Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Mid Week Tease - The Game


 
Welcome to MWT where my friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or published work for you, the readers. This week I'm give you a peek at one of my current WIPs and hope you enjoy.
 
Here's an unedited taste of, Spanked by the Bad Boy:
 
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     Declan Cage pulled up onto the large paved lot of Stoub Engineering and parked his custom chopper, listing to the smooth tocato-tocato-tocato sound of the motor as it purred. He needed a moment to put on his poker face before he turned off the ignition and went inside to speak with Matthew Stoub’s personal assistant. She was a real piece of eye-candy, but also a real piece of work. He’d been collaborating with Matthew on a large commercial construction project for the last month, yet no matter how many times he spoke to Matthew’s assistant, she acted as if it were the first time meeting him.

     He ran his fingers through his newly buzzed-off hair, realizing the gesture to be one of habit more than necessity. Since he’d cut off his tawny locks, he didn’t have enough hair for the wind to tousle. Declan glanced at his reflection in the side mirror and scowled. The expression wasn’t his poker face, but it would work. He turned his bike off, and prepared for what was to come.

     Today wouldn’t be any different than the other times he spoke with Matthew’s assistant. She’d act like she couldn’t remember his name, and he’d tell her, again, and that was completely irritating. He suspected her “I have no clue” guise to be part of the game they played, because he was aware of her and that prissy attitude that intrigued him more than anything. Probably because Ms. Brooks was begging to be taken into hand and he was the man to do it.

     Declan thought about her and her big blue eyes that sparkled brightly when she looked at him. Her pixie features and the way her nose turned up slightly at the end. That perfect creamy colored skin she showed too much of. The way she filled out her always too tight sweaters. The sway of her hips when she walked. Her sexy legs highlighted by short skirts and the fuck-me heels she wore. He shuddered with the thought of those long glossy-red manicured fingernails scratching their way up his back….

     Declan smirked, flexed his muscles, and dismounted his bike.

     There’s no way little miss priss isn’t totally aware of you.

****

     Tiffany Brooks heard a familiar sound. She swiveled in her office chair to look out the window and saw, him. Straddling his chrome bike, wearing chunky leather work boots, jeans, and a simple white T-shirt with the DC Construction logo imprinted on the back, Declan Cage set her heart to pitter-pat. She touched her chest and frowned.

     You are not attracted to that man, Tiffany. He’s all wrong for you.

     She tucked a piece of her sable brown hair behind her ear, straightened her shoulders, and put on her best toothy-white smile as he entered the building.

     “Good morning,” she said.

     He bobbed his chin. “Morning, Ms. Brooks.”

     She observed him coming toward her desk and willed her face to look pleasant, yet restrained. She needed to keep a particular non interest about him, though the smug politeness she plastered across her features was hard to accomplish, especially since Declan had a swagger that made her want to gawk at him.

     “How are you today?” he asked.

     “I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”

     “Fabulous.”

     She stared at him, blank faced.

    “I’m sorry. I’m not good with names,” she said.

     “I’m Declan.” He slightly turned to show her his back and gestured over his shoulder toward the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on his thumb gleamed. “From DC Construction,” he said. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged from beneath the shirt.

     “Oh yes.” She waved her hand. “The owner. Correct?”

     “You’ve got it.”

     Of course she knew who he was, but she loved bugging the hell out of him. Tiffany suspected when she said she didn’t remember his name she got under his skin. She wasn’t too sure why she enjoyed prodding him though, other than the fact by the expression on his face, he wasn’t use to women not remembering him.

     Continuing her, “I’m a busy professional who’s not impressed by you” charade, she casually glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid closed, then looked back up at him. “How may I help you today?”
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Next to You by Rebecca Brochu


BLURB:
Understaffed, overworked and generally exhausted contractor Ricci DeAngelo still has to contend with a long subway ride at the end of each day.  The last thing he expects is to fall head long into a relationship while dozing on the train.  But that’s exactly what happens when a sexy and equally exhausted stranger falls asleep on his shoulder one night.

 
Ricci’s nap partner ends up being Layton Callis, an equally overworked pâtissier who looks and smells good enough to eat.  When they unexpectedly fall into a routine of napping together on the late train Ricci finds himself in a unique position.  He can continue only seeing Layton during the week and spending his weekends in a sleepless mess.  Or Ricci can step up and see if he can get Layton to agree to wake up next to him on a more permanent basis.

 

EXCERPT:

“I’m going to kiss you now.”  Ricci blurted it out and watched Layton’s eyes go wide and then soft and hot. He reached out and put the empty mug on the bedside table beside Layton’s.

 

“If that’s how you react to coffee, I’m definitely going to have to cook breakfast…”  Layton’s teasing was drowned out as Ricci pushed forward and kissed him.

 

It started slow, just like the kiss from the night before.  Ricci teased the seam of Layton’s lips with his tongue, licked at the corners of his mouth leisurely for a moment before he swept inside.  He chased the taste of coffee around Layton’s mouth, learned the curve of his teeth and the wet, hot strength of his tongue all over again.  It was good, better than any kiss Ricci could remember at the moment.  It only improved when Layton pressed closer until Ricci was forced to lean back completely against the headboard so Layton could crawl forward onto his lap.

 

They broke the kiss slowly and stayed where they were for a moment, faces pressed close as they both panted for air.  Layton moved first. He slid his hands up the wide expanse of Ricci’s chest and then down over the curve of his shoulders as he ducked his head so he could place nipping kisses on the base of Ricci’s neck. 

 

Ricci groaned and tipped his head back to give Layton better access while he clenched one hand in the sheet beside him and trailed the tips of the fingers on his other hand down Layton’s bare back until he could palm the curve of his ass.

 

Layton whined, a sweet high-pitched sound, when Ricci squeezed his ass lightly and then he set his teeth to Ricci’s skin harder in response. 

 

Ricci bucked his hips upwards as he hissed at the sting.  They both groaned low and long when the rapidly hardening jut of his cock pressed against Layton’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants.

 

“You said I could touch you.”  Ricci’s pulled Layton closer to him with the hand on his ass and finally untangled his other from where it had begun to claw at his bed sheets.  “I really hope you meant it.”

 

“I meant it.”  Layton’s words were broken by the way he panted against the curve of Ricci’s neck.  “I definitely meant it.”

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Shades of Rose - Vampire Masquerade by Olivia Starke #Giveaway


Vampire Masquerade by Olivia Starke

 

 




 

It may be too late for Natasha to escape two she-vamps with one big secret…

 

You are cordially invited to the event of the year

The Vampire Masquerade Ball

Sincerely, Aleese and Eaven

 

When Natasha Edwards receives a personal invitation to the exclusive Vampire Masquerade, it's exactly the break she's been waiting for. It's her chance to impress national news syndicates, not to mention an opportunity to do some snooping into the disappearances of several women who were last seen within the Underground sect. But the two she-vamps have other plans for her.

 

Aleese's infatuation with the sexy news reporter cannot be denied, and Eaven has never been one to ignore her wife's desires. The blonde beauty is perfect for their plans, and once she's inside their home, the trap is set. Natasha is easy prey. She's responsive to their touch, and sweet as honey to taste. They want nothing more than to indulge their fantasies in every way imaginable.

 

Natasha finds exquisite pleasure of a kind she's never experienced with the two dangerous vampires. But when she stumbles upon the truth behind the missing women, will it be too much for one small-town reporter to handle?

 

Content Warning: contains explicit language, graphic sex, F/F/F+ ménage, BDSM, oral sex, spanking, toy play, and voyeurism

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

The two women flanking Nat left her feeling fluttery with the odd combination of awareness and anxiety. The she-vamps could easily eat her whole without a trace left for the police to find, making her their fourth missing woman. And despite that niggling of fear in the back of her mind, she couldn't keep her gaze off Eaven's cleavage. Perfect globes meant to spill from one's hands and, when free of constraint, sway with every movement. A body like hers was made for seduction and sexual pleasure. Ripe and lush, to be savored and enjoyed—a hedonist's playground for delights of the flesh.

 

Nat swallowed and turned her attention to the other. Aleese aroused her in a different way. Graceful hand gestures accented her speech, each movement as fluid as a ballet dancer's. Agile, lithe, and confident in every breath, a study of symmetry and beauty against her partner's blatant sexual appeal. And her lips…God, her lips were incredible. Pouty and red, perfect to kiss, perfect to whisper sweet nothings in someone's ear. Nat's heart rate kicked up, and the room started a slow spin, like a carousal ride. She stumbled back from her hosts, needing space.

 

"I'm sorry, but I need some fresh air," she explained when they shot her questioning looks.

 

"Of course." Aleese took her hand and guided her toward a pair of open French doors. Outside on a small patio, a cool breeze stirred. "We can be a bit much in one great big swallow."

 

"I'll be okay. I've had a heavy work schedule."

 

Which was the truth; the last few weeks had been a madhouse at the station due to elections in the fall. A good explanation for the way her thoughts dashed this way and that. Sleep had also been hit-and-miss since she'd received the invite to the ball. The poise and professionalism she'd planned on bringing with her had evaporated the moment she'd stepped into the ballroom. Now she felt like a floundering fish out of water.

 

Aleese clutched her hand with both of hers, their warmth sending tingles over Nat's skin. Another thing she hadn't counted on…the attraction she had for the two vampires.

 

"We're delighted you could join us. The ball can be so stodgy when it's the same people year after year." Her eyelashes fluttered. "Having new blood is a real treat."

 

Nat found herself transfixed with the way Aleese's mouth moved. It took a moment for her to piece the sentence together.

 

"I appreciate the invite, though I'm curious as to why you'd want me here."

 

Aleese peered up, her gaze almost doting. "Eaven and I respect you as a female reporter. It's such a man's world, and you're making a name for yourself, so why wouldn't we want to meet you?" She clutched Nat's hand tighter, leaning into her arm. "So were you one of those little girls who dreamed of attending a vampire ball?"

 

Every young girl dreamed of doing such a thing. "Of course."

 

Nat felt uneasy. Perhaps it was because she stood outside, beneath a full moon, with the most beautiful vampire she'd ever met. The silvery moonlight gave the she-vamp's skin an ethereal glow. She wanted to reach out and touch Aleese's cheek to see if it were as rose petal soft as it looked.

 

Interview questions… Nat tried to recall the list she'd written and studied days before, but every single one failed her. Aleese tilted her head, her lips so very close…

 

Nat cleared her throat. "I understand you've had three women go missing from your sect." Not what she wanted to open with, but the only question making itself available in her scrambled brain.

 

Something glimmered across Aleese's face. An emotion Nat couldn't pin down before her coy smile returned. "I wouldn't say they've disappeared, we know exactly where they've gone."

 

"Where?"

 

Aleese licked her lips, her pink tongue an invitation for Nat's mind to play out vivid fantasies. Her fingers brushed up Nat's forearm, and Nat suddenly couldn't catch her breath.

 

"There you are," Eaven cut in, joining them on the patio. "Feeling better?"

 

"Yes, yes I am, thank you." Nat tried to move away from Aleese, but found herself trapped against the patio's rail.

 

Eaven moved close, so close their breasts touched. Nat met the she-vamp's gaze. Her eyes reflected the silvery night light, leaving them even more pale and unearthly. Nearly void of color. With no place to run, Nat could only hold her ground and hope her legs didn't fail her. Heat built within her core like an inferno as a sweet ache settled between her thighs.

 

Eaven looked to her wife. "They are playing our waltz, my love." She moved her attention to Nat's mouth. "Would you mind if I took the first dance with our new kitten?"

 

"Only if I can have the second," Aleese purred in return.

 

 


 

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

Olivia Starke calls the Ozarks home. One of the most beautiful areas in the country, she loves hiking trails with her dogs, kayaking on the numerous waterways, and enjoying southern Missouri's fresh air and sunshine.

 

She's also 'Mom' to four dogs, a growing number of kitties that show up at her door, and four VERY spoiled horses that do little to earn their keep. Not that she'd ever hold that against them.

 

She's a HUGE fangirl of Doctor Who and to a lesser extent Supernatural, and has a pretty interesting love triangle (or square?) going on in her head between the Doctor and the Winchesters.

 

 

Author Links:   Site     Twitter     Facebook

 

Giveaway:

 

Olivia is giving away an eCopy of Vampire Masquerade to one lucky winner. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.

 

 
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Monday, January 27, 2014

From the Alpha's Claim anthology - Love's Rescue by Morgan King


 
 
Love’s Rescue Blurb: One night while attending a party hosted by Jon Liselle, newly appointed second in command of the Human Alliance Party, Jakob hears a song that no one else can. With stealth and cunning Jakob makes his way into the hidden depths of Jon's home, only to discover a creature being kept captive. She is a mermaid and he is her song mate. Together they must both utilise their shifter powers to escape, but will Nerissa stay with him or will she want to go home once she is free? Jakob wants to claim Nerissa forever but fears rescuing her from one cage only to trap her with his love. Nerissa must choose between complete freedom and going home, or love and the destiny of having a mate.

It all began with a piece of flash fiction, the word was opulent, the word limit two hundred and this flew straight into my head:

The tank was disgustingly opulent. It consumed one wall, floor to ceiling and was decorated with swirling images of shells, coral and sea life all gilded in pearl. The vast array of shimmering colors distracted his eyes momentarily, but nothing could disguise the purpose of the chamber, it was a cage and its captive swam towards the reinforced glass wall, her eyes open wide reciprocating his stare. Her tail swished angrily back and forth, the color of those moving scales so obviously matching the delicate pigment staining the glass barrier.

One word originating from somewhere outside of himself burst through his head “Help!”

He was looking at a mermaid and he could hear her voice as if she had spoken to him.

It resonated right to the depths of his heart.

****

The rest of the story and Jakob being led to Nerissa by her song was inspired by a quote:


 



 

 

If you need more of a teaser:

Jakob lifted his torso up and looked down at Nerissa. She was right. “That’s unbelievably sexy,” he said looking at iridescent colors shimmering across her skin, the mounds of her breasts gleaming, her nipples rising up like two hard little pearls polished to perfection. Unable to resist he took one in his mouth and sucked.

“You even taste of a sea breeze, salty and fresh.” Jakob dragged his tongue across her flesh, from breast to navel. “I want to taste all of you.”

Nerissa thrust her hips against him, and Jakob slowly made his way down her body licking her smooth flesh with his rough tongue. He took one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. For just a moment he rested his head against her lower belly, as if humbling himself before a shrine.

He wanted to breathe her in so her scent would never leave him. He wanted to drink her taste, so it would forever linger on his palate.

“Please … don’t stop.”

There was no danger of that.

And just in case you’re thinking she’s a mermaid that could be tricky, clearly she shifts to human form!

 



 

Hopefully you will love Love’s Rescue and be pleased to know it’s going to be the first in a series: Paranormal Rights.

Set in Suffolk Paranormal Rights presents an urban fantasy/alternate reality version of the East of England (think sea, forest, factories, unique fantasy architecture, and historic buildings).

Here there is a fight brewing between the tyrannical, racist and undemocratic human society and the paranormal underclass. The political arena is the ring and the showdown will be the forthcoming election.

Another teaser I couldn’t resist to set the scene:

The palace stretched out to sea, an impressive structure of glass and steel transforming what used to be Southwold pleasure pier. What had once been for the pleasure of the people was now a monument to Liselle’s wealth and a testament to his class. It seemed every generation could have their own nouveau riche, those with more money than sense to respect the privileged opportunity it presented.

At the front was a casino-like entrance complete with multiple swinging doors leading through to a dark interior momentarily illuminated in different places by flashing lights. Jakob wouldn’t be surprised to see mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling.

The party would all be happening to the front of the building, rather than on the pier itself. For behind the front part of the palace, which was built on solid ground, was Liselle’s private residence supported by a multitude of iron pillars. A wooden walkway marked by iron railings wrapped right the way around. In daylight, with people walking up and down, it might appear much like any other pier, but at night, completely deserted, while the front of the building was all lit up, it appeared ominous.

Most interesting, though, was that down below, in the center of the iron pillars, nestled among the supporting structure, half visible above the sea and then disappearing underneath its surface were what looked like tinted glass walls that it was impossible to see through and not just because of the darkness of the night or the interior. John Liselle’s home contained rooms stretching down into the sea. Places where he could look out without anyone being able to see in.


The view of Southwold from the pier.
 
Some pictures I took of Southwold Pier one day.



 

 

 

 

Where to find me:




 Twitter:  Morgan King @EroticWritings 

 

Other Info about me:

Well I like to see myself as an infinitely patient single mother and charity manager by day and reader and writer of erotic romance by night. I love all genres of romance, but have a special tendre for historical stories having been seduced by Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer at a young age. I even named my dog Darcy.

My son is a very imaginative five year old, so when the characters aren’t having conversations in my head I’m voicing the character of a witch, dragon, pirate or possibly knight. Yes, I always get to be the bad guy for some reason! We live in the rural East of England not far from the forest so there are always plenty of opportunities for adventure.

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Sunday, January 26, 2014

Wow - Thank You

 
 
 
 
 
 
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/final_tally_novelerot.ht

On behalf of myself and the other authors, THANK YOU.

I was super surprised when I found out The Crimson Rope had been nominated for the Preditors & Editors Readers' Poll, and even more surprised when we actually made the 10 ten finishers in the Best Erotica Novel category for 2013.  Thanks so much to everyone who voted for The Crimson Rope.  It was an honor to have one of my books nominated and even more of an honor to be included in the top 10.

XoXo
London

Saturday, January 25, 2014

BTSeMag - Libby Waterford

This week it is a Feature Interview with Libby Waterford and her book Love Unlocked
 


 




Libby Waterford writes California-set steam contemporary romances.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Alpha's Claim Is Here

Today is release day for the Alpha's Claim anthology!
 
 
Strength. Power. Domination.

The shifters in our Alpha's Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won't take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won't let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?




10 Author Erotic Shifter Anthology
 
One Bite by Avril Ashton
 
Taming Duke by Melissa Hosack
 
Crazy for You by Persephone Jones
 
Love's Rescue by Morgan King
 
Dance for Me, Princess by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
 
Extinction by Jorja Lovett
 
Panther Ridge by Jessica Jayne
 
Tatum's Tiger by London Saint James
 
But Fear Itself by Giselle Renarde
 
Cait's Buffalo by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
 

You can find Alpha's Claim here:

Evernight Publishing






BTG - Cupid's Promise by Kimberly Quinton #Giveaway


Cupid’s Promise

Holiday Hearts Book 2

By

Kimberly Quinton

A sweet contemporary Holiday romance with a touch of paranormal

 

 

Shot through the heart...

Cupid’s Promise

Cupid's Secret promises to set Laurel Cove on its ear with a sexy new boutique that answers what a woman desires. When the owner ends up in the hospital it's up to Lena Ridgeway to make sure this heart-stopping opening goes off without a hitch, but she finds her every idea challenged by a no-nonsense businessman.

Capitalizing on a feeling...

Marcus Blackwell is a bottom-line kind of guy and he knows that sex and hearts sell. When he arrives to find his latest venture in chaos, his partner injured, and a model- turned-manager in charge, he rolls up his sleeves and dives in. If only he could keep his mind-and hands - off the sultry model with her whimsical faith in a fake holiday.

Can't fight this fortune...

Lena can't help teasing the straight-laced, business-only boss who keeps sneaking into her dreams. One passionate kiss has her believing he may be the one she's waited for all her life, but she'll need every arrow in Cupid's arsenal to prove she is his true Valentine....

 

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Excerpt:

You’re firing me because I didn’t sell enough chocolate?” Lena had never been fired before. She shouldn’t be so pissed. It wasn’t like she had wanted to be a clerk in the first place.

“No. I’m letting you know your obligation to your friend is fulfilled. We have a manager who can take over—one who’s interested in the bottom line and ready to do what it takes to make this store a success—therefore, you no longer need to inconvenience yourself with filling in.” If he could have been more condescending, she wasn’t sure how.

“But who will coordinate the seminars and special guests we have coming in next week? Julie can’t run the store and do that, too.” Why was she arguing? If the part owner said he didn’t need her, then he didn’t need her. She could get to her planned reunion with James.

“I’ll be coordinating the week of activities and specials. Like I said, everything is under control and you are free to go.” He began the closing routine as if there was no need for further discussion. She was, for the first time she could remember, speechless.

Lena paced through the shop to the florist counter where her purse was secured in a cabinet. Pulling the over-sized boho bag out, she bit her tongue before saying anything else. She had known her time there was temporary while they found other staff, but she had enjoyed the work and done well, despite what Marcus thought. Maybe she should take his dismissal as a sign to move on.

Turning, she almost swallowed her sore tongue. Holy heck. Boss from hell had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. Suddenly Mr. Tight Ass looked more bedroom than boardroom. He ran a hand over his face, pinched the bridge of his nose for a breath, then smoothed through his just-longer-than-short locks. The natural wave kept the tousled-yet-put-together style with ease. Transfixed, she couldn’t look away as his long fingers deftly and purposefully unbuttoned one sleeve and then the other before rolling them up to reveal the sun-kissed color of his hands also extended up strong forearms. Her lips closed around the soft pant of her breath. Her thoughts really needed to start flowing in a different direction.

His gaze caught hers and heat singed her cheeks at his cocky half-grin. “You don’t need to help close up. I can manage.”

Clearing her throat, she wiped at the handprint her heated skin had left on the glass counter. “Sure thing.” I need to get out of here before I do something stupid.

Lena wrestled one arm into her coat. Her palms itched to either smack him or caress him to see what he would do. Neither choice was in her best interest. He moved behind her to hold up her coat. His hand brushed her shoulder, turning her toward him. The small touch sent a thrill straight to her core. Peeking up at him, she searched for an answering attraction in the depths of his warm autumn flecked-green eyes but he moved away quickly. “Night, then. Good luck.” And once again, she’d been dismissed.

Stupid candy. From this night on, she never wanted to see chocolate again. Okay, maybe not until after Valentine’s.

 

 

 
 
About the Author:

Whether she’s writing contemporary or paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.

 

Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured. Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.

 

A wife and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and sharing a laugh with friends and family.

 

You can usually find her on Facebook or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.

 

Contact Details:

 

Website: http://kimberlyquinton.com/about-kimberly/

Email: kim@kimberlyquinton.com

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