Friday, June 30, 2017

Crescent City Chronicles by Judith Lucci

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A multi-dimensional medical thriller series featuring Virginia-born nurse/attorney Alexandra Lee Destephano, Commander Jack Francoise of the New Orleans Police Department, and Dr. Robert Bonnet, Alex’s former husband and a prominent New Orleans surgeon. These thrilling books center on the characters as they encounter murder, malpractice, the supernatural and a serial killer in The Big Easy’s most famous hospital. Crescent City Chronicles, Alex Destephano Medical Thriller series, blends hospital drama, murder, romance, political intrigue, terrorism, and the grisly work of a serial killer.

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Chaos at Crescent City Medical Center (Book 1)
It's Mardi Gras in post-Katrina New Orleans. Thousands of tourists have flocked the city, paralyzed traffic and jammed the French Quarter with drunken crowds and garbage. City officials expect record crowds and the biggest boost to the Crescent City economy since the big storm. Alexandra Lee Destephano, legal counsel for Crescent City Medical Center, anticipates her third Mardi Gras Ball with her date, dashing art historian Mitch Landry. Things change quickly. Alex is stat-paged to the hospital and learns the wife of the Governor of Louisiana has been found unconscious and covered in blood in her hospital room. By the end of the day, murder and mayhem are the only things on Alex’s mind. 

The Imposter (Book 2)
It’s hotter than hell in New Orleans and Police Commander Jack Francoise is battling horrific crime in the Vieux Carre. At the Psychiatric Pavilion, nurses are doling out Thorazine Slurpees to the criminally insane and viciously psychotic patients in the South. Alexandra Destephano, legal counsel for the hospital, is troubled by safety issues and is working hard to protect patients and staff. The violence escalates and brutal beatings and murder become the order of the day as life in the Big Easy becomes uneasy.

Viral Intent: Terror in New Orleans (Book 3)
With POTUS and members of Congress in the Big Easy for a political convention, an unidentified killer virus in the Crescent City emergency room has physicians baffled, hospital staff frightened, and the CDC on their way to assist. When the first death from the virus is a Secret Service agent guarding the President, a terrorist attack is feared. Matters get worse with the murder of a prominent politician in the French Quarter. Alex and Jack join the CDC, FBI, and Secret Service to save the streets of New Orleans from disaster. 

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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Paddled by the Teacher by Ravenna Tate

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Chelsea Anderson has entertained fantasies of being spanked and paddled all her adult life. But until she found an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. Intimate relationships haven’t worked out for Chelsea. She feels like a freak because of her secret desires, and because of her poor body image, she doesn’t believe herself lovable.

Slade Taylor, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and in control. Slade also has been unlucky in love, but would a man like him be interested in anything beyond this experiment with her? Is it possible Chelsea has finally found the man of her dreams?


He kisses me, tongue and all, and I’m lost in the dizzying sensation of strong arms enfolding me while that magical mouth works over mine. His dick is rock hard again, and I move my hips against it, rocking them forward and backward, until I’m so damn wet the juices trickle down my thighs.

“Chelsea…” His whisper sends shivers down my spine. That incredible mouth moves to my neck, where he plants tiny bites up and down my jawline. I want to fuck him so badly I taste it.

“Where do you want to be for this? The cross again? One of the benches?” He grasps my breasts and dips his head, licking the nipples with long, slow strokes. “I can’t wait to see these clamped.”

“Wherever you want me.” Thinking is impossible. Breathing is difficult. Speaking is a chore.

“Come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me toward a bowed leather bench. I’ve been intrigued with this one since spying it when I first came into the room. “This might be too intense for you since you’ll be restrained and completely open to me.”

“I’ll be all right. Thank you for asking.”

The expression on his face is tender. “Your care is my concern.”

I like this. A lot. “Is it really this easy?”

Confusion fills his eyes. “Is what really this easy?”

“Being a submissive.”

“Everyone’s dynamic is different. If you were my sub, we’d work new things in over time, once you were ready. But of course, that would depend on what you enjoyed, and what didn’t do it for you.”

“What about you? What does it for you?”

Every time he grins, I want to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me. Hard. “I’ve already told you my two favorite things, Chelsea, and we’ve done them both. The rest is icing on the cake.”

After he assists me into a comfortable position on the bench, and both my wrists and ankles are restrained with soft leather, I understand what he meant about this being intense. It’s that, plus it puts me into a vulnerable position. My arms and legs are spread wide, and my hips are arched upward slightly. The bench itself can be raised or lowered, lending all sorts of decadent possibilities to what he will do with me and to me.

He makes a show out of circling me on the bench, that sexy grin on his face. When he pulls gently on his cock, I yell in frustration. “Please…”

“What do you want, Chelsea? Tell me.” The movement of his hand up and down his shaft grows faster. Tiny beads of pre-cum are visible at the tip. I lick my lips. “Tell me in detail what you want me to do to you, or I will stand here and beat off in front of you.”

“Oh!” This isn’t just teasing. The truth is in his eyes.

“I told you. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean.”

Speak now, fool! “Flog my nipples. With a softer flogger, please. Hit them. With … with your hands, and with a soft toy. Put clamps on them. Flog my pussy. Paddle my pussy.”

A huge, wicked grin slowly spreads over his face as I confess my secret desires. “What else? You’re not done. There’s more in your eyes.”

Shit. I have to say it. There’s no way around this. He senses it, and will make me tell him, or this will stop. “Fuck me,” I whisper, as huge tears spill over my lashes. “Fuck me, Slade. I want … I want your dick inside my pussy.”

Satisfaction and lust fill his eyes. “Finally. I’ve been waiting to hear that since the second you walked in here.”

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Mid Week Tease - Don't Stop Watching

*Waves* I know I've been gone from Mid Week Tease a long, long time. But I'm back!!! 

This week I've got a little something from Forever & Always, Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book Two which is soon to be released.



With the phone to his ear, Cayden turned and looked at me, his sapphire gaze roaming from the hair piled in a messy bun atop my head, to my bubble-gum-pink-painted toenails before he smiled.
My heart thrummed.
Reaching out, he pulled me onto his lap where I willingly went, and picked up a pen from beside my laptop. Then, he crooked his head, holding the handset to the cordless in place against his shoulder to free his other hand and took a hold of mine.
Curious, I wondered what he was up to.
Cayden turned my hand over, palm side up. Swiped his fingers softly over my palm once. Wrote, I Love U, boldly across it. And then he curled my fingers closed, securing the words tight within the palm of my hand before he moved his hands from mine and took hold of the handset again.
My heart, not to mention my body, felt as if it would explode from the joy those three little words inspired. But the fact he wrote them, tattooed them onto my skin, was simply the sweetest thing he could have done.
“Go ahead and e-mail it. I’ll take a look,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone.
There was a pause. A buzzing followed by another pause.
“Sure. Not a problem,” Cayden replied, motioning for me to get up.
When I did, he adjusted the hard, straight-backed desk chair as well himself, and patted his lap.
Wearing nothing but a towel, I straddled him, chest to chest, and placed my arms around his strong shoulders. “Good?” I mouthed.
He winked his approval.
I played with the ends of his hair, feeling the impressive bulge beneath his designer sweatpants jerk against my bare core.
Blood raced through my veins with a start.
“Yes,” Cayden said into the phone. “I’m planning on it, but we can talk about that later.”
There was another pause, more humming sounds, then one of his hands went to my backside and squeezed. “Okay, thanks,” Cayden said.
He hadn’t been talking to me, but to whoever was on the phone.
“I will. Enjoy your breakfast.” He punched the end button and placed the handset into the receiver on the desk.
“I didn’t mean to disturb your call. I realize it was business,” I said.
“You can disturb me anytime, baby.”
“It sounded important.”
He shrugged one shoulder while his index finger wandered along the line of the towel above my breasts. “Just one of the studio executives.”
A riot of goose bumps broke out on my skin.
“They want me to take a look at an audition of a new actress,” he said. “Jerry believes she has the look and the talent we are looking for, for the Vancouver shoot.”
“Lucky you, getting to see videos of beautiful women.”
Cayden gave a little laugh. “No one is as beautiful as you.”
I probably blushed. “Thank you.”
He gave me his crooked grin. “No need for thanks.”
“So—” I wound some of his hair around and around my finger “—you get to pick your co-stars?”
I was digging, raging with jealousy. I’m sure he knew it. After all, I did have him explain to me the night before just how naked, naked really was for those on-screen love scenes he does. Of course, he soon had my mind preoccupied with our own nude love scene.
A slow smile stretched across the perfect features of his face. “I’m one of the executive producers on the film.”
Interesting, but I didn’t have time to explore that line of conversation. Why? because he shifted underneath me and said, “Not to change the subject—” he worked his hand under the cotton of the bath-towel I’d swathed myself in, “but I really like you in this position.”
Cayden tapped my bottom with a playful little slap.
Oh, he was good at distracting me, but I wanted the distraction.
I smiled and swayed myself across his lap, rubbing what he so emphatically wanted me to feel between my legs.
With a flash of his eyes, he secured my hips with his hands. “You must think me some sort of animal, but I can’t help myself.”
One side of his mouth quirked up.
God. The things those beautifully etched lips did to me.
“I have to admit,” he said, “it’s not like I can hide it. You have this way. Seeing you—” Cayden licked and nibble the side of my neck “—I’m one continuous hard-on when it comes to you, Winter.”
“You’re not an animal.” I gripped his hair and swayed my hips once more. “I do think I’m fortunate, though.”
“Fortunate, huh?”
“Well, to have him stand at attention just by looking at me.” I squeezed my thighs against his and glanced down suggestively. “I mean, huge ego boost.”
He chuckled, pulling back. “You are being wicked, teasing me like this. You know that, right?”
I giggled. “I know.”
He bit my bottom lip and sucked it prior to saying, “I’m the fortunate one, baby. And maybe I should warn you.”
Cayden found the tuck I’d made earlier near my underarm and unwrapped me. The fluffy white towel puddled around my thighs before he moved his hand up the curve of my spine, splaying his fingers between the span of my shoulder blades, his intent gaze trailing down my naked front.
“Warn me?” I asked.
“Prepare for your ego to be boosted daily.” He gave my breasts an evil little grin. “Hell. Multiple times daily.”
I placed my fingers under his stubbled chin, lifting until he locked his eyes with mine. “I’ll prepare myself, but maybe I should warn you, too.”
“About what?” A silky chestnut lock tumbled across his brow in a seductive twist.
I swiped the hair back from his forehead. “I don’t want you to ever stop touching me.”
“Then,” he murmured against my exposed neck, “we are both in agreement.”
I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. “Yes. I think we are.”
Mm…” he almost growled, moving his hand down my spine in a slow, lingering, all too persuasive way.
“So, Vancouver,” I said.
Crap, Winter.
What was wrong with me? This was sexy time with my scorching-hot man, yet I couldn’t help myself from going there, already dreading the fact he would be leaving and knowing I never wanted to be away from him.
“Yes,” Cayden replied. “What about Vancouver?”
His mouth worked magic on the upper swell of my breasts, making my nipples pull tighter.
“Y-you—” I sucked in a breath. “You’re leaving after this film is done?”
We are leaving when this film is done,” he replied, then his lips lightly skimmed over one perking, pink peak.
Cayden’s hands swept around my sides, up my ribcage, and over my breasts, completely covering them as he clarified, “Mm-hm.”
I loved hearing that word, we. The way he touched me. The puffs of his warm breath bathing my lips. Heck. I just plain loved him. Full stop.
He kissed the ball of my right shoulder. Traced his tongue along my collarbone. Mouthed my left shoulder.
“Why, Mr. Cain. Are you trying to make me wet after I dried off from my morning shower?” I licked my lips.
His gaze followed the swipe of my tongue and his thumbs slid back and forth over the hard buds of my breasts.
“Why yes, Ms. Perri. In answer to your question, I believe I am.” Cayden nipped at my bottom lip, making me squirm. “Winter?”
He tugged the damp towel up from where it crinkled around my lower waist and thighs and dropped it on the floor. “Hang on.”
I did, wrapping my legs around his tight waist, and firming up the hold I had around his neck when he stood, kissing me.
We were on our way to the big sleigh bed, me clinging to his body while our tongues tangled with serious intent. Then, I was placed on my back, horizontally on the bed, Cayden breaking our kiss, and straightening. With a tilt of his head, he took me in.
His nostrils flared.
My heart banged double-time in my chest.
He balled his hand at his side as if holding himself back.
“Cayden,” I said in a needy whisper as every place his gaze landed set my skin on fire.
He reached over his shoulder and pulled his T-shirt from over his head—more than a six-pack of abs rippling with the movement.
Propped up on my forearms and elbows I lost myself there for a second until he removed his sweatpants—my attention homing in on his massive erection.
“Spread those sexy legs for me,” he said as he glanced at them.
“Is that what you want?” I teased.
“Oh hell yes!”
With deliberate slowness, I parted my legs.
Cayden sucked a breath between his teeth, held his erection in his right hand, and stroked once, twice—the cords in his forearms working.
I wanted to lick him. Everywhere.
“Watch,” he instructed, his voice pure, dark velvet.
The full-length mirror propped in the corner by the en suite bath caught our reflection.
He took a knee between my parted thighs—one hand still holding onto his impressive cock, the other blazing a trail up the soft skin of my inner thigh.
The moment his finger dipped into my wet entrance, my arms felt weak, but I held my position. “Mm…Cayden.”
“So hot and wet for me, baby.”
“Yesss,” I hissed, his thumb circling my clit as two, long fingers slipped inside of me.
When I started to shake, Cayden stopped, stood, rested his large hands on my hips, then pulled me to the side edge of the bed until my legs dangled.
Positioned between my parted thighs, he gripped himself once more and started feeding his stiff cock into my tingling opening. “So good,” he mumbled as the wide head of him breached me.
He momentarily closed his eyes, his core muscles contracting.
I watched, completely rapt, as his long, thick, cock disappeared into my body, reveling in the feel of tender tissues being stretched to accommodate him and moaned.
Cayden groaned low and throaty—hands gripped around my spread thighs. “Don’t stop watching.”

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Catching His Cat by Sarah Marsh

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Sybella Gandry knows what it’s like to fight for something she wants. Her entire life has been a battle. But will one night of passion with a stranger threaten everything she’s worked so hard for?
            She hoped her first meeting with the Alpha Council wouldn’t turn into a problem—but if it did, she was prepared to deal with it. The one thing she wasn’t anticipating was a wild night of passion with the male who was her fated mate the night before. She’d learned early on, that having a mate and her position within the pard just wasn’t possible.
            Laird Connors is an Alpha’s Alpha and he’s very used to getting his way. So, true to his nature, when he meets his mate he wastes no time in showing her exactly who she belongs to—or so he thought. His little cat tries to run, but nothing will stop him from claiming what’s his.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled before rubbing the pad of one finger in circles around her aching clit.
Her hand was still stroking up and down his cock, and when his fingers dipped lower, finding her entrance, Bella groaned, biting down on his shoulder. Fuck, she needed his cock inside of her.
“Pants off,” she panted and released him.
In seconds, he had her jeans and panties stripped and his own thrown across the room as he knelt in front of her. The intensity in his eyes was enthralling as he growled again and then lunged at her. She wasn’t frightened, though. On the contrary, she knew she was about to get fucked and fucked good.
His arms scooped her up, and then they were both bouncing on the large king sized bed. Immediately he moved down her body, his hands pushing her legs wide open and up as he settled himself in between them. She didn’t even have a second to anticipate what he was about to do before his mouth descended upon her pussy, licking and nibbling over every single inch. Two thick fingers plunged into her core, thrusting in and out as he sucked her throbbing clit in between his lips. It was a full-on assault of sensations, and before she even knew it, her entire body was coiled in preparation to come, her hands tightening their grip in his hair as she pressed her hips harder into his mouth, and when he bit down on her clit she screamed as the orgasm echoed through her core. The waves of pleasure ebbed over and over again until his mouth finally released her.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered as her eyes closed and she struggled to catch her breath.
“Nah, we’re just getting to that part,” was his cheeky answer as she felt him kiss his way back up her torso until his weight settled in between her thighs.
Bella could feel the throbbing heat of his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet now that it easily slid through the swollen lower lips, causing small tremors to pulse through her womb in aftershocks. His arms were on each side of her waist, holding him above her, and she rested her hands at the top of his ass.
“Look at me, little cat.” His voice was still rough with his desire. “I want to see your golden eyes as I take you.”
She slowly opened her eyes, and her lips broke into a lazy smile, her hand coming up to rest against his cheek. She loved the thick stubble she felt there—it had felt even more amazing against the inside of her thighs. His deep green eyes seared her with their gaze, and it felt like he was looking right into her soul as he pulled his hips back and found her entrance. She sighed as he slid his thickness into her slowly as if he was savoring the feel of her around him. It seemed an oddly sentimental moment for such a sexually aggressive male, and not normally one she would appreciate from a bed partner—but something was different with this one.
Once he had pushed himself all the way inside of her, a low rumble had once again begun to come from deep inside his chest as he lifted her legs to slide his arms underneath them. Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, his balls nudging up against her ass, and then he began to move. He pulled all the way out of her snug heat, and then slammed back in, his gaze never leaving hers. Bella’s hands held onto his forearms, grasping at the only part of him she could reach as he began to thrust in and out of her, over and over again. She could feel her fangs dropping as her cougar snarled inside, encouraging the male to move faster, to fuck them harder. His own teeth were now visible as well, and sweat rolled down his face and chest as he worked her. His wide, thick cock didn’t miss a single nerve inside of her, and her body lit up with pleasure. Every stroke seemed to take her higher and the harder he took her, the more she needed.
“Harder, more…” she groaned out, her claws unsheathing from her fingertips to grab into the flesh of his arms.
Suddenly he growled and released her, slipping out of her sheath abruptly, but before she could complain, he had flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He pushed her legs apart and slid back inside, his hands now over her shoulders, using the leverage to pull her back onto his cock at a furious pace. Well, she’d asked for harder, and boy, did she get it.
The intensity of his fucking made her inner animal go crazy, wanting to claw at him, to mark this partner in her fury of lust. Over and over again, his shaft thrust inside of her, and she would have done anything to feel the release of his seed into her waiting center. When one of his talented hands finally moved back down, around her hip and pinched her swollen clit, her pussy spasmed around him, trying with everything it had to take him with her.
With a furious roar, he followed her into bliss, the hot jets of his seed coating her insides. At the same time, she felt his teeth bite deep into her shoulder, and her cat roared as well inside her head, telling her to sink her own teeth into this male—to bite him and mark him as theirs for the entire world to see.
Wait … what the hell did my inner cat just say? Mark him?
“Mine…” he moaned, his cock pushing deep inside of her once more. “You’re mine now, little cat. My mate.”
Double fuck!

About the Author:
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.
Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.
When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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