Thursday, 18 December 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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Thursday Taster - Gentleman #15

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

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

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Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Rex

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

Not a girl then.

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

Sunday, 14 December 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, 12 December 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Becoming

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

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

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

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #14

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

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

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Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Six

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

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

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