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

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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.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter  Google +  Pinterest  YouTube..Amazon USA..Amazon UK  Smashwords  Barnes and Noble  AllRe  Manic Readers

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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?
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“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?
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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.
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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.​
When I don’t write, I teach English to children, teens, and adults. I also work in the curriculum and materials department in an institution. Among my responsibilities are writing books and tests.
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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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