Grab Your Halloween Bargains and Join the Party! #erotica #spooky #paranormal

Hi everyone,

Just a quick note to let you know I have two spooky reads for you at a bargain price:

Timeless Desire is a M/F erotic romance with a lovely library and a lovelorn ghost…

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor is F/F erotica with a murder mystery event, sexy spankings and several ghosts…

Both just $0.99/77p each!

Other paranormal goodness to get you in the mood:

Pack of Lies – M/F and M/M paranormal thriller with werewolves – full length novel

Reindeer Games: Cupid – M/F erotic romance short story with reindeer shifters

The Cottage in the Woods – F/F erotic romance short story with shifter

ALSO – be sure to join the Brit Babes Shivers and Tingles party later today – it’s going to be awesome!

Join us here!

Happy Halloween!

Lucy x

 

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Intimate Details by Tina Donahue

Intimate DetailsBlurb:

As a computer hacker, she demands justice.

As a woman, she craves two powerful and commanding men.

Shana’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, making him pay for what he’s done to his victims. Using her skills, she convinces Mike and Cody to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.

Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.

She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.

During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.

Buy linkhttp://www.bookstrand.com/intimate-details

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Excerpt:

Neither Mike Russo nor Cody Latham had expected her to show up in their conference room.

Of course, they wouldn’t have, given the various laws she’d broken to be here.

Shana Gallagher’s pulse ticked up another notch at that and their good looks. Virile and commanding. They were deliciously hot and smart, having once worked in military intelligence.

Mike, the proverbially tall, dark and handsome hunk, had found his way into government via his MIT training. He’d left DC five years ago to start his own firm. Now thirty-three, he regarded Shana with momentary surprise then male interest as his attention raked over her.

Despite her best intentions, Shana’s skin tingled.

To his side was Cody. Equally impressive at thirty-four, he forgot to take a sip of his coffee. The Starbucks cup was inches from his mouth as he also took her in. Quietly and restrained.

Shana’s belly quivered at the heat in his gaze, so at odds with his military background. It showed in the set of his broad shoulders and modified buzz cut, his hair short on the sides with volume on top. Those dark blond locks complemented his golden skin and hazel eyes.

Mike’s were greenish-gray, an arresting color given his olive complexion and chestnut hair, a bit longish and casually styled. Several strands dangled over his forehead, begging a woman to ease them back.

Currents of warmth rippled through Shana, leaving her cruelly weak. She hadn’t expected to react like this. During her research on them, she’d seen hundreds of their photos, including those not meant for the public. Their days spent with women, outdoors at the beach or sailing, both men’s hard bodies stripped to their swim trunks and bared to the sun. Mike’s bold tattoo on his left bicep. The cruel scar on Cody’s right pec that enhanced his masculinity.

None of those pictures had done them justice.

“Mr. Russo, Mr. Lathan,” the office manager murmured, her somber hush appropriate for this high-priced firm in New York’s Financial District. Dressed in a severe gray suit, the matronly woman smelled funereal, of incense and carnations. She inclined her perfectly coiffed head to Shana. “Ms. Gallagher, your four o’clock.”

Before Mike or Cody could say “huh” or “who?” Shana stepped deeper into the yawning room. It was possibly two thousand square feet and decorated in a combination of rose, beige and brown, its bank of windows offering a spectacular view of the harbor. An NYPD boat and cruises packed with tourists cut through the water, leaving foamy trails. Sunlight winked off those swells and the glass buildings, giving the early September day a dreamy, golden haze.

The door clicked shut behind Shana, leaving her alone with the men.

Mike pushed to his feet, his six-three frame superbly clothed in an Italian suit that probably cost five grand. Its subtle navy tones and his pale blue shirt heightened the effect of his sapphire tie. Cody’s was gray-and-white striped, his shirt charcoal, his suit a pewter color. Surprisingly fashionable given his conservative background.

He stood. His height matched Mike’s. Both men were lean yet muscular.

Power and male privilege radiated from them. Everything Shana had always mistrusted and despised. She couldn’t quite manage those feelings now. She knew far too much about them. They were surprisingly good men, downright decent, which added to their seductive allure and had brought her here.

Shana crossed the room, forcing herself to walk casually as though she belonged. The slit in her pencil skirt allowed the black fabric to fall away from her leg, exposing a bit of her thigh. Mike and Cody’s attention dropped to her sheer stockings and spike heels.

Hard carnal interest flared on their faces.

A curious mixture of pleasure and caution rushed through Shana, draining her strength. She put her leather tote on the granite table, the smooth stone a soft rose color speckled with gray, black and brown.

The moment she slipped her hand under the tote’s flap, Mike said, “Hold it right there.”

He’d spoken quietly. However, his deep baritone filled the impressive space, demanding obedience.

Shana calmed herself as well as she could and lifted her face to his. At this hour, stubble shadowed his upper lip, chin and cheeks. His lashes were unspeakably long. His attention moved from the tote to her silk blouse, the color of black cherries. No one had to tell Shana that her nipples were hard and jutting against the fabric. Suddenly, Mike couldn’t seem to look anywhere else.

A wave of heat rushed to her neck, her arousal unruly.

He cleared his throat. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. “Who are you?”

Time for the truth. Sort of.

*****

BIO:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Win 3 of Tina’s backlist erotic romances from this list:

  1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
  2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
  3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
  4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
  5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
  6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
  7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
  8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
  9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
  10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
  11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
  12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
  13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
  14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  15. Shameless Desire – Four and a Half Stars – The Jeep Diva
  16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times

 

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Padre Kino and “The Pulse of the Earth” by Evey Brett

tourbutton_fiftyshadesofgreenLiving in southern Arizona and having done some research into its history, it was natural to set “The Pulse of the Earth” back in the days when missions and missionaries first came to the area, which back then was called Pimeria Alta, or “upper land of the Pimas.” One of the most influential missionaries was the intrepid Jesuit, Father Eusebio Kino, an astronomer and cartographer who started his career in 1687 and traveled over 50,000 miles on horseback, founded twenty-four missions, interacted with sixteen indigenous tribes and proved that Baja, California was not an island by conducting an overland expedition. He brought twenty cattle with him to establish the first of nineteen Rancherias (villages), and the herd eventually grew to over 70,000, essentially making him the first rancher in the area.

Padre Kino also introduced European fruits, grains, and seeds to aid in agricultural endeavors and worked to abolish the slavery forced upon the indigenous people. In my story, Brother Jacinto is a victim of the brutality that festered under Spanish rule. Wounded and blinded, he nonetheless has made a life for himself as a healer priest in a mission using the plant cures he learned as a boy. When the injured trader Andreas ends up in his care, Jacinto is initially distrustful, but Andreas’s kindness eventually wins him over. It’s in Jacinto’s treasured garden where they both find the healing they need.

Many indigenous people weren’t so lucky; disease and slavery ended up killing over two-thirds of the native population. The introduction of livestock damaged the land and forever changed their way of life. Kino’s legacy remains, most notably in the form of the missions, several of which still exist and are active. His remains are located in a crypt in Magdalena de Kino in Sonora, Mexico.

 

—Evey Brett

 

Excerpt from Fifty Shades of Green “The Pulse of the Earth”

Of course the meeting had to be here, the one place where Brother Jacinto felt most at ease. From his garden came nothing but love and healing, and Andreas was determined to keep it so.

They sat together on the blanket, the heat of their bodies warding away the chill. Brother Jacinto dipped his fingers in one of the oils and slowly rubbed it into Andreas’s skin. The sharp green scent relaxed him. It must have calmed Brother Jacinto as well, because he began to speak.

“I was apprenticed to be a curandero. A healer. My teacher was known for many miles, and dozens of people came to him for help. When the soldiers came looking for food, we gave it to them. They demanded more than we had, and grew angry when we could not produce it. So instead they forced us to build their forts and roads with almost nothing to eat. When we grew weak they called us lazy and beat us or . . . worse. When I called them ugly, they slashed my eyes. If Padre Eduardo hadn’t arrived when he did and freed us, I would be dead. I was the one who told him which herbs to use and how.”

The tale roused both sympathy for Brother Jacinto and ire against his captors. Andreas struggled against the instinct to take him in his arms and never let him out of his sight lest something terrible happen again. But when he tried to do just that, Brother Jacinto shook his head.

“I didn’t ask you here to be my protector.”

The rebuke, light as it was, still stung. For a long time, Andreas wasn’t sure what his role in this was. “I’m no fighter. I’m just a simple trader.”

“Not so simple. Driven to a solitary, wandering life because you never fit anywhere, but I don’t think you want to be alone any longer, do you?”

The priest knew more than Andreas had ever admitted to himself. Andreas held his breath as Brother Jacinto removed his linen shirt and drawers, leaving him wonderfully, gloriously nude. Lamplight flickered across his body, highlighting both scars and unbroken skin.

“One thing you must understand. I will never, ever belong to a man again. I will let no one but the Creator use me.”

And that was why he’d dedicated his life to the Creator and his garden. It was his choice, and neither would hurt him. In giving himself to Andreas, he trusted that Andreas would respect him and take nothing that wasn’t offered. “I understand.”

“Good.” Brother Jacinto smiled and drew him in for a kiss. Lust jolted through Andreas’s body. As quickly as he could he shed his smallclothes so that he was as naked as Brother Jacinto. He felt no shame, since the priest already knew his body so intimately.

Brother Jacinto urged him down onto his back. His hand flopped onto the dirt. This time, when he touched the ground, he felt the earth throbbing beneath his palm. At his swift intake of breath, Brother Jacinto laughed. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Amazing wasn’t enough to cover everything Andreas felt. Life and energy poured through him and he was suddenly desperate to share everything with Brother Jacinto.

 

Fifty Shades of GreenBlurb and buy links

Fifty Shades of Green is a garden of naughty delights!
Within our pages you’ll discover:
– Virile gods and their mortal conquests.
– A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual.
– An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies.
– Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness.
– Young lovers seeking the help of green witches.
– A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveler.
. . . and so much more.

Peek inside the garden gate.

(You know you want to.)

A dozen racy tales await.

Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious and erotic short stories with gardening themes. What you’ll find in these pages is hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat! And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.

 

To Buy Fifty Shades of Green (it’s on sale, just for you):

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Author Bio

Evey Brett has numerous sci-fi/fantasy and paranormal romance e-books published with Loose Id, Ellora’s Cave and Carina Press. She also has fantasy and erotica stories forthcoming with Lethe and Cleis Press.

Evey Brett’s website

 

FREE Sample Stories!

To sample two free stories from Fifty Shades of Green visit our Garden Shorts website.

If you sign up for our newsletter you will be sent “Seed” (our sexy story about a community garden’s secret fertility ritual).

To read “Phallus Impudicus,” (a tale about the horny god Pan’s visit with a lonely gardener) just click on the Fifty Shades SAMPLE! tab

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Mid Week Tease: “…the library is…haunted.” #MWTease

MidWeekTease2Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. As I’m sure you’re well aware, Halloween is almost upon us, so in order to celebrate this most spooky time of year, I’m sharing a snippet from my paranormal erotic romance short story, Timeless Desire, which is available for just $0.99/77p.

Timeless DesireIn shock and unable to answer George’s questions, Emily simply pushed in between his outstretched arms and put her head on his chest, flinging her arms around his back. He froze for a second, then curled one arm around her, slipping his other hand underneath her chin and pulling her head up.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he said gently, smiling down at her and flashing that adorable dimple. “I’m here. What happened?”

She relaxed a little in his embrace, and managed a weak smile. Then, unable to lower her head because of George’s hand under her chin, she lowered her eyes instead, another blush threatening to emerge. “You—you’ll think I’m stupid.”

“Now why would I think that? Try me.” He gave her a squeeze, which both reassured her and sparked arousal. Her nether regions started to ache with awareness of how close he was, and she was glad she wore a padded bra, as she was sure her nipples were probably making their presence known. “Come on. Tell me.”

“I must be going mad,” Emily began, continuing to enjoy their closeness, “but I’m kind of getting the impression that the library is…haunted.”

You can grab your copy of Timeless Desire here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22911436-timeless-desire

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Win a SIGNED Copy of Anne Rice’s New Novel, Prince Lestat! #giveaway

The Queen of the Undead is back, with her first Vampire Chronicle in over a decade – marking the return of one of the most popular vampires of all time: Lestat de Lioncourt

 

Prince LestatPrince Lestat by Anne Rice is published on the 30th of October and the publisher Chatto and Windus are offering one lucky winner a signed copy of Prince Lestat.

Anne Rice is among the best-selling authors in the world and the master of modern gothic. Her novel Interview with the Vampire was published to huge success in 1976, transforming the vampire genre and becoming the first of the dangerously enticing Vampire Chronicles series.

In Prince Lestat the vampire world is in crisis – their kind has been proliferating out of control and, thanks to technologies undreamed of in previous centuries, they can communicate as never before. Roused from their earth-bound slumber, ancient ones are in thrall to the Voice: which commands that they burn fledgling vampires in cities from Paris to Mumbai, Hong Kong to Kyoto and San Francisco. Immolations, huge massacres, have commenced all over the world. Who – or what – is the Voice? What does it desire, and why? 

Anne Rice’s epic, luxuriant, fiercely ambitious new novel brings together all the worlds and beings of the legendary Vampire Chronicles, from present-day New York and Ancient Egypt to fourth-century Carthage and Renaissance Venice; from Louis de Pointe du Lac; Armand the eternally young; Mekare and Maharet; to Pandora and Flavius; David Talbot, vampire and ultimate fixer from the Secret Talamasca; and Marius, the true child of the Millennia. It also introduces many other seductive supernatural creatures, and heralds significant new blood.

Prince Lestat, Anne Rice’s new novel in the Vampire Chronicles series, will be published 30 October (Chatto & Windus). The Wolves of Midwinter will be published simultaneously in paperback (Arrow), eBooks also available. Visit annerice.com for more information.

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Guest Blogger: Adrianna Taylor (@storyofcontrol)

Adrianna Taylor, Author of The Story of Control

Available exclusively on Amazon www.thestoryofcontrol.com

 

Adrianna TaylorMost people would consider what I do for a living weird, taboo and certainly not the norm. I suppose I have grown used to people’s fetishes, as it’s something they need to relax and relinquish control.

I mostly get what I would consider ‘run of the mill’ requests that, for me, are easily forgettable. Like spanking and caning strangers’ naked bottoms. But for me, this is all in a day’s work. But there are times when I get a request that dumfounds even me. Perhaps because I can’t understand the turn-on factor, or why someone would even consider and actively seek out someone to fulfil it.

Out of the many very weird sessions, I have been involved in over the years, I think that the strangest ones I experienced were to do with my client being an adult baby. Some men wanted to be treated like babies, as something was lacking in their childhood, and they wanted to live it as an adult, in a kinky way.  The psychology of this is very deep-rooted in their character.

The one that really stuck in my mind started with an email from a middle-aged man who introduced himself politely, stating his occupation, and how long he had been in the scene. This happens with some clients.

After a marathon of email tennis, he emailed what even I, who is certainly not the average person, considered weird. He seemed to have a crush on cute, fresh-faced pop star Justin Bieber, and wanted to be dressed up in a baby-grow and listen to the song “Baby”, while rolling around on a play mat. But like a few clients, he was a no-show when it came to the session.

The Story of ControlBut also, I did have a visit from a very well-prepared client who had left nothing to chance. He brought an army bag full of outfits he enjoyed for being an adult baby. These included dummies, PVC bonnets and outfits, and plastic and silky nappies. He wanted to parade and roll around on my rug, kicking and screaming, and wanting to be punished for his bad behaviour. He wanted me to put a dummy in his mouth every time he made a noise, and wanted me to dress him while he made it hard, making his limbs stiff and being uncooperative like a young child would be if they did not want to do something. Which added to my annoyance when punishing him by spanking his bottom. Luckily, I didn’t have to deal with soiled nappies, as that would have been a no-no. But I did find it usual how someone could be so devoted to their fetish that they spent what looked like hundreds of pounds-worth of PVC and sissy paraphernalia.

I would certainly consider this to be couple of the most bizarre experience I have dealt with, but at least the client was happy, which is ultimately what my job is about.

*****

Author website: http://www.thestoryofcontrol.com

Twitter handle: @storyofcontrol

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Sunday Snog – Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

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Weekend at Wilderhope ManorIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a snog from Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, my F/F erotic story which is sexy and spooky, and set over a Halloween weekend! It’s also just $0.99/77p, so kink up your Kindle today :)

“I’d hoped you’d say that.” Turning Jenny in her arms, she reached behind her girlfriend to tug the suitcase off the bed. It hit the floor with a thump, but she was already too preoccupied to notice. She’d backed Jenny right up to the mattress with the intention of pushing her onto the bed, then quickly joining her. However, the old fashioned bed was high, and therefore, not the sort they could fall onto. Never one to give up easily, she backed away from Jenny and pulled off her girlfriend’s shoes. Then she clambered up onto it, indicating to Jenny to follow her.

Seconds later, Jenny too had discarded her shoes and scrambled up onto the four-poster. Reaching for one another, they flopped down onto the duvet in a jumble of limbs. She tangled her fingers in Jenny’s russet hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met, and Jenny scooted her lower body closer to hers, and she responded by jamming a leg between Jenny’s thighs. Jenny moaned as she slid her hand over the curve of Stephanie’s denim-covered ass.

Jenny’s obvious pleasure sent a delicious jolt to Stephanie’s pussy. She responded by slipping her tongue between Jenny’s lips and deepening their kiss. When she felt Jenny’s fingers tighten on her ass, she ground her thigh into her girlfriend’s crotch. She twisted her fingers into Jenny’s glorious red mane and tugged.

Yanking away, Jenny gasped. “Bitch! That wasn’t very nice, now was it?” Rolling her onto her back, Jenny straddled her and pinned her arms above her head. “Not very nice at all. In fact,” she paused, her face just inches from Stephanie’s, then continued, “it was fucking lovely.”

Her response was lost as Jenny pressed her lips to hers, her soft tongue immediately slipping inside and searching for a playmate. It quickly found one, and they French kissed, their tongues dancing and sliding together, just as their bodies rolled and ground against one another. They were lost to lust for some minutes until the ache between her legs became almost too much to bear. She bucked, almost unseating Jenny, and tried to pull her arms out of her girlfriend’s grasp.

You can get your hands on Weekend at Wilderhope Manor here.

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12687154-weekend-at-wilderhope-manor

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

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