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@LeighEllwood Visits the ‘Verse: Sugar Rush, #lesfic from @ellorascave

Welcome Leigh, another lovely author of F/F romance! Thanks for stopping by today to share your novella Sugar Rush!

Hello, and thanks to Skylar for having me on her blog today. I am presently on the road promoting my new novella, Sugar Rush, out this month through Ellora’s Cave. Sugar Rush is part of a special line of stories called Hot Pink – sensual romances between women. As EC is known mainly for their alpha heroes, you could say this is history in the making (though EC has put out some lesbian romance in the past). I’m thrilled to be part of this line, which features many great authors.

As this is LGBT Pride Month, and Sugar Rush begins with news of a wedding, I’d like to touch on marriage equality. Personally, I support it. If two people love each other and wish to live together as spouses – man/woman, man/man, woman/woman – I say congratulations to them and may they enjoy many happy years. Of course, some people don’t believe same-sex couples should enjoy wedded bliss, and I don’t understand why one person would adamantly prevent somebody else’s happiness. “If you don’t like gay marriage, don’t get gay married,” a friend tells me.

I open Sugar Rush with two older women, finally able to legally marry in their state, coming to Neve’s bakery to order a cake. The overwhelming emotion of that first scene got to me as I wrote it, and I tried to put myself in their shoes. I can’t imagine walking into a business and having the proprietor turn me away because he/she didn’t approve of my choice of spouse. When you think about the 1967 case Loving vs. Virginia, which struck down laws that prohibited interracial marriage, acceptance of marriages considered “non-traditional” is a fairly recent happening. Heck, a 1972 sitcom called Bridget Loves Bernie was cancelled despite high ratings because people complained about seeing a Catholic girl married to a Jewish man on television! Imagine how Cam and Mitchell of Modern Family would have been received back then.

Are we there yet as far as marriage equality is concerned? I like to think we’re on our way. This month, as I see the release of my novella, I hope everybody who finds true love – regardless of race, religion, and gender – finds a happily ever after at the altar if they choose it.

Best, Leigh

~Blurb~

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Baker Neve Rush is surprised to receive social media attention, both the good and bad varieties, after agreeing to bake a wedding cake for a lesbian couple. She cares about people’s tastes in pastries, not sexual partners. The newfound fame has gained her new customers—as well as one resurfaced ex. Gianna stirs up memories Neve would rather forget, and an impromptu flirtation with a client might just do the trick.

Judy Goldsmith finds Neve’s open-mindedness refreshing and attractive, and isn’t above a little scheming to get to know her better. As Neve and Judy satisfy each other’s sweet tooth in the most pleasurable ways possible, feelings begin to blossom. But their deepening attraction may not survive a little white lie…and an even bigger, darker secret.

A Romantica® GLBT erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k. My books are available at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, and ARe. Really, just type my name in any bookstore site and something is bound to show up.

Please stalk me online for news about my books and crazy adventures.

http://www.leighellwood.com
http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com
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Saloni Quinby Visits the ‘Verse: Fangs & Floggers

~Interview~

Skylar: Why/how did you start writing romance?

Saloni: I’ve always enjoyed stories about people sharing adventures and falling in love. Even if the romance is a secondary part of a story, I enjoy having it there.

Skylar: Who are some of your favorite romance authors?

Saloni: I have so many favorites, but the first to come to mind are Charlotte Boyett-Compo and Jack Greene.

 Skylar: What do you consider the most challenging about writing?

Saloni: For me the most challenging thing about writing is deciding what to write next. I feel like I constantly have characters in my head, battling over whose story will be next.

Skylar: Who is your favorite character from one of your stories and why?

Saloni: It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I feel closer to some characters than to others. In the Weapons of Redemption series, Tarun has a special place in my heart–probably because I’m partial to antiheroes and characters who are considered villains.

Skylar: If you get writer’s block when you’re writing, how do you get around it?

Saloni: For me the best way to get over writer’s block is to put aside the story that’s giving me trouble and write something else, even if just for fun. It gets the creative juices flowing and I can return to what I’m supposed to be working on sooner.

Skylar: How has your upbringing influenced your writing?

Saloni: I’ve always loved to write about vampires and it’s probably because my mother was a big vampire fan, so I grew up watching Christopher Lee’s Dracula movies and reading books like Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Chelsea Quinn Yarbro’s Hotel Transylvania.

Skylar: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Saloni: For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with books and stories. I love all kinds of fiction–books, movies, just about any type of storytelling. I really wanted to tell my own stories and hopefully give other people pleasure through them since storytelling has been such an important part of my life.

 

~Blurb~

fangsandfloggersmedTo lure his rebellious blood children back into the fold, ancient vampire Tarun abducted the hunter Adrian. He hadn’t bargained on his human prisoner being a match for him in every way–including his darkest desires.

Now Tarun is the captive and a player in Adrian’s carnal game–an orgasm for an answer. Though Tarun warns Adrian that he won’t like what he hears, the hunter is determined to uncover the secrets of the vampire’s twisted past.

Purchase from Changeling Press or All Romance eBooks

~Excerpt~

Sprawled naked on a king-size bed covered in black satin sheets, Adrian stared at his captor and lover, who stood nearby.

Tarun’s dark gaze roamed over Adrian as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Tendrils of long, dark hair tumbled over Tarun’s shoulders and down his back, a contrast to his pale skin that was marked with several old scars on his chest, shoulders and arms. Though Adrian couldn’t see his back, he knew it was crisscrossed with scars too. Tarun had seen much in his long life. He’d both caused and endured more than one man’s share of pain. Despite his twisted soul and wrongdoings, Adrian didn’t want to see him destroyed.

“Cancel this meeting tonight with your blood sons,” Adrian said.

A wry smile flickered across Tarun’s slim lips. “Impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible. Brayden and Ansley will betray you tonight. You know I’m right.”

“I know you don’t trust them and with good reason.”

“Why do you? For the past century they’ve been trying to kill you. Do you honestly believe they’ve reconciled with you? Just because they’ve been living here and working for you –”

“You said yourself you couldn’t read them completely. You don’t know if my blood sons will turn on me tonight or if they’ll finally come home.”

“This is not home to them and you know it. And you’re wrong about me not being able to read Brayden and Ansley. I know what they’re feeling and I can take a good guess about what they’re thinking. They’re torn. Part of them loves you and part of them hates you.”

Tarun sighed and sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.

They still had a couple of hours before the Weapons of Redemption, as Tarun’s five rebellious blood sons liked to call themselves, arrived at the mansion. This was supposed to be a reunion dinner, but Adrian knew it would end in disaster. He wanted to try convincing Tarun one last time, but he knew it wouldn’t work so he’d taken precautions to prepare for the worst. Even Tarun didn’t know about his plans.

Adrian’s brother, Shane, was supposed to be at this strange family gathering as well, in the company of Bryce, the first blood son to betray Tarun — the most dangerous and calculating of the five.

Pushing himself onto his elbow, Adrian reached out to caress Tarun’s back. The man was thin but wiry — far stronger than he looked.

“Brayden and Ansley are torn about what they’ll do tonight,” Adrian continued. “But I’ll bet on them siding with their brothers. Why don’t you just release me and cancel the meeting?”

Tarun gave a snort of wry laughter. He turned to Adrian and cupped his cheek. “Because, handsome, contrary to popular belief, this isn’t all about you.”

“I know. It’s about whatever you’ve been hiding from me since I got here and you realized I can read you but you can’t read me.”

“I don’t need psychic powers to figure you out, Adrian. Everything you feel is reflected in those sexy blue eyes of yours. You’re worried about me. I’m touched, but there’s no way in hell I’m canceling dinner with my blood sons. Not tonight.”

“What’s so special about tonight, except that it’s New Year’s Eve?”

“It’s special to me. That’s all you have to know. Now in case everything goes wrong, give me a proper sendoff.” Tarun stood and quickly removed his pants, then he rejoined Adrian in bed. He lay on top of the taller man and kissed him.

The child of a painter and a psychic dreamer, Saloni Quinby feels spirituality and storytelling go hand-in-hand. She loves the scent of gardenia, the sound of wind chimes and the taste of honey. By listening to what isn’t said, she creates works based on unspoken desires. Saloni prefers blurred gender lines and many varieties of romance. In a world where passion must at times be restrained, she believes erotica is a pleasure to be shared. With her stories she would like to make her fantasies yours and hopes you enjoy the ride. She also writes under the name Kate Hill.

Find Saloni online:

website http://www.kate-hill.com

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/kate.hill.92505

Twitter http://www.twitter.com/katehillromance

Faye Hall Visits the ‘Verse: She’s Alot Like You

~Interview~

Skylar: When and why did you begin writing?

Faye: I always loved stories as a kid and it fascinated me how they were written. I would even try to write different endings to some of my fairy tales. By the time I started high school I was writing my own original poems and short stories. Several of my poems were published in local and international journals.

Skylar: Why/how did you start writing romance?

Faye: I was about 15 or 16 when I wrote my first romance story. It was barely more than a couple of pages written in the back of one of my school books. I loved how I could write about two peoples life struggles but always give them a happy ending. I instantly thought “This is for me!”

Skylar: What inspires you?

Faye: Movies, music, other authors, etc? I find a lot of inspiration in music…all types of music too…my collection ranges from 1960’s rock to opera to more modern heavy rock. In more recent years though I have been able to find just as much inspiration from certain TV series and movies.

Skylar: What are you working on at the moment?

Faye: At the moment I’m waiting for edits for a third script titled “Mistress of Purity”. So while I wait for that I’ve started writing a new script called “Passions in the Dust”. It’s about a man who lives on a cattle station in Bowen, Queensland, Australia who buys a mail order bride from England. When she arrives though he discovers her to have been one of his mistresses back in England. There are cattle rustlers and many disasters happening on his station too. So that is managing to keep me very busy.

Skylar:Who is your favorite character from one of your stories and why? Favorite character?

Faye: Is it bad of me to say I love them all lol. But if I had to choose only one I guess it would have to be Rush Mullens, the heroine from my debut eBook ‘My Gift To You’. She’s a gutsy little thing who just doesn’t give much of a damn about the restrictions of society.

Skylar: If you get writer’s block when you’re writing, how do you get around it?

Faye: My husband is wonderful for getting me through writers block! He starts asking me about whichever story I’m working on at that particular time and asking me ‘why is this there?’ or ‘what happens next?’. He gets me talking about things until the story just starts to flow again.

Skylar: What’s your biggest writing achievement? Why?

Faye: I see all my published works as a fantastic achievement. I’ve been writing and submitting works for about 15 years now, so I know quite well how hard it is to get into the very competitive market of romance. I still literally jump for joy with every acceptance letter I get for a script.

~Blurb~

ShesAlotLikeYou700X418Willow Jameson knew nothing of her family’s past or their connection to the Morgan family when she first met Re Morgan.  All she seen was his ruggedly handsome appearance, his gentle words luring her into his strong embrace.  What she found was a passion beyond compare.
She couldn’t have foreseen the lies and family betrayal that would inevitably rob her of the man she loved and forever change her life.

TEN YEARS LATER
Willow returned to the town life she loved so much, no longer ignorant to those who had separated her from the man she’d loved.  She was back now to make those responsible pay for all they’d taken from her.  In her search what she found was the hardened man Re Morgan had become…
…a man whose mere glance reignited a passion she had thought long since forgotten.
Re Morgan had left a horde of jilted lovers in his trail.  When he seen Willow again across the crowded dancehall, he wanted nothing more than to add her to this list.  Re wanted little more than a short, heated affair.
What he became involved in was far more scandalous than he could have ever imagined.

Purchase She’s Alot Like You

~Excerpt~

Willow stood with her back to Re, never able to see his approach. She didn’t even see the look of horror on his face…nor did he see the gleam of tears on her cheeks. All he saw was her being held in Chris’s arms, her body only a breath away from his. It was a closeness he knew was far from accepted in polite society.

It was a closeness he shared with her…had thought to only share with her.

Looking to his friend, Re silently pleaded with him. He needed to hear him say it was all just a misunderstanding. He needed him to put at ease the quickly growing doubt in his heart.

But he didn’t hear any of this. All he saw was the obvious lust gleaming in the young man’s eyes.

Chris cocked his brow, as if it was obvious their reason for being together. When Re looked at him, begging to know the truth, Chris’s smile turned into an obvious sneer.

Slowly, he shrugged his shoulders.

“How could I refuse?” he muttered, his words almost a whisper.

Hearing this short statement through her distress, Willow knew someone had found them. Raising her tear-covered face from Chris’s shoulder she tried to free herself from his unrelenting grasp. Realising her struggles were useless, she turned in his arms to see who had approached them. Only too late did she realise just how suggestive her position would look.

Her eyes’ meeting the hurt and pain in Re’s eyes, Willow knew instantly what he was concluding of what he was seeing.

“Re,” she whispered, almost desperate.

His dark stare turned hateful.

“Damn you both to hell!” he spat at them, immediately turning back to make a quick return to the estate house.

“Re,’ she again called after him, struggling against Chris’s tight hold.

When Chris didn’t let her go despite her struggles, she turned slightly and pushed him away with all her might.

“You son of a bitch,’ she spat at him, suddenly realising this man’s intentions.

“I may be, madam,” he replied casually. “Yet even you can’t deny what you wanted when you lured me out here.”

Her dark eyes narrowed with hate.

“I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!”

Turning quickly, Willow ran after Re’s retreating figure. She knew what he must be thinking, but he had to know she played no willing part in it. He had to know the truth.

“Willow,” Chris called after her, slight anger in his tone. “Damn it, you know you want this as much as I do.”

But she never turned back to him. She only kept chasing the retreating figure of the man she loved.

FayeHallavatarFaye Hall is a published author of Historical Erotic Romance novels & e-books. Though her early published works include poetry, newspaper articles, and online local events reports, her passion has always been with her romantic tales set in late 19th Century Australia. Upon being contracted with Red Sage Publishing, her dream of being a published author became a reality.

Faye finds inspiration in the world around her and bases most of her characters on people she has met in her life.

After a whirl-wind romance, Faye married her childhood sweetheart early 2013. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia with her husband and their 9 children.

You can find Faye at:

website http://www.faye-hall.com

blog http://www.faye-hall.com/?cat=16

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Faye-Hall/174774709247649

Twitter https://twitter.com/FayeHall79

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6882637.Faye_Hall

Michelle Cary visits the ‘Verse with On the Ropes: Leap of Faith!

Skylar: Thanks for stopping by, Michelle, and for answering all of my questions. First, why did you start writing romance?

Michelle: I started writing completely by accident. Ten years ago (I can’t even believe it’s been that long already). I was watching an episode of Deadliest Catch and something they were talking about on screen sparked an idea. After walking around with this idea nagging me for three days, I mentioned it to my husband. His response was write it down and it will go away.

Well, it didn’t go away. In fact it grew and eventually became my novel Northern Lights. After I finished I realized I wasn’t satisfied. I needed to write something else, and that’s how my career as an author began.

Skylar: Who are some of your favorite romance authors?

Michelle: Nora Roberts is my idol when it comes to romance authors. I just love how she has such an ability to weave a tale in such a way that you’re sucked in within the first couple of pages. I also enjoy reading Linda Lael Miller and Maya Banks.

For edgier romance I really enjoy Cherise Sinclair’s work. I just LOVE her Shadowlands books.

Skylar: What inspires you?

Michelle: My inspiration comes from many places. Like I mentioned above, I started writing after watching an episode of Deadliest Catch. My ‘On The Ropes’ series I’m currently working on was inspired by watching professional wrestling with my daughter.

I’ve also read other authors books that have given me inspiration. Cherise Sinclair for example. After reading a few of her Shadowlands books I decided to try my hand at writing BDSM and that’s how my ‘Circle of Masters’ story came to be.

Just driving from one place to another or people watching can give me ideas. Inspiration is all around.

Skylar: What do you consider the most challenging about writing?

Finding balance within the story. Sometimes it’s so difficult to get just that right amount of plot, description, characterization and inner voice without having one overpower another. Usually, it’s the characters I struggle with, as many times I have a hard time making them as three dimensional and life-like as what I’ve had the pleasure reading in other author’s stories. It’s a constant learning process and one I hope I’m getting better at with each story I write.

Skylar: What are you working on at the moment?

I actually have several balls in the air at the moment. Besides promoting the release of Book 1 ‘Leap of Faith’ in my ‘On the Ropes’ series. I have book 2 in edits and book 4 in rewrites for submission. I’m also toying with the idea of a new pen name and a series of BBW books.

Skylar: What is your favorite quote and why?

“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.” – The quote comes from Apple creator Steve Jobs and I keep a couple copies posted at both my EDJ and my home office. I love this quote because in those moments when I’m down it provides me with inspiration and hope.

Skylar: Do you intend to make writing a career?

I hope to one day be able to make writing my career. While it would be nice to reach the ranks of a Nora Roberts or Stephen King, I’d be perfectly happy just making a living off what I write. Right now that remains a dream, but one that hopefully with a lot more hard work and a little bit of luck, I’ll eventually achieve.

***

MC_Leap of Faith_coversmContent with her life as Ultimate Extreme Wrestling Vixen. Lexi Blackwell isn’t looking for love. Considered a legacy in the business because of her legendary father, she’s well respected and liked by many. She has only one focus and that’s her career. Years ago she fell in love with a fellow UEW superstar only to suffer a lot more than just a broken heart. Unable to completely recover from the hurt, Lexi swore never to travel down that path again.

Professional wrestler Logan Lanier is a rising star in the company. He’s spent years working to reach the top and excels at everything he does. Once in the big leagues Logan quickly realizes just how lonely the existence can be. Feeling a connection with Lexi, he sets his sights and his heart on the pretty little vixen. He knows she’s been burned before and is determined to do whatever it takes to prove that not all men (or wrestlers) are created equal.

Can Logan win her trust and ultimately her love, or will the cruel hand of fate strike again?

***

Lexi checked the schedule sheet a second time, then glanced at her watch. Six hours until the show went live, and she still didn’t know what this notation on the sheet marked THE TRIBUNAL ENTERS meant. When she agreed to take on the temporary tasks of the backstage coordinator, the one stipulation she’d made was no surprises. Guess she shouldn’t be shocked that the agreement hadn’t lasted. Gene and Mark would have promised her the moon to get her to say yes.

Of course, no one, especially Lexi, expected Emma, the current backstage coordinator, to suffer acute appendicitis and be out for at least six weeks. Emma’s absence left management scrambling to cover one of the most important positions in the company. Jackie, the assistant coordinator, had taken on only as much work as she’d wanted, and it far from covered everything that needed done.

With Emma facing a slow and painful recovery, the last thing Lexi wanted was her friend worrying about work and letting management down. When Emma recommended Lexi to step up and take over, Lexi had said yes out of loyalty, both to her friend and the company.

Growing up in a wrestling family and spending nearly all her life immersed in the business, Lexi knew not only the ins and outs of the business, but how difficult Gene could be to work for. Still, Gene and the entire France-Lane family had done nothing but treat her with the utmost respect since she signed on seven years ago.

She’d come to love this company, and there was little she wouldn’t do for it or the France family, including setting aside her wrestling career to take on the task of coordinator. In return, Mark had the writers provide Lexi with a personal storyline and some onstage time by creating an up-and-coming team for her to manage. Still, she’d rather go back to wrestling full-time beside her cousin Aubrey and representing their family in the ring.

“Would you stop looking at your watch? Jackie snapped. “You’re not going to slow time, you know.”

Lexi let out a sigh. Too bad she couldn’t really figure out how to slow time, because right now she needed at least an extra hour to get everything on their list completed before showtime. “I know, but this ‘Tribunal’ notation is making me nervous. Why hasn’t anyone told us what this is about?”

Jackie shook her head. “I have no clue, but I figure if they wanted us to know, they would have told us by now. Why worry about it?”

Lexi barely refrained from rolling her eyes at the younger girl’s statement. Sometimes she wondered how Emma worked with Jackie on a daily basis. That girl had a lazy streak a mile wide and an attitude to match. “I think as the people in charge of making sure everything runs smoothly, we should be privy to even the most secret of storylines.”

Jackie shrugged. “Obviously upper management doesn’t agree. Why sweat it? If something goes wrong, you can simply say you were following orders. You can’t be blamed for what you weren’t told, right?”

“Wrong,” Lexi argued. Why did Jackie always take the path of least resistance, then use the “but I was just following orders” excuse when something went wrong? Didn’t the girl have any pride in her work? “It’s just possible that the writers and management didn’t realize or think about us needing to know this info. How can we make the show better if we don’t know what we need to know? Maybe somebody should have a sit-down with management and explain what it is we do and don’t need to know.”

Jackie leveled an annoyed look in her direction. “Well, why don’t you go tell the writers that?”

“Why me?” Lexi asked.

“Because you’re Lexi Blackwell,” Jackie argued. “Daughter of the great Nick ‘The Bruiser’ Blackwell. You carry weight here while I’m just a hired no-name who is supposed to shut up and do my job.”

“Fine.” While she was in Mark’s office, she’d also talk to him about replacing Jackie with someone more driven to give their best to this company and actually do her job. Jackie’s shut-up-and-do-only-my-job-and-nothing-more attitude would eventually cause huge problems. If Jackie wasn’t going to do anything, then Lexi would. “I’ll be back.” She turned and ran smack into a hard wall of muscle. Shock infused her body, and a gasp slipped from her lips as her forward motion suddenly reversed with the impact.

She took a step back, trying to regain her balance, but it was the two hands that grabbed her by the arms that in the end kept Lexi from falling on her ass.

“Easy, sweetheart.” A low, sexy, and totally unfamiliar voice rumbled above her, causing a reactionary shiver to ripple through her system. Heat gathered deep in her belly, and her skin tingled with awareness. For a moment she froze, too stunned by her body’s response to move. As reality began to return, she shifted her gaze to the man who’d kept her from falling. Well-defined muscles hidden beneath a tight-fitting black T-shirt held up a set of broad, strong shoulders and bulging biceps. Impressed, she allowed her gaze to travel higher and noted the squared, chiseled jaw beneath a dark goatee. Full, supple lips appeared to tip up around the edges, as if he found the situation slightly amusing, though his piercing blue eyes staring down at her revealed something other than amusement.

The intensity in his gaze held Lexi in place. Caught in the crosshairs of his dark blue eyes, she barely remembered to breathe as she stared up at the fine specimen of man before her. Who was this buff, handsome stranger with the sexy gaze and an aura about him that stirred her long-dormant libido?

“Lexi.” Mark’s words broke the spell, and she slowly turned to look at her friend and boss. “You okay?”

“Um.” She raked a now shaky hand through her hair and glanced back at the tanned, sexy man still standing way too close for comfort. “Yeah, I think.” Refocusing, she turned her attention back to Mark.

“Good.” Mark gave a nod. “Then I’d like to introduce you to three new wrestlers who will be joining our roster.” He motioned to a thinner man with light brown hair. “This is Cole Collins.” He turned to another man standing next to Cole. “Jason Rivers.” Then he motioned to the man standing behind her and smirked. “And you’ve already met Logan Lanier. Gentlemen, I’m sure you all know of Lexi Blackwell. Lexi is not only one of our more prominent Vixens, but she’s our jack-of-all-trades.”

Lexi’s gaze darted from man to man. “Gentlemen,” she replied, slowly regaining her composure. “Welcome to the Extreme Ultimate Wrestling.”

“They will be working together under the name The Tribunal,” Mark continued. “Their angle is that they’re here to erase the corruption plaguing EUW.”

Wide-eyed, she shifted her attention back to Mark. “So the mystery is finally revealed.”

Mark chuckled. “I suppose you could say that. I meant to get over here sooner and explain, but things have been crazy today. Anyway, they’ve already been briefed about the show tonight and know what they’re doing, so just go along with whatever happens. After tonight, you’ll need to get with them and bring them up to speed on procedures and such.” He turned to face the men. “If you guys have any questions, Lexi is also the go-to person.”

“Good to know.” Logan’s sexy voice carried over her shoulder, and awareness skittered up her spine as she glanced back at him. For the second time in nearly as many minutes, he pinned her with a piercing look. Desire flared through her system, heating her body from the inside out. Her mind scrambled to regain control. What was it about this man that caused such a reaction deep within her? More important, how in the hell was she going to control it?

find Michelle at:

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Sascha Illyvich visits the ‘Verse: Jason and Chase’s Top Five List of Annoyances!

Sascha: I decided to do something different for this blog post. So I brought in Jason and Chase, the two sexy dominants in Menage Bound to tell us what things they find annoying in submissives, and possibly reveal some of Siddella’s annoying (yet “adorable”) traits!

Let’s start off with the obvious. Jason, what annoys you?
Jason: Hey man this is easy. Blatant disobedience.
Chase: But not SAM behavior. SAM behavior is cute…sometimes *blinks*

All right. Define SAM for us.
Jason: Siddella. *snicker*
Chase: Nods. Definitely a smart-assed masochist. SAM behavior can be annoying or arousing depending on how far the person in question pushes, but sometimes it’s a cry for attention when the submissive thinks they’re not getting enough.
Jason: Which, dude, leads us to our next annoyance. Submissives should think. But not too much. Getting suck in their own heads is part of why we’re in a relationship, but they need to trust us to address their needs.
Chase: *nod nod* The needs and communication bit are important.

All right, what’s next?

Chase: Cowards. Express yourself in your sexuality. Talk to us. This lifestyle requires us to be so open with all of us. If you’re afraid of something, that’s fine. Let us know.
Jason: Word. I especially hate cowardly women who send others to do their dirty work like pinching their favorite new author on the ass…

Okay… *blinks and looks around…*
Jason: Her name was Feather something…hell I don’t know. Anyway…
Chase: Yeah, really aloof woman.

What ARE you talking about?’
Jason: Hm?
Chase: Oh right. Last annoyance with submissives…was that it?
Jason: Ah hell I don’t know. Can we just skip to the promo now?

Yeah guys. Sure.

For more of these two, plus the potential SAM behavior of Siddella, find them in Menage Bound, a light-hearted ménage with “do it yourself” D/s!

***

MenageBound_MED300_450Siddella, a tired corporate executive, needs a break from the hectic work life she leads. Overstressed, she wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males that cater to dark fantasies involving bondage of both the mind and body.

Jason and Chase have yearned for a woman who fit into their relationship. She’d be sexy, confident, self reliant and kinky? Damn right she would be. But her most prized possession would her acceptance of them as individuals and a couple.

When all three are separately given 1Night Stand cards, they realize the chance of a lifetime. Are they ultimately ménage bound?

***

Grabbing her purse, Siddella pulled out her wallet and slid her ID and a credit card into a back pocket along with the room key. She hoped it wouldn’t be needed later.

Tossing the bag on the bed, she walked towards the door and stopped in front of the mirror. She did a complete 360 turn, admiring her curves and the casual yet seductive look she hoped she pulled off.

Then, out the door she went.

Scanning the dense crowd, Siddella spotted two very tall, very handsome gentlemen waiting at a table, cigars in hand.

One stood casually, leaning forward, his broad shoulders filling the space between him and the other man. Short dark hair curled in a neat cut. Tanned skin suggested a Latino heritage. The suit he wore seemed to leave nothing to the imagination and the boots completed the look.

She swore she came right there at the sight of him.

His partner leaned back and looked somewhat tense but he wore it well. Long blonde hair cascaded down over an equally impressive physique though he appeared to be somewhat smaller in stature.

Sea blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Neither had seen her yet. Good.

She could still back out.

Her nipples pocked beneath the shirt and forced the urge to cover up to the front of her mind.

Mentally, she slapped herself. This could be it.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and strode towards the two men. Cigar smoke hung over their heads, sweetening the stale Vegas air.

“Hi.”

The one with his back turned to her spun around and locked gazes with her.

The blonde’s eyes pinned her in place. “Hi. You must be…”

Her tongue snaked out and wet her bottom lip. The cool air with which both men carried themselves hung in the air like a prominent force.

Power emanated from the blonde. Control, from the dark haired male.

Realization hit her.

These two were the real deal.

Her mouth suddenly went dry.

Dark haired man extended an arm, slid a chair out from beneath the table. “You should sit with us. My name is Jason. This,” he waved a hand at his partner, “is Chase.”

“I’m Siddella,’ Heat crept up her cheeks. She had to look up to see how tall both men were even though they sat and commanded their surroundings, rather than the other way around. She slid into the chair and set her hands on the table.

Jason’s eyes gleamed with intense lust, black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Chase’s silk shirt complimented the depth of color in his eyes while offsetting the tone of his fair skin. She liked the look, it soothed her knowing someone else had fair skin like hers.

A waitress came over with two bourbons. “What will the lady be having?”

“Scotch.” Siddella couldn’t quite find her voice.

“Very well ma’am. Neat?”

Two sets of eyes roamed over her body, flustering her further. Her blood began to boil with arousal. Liquid flooded her core. “Yes. Eighteen year if you have it.”

“Of course.” She trotted away, but not before eyeing the two sitting with Siddella.

“So, Madame Eve’s quite a woman,” Chase spoke first, waving his cigar back.

A brow arched. “Madame Eve?”

“Yes, she’s the one who picked the three of us for this.”

“Hm,” Siddella received her drink a moment later, picked it up and lifted it in toast, “So she’s responsible for…”

“Exactly,” Jason leaned in. “She’s a wise woman I understand. Even if she’s a little…unique.”

Nodding, Siddella took a sip of her scotch. “I had no idea this service was run by a woman.”

“I’m somewhat familiar with the man who owns this hotel and he tells me in little bits here and there about 1Night Stand. Not much to say really. We did the paperwork, submitted it and here we are, a few hours later.”

She whistled, “That was fast. I did mine earlier. You know–”

Jason held a hand up. “Before we all turn into nervous chatterboxes,” he motioned with his cigar at Chase, “Why don’t we toast to this harmonious, potentially euphonious experience, then adjourn to a better local.”

Hand shaking, Siddella brought her glass to the center of the table. “What did you have in mind?”

Chase leaned in, clinking his glass against Jason’s, then against Siddella’s. “We’ve set up something up in the penthouse suite.”

Siddella managed to swallow the lump in her throat and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The rich scent of cigar smoke, combined with the spiciness from Jason’s bourbon tickled her nose. She leaned in a little closer, “Sounds fancy,” she held her glass up still, “So shall we toast?”

Chase winked, “A new beginning?”

Jason’s glass knocked gently against Siddella’s, then Chase’s. “A new relationship.”

Both men seemed a little uncertain about what to toast. Siddella met Jason’s gaze first, stared deep into those dark depths. Kindness along with the embers of lust burned in his eyes.

Moving to Chase, she studied him only for a second longer than Jason. Chase’s eyes held a tranquil sway that screamed his desire to be trusted and do the right thing. Deep passion twinkled in deep sea blue eyes. She could go with them.

She’d at least be safe.

“Acceptance. To full acceptance, boys.”

For a second, Jason seemed to hesitate as did Chase.

Then they brought their glasses together in one swift motion, before all three of them took long sips.

Siddella enjoyed the burn of the 18 year old scotch, letting the smoothness coat her tongue the way one of these men’s cocks would in a few minutes. She hadn’t forgotten the buzzing of her sex, the pulse of her heart throbbing while lust fueled every movement.

Jason and Chase stood in unison. “Shall we?” Both men set their glasses down, finished cigars ended up in the ashtray. They extended a hand to her.

She took them in hers, noting the size difference when they stood. Both towered over her by a good foot at least. Their hands were huge.

Neither man left doubt in her mind about the size of their cocks when she glanced at their crotches.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She remembered to inhale, exhale. Then, feeling the warmth from both men encircled her, she followed them like a good little girl out of the casino bar and into the nearest bank of elevators. Aware of the overwhelming presence of male surrounding her, she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Something the matter, Siddella? You can back out at any time.”

The tenderness came from Chase.

Back out? Hell no! Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week. She offered an innocent smile. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.

Jaosn smirked. “Do you want a safe word?”

The smart move would be to say yes. Somehow it wouldn’t be needed. But…

“Unlike my partner, I’m not asking. I’m giving you one. Wine Bottle. If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle.” Chase didn’t look back.

The air of cool coming from Chase made her knees weak. “Wine bottle. Okay.” At least they were thinking of her safety. Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word. She smiled at the gesture.

The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She looked back at Jason.

His eyes narrowed.

She let out a sigh. “Please, after you.”

Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.

The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples. Anticipation drove her wild. What would these men do to her?

What would start things off?
Only a few more moments would pass before she found out.

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Gail Barrett Visits the ‘Verse: FATAL EXPOSURE blog tour and giveaway

Cover_Fatal ExposureCold-case detective Parker McCall has spent fifteen years trying to solve his brother’s murder.  Now a chance photo of the killer in the newspaper sets him hard on the woman’s trail.  A former teenaged runaway, reclusive, award-winning photojournalist B.K. Elliot chronicles the harsh reality of life on the streets — until a photo in the paper reveals her identity, blowing the lid off her secret past.  With a powerful murderer now dogging her heels, and her police officer step-father determined to silence her permanently, the last person she can afford to trust is a cop.  So why does sexy police detective Parker McCall tempt her to break her silence and resurrect ideals she’d lost years ago?  As danger closes in, and with more than her own life at stake, Brynn must decide if the duty-bound cop will betray her…or heal her battered heart.

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~Excerpt~

His gaze swung back to hers. Several seconds ticked by. His scrutiny made her uneasy, the intensity in his eyes making it impossible to breathe.

And, suddenly, Brynn suspected he knew more than he’d let on—about her relationship to her stepfather, about her troubled childhood, about the horrific abuse that drove her from home. That he was simply biding his time—like the trained interrogator he was—waiting for her to confess the truth,

She couldn’t believe how tempted she was to do just that—to forget that he was a cop, to ignore the danger hounding her footsteps and tell him the unvarnished truth.

But then, Parker’s expression changed. His eyes were just as intense, but hotter, more hypnotic, like whirlpools dragging her under—in a decidedly sensual way.

Her pulse battered her throat. He pushed away from the truck and moved even closer, trapping her against the cab. And that insane attraction rippled between them, that unruly maelstrom of need.

Her breath backed up in her lungs. Her belly tightened, acute tremors of excitement tripping along her nerves. She tore her gaze from his jet black eyes to the black stubble shadowing his granite jaw, and stalled on his gripping mouth. Then he reached out and stroked his finger down her cheek, sending a torrent of pleasure streaming through her veins.

Was he going to kiss her?

His gaze dropped to her mouth. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest.

And for a wild moment she wondered if she should push him away—or pull him close.

A former RITA® and Daphne finalist, Gail Barrett has received the Book Buyer’s Best Award, the Holt Medallion, the Booksellers Best, The National Readers’ Choice Award, and numerous other awards.  She lives with her husband in Western Maryland.  Readers can contact her through her website: www.gailbarrett.com.

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The SkylarVerse is under attack by the Car(r)i(e)s! Welcome #eroticromance authors @CariQuinn and @CarrieAnnRyan

From Carrie Ann: Thank you for stopping by to watch Cari Quinn and I go crazy. Well, maybe not crazy, but a little quirky never hurt anyone. When we realized we both had a release on the same day, it was only natural that we showed you guys what it meant to be a Car(r)i(e). I do hope you get a chance to check out our newest editions!

From Cari: Thanks so much for hosting me and the fabulous Carrie Ann Ryan. I love that girl and I’m so excited to read her Redwood Pack series! If only I could read as fast as she writes! J

ShatteredEmotions72Shattered Emotions

Maddox Jamenson is the Omega of the Redwood Pack, the one burdened by emotions stronger than his own. He’s spent his entire life shrouded in the secrets of his “gift” and the price he has to pay to keep it, yet the cost just escalated. He’s known a mate could be in the cards for him, but he can’t have what he wants. Not when the battles he has yet to fight could destroy her.

Ellie Reyes was the Central’s princess, the daughter of the most hated Alpha of all time, yet not prized. No, she’s spent her life as the toy of her brother’s sadistic torture and has endured a pain that no one else should have to even contemplate. Though when she’s rescued, the one person who could help her, her mate, turns his back on her for reasons unknown to her. As each day passes, the strength that everyone sees in her dwindles to a point that there may be no coming back from.

When the Centrals find a new way to attack, leaving Ellie’s only protection a mate that she doesn’t think wants her, they’ll both have to overcome their fears and fight for something stronger than their pain.  The war isn’t over and new players are coming that will decide the outcome. Maddox and Ellie’s connection will be tested even as their fragile bond is only newly forming.

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Author Bio

Carrie Ann Ryan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate – even if it’s just in her books. Happy endings are always near – even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.

Carrie Ann’s Redwood Pack series is a bestselling series that has made the shifter world even more real to her and has allowed the Dante’s Circle and Holiday, Montana series to be born. She’s also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.

Excerpt

Ellie Reyes gripped Maddox’s hand as tight as she could. Yes, it was the first time he’d voluntary touched her since he’d picked her up out of the back of the Jeep when they’d first met, but, honestly, that wasn’t important now.

She’d think about the calloused hands of a hard worker—one who helped his Pack and brothers, not necessarily in his job—and how they would feel against her skin. She’d think about what it all meant later.

Maybe later she could even relish his touch and imagine the scents of wolf and forest washing over her.

Later.

Right now, all she wanted to do was hide in a corner so the others would stop staring at her. Or, she could raise her chin at them all and show them they couldn’t hurt her. Her wolf whimpered at the thought, not knowing if that were possible. She didn’t know if she was broken or strong anymore.

She’d been hurt far more than they could ever imagine. They had no idea what she could endure. Oh, they’d all guessed and given her their pitying looks, but they didn’t know.

They couldn’t know.

 image001Dirty Distractions

She wants a fling, and he wants forever…

Zoologist Sara Carmichael’s active social life is the envy of all her friends, but she has a secret. She’s bored senseless. If she has to go to one more bird sanctuary fundraiser with some guy who thinks his little sports car makes him “hip”, she’ll scream.

Enter Brad O’Halloran, her best friend Kim’s much younger brother. A guy who’s picking up the pieces after a quickie marriage and even quicker divorce. A guy so hot he makes her body scream with frustration.

Until Sara’s apartment is renovated, they’re all living at Kim’s place. Despite her determination not to salivate at glimpses of Brad’s finer-than-fine body in nothing but a low-slung towel, flirtation escalates to the brink of something more.

Now one of them has to back down…or ante up for some good, dirty fun with the unspoken understanding that when the time comes, they’ll make a clean break. Neither anticipated they’d make the most complicated connection of all—love.

Warning: This book contains a hero who knows how to make engines— and women—purr, seduction while on cold meds, and a heroine who might be a little older but still enjoys learning a few naughty new tricks.

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Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn saves the world one Photoshop file at a time in her job as a graphic designer. At night, she writes sexy romance, drinks a lot of coffee, and plays her music way too loud. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she’s watching men’s college basketball, reading excellent books, and causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.

http://www.cariquinn.com

Smexy Excerpt

Lips curving, Sara reached for her body wash and squirted a huge dollop into her palm. She set aside the bottle and rubbed the soap over her torso, her smile turning impish.

“Uh-oh. That smile scares me.”

She laughed and trailed bubbles over Brad’s chest, leaning forward to nip the corded muscles in his shoulders. He tensed, his pecs flexing under her meandering fingers.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” She looked up at him under her lashes. “That’s not scary, is it?”

“No.” His throat rippled as he swallowed. “And I do aim to please.”

He didn’t hesitate to load up his hands with the body wash she even now worked into his ropey upper arms. This was a man for whom life itself was a workout. She would bet he didn’t even have a gym membership. He just worked and played hard.

And she had a feeling he had sex the same way. God, she couldn’t wait to find out.

They soaped each other for a couple minutes, the only sounds the rushing water and their increasingly heavy breathing. Without a word, he reached down and gripped his cock. When he began to move up and down in short strokes, her breath caught. So hot. She’d seen men do that in adult movies but never in reality. Never right in front of her.

His arm muscles flexed as the first fat drop of precome seeped down his shaft before being washed away. He sped up, working himself hard. Noting his firm hold, she bit her lip. Maybe she’d been too careful when touching prior lovers. Not that she’d gotten any complaints, but the harsh pumps of his hand gave her pause. They also provoked a low moan.

The sexiest part of this? His low-lidded, burning blue eyes were focused on her. Right now she was the fuel for his fantasies. Knowing that brought a fresh rush of moisture between her thighs.

Riveted, she cupped her own breasts, hardly aware of what she was doing. But then she sneezed again, and he choked out a laugh. “I’m going to get an erection every time I hear you sneeze from now on. You know that, right?”

Instead of responding in kind, she stared at his hand, now moving slower than before, and unwittingly pinched her nipples. The pinch twanged in her lower belly, swift and sharp.

“Damn, baby, that’s beautiful.” Reverence filled his tone.

She splashed a little water on them to wash off the last of the body wash. After she turned off the tap, she stepped closer and gazed deep into his eyes. What she saw there made her heart flutter and her core clench. “Tell me what you imagine when you’re doing this alone.”

“I usually pretend you’re riding me. Your hair loose, your breasts bouncing. I knew they’d be like this.” He molded her flesh, his tanned fingertips against her pale skin an incredible turn-on. “Not too big. Not too small. And your nipples…they’re the same cinnamon brown I always pictured. Almost as pretty as those light brown eyes of yours.”

That his attention returned to her face as he spoke inflamed every dormant nerve inside her body. He captured her lips, tormenting her with light, teasing kisses that made her want to grab his arms and drag him against her. But she reached for his cock instead, desperate to learn how he would feel in her hand.

In her mouth. Inside her. Everywhere.

She shuddered, and he palmed her cheek. “Let’s go in the bedroom.” Each subtle throb of his thick, velvety flesh told her how much his own monologue had affected him. “It’s too cold in here, and you’re all wet.”

“That won’t improve if we go in the bedroom.”

His rich, appreciative laughter wound around her while he nudged her out of the shower and bundled her into one of her thick, Egyptian cotton towels. He folded another around her hair and led her into her room, then tugged her onto the bed. When he started to pull her on top of him, she put up a fight, enjoying the fierce flare of arousal on his face as he finally pinned her beneath him.

“Like it rough, hmm?”

“Maybe.” She blew an escaped strand of damp hair out of her eyes. “But it was more that. I had an ulterior motive. I wanted you just like this.”

He arched a brow. “That so?”

“Oh yeah.” Watching his face, Sara stroked the delicious erection flush against her belly. Then she licked her palm and slickened his length, repeating the move until his cock glistened. “Because you’re not finished.”