Excerpt Tuesday


Blurb
One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.
With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.
Excerpt
“Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”
She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.
As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.
The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”
He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”
Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”
Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.
The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”
It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”
Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”
 “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.


Author Bio
Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

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Sexy Snippet


Here’s my Sexy Snippet for the week. Please visit the others by clicking the picture below. Enjoy! 


Kaily drew circles around her clit, feeling it pebbled into a hard bud. Her breathing grew harsh with each swipe across the head. With her other hand, she cupped her breast, wishing  her  hands  were  Master  J’s,   and soon they would be. No more pretending.
Master J- Are you doing as I asked? 
Kaily- Yes, Sir. 
The  need  to  come  came  crashing  hard  and  still  she  wouldn’t  unless  he allowed her.     

Blurb

On a dare from her good friend, Kaily Summers goes onto a BSDM dating site where she meets Master Jason who’s been mastering her body through a computer screen. In the safety of her home, she can let loose and be herself. She can indulge in the fantasy without risking her heart or at least she thinks so. Now he’s set everything up to meet in person.

Jason has played with many subs since coming into the lifestyle. He’s never allowed anyone in his personal space, but something about her calls to him like no other. He’s certain he’s lost his mind, taking on one on-line, something he’s never done before. Some might call him crazy, but he feels the connection and wants her in his arms and life for good, but will their romance sizzle off the screen, or will they both end up heartbroken?

Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt


Promo for Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt
A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it’s the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens.  Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love.  In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.
Blurb
When Devlin’s car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she’s his best friend’s ex.
Excerpt
Teaser
“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”
“No I am—very attracted.”
He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.
“Wow.”
“I second that, dear.”
“I want to do it again.”
Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.
“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.
“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”
“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.
“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.
“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,” she huffed.
 “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.
“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.
“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?
“Shit, yes.”
“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”
“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.
“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
“Yes.”
She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.
“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18th  and can be bought at Evernight Publishing , Amazon, All Romance  E Reader, and Book strand.
Want to know more about Shyla? You can find her at www.shylacolt.com

Excerpt Tuesday with Marie


Thank you for having me today! I am very happy to share a little excerpt from Your Money or Your Life, book 2 in my Tales of the Highwaymen series. This trilogy was not meant to be one at all, but I loved two of the secondary characters so much that I simply had to give them both their own story and happy ending. All Mine, book 3, will be out January 30, but for now enjoy this steamy excerpt from book 2.
Blurb:
When Jacob fell moving a portrait in the museum where he worked, he was worried about damaging it. He never imagined he would fall into it and wake up in another dimension. Though his day does start to improve when a sexy masked man rides to his rescue…
Gerard thought his friends Adam and Eloise would be the enchanted portrait’s only victims, but when he finds a gorgeous but bewildered young man wandering in the woods, he realizes how wrong he was. Now he has to enlist the help of a man he can’t stand to put a stop to the magic, even though he’d much rather be spending that time in the arms of the sexy man now sharing his home.
Teaser (R-rated):
Gerard couldn’t understand the world his new friends had come from. So many things sounded wonderful, but at times the cruelty of their world shocked him. “I’m sorry. You were afraid of being shunned or persecuted?”
Jacob nodded. “I never told anyone I was gay until I met a guy I wanted to date, usually. If I knew he was gay and knew he liked me, I’d let my guard down. I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t want to be judged. My town was very small, and no one who came out stayed long because the reaction in town was so bad. I moved when I went to college, and I was starting to feel confident about coming out.” He shrugged and looked around the room. “And now I’m here.”
“You’ve no need to fear anything here, I can assure you.” Gerard smiled. “And anyone who wanted to harm you in any way would have to get through me first.”
“So, you’re going to be my permanent champion? My dashing outlaw?”
Gerard guffawed. “Outlaw? I’m not quite that.”
“Aren’t you a highwayman? I asked about your mask, and Adam and Eloise said you were.”
“But not really an outlaw.” Gerard considered his statement. “All right, I do steal from people, but it’s not what you’re thinking.” He searched his brain for the name that Adam had mentioned several times. “I’m like Robin Hood.”
Jacob smiled. “Are you, now?”
Nodding, he said, “Yes. There’s a large gap between the very rich and the very poor here. There’s the king and the nobles, and then we have everyone else. There is very little social climbing, as Adam called it. I try to help where I can. We never take jewels or personal items, just money. And only from those who will not miss it. A few actually cooperate because they know the truth.”
“How many are in your gang?”
“Actually, without Adam, it’s just me for now. My men tend to retire when they get married. They need more stability in their lives and their incomes.” Holding up his hand, he gestured around. “The family that lived here abandoned it, claimed it was haunted. Hardly anyone will even come near it, so I live here comfortably enough. No one objects. I do odd jobs here and there, but most of the families I’ve helped see that I am well taken care of.” He grinned. “Got lots of other men’s wives cooking for me.”
“Sounds like an almost charmed existence, in its way.” Jacob laughed. “So, you’re looking for new recruits?”
“Are you volunteering?”
After a long pause, Jacob nodded. “Sure. What else am I going to do? It’ll at least be a way to repay you, earn my keep.”
Gerard raised one eyebrow. “All right, though I had several inventive ideas for how you could earn your keep.”
Jacob looked down for a moment, and then he slowly glanced back up. “Maybe you can enlighten me.”
Gerard tried his best to rein himself in and hoped Jacob would not notice his half-mast erection. “One night when you’re stronger.”
Jacob smiled as his eyes lowered again briefly. “But you have to keep me awake tonight, remember?”
The look in Jacob’s eyes had Gerard hard and ready in an instant. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I took advantage of my guest in such a way.”
Jacob moved closer, running his hand up Gerard’s thigh but stopping before actually touching his groin. “True, I’m probably not up to … certain activities … but it seems you’re ready for anything.”
“It’s been a while.”
“For me, too.” Jacob cupped him, but he wasn’t too aggressive. He ran the palm of his hand over Gerard’s shaft, locking eyes with him.
“We just met today. I don’t want you to regret this.” Gerard didn’t want to regret it either, didn’t want to care for a man and not be able to keep him again. But Jacob’s touch was like heaven.
Jacob examined Gerard’s leather pants, and then he began to unlace them. “These pants have been driving me mad ever since I first saw you. Even when I was confused as hell, they were distracting me.” He freed Gerard’s cock and stroked it. “I’m tired of hiding and being timid, denying my desires. I do not want a gentleman—I want the fantasy that rode up and saved me today.”
Gerard laughed low in his throat, arching up a bit as Jacob worked his cock. He wanted those lips wrapped around him, wanted to fuck that tempting mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a fantasy before.”
Jacob stroked harder, still looking into Gerard’s eyes. “Trust me. Compared to every other man I’ve been with, you’re exotic and exciting, a very wet dream come true.”
Gerard cupped Jacob’s face and ran his thumb over his lips. “Suck me off. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I pulled you up onto my horse.”
Jacob smiled and licked the head of Gerard’s cock. “I felt your cock against my ass. I think that’s what kept me from going crazy, grounded me to reality.”
Gerard started to reply, but then he groaned as Jacob’s mouth engulfed him. Their banter had him aching, and Jacob’s mouth was hot and sweet. Gerard couldn’t believe this amazing man had called himself timid. He knew how to suck cock, bringing Gerard right to the edge but then easing off in a sweetly tortuous way.
Jacob’s tongue teased up and down the vein on the underside of Gerard’s cock. He ran his fingers through Jacob’s chestnut brown hair, loving the way the man moaned as he sucked. Jacob seemed to be enjoying himself very much. After Alexander’s betrayal, Gerard had believed he would never be able to inspire this kind of desire, but Jacob was proving him wrong.
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Excerpt Tuesday


Before we get to this week’s Excerpt Tuesday, I have news to share. On A Dare has been nominated as Best BDSM Book over at Love Romances Cafe. Voting starts on Jan 10. I’ll post the link as soon as it’s posted.

This week’s excerpt comes from On A Dare.

Blurb
On a dare from her good friend, Kaily Summers goes onto a BSDM dating site where she meets Master Jason who’s been mastering her body through a computer screen. In the safety of her home, she can let loose and be herself. She can indulge in the fantasy without risking her heart or at least she thinks so. Now he’s set everything up to meet in person.
Jason has played with many subs since coming into the lifestyle. He’s never allowed anyone in his personal space, but something about her calls to him like no other. He’s certain he’s lost his mind, taking on one on-line, something he’s never done before. Some might call him crazy, but he feels the connection and wants her in his arms and life for good, but will their romance sizzle off the screen, or will they both end up heartbroken?
Excerpt
Making their way inside the bedroom, he placed her on her feet. She felt his muscles bunch as her body slid along his. His erection rested at her stomach. Heat pooled deep inside of her. Fear fluttered through her mind, but honestly she had nothing to worry about. They’d played many times online. This time was for real––finally.
“I want you to take off your clothes, fold them, and then hand them to me. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
Grabbing the hem of her dress, she lifted it up and over. Jason’s gaze never wavered, watching every move she made as he always did on cam. Undressing her with those deep chocolate brown eyes which took on a darker tint. She folded the dress, took her bra and thong off doing the same.
“Good girl. From now until you come you’re to call me Master J. No talking unless you’re
screaming, moaning or screaming my name.”
Kaily nodded not trusting her voice at the moment. Her nipples pebbled with each command that came from him. He’d not touched her and yet she felt moisture starting to drip down her legs. How could he make her so needy, with just a few words?
“Spread your legs. That’s it. Good girl.” He dropped to his knees, stroking her inner thigh. Leaning in, he licked up her juices. The first touch of his warm lips sent jolts through her body forcing her to jerk closer to his mouth. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, he ran his tongue up her leg and his thumb found her tight little nub and started rubbing. His other hand kneaded her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Need soared from her body. She needed more of him, needed him deep inside of her, filling her.
Son of a bitch. He’d touched her for less than five minutes and already her body had lit up like a Christmas tree. Jason replaced his fingers with his mouth. Oh. God. The man knew how to use his tongue. Biting down on her lip and hoping to stop the orgasm that came roaring closer. It was no use, Jason didn’t show any mercy as he licked her from slit to clit and back. He pulled her clit into his mouth and bit down gently. The assault on her breast stopped and she almost protested from the loss of sensation.
Kaily grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Fire rushed to her clit, her breathing grew faster along with her orgasm. Jason lifted her leg over his shoulder opening her up more. Every part of her tingled, ached for his touch.
“Come, my sweet pet. I want you to give me your cream.”

Sexy Snippets


Those of us at The Nuthouse Scribblers have come up with a new idea, “Sexy Snippets.” Join us each Sun as we post seven sentences from a work in progress, a new release or an older release. To read everyone else’s, click the picture below.

Here’s my sexy snippet for the week. Enjoy!
Alex’s knuckles brushed against her cheek, and even though she told herself not to lean into his touch, she did anyway. If only her heart would listen and tell him to go to hell and get away from her, but it wouldn’t. She sighed. She gave into his touch and let it wash over her again. He smiled down at her with the crooked sexy smile that always made her heart skip a beat, and it was no different when he did it now. He leaned down, his mouth a breath away, and she held hers waiting to see what he’d do next. Ever so slowly his lips brushed against hers like an angel’s kiss, and she didn’t feel his mouth against hers anymore.

Blurb

Tasha Thomas’s life has been turned upside down. One day at work she finds evidence that her boss, the mayor, is heading up a sex ring. She’s in over her head. He sends his men after her for knowing too much information, so she runs to her husband Alex for help.

Alex is shocked to see his wife, who left months ago, on his doorstep. He’s never gotten over her leaving. Now he vows to protect her with his very last breath. Except all the evidence points to her being guilty of being the head of the sex ring his FBI team has been trying to bring down. Can he prove her innocence and show her that they still belong together before he loses her for good?