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Tirgearr Publishing is Five! @tirgearr #tirgearr #giveaway #win

It’s one of my publishers’ birthday, but they’re giving the presents!

Join Tirgearr Publishing from 22nd February through 8th March to help celebrate their 5th birthday. Grab selected eBooks for 99c (including one of mine – see more info below), win awesome prizes, including a Kindle Fire HD8 tablet, autographed print books, and much, much more.

So, what are you waiting for? Head to www.tirpub.com/birthday to find out more and enter the giveaway.

And, if you haven’t read my erotic romance novella, One Night in Paris yet, now’s your chance! It’s available at just 99c/p on Amazon for the duration of the celebrations! Grab yours here: http://mybook.to/cnparis

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Donner and Prancer by Robin Badillo (@Robin_Badillo)

Donner and PrancerBlurb:

Noah Donner had it all. Good looks, great job, and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.

Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter, while not nearly as confident about herself when in human form. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira is surprised to learn she’s Noah’s latest target, and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.

Neither can deny the attraction, but Mira will need more than words to trust the sexy Casanova.

Can the two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little Christmas magic?

Links:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance Books Author Page
BookStrand Author Page

 

Excerpt:

Noah nudged her against the door, closing it behind them.

Mira gasped. His smoldering expression turned her stomach upside down, and heat pooled between her legs. Had he cast a spell, stealing away her ability to escape? Her skin tingled at the thought of giving in to his silent intent.

Noah’s hands found her midsection and needy eyes drank her in as though she were a mug of hot, buttered rum on a cold winter’s night.

I’ve totally lost my mind. “Is this really happening?” Did I say that aloud?

Noah’s eyes gleamed and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oh, it’s happening.” He slowly leaned in, and his lips grazed hers, immediately followed by his tongue. Warm swipes plunged deeper with each pass, triggering moisture that dampened her panties.

Mira’s knees buckled and Noah scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the sofa as though she weighed next to nothing.

His kisses grew more passionate. Deeper. Hungrier.

Mira could hardly catch her breath. This was crazy. Insane. “Get the fuck out!”

Noah stopped. A look of confusion and shock flashed in his eyes. “What?”

Mira laughed, covering her mouth as heat rushed to her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sort of slips out whenever I’m surprised.”

Noah’s brow pinched. “You’re surprised?”

She bit back another laugh and went with an enthusiastic nod instead.

“Why?”

Mira’s head spun and she strained to sit upright. How could she explain this? “Men like you don’t come home with women like me, Noah.”

He shook his head. “Why?”

He sounded like a broken record now.

“Be-because,” she said stammering through her reply. “Look at you.”

Noah rose and stood by the sofa, gazing down at her. “What about me?”

“Uh … well, you’re built like a Greek god and you have a reputation as a …” She searched for the correct words—words that held a little more delicacy than man-whore. “Ladies’ man?”

“Humph.” He rested his hands on his hips. “Ladies’ man, huh?”

“I was being polite.” Mira squirmed.

Noah’s eyebrows arched high. “Is that so?” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, Mira?”

Bile shot up in the back of her throat as her nervous demeanor morphed into one a little more hostile. “How I really feel?” Dozens of irritating things about the man came to mind. Everything from his obnoxious, too-loud laugh, to the ugly reindeer sweater he wore, to the Christmas party every friggin’ year. “Well … for starters, you brag about your conquests entirely too much.” She’d keep her comments limited to the facts rather than opinions. “You treat women like trophies and well … you seem to have a serious problem with my ass.” The last part flew out of her mouth so fast she had no time to reel it back in.

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Author Bio:

Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.

After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away. With no particular skills to speak of other than making killer chili con queso, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.

A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her readers’ appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.

Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.

Author Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

Website/Blog: http://www.robinbadillo.com/

Valentines BlisseKiss – A French Affair

vbkIt’s nearly Valentines Day – so you know what that means, don’t you? An extra special Sunday Snog – Valentines BlisseKiss! This is a week-long snogathon with smouldering kisses, fantastic stories and prizes to be won. I’m delighted to be taking part. So, in honour of this event, I’ve chosen one of my most romantic snogs, from A French Affair. Enjoy, and don’t forget to scroll down and check out the prize details.

“Yes, I’m positively quaking in my boots,” Sydney replied dryly. “But thanks anyway, I feel much better knowing you’re looking out for me.”

“I’m doing more than that,” he said quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m wishing I could kiss you.”

“Oh…”

“Can I?”

“Now? Here?”

“Why not? It’s pretty romantic.”

“But people will see.”

“No one will care. This is Paris—they’re all smutty and sex-mad.”

“Really? In that case, that would be lovely.” She twisted her upper body to face him, leaning to meet him halfway. She kept her eyes open a little while, wanting to see his expression, but he quickly got so close he grew blurry, so she squeezed her lids shut. Opening her mouth slightly, a thrill ran through her as she felt his breath against her lips, then finally his mouth on hers. It was tentative at first—she remembered he was as out of practice as she was, even more so in fact—then he clearly grew more comfortable, more confident. His gentle movements grew more passionate, his lips taking hers as though he wanted nothing more in the world than to be kissing her. She certainly hoped that was the case, as it was the way she felt.

Eventually, the relatively chaste kissing was not enough. Harry slipped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her harder onto him and plunged his tongue between her lips. She had to work hard not to let a moan escape—she was sure the people around them were getting enough of a show without her making noises like she was in a porno. Instead, she shifted her own hand to mirror his, tangling her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck and tugging it slightly.

He reacted by kissing her harder, his tongue slipping sensuously against hers, doing a little dance and exploring every sensitive millimetre of her mouth and lips. She was in serious danger of melting into a puddle of lust and being soaked up into the Parisian soil beneath them. Determined to hold her own, she kissed with as much fervour as he, forcing his tongue back into his mouth with hers and returning the favour.

Soon, she became horribly aware that if they continued, they’d be likely to get carried away and end up being arrested for indecent exposure.


You can bag yourself a copy of A French Affair here.

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My Sexy Saturday #16 – #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is you’re sexy to me. Enjoy this snippet from BBW/Rubenesque novella, Mean Girls.

The park was within walking distance, so they left their cars in the leisure center car park and made their way on foot. They passed through the small town center and part of a housing estate, then finally emerged on the edge of the green space.

Oliver pulled open the gate. “After you.”

Adele grinned. “A flatterer, a hero and a gentleman? I’m getting more pleased that I responded to your note every minute.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He unashamedly checked her out as she walked in front of him, shaking his head as he thought about the things the spiteful threesome had been saying about her. He was obviously wired completely differently to them, a polar opposite, because he didn’t see a fat, unattractive woman. He just saw a woman. One who happened to be funny, intelligent, brilliant, sexy and great to be with. As for her body, to him it was a seriously hot body. All boobs and bum and soft bits for him to play with. To tease, to caress, to enjoy. If things got that far, of course. Every second that ticked by increased his belief that they would. After all, if Adele hadn’t been attracted to him on a physical level, it’s unlikely she would have agreed to go out with him in the first place, and the more time they spent together, the more it became apparent they got on together too.

He followed her through the gate, letting it swing shut behind them. He took a couple of strides until he was walking next to her once more and they grinned at each other as they made their way along the path.

“Where are we going?” he said.

“I was thinking it’d be nice to sit by the river. What do you think? Just sit together and chat and hopefully catch some sun.”

You can buy Mean Girls here.

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

Sunday Snog

Illicit RelationsIt’s time for another Sunday Snog and more tantalising lip action from my M/M erotic romance novella, Illicit Relations. Happy reading!

With that, they fell silent. Justin closed the gap between their faces and pressed a tender kiss to Terry’s lips. It was chaste for barely a second before they reached for each other and things became much more passionate. Lips parted, tongues explored, teeth clashed.

Soon the silence was replaced by heavy breathing, gasps and moans. They touched each other’s backs, shoulders and arms, eager for contact. Eager for…more.

Terry had been stiff pretty much as soon as they’d gotten into the taxi. The promise of what would happen next had seen to that. But now he felt close to exploding. His shaft pressed hard against the inside of his boxer shorts and he was damn glad he’d worn them. If not, his poor cock would have been in danger of being shredded by the unforgiving metal of his zipper.

He pulled back, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he said in response to Justin’s confused expression. “That’s just…wow. Can we get naked now?”

The blond grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Their lips melded once more and they turned their exploring hands to the task of undressing one another. They parted briefly to tug off T-shirts, but then they were drawn back together as if by magnets.

Terry scrambled wildly at Justin’s waist, desperate to render him naked so they could roll around on the bed, skin-to-skin. “Argh,” he finally said, the angle just too difficult to achieve his aim. “Just get them off.” He waved at the offending jeans.

As one, they reached down to undo their shoes, tug off their socks, then finally remove their jeans and boxers. Finally they stood facing each other, raking their gazes over each other’s unclothed forms.


You can get your hands on Illicit Relations here.

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

My Sexy Saturday #13 – #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is justify my sexy. Enjoy this snippet from my just-released M/M erotic romance novella, Illicit Relations.

Terry looked up at his cousin, who still looked pretty mad and had spots of color high on his cheeks. He felt color coming to his own face due to Justin’s proximity. It also sent blood rushing to his nether regions at a rate of knots. If Justin didn’t kiss him, didn’t do something, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He’d grab the other man and slam him onto the wooden boards, then take what he’d been longing for for so long. He’d kiss him until he either kissed him back or threw him off. One way or the other, he’d know if they had a future.

He didn’t need to make the first move. He was still thinking dirty thoughts when rough hands gripped his head and held it still while an equally rough mouth captured his.

His first thought—finally. His second—fuuuck! Shortly afterward, his mind went blank of anything but arousal—of anything but want, need, desire. It grew rapidly as their lips melded, their tongues battled and explored and their hands wandered. Before long, Terry had a firm bum cheek in each hand and wanted nothing more than to render them naked and push his tongue between them, to taste, tease and lubricate the tight hole before pressing his cock past its resistance and deep inside Justin. He couldn’t of course—not here, not now. Their entire family was out there, including lots of impressionable young minds. They’d have to stick to slightly more innocent pursuits.

There was nothing innocent about their passion, however—their eager lips, the way they fit together so well, so perfectly. He was consumed—the fact he was kissing a man at all was new, never mind the one he’d been in love with since he was old enough to know what love really meant. He had to fight incredibly hard to hold on to his rational thoughts, to hold back, prevent himself from going too far.

Eventually the fire between them grew so hot, so powerful, that they had to pull away before they got burned. Gasps and murmured expletives filled the air.

“So,” Terry panted, “does this mean you’re willing to give it a go? You’re not bothered if it doesn’t work out and we end up splitting up?”

Justin said nothing. His eyelids were hooded, the orbs beneath still full of intensity, of lust. Of want. In lieu of a reply, he grabbed Terry’s hand and pressed it over his hard cock. After a beat he said, “What do you think?”

You can buy Illicit Relations here – there’s a 30% rebate at All Romance eBooks throughout January, too, if you like to bag a bargain!

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x