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The Bad Boys of Romance

herding cats & burning soupOoh, lots of girls love a bad boy, and who can blame them? Dean Winchester, Damon Salvatore, Eric Northman… delicious, sexy, naughty, irresistible bad boys. Yum. And that’s what this hop is all about, the bad boys of romance.

I’ve penned a bad boy or two myself, one such example being Drew from my short story, A Bit of Rough. He’s a chain-smoking, womanising bad-ass, but he’s sooo damn sexy. My character, Alison, is after a bit of fun, so she allows Drew to seduce her, with unforgettable results…

Here’s the book blurb:

When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

You can grab the book here: A Bit of Rough. I’d love for you to check it out! 🙂

Now, without further ado, please place your hop entries using the two Rafflecopters below (one is for my own site, one is for the Grand Prize), then scroll down to the bottom and carrying on hopping through the other blogs. Have fun with all those bad boys!

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Sunday Snog – Love Through Time

Sunday Snog

Love Through TimeI’m recycling again I’m afraid! But here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my paranormal erotic romance, Love Through Time. I’ve always been a fan of this story, so think it deserves the extra exposure.

Once inside the room, George reached behind Emily and shut the door. Then he shuffled toward it, shoving Emily backward until she was trapped between his large body and the door. As she looked into George’s gorgeous, brown eyes and enjoyed the hardness of him—all of him—pressed against her, she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be.

“At the risk of sounding clichéd,” George said, putting his hands on her hips and slowly sliding them around to her ass, “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I was actually planning on asking you out—once I’d made sure you were single—but nothing seems to have gone to plan tonight, does it?”

Emily shook her head. “Nope. And I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date, let alone the non-date. But I guess these are extenuating circumstances. Or something.”

“Mmm. Or something.”

George leaned down, capturing Emily’s lips in a kiss that made her extremely grateful she was trapped between him and the door. She wasn’t sure her legs would have held her up otherwise. He was slow, gentle, and very, very sensual. As his tongue slid between her lips and sought hers out, Emily felt her pussy grow wet with want. Wrapping her arms around his broad frame, she found her hands at about the right height to rest on his ass—perfect.

Cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him more tightly to her, Emily upped the pace on their kiss. Already the unpleasantness of the evening was receding into the recesses of her mind, and her body was encouraging her to enjoy the here and now.

Breaking off the kiss suddenly, Emily opened her eyes to see George looking confused—and worried. She smiled, giving his ass a playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind. I just think that we’re wearing far too many clothes. Don’t you?”


You can get your hands on this sweet and sexy paranormal romance here.

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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Sunday Snog – A Menu with a Difference

Sunday Snog

A Menu with a DifferenceI have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one. I don’t think you’ll mind though. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story with threesome action, A Menu with a Difference.

I looked at Jed and thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he watched Tamara lean in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. I was a little hesitant at first, unsure if I was going to like it. But a couple of seconds later I realized everything was going to be just fine. I slid my arms around Tamara and our kiss deepened.

She pushed her tongue between my lips. She’d obviously noticed that I was now feeling much more comfortable. Letting the mood take me, I dashed my tongue out to meet hers, and they caressed, just as our bodies were doing.

Tamara tangled a hand in my hair and pulled my head back. Then she began an assault on my throat, peppering it with butterfly kisses and little nibbles. By now my pussy was getting seriously hot and sticky, and I wanted release. She was kneading my ass with her other hand, and I couldn’t help but wish she’d just stick it inside my panties and bring me off.

Suddenly, Tamara pulled away. Biting back a moan, I followed her eye line. Jed stood beside us in just his boxer shorts. His cock was clearly desperate to come out and play. A tiny wet patch was visible on his underwear—evidence of his arousal. He palmed his cock through the material, his gaze flitting between Tamara and me.

“Are you feeling left out sweetie? Sorry. Come on, Annette. Let’s give Jed a proper thank you for our gifts.”


You can get your hands on this dirty little book here.

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

Sunday Snog – Bite with Height

Sunday Snog

Bite with HeightHere’s a very sexy and naughty snog from my best-selling, award-winning lesbian erotic romance story, Bite with Height.

Meg looked up and met Grace’s eyes. She looked sad, yet understanding.

In an attempt to shake the depressing tone the conversation had taken on, Meg joked, “You ever kissed a girl?”

A shocked expression crossed Grace’s face. “What? Didn’t you hear me say that I didn’t have much to compare my ex to? That includes the opposite sex.”

“Want to try it?”

“What?”

“Kissing a girl.” Meg moved closer to Grace, looking her in the eye.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Well, maybe now’s the time to think about it. Perhaps the reason lover boy didn’t float your boat was because he had the wrong equipment. Perhaps you’ve liked girls all along, but never realized it.”

“How is that possible?” Grace’s eyes took on a faraway look, as though thinking about what Meg had said.

“I don’t know, but it could be. Look, in all seriousness Grace, I like you. I like you a lot. If you just want to be friends, I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll live with it. If you want to take things further, then great. I’m not pushing you either way.”

Grace looked at Meg, and their eyes met. A tense moment passed. Meg’s gaze dropped to Grace’s lips, but she was too scared to make a move for fear of alienating her for good. Seconds later, it appeared Grace had made her choice.

Moving quickly enough to startle even Meg, Grace leaned forward and kissed her friend. It was chaste to begin with, but soon Grace pressed her lips harder to the other girl’s soft mouth.

Meg thought all her birthdays had come at once, and for a vamp who was almost two hundred years old, that was a lot of birthdays. Slipping her arms around Grace, she pulled her closer and returned the kiss. The other girl didn’t resist, so she took the plunge and coaxed her tongue into Grace’s mouth, willing her fangs to stay hidden. Grace would be freaked enough already without her going all vamp-tastic.

Just as the lust factor was really ramping up, Meg felt some resistance from Grace.

She loosened her grip and pulled away. “What’s the matter?”

Grace, flushed of face, blurted “Are you going to turn me?!” She backed up further.

“What?! What makes you say that?” Meg didn’t move, not wanting to risk Grace panicking.

“You said you were lonely. Then it turns out you like me. Really like me. Were you planning on turning me just so you’d have someone to spend time with?” Mistrust crossed her face, which to Meg felt like a stake through the heart.

“I’m shocked that you would even think that. Hurt, actually. No, I wasn’t planning on turning you. I wasn’t ‘planning’ on anything. You just caught my eye in Starbucks, and I felt like I had to know you, know your story.”

She stepped toward Grace, who shrunk away the tiniest amount.

“You looked so out of place and uncomfortable. There was no ulterior motive, Grace, I promise. I would never do anything without your consent. I’m not the bad guy, remember?”

Grace had the good sense to look abashed. “I’m sorry. I’m just paranoid, I guess.”

“Glad to see you were so into our kiss that you were thinking of anything but.” She quirked an eyebrow wryly.


Bag your copy of Bite with Height here.

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

Sunday Snog – Love Through Time

Sunday Snog

Love Through TimeHere’s a snog-tastic snippet from my paranormal erotic romance, Love Through Time, from Noble Romance.

Once inside the room, George reached behind Emily and shut the door. Then he shuffled toward it, shoving Emily backward until she was trapped between his large body and the door. As she looked into George’s gorgeous, brown eyes and enjoyed the hardness of him—all of him—pressed against her, she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be.

“At the risk of sounding clichéd,” George said, putting his hands on her hips and slowly sliding them around to her ass, “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I was actually planning on asking you out—once I’d made sure you were single—but nothing seems to have gone to plan tonight, does it?”

Emily shook her head. “Nope. And I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date, let alone the non-date. But I guess these are extenuating circumstances. Or something.”

“Mmm. Or something.”

George leaned down, capturing Emily’s lips in a kiss that made her extremely grateful she was trapped between him and the door. She wasn’t sure her legs would have held her up otherwise. He was slow, gentle, and very, very sensual. As his tongue slid between her lips and sought hers out, Emily felt her pussy grow wet with want. Wrapping her arms around his broad frame, she found her hands at about the right height to rest on his ass—perfect.

Cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him more tightly to her, Emily upped the pace on their kiss. Already the unpleasantness of the evening was receding into the recesses of her mind, and her body was encouraging her to enjoy the here and now.

Breaking off the kiss suddenly, Emily opened her eyes to see George looking confused—and worried. She smiled, giving his ass a playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind. I just think that we’re wearing far too many clothes. Don’t you?”


You can get your hands on this sweet and sexy paranormal romance here.

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

Guest Blog: Zee Monodee

Digging deep to lay the roots of Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book Two) by Zee Monodee

It’s a pleasure to be here today, folks – when Lucy asked me over, I was delighted to do a blog swap with her.

Until I slammed into the ‘wall’ – what topic will I address? Lucy to the rescue, asking “Was there a lot of research involved in this book?”

Was there? Boy, you don’t know the half of it! *grin*

First off, let me give you an idea what Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book Two) is about. It’s the story of Rayne, aka Kali, a clandestine secret agent and super-efficient killer who returns to civilian life to be with the one man she’s always loved.

The love story part, I had it down pat. I’ve been reading romances for 20+ years now, and been writing them for 7-or-so years. But the clandestine agent bit? Are you kidding me? What on earth do I, the ditzy housewife whose biggest thrill-episode was cutting class and not getting caught in high school, know about being a spy?

I have no clue why or how I even started writing a romantic suspense/espionage thriller series with the Corpus Brides. I just know that when I started Book 1, Walking The Edge, about 2.5 years ago, that the heroine’s amnesiac trek through London and Marseille led me to the workings and ramifications of a clandestine agency called the Corpus.

Still, there’s a difference between penning about ‘some’ memories of a clandestine life, and actually penning the day-to-day, minute-by-minute, clandestine life and missions.

My TV junkie status helped here – there I was downing season after season of spy/espionage fare, and learning everything I could from the lifestyle they portrayed. Nikita (the Maggie Q one, where a rogue agent takes on her former agency), La Femme Nikita (starring Peta Wilson, in which she’s a convict given a second chance, by becoming a clandestine agent), Covert Affairs (in which Piper Perabo is a green CIA cherry sent in the field before her secret agent training is over), and Burn Notice (where former, burned spy Michael Westen, played by Jeffrey Donovan, sets out to find who inside his agency burned him, and along the way, uses his spy-skills to help the down-trodden and those in need).

I gobbled these shows, watched every nuance, every aspect, every detail, of these “spies” and how they lived their life. That gave me a good shot at portraying the clandestine lifestyle, especially when on a mission. What about the rest?

Spies kill, and what do they kill with? Guns, of course! I’m lucky that I have a husband who is a trove of information on guns, and two growing boys who wield all types of firearms and know the specs of each one in their video-game junkie sprees. I’ve thus learned that a Makarov, a Russian pistol, is heavier than most commercial handguns; that a Colt Python .353 Magnum is now a collector’s weapon; that the Barrett M82A1 rifle is banned in the state of California; that James Bond used a Walther P99 with a silencer; that bullets also come as hollow-points that fragment upon impact; that .50 BMG caliber is used for anti-materiel sniping.

And whoever thinks “spy” thinks “cosmopolitan locations”. I’ve never been to mainland Europe, never set foot in Las Vegas, yet I had scenes in the story that would take place there. How do you render a proper geographical description and use the setting to your advantage, when you have no clue what the place is like really? This is where online guides and Youtube videos come in handy – a scene set in Prague takes place along the trajectory I viewed in a video guide to Prague’s city centre!

Not to mention that my hero is a London paramedic, and in the first scene of the book, is called to attend to an injury resulting from a drunken fight. I wanted him to come across as a real London paramedic would, so that involved getting in touch with actual London Ambulance Service paramedics and having them run me through protocol and checking the scene for accuracy – my endless thanks to them for their patience and willingness to assist!

I think that for almost every one of the 325 pages in this book, there’s a nugget of research involved in the writing.

My aim, though, is to provide the best, and most accurate, reading experience for my reader. I hope I have managed that with the story I have penned, and the research I undertook to make this story as true-to-life and as realistic as possible.

Take a bet on Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book 2), and I hope you’ll let me know what you think of the story!

Thanks again for having me over today, Lucy!

From Mauritius with love,

Zee

 

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Before The MorningBefore The Morning

. . . is a time of great darkness. . .

A trained killer with borderline sociopathic tendencies:

Rayne Cheltham traced out her life’s path when she was twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.

A former cop burned by life and his personal demons:

When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into an abyss once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his second chance, and the one who will save him.

Each thinks the other is their redemption . . . until they discover how deep the other’s edge of darkness goes

No one knows Rayne used to be a spy and an assassin, and no one knows why Ash left the police force. The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder with a lit fuse in their hands. Neither knows what ‘normal’ means now, especially Rayne, whose whole life is built on a lie. Truth is threatening to explode in their faces, and that is not the only menace they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her past before it is too late.

Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path? Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge, still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?

 

Grab your copy of Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book 2) at NobleRomance.com.

Watch the book trailer here http://youtu.be/ivUw0X9odFk

More about Zee Monodee at her blog http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com/

You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads, as ZeeMonodee.

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Excerpt:

From the front-facing window on the second floor of the Shepherd’s Close freehold, Corpus secret agent Rayne Cheltham watched the ambulance pull away from the curb.

Shivers crept up her arms, and she hugged herself tight to ward them off.

Get a grip!

She was a professional on an assignment, an elite, trained operative from a clandestine agency that handled operations for governments and international forces as a stealthy left hand. Her agency entrusted her with the most important missions—nothing should faze her.

Before today, she would’ve said that nothing could affect her when she had her eyes on a goal.

But she wasn’t sure anymore. She’d never had her past collide with her present like a few moments ago, in the form of her childhood best friend.

Ashford Gilfoy, better known as Ash. The boy who had been there to catch her when, at six, she had slipped while climbing the chestnut tree that sat right on the border between their two houses in Hastings, two days after her family moved there from Salisbury. The boy who had taught her how to ride a bicycle without the training wheels on the long and winding, gravel-covered lane leading to her parents’ mansion. The teenager who had smashed the nose of the first lad who had broken her heart, at thirteen, during recess in the schoolyard. The young man she had left seventeen years ago on a platform at London Waterloo, on the day she bid her old life goodbye.

For the first time since that day, she was back on British soil, and kismet decided Ash should cross her path.

Why then, of all times? She was a hair’s breadth away from closing the contract on this mission. Seven months of intensive infiltration work and she was ready to achieve her aim—neutralize Nikolai Grigorievskiy’s criminal operations before she took out the man. The Corpus always sent her for the kill, but the trick was that she had to make her target’s death appear self-inflicted, at the bare minimum, or an accident, in the direst of cases. Measles, as such operations were known in their clandestine world—a planned assassination that didn’t leave any indication of the cause of death. She would then have to sanitize everything—leave no evidence, no witness, nothing that could lead back to her. Unlike her other agency counterparts, she wasn’t an out-and-out black ops assassin, but a different level of highly implicated agent provocateur.

Sunday Snog – A Menu with a Difference

Sunday Snog

A Menu with a DifferenceHere’s a snog-tastic snippet from my smokin’ hot f/f/m threesome tale, A Menu with a Difference, from Noble Romance.

I looked at Jed and thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he watched Tamara lean in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. I was a little hesitant at first, unsure if I was going to like it. But a couple of seconds later I realized everything was going to be just fine. I slid my arms around Tamara and our kiss deepened.

She pushed her tongue between my lips. She’d obviously noticed that I was now feeling much more comfortable. Letting the mood take me, I dashed my tongue out to meet hers, and they caressed, just as our bodies were doing.

Tamara tangled a hand in my hair and pulled my head back. Then she began an assault on my throat, peppering it with butterfly kisses and little nibbles. By now my pussy was getting seriously hot and sticky, and I wanted release. She was kneading my ass with her other hand, and I couldn’t help but wish she’d just stick it inside my panties and bring me off.

Suddenly, Tamara pulled away. Biting back a moan, I followed her eye line. Jed stood beside us in just his boxer shorts. His cock was clearly desperate to come out and play. A tiny wet patch was visible on his underwear—evidence of his arousal. He palmed his cock through the material, his gaze flitting between Tamara and me.

“Are you feeling left out sweetie? Sorry. Come on, Annette. Let’s give Jed a proper thank you for our gifts.”


You can get your hands on this dirty little book here.

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