Night of the Horse with Elodie Parkes


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Today Elodie is talking about her hot new Evernight Publishing release, Night of the Horse

 

‘Night of the Horse’ is erotic paranormal romance. A steamy contemporary love story with a twist. It’s set in present day England in a semi-rural town. Summer had just begun and Rosie, our heroine is feeling wistful. She’s lonely beginning to wonder if she’ll ever find love.

It’s a ‘Romance on the Go’ line book and so is short, about 12,000 words.

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A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse…they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

http://www.amazon.com/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-of-the-horse-by-elodie-parkes/

I’ve brought along one of my heroes and the heroine from the book today so sparks might fly a little

Meet Rosie and Justin

 

Rosie would you like to tell the readers about how you and Justin met?

 

Rosie:

I was on the high street in the town where I live, and saw a poster advertising dance classes, so I inquired. It was the best thing I ever did. I met Justin in the shop where they were enrolling people. I was so attracted to him right away. You liked me too didn’t you Justin I could tell by the way you looked at me with your gorgeous brown eyes?

Justin:

I loved you right away, but then I’d seen you long before you came into the shop. You didn’t know that then of course.

Rosie:

Better not say much about that or it will be a spoiler. Let’s just say Justin and Jude have a mysterious secret.

Justin:

True. We all met at that time. Jude, Rosie, and me. (he leans over and kisses her cheek)

Justin can you think of anything you would have liked to be different in the story?

Justin: No I like the way the story unfolds and lets you see how we fell in love and why. I think Jude wanted more sex in the story, but seriously, it’s already loaded. I really like the way I get to make love to Rosie first. I love the ending don’t you darlin’? (grabs Rosie’s hand and sucks fingertips)

Rosie:

I do love the ending, because it’s so happy, although I do very much like the love scene before the ending segment.

Justin:

Me too. (Justin puts his arm around her shoulders and Rosie kisses his ear. Now he’s holding her head with a handful of her hair and…now they are kissing…)

We are in public you two. How about telling the story?

(They stop kissing, but remain cuddled against each other. Justin is stroking Rosie’s neck. I’m ignoring it.)

Rosie:

I’d like a different name, maybe something more exotic.

Justin: No way. Rosie suits you because you’re lovely like a flower.

Justin tell us something about Rosie, how would you describe her in a few words?

 

Justin: Rosie is strong, sexy, intelligent, pretty, she’s my dream come true.

 

Rosie: And you’re mine.

Rosie describe Justin in a few words.

 

Rosie: He’s loving, he’s sexy, and surprising too. He’s creative, an artist. He teaches dance. He’s kind and generous. He’s gentle, wraps me up in a haze of lust…

Justin:

Let’s just give the readers an excerpt to read and that way I can take you home to bed.

 

I think that might be a good idea. Thanks for coming along to the blog today…mmm maybe I should have said visiting the blog since you two can hardly keep your hands off each other.

 

Excerpt from ‘Night of the Horse’ 18+

They stopped only to breathe. Rosie unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. She trailed her fingers along to the front of his thighs. They were hard and muscled. Justin’s tongue pushed against her lips and opened her mouth. As his tongue slid against hers, she took hold of his cock. His erection felt huge and inviting.

He moved his hips, pushing into her hands and kissed her harder. Rosie went liquid, wanting to make love. Her panties were damp against her pussy as she stroked Justin’s cock. She wanted him so badly that when he stripped off her clothes, kissing her as he went she made soft whimpering sounds. He stepped back to take his jeans off, and watched her as she stood waiting for him.

As soon as he was naked, she leaped on him. He laughed as he caught her, and she put her legs around his hips. He kissed her mouth.

“You’re lovely, so sexy.” His voice low, he kissed her again before walking her into the lounge room. He sat down on her sofa and Rosie straddled him. He smiled and kissed her, pulling her up by her hips until she knelt, her legs on either side of his thighs. He stroked his knuckles along her pussy as his tongue slid against hers in another devastating kiss. Then he put a finger into her and Rosie moaned. She pressed onto his hand and he smiled against her lips.

“You’re wet for me.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Q&A With Raven McAllan


I got some amazing news this morning. Bound To Protect is a Bestseller on ARe in the suspense category and also a hot-selling title on Bookstrand.

Today, I’m over at three different places.

  1.  London Saint James ‘s blog with an author interview along with a giveaway of my newest release Bound To Protect.
  2. Sex Marks The G-Spot with an excerpt.

 For Question and Answers, I have Raven McAllan with me today.

How long have you been writing? seriously, just over a year casually for ever it seems.
What made you pick writing erotic? (Laughs) I didn’t, I think it picked me
Are you the kind of author who needs a certain drink or snack near by when writing? If so what is it? Coffee and chocolate during the day and wine and chocolate during the evening
How has your life changed since becoming published? More dust bunnies more wine more er erotic thoughts, less free time
What can you tell me about your newest release?

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous man turns up on your doorstep, demanding his wife? Who, it seems has stolen your identity? Find out why of course.

When Gray Reynard turns up on Jules’ doorstep expecting to find his estranged wife and finds her instead both are surprised. Especially as the air between them sizzles. But before they can do anything about that sizzle they need to find out what is going on. Or so they think.
But life doesn’t always pan out as you want, and Jules and Gray have to decide whether to work together or walk away from what they are feeling.



Excerpt
“Think positive.” She advised him. “You might get the diary where I’ve written about making love on a pool table or having sex with David Beckham in a swimming pool.”
The look on his face was priceless. She wished she could capture it and sell it. She’d make millions.
“You didn’t?”
“Well, not David Beckham, sadly. As for the pool table?  You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Give me a diary,” he said fervently. “I need pointers.”
He doesn’t, she thought. He really doesn’t.
“Backwards.” Jules decided. “You work through them from when you met her. If anything stands out, or seems weird, and pool tables do not come under the heading of weird, make a note of it. I’ll start from my book being published and go forward. How does that sound?”
“Long. But yes, I guess it’s all we can do.”
Well, not all, she thought. I can think of several other things we could do. But they won’t help us read these diaries. As Gray laughed, the tone deep and sexy, she wondered if he had read her mind. But no, he had just read an entry in her most recent diary. Written the day before.
“A drop-dead gorgeous, play-your-cards-right-and-you-can-have-me man appeared on my doorstep. I thought all my birthdays had come at once, before I realized he was a real up-his-own-ass type asshole.” He read her words aloud. “Pity, because I could do with a really good—”
“Enough!” Jules’ cheeks burned and were no doubt scarlet. “Shit, shit, shit! I forgot I’d written yesterday. But why the hell have you got it? You should be reading three years ago.” Mortified, she realized she’d picked up her current diary when she took all the others from her bag. “Think I’ll have that back, please.”
“Hold on.” Gray kept his right hand firmly on the diary, holding it in place while he wrote something under her entry, then handed it back.
“Thank you so much. Oh.” She read what he’d written and her cheeks grew even hotter. “Oh, um, yes, er.”
“Yes?”
“Just shut up, Gray. Please. I’m hot and bothered enough, and do not even say it. Yeah, I know, you could make me even hotter . . . oh, bugger it. I’ve done it again. My feet are in my mouth as much as yours are. In your mouth, I mean, not mine and . . . . Fu . . . . Stop this right now.”
Gray lay half out of his chair, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.
A second later, Jules was in the same state.
“Oh, God,” she said when she could at last speak coherently. “I needed that. No more, though. No innuendos, no double speak. Nothing. We need to work.”
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Lure of the Blood- Doris O’Connor


A good friend of mine has her debut release. You should really check out this good book. Here’s all the details. You can find Doris at these places Facebook, Twitter and her website. Her book can be purchased from Evernight Publishing and Amazon
Blurb

Marnie’s decision to finance her law degree by pole dancing awakens her latent sexuality, and the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows sends her libido into overdrive.

Realizing her sexy lurker is a vampire is bad enough, but her boss is the alpha wolf of a pack of shifters? Torn between her attraction to both men and surrounded by danger, she has a decision to make. One that will change her life forever

Excerpt:

A ruthless determination emanated from the man carrying her up the stairs, three at a time, as easily as though she weighed no more than a feather. His heartbeat thundered in her ear as erratically as her own and his arms tightened around her, when she wriggled closer into the warmth of his skin, not able to stop her instinctive need to lick his chest.

The scent and very essence of Ion exploded on her tongue. Need slamming into her, all thoughts of injuries fled her befuddled brain, when Ion pinned her against the wall, the minute they reached the safety of the bedroom.

He slid her down his naked body with infinite slowness and they groaned in unison when his rock-hard erection made brief contact with her groin on the way down. Marnie couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She was locked in the prison of Ion’s arms, every cell in her body craving his touch. Her knees buckled when he sniffed her neck, inhaling deeply. One of his thighs, between her legs, stopped her descent and his wolf’s grumble vibrated through her, causing more moisture to seep through her soaked thong. He had to feel that! Heat rose in her cheeks, even as his cock seemed to grow bigger still, a hard shaft against her belly, setting her skin alight where it touched through the thin barrier of her summer dress.

Ion’s barely controlled growl in her ear was the most arousing sound she had ever heard. His delicious scent intensifying around her, she didn’t even try to stop the needy moan escaping on a shuddery breath of air.

“Ion, please.”

“What, little one?”

The rasp of his rough tongue along her sensitive neck stopped Marnie from being able to respond at all, as the friction his tongue created sent sparks of electricity dancing across her body. Every lick along her fevered skin pitched her arousal higher, until the whole world was centred on the next trail of friction along her jaw. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding her core into Ion’s roughened thigh, until the iron grip of his hands on her hips stopped her.

“Easy, little one. This will be so much better if we go slowly. I want to taste every inch of you, drink your cream and make you come again and again against my tongue and then, only then, my sweet will you feel my cock so deep inside you, you will never want to leave me.”

The hands on her hips softened, as Marnie froze. Shivers of excitement or fear or both, she couldn’t be quite sure which, danced along her spine at the images those growled words created. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she lost herself in his predatory smile, when she risked a glance up at his face. The eyes of his wolf were looking down on her and he crowded her further against the wall. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his thigh moved sinuously against her core.

“So wet, my little one. Tell me, is this bounty all for me?”

A renewed surge of moisture was his answer and his eyes darkened further. She could feel his claws slowly dragging along her sides as his hands wandered to her neck and he pulled back slightly, one hand cupping her breast through the fabric of her dress, whilst his head lowered and Marnie’s eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of his invasion.

The gentleness of the kiss that followed took her breath away. Not the harsh invasion she had been expecting, but a tender seduction of lips and teeth, coaxing her to open on a sigh. Ion slipped into that moan, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth with agonising slowness, whilst his hand on her nipple rubbed and teased, every roll sending shards of pure pleasure between her thighs. Desperate to take the kiss deeper, her tongue sought his, but every time she tried he withdrew with a muttered growl, shaking his head and the hand on her breast stopped its intimate massage.

“I told you, we’re taking this slow, little one. I have no wish to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Ion. Please, I need you.”

Something hot and dangerous flashed across his face at her whispered plea, the grip on her tightening for an instant. He smiled, the fangs of his wolf clearly visible, and Marnie held her breath at the struggle she sensed in him. The hand on her breast gripped the front of her dress and with one quick flick of his sharp claws the dress ripped, exposing her to his hungry gaze from the waist down. She sucked in her tummy on a shuddered moan as those menacing claws ran a trail over the soft skin of her abdomen, skimming the top of her thong with a feather touch, before he withdrew his claws and his fingers dipped under the elastic. His thigh spread her wider, as his fingers hovered over her clit and he resumed the kiss, his raspy tongue duelling with hers, until she thought she was going to dissolve into a sodden mess of drool and need.

His breathing was as heavy as hers when he finally pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.

“What makes you so sure I won’t hurt you. You’re such a little thing. You have no idea what my wolf could do to you.”

Marnie couldn’t breathe under the intensity of his fevered gaze. Of course she knew what he could do. Had she not seen his wolf in action mere minutes ago, about to rip Lucas to shreds? Terror slammed into her anew, not at Ion’s wolf, but at what could have happened to him, and she bit her lip so hard she could taste her own blood.

Ion released her with a muffled curse, all traces of his wolf gone. The flash of pain she saw in his eyes, before he turned his back on her, sliced straight through her heart.

“Good, I knew you’d come to your senses.”