Monthly Archives: July 2013

Love stories rock with Carlene Love


New Release Post for Alyssa Fox J
Hi Alyssa, readers and visitors!  It’s great to be here today talking about hot summer reads, rock stars and a cute country town that has no idea what it’s in for when native son Jaxon James returns home.  Sin’s Flower was such a fun book to write because of those opposing dynamics.  I’ll give Jaxon credit, he tried to be good for his homecoming.  It just didn’t go quite as planned.  I hope you enjoy the sneak peek I’ve brought with me today.  Stay cool and have a great summer!
Love stories rock!
Carlene Love


 
Sin’s Flower Blurb:
When Jaxon James, a sexy rock star and struggling single-father, is invited to ditch California and spend Christmas in Tennessee with his estranged family, he hesitantly accepts for his young daughter’s sake.  But his attraction to his best friend’s baby sister, Lily Elstone, threatens to unravel the bonds he’s made for his daughter.  The honorable thing to do would be to give up Lily.  But his instincts are telling him she’s exactly the one who could bring light to his life and the missing fire to his bed.  Unfortunately, Lily’s too sweet for his world.  He fears his rock and roll life style will taint her.   How far are Jaxon and Lily willing to go to find what’s missing at home?
Sin’s Flower Excerpt:
Jaxon watched Lily’s hands sinking down into the sand from behind as hesitancy chopped up his steps.  Years of ending up in dire situations had made him a decisive man when he needed to be.  He was making one of those executive decisions right now.  It didn’t matter why she’d come.  And he was close to dismissing his reluctance over whose baby sister she was.  Not when she wore that swishing angelic lavender top that covered her from neck to shoulder to fingertip, driving him insane with curiosity.  God, and that flaming hair which had gone from neon just yesterday to a flattering shade of cinnamon temptation tonight.  His grip tightened around the folding chairs he’d gone to fetch.  Purposefully, he slowed down. 
Then stopped. 
Wanting her was one thing, but hurting this young woman was not okay.
Standing back, he took another couple minutes to contemplate what could happen tonight.  What he could control and make happen. 
He knew they should talk.  He just hoped she didn’t mind how close he intended on being to her while that happened.  His grip loosened and one of the folding lounge chairs fell to the sand.  There would be plenty of room for the both of them on the one.  He walked until he made it back to her side and unfolded the chair to its full length. 
“Uh, hi,” she said shyly, her brow furrowing in concentration.
“Hey.”  He sat down and held his arms out to assist her.  “Sit with me?”  He hadn’t given her much of a choice and caught her eye scanning the sandy trail where he’d come from.  “Yeah, I figured we didn’t need that one.”
“Oh, okay.  Wait, just so we’re clear here.  You want me to sit, where exactly?”
God, she would kill him tonight.  That amount of cute couldn’t be faked.  “Here, with me.”  Her eyes widened in disbelief so he scooted until he was flush with the back of the nylon chair and then opened his legs, letting one straddle each side.  “There’s room.”
“You’re crazy,” she said shaking her head.
He let out a faked huff.  His quick decision had been too fast for her and she wouldn’t believe this was his way of comforting her.  “I’ll go fetch the other chair.”
She gouged her hand into her hip.  “Wait.  It’s just…I really don’t think I’m gonna fit.”
A hurricane couldn’t have swayed her decision to stay put.  But she eventually bent her knees, bracing herself with strong hands, and lowered herself until her squeezable bottom met the chair.  Because he wanted her closer, he took the liberty of placing his hands at each side of her waist and scooted her back until she was flush with his chest and his lap. 
On second thought, that was way too close. 
Someone would kill him for the throbbing going on so close to their little sister.  He wiggled an inch of space between Lily and his now obvious and straining erection.  The last thing he wanted to do was leave her thinking he was incapable of a conversation without sex ending up front and center.  He had amazing amounts of control in that department.  It came along with all the years he’d practiced on the road.  Tonight, plainly put, he just wanted to be close to someone, to Lily.  And this was the way he knew how to do that.
“So what did you want to talk about?” he asked.
“I, I don’t know.”  It sounded like nerves had her.
They didn’t have to start with words.  Fuck him for his appetite but he could say more by doing this anyway. 
Hey you, horny fucker.  This is the part where you pat her on the head, say you’re sorry, and send her back to her big sister.  This is not the time for indulging.  Pack it up, Jaxon.
Yeah, no questions about it.  That’s what he should do.
Buy Links for Sin’s Flower:
Evernight / Amazon / All Romance e-Books / BookStrand
A bit about Carlene:
Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her travelling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things have always inspired her to think up edgy, intimate love stories and continue to do so. If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.
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http://carlenelove.com/
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/carlene-love-flores/
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http://waterworldmermaids.com/


Guardian Possession by Michaela Rhua


Guardian Possession by Michaela Rhua


Long Blurb
Royanne longs to be free of everyone’s expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn between loathing him and wanting him.
Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.
Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel. She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth loving?
Excerpt.
“Oh, okay.” Royanne seemed to accept who he was. But then, he knew she would; being a demon with the ability to possess minds, he could easily mold her thoughts. She stepped out of the doorway more into the alleyway.
That’s good, feel comfortable with me.
“I saw you dancing, you move well,” he commented.
“Thank you. I am Royanne.” She offered her hand.
Yes, contact, that is what I need again.
He took his hands out of his pocket and reached out. His large, calloused hand enveloped hers, and her warmth met his cold. She was soft, and he wondered if the rest of her was the same.
“I’m Zach, good to meet you,” Zach replied while inching closer. Touching her was enough to establish a link to her mind. I have you now. She was still wary but calm. Underneath the layers of her mind was something else. Need. This I can work with.
“So, how you finding life at base?” he asked, still holding her hand.
“Well, you know fun, fun, fun!” she replied sarcastically.
He could feel she was unhappy.
“It all helps for the future, you know.” He sensed her need for freedom.
Royanne moved her hand away, but he noticed she lingered at little as they released their grips. He had her now; her mind was his, but he needed more. A taste of her, then the link would be stronger. Damn, there were too many people passing the entrance to the alleyway for him to make his move now. If he got her wanting him enough to go to a hotel room, that would be perfect.
He could read strands of desire in her mind. He planted more, he planted himself. This little Guardian was proving easier to manipulate than he had first thought. But what did they know of strength? All their kind was good for was the torture of the young and weak. He was no longer young or weak. The Dark Master had ensured they took care of him, nurtured, and trained to be a warrior of worth. Zach reached out and touched her bare arm lightly. With feather-like fingers, he stroked her skin. Royanne’s gaze drifted to his fingers playing on her skin. She had not recoiled, which was good. He became bolder as he moved his hands to her shoulder. Her skin was warm and smooth. Zach maintained eye contact, knowing it would strengthen his bond with her. He caressed her cheek, and he slid his other hand lower to hold her curved hip and then her rounded ass. He massaged her ass cheek, and when no resistance was apparent, he lowered his lips to her pinky full lips, that called to him to kiss and claim. She seemed frozen to the spot. Yes, just as he liked them, under his control, helpless. He had her mind.
Fire met ice. She kissed him back with equal force, which surprised him. Does this Guardian actually want me? Her hands drifted to his hips, and he felt her grip tighten, and she brought him closer into her. Oh hell, she tastes so good. He let his tongue play with her mouth, then dart between those parted  sweet lips. Her mouth was wet and warm, just as he hoped her pussy would be when his cock entered her. He cupped her breast with one hand and found her nipple taut. Kissing down her neck, he lowered her strap down her shoulder to reveal a heavy breast waiting for him. He played with her nipples with his fingers before his mouth took over. He licked them all over, the tip of his tongue flicking backward and forward.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
Then he took her wet nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hips moved with every suck. Zach wondered how wet she was. He continued sucking but used one hand to lift her dress up and brought the other hand straight to her panties. He was delighted to find them getting damp. He pulled the seam aside, and he discovered she was smooth.
“Oh, so wet for me, Royanne,” he said as he kissed down her stomach.
Her mind told him she wanted his mouth where his fingers played. He tore the scrap of material away and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He hungered for her, so he went to work with his mouth and tongue. Licking around her swollen lips, he sucked her clit before letting his tongue establish a rhythm. Royanne moaned and grabbed his head, pushing her hips farther into his face. The enemy tasted divine, sweet and musky. She was so close, he could read her fully now.
But no! Control was important now. He could not let her come here in this alleyway; he needed her alone to complete his mission. He stopped and got to his feet. Her eyes were dazed, and her mind was confused.
“Why did you stop?” she questioned.
“Not here.” He scanned the alleyway. “I want you on a bed where I can enjoy you fully.” He knew she agreed.
“I’ll get my purse and follow you out,” she said, straightening her dress.
Available from:
Breathless Press
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Amazon UK
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Author Bio:
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.

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Guest Post: Nikki Prince—Taming Dru


First of all thanks so much for having me here.  I had so much fun writing this story.  Taming Dru is my first foray into a female/female experience and I’m quite pleased with it.  The story at first was supposed to be a male/female story and then the next thing I know the characters were calling out for it to be different.  I’m glad it was.  I don’t think it could have been written any other way in fact I know it couldn’t be.  Drusilla is a character that needed a softer hand to take her to task and Flora was that for her.  You’ll see what I mean in the excerpt…now by softer I don’t mean necessarily that she’s gentler than a guy would be when being a Domme…but I mean by beaning that feminine touch that Drusilla craves even when Drusilla doesn’t realize it.


Once Upon a Dream, 4
Drusilla Trumane has been a naughty girl. Flora LeBeau knows just what to do to tame the beast.
When beauties Drusilla Trumane and Flora LeBeau meet, the only thing beastly is Dru’s behavior. But Domme Flora has just the cure for that.
Drusilla’s ghastly attitude may have alienated her from her sisters, but Flora sees beneath the façade to the hurt woman beneath. Refusing to be turned away by her snide comments and bitchy attitude, Flora continues to bring the haughty woman to her knees, showing her at every turn she knows what she needs.
Desperate to retreat to the safety her walls provide, Dru agrees to allow Flora one night. Will twenty-four hours be enough to get the other woman out of her mind and her heart? Be Warned: BDSM, rimming, flogging, f/f sex
Excerpt:
“I get it. You’re in denial.”
Flora was twirling the ball gag around in her fingers, all the while the expression on her face was one of extreme contentment and confidence.
“In denial about what?” Drusilla frowned.
“What you desire, my girl.”
“And just what would that be? You’ve known me all of what, ten minutes?”
“Oh I know exactly what you want and what you need. Hell, anyone within a few feet of you could tell what you want and smell what you’re thinking.” The grin that Flora shot Drusilla pissed her off.
“You don’t know me, nor do you know what I want or even need.”
“When’s the last time you came to an image of a man, if you ever have.”
She gasped. “What kind of fucking question is that?”
“An honest one that I want the answer to, petite amie.”
“That’s none of your fucking business.”
“We’re back to that?”
“Yes, we’re back to that, and you better not try to use that shit on me.”
“Oh, I love a challenge. You’re going to find that out rather quickly.”
Before Drusilla could react, Flora was in her lap, straddling her in the chair. She pressed against her, tangling her fingers into Drusilla’s hair and tugging.
In shock Drusilla just stared at Flora. Flora pulled her head close with a tug of her hair. Like a deer stuck in the headlights, Drusilla could only watch as Flora pressed their mouths together, and then she was lost. Oh fuck.
She moaned softly into Flora’s mouth as the other woman nibbled at her bottom lip, then licked it, teasing her tongue into her mouth. Flora tasted of warmth and cinnamon. Spicy and sweet. Her scent was just as delicious. She smelled of freshly cut roses. She was fragrant and delectable. Drusilla’s head fell back against the chair, and she gasped for breath. She was breathing just as crazy as Flora had said. That brought her back to her senses, and she started struggling.
In a split second, her hands were wrapped up in the bondage tape and pulled up above her head and held against the wall that the chair rested against. She struggled and found that she couldn’t free herself.
Flora had fucking put her hands up against the wall on some sort of hook that held her snuggly in place, and she was unable to free herself. Shit, who knew that the petite woman was strong. Looks were definitely deceiving. God, why did she like what she was doing to her. She’d soaked her panties.
“Now if you’re going to be a good girl, I won’t tie you the rest of the way up.”
“Get off of me and let me fucking go.”
“Wrong answer, kitten.”
She couldn’t kick out because the other woman was sitting in her lap. She was arched in a way that even if the other woman got off of her, there wasn’t much she could do to free herself. The only thing she could do was rock back and forth trying to get her off her lap. It didn’t work.
Flora snickered and pulled on her hair, arching her head back.
“Still think I can’t subdue you, kitten? I suggest you put away your claws and play nice, or I’m going to gag you.”
Drusilla glared at her. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“You’ve already seen what I would dare. That should tell you I’d dare so much more.”
Flora got off her lap with a chuckle and grabbed one of her legs, locking it into the cuff that was at the bottom of the chair. A cuff Dru hadn’t seen until now. Fuck. Flora gave the other leg the same attention.
Standing back to her full height, Flora had her hands on her hips, the ball gag still hanging from one hand.
“So tell me what wouldn’t I dare to do again?”
“I­­—” her words were cut off as the ball gag was shoved into her mouth and the strap placed over her head.
“I like it much better when you’re quiet, kitten. You roar so fiercely but inside you’re a cuddly little cat needing to be stroked.” Flora stroked her finger against her cheek, and Drusilla tried to flinch away.
“That’s okay, kitty cat. I’m going to enjoy taming you.”
Flora turned towards the door that had opened, and Drusilla saw Anastasia enter. Shit. This was all she needed, her sister seeing her tied up like a trussed-up goose.
Buy links:
Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/taming-dru-by-nikki-prince/
Amazon:
UK:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Taming-Once-Upon-Dream-ebook/dp/B00DNR5U2U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1372609418&sr=8-2&keywords=Taming+Dru
US:  http://www.amazon.com/Taming-Once-Upon-Dream-ebook/dp/B00DNR5U2U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1372609581&sr=8-2&keywords=taming+dru
Bookstrand:  http://www.bookstrand.com/taming-dru-ff
Allromanceebooks:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tamingdru-1225582-147.html
For all the other books in the series  and my other books from other publishers please check out:
http://authornikkiprince.com/bookshelf/
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Bio:
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director.  She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

The Orgasm Project with Doris O’Connor


Thanks so much for having me here today J
Inspiration is a funny thing and it comes in so many shapes and forms. My muse has a real thing for prompts. Be that submission calls, pictures, or indeed word prompts. My story The Orgasm Project started with these three words.
Not even once.
That was the prompt given for a 250 word flash, and immediately I had my heroine. Unable to orgasm with a man she was frustrated and sitting in a bar with her best friend, admitting to this fact. They were watched over by two drop-dead-gorgeous hunks and the rest, as they say, is history. You can read the original flash here.Just scroll through the comments and you will find my entry.
Carter and Jake kept niggling at me until I wrote their story, and the Orgasm Project was born.
Enjoy!
*grins*
I certainly had fun writing this little hot tale. After all, there is only thing hotter than one hunk, and that’s two, right? Especially when they’re shifters. All that delicious growling…
In fact, my editor had me in stitches by making this comment!
“Growls and grumbles again? You’re writing shifter stories just so I can’t get rid of too many of these, aren’t you? J“
Can you say busted?
Blurb:
What’s a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?
 Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?
Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.
Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?
Excerpt:                                                                            
“What if I don’t want to go home with you?”
She opened her eyes to find Jake smiling down at her. Carter’s gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in stunned fascination.
“What are you?” The question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned at her stupidity.
“You know what we are.” Jake said, his hot breath a whisper’s breadth away from her neck as he sniffed her again. “Look into yourself and tell me that you don’t feel this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your sweet scent. You’re wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and that’s not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you, have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months ago.”
“You can’t be serious.”                                                               
Anastasia shook her head and pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She put up no resistance to Jake’s questing digits trailing up her inner thigh. Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria’s insistence, his hand inched ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.
If she thought he smelled good, then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin, and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.
He added another finger and then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue’s thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent demands of her body.  Her hands fisted in his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.
The car lurched round a corner and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her body backwards. Carter’s strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.
“My turn to taste her, brother.” The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake’s kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter’s head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.
Unlike the weak orgasms she had managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake’s hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.
Jake finally broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.
“All ours,” the men grumbled in unison.
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Excerpt Tuesday with Iyana Jenna


Alyssa, thank you for the opportunity to guest blog on your space!
Before I go on with my new book, Release Me from Evernight Publishing, I want to talk a bit about my friend who first introduced me to the reading world. We were friends at the elementary school. We and another friend always played together when we were on grades 1 to 3. (I moved out of town on grade 4.) We often went to each other’s house to play and when I went to her house one day, she showed me a red velvet treasure box (with a key!) She opened it and I was, like, ooh! It wasn’t gold or silver or toys or dolls inside it. No. They were books!  I don’t remember all of their titles but if I’m not mistaken most of them were books by Enid Blyton, such as Famous Five, Secret Seven, and Malory Towers. I fell in love immediately with the Famous Five and begged my mom to buy me the complete series. I guess those books really made me love reading so much, and end up with writing as well. I owe my friend for that!

Blurb:
Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.
Gregory Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust Nicholas enough with his life?
Excerpts:
Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it landed with a slap on Nicholas’s plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as though his father had shouted at him.
Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?
“You ever plan to tell us about this, Nicholas?”
Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.
“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me to talk about it before everything was done.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”
She threw her hands up.
“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”
“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.
His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us didn’t know anything about it?”
“A moment after Greg was released from the hospital.”
“Wow. That fast?”
Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse me of being a playboy anymore.”
“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand, and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out the other day?”
“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.” Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring finger.  Gregory had exactly the same kind of ring around his finger.
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A month earlier
It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them. Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.
Today, though, he ended up not alone.
BUY LINK:
Evernight Publishing                 Amazon                  All Romance E-books                         Bookstrand
A little about me:
Hi!
I’m Iyana Jenna and you can call me Iyana. I like writing, romance, and man love so as you can see on this site, you’re mostly going to find m/m stories whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be too heavy on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.​
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Need You Tonight by Jezebel Jorge


A Note fro Jezebel:
Need You Tonight started out as a dare from my favorite ex. He challenged me to write a hot story with him as the hero and have it ready for him when he would be in town for a WWE Monday Night Raw taping at the Bridgestone Arena. A little verbal foreplay, you might say…
Our relationship began much like Saffron and Mik’s. I approached him in a hotel parking lot wanting to get even with a cheating ex by hooking up with the one guy he hated. Some twenty-five years later and we’re still pissing off J— every chance we get.
I hope you’ll check out my story and have as much fun as I did in reliving all those awesome 1980s Hot ‘Lanta nights.


Need You Tonight by Jezebel Jorge
Evernight Publishing Romance On The Go
Heat Level 3
Released June 10, 2013
Blurb:
Saffron has as thing for muscled up, bad boy pro wrestlers. Going to the matches, and actually getting to hang out with the guys she sees on TV every week, is both an ego trip and an escape from her less than exciting real life. When she catches her favorite guy with another girl, she decides to get even with the cheating ex by seducing his arch rival.
Mik Daring isn’t known for turning down the temptations of life on the road. He’s more than willing to piss off his most hated nemesis in the ring with some action between the sheets.
Their attraction is so intense that by the next morning they both know one night of passion will never be enough.
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Excerpt:
He gave her ass another playful swat and then yanked away the pillows to resume his comfortable position propped against the headboard.
“What do you want?” She crawled up to him on all fours, her eyes sparkling with a wary eagerness that somehow put him on edge. 
How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go for him?
“Undo my tie.”
Mik had to fight the urge to kiss her as she loosened the knot on his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He took the tie from her and for just a second considered using it to bind her hands. No, not yet. He wasn’t ready to go there yet. Not with her.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he said.
Like a good little girl, she did as he asked, slowly working open each button, almost as if she were teasing him by not allowing her hand to slip and touch his skin. It would be so easy to tie her up and just fuck the hell out of her. Get her out of his room and out of his head quick and easy with no unnecessary complications.
She reached to untuck his shirt and he tightened his grip on the tie.
“No.” He stopped her with just the single word. “Take off my shoes.”
Saffron slid her naked body down to his feet and stuck her bottom up in the air as she removed first one shoe and then the other. He knew she was working it as she straddled his legs, bending ever so slightly to give him the occasional sweet peeks of her pussy. 
He got so distracted by the view that he forgot to tell her it was okay to remove his socks. Her touch was electric as she kneaded the sole of his foot with surprisingly strong hands. Damn if he felt the pleasure all the way up to his dick.
“Okay,” he said, struggling to keep his composure. “That feels great, but… let’s keep going.”
She crawled back up to face him. Not touching him. Just waiting for his next command. He glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants and her eyes followed. Those freaky lilac crocus eyes.
“May I?” Saffron’s hand hovered over his belt.
He’d thought of her by name. This girl had so quickly become more than just another on the road piece of ass. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that. Thinking was highly overrated in a situation like this. “Go for it.”
About the Author:
Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and medium. Her indie released Ring Dreams series features wicked witches and hot pro wrestlers. She is also recounting her spirit guide, Odessa’s life with a series of hot short reads. If you would like to sample one of Odessa’s stories for free and sign up for our newsletter just email a receipt from purchasing Need You Tonight and I will send you a Smashwords coupon code for your choice of a free download of Under My Skin or The Lady is A Tramp. JezebelJorge(at)gmail.com
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Excerpt Tuesdays with Adriana Kraft


Blurb
Bad boy meets bad girl – is that all there is?
Passionate, hard working and every inch a business woman, Chicago realtor Kitty Paige likes her sex raw and edgy, and sees no reason to limit herself to just one man. Never married and not quite forty, the striking blonde has successfully raised her daughter, Susan, and is already pushing her new-found freedom to the limits.
Wealthy commodities middle-man and race horse owner Jared Jacobs is father of the best man at Susan’s wedding. He is smitten by the vision in yellow who exudes sex as she escorts her daughter down the aisle. Also single, the handsome mustached California ranch owner with mischievous eyes views his sex life as a series of splendid love affairs, and sets out to make Kitty next on the list.
Together and apart, their chemistry is explosive, and their sparkling repartee and steamy sex catch both partners by surprise. Jared is first to recognize he’s fallen in love. When Kitty panics, can Jared finesse his every move and reel her in?

Excerpt:
Frowning at the unfamiliar number on her caller I.D., Kitty nodded at the contractor she’d hired to do the rehab on a nineteen-twenties four-square she planned on reselling within the next six months. She’d been making the rounds of the four construction projects she had underway. It was her experience that if she didn’t keep routine tabs on them, the projects slowed. Contractors often responded to the squeaky wheel.
She smiled as she carefully made her way across the sub-flooring, making sure her high heels resonated through the empty house. She knew that sound translated into power with most construction workers. As usual, she’d chosen her wardrobe with her day in mind. This was not a day for refined, potentially high-paying buyers. This was a day for making sure the men she hired didn’t forget they were working for her. In addition to her blue high heels, she’d chosen a beaded pair of blue denim hip huggers and a simple canary yellow cardigan that failed to reach her jeans.
She avoided eye contact with the workers as she made her way to her car. She saw no need to embarrass them as they fantasized about her ass. One of her goals was to be the squeakiest wheel contractors ever heard. So far, she seemed to be meeting her goal.
She chuckled, leaned up against the car and glanced back toward the four-square. Men working on its siding quickly found something to do. Damn, she loved being a woman.
She punched a button on her cell, retrieving and returning the most recent call. Brushing her hair aside, Kitty brought the phone to her ear.
She startled when she heard the deep drawl.
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