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Summer Read Saturday

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene[contemporary bdsm erotic romance]

When the love of Mike’s life breaks up with him abruptly, he doesn’t know where to turn. Mary is an emotional mess who reacts without thinking, and immediately regrets her decision. Making things right with Mike isn’t easy. It requires privacy to rebuild their love and share their lust. Neither expects their getaway to become a major news story.

The tattooed retired surfer and daytime TV star are opposites, yet perfect for each other. But paradise isn’t easy on them. Their bond will need to stand up to the strain of a public-relations nightmare if they have any hope of making it work.

 

Mistakes are made and they need privacy to fix things, but what about the media?

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JB Brooks Jared’s Virginity Tour- Character Interview

JV Alphas were virgins

Lolly interview

Today, Lauren “Lolly” Preston, from Massage With Happy Ending, is here to tell us a little more about her amazing story. Welcome Lolly. It’s great to be chatting with you. For those who haven’t read Massage With Happy Ending yet, can you tell us how you and Jared met?

Ha, yes! I was researching a magazine article about sex-workers and I made friends with one of those ladies. She offered me the opportunity to participate in one of her sessions as part of my investigation. It was supposed to be a massage with a happy ending. Nothing more, no sex involved. And the customer was Jared.

That’s a very unusual way to meet somebody!

Yes, it is. And things got pretty out of hand. I did some stuff that was totally outside my comfort zone, but I thought to myself, “I’ll never see this guy again, so what the hell?”

But then you did meet again?

Yeah, the memory still makes me cringe. I went on a vacation, and he was there. It was so embarrassing. And, to make matters worse, it was on an island, so I couldn’t just leave!

Oh dear, that sounds hectic. Did he recognize you and was he pleased to see you?

He knew it was me the moment he clapped eyes on my face. I guess he was happy to see me because he tried to hire me for the rest of the holiday!

And what was going through your mind at that point?

I was in a bad state – embarrassed, shocked that he was there. I definitely wasn’t reasoning clearly. But most of all, I remember thinking over and over that a guy like him couldn’t possibly be interested in me.

JaredsvirginityamazonWhy did you think he wouldn’t be interested in you?

Well, I’ve always been a bit shy around men, and self-conscious about my weight, you know. And my best friends are all thin and gorgeous, so inevitably men would prefer them to me, which reinforced my belief that they weren’t attracted to me.

And then you met Jared, and that all changed?

Yes, but at first I didn’t realize how much he fancied me. I thought he was interested because, as far as he knew, I was a sex worker, and that meant he could have sex with no strings attached for the duration of the holiday. And he wouldn’t have to take it slow and find out if I was okay with…certain things, you know? He could just pay and get whatever he wanted. I only found out how much he liked me later.

So is that why you lied and pretended to be a sex worker?

Yes. Well, I mean I didn’t actually lie. I just let him go on believing the wrong thing. He was so amazing – good looking, sexy, rich, self-confident – really out of my league, you know? I just wanted to find out how it would feel to be with a guy like that. We were single consenting adults. I didn’t think it would do any harm.

But you were wrong?

So wrong. I fell for him like a ton of bricks. By the end of the holiday I was just about sick from the thought of leaving him. He’s totally addictive.

Yes. You mentioned just now that, because he thought you were a sex worker, he figured you’d be okay with “certain things.” What did you mean by that?

Bloody hell, did I say that?

You certainly did. And everybody is dying of curiosity about it!

Oh! Well, uhm, Jared is into quite different, kinky stuff in the bedroom – or wherever. He’s unusually creative, and also very domineering. I often find myself doing things I would never have imagined. All wonderful, of course. Just very…different.

Like what? Can’t you give us a clue?

I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but he likes pervertables.

Pervertables? Do you mean common, everyday items that are perverted from their original use to become sex toys?

Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. He does it all the time. When we walk into to a room, I see him looking around, and I just know he’s checking for stuff he can use on me. He came grocery shopping with me the other day, and OMG, the things he bought! He’s wicked! And it’s really hot knowing that he’s thinking about doing things to me and making plans.

Wow, that is hot! I’m sure everybody would like to know more. We’d also love to know what happened when Jared found out the truth?

Yeah, well I’m not telling! That would totally spoil the story!

I guess you’re right. We’ll leave it at that because we don’t want to give away the ending. Thanks for being so candid – you’ve given us a lot to think about! It was great chatting to you.

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Sports Spotlight: Hockey

We continue our Sports Spotlight with Kelly Jamieson and her HOT Hockey players.

 

breakaway_msrBreakaway

Blurb:

Jason and Remi want the same thing—no-strings-attached, screw-their-brains-out, burn-the-sheets-up fun. Pro hockey player Jason just broke up with his girlfriend because she got too serious. Schoolteacher Remi just saw the last of the younger siblings she raised leave the nest. Jace isn’t ready for responsibility. Remi’s had enough responsibility. They’re perfect playmates.But fun and sexy games get complicated when emotions get involved. Then responsibility and commitment crash the party when Jason’s past comes back to haunt him. Like it or not, Jason and Remi both have to figure out what they really want.

Buy Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Breakaway-Kelly-Jamieson-ebook/dp/B004TRNB4M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1392729166&sr=8-1&keywords=breakaway+kelly+jamieson

Faceoff 

faceoff_msrBlurb:

Kyla has tried so hard to be one of the boys. She was always like a little sister to Tag. One summer, things changed from sibling teasing to blazing sexual tension. When they’re reunited for a two-family reunion, the desire and lust are still there, simmering below the surface.Tag is a pro hockey player who is cynical about women. He knows they’re only interested in him because of who he is. Kyla is an attorney who’s still trying to be “one of the boys” at her law firm. They’re both adults and neither of them is looking for a relationship. A hot summer week at the lake. Need. Attraction. There’s no reason they shouldn’t explore each other.

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http://www.amazon.com/Faceoff-Kelly-Jamieson-ebook/dp/B005M2ANY4/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=087JRS4D95EMTJC4CD5Z

One Man Advantage

onemanadvantage_msrBlurb:

After her ex trashes her reputation in front of the media and it quickly goes viral, Nicole vows she’ll never get involved with another hockey player. Too bad her job with the Minneapolis Caribou puts her in contact with sexy hockey players on a daily basis, including the newly traded center, Logan Heller.Logan’s pretty sure Nicole is the perfect woman for him and he’s determined to have her—in and out of bed. Nicole is equally determined to never date another hockey player. But Logan has a one-man advantage…he knows what she really wants.

Buy Link:

 http://www.amazon.com/One-Man-Advantage-Kelly-Jamieson-ebook/dp/B007Y6BCS2/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=06A5QC5NQ3QQN68VGV4X

Hat Trick 

KellyJamieson_HatTrick_200Blurb:

The Heller brothers are all heading home for the holidays in their short break in the hockey season. It should be a great family reunion since three of the four brothers are bringing their new girlfriends. But Jase and Remi just got the results of an important DNA test, and neither of them is in a mood to celebrate. Tag and Kyla also just got some surprising news that has them at odds, and Nicole’s nervous about meeting the whole family when she and Logan have been together such a short time. Instead of peace and joy, this holiday is full of angst, worry and tension…is love really enough to overcome all obstacles?

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http://www.amazon.com/Hat-Trick-Heller-Brothers-Hockey-ebook/dp/B00BFGFFU8/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=0C4HM81ZF19NDPWN0B0P

Offside

KellyJamieson_Offside_200pxBlurb:

Honey Holbrook is trying hard to leave her past behind her and make a new life for herself. A former spoiled, rich, wild child, her attention-grabbing antics were tabloid fodder for years. Now she has a new job, a new home, and is staying out of the limelight. But the first day of the new job doesn’t go like she expects when her boss and coworkers make it clear she’s not wanted there, and the first project she has to work on is with pro hockey player Matt Heller.

Matt and Honey had a wild and wicked fling eight years ago when he was attending summer development camp for the California Condors – the NHL team Honey’s dad owns. But the relationship ended when they argued over the loser friends Honey hung around with and Matt had to return to college hockey. Before he left, Matt talked to Honey’s dad about Honey’s exploits. She felt betrayed and rejected, and threw herself even harder into her partying lifestyle while Matt tried to carve out a career for himself in the NHL.

Now Matt’s back with the Condors but recovering from a serious injury that has changed his whole outlook on life. He’s not impressed to be working with Honey Holbrook, although her cleaned up image arouses his curiosity. And arouses something else…

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http://www.amazon.com/Offside-Heller-Brothers-Hockey-Jamieson-ebook/dp/B00FIOUH60/ref=pd_sim_kstore_3?ie=UTF8&refRID=1M0X61H513SNCZ3ZRM10

Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada and is the bestselling author of over thirty romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes, and of course watching hockey! She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com or contact her atinfo@kellyjamieson.com .

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Sports Spotlight: Hockey

Since Team USA is doing so well how about we check out some books set in the hockey world starting off with Lily Harlem’s Hot Ice series.

Hot Ice by Lily Harlem

misconduct_9781419949029_msrAn ongoing series of 6 novels published by Ellora’s Cave and all perfect to enjoy as standalone reads as well as in sequence.

Hard-core hockey heroes play to win whether they’re forcing opponents into submission or chasing down the women they want in their lives and their beds. Losing is not an option, failure not accepted. It’s just as well the ladies can handle the heat, because with that much testosterone around things always get deliciously dirty and sparks fly. But what red-blooded female could resist a badass athlete when steel-hard loyalty, a sprinkle of kink and a whole lot of satisfaction come guaranteed in each seriously sexy, honed-to-perfection package?

Books – available from all good ebook retailers. First four books now also in print edition.
Hired – http://www.ellorascave.com/hired.html
Cross-Checked – http://www.ellorascave.com/cross-checked.html
Slap Shot – http://www.ellorascave.com/slap-shot.html
Teamwork – http://www.ellorascave.com/teamwork.html
High-Sticked – http://www.ellorascave.com/high-sticked.html
Misconduct – http://www.ellorascave.com/misconduct.html
Russian Heat – coming soon

highsticked_9781419941726_msrBio

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

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.

Her latest novel, Breathe You In, is a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come.

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

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

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hired_msrExcerpt from HIRED book #1

“You grab the cushions,” Logan called over the noise of the flapping shrubbery. “I’ll anchor down the parasol.”
Unlocking the door to the living area, I grabbed three pillows and chucked them inside. I went back for the other three then tumbled in, half shutting the door behind myself. My hair was wild, my cheeks stung and my heart pounded as I caught my breath.
I watched Logan close the umbrella and secure the pole into place. He glanced around, shading his eyes with his hand, checking for anything else that might blow away, then headed my way with a train of dry, flat leaves skittering past his feet. I opened the door wide to let him through. He stepped in, still squinting against the dust, as I pushed the door shut with a loud click. The world went silent. After the howling wind and the roaring sea, the quiet of the house was acute and heavy and fell around us like a dense cloak.
Leaning back against the door, I pulled in a deep breath. “Made it,” I gasped.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping up close—real close.
When I looked up, his cheeks were stained red, several grains of sand hung in his long lashes and his hair was tousled and dusted with gold. “Is that everything tied down?” I asked, trying to ignore my breasts heaving against my halter-top.
“Well, almost everything,” he said with a decidedly carnal grin.
I swallowed and flattened my palms against the cool glass door behind me. “What else do you need to tie down?”
The right side of his mouth creased upward and his brows gave the tiniest of twitches. “I’d quite like to tie you down,” he said, his gaze coming to rest on my mouth. “To the bed.”
Licking my lips, I tasted salt. My stomach knotted as excitement, anticipation and sin collided in a delicious tangle.
“But I guess that’s moving a bit fast,” he murmured, bending his head lower. “We only just met.”
“A bit fast for me,” I agreed, absorbing the burning heat from his body as it radiated against mine.
“Brooke.” He raised one hand and rested it against the wooden doorframe by my left ear. His body moved in closer still. The gorgeous spiced aftershave he wore invaded my nostrils and settled not just on my tongue but somewhere else deep inside me. “Do you remember when you walked out of the water yesterday?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice.
“Yes.” How could I forget the toe-curling embarrassment? He’d stared silently toward me as I’d ambled up the beach, trying desperately to look cool and unflustered. I felt my cheeks warming further at the memory as my stomach twisted.
“It was a million times better than any Bond movie.”
“It was?”
“Hell, yeah. If they had you as a Bond girl it would be my favorite film by miles. Not just 007, but in general, any film ever.” His mouth slid upward in a grin. “You just about blew my mind.”
“I did?” My eyes widened in surprise. He’d liked what he’d seen, and I thought he’d been unimpressed with my curvy attributes.
“Oh, yeah, and other parts of my anatomy.”
He ducked his head, his lips a whisper from mine. I could almost taste the salt on his mouth.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Logan?” I murmured. “Wouldn’t we?” His brows raised.
“Sounds painful.” I swallowed, my throat felt tight.
“It’s already getting painful.” He shifted his weight to the other foot. We were so close now my breast brushed against his chest and my nipples, which had tightened to hard pinched peaks, scraped against him.
I reached up to touch his jaw, his bristles catching on my fingertips. Our gazes connected and I rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my mouth to his.
He opened up and took immediate control of the kiss. He tasted so good—man and ocean, wind and sun—he tasted of everything I was missing in my life and had been for so long. My hands moved to his shoulders and squeezed hard muscles through his soft cotton shirt. The tip of his tongue probed farther into my mouth, shooting desire into every fiber I possessed. My tongue searched for his and began to explore his mouth.
Logan groaned and let go of the doorframe, cradling the base of my skull in his palm and winding his other arm around my waist. He pulled me close and as the length of our bodies touched, right in the very center of my abdomen, he pressed his steely erection forward. He was right, he was painfully hard.
“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured, trailing a gentle kiss across my cheek.
I tipped my head back and let him explore the base of my ear, the angle of my jaw and the hollow of my throat. “I taste like salt,” I said.
“You taste of the beach and flowers and coconut,” he whispered between kisses. “The most delicious combination of flavors I’ve ever experienced.” He pulled back slightly, slipping his fingertips under the shoulders of my cardigan and easing it down my arms. It fell to the floor and he slid his palms back up over my elbows to the base of my neck. Each tiny section of flesh he touched came alive with sensation and pricked with greedy little goose bumps searching out his caress. I found his mouth again and ran my fingers into the collar-length hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled his head to mine harder. I wanted more. Much more.
His big fingers were busy, fiddling with the knot at the back of my halter-top. It was cleverly designed with a fitted bra, it had cost a fortune but was well worth it. I felt it slipping free and pulled back from the kiss, crossing my arm over my chest and gripping my opposite shoulder to hold it in place.
“What’s the matter?” Logan asked, his eyes heavy with desire and his voice thick with lust.
“I’m…I’m big,” I said in a rush then felt silly for saying something so insecure and obvious.
“Me too,” he said, a provocative grin playing on his mouth. “Relax, Brooke, it’s all good, trust me.”
A nervous giggle escaped my lips. He continued to undo the straps, his light touch sending tingles down my spine. Then he lifted each one forward past my ears and the only thing holding up my top was my arm.
“Are you stuck like that?” he asked, laying the straps down and running his knuckles over my collarbone.
I shook my head and dropped my arm. The top slipped slowly down, exposing the large orbs of my breasts and my peaked, pink nipples. I waited for him to make some lewd remark about their size, or grab them with both hands and squeeze.
But he didn’t. Instead Logan studied me with heavy eyes. “You said you were big,” he said, “but you should have warned me you were perfect too.” He cupped my right breast in his palm and kissed my mouth, long and lazy. He slowly brushed his thumb around my nipple and when it was hard and tight he scraped gently over it. I melted against him, no one had ever touched me so reverently or with such delicate caresses.
Men, Sam in particular, had groped and squeezed and thought that worked for my bigger breasts. Despite me telling him to the contrary, he’d persisted in kneading me like dough, thinking it would get me horny.
Appreciation and desire flooded through me as Logan continued with his feathery touches and his delicate kisses. He was getting it just right. I felt like a woman, like a treasured possession. His lips left mine and he ducked down, stooping so he could take my nipple into his hot mouth. I let out a moan, ran my fingers up through his hair and arched toward him. Blood pooled in my pelvis, hunger built, a yearning was growing that needed to be satisfied.
Looking down, I watched his tongue dance across my cleavage to circle the other nipple. His eyes were closed. I could see the small scar on the top of his head again.
He dipped his hands to my waist and pressed over the flare of my hips as he stood upright. The fire of desire burned hot in his eyes, and his breathing had picked up to match my rasping breaths. “I want you,” he said determinedly. “Now.”
My stomach dropped. Nausea twisted my gut.
What the hell was I doing? I was behaving like a whore. I’d been paid to be in the villa, to be a companion for Logan, and here I was, half naked against the door, buzzing for him, desperate for him. I was about to sleep with him, have sex with him. In the next few minutes I’d be getting paid one hundred thousand dollars to fuck him when that was exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. My good karma was about to be dropkicked into a dark a corner of the universe, never to return.
I let out a whimper of shame and scooted out of his reach. “I’m sorry,” I said, yanking my top up. “I’m sorry, Logan, I can’t.”
He stiffened, dropping his arms to his sides and clenching his fists.
“I’m really, really sorry,” I said.
Pain and confusion flickered across his beautiful blue eyes. He rubbed his fingers across his forehead and blew out a long breath through pursed lips.
My gaze dropped to his shorts. The bulge of his erection strained against his zipper and the tiny metal teeth looked ready to rip apart. He shoved his other hand down his waistband and rearranged himself. A grimace crossed his face. He looked like a starving man who’d just been offered his favorite dish then had it taken away.
“I…I just can’t,” I said as a sob bubbled in my chest. “It’s not you, Logan, honestly, it’s not.”

Hockey Story: Hired by Lily Harlem

Blurb for Hired Book #1 Hot Ice Series
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
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Excerpt:

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An Excerpt From: HIRED

Copyright LILY HARLEM, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

A palm tree overhead creaked ominously and I scurried closer into his side, wrapping my other hand around his thick biceps as I glanced upward.

“It’s okay,” he said, releasing my hand and circling my waist with his arm. “It won’t fall on you.” He dragged me against his body, urging me more quickly through the sand.

I found myself taking two paces to his one and within minutes we were climbing onto the deck. Shifting sand danced around the table and chair legs. The pillows and cushions from the bed had rolled to the floor and were tumbling about in the golden dust and lodging in leaves and branches. The parasol clattered against the table, the pole lifting up from the floor and threatening to take off into the sky.

“You grab the cushions,” Logan called over the noise of the flapping shrubbery. “I’ll anchor down the parasol.”

Unlocking the door to the living area, I grabbed three pillows and chucked them inside. I went back for the other three then tumbled in, half shutting the door behind myself. My hair was wild, my cheeks stung and my heart pounded as I caught my breath.

I watched Logan close the umbrella and secure the pole into place. He glanced around, shading his eyes with his hand, checking for anything else that might blow away, then headed my way with a train of dry, flat leaves skittering past his feet. I opened the door wide to let him through. He stepped in, still squinting against the dust, as I pushed the door shut with a loud click. The world went silent. After the howling wind and the roaring sea, the quiet of the house was acute and heavy and fell around us like a dense cloak.

Leaning back against the door, I pulled in a deep breath. “Made it,” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping up close—real close.

When I looked up, his cheeks were stained red, several grains of sand hung in his long lashes and his hair was tousled and dusted with gold. “Is that everything tied down?” I asked, trying to ignore my breasts heaving against my halter-top.

“Well, almost everything,” he said with a decidedly carnal grin.

I swallowed and flattened my palms against the cool glass door behind me. “What else do you need to tie down?”

The right side of his mouth creased upward and his brows gave the tiniest of twitches. “I’d quite like to tie you down,” he said, his gaze coming to rest on my mouth. “To the bed.”

Licking my lips, I tasted salt. My stomach knotted as excitement, anticipation and sin collided in a delicious tangle.

“But I guess that’s moving a bit fast,” he murmured, bending his head lower. “We only just met.”

“A bit fast for me,” I agreed, absorbing the burning heat from his body as it radiated against mine.

“Brooke.” He raised one hand and rested it against the wooden doorframe by my left ear. His body moved in closer still. The gorgeous spiced aftershave he wore invaded my nostrils and settled not just on my tongue but somewhere else deep inside me. “Do you remember when you walked out of the water yesterday?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice.

“Yes.” How could I forget the toe-curling embarrassment? He’d stared silently toward me as I’d ambled up the beach, trying desperately to look cool and unflustered. I felt my cheeks warming further at the memory as my stomach twisted.

“It was a million times better than any Bond movie.”

“It was?”

“Hell, yeah. If they had you as a Bond girl it would be my favorite film by miles. Not just 007, but in general, any film ever.” His mouth slid upward in a grin. “You just about blew my mind.”

“I did?” My eyes widened in surprise. He’d liked what he’d seen, and I thought he’d been unimpressed with my curvy attributes.

“Oh, yeah, and other parts of my anatomy.”

He ducked his head, his lips a whisper from mine. I could almost taste the salt on his mouth.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Logan?” I murmured.

“Wouldn’t we?” His brows raised.

“Sounds painful.” I swallowed, my throat felt tight.

“It’s already getting painful.” He shifted his weight to the other foot. We were so close now my breast brushed against his chest and my nipples, which had tightened to hard pinched peaks, scraped against him.

I reached up to touch his jaw, his bristles catching on my fingertips. Our gazes connected and I rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my mouth to his.

He opened up and took immediate control of the kiss. He tasted so good—man and ocean, wind and sun—he tasted of everything I was missing in my life and had been for so long. My hands moved to his shoulders and squeezed hard muscles through his soft cotton shirt. The tip of his tongue probed farther into my mouth, shooting desire into every fiber I possessed. My tongue searched for his and began to explore his mouth.

Logan groaned and let go of the doorframe, cradling the base of my skull in his palm and winding his other arm around my waist. He pulled me close and as the length of our bodies touched, right in the very center of my abdomen, he pressed his steely erection forward. He was right, he was painfully hard.

“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured, trailing a gentle kiss across my cheek.

I tipped my head back and let him explore the base of my ear, the angle of my jaw and the hollow of my throat. “I taste like salt,” I said.

“You taste of the beach and flowers and coconut,” he whispered between kisses. “The most delicious combination of flavors I’ve ever experienced.” He pulled back slightly, slipping his fingertips under the shoulders of my cardigan and easing it down my arms. It fell to the floor and he slid his palms back up over my elbows to the base of my neck. Each tiny section of flesh he touched came alive with sensation and pricked with greedy little goose bumps searching out his caress. I found his mouth again and ran my fingers into the collar-length hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled his head to mine harder. I wanted more. Much more.

His big fingers were busy, fiddling with the knot at the back of my halter-top. It was cleverly designed with a fitted bra, it had cost a fortune but was well worth it. I felt it slipping free and pulled back from the kiss, crossing my arm over my chest and gripping my opposite shoulder to hold it in place.

“What’s the matter?” Logan asked, his eyes heavy with desire and his voice thick with lust.

“I’m…I’m big,” I said in a rush then felt silly for saying something so insecure and obvious.

“Me too,” he said, a provocative grin playing on his mouth. “Relax, Brooke, it’s all good, trust me.”

13 Days of Halloween: Lexxie Couper

Halloween…In Oz.

 

IMG_3504Not the Emerald City Oz, but the Down Under Oz. Traditionally, Australia doesn’t celebrate Halloween but by nature, we Aussies aren’t that much into tradition (unless it involves the game of cricket), which means Halloween in Australia is gaining momentum. Big time.

 

Last year, the Couper house bought not one but TWO pumpkins and carved them into spooky faces. Well, one Jack Skellington face and one demon-suffering-from-constipation face. While we still have a way to go with our Halloween-celebrating techinique, what we lack in experience we make up for in enthusiasm.

 

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This year the Couper house will be carving FOUR pumpkins (FYI: we Aussies tend to use pumpkins to make scones and soup, not scary nighttime lights but then we really do do things differently down here *grin*). Those four pumpkins are going to become Dark Vader (The Husband’s choice), Ooogie Boogie (my choice), Professor Snape (my none-year old daughter, Peanut’s choice) and a girl ghost (my six-year old daughter, the Demon Princess’s choice). Last year we also dressed up and handed out lollies (what we call candy down here). This year, the lolly-distribution will be taking a back seat to Thor 2, which opens here on October 31st).

 

But seriously, if I have to chose between dressing up like the Wicked Witch of Oz or drooling at Chris Hemsworth for two and a half hours, I’m afraid Halloween loses out. Sorry, spooks and ghouls ;)

IMG_3503Contest:

 

Here’s a snippet from one of my first erotic horror books, Timeless Wrath. To win both it and it’s follow-up, Endless Lust, read the snippet below and tell me your favourite line.

Ready? Set…

 

BOO!

 

timelesswrath_msrTimeless Wrath

Beatrice “Ricki” Sullivan is every man’s fantasy.

Drop-dead gorgeous, she exudes a sensuality none can ignore. More than just a stunning face and body, she’s intelligent, kind, gentle…and madly, inexplicably in love with Evron, a man she’s known mere hours.

Evron McKenzie is troubled, struggling with undeniable anger that scorches through his veins. And the irrational feeling he is someone else, something more. Someone rich, powerful…someone to fear. But in Ricki’s arms, Evron may have finally found his place in the world. At last he is at peace.

So who is the seductive redhead who invades Evron’s dreams? Why does she urge him to touch a mysterious sculpture—a sculpture that seems to radiate death and sin? How can she make him hornier than he’s ever been in his life with just a look, and at the same time turn his anger into bloody, murderous rage? And, more frighteningly, why can’t he resist her?

 

Reader Advisory: Sex and violence abound in this terrifically intense tale; big-girl pants definitely required.

 

Excerpt

 

Evron moved, the pull in his soul guiding him up the stairs.

The distant streetlights outside his home cast a dull yellow glow through the windows, long shadows leaping up the walls of the hallway beside him as he strode past his bedroom, heading for the loft stairs. His studio filled the small third floor—an easel, drawing board, his Mac, printer, an old over-stuffed lounge and a bar fridge full of bottled water.

And now, something else. Something he could feel in his blood.

Something new. Yet something very, very old.

He took the steps two at a time, the voice in his head whispering words he didn’t understand. The closer he came the more pervasive it became. Until, at the studio door, the whispers were screams of ecstatic triumph. INJA AL, N!

Hand steady, heart hammering, Evron closed his fingers around the doorknob, the metal like molten iron under his flesh. Unbearable pain singed his palm, lashed up his arm, but he could not pull away. How could he? When the voice commanded him to come, come, come here NOW!

With the acrid smell of burning flesh stinging his sinuses, he turned the knob and entered his studio.

Then froze.

His work area no longer existed. Where once sat a desk, computer and drawing board now hung a sculpture. A sculpture of a naked woman unlike any he’d ever seen.

At least as tall as himself, it hung from a beam of twisted wood spearing the breadth of the attic ceiling. Four metal chains, thick and undeniably old, knotted around the beam in the centre of its width, each length seemingly covered in a grimy filth that made him think of the bars in the Kings Cross holding cell.

He stared, unable to comprehend what his eyes told him to be true.

A sculpture. A fucking great big sculpture hung from his ceiling. As if some mad artist had set up an installation piece in his studio. A sculpture of a naked woman carved from blood-red marble suspended above the floor by the four metal chains. A sculpture of a naked woman crisscrossed by shining black chains wider than his wrist, each one binding her sublime body into a position of imprisoned, sexual subjugation, her arms behind her back, her wrists crossed over each other and chained to her ankles, her back bowed to thrust her full, high breasts forward. A sculpture of a woman created by the artist to be a creature of sexual slavery, her eyes closed, her lips parted wider, her legs spread wide so as to let one thick chain snaking her right thigh sink into the perfectly formed folds of her sex.

A sculpture that seemed to eat up the warmth of the room, leaving him chilled and shivering, and yet at the same time coated in a sweat that felt like rivulets of boiling water.

His throat squeezed tight, his mouth grew dry. His balls grew heavy. “Holy fuck!”

A low and soulless chuckle filled his head. There is nothing holy about me, Custodian.

A wave of blistering heat smashed over him, as if someone had thrown open the door to a furnace. Or the gates of Hell. He staggered backward, ass colliding with the door he’d just stepped through. Its edge rammed against his tailbone, black stars of agony exploding in his head even as his feet lost their battle with stability and he fell to the floor. The wooden floorboards slammed against his ass cheeks like bands of molten iron, flooding his body with new pain.

Yet Evron didn’t take any notice.

Because at the very moment his butt hit the floor, a woman appeared. The woman. As if somehow stepping from the sculpture itself. Materializing from the blood-red marble in the same way smoke is born from fire.

Evron’s mouth worked but no sound came out. He gaped up at her, heart thumping so savagely he felt the bones of his breastplate would splinter any moment now.

The woman stepped closer, eyes blacker than pitch fixed on him. Salaam, Custodian.

The words sounded in his head, a timbre so deep every hair on his body trembled. He knew it came from her, yet her lips—the colour of fresh blood—didn’t move.

He tried to swallow but his throat seemed coated in dust. A deafening beat hammered in his ears and it was only when he planted his hands to them he realized it was his own frantic pulse. Holy shit! What the hell…?

The woman approached, long legs carrying her across the short distance with a serpentine grace that made his skin crawl. Hair the colour of hellfire tumbled from her head and over her shoulders in a wild mane, drawing his stunned gaze from her shining, ink-black eyes to a voluptuously luscious body so perfect in creation Evron’s chest constricted in hot pain. God, who was this woman? And why was she familiar?

Not God, Custodian. Although He does know me. That deep, soulless chuckle sounded in his head again as black, pupil-free eyes caressed him. I must say, her voice murmured in his head, He is never as happy to see me as you are now though.

A feathering sensation caressed Evron’s stomach, as if hot fingers brushed his skin and he looked down, seeing nothing but his naked torso and open jeans, his cock jutting from his unzipped fly in an erection that defied physical possibility.

Yes. The word whispered through his shell-shocked mind, glee turning it to a low purr. This is more like it.

A breath of blistering heat fanned his cock, and—as Evron lay sprawled against the door, incapable of moving, stunned beyond the capacity of rational thought—a pair of invisible lips closed around its throbbing length and began to suck.

He snapped into a rigid arc, his eyes slamming shut, a sharp hiss passing his clenched teeth. Formless fingers raked over his splayed thighs, tearing lines into his flesh despite the material of his jeans, scoring a path to balls already ready to explode. Snaring their swollen shape in a grip neither gentle nor kind. “Jesus!” Evron cried, pleasure tearing through his limbs.

The son of the carpenter? The woman’s voice rolled through his fevered mind even as her unseen tongue rolled around his pulsating cock. He is not here. But if you prefer the male form…

A shimmer flashed behind Evron’s clenched eyelids, a blurring of form and colour, and an image of a man filled his head. Michelangelo’s David—the embodiment of human perfection—smiled at him, lifting his right hand to suck on the extended middle finger as he gripped his own turgid cock with his left.

A surge of lust—hot and greedy—roared through Evron and a strangled groan burst from his lips.

The vaporous mouth gobbling on his shaft plunged deeper down his length. The throaty chuckle he was already beginning to dread echoed in his mind. Interesting. It seems Darius’ tastes run strong in your blood. A force of pressure slid along the sweating space between his balls and his ass. Something that felt like a finger of liquid fire pressed on the tightly puckered hole. Pressing, pressing…in.

Exquisite pain flooded through Evron.  He slammed his bunched fists against the wall. Once. Twice. Waves of raw pleasure ricocheted through him, from cock to balls to ass and back to cock again. He stamped his heel on the floor, teeth clenched. “Oh God. Oh God!”

So the cunt in your bed is just a pretence.

An image of the sleeping Ricki smashed into Evron’s head, shattering the image of Michelangelo’s David masturbating. Utterly. With a snarl of contempt, he sprang to his feet, the pressure on his cock and ass disappearing immediately. “Fuck you!” He bit back a low growl, glaring at the woman from the sculpture. She still stood beside the sculpture, as if she hadn’t moved toward him at all, her fingertips stroking one of the thick chains suspended from the ceiling, her eyes shimmering black flames.

One fiery-red eyebrow arched and her mouth twitched. Temper, temper.

“Who the fuck are you?” He bared his teeth in a snarl of disgust, fury razing the lingering filaments of pleasure in his groin. “And what the fuck is going on?”

The woman’s blood-red lips curled in a slow smile, pointed fangs glinting in the dim light of the attic. I am Shahla, Evron McKenzie. I am the sculpture. I am wrath. I am the Daemon Form.” She came closer without a step, pitiless eyes boring into his mind, her heat wrapping around him like the arms of a lover. “And,” she said aloud, her voice like a dying breath, “I am yours.”

 

***

 

The Hot Seat with Dawn Montgomery

*Adjusts lamp over Hot Seat, signals for the CBs to bring out some chocolate dipped peanut butter cookies and milk. Once everything is set I signal the CBs to bring in Dawn. They guide her to the chair and settle her in.*
1) Thank You so much for agreeing to be in the Hot Seat, Dawn. Is the lamp too hot? Are you comfortable enough? Should I get the CBs to fan you?
DM: *Adjusts sunglasses* No, it’s perfect. *grins*
Se: *Orders the CBs to rub some sun block lotion on Dawn so she doesn’t get sunburnt*
2) Okay, let’s start off with something fun shall we? When I say coffee what do you think of?
 DM:Iced coffee. Dark roast deliciousness. Cake. Is there cake? *looks around*
Se: *snaps finger. Two CBs appear with a triple chocolate three layer cake*
3) Let’s do some fill in the blank shall we? The hot cowboy next door is ________ for me?
DM: Perrrfect
4) A space pirate has kidnapped you. Would you prefer to travel around with him or would you like the Doctor to save you?
Hmm. Tough question. Running off with the Doctor would be fabulous, but I’d like to take the road of River Song and meet up with him to catch up. *WEG*
 Se: So Space Pirate, adventures on your own and then meeting up with the Doctor. I like that plan.
5) What genre would you love to dive into that you haven’t yet?
DM: Historical. I won’t because I get so twisted about historical facts, but I’d love to write it!
Se: Historical scares me too but I love to read it.
6) You write some sexy heroes. Where do you get your inspiration from?
DM: Men I’ve known in my life, history, sometimes a story I read in the news.
7) If you could describe the current book you’re writing in one song what would it be? (Please include You Tube like to song, we LOVE music inspiration here)
Se: Oooh, very nice!
8) If you could revisit any couple you’ve written would you and which ones would they be?
DM: Alexis and Mack from Spaceport: Bounty. They had so many more adventures in my mind. *sigh* Alas, it’s not my universe to play in so I was limited to the one story.
9) Now you write some kick ass heroines and heroes. What qualities do you feel make an awesome heroine? Hero?
DM: Heroine has to be intelligent. Even if she has no clue what’s going on, she needs to adapt. Be honest to herself if no one else. And recognize when she’s wrong, deal with it, and come out on the other side a bit wiser.
Se: Hero has to be clever with his own set of rules. A code of conduct he follows. He’s seen the worst he can be and made (or makes) the choice to be better than that. He trusts ability above loyalty and his own ego. He also cooks.Most of the time. *grins*
10) While writing what three elements do you need to dive into your story?
DM: A good soundtrack. I make them all the time in Spotify.
An idea of where I want to kick it off (scene, book, chapter)
A notebook and pen by my side to jot down notes as needed.
11) When a scene is not working for you do you push through it or do you take a break and come back to it?
DM: I’ll try to write through it at first. If it’s dragging, I’ll run a timer for my writing and if I’m still stuck at the end, I set it aside for a day or so. If there’s another scene I can write, I work on it, but I’ll usually switch to a different book.
12) If you could create your ideal writing hideaway anywhere in the world where would it be?
DM: A small house with a lovely view, separate from my main home, and still within walking distance. If it had to be in my home, I’d want hidden staircases and secret rooms.
Se: Gotta love hidden rooms.
13) You have to choose between a vampire, werewolf, feline shifter, alien, pirate or brooding bad boy Prince. Who do you pick? And yes you can pick more than one. And no you can’t yell at me if I inspire a plot bunny, that was the intention. *waggles eyebrows*
DM: Hmm. Definitely a werewolf. *thinks* Maybe a feline alien pirate? SE! I do not need more plot bunnies!!! *bites off a good cookie chunk while pouting*
Se: *pumps fist in air.* Success. Ahem. I mean, oh look more books for us to enjoy.
14) Please tell us about your latest book and where can we buy this steamy new story?
DM: My pleasure, hon. The latest book is Haunting Melody St. Claire and was my first Cowritten EC release. :)

Melody St. Claire doesn’t believe in ghosts. Until a fire destroys her whole world, forcing her into a beautiful haunted house and the territorial domain of one very real, incredibly mysterious resident spirit.

Sexy Travis Santiago haunts the walls of his family home. Resigned to being alone, he merely exists in a place between the living and the dead until the frustrating little brunette enters his life and his heart. He can give her what she needs, if she would just believe.

The passion he ignites threatens to consume her, heart and soul, but may not be enough to hold back the nightmares. And Melody can’t possibly hope to spend forever with a man who is already dead.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

15) Again thank you so much for being in the Hot Seat. Please tell us where we can find you on the internet.
DML Sure.
Action. Adventure. Erotic Romance.
Website | Twitter | Writing | Facebook
*The CBs help Dawn out of the Hot Seat and guide her out of the room taking the cookies and milk with them.*
DM: “Oh, we’re going this way? Awesome. Say, do you have any more of these cookies? They are REALLY good”
Se: I’ll make sure they bring you some more  and some cake too.

Book Spotlight: Keeper of My Pleasure by Kayelle Allen

komp200x329Keeper of My Pleasure by Kayelle Allen

Rai trusts Koo to submit. To keep him, she must trust her heart.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
This book is in the Taboo line — one of the Ellora’s Cave Quickies

Blurb

A recent college graduate, Koo hires Rai as his attorney after thieves total his car and then dare to sue him. She wins, and takes him out to celebrate. Dinner leads to the hottest sex in his life, and a long-term relationship as her submissive. He adores the way she makes him feel, and the way she makes him burn. He longs to show her he has more to offer. He has a heart, and it’s hers, if only she’ll let him give it.

A successful attorney in her late thirties, Rai has a penchant for handsome young men with long hair. Koo, her newest client, becomes more than her usual boy toy. He likes being tied up and whipped, and he yields the way she’d always dreamed. But he has a future ahead of him, and she’s a jaded lawyer. He wants sex, not love. Right? He wouldn’t stay with her forever. She trusts him to submit. To keep Koo, Rai is going to have trust her heart.

 

Excerpt (PG13 )

This scene takes place in Rai Whethen’s estate home. She and Koo Ayakura have spent the evening enjoying dinner, flirting, anticipating their session, and now it’s time for him to perform for his mistress.

 

In Rai’s bedroom, Koo stood before her. She’d stretched out on the bed and was watching him, hands tucked behind her head, legs crossed at the ankles.

“I’m ready to see you strip, Koo. Do you need music?” She lifted one eyebrow.

“No, mistress, but if you want music, I’ll use it.”

“Hmm.” She picked up a remote and pointed it. A dance tune started, and she skipped it, listened a moment, and skipped again. Two more songs and she turned it off. “No. I only want you. No distractions. Strip for me.” She tucked her hands behind her head again. Quite unlike her, she added, “Please.”

Koo began by unfastening his hair. Straight, healthy, it reached halfway to his waist, and shone like raven’s wings. He’d inherited it from his Japanese father. His Irish mother had imparted the splash of freckles across his nose and shoulders, and grey eyes. Rai liked his hair down, and he ran his fingers through the long tresses, shook his head, and let it fall.

Rai’s eyes gleamed, and she licked her lips.

He lifted one foot at a time to unfasten the plain black shoes, and slipped them off, pulling off each sock. He crossed his arms over his chest, slowly opened them, and pulled his tuxedo coat down his shoulders. It slipped down his arms, and he caught it, held it, and then slid it all the way off and tossed it over the hassock.

He reached up to the front of the vest, unfastened it one button at a time, doing it as slow as he could, taking care to keep her gaze on his hands. He pulled it open, let it slip

down his arms, and then caught it at his elbows. He crossed his hands over his chest, hands spread.

Rai pushed herself up, hands braced on the bed.

Koo opened his arms, and let the vest fall. He caught it, tossed it after the jacket.

He opened each button on the shirt with the same slow care. Rai tugged up her skirt, and sat with legs folded, watching him like a cat in front of a mouse hole.

He opened the cufflinks, slid them into his pockets, and then shrugged out of his shirt. He held the collar between his teeth, folded the sleeves, and laid it aside.

Rai chewed on a knuckle, but didn’t speak.

He reached over his back, pulled off the T-shirt in one move, and cast it onto the pile of clothes. Bare from the waist up, he tucked his hands behind his head, lifted his hair, and let it fall over his shoulders. He’d always worked out; he also ran, and swam. He knew his body pleased women. But the way Rai looked at him, as if he were a tasty treat she craved… that made this more than a strip show. He was preparing himself for his lover.

Koo unfastened the waistband of his trousers, lowered the zipper, and then eased them partway down.

Same excerpt uncut (for R rated blogs)

This scene takes place in Rai Whethen’s estate home. She and Koo Ayakura have spent the evening enjoying dinner, flirting, anticipating their session, and now it’s time for him to perform for his mistress.

 

In Rai’s bedroom, Koo stood before her. She’d stretched out on the bed and was watching him, hands tucked behind her head, legs crossed at the ankles.

“I’m ready to see you strip, Koo. Do you need music?” She lifted one eyebrow.

“No, mistress, but if you want music, I’ll use it.”

“Hmm.” She picked up a remote and pointed it. A dance tune started, and she skipped it, listened a moment, and skipped again. Two more songs and she turned it off. “No. I only want you. No distractions. Strip for me.” She tucked her hands behind her head again. Quite unlike her, she added, “Please.”

Koo began by unfastening his hair. Straight, healthy, it reached halfway to his waist, and shone like raven’s wings. He’d inherited it from his Japanese father. His Irish mother had imparted the splash of freckles across his nose and shoulders, and grey eyes. Rai liked his hair down, and he ran his fingers through the long tresses, shook his head, and let it fall.

Rai’s eyes gleamed, and she licked her lips.

He lifted one foot at a time to unfasten the plain black shoes, and slipped them off, pulling off each sock. He crossed his arms over his chest, slowly opened them, and pulled his tuxedo coat down his shoulders. It slipped down his arms, and he caught it, held it, and then slid it all the way off and tossed it over the hassock.

He reached up to the front of the vest, unfastened it one button at a time, doing it as slow as he could, taking care to keep her gaze on his hands. He pulled it open, let it slip down his arms, and then caught it at his elbows. He crossed his hands over his chest, hands spread.

Rai pushed herself up, hands braced on the bed.

Koo opened his arms, and let the vest fall. He caught it, tossed it after the jacket.

He opened each button on the shirt with the same slow care. Rai tugged up her skirt, and sat with legs folded, watching him like a cat in front of a mouse hole.

He opened the cufflinks, slid them into his pockets, and then shrugged out of his shirt. He held the collar between his teeth, folded the sleeves, and laid it aside.

Rai chewed on a knuckle, but didn’t speak.

He reached over his back, pulled off the T-shirt in one move, and cast it onto the pile of clothes. Bare from the waist up, he tucked his hands behind his head, lifted his hair, and let it fall over his shoulders. He’d always worked out; he also ran, and swam. He knew his body pleased women. But the way Rai looked at him, as if he were a tasty treat she craved… that made this more than a strip show. He was preparing himself for his lover.

Koo unfastened the waistband of his trousers, lowered the zipper, and then eased them partway down.

He’d worn nothing underneath.The tuxedo’s material against his cock had aroused, and he’d been semi-erect all night. Knowing what Rai planned, he’d been hard from the moment they’d left the club and headed home. Now, as he dropped the pants and stepped out of them, his cock stood upright, ready to play.

“Oh, baby.” Rai held out her hands to him. “Come here, Koo.”

He walked over to the bed, and stood with hands behind him, offering all he was. Please let her see how much I love doing this. How much I love her.

Rai reached out and fondled his cock, sliding a hand along his length. “You’re beautiful, Koo. I can hardly wait to get you tied up.” She climbed off the bed. “Come with me.”

 

Inside Scoop: Our hero willingly submits to his Dom lady love and all her toys in their BDSM play, including whips and bindings and more.

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Word count: 7170
Genre: BDSM Romance
ISBN: 9781419946592
Author: Kayelle Allen
Editor: Victoria Reese
Cover art: Ellora’s Cave
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
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Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, EPIC Award winning
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In the Hot Seat with Cassandra Carr

Selena walks into the Hot Seat lounge, adjusts the lamp over the hot seat. Once everything is ready Selena signals for the Cabana Men to bring in Cassandra Carr, this week’s victim. They fluff her pillows, bring her blueberries dipped in chocolate with whipped cream.
Let the Q & A begin.
1) Okay, let’s start with the basics, what is your latest story about and where can readers get it?
It’s a short story titled On Display. Readers can buy it from the publisher’s website (Ellora’s Cave) or any major ebook retailer – Amazon, Barnes and Noble, AllRomanceEbooks…
The story follows Hunter, a bouncer and personal trainer, and Olivia, a Pilates instructor, as they discover their mutual attraction and shared kink for exhibitionism.
2) You write a lot of sexy stories, what genre would you love to dive into that you haven’t already?
I’d love to do historical but I’m too lazy to do the required research. Sad, but true, and I don’t write anything I don’t know is correct. Historical readers will kill you on that stuff if you get it wrong.
3) You’ve included sexy hockey players and rodeo cowboys as your heroes. What makes them appealing as heroes?
I like hockey players for a couple of reasons. First, I love the game and I think the real-life players are some of the nicest and most down-to-earth professional athletes you’ll run across. Also, they’re in great shape, have money, and are almost always that yummy Alpha male.
Bull riders are much the same as hockey players – the good ones can make well into the six figures per year and the riders tend to be down-home boys. Plus many riders are pretty Alpha themselves.
4) Are there any stories you’d love to revisit? Characters you feel you’ve neglected?
Only stories I haven’t finished. I have one that’s sitting at fifty-one thousand words. I need to finish that. Other than that I usually feel like their story’s been told by the time I’m done.
5) What stories do you have coming up?
I have the second book in the Storm series. Should’ve Known Better was the first and Underneath It All is the second. There’s a free read coming too, that will bridge between the two books.
I have another male/male I hope to get out sometime this fall. It’s the second book in a yet-unnamed series – See the Light was the first.
Two friends and I are self-publishing an anthology of three related stories about hockey players. That will come out in late summer or early fall.
There are some other projects but I’m not ready to talk about them.
6) Now for the fun stuff. What one word do you think of when I say, coffee?
Yuck
7) Finish this sentence: The shirtless cowboy next door started doing—— for me?
Stripteases
8) You’re stuck on a desert island, you can only pick three types of Cabana Men to serve you while you’re there. Why type of men do you pick?
Leanly-muscled and attentive only to me, handy with tools so he could make our lives better, and a great cook with a lot of imagination.
9) I unwind after a long day of writing by?
During hockey season I watch the Sabres (and other teams) play. When hockey season is over I read and do things outside.
10) Okay, where can readers find you on the internet?
11) What book would you recommend readers read first if they haven’t discovered your work before?
Talk to Me – it was my debut and a nice example of my male/female books.
12) Thank you for sitting in the Hot Seat today. One last question finish the list, chocolate, whipped cream and——?
Caramel, drizzled over a man’s chiseled abs…

Thank You so much, Cassandra. Selena gestures for the Cabana Men to escort Cassandra out of the room.  Now onto the excerpt goodness. ondisplay_9781419947650_msr

On Display 

Cassandra Carr 

Hunter wants Olivia, and the feeling is mutual. She decides to take her secret attraction public and show up at the club where he’s bouncing, ready to lay everything on the line to snag him. Hunter can’t believe his luck, and soon makes his own move on the woman he’s lusted after for months. Things heat up between them during an exciting—and exhibitionist—evening that leaves them both anticipating more sexy times to come.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site. 

An Excerpt From: ON DISPLAY 

Copyright © CASSANDRA CARR, 2013 

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc. 

Shit, where did he go?

“Nice dancing.”

Olivia jumped and a large hand shot out to steady her with a solid grip to her waist. She looked up. Hunter. “You scared me.”

“I see that.” He tilted his head. “You look flushed. You okay?”

“Yeah. I just get hot when I dance.”

“You were hot before that.” A shocked expression flitted over his face before he looked down and coughed. Olivia had to fight a laugh.

Well, at least it’s more evidence he’s interested.

He shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, and she had to suppress the urge to drool. The man was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Olivia loved his hair. It was thick and wavy and when it was down it hung to his shoulders. His face was angular as if he had some Native American ancestry and his chocolate-brown eyes could be either intense or full of mirth, depending on his mood. She’d spent more than one night with her Hitachi Magic Wand, imagining his full lips skating over her heated skin.

That same skin was definitely warm now. If she’d thought dancing had made her sweat, this was torture. How was a woman expected to just sit there and let hotness like Hunter go unexplored?

“Do you, um,” Hunter gestured toward the back of the club, “want to get some air?” Her eyebrows drew down. There was no exit that way. Clearing his throat and sending her a smile, he continued. “There’s a patio no one uses on a night like tonight when it’s so freaking hot. It was a smoking patio, now Vince uses it for private parties and stuff.” Hunter looked away and then back at her. He was babbling. It was adorable and sexy all at the same time.

“Sure, that sounds good. Can’t be any hotter than it is in here.”

He laughed. Dimples. I’m a dead woman. “Yeah, it’s like an oven, isn’t it? The air-conditioning is no match for all the people.”

She attempted to hop off her barstool without flashing him and realized he’d never let her waist go. His other hand joined in the act and he brought her gracefully to the floor. “Thanks.” He was dangerously close and Olivia hoped like hell she’d have the courage to make it known how much she wanted him. Maybe he’d make it unnecessary.

He placed a hand on her back right above the swell of her ass and guided her through the crowd and toward a dimly lit hallway. As Hunter leaned in, his breath fanned over her ear. Olivia shivered. “We don’t keep the lights on anymore. It discourages people from coming back here now that there’s nowhere for them to go.”

Olivia nodded mutely and Hunter guided her farther into the recesses of the hallway until they came to a door, which he pushed open and held for her.

She took a few seconds to assess her surroundings. “Wow, this is really nice.”

He closed the door behind them. “Yeah, now that the smoke smell is finally getting better and Vince added some crap customers like, it’s not bad.”

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth after a laugh tumbled out. Hunter grinned and those dimples made another appearance. “I’m sorry.”

“About what? Laughing at me?”

“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at your description of this area. ‘Crap customers like’?”

“You know what I mean.” He gestured to the various potted plants scattered throughout the area and the grill in the corner. “Customers love the trees with the little white lights, no matter how boring and common they are now. And the grill? I don’t remember the last time that was used, except at our employee party about eight months ago.”

“Fair enough.”

He caressed her cheek. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look in the moonlight.”

She shook her head with a chuckle. “That’s quite a line.”

“Not a line. The truth.” Before she could comment further, he’d moved his hand to the back of her neck and brought her face to his. “I need to kiss you.”

“O-okay.”

Their lips met and Olivia moaned. As if that was the sign he was looking for, Hunter snaked his other arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, sliding a thick thigh between her legs as he deepened the kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and with a sigh, she opened to him. Hunter wasted no time, pushing inside and exploring her depths. Her tongue chased his when he retreated and he groaned.

Even if they went no further she’d have fodder for hundreds of nights of fantasies. Oh, could the man kiss. He put his entire body into it, slowly stoking the fire inside her. Finally they came up for air, both panting.

He leaned back a little more and fixed a heated stare on her. “I’m on break with about twenty minutes left. I need you.”

She couldn’t deny him. Hell, she didn’t want to. “Then take me.”

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Author Bio: So who am I? I’ve been writing my whole life, but only decided to pursue writing as a career in the past couple of years. I’m lucky to have an incredibly supportive husband named Inspiration who brings home the bacon so I can stay home and fry it (and eat it all before he’s able to fight through the rush hour traffic – I’m mean that way, but like I always say, don’t get between a woman and her bacon). I live in Western New York with Inspiration and our young daughter, Too Cute for Words. I’m a major hockey fan, which explains why many of my heroes are hockey players. If you haven’t looked at the guys playing the sport today, search for some images. You won’t be disappointed. I’m a member of the leading professional association for romance novelists, Romance Writers of America, and also serve as president of my local chapter. I’ve met so many interesting people through these organizations and highly recommend them to any aspiring writer! I’m represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Sanford J Greenburg and Associates. As you can see, my life is pretty busy, but I try to take as much time as I can to write. And re-write. And re-write. It’s a never-ending, vicious circle, and I love it! Website: http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com/

Ebook Week: Tilly Greene-Who Is the Real Mary Miller?

My celeb crush is, of course, Mike Kane! Whether he’s wearing a suit and tie or trunks, the man is utterly gorgeous. However, if given a choice, I like it best when he needs a haircut and is wearing shorts or jeans and a t-shirt. He’s drool worthy when he’s in a relaxed state.

The oldest item in my closet is a black vintage Chanel cocktail dress. She was a successful woman who listened to her creative urges and used it to design gorgeous clothes for women who also worked – I liked that. I don’t dress up often, but when I do, I want to make it special while still remaining classic, besides, the little black dress is timeless.

My first job was at one of the local art festivals as a waitress for the exhibitors. I walked around, took their orders for food or drinks, and delivered the order to their booths. It was fun, but I wasn’t very good. At the time I didn’t know about decaffeinated coffee and everyone got whatever was brewed, which was usually full blow caffeinated.

My fave cocktail is a Tequila Sunrise. I love watching the sun set with a sizzle behind Catalina Island while sipping on the delicious fruity drink. Add a few crisp jicama sticks on the side to nibble and I’m happy.

The farthest I’ve traveled was to China. Okay, I haven’t actually ever been there, but I’d love to go. It’s a big country, full of expansive beauty and crowded spaces, so much history and culture to take in, it would take months if not years to truly visit such a place. I’ll take it a trip here and there. If I had to decide right now where to start, I think it would be either Shanghai or Beijing – I must see the Forbidden City.

I’m always genuinely shocked when someone recognizes me from my show at the market or dry cleaners. It’s fun and an honor when they come up to me and want to discuss a particular project, suggest a new and creative way to reuse an item, or just want to say hello.

Right now, I’m lusting after Christian Louboutin shoes – they are so wickedly saucy slippers with their higher than high heels and red soles. I’d love a pair of black ones to wear with my vintage Chanel cocktail dress.

That’s how Mary Miller, the heroine from Missing in Paradise, would answer a Life & Style weekly magazine interview. As the host of a Martha Stewart type show based in Hollywood that focuses on recycling and reusing craft projects she would be in the magazine, but also because she’s on a made dash to correct a publicity mistake.

Here’s a bit more about and from:

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene
Contemporary Erotic Romance + Bondage
Published by Ellora’s Cave

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When the love of Mike’s life breaks up with him abruptly, he doesn’t know where to turn. Mary is an emotional mess who reacts without thinking, and immediately regrets her decision. Making things right with Mike isn’t easy. It requires privacy to rebuild their love and share their lust. Neither expects their getaway to become a major news story.

The tattooed retired surfer and daytime TV star are opposites, yet perfect for each other. But paradise isn’t easy on them. Their bond will need to stand up to the strain of a public-relations nightmare if they have any hope of making it work.

Mistakes are made and they need privacy to fix things, but what about the media?

Excerpt

Mary Miller breathed deeply of the fresh salty air as she sat on the beach and watched Mother Nature do her thing. Waves crashed with a roar, rushed onto shore only to disintegrate and return to the ocean with a gentle swishing sound. The motion was a constant, predictable and yet never the same. She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point the beach had become an example of what she wanted out of life. No sharp edges or harsh points to cause pain throughout a unique journey.

The peacefulness of the beach at dawn eased into her pores and pushed out the tension. A slight breeze carried ocean spray to her uplifted face. There was only one blotch on her otherwise wonderful life. Mike Kane, the man she loved and had broken up with before he eventually walked out on her. They were great together and she’d wanted forever with him, except she knew they wouldn’t last that long. Leaving before she was left had been her solution for self-preservation. Unfortunately, she’d handled it all wrong and had only herself to blame.

Sipping her coffee, she watched a surfer ride a wave in with a variety of moves, before turning back over the crest and heading out for more. Maybe it was relaxing on the beach or watching surfers tackle the waves, but he was there in her head. She needed to figure out what to do next. As for the decision to leave first, she knew ending their time together hadn’t been right from the beginning, but had done it anyway and regretted it ever since.

“Hey,” the casual one word greeting startled her, but it was a large board and paddle dropping to the sand that made her jump. She looked up to see the man she’d been thinking about sit at her side. Encased in a full wetsuit, he rested his arms on bent knees as he checked out the waves.

Mary hadn’t a clue what to say or do to ease the tension between them. They’d been friends as kids, sweethearts in high school and finally lovers as adults. She didn’t want to lose him, but needed to think about what was best for her mental state.

Knowing an apology was necessary and actually giving one were two different things. She had no idea where to start, but knew simply saying sorry wouldn’t be nearly enough. Turning to look at him, she was struck by how handsome he was and her body responded to his sensual appeal. Didn’t her brain know it should be taking the lead right then, not her physical need for him. Apparently the two parts of her weren’t talking either and the pulse of desire beating in her pussy managed to rev up her hunger to be held by Mike again.

Had she said hello? She couldn’t remember saying anything and was shocked. Then again, it wasn’t a total surprise. Obviously Mike Kane robbed her of common sense. Looking at him closely, she soaked in every bit of flesh hidden away and left highlighted by the black rubber suit. Only his head, hands and feet were visible, and she felt compelled to wrap her arms and legs around him and never let go.

An onshore breeze helped the waves rise higher and delightfully rumpled his brown hair. She loved when it was in need of a cut. A little long so the strands curled a bit around the ears and neck. He’d probably rolled out of bed, put on the wetsuit and come out to paddle over the cold water. The man emoted sex and her need for his touch grew in strength. Her breath caught in the back of her throat when he turned and met her gaze. There was something there deep in the beautiful brown orbs that made her flinch, but they were connected. With the bond made, she was reminded of the last time they were intimate and wished they were making love instead of not talking to each other on the beach.

As if he read her mind, Mike suddenly held her as if he’d never let go and she was exactly where she wanted to be—held by him.

Momentum took them down to the sand where he held her hands on the sand by her head. Unable to manage a single word to either tell him yes or no, and it was definitely a yes, she gasped with pleasure when he threw a rubber covered leg over hers. The move hadn’t been necessary because there was no chance she’d leave.

In a heartbeat, his lips pressed firmly against hers and all she knew was how much she wanted whatever he offered. What they shared was not soft or tender, but what passed between them was filled with turmoil of raw passion and emotions.

He opened his mouth, ran his tongue across the seam as if demanding entrance and hers opened, ready to be ravished. They circled and danced around each other, hungry for the link they’d shared before. Thankfully Mike couldn’t ignore her need for his possession. He teased her passion to the surface and promised fulfillment. At first the kiss they shared was packed with what she believed was desire and love, then lust denied rushed forward and wouldn’t be ignored.

It was pure coincidence that he’d come down to the beach to paddle and collect his thoughts before seeing Mary, only to find her calmly watching the dawn’s surfers. Everything he’d planned to say to her fled as blood pumped through his body. Mike inhaled deeply to try to gain stability, only he caught a whiff of her flowery scent and was lost. He reached out and took what he wanted. The woman he loved was in his arms, beneath him, and he showed her what they had together.
©Tilly Greene, 2011

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Missing in Paradise takes place in Southern California in February/March and the weather is lovely, but what beach would you go to escape the winter chill? In celebration of Read an eBook Week, a random commenter will win a copy of Missing in Paradise – a name will be drawn after midnight tomorrow.

Tilly Greene
Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.
www.tillygreene.com

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