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Steel Horses and Hot Women by Annabeth Leong (@annabethleong)

Heated Leather LoverI’ll never forget the first time I got on a motorcycle. The noise rushed through me, filling me with the sort of adrenaline I get as part of a frenzied concert crowd. The speed and maneuverability made me feel at one with the road. And the rumble between the legs—well, it was like sitting on an industrial-strength vibrator while riding a roller coaster.

It only took one ride to turn me on to the reasons some people go crazy for women on bikes.

To my great regret, I’ve never learned to operate a motorcycle myself, though I hope to someday. My experience riding as a passenger taught me plenty, though, and when Ellora’s Cave put out a call for its Hot Pink series—stories of lesbian erotic romance—it didn’t take long for me to envision Tam, a smoking hot butch on a steel horse, and Yasmin, the woman who can’t get enough of her.

 

Excerpt:

Tam rode faster than she should have, but it was hard to hold back with Yasmin’s soft warmth nestled against her. She sped out of town and onto the coastal highway, accelerating until the wind cooled her despite the heat Yasmin inspired.

Day began to transition to night. Sunlight slanted sideways, transforming the dull, flat landscape into something honey-dipped and full of possibility. Yasmin worked her delicate fingers under Tam’s leather jacket, then under her shirt, lightly stroking Tam’s stomach. Tam liked the way Yasmin felt but worried about her ability to operate the motorcycle under her influence. She laid a hand over Yasmin’s in warning and the exploring fingers stilled. They remained in place against Tam’s bare skin, though, impossible to ignore. Butterflies gathered in Tam’s stomach, on the other side of her skin from those delicious fingers.

Tam clenched her jaw, doing her best to stay cool. She steered the bike with familiar expertise, making it roar, then purr. She imagined doing the same to Yasmin, working the other woman’s clit with just such a knowing touch, drawing the right noises at the right time from those big, soft lips and making her back arch with pleasure. The bike’s seat vibrated under her crotch, steadily increasing her awareness of her arousal. She hoped it affected Yasmin in exactly the same way.

They rode farther south, ocean waves crashing against the beach to their left. Water gripped at land and flailed against it, making Tam think of tangled legs and pounding rhythms. She took a deep breath and pulled the bike over onto the shoulder.

“Why are we stopping?” Yasmin’s coy tone of voice told Tam she knew damn well.

Tam looked over her shoulder at her breathtaking companion, almost afraid to let her gaze land full-force on the other woman. “Where do you want to do this?” Desire almost choked off the words.

Yasmin responded with a blissful smile. “Anywhere.”

 

Blurb:

When Tam Bouie rides into town on her motorcycle, she finds the welcoming committee of her dreams. In a bar called Issues, the beautiful femme Yasmin Miller seems to have been waiting for a butch on a steel horse to sweep her off her feet.

Yasmin has a serious fetish for women in leather and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants—until she discovers that Tam isn’t just passing through. Convinced that their town is too small for the explosive love affair that threatens to ignite, and the possible fallout if it goes sour, Yasmin drops Tam as quickly as she picked her up.

Tam, however, doesn’t give up easily, and Yasmin’s resolutions to stay away from her won’t mean a thing if she can’t resist the sexy butch’s heated leather love.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, part of the Hot Pink series.

Buy Links:
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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, Turn Back Time.

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Amazing City Nights: One Night in Boise (@authortroy)

I’m a suspense-thriller writer. It’s where I live, my writer happy place. I’ve written in other genres, and will continue to. But erotic romance? Please. Not even on my radar…

Wait a second. Is that a challenge? Not a triple dog dare, but when it comes to writing, you almost never have to pull that card on me. And there’s never anything wrong with a sub-genre.

You mean I could write an erotic suspense thriller, where romance and sex is vital to the story, set in a city of my choosing? Well when you put it that way, I’m in.

And One Night in Boise was born. The writing was surprisingly easy. After all, if you are doing it right, sex is thrilling. There should be some suspense involved. Add a detective, a crime, a rebellious teenage son with something to prove and you have a Troy Lambert story wrapped in a slightly different package.  The idea came to me almost fully formed by the first line:

“It’s a dangerous game we play.”

I read some erotica to get a flavor for the genre. Tough research, I know, but it had to be done. I read work by Lucy Felthouse, C. Margery Kempe, and others. Good writing is good writing, no matter what the genre or subject. I admit, I admire these ladies, and I wanted to write something even worthy of being in the same category as their work.

Because this isn’t just about One Night in Boise. It’s about One Night in Paris, One Night in Rome, One Night in New Orleans, One Night in San Francisco, and even more to follow. It’s about the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing.

Boise is just the beginning, the first of an exciting, exotic trip around the world. So go ahead. Experience One Night in Boise, an erotic thriller. But don’t stop there. Journey with us around the world.

Stay tuned.

*****
Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.

Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?

On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.

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Troy LambertTroy began his writing life at a very young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in Southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Idaho, and currently resides in Boise.

Troy works as a freelance writer, researcher, and editor. He writes historical site characterization reports for those performing remediation on former resource extraction sites, software instruction and help guides, and edits the research of others as well. His true passion is writing dark, psychological thrillers. His work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemptionthe first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, a brilliant author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing. Stray Ally, was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, Night in Boise, a part of the City Nights series also by Tirgearr Publishing is available as of May 27th. The final in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Confession will be published June 30th.

In addition, Troy was nominated this year in the Idaho Statesman’s Best of Treasure Valley for the honor of Author of the Year.

Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He is a skier, cyclist, hiker, fisherman, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.

Author Website: www.troylambertwrites.com
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Words From the Lube King… (@givelube)

IMG_2041Hi folks.  My name’s Nigel and I’m the M.D. of a company called Give Pleasure Products.  Until 3 years ago I had a relatively ‘normal’ career with a property business.  But my very first ever experience with lube ended up changing that and my sex life forever.

I can’t actually remember how we came by our first bottle of lube.  It was a bottle of lube from a very well-known brand and had a very cherry flavour. It wasn’t exactly the best experience we’d had and I’m surprised it didn’t put me off lube forever.  We liked the flavour but the stickiness that it left behind was horrendous.

But instead of ending the use of a, well, crap product my entrepreneurial brain told me that surely we could do better than that. My thoughts were corroborated when I visited a local Tesco and found that that was the only brand that people could buy. It shocked me that mainstream shopping consumers had no choice options.  It also shocked me that a large company could make such a poor product and that major retailers buy it from them. Just because a company is large, it doesn’t mean that they have the best products or even the best ideas, clearly.

show1After a world-wide search of cosmetic and lubricant manufacturers (and lots of enjoyable testing!), in Germany we found what we believe to be the best lubricant manufacturer on the planet. The CEO of which was the original inventor silicone lube.  After visiting the factory and discussing our plans it was clear to us, with these quality products, their pedigree and pioneering approach this was the obvious and only choice for us to make. A few months later Give Lube was born.  I’d always been a giver in relationships and believe that you get what you put into your relationships, so giving became the very heart of our brand ethos.

Cutting a very long story shorter I’ll let you know why I now love lube and how you can benefit from this great, incredibly versatile intimate consumable.

After an unpleasant experience with our very first try with lube I now classify lube as a sex toy in it’s own right.  It is not just to solve sexual dryness.  It is the easiest and most economical way of adding more fun to your sex life.  It’s the versatile, essential sex accessory that can be used with and without sex toys, on your own or with partners, for countless situations and encounters.

show7Giving, with the endless uses of give lube, strengthens the bond between lovers and creates intense orgasms. Giving orgasms makes you feel powerful. The more you give, the more powerful and confident you feel, the greater lover you show that you are, the more desired you are and the more adored you are.  Give and you will also receive.  The more you give, the more you’ll receive!

We don’t always use lube.  Sometimes we have sex with lube.  Sometimes we have sex with a toy and lube.  Sometimes we use nothing. Sex is about variety and there really are endless combinations of pleasure that you can have!

With lube I love the different sensations each can give you. Water-based lube is a great all-rounder and can be used for everything; with sex toys, vaginal, oral, anal, masturbation.  Silicone lube gives a more luxurious glide quality and, unlike water-based lube which will eventually dry out due to the water content starting to evaporate, is extremely long-lasting and will last as long as you do!

Flavoured lubes can still be used for intercourse but they’re generally to add a bit of fun to oral sex, or to disguise the taste of your partner if you find that off-putting. Our own flavoured lubes are called Oral Pleasure Gels.  The directions for use are to drizzle on your partner and give generously, then pass the bottle over!

Lube is an absolute must for anal sex.  There is no natural lubricant produced there so a good thick water based lube or silicone lube is essential to ease penetration and provide a wonderful, lubricated glide quality.

For clitoral stimulation, lads don’t just pounce on what is the most sensitive part of a woman’s body.  The clitoris does not produce it’s own natural lubrication and, for some women, natural vaginal lubrication won’t be produced until the clitoris has been stimulated. To solve this problem just add a few drops of lube to your fingertips before gently caressing her.  She is sure to thank you for it.

Don’t forget the balls! This is a personal favourite of mine. This area of the body produces high levels of arousal and sexual satisfaction.  Lube up those (make sure they’re shaven) balls, then drag your finger tips and even your nails, gently over the skin. Include the shaft in the action and the sexual tension starts to go through the roof. This lube use technique really produces a very intense orgasm.

There are numerous lube-use tips on our website at www.givepleasure.co.uk. Perhaps I should write to the customer service dept at the well-known lube and condom brand and thank them for producing a poor product. It’s helped us create our own high quality, award winning brand.  It’s personally improved our sex lives and our orgasms. Sex with my partner Emma gets better year by year and, luckily for me, she also gets naughtier and naughtier!

The Evolution of a Trilogy by Grace Marshall (@gm_romance)

I’m celebrating the tour by giving away two print copies of the first book of the trilogy, An Executive Decision. Enter to win at the end of this post.

An Executive DecisionSometimes the journey to a trilogy is a no-brainer, quick and clear, and sometimes not so much. The Executive Decisions Trilogy was a long time coming, and it evolved in a way I would have never imagined when the first ideas popped into my head. We were living in Russia at the time for my husband’s job. While he travelled to refineries all over the FSU by trains, planes and mini vans, I was sitting in our flat overlooking the Moscow River using my time, as a woman of leisure, to hone the skills I would need if I were ever to become a published author.

At the time I was totally convinced that I didn’t want to write romance and yet, I couldn’t stop myself. It was awhile before I gave in to that overpowering urge and not only started writing romance, but also started flinging the bedroom doors in those romances WIDE open.

The original version of An Executive Decision began its life as a novella-length piece called ‘Leaning the Business.’ I had finally given myself over to actually writing the dirty bits rather than just thinking them. ‘Learning the Business’ started as nothing more than an exercise in writing erotica. I wanted to set up a situation in which a boss hires a woman, who is very highly qualified for the position, but a part of her job is sex on demand with her boss. They affectionately refer to this part of her job as ‘The Executive Sex Clause.’ According to him, this is the secret weapon that keeps him sharp and on top of his game.

In spite of my best efforts to keep it simply about sex, as is often the case, characters can be unruly, and my two characters, Dee and Ellis, fell in love. I should have expected that would happen, since love is an essential element in most of what I write. I also found that the wonderful character who evolved to be Ellison Thorne had his own mind, and he would never have done anything so unethical as what I originally had in mind.

However, the idea of the Executive Sex Clause, the idea of busy executives needing an outlet for their pent-up sexual energy, needing a no-strings attached way of keeping their focus, still intrigued me. In order to make the story work, I needed to keep Dee and Ellis wrong-footed with a sex clause that started out as a joke, a crazy scheme cooked up by a mutual friend. If the implementation of such a clause could happen almost by accident and turn into Dee and Ellis’s own little secret weapon, then I’d have created a wild romp of a story that would be fast-pace, a little bit tongue in cheek and very sexy. Secrets always make for fun twists and turns of a plot, and the Executive Sex Clause seemed the perfect secret.

Once the story had evolved to romance and to a novel, the rest was easy. I fell in love with Dee and Ellis right from the beginning, and they were both such fun characters to write. I took out a lot of the sex, populated the plot with friends, family and nasty colleagues, polished it up and sent it off under the poorly-chosen name, ‘The Executive Sex Clause.’ Those were the days before 50SoG.

Identity CrisisAlmost a hundred rejection letters later, disappointed and more than a little disheartened, I decided to give it a rest and try my hand at something else. That was over five years ago. A lot has happened since then. I’ve published nine novels under two different names — K D Grace and Grace Marshall. Fifty Shades of Grey exploded onto the literary scene, and the time was right to revisit The Executive Sex Clause.

One lovely agent, who will always hold a warm spot in my heart, actually took the time to critique the full manuscript before sending back a very apologetic, but encouraging rejection letter. Her main criticism – too many characters.

Too many characters! That was the key to transforming The Executive Sex Clause into An Executive Decision and the Executive Decision Trilogy. The story was too big for a single novel. Five years ago, the story was too sexy and the plot a little too controversial, but in the post 50SoG era, the novel, rewritten as a trilogy has come into its own. I’ve upped the stakes and broadened the scope. The Executive Sex Clause grew into An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, and The Exhibition. I put the sex back in and tempered the heat to a slow, hot sizzle, and voila! The timing was perfect!

The ExhibitionI’ve written The Executive Decisions Trilogyas Grace Marshall rather than K D Grace because the focus of the story is the romance. And though the sex is hot enough to melt metal, it’s a little more subtle than what you would expect from K D Grace. However the chemistry between Dee and Ellis is anything but subtle, even before the two actually meet, and the comedy of errors that results in the two shell-shocked colleagues implementing the Executive Sex Clause. An Executive Decision is a fast-pace romp of big business intrigue, corporate espionage and the ultimate in mergers and acquisitions that happen when the heart takes control. It’s been extremely satisfying to finally be able to share Dee and Ellis’s story with the world, and even more satisfying to see Kendra and Garrett, and Stacie and Harris reveal their sizzling stories in Identity Crisis and The Exhibition. Yup! The Executive Decisions Trilogy was a long time coming, but very well worth the wait.

An Executive Decision Blurb:

Book 1 of The Executive Decisions Trilogy

Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?

 

An Executive Decision Excerpt:

At last Ellis pushed his chair back and looked up at her. ‘Marston refused the proposal.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Dee said again.

‘Not that it was a huge surprise, but I could have done nicely without him berating me for hiring someone incompetent and irresponsible to take Beverly’s place. That didn’t exactly make my day. What the hell happened?’

She felt the heat rising up her spine and onto her ears. ‘I overslept.’ She forced the words out into the chilled room.

‘You overslept?’

‘Yes.’ She nodded imperceptibly, feeling the scrutiny of his glare.

For a long moment he just stared at her. She forced herself to meet his gaze and held her tongue, afraid if she tried to say anything she’d burst into tears, and she despised women who cried.

‘That’s it, then? You overslept.’

She nodded again, swallowing hard.

‘Well that’s a relief.’ He leaned forward in his chair and rose almost as though he were going to leap over the desk and pounce. The tension in his body was palpable. ‘I was afraid you were lying on the freeway somewhere in a pool of blood. I’m so relieved that it was nothing so dire, and that you simply overslept.’ With each word, his voice grew louder until he wasn’t exactly yelling, but neither was there any way she could miss his message as each word drove her deeper into her chair until she felt as trapped as if she had been tied there.

‘I’m sorry,’ she forced a whisper through the roadblock in her throat, but the stinging behind her eyes warned that a swift exit would be necessary if she were to avoid the flood.

‘Sorry? You’re sorry? Tally had to pick up the slack. Do you have any idea how that looked? Just when I was starting to make progress with Marston, just when the man was beginning to listen to reason, you oversleep. You made Jamison’s deal seem all the sweeter, that’s what you did. Now, tell me what the hell’s going on.’

‘Pardon?’

He moved from behind his desk and paced the carpet in front of her like a bull ready to charge. ‘You’re supposed to be working to shore up the situation with Scribal. I told you up front that’s your major concern at the moment, then not only do you oversleep and miss an important meeting, but I find out you’ve been working on something else behind my back.’ Before she could respond, he turned on her. ‘Is Trouvères what you’ve been staying up half the night and missing meetings for? When I hired you, I never thought you, of all people, would neglect your responsibilities.’

‘I’m not neglecting anything. If you would just –’

He interrupted her. ‘Don’t think just because I gave you this job, you suddenly know it all. I took a big risk hiring you.’ He stopped pacing and rooted himself in front of her, close enough that she had to strain her neck to look up at him. ‘You want to do something; you bring it to me first. You’re not ready to make that kind of decision on your own. You don’t have the experience it takes to…to… You’re not Beverly.’

His words were a hard slap, felt more than heard above the roar in her ears. She wasn’t sure the ragged breathing her brain finally registered in the chasm of silence that followed his tirade was his or her own.

The phone rang into the charged atmosphere and Ellis jerked it from its cradle in a strangle hold. ‘This had better be good, Lynn. Wade? What the hell does he want? Can’t it wait? We’re not finished yet. I can what?’ He heaved a sigh of resignation and slammed the receiver back down. ‘Wade wants to see you right now. He says I can get back to you on this, and believe me, I intend to.’ He nodded toward the door. ‘Well, go on, at least don’t keep him waiting. Pick up the notes on the meeting from Sandra.’

She stood on trembling legs and turned to go. As she reached for the door, he called to her. ‘Dee, I strongly suggest you make no more attempts to prove Marston right about you.’

Sandra joined her in the hall. ‘I have the meeting notes for you.’

‘Just put them on my desk. Wade wants to see me.’

Sandra nodded. ‘Yes, I know. I told him he did. And I told him to give you a few minutes in the ladies to freshen up first.’ She offered a reassuring smile and turned on her heels.

*****

Still breathing like a freight train, Ellis watched Dee disappear shutting the door behind her. He grabbed up the phone and called his secretary. ‘Lynn, hold all my calls. I don’t want to be disturbed. How long? Until I say otherwise, that’s how long.’ He slammed the receiver down, snapped his laptop shut and stormed down the hall to the lounge.

He shoved his way out of his jacket and tossed it across the wingback chair, then practically strangled himself in his efforts to loosen his tie. From the coffee table he grabbed up the remote and plunged the room into the wild raucous ride of the third movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Then he dropped onto the sofa struggling to breath, struggling to regain control, struggling to figure out what the hell had just happened. All through the meeting, when Dee didn’t show up, he was terrified that something horrible had happened, terrified that he would lose Dee the same way he had lost Beverly. And the relief he felt at seeing her. Jesus, the relief was like nothing he’s ever felt before.

If Lynn hadn’t called, if Wade hadn’t demanded Dee’s presence … If Ellis had had one more second with her, he would have yanked her up from the chair and fucked her senseless right there in the middle of the day with all of Pneuma Inc just outside his door, fucked her as though he might never get another chance, fucked her as though his life depended on it, and that’s exactly how it felt. He wiped cold sweat from his forehead and struggled to breathe. If he’d lost her, Jesus! He couldn’t even bear the thought.

Christ, he couldn’t go on like this. It felt like he was always either avoiding her or jerking off thinking about her. And damn if he wasn’t thinking about her all the time; the shape of her, the feel of her, the sass of her. He’d never wanted anything so badly. And then … and then she screws up so royally that all he wanted to do was punish her, to turn her over his knee for giving him such a scare, to … to … to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

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Grace MarshallAbout K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Grace and KD both believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, Grace is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

Grace and KD have erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013 and 2014.

Grace Marshall’s sizzling hot romance novels, An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are published by Xcite Books.

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Her Secret Past by Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse)

Her Secret PastTotally Bound Exclusive release: 16thMay

General release: 13th June.

A past she wants to forget, a secret that will change everything and a hunky guy who should have known better.

It’s no secret that Katrina Quinn has been caught having an affair with her hunky co-star. Hounded by the press she has escaped to Yorkshire, England and the remote seclusion of Copse Cottage. It’s a house packed full of junk and memories—far too much for one woman to handle.

For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.

A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of domestic violence and bullying.

 

View the book trailer here:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/her-secret-past-video-trailer

 

Excerpt:

At first I really did think I was hallucinating. There was probably more alcohol in my blood than was really wise for a man driving and planning a lot of heavy lifting for the day. But she didn’t move, she was still there after I blinked a few times and pushed my trolley closer.

“No way, it can’t be,” I exclaimed.

She looked up, startling blue eyes staring fixedly at me.

“Dear God, it is, it really is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m babbling but I can’t believe you’re here!”

A teenaged Belieber had nothing on me. I was in complete fandom meltdown.

“It is you, isn’t it? You’re Katrina Quinn, aren’t you?”

She nodded hesitantly.

“Well, bugger me. I can’t believe it. What on earth are you doing here?” I asked, mouth agog.

She didn’t answer, just stared at me and I just babbled on.

“Of course, you don’t want to tell me, it’s none of my business. Sorry, sorry. I’m just so surprised. Now, look, I’m sure you’re fed up with this kind of thing, but could I get your autograph?”

I patted my pockets, pulled out a trusty business card and a pen.

“Can you sign it to Ryan, please? That’d be cool. I don’t suppose I could have a photo with you…”

Her fingers brushed mine as I passed her the pen, and I felt like a deflating balloon, out of control and violently shrinking. Well, apart from one particular part of my body. Dear God, her touch was potent.

“No, no photo,” she stuttered.

“Of course, no worries, just thought it was worth asking, you know, to prove I’ve really met you.”

She wasn’t very talkative but that didn’t bother me. I was babbling enough myself to keep up her end of the conversation too.

“I can’t be seen in a photo with you,” she exclaimed, rudely.

“No, fair enough, fair enough.” It was incredibly early in the morning, no wonder she was blunt.

“There you go.” She pressed the card back into my hand.

Her skin was so soft and pale, her fingers warm and dainty. I imagined them around my cock for a moment then shook myself from the fantasy.

“Thanks so much.” I couldn’t meet her eye—my cock was so hard and my mind so filled with wanting to fuck her I was scared of letting her see what a pervert I was. “Really, this is awesome. I better let you get on with your shopping.”

“Yes, thanks, Ryan. Have a nice day.” Her accent was heavily American, which surprised me. I knew she’d lived in the US for a good long while but I’d imagined a Yorkshire accent would take a lot of losing!

“Thanks and bye.” I waved like a complete idiot.

She waved back and I walked away. Looking over my shoulder I noticed she was taller than I’d imagined. Her curves were no less attractive, though. Especially her arse, which was perfectly cupped in a pair of faded jeans. What I’d give to do the cupping…

 

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The Three Thieves and The Dom by Elyzabeth M. Valey (@ElyzabethVaLey)

Greetings lovelies! Today I´m here to present my latest novel The Three Thieves and The Dom, book 3 in The Witches’ Mischief Series.

Do you like fairy tales? This series is a collection of Fairy Tales turned Naughty. Book one, The Golden Cock was inspired by The Golden Goose, Book 2, Blind Beauty, was loosely based on The Ugly Duckling and the latest addition, The Three Thieves and The Dom is based on The Three Little Pigs.

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Though each novel can be read as a standalone, you will find that there are two recurring characters: Soussanna and Morgana, the witches.

For centuries Soussanna Wiles has created strife in the world, but her powers have unleashed a force that can only be contained with the help of another: her daughter, Morgana. Now, the darkness is coming and the women must unite forces to fight against it with the strongest magic ever known: love.

But will it be too late?

 

 

The Three Thieves and the DomBlurb:

The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches’ Mischief, 3)

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.

Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.

But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

 

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Excerpt:

“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”

“Yes, Master Conall.”

“Were you frightened then?”

She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”

Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.

“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”

Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted.  Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.

“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”

Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.

Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”

“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.

“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.

“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”

“No.”

Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.

“Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.

Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.

“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”

Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.

“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Master Conall, please.”

“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.

“I cannot.”

“Yes, you can.”

She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.

“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation.  “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.

“I cannot, I don’t—”

“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.

They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.

 

Elyzabeth M. ValeyAuthor Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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