January 31, 2015

More Than A Fling by Tonya Ramagos


[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

The house Alyssa Kinney inherited needs repairs, the accompanying dog hates her, and her job at the newspaper isn’t as glamorous as she’d dreamed. Stack on a couple of smokin’ hot neighbors that would rather snicker than lend a hand, and her new life in Cherish isn’t off to a great start. Then a multi-car accident creates a hazardous scene and her boss’s star reporter is MIA. But the story will do more than prove her worthy to her boss when it ignites a fire in Cherish even two drool-worthy firefighters can’t put out.

Everything about their sexy new neighbor has firefighters Tanner Carlisle and Nick Calfee burning with needs. Never ones to run from a fire, they decide they’ll need to extinguish this one with a full-frontal attack. They’re not looking for anything serious, but when the blaze proves to be fueled by more than carnal needs, they realize this thing with Alyssa might be more than a fling.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Excerpt

Tanner Carlisle ignored his rapidly stiffening cock and grinned around the rim of his coffee mug as he brought it to his mouth for a sip. In the front yard of the house next door, his new neighbor was putting on quite an amusing show. The dog, an oversized mutt really, named Precious of all things, took off like a rocket down the drive, dragging a frazzled, snarling, truly spectacular beauty behind him. The sex kitten was holding onto Precious’s leash for dear life, shouting at the dog to slow down, and scrambling to keep up in tennis shoes that looked like they had just come off the department store shelf. 

Her shapely legs were clad in workout pants molded to her perfect hips and tantalizing ass in a way that made it impossible to continue to ignore his cock now attempting to burst through the zipper of his uniform pants. Her hair was the color of a fine bottle of scotch, pulled into a neat ponytail high on the back of her head, and long enough for the tips to still dance across the small of her back.

“Damn it, Precious! I said we were going to walk around the block, not race around the freaking thing.”

The dog outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. Tanner figured she would’ve had better luck if she had put a saddle on his back and rode him down the street rather than taking him for a walk around the block. If, that was, the dog let her get close enough to even attempt to saddle him. Tanner wondered how she had managed to get a leash on him considering how the dog seemed to prefer to keep his distance from his new owner.

“Will you slow down?”

Precious proved he didn’t have any intentions of slowing down as he hit the street. Tanner snickered, maybe a bit too loudly, because her head jerked his way. Their gazes met for only a moment, just long enough for him to catch the irritation and helplessness in her amazing eyes. Then Precious spotted a squirrel sprinting across the street and made a break for it, dragging the despondent beauty with him.

“Are you ready to head out?”

Tanner kept his gaze on the woman as she managed to catch up with Precious when the dog stopped in the yard across the street to bark at the terrified squirrel that had taken refuge in a tree. “In a minute. I’m having a mental debate on whether or not I should lend a hand over there.”

His mind wasn’t the only part of his anatomy engaged in the debate. As a firefighter on A-shift at the Cherish F.D., he knew all too well the gratitude often offered by the damsel when she was rescued from her distress. It usually came in the form of something that eventually led to rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, and exhausting fun.

Nick Calfee moved closer to the rail of the front porch, leaned on it, and grinned as the woman tugged with all her might on Precious’s leash. “I take it that’s our new neighbor?”

“Must be.”

The woman that had owned the house next door along with her husbands had passed away a few months back. The triad had been out on the town one Saturday night when their car was struck by a drunk driver. One of the men was killed instantly and the other died a few hours later in the hospital. Upon hearing the news of her husbands’ passing, the woman apparently gave up her fight to live. She died a couple of days later. The doctors attributed her death to the injuries she had sustained in the accident. Tanner thought it more likely that she hadn’t wanted to go on without the loves of her life.

Tanner and Nick had dropped by the funeral home to pay their respects, but they hadn’t seen the scotch beauty that had apparently inherited the house and the triad’s dog. They had realized last week that she must have moved in, but they still hadn’t seen her in the flesh—very fantastic flesh at that—before now.

“She’s pretty hot.”

Tanner felt his grin widen as Nick shifted his stance, undoubtedly to relieve some of the pressure building in his crotch. He had known he wouldn’t be the only one with a stiffening affliction once Nick caught sight of her. “Are you referring to her looks or the temper flaming out of her ears?”

Nick chuckled. “Both. After the way that dog has kept me up half the night barking in the last week, I say this is one fire we let her put out on her own. If she doesn’t get control of that dog now, she never will.”

Tanner agreed, even if his suffering cock didn’t. Precious, though why in the world Vera Glasper chose that name for the overgrown male mutt was beyond him, had always been a nice, quiet dog until the scotch beauty had taken over his guardianship. The only time they had heard the dog bark was when it thought there was a threat to his masters. In the last week, they had heard the dog bark more than ever. Last night, after nearly an hour of listening to the ruckus, he and Nick had taken it upon themselves to make a quiet pass around the house next door. The only threat they saw was that the scotch beauty had been keeping Precious tied to a tree in the backyard when she wasn’t around.

Across the street, Precious finally gave up on the squirrel, but not on the marathon he had obviously originally had in mind. With a jerk of the leash, he was off again. The scotch beauty startled, let out a yelp, and nearly fell on her face before she gained her footing.

Nick snorted and pushed away from the rail as dog and woman disappeared out of sight.


ADULT EXCERPT

Without warning or finesse, Nick thrust his hips forward and drove his cock balls-deep into her pussy in a single, solid stroke.

Alyssa closed her eyes as pure bliss ricocheted through her soul. “Holy shit!”

Nick froze. “Did I hurt you?”

“God, no.” Hurt her? Was he nuts? Alyssa could only remember one time when she had felt such magnificent pleasure. When Tanner had been inside her in the kitchen. “Do it again.”

Nick chuckled and relaxed behind her, but he didn’t do it again. “Don’t you want to get started on Tanner first?”

Oh, yeah.

Alyssa looked up at Tanner from beneath her lashes as she closed her fingers around the base of his cock.

“Christ, baby. Your hands should come with a warning label.”

She smiled as she inched her face closer to the bulbous head of his cock. “Really? Let’s see if my mouth should, too.”

She parted her lips and she closed the distance between her mouth and his cock. Spotting the bead of pre-cum glistening in the slit, she paused, stuck out her tongue, and licked it away. His hips jerked and his fingers that were still in the side of her hair fisted the strands between them.

“Fuck!”

She loved the low-throated growl that followed his expletive and wanted to hear more of it. She closed her lips around the satiny foreskin and circled his cockhead with the tip of her tongue. She made an “mmm” sound as his cock gifted her with another bead of pre-cum. She wanted more.

She slowly slid her lips down his shaft, exploring his length with her tongue, and delighting on his salty, bold, and wild flavor until her mouth met with her hand still closed around the base of his cock. She traced the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, felt him shiver, and bit back a grin as she continued.

Behind her, Nick picked that moment to move. He pulled his dick back, easing out of her pussy until only the head remained before he plunged in again. It was all she could do to keep her teeth from clamping down on Tanner’s shaft as pure ecstasy rocketed through her. Nick repeated the move this time, taking her pussy in a way that was somehow gentle and rough at the same time.

Alyssa matched that rhythm with her mouth on Tanner’s cock, sucking his length down her throat and easing back, exploring every inch of his delicious flesh with her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, moaning around Tanner’s shaft as Nick fucked her pussy.

“Holy shit!” Tanner growled. “Your mouth is like liquid silk. Will I ever be able to last very long with you?”

Alyssa would’ve laughed if she hadn’t been so busy feasting on his cock and enjoying the sensations of Nick fucking her. Nick’s hands were clamped on her hips, the tips digging into her flesh in a way that would likely leave bruises. She didn’t care. With the intense pleasure these men were giving her, how could she?

“Man, I owe you an apology.” Nick’s words sounded as if he said them through clenched teeth. “I feel why you couldn’t take your time with her. Her pussy is fantastic.”

Wow! She hadn’t ever heard that before. Wanting to pleasure Nick as badly as she did Tanner, she thrust her hips back, meeting Nick’s cock stroke for stroke. The animalistic sound he made at the move told her she was accomplishing her mission.

“Damn, sweetheart.”

Alyssa couldn’t see Nick, but she could picture him. In her mind’s eye, she saw him with his handsome face drawn tight in his fight not to come. She wanted him to come. A part of her wished she could even feel it. She wanted to experience his hot semen pumping out of the head of his cock as it jutted into her pussy. She could experience something close with Tanner once she made him come in her mouth.

Channeling half her focus on the job at hand while continuing to enjoy the pounding Nick was giving her pussy, she released the base of Tanner’s cock, moved her hand to cup and fondle his balls, and swallowed the last two inches of his length down her throat.

“Christ, your mouth is even more wicked than your hands.”

She slid a look out of the corner of her eye up Tanner’s totally ripped torso and saw his solid chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. His head was thrown back and his jaw looked tight as if he, too, was fighting not to come. That was a battle she was determined to make him lose.

“Those aren’t the only wicked parts of her.” Nick’s voice sounded tight, tortured. “Fuck, her cunt is stealing my sanity. I want to hold off, Alyssa, but I’m not going to last much longer.”

Was it possible for three people to come at the exact same time? Alyssa doubted it, but she knew she was about to find out. Pressure built in her womb, the orgasmic beast inside her growing claws that scraped their way closer and closer to freedom. She sucked Tanner’s cock in increasingly strong strokes, pleasuring every inch of his magnificent length as Nick’s dick pleasured the depths of her very soul through her pussy.

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January 28, 2015

Paranormal Romance Wednesdays- A Sneak Look At My New Erotic Shifter Romance



I am writing a new erotic shifter romance that I'm really excited about.  And though it's not finished, I still want to share a snippet with you!

It's still very rough and not proofed so please forgive the **ahem** mistakes.  But here it is...



My Untitled Shifter Romance


Samantha Dixon felt the power of the full moon surge through her body.  She drew in its energy, closed her eyes and howled. The wind flowing down the mountains rustled her fir. She thanked the Goddess for the a beautiful night. Its peace made her grateful to be alive despite the loneliness she had endured during the years.  She breathed in the cool crisp air enjoying as it whipped around her.  

She lifted her muzzle and sniffed the air.  A coppery scent filled her nose.  She ran towards it.  Her nerves tingled as muscles twitched in anticipation.  She approached a figure laying on the ground. A man wearing nothing but a hoodie over a shirt along with a pair of jeans and gym shoes, he did not appear to be the average hiker.  For one thing, he'd be better equipped wearing something a bit warmer for the cool nights that were indicative of the Black Hills.  

Described as an island of trees in a sea of grass, the cool valley nestled within the northern hills was peppered with Spruce.  Though she preferred it to the dry pine savannah to the south, her parents had always told her that the spirit of the Earth was at its strongest on this ground. They said on its skirt graveled terrain the goddess fully nourished the lives of all wolf kind including their non-were kin. 

It recent years it seemed as if the goddess had averted her gaze from this sacred land. First with the obliteration of the large game animals in the region by the humans causing wolves also known as naturals by weres to leave the area, then second the madness that consumed her pack's former alpha.  His cruelty was out matched only by his insanity.  She had considered moving but had decided against it because this was the one place in the world where she had called home with her true love. 

-End Snippet


January 26, 2015

Meet My Character Monday Blog Hop- Reid DeWitt- Reluctant Alpha Leader



Meet Reid Dewitt- an alpha who is reluctant about his role as pack leader.

He lives in Michigan and owns a ranch that he has inherited from his father.  Reid is fifty but looks thirty four. 

A lover more than a fighter- Reid can more than hold his own in a fight but would prefer to talk first because it's just his way.  

His story is the first in a series that takes place on his ranch.  

Here is an excerpt (unedited)...

As they pulled up to the ranch.  He saw his friend waiting for him.  Pulling up beside him, Reid lowered the driver's side window.  

“How is she?”

“I think it's broken.”

“Drive her over to the clinic it's all set up.  Cassie's waiting.”

“Yep.”

He drove them over to their small clinic.  One of the first things that he added on when he took over the general running of the ranch, it was now fully stocked with everything a ranch hand could need from medical equipment like a couple of exam tables and an X-Ray machine, to medicines including a small pharmacy.  Something they needed on occasion. 

Since the nearest town was at least an hour away, it was helpful to have in case they ever needed.  Weres needed doctors just like everyone else but not always for the same ailments.  
“Don't worry miss,” Cassie said opening the door.  “We'll take real good care of you.”

“I think I can make it,” she said sliding down on to her good foot.  He watched as she wrapped her arm around Cassie's neck, attempting to hop and walk at the same time.

“Allow me,” Sumner said approaching.

Reid held out his hand.  “I got it,” he said lifting her into his arms and taking her inside.  He set her down on the exam table.  

“It'll be alright,” Cassie said gesturing for him to leave the two alone.  

Suddenly feeling exhausted he stepped outside.  The sun shone brightly.  It had been a perfect day, he hadn't had a care in the world. But  now, he was concerned.  

“Sir? What about the truck?” one of his ranch hands asked.

“Park it on the back drive way. I suspect, she won't be going any where tonight,” Reid said handing the man her keys.

“I hear we have a guest,” his father said walking toward him.

“Word travels fast.”

“What can I say? We don't get too much excitement around here,” his father replied.

“I saw her over near the Red Oak.  She stumbled on a rock, hurt her ankle. The doctor is taking a look at it now.”

“I'll have Iris set up the guest room.  I suspect she'll be too tired to drive.  Plus the sun will be going down and it wouldn't be proper to have her out a driving by herself that late.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Son, you alright?”

“Yep.”

His father slapped him on the back.  “Let's get as much work done as we can before dinner.”

He knew his father was right.  There was tons to do but he didn't want to leave her.

“She'll be fine,” his father prompted gently.




January 22, 2015

Sean's Sweetheart by Allie Kincheloe

Layer by layer, Talia peeled away his resistance.



Blurb:

Sean has spent five years cleaning up his life. He’s shoved his past behind him and built a profitable business in the town’s most popular dance club. Falling in love with a college sophomore wasn’t in his plans. But, from the moment he rescued Talia, she brings out his every protective instinct. He tries to resist getting involved on a personal level. Talia’s persistence, however, is stronger than his will.

Despite just ending an abusive relationship, Talia finds an instant connection with a man unlike any she’s dated before. Older, tattooed, and totally inappropriate for her, Talia couldn’t keep Sean off her mind, especially once he calls her “sweetheart” in that deep drawl of his.

When Talia is in danger, they discover just how strong their relationship is. Can Sean and his sweetheart make things last when horrors from their pasts come back to haunt them and family seems determined to keep them apart?


Excerpt 

With his hand on the small of her back as a guide, he directed her out the back door to the service alley. He led her over to a big black Harley and held a helmet out to her.

“Uh…” A motorcycle? Why couldn’t he have a sports car or a truck? Of course a tattooed bartender would drive a motorcycle.

The smug look on his face made her want to prove his assumptions wrong. Prove to him she wasn’t a goody-goody, scared shitless to climb on top of a motor with wheels and fly down the road under someone else’s control.

“It’s this or you call someone.”

Screw that.

She snatched the helmet from his hand. Talia gave him the address and fiddled with the strap, trying to figure out how to adjust it. His hands came up to tighten it for her and their fingers brushed. She sucked in a deep breath at his touch. His low chuckle took that spark of anger and kindled it into a blaze of desire. With the street lamps behind him, she couldn’t read his expression. His hand closed over hers for a brief second before he jerked it away. He straddled the bike and pulled his own helmet on.

She climbed on behind him and he started the motor. Talia jumped at the sudden roar of the engine and clung tight to his broad back. His chest shook with laughter beneath her hands. Talia relaxed a bit as the bike moved and they didn’t crash. She slid her arms around his waist and started to enjoy the ride, to enjoy the feel of holding a man.

She’d never been on a motorcycle before. Had never wrapped her arms around a complete stranger like this, either. She didn’t know his name, but she knew the strength in his muscles and the rhythm of his breathing. When she hugged him tighter, her fingers slipped through the button placket on his shirt. Instead of removing her hand, she combed through the tangle of hair on his chest, surprising herself with her boldness. His hand dropped back to squeeze hers for a moment, but he didn’t pull her hand away.

The ride ended too soon when he rolled the bike to a stop in front of her house. She stumbled getting off the bike, but he caught her before she face-planted on the sidewalk. He even walked her up to the door and waited behind her on the porch while she tried to unlock it. Her trembling hand dropped the keys and he bent to grab them before she could react.

“My name’s Sean, by the way.” He unlocked the door for her and handed her keys back.

“Sean. That’s a very nice name. It fits you. I’m Talia.” Did he expect to come in? They had just met and she still had a boyfriend, at least until she could find the nerve to dump the jerk. She’d never been the cheating type.

He leaned one broad shoulder against the wall next to the door and stared down at her. Shadows hid part of his face from her, but his eyes glittered in the dim light.

Sean’s chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “Would you’ve said the same thing if I’d told you that my name was Bruno?”

A giggle snuck out. Bruno? Not a chance Bruno would fit him.

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Amazon-  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NT3K3CU

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Author Bio:



As a busy mother of five, Allie sneaks time to write between breakfast and tickles. Always a Kentucky girl at heart, she currently makes her home near Nashville.  


Author link:

http://www.alliekincheloe.com

January 20, 2015

A Different Kind of Cosplay by Lucy Felthouse


Blurb:

Zachary has a dilemma. His girlfriend, Reese, has a special birthday coming up soon and he has absolutely no clue what to get for her. It doesn’t help that Zach does not share or really understand Reese’s biggest hobby—comic books, superheroes and everything that goes with them. Zach raids Reese’s DVD collection for inspiration, and what he finds there gives him an idea…possibly the best one he’s ever had.


Sure, Reese has fantasized about her favorite superheroes. All those muscles and rakish smiles are to die for. She didn’t think Zach would ever really understand, though. But he proves her wrong in the best way possible.




Excerpt:

Zachary sighed at the calendar entry in his phone, which was reminding him for the third time about Reese’s upcoming birthday. And it wasn’t just any birthday—she was going to be thirty.

There were perks to dating a doctor—the uniform was pretty hot, for example—but when that doctor had no particular fondness for jewelry, flowers or chocolates, buying her presents was nigh-on impossible. And because of her work schedule, a surprise weekend away was out of the question. He’d long since learned to always keep the receipts.

Most people get their partners something to do with their hobbies or interests. However, Reese was even awkward in that regard. Her main hobby was so complex that Zach didn’t have the first idea what to get her to do with it—Reese was an uber-geek. Films, graphic novels, collectibles, all that jazz.

Obviously he could just ask what she wanted, then go out and get it, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise. And it was too easy—he wanted her to know he’d really made the effort.

Snoozing the calendar reminder once more, Zach threw the phone onto the sofa, then walked over and started rooting through their combined film collection for something to watch after dinner, which was almost ready. Reese was on-shift at the hospital until silly o’clock, so he had the house to himself and could watch whatever he liked. An action movie it was, then.

Running his fingers along the spines of the DVDs and Blu-rays, he suddenly paused. The Avengers leaped out at him, for some reason. He’d seen snippets of it before, as Reese watched it pretty frequently. The parts he’d seen hadn’t looked too bad, actually. It was essentially an action film, he decided, but with superheroes in it.

He pulled the case off the shelf, an idea beginning to form. Maybe if he watched it beginning to end, he’d seen what drew Reese into that world so much, why she was so fascinated by the films, the graphic novels and so on. Even if he didn’t get it, though, maybe it would still give him some inspiration for a gift. He had nothing better to do that evening, in any case, so it was certainly worth a try.

After putting the disc in the player, he headed into the kitchen to see how his dinner was coming along. A meal in front of the television was the order of the day, it seemed.

A few minutes later, he settled onto the sofa with his lasagna and garlic bread, a bottle of beer on the table next to him. Time for some Avengers action.

Within half an hour, he’d ascertained that the film wasn’t just for geeks. In fact it was easy to see why it had such a wide appeal—the cast was supremely attractive, whatever gender you were into, the plot was interesting and the dialogue seriously witty. He’d already developed quite the crush on the Black Widow, and Nick Fury’s right-hand woman had a lovely pert backside.

Trying to put himself in Reese’s shoes, Zach looked at the male characters. Okay, when it came to this film, straight women clearly had more eye-candy than they knew what to do with. He vaguely remembered a bunch of crazy stuff going around on the Internet about Loki—even the villain of the piece had sex appeal, for heaven’s sake! So much so that it had spilled over into even Zach’s limited social media presence. He barely used Facebook, and he’d never gotten the hang of Twitter. And yet he knew about the rabid fangirls. 

That was another score for The Avengers, then—truly mass-market appeal. If only there were mass-market gift-buying options.

Sighing, he tried to empty his mind and concentrate on the film. The more he tried to force an idea to present itself, the less likely it would be to happen. He’d just enjoy the entertainment and keep his fingers crossed that his subconscious provided something useful.

Once he’d made the decision, it wasn’t difficult to get sucked back into the narrative. It was engaging, easy-going and fun. Zach surprised himself by thoroughly enjoying the entire thing. Reese would be pleased when the next film came out at the cinema and he offered to go along with her.

He’d keep his new found admiration quiet for now, though. He didn’t want to arouse her suspicions, although she was bound to know he was planning something for her milestone birthday.

The question remained—what the hell could he do or buy to blow her away?


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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014.

Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. 

She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


January 18, 2015

Jackson's Sub by Mardi Maxwell. From The Doms of Club Mystique Series.


[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romantic Suspense, public exhibition, spanking, cropping, sex toys, HEA]

Blurb

A year ago, Jackson Ramsey sent Jenna Parnelle away after she gave him one night of passionate submission. At the time, he believed he was saving her from his temper and jealous nature, but Jenna believes Jackson had been slumming with the chubby girl from the poor side of town.

A year later Jenna finds herself staying at the Ramsey ranch while she helps her friend Addison prepare for her wedding with Jackson's older brother, Cade. Already dreading being in the same house with Jackson, her problems multiply when Jackson begins to pursue her.

The last year has taught Jackson that he's not the kind of man who would hurt a woman, much less the only woman he's ever loved. Now he has to convince Jenna, but she's decided to protect herself from further heartbreak. Who will win when a determined Dom pursues a stubborn submissive?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt

Jackson felt Jenna’s gaze following him as he escorted Kelly, his companion for the day, from one group to another. He tightened his arm around Kelly’s waist and forced himself to avoid looking in Jenna’s direction as he nodded and chuckled and listened to Kelly chatter to their friends. What he really wanted to do was grab Jenna and take her up to the playroom, restrain her then play with her for hours.

Her breasts had been driving him crazy for years but today they were framed by the low neckline of the dress she wore in a way that made him burn to touch them. He had spent hours thinking about kissing, sucking, and nibbling on every luscious inch of them. He wanted to clamp her nipples and hear her squeak with pain then watch as her eyes dilated with arousal.

Just thinking about turning her ass rosy-red with his belt then putting her on her knees in front of him had his cock hardening. Jenna’s bottom lip was fuller than the top lip, and it had a little dimple in the center that made her look like she was always pouting. Remembering all the smart-ass remarks she had made to him over the years, he decided stuffing her mouth with his cock would be a good way to put an end to her bratty behavior. He knew Jenna would pretend to be shocked at the dirty, nasty things he wanted to do to her but inside she would be screaming “Yes, yes, yes.” Too bad he never intended to get involved with her.

“Sir, may I speak?” Kelly asked him, her voice soft and hesitant.

Jackson looked down at Kelly then smiled. Nodding, he placed his hand on her lower back and led her aside. “I’ve already given you permission to use my name and speak whenever you like, Kelly.”

Kelly licked her lips then said, “I don’t understand my purpose for being here.” She looked around. “This isn’t the kind of party I’m used to attending. When does the fun begin?”

“That’s a lot later tonight. Right now it’s a combination graduation party for Addison Matthews and a barbecue for some local friends. I needed a companion for the day so I invited you.” Even as he spoke, he could see her clever mind analyzing the information. He tried to distract her by guiding her toward another group that included several friends from Club Mystique.

“Then, right now I’m camouflage?” she asked, grinning then looking around. “Which one is she?”

Ignoring her question, he said, “There’s Dania. Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to her?”

Kelly pursed her lips, scanned the yard, and then said, “The platinum blonde in the peach-colored dress and the yummy heels standing next to the hot redhead wearing the someone-please-come-here-and-fuck-me outfit,” she guessed.

Narrowing his eyes, Jackson frowned. “Mind your own business.”

“Oh, come on, Jackson. You said I could say anything I wanted to say. Besides, we’ve been friends for years and don’t forget I’m a bartender, which means I’m really good at reading people. Tell me what’s going on. Why are you avoiding her?” Leaning forward, she quietly asked him, “Is it the dad thing?”

“What?” he growled, surprised that she would ask him that and be so near the truth.

Shrugging she smiled at him. “You’ve spoken about your adoptive parents, Jake and Katherine Ramsey. You’ve even mentioned your mother a couple of times but you’ve never said anything about your dad. Want to talk about it?”

“No. Just let it go.” Leading her over to their friends from the club, he pulled his sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and then watched Jenna from the safety of the tinted lenses. A little frown appeared on his lips as he noticed she’d cut that beautiful mass of platinum hair again. He’d spent hours fantasizing about burying his hands in her hair while she sucked his cock. In his fantasies he made her look at him while he fucked her mouth. Her jade-green eyes would be dark with arousal but he would make her wait a long time before he let her come. Knowing that he had put half a world between them and that Jenna was safe in Texas had gotten him through a lot of bad nights. He let his smile slip away as he acknowledged to himself that it was getting harder and harder to stay away from her now that he was home for good. He only resisted the temptation to take a chance and go after her by remembering what a disaster his real parents’ marriage had been.

His parents’ constant fighting had made their home life a nightmare. The early fights had been his father accusing his mother of cheating on him, which she had tearfully denied. Then, eventually, the fights had changed to his mother yelling that his father’s jealousy was ruining their family, and his father yelling that her fucking every man she encountered was what was ruining their family. The worst moment for Jackson had come after one of his parents’ fights when his mother had told him he was just like his father. A week later his parents had died in a car wreck, but the memory of his mother saying that had stuck and he’d decided then that he would never fall in love and put a woman through that kind of hell. A promise he’d managed to keep until Jenna.

Watching Jenna and Addison, he acknowledged that Addison was beautiful but Jenna was unique. She had no idea how her sensuous innocence and over-the-top curvaceous body drew men like him to her. Or how the expressions that flashed across her face fascinated him. One moment she would be smiling and laughing, the next somber and quiet. Those later moments were rare, but they bothered him and made him want to take her into his arms and protect her from whatever it was that put that look in her eyes.

Other times, like today, those eyes and the dress she wore, sent a silent challenge to him. The soft innocent color of her dress blended into her lightly tanned skin, making her appear almost naked. From where he was standing he couldn’t see a panty line beneath the body-hugging material of her dress. Not even the narrow strap of a thong.




ADULT EXCERPT

Besides being her idea of the perfect man, Jenna admired Jackson’s ability to control his emotions and actions no matter the circumstance. Even when she’d been deliberately annoying, he’d just smiled and ignored her. Frowning, she decided his calmness really pissed her off sometimes.

The only time she’d seen him rattled was when she was nineteen and she’d been involved in a pileup on the highway. Jackson had arrived just as the last car had gone into the ditch, barely missing her car as it slid past her. Before the ambulances and police cars had arrived, he’d had the chaos under control, the uninjured sitting with the injured, and the gawkers moving on so the emergency vehicles could get through. But, before any of that, he’d checked on her first, his face almost frantic as he’d run his hands over her, making sure she was alright. It had been the last time he’d smiled at her.

Then two years ago he’d been home on leave from the Marines. She and Addison had been walking home after spending the day tubing on the river when they’d caught Jackson skinny-dipping. Dropping behind a tree, they’d watched and smothered their giggles as he’d splashed around in the river. Every now and then his butt had risen above the water and given them little glimpses of his well-shaped bronze ass. When he’d moved into the shallower water and stood up, the water at his waist, Addison had mumbled an “ick” and taken off, but Jenna had stayed, unable to miss the chance of seeing Jackson naked.

Her heart had nearly pounded out of her chest when he’d walked out of the river, shaking his head and spraying water out around him. He’d been the most beautiful living work of art she’d ever seen, and she’d wished desperately that she’d had her camera with her. She’d watched as he’d stroked his hands over his body and imagined it was her hands stroking over him. When he’d slid his hands down his belly, she’d licked her lips and watched his hand close around his cock and begin stroking it. Her own arousal had grown as she’d watched him masturbate, his cock lengthening and thickening, the head turning red and glistening with pre-cum.

Her lungs had strained to draw air into them. Her heart had pounded until all she could hear was the sound of her own pulse as her nipples had beaded and pressed against her bikini top. Beneath her knees, twigs and tiny rocks had dug into her skin but she hadn’t cared. The crotch of her bikini bottoms had become soaked with her own arousal as her clit had pulsed with the need to be touched.

Watching him in the sunlight, pleasuring himself, she’d slid her fingers beneath the crotch of her bikini and stroked her fingers over her swollen, wet clit. She’d had to bite her lip to hold back her own cries of pleasure. When Jackson had stiffened and thrust his hips forward and stroked his cock faster, she’d slid her fingers over her clit, matching his rhythm. Finally, when she’d felt as if she was going to lose her mind, Jackson had groaned then bellowed his pleasure to the sky as his cum had exploded from him in long spurts. She’d pressed hard on her clit, her other hand digging into the rough bark of the tree as she’d exploded, and a gasping cry of need and relief had torn from her throat. She’d fallen against the tree, the rough bark scraping her cheek.

Immediately Jackson’s eyes had zeroed in on her and she’d froze, her fingers still on her clit, as she panted out her orgasm. Before she could move, he’d been standing over her, his hands on her shoulders, lifting her to her feet. His scent had surrounded her and she’d turned her head and seen his cum on his fingers. She’d licked her lips, wanting, needing to taste him. When she’d tried to pull her hand from between her legs he’d slid his cum-covered fingers over her hand and mixed their essences together.

His sage-green eyes had stared into hers as his other hand tightened around the back of her neck and held her still as he lifted their entwined fingers to his mouth. She’d panted and moaned and almost cried with newly building arousal as he’d licked their fingers clean. When his mouth had covered hers, his tongue pushing between her lips, she’d tasted the two of them together. For the first time in her life, she’d wanted to drop to her knees and take a man’s cock into her mouth. His mouth had devoured her mouth, and his tongue had claimed her, pulling her into his world until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Then suddenly he’d let her go and walked away.

Jenna had watched as Jackson had lifted his jeans from the tree branch he’d thrown them over then shook them out before stepping into them. She’d stood mute, her hands by her sides, and watched him pull on his socks then stomp his feet into his boots. He’d grabbed his wide belt and tucked the large buckle into the front pocket of his jeans then grabbed his shirt and shrugged into it. As he began to button it he’d told her, his voice gruff, “If you’re still there when I turn around I’m going to use my belt on your ass, Jenna.”

She’d hesitated then fled, running for two reasons. First, because he had meant what he’d said, but more importantly, because something in her had responded to that threat. She’d wanted more than anything for him to bend her over and use that wide belt on her ass until she was begging him to fuck her and screaming with pleasure.

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January 16, 2015

All Tied Up by Kaenar Langford


Blurb

As a government agent, Naymeen Renaud's mission is to belay Aiden Blackshott's role in treasonous activities. So how does she end up in the wealthy businessman's playroom, tethered for his pleasure?

Captain Naymeen Renaud's current assignment for the United League of Veluvian Planets is to thwart any contact between forces hostile to the League, and wealthy industrialist Aiden C. Blackshott. But she soon finds herself straddling a line between duty and lust. She loves it when Aiden captures and pleasures her in his sex playroom. But she suspects her new lover has ties to her former partner, now a rogue agent, she has sworn to bring in.

Aiden also has a mission, one which threatens to fall apart when Naymeen appears the very evening he will play his final role in his assignment. When he allows her to kidnap him to keep her from upsetting carefully laid plans, she whisks him to her star cruiser and ties him to her bed so she can return the favour. She wants to believe in him, but in the end, is he betraying her just as her comrade did?



Excerpt

From her place of concealment deep in the shadows, Naymeen watched the little man nervously pace the tiny landing bay. It was obvious, from the way he stayed out in the open, he wasn’t a soldier. No soldier would have made himself such an easy target. Lucky for him, no one was even aware of his arrival. Lucky for him—but luckier for her.

He whirled as she moved forward from her hiding place. A look of alarm crossed his face as he took in the black torso armour and the gun in the holster on her hip. His voice trembled as he spoke. “You’re not the person I’m supposed to meet.”

She shook her head.

He stepped back.

She snorted at his attempt to put some distance between them and advanced on him.

His face paled, the colour leaching from his flabby skin. “Are you here to kill me?”

He didn’t know that wasn’t to be his fate, that he was only a means to an end.

A tight smile lifted her lips. Yet it must have done little to reassure him, as his voice quivered when he asked again, “Are you going to kill me?”

She gave him his reprieve. “Not this time.”

He looked relieved—but not for long.

“I’m well aware you’re here from Jaehdang,” Naymeen went on, “a planet that is under sanction by the United League of Veluvian Planets, to enter into clandestine negotiations with Mr. A. C. Blackshott, one of the wealthiest men in the galaxy. Therefore, you are definitely persona non grata here on Gheldar.”

If possible, he grew even whiter as she revealed the details of his supposedly covert mission.

“Do you really think the League would allow a meeting to take place between an envoy from a hostile planet and a man with an unlimited cash flow?” Naymeen shook her head for emphasis. “It just doesn’t seem like a good thing. So that’s why I’m here.”

Her leather boots nudged his fancy shoes as she invaded his space. “It’s my job to encourage you to go back home. Or, if necessary, persuade you a bit more forcefully.”

Now she was afraid, from the look on his face, the poor creature was going to faint.

“I’m not a killer, Mr. Chengalie. At least, not this time.” He started, but whether at her use of his name or at the reference to her status as a ‘sweeper’ for the League, she couldn’t be sure. Yet she wondered why he was surprised. It was obvious she knew everything about his task, and it also was obvious that, considering whom he was meeting, the League would send in an enforcer, a cleaner-upper of the situation, as it were.

Naymeen was still annoyed they hadn’t allowed Blackshott and the envoy to get together so she could find out the purpose of the meet, but the group seemed more concerned with prevention. She knew that kind of short-sighted thinking often came back to bite one in the arse—with a vengeance. She hoped they were prepared for that possibility.

But now, it was time to perform her duty. “Let me put it to you this way. It would be better for everyone, especially yourself, if you were to turn around and head back home without delay.”

As the realisation apparently took root in his brain that her purpose really was to rout but not kill him, a smidgen of boldness crept into his backbone. He puffed himself up in protest. “But I can’t leave.”

Naymeen wanted to laugh at his sudden burst of indignation. “Anyone from a sanctioned planet is banned from Gheldar—and from every other planet within the jurisdiction of the League. You need to leave, immediately.”

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January 14, 2015

Flash Flood by Berengaria Brown



[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Phoebe Edwards (Fi) is on her way to a business meeting when a landslide causes a tsunami of water to flood the road, sweeping her and her compact car into a river.

She manages to get out of the car and is pulled from the river by Connor Wilkie and Patrick Bourne who are also on a business reconnaissance in the area. After a night of extremely satisfying “thank God I’m alive sex,” Fi is embarrassed to wake screaming from a nightmare of being drowned in her car.

The men soothe and comfort her, which leads to more sex. Fi is given a week off work to recover, and the men invite her to accompany them on their trip. They have a great time, but Fi is unsettled by undercurrents and things she cannot quite grasp. Something underhanded is going on and she doesn’t know what it is.

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Excerpt

“Holy shit!” Fi took her foot off the accelerator and looked at the water across the road ahead of her. The water didn’t look deep, but what did she know? She was a city girl, and while this wasn’t precisely the back of beyond, it was definitely not the city.

She eased the car onto the shoulder and snatched her instructions from the passenger seat beside her. “Route 94 through Brownsville. Check. Right onto Merravalley. Check. Five miles past Merravalley, right…Ah, no. Not been through Merravalley yet and no mention of water.”

A big, black SUV roared past her, straight through the water without slowing down. Fi watched. The water appeared to be only five or six inches deep. “Okay, that seems doable. Just keep driving, though likely not quite that fast.”

Fi buckled her seat belt and watched as a minivan came toward her from the other direction. It slowed a bit, then drove straight through the water. Fi stared at its wheels, but it seemed her previous guess about the depth of the water was accurate.

Fi gripped the steering wheel in a ten-to-two position, placed her four-inch platform sole on the accelerator, and pulled back onto the road. She stared at the water, entering it slowly and carefully, relieved everything seemed fine. Something white appeared in her peripheral vision and she looked to the left to see a wall of water roaring toward her.

“Holy shit!” Fi screamed, and planted her foot flat on the accelerator. “Come on, you piece of shit. Move! This is not the time to be worrying about a low carbon footprint. Let’s get out of here!”

But the compact car was not designed for a fast take-off, and it was not even halfway through the water when the tidal wave hit like a battering ram, forcing it sideways and along what had suddenly become a river.

“Steer into the skid,” Fi told herself, but her brain was screaming that there was a huge difference between a skid and a tsunami. “Come on, car, you can do it!” The engine coughed and died.

Fi peered through her windshield. She was moving sort of sideways in what appeared to be a river, where no river had been five minutes ago. Also, her feet were wet. What the hell? Fi looked at the floor of the car. Yep, water. She banged her hand on the steering wheel.

“Can’t you do anything right, car? If this was a James Bond movie, you’d float!”

The water rose inexorably over her ankles. “Okay, time for the rat to leave the sinking ship. But I’ll have you know, car, these shoes cost me two hundred dollars and I’m not happy about this.” Then Fi giggled. The car would have cost the company a lot more than two hundred dollars and her boss wasn’t going to be happy, either. Well, if Windle and Partners had bought SUVs instead of environmentally friendly small cars, likely she’d be at Merravalley already.

The water was over her calves now and there was no time to waste. Fi thrust her papers into her laptop bag and zipped it shut, slung the handle over her shoulder, pushed her head through the short strap of her purse and pressed the button to lower the window so she could crawl out of the car.

“Electric window. Of course it doesn’t work,” she chided herself and tried to open the door. It wouldn’t open. The pressure of the water was preventing it, no matter how hard she pushed. The water was almost up to her knees now.

Fi swung her legs to the side and braced her heels against the door, leaning forward to hold the catch open with her right hand. “Legs are much stronger than arms. Come on, legs!” she puffed.

The water was now level with the seat and desperation added extra strength to Fi’s efforts. She slammed her feet against the door and finally, it opened. Water rushed in as she pushed her way out.

The laptop caught around the steering wheel and Fi screamed and swore as she hauled it loose and forced her body out against the press of the water.

The river was deeper than it appeared and Fi’s four-inch platform soles scrabbled unsuccessfully for purchase on the bottom. Her long, dark-brown hair came loose from its braid and tangled around her face. Fi gulped for air and got a mouth full of water instead.

She forced herself to relax. Go with the flow, Fi, go with the flow. As her body stilled its frantic movements, she bobbed to the surface again, and was able to turn around in the direction of the torrent and look for the shore.

A man was standing on the edge of the water, yelling at her and waving his arms to attract her attention. Next to him, a cowboy was swinging a rope over his head. What’s a cowboy doing here? Her laptop was dragging her down, but no way was Fi leaving it behind. All her work files were on it. Determinedly, she swam at an angle across the current, making for the two men. It really wasn’t far, but it seemed to take forever to move even one stroke closer to the shore. Why am I so damn tired?

A rope splashed down on the water in front of her. One more solid kick with her legs, one long stretch with her right arm and she reached it. Fi grabbed it with both hands and remained upright in the water as the cowboy and his friend pulled her toward them. She ended up flat on her belly on the grass at their feet, rather like a beached whale. The waving man hauled her to her feet as gallons of water poured out of her clothes. And out of her purse and laptop bag, damn it.

“Your computer’s gonna be cactus, love. But someone’ll get your car and the mechanic should be able to get it running again.”

“That piece of shit belongs to the company, and if they hadn’t been so worried about global warming and had given me an SUV, this never would have happened.”

“Didn’t you hear? There was a landslide over at Merravalley and the river burst through to carve a new channel.”

“I noticed.”


ADULT EXCERPT

She trailed her hand across Patrick’s back. Oh, he felt good, firm and delicious, with toned hills and valleys for her hands to navigate. Yum! Then she bent her arm backward to see what she could reach there. Ah, that sexy little dip above a man’s hipbone. So nice to slide her fingers through.

Connor pressed his cock against her butt, sliding it between the cheeks. Hmm. Something else long and hard and delicious.Oh yeah, that feels so good.

She pushed back against him, welcoming his actions, encouraging him. At the same time, she gripped Patrick’s shoulder, digging her nails in, pulling him even tighter against her body.

“Time to move this up to the next level,” said Patrick, unpeeling himself from her skin.

His cock was huge and red, a drop of pearly pre-cum already in the eye. It looked so good, and she really wanted a taste. “Let me help you with that,” Fi said, reaching toward his cock.

“Oh no. I’d go off like a geyser the minute you touched me. I want to play for a lot longer yet,” Patrick replied.

Fi swiveled and looked at Connor. Oh yeah, his cock looked more than ready for action. “How about—”

“Nup. Same goes, love. This is where we get to play.”

The two men flipped her flat on her back, opening her legs wide, then Patrick settled himself between her legs and laid the Purple Penis on her belly. Connor slid behind her, resting her head on his knee, holding her hands in his so she couldn’t touch anything.

“Unfair,” she complained.

Connor silenced her by covering her mouth with his. At first it was a gentle, sweet kiss, but it soon became much more carnal as his tongue delved into her mouth, teasing and tasting every inch, sliding across the roof, behind her teeth, along her cheeks, before tangling with her tongue, then sucking it deep. By the time they broke apart, Fi was gasping for breath, her heart pounding as hard as if she’d run a race.

Patrick used the opportunity to draw the Purple Penis in a line up from her bellybutton to her breasts, then around each globe, sliding under them, over them, around the nipples and across her ribs.

Fi’s breath hitched and her heart started to pound again.

Connor licked behind her ear, then gently bit her earlobe, as he raised her arms to hold both her wrists in one hand while his fingers from the other dropped to pull and tug on her nipples, rolling them, elongating them, tweaking them.

“So good. Better than good,” she murmured.

Patrick was teasing around her pussy now, rolling the dildo across her clit, sliding it just the slightest bit inside her cunt, opening the labia and playing with them with his other hand.

The need to come was coiling deep in her belly, lighting a fire there that only these men could quench. She pressed her breasts up into Connor’s hand, widened her legs even more, and pushed her mons up into Patrick’s touch.

He dropped the purple toy and used one hand to tease her pussy, his fingers in her channel, his thumb flicking over her clit, and the other hand to stroke around the rim of her anus.

Fi’d had anal sex once. It hadn’t been earth-shattering but it hadn’t been bad, either. These two men were such considerate lovers that she was more than willing to try it again. But right now, she needed to come! Desperately, she thrust up into their hands, and for a moment, everything stopped.

What?

Then she saw Patrick rolling on a condom and breathed again. In seconds, he was sliding into her pussy and she welcomed him in, the needy tissues stretching to accommodate him, her hot walls bathing him in her juices.

He gripped her hips and pulled out, then slammed into her, filling her, stretching her, touching her in all the right places.

Connor finally let her wrists go, giving them a brisk rub in case the circulation had been restricted, and placed both his hands on her breasts, palming them, rubbing them. Teasing the nipples, pulling and tugging, and pinching them until her breasts were on fire with need.

Fi was frantic with wanting to come. Her hands moved from clasping Patrick’s hips, to holding Connor’s hands, to grabbing their hair. Her brain was fried and her body on fire. Her hips slammed up to meet every one of Patrick’s thrusts and sweat was dripping from all three of them.

Fingers—she didn’t even know whose—pinched her clit and she screamed as she came and came, cream pouring from her pussy, her muscles convulsing as she shook, the heat of Patrick’s orgasm obvious even through the condom as he spasmed along with her, his final few strokes ragged and his mouth gasping for air.

Her body was still convulsing as he leaned forward and kissed her, as he pulled out and rolled off her.

Before her sex-scrambled brain could feel his loss, Connor was deep inside her, thrusting hard, tilting her hips higher to take every inch of him.

Her pussy was still rippling from her first orgasm and the aftershocks strengthened instead of dying as Connor twisted his hips, scraping his cock along her walls, filling her, nudging her sweet spot with every stroke.

“Ohhhh,” she wailed.

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