips and she shut away the tiny part of her that worried what he thought about her chubby waist. Was he repulsed?
No! Her inner Georgie screamed at her to shut up, so she did.
At this rate, she’d be schizophrenic by the end of the night. There were too many women inside her clamoring for control.
Lance’s grip tightened on her waist and he leaned closer. For a split second, she thought he was going to kiss her and she panicked until he spoke into her ear loudly. “I think your friend is trying to get your attention.”
Shelly tried to suck enough air into her lungs to get her brain functioning again. She’d been in the bar less than thirty minutes and yet it was shaping up to be the most exciting, terrifying, surreal night of her life. Lance pointed toward the edge of the dance floor and she followed the direction until she spotted Josie waving at her.
Josie pointed at Jake who was standing next to her and mouthed, “Full moon.” Shelly grinned. Damn. She’d picked the wrong friend to emulate. Josie was off to have sex in public with the gorgeous man standing next to her. What a night. Shelly never wanted it to end.
She lifted her finger. “One hour?”
Lance watched the exchange, but mercifully he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he tugged her closer. “Looks like I’ve got you to myself for another hour.”
Shelly laughed. Not because he’d said anything funny. But because she was so incredibly happy. She’d have to buy Georgie the world’s biggest box of chocolate to thank her for her advice.
A new song began and Shelly did something she’d never done before. She let go of all her inhibitions and simply lost herself to the music, the moment. She and Lance picked up the rhythm of the sultry tune, each of them trying to outdo each other with their sexy dance moves.
Unfortunately, reality came crashing down in the form of a blonde barracuda. Miss Size Two jeans/DD boobs knocked into Shelly, pushing her away from Lance. At first, Shelly assumed it was an accident. After all, the dance floor was packed.
The woman said, “Excuse me,” but Shelly noticed she didn’t relinquish the space she’d just cleared. Size Two moved closer to Lance, her dancing an overt sexual invitation.
Lance glanced at Shelly over the woman’s shoulder, his gaze darkening as the blonde thrust her breasts against his chest. Shelly couldn’t tell if it was lust or anger on his face. She didn’t have much experience with either. She’d never managed to provoke those sorts of hot emotions in anyone.
Shelly continued to move to the beat, as her mind whirled over what to do. The woman truly was beautiful. And built. And definitely interested in Lance.
He’d have to be blind not to pick up on the signals the blonde was giving him. Maybe it was time for Shelly to step aside. She didn’t want to cramp his style. It had been nice of him to dance with her while Josie was occupied, but it wouldn’t be right for her to monopolize his entire evening.
She took one step toward the table, then froze as a spark of anger flared. If anyone had asked her yesterday, she would have sworn she didn’t have a temper. Shelly could count on one hand the times she’d blown a fuse and all of those had been years earlier, in high school, before life had beaten her down and taught her it just doesn’t get any better.
Tonight had proven to her that was wrong. In the past, she’d taken her lumps in silence because she’d given up.
But dammit, she was tired of lying down and playing possum, while others took and took and took.
So she stole a page out of Size Two’s book. Stepping next to the dancing couple, she accidentally swung her hip too far, propelling the petite woman at least five feet across the floor. Shelly suspected she would have gone even farther if another pack of dancers hadn’t broken her flight.
Shelly raised her hand to her mouth as if mortified by what had happened and said a less than sincere sorry that had Lance laughing loudly.
“Looks like my kickboxing lessons are paying off. That was completely bad ass.”
She grinned. “Maybe if she ate a cracker or two occasionally she wouldn’t be so easy to throw.”
Lance took Shelly’s hands and spun her as the music slowed down. Without a second’s pause, he pulled her closer and started swaying.
Wish Mari a Happy Birthday for her AND her book here! Spread the word about this contest on twitter and FB #HappyBirthdayMari and post the link here! Let’s give her a bash worth remembering!
6 winners will be picked on Wednesday!
5 will get to pick an ebook from the Second Chances series The Back Up Plan, Fix You, Full Moon, Status Update, or Never Been Kissed
1 winner will receive a $10 Amazon or B&N gift card!
Carly Rose-book of choice from series
Jen B-book of choice from series
Lea Ellen-book of choice from series
Mikala-book of choice from series
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ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!
Hello to all the smutty goddesses and your friends!! Angel Payne here, newly returned from the smuttiest land of all, Las Vegas, where I enjoyed an amazing vacation with my family while finishing up the editing process for the newest W.I.L.D. Boys of Special forces book: HOT FOR HIS HOSTAGE.
I’ve been floored by the love this book has gotten already from readers. It’s due out on August 13th, and features two leading characters who are near and dear to my heart.
SHAY BOMMER is the younger brother of Tait Bommer, who you met as part of the menage goodness in W.I.L.D. Boys #5, WET FOR HER WARRIORS. Here are a few fun stats about Shay:
–His physical inspiration is “Supernatural”’s Jared Padalecki (and yes, I DID use Jensen Ackles for the physical inspiration for Tait!). To see more Jared goodness, click here.
–He is a sought-after Dom in the northern Florida area, because his Special Ops unit is based out of Elgin, Florida. He’s very talented at rope play…and driving a girl crazy with his smile! He also likes things on the naughtier side…so be forewarned…or tantalized, depending on how you look at it…
–His military radio call-sign is “Ironman.” Just wait until you find out why!
–He’s driven by a fierce desire to take care of people, so needless to say, Zoe Chestain’s independent streak is quite frustrating for him at times!
–Since he and Tait were on their own a lot when they were kids, they went to a lot of movies. He’s a walking compendium of action movie trivia.
ZOE CHESTAIN is the older sister of Ava Chestain, the heroine from W.I.L.D. Boys #4, SURRENDERING TO HER SERGEANT. As you may remember from that book, Zoe has a sassy streak to go along with her exotic beauty, which was inspired by the gorgeous Vanessa Hudgens. To see more of Vanessa, click here.
Here are some more fun facts about Zoe:
–She is the fictional dance lead for a hot Las Vegas show. Though it’s never mentioned in the book, the show is actually the Britney Spears Piece of Me concert featured at the Planet Hollywood Hotel.
–Zoe has dabbled a bit with her submissive side but had a hideous experience at the hands of what Shay calls “the asshat Dom.” It was wonderful for me to write about Zoe rediscovering this side of herself and falling in love with a man who could bring it out in her.
–Shay likes to call her “tiny dancer” or his “sweet baby girl.”
–She’s half Greek and half Spanish—and really enjoys going at Shay in Spanish-inflected tirades!
–She’s an unabashed chocolate fan, especially if it’s in junk food like Ding Dongs, Ho-Ho’s, or Oreo cookies.
–Her biggest motivator is her mother hen side. She doesn’t know how to let go and not take care of people. Since her and Ava’s mother dies when Zoe was only 11, she’s had a lot of practice at it, too.
I am so looking forward to hearing what you think about Shay and Zoe, and their journey to love. This is a big story filled with lots of twists and turns—so grab a large glass of wine and enjoy the wild ride!
I’m giving away a VISA gift card for $20 to someone commenting on this post about the WILDEST summer escapade you’ve ever had. Though the winner will be picked at random, I just really love having something fun to chat about…LOL! I can’t wait to read the answers!
And…a little FYI…if you’re in the mood to continue the naughty conversation, I always have a BLAST on my different social media pages! Please come over and visit!
Facebook Author Page
WILD Things: Discussion Page for the WILD Boys Books
Nice Girls Writing Naughty
Ding ding ding! Special alert!!
If you haven’t gone W.I.L.D. yet, now is a great time to start! The first 2 books in the series, SAVED BY HIS SUBMISSIVE and HANDCUFFED BY HER HERO, are on special for .99 each only until August 16th, 2014. Here are the buy links!!
For SAVED BY HIS SUBMISSIVE:
Barnes & Noble
For HANDCUFFED BY HER HERO:
Barnes & Noble