The Housewife And The Film Star


 
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I do love a tortured hero, and Sven, the hero in The Housewife and the Film Star is very tortured indeed. On the face of it he has it all, fame, fortune, good looks, and he gives the impression that he doesn’t give a hoot about what others think.

The public sees an arrogant playboy, too busy partying and chasing the latest bit of skirt to even act recently. Kiss and tell stories a-plenty tell the story of a man hell bent on seeking his own pleasure, whichever way he may get that, and as such his reputation in the business is in tatters.

The real story is, of course, very different. Sven keeps his private, and his public life completely separate and not many people get to see this private, broken Sven, because he doesn’t let anyone close enough to see behind the mask—until he encounters Sylvia.

This ordinary mum of three is like a breath of fresh air, and she marches under his defences with dizzying speed. Not at all impressed by his status and even less impressed by his womanizing reputation, she fights her own attraction for him every step of the way, but Sven is a hard man to resist when he decides to pursue you.

With single minded determination Sven seeks to get her out of his system, in the only way he knows how—by screwing her senseless.

They agree on one weekend of hot sex away from the glaring eyes of the media.

Great plan, in theory, but a man like Sven attracts attention wherever he goes, and the more he gets to know Sylvia, the more he realizes that one weekend is never going to be enough… not when she raises every one of his protective instincts. The Dom in him cannot resist a sub in need.

 

Blurb:

When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can’t resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven’s reputation. Her submissive side can’t help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn’t do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Excerpt:                                                                                                                    

 

“Like what you see?”

Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.

“Sven, I don’t think I could…”

Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again had her pinned, unable to move?

“Trust me, baby, you can, and you will.”

The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time exploring the inside of her mouth with a breathtaking thoroughness that spoke of ownership. The more she tried to hurry him, the slower he went, pressing his heavy body on top of hers, until the whole word narrowed to just the feel of him. Every stroke, nip and suckle of his oh so talented tongue, stoked the slow burning fire in her core to fever pitch, and her hips bucked wildly, needing his touch.

He straddled her, effectively stopping her from moving and looked down on her.

“Take it easy, we have all night, my little firecracker. We’ll do this my way, and unless you want me spanking that delicious ass of yours until it matches the color of your lips, you will not rush me.”

Sylvia couldn’t stop her sharp intake of breath, and Sven’s gaze grew even more heated.

“Oh, I see, you like that idea, do you?”

“N-no … I don’t.”

“Liar.” He whispered the word and lifted off her just enough to cup her swollen pussy. Sylvia swallowed her groan as he swiped his fingers through the wet evidence of her arousal, and then lifted his glistening fingers up for her to see.

He licked them clean and hummed his approval.

“Hmm, delicious. If you don’t like the idea of my hand on your ass, then why are you this wet?”

Sylvia had no answer for that, so she just shook her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t like violence.”

She screwed her eyes shut and pushed the memories away. They had no place here, none at all, damn it.

“Neither do I, my sweet, but I think we need to do something to stop those thoughts swirling in your head. Look at me.”

His voice had dropped an octave, the cadence of it so compelling that Sylvia had no choice but to comply.

“Bad memories?” he asked.

At her tiny nod he sighed and bent to kiss the tears off her face. She hadn’t even been aware of shedding them.

“I can help you with that, if you trust me?”

He went so still towering above her, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing, and when she nodded again his smile of approval made her worries float away.

“Good girl, now roll over.”

He released her completely, and she felt suddenly bereft without his comforting presence. She awkwardly complied and jumped when he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

Instead of the hit she was expecting, however, he moved his hands up to her shoulders and kissed her neck. Tiny butterfly kisses followed down her exposed back until he reached the zipper of her dress. With agonizing slowness he peeled her out of her dress, murmuring encouragement when she helped him by lifting her arms and finally her hips, until she lay face down on the bed with just her bra still on.

Much to her surprise he left it in place and continued to run his hands up and down her back and over the curve of her ass. The strokes grew harder, leaving tingles of awareness in their wake, and the last of her anxiety fled.

Heat suffused her whole being, and she raised her butt into his hands, willing him to delve lower between her legs, where she practically ached for his touch.

He slapped her lightly on one ass cheek, and she froze.

“If this gets too much, just call red, and I stop, okay?”

She nodded, and a harder swat followed to her other butt cheek, which this time stung.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, okay, errr, Sir?”

His laugh in answer confused her. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up to study her.

“Very nice, but that’s not really a salutation I’ve earned yet, and this is just a little spanking. I don’t think either of us is ready for anything else right now, are we?”

She blinked, and the red hot stab of disappointment coursing through her veins took her breath away.

“If we were to go down that route, we would have to discuss a lot of things first, my sweet. I’m not sure I want to do that. Let’s not assume titles and just enjoy ourselves, shall we? Unless this is something you need to—”

“No, I don’t. I mean, I’m perfectly happy with vanilla. I just thought that’s what you wanted. I mean … I…”

Her voice trailed off when his expression darkened.

“I thought you don’t read the papers, lady.”

“I-I don’t, but there’s been rumors and, well, I do have some experience.”

She mentally crossed her fingers at her fib. Sylvia had experience and then some, but he was right. She was so not ready to have that discussion now. It would dredge up a past she didn’t need to remember, not now.

The tight set of his shoulders relaxed slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn’t want to piss him off, and she was suddenly desperate to see if this would be as erotic as it had been—before Richard.

“So, you’re familiar with the traffic lights then?” he finally asked with a small smile.

“Yes, Si… I mean, yes I am.”

Heat rose in her cheeks under his quiet regard, and finally he nodded.

“So be it. I trust you to use it, not that I have any intention of being too hard on you, but I’ve fantasized about reddening that delicious ass of yours since I met you.”

He laughed at her astonished snort in response.

“You have?” she asked, not really believing a word of it. He had to be kidding. “No need to humor me. In case you haven’t noticed I’m in your bed and a pretty safe bet by now, you know.”

His expression darkened again, and her stomach dropped in delicious anticipation.

“For that inane comment you’ve just earned yourself some extra spanks. We’ll have to work on that warped self-image of yours. You’re a beautiful, desirable woman.”

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Available from: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

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http://www.dorisoconnor.com/the-housewife-and-the-film-star.html

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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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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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.
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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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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.
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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?
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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?
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.
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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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Why I picked this genre with Tamsin Baker


Why, with all the possibilities, did I write this genre?
Well, firstly you need to know that Bonded Hearts, as all the third bite series are, are Menage, Historical and Vampire. There’s a very good reason I have crossed so many genres and that is because I love them all. The third Bite series is an amalgamation of all the things that I enjoy reading and writing.
I’ve loved vampires since Twilight and Sookie Stackhouse.
I’ve loved the Regecy period since Eloisa James and Jane Austen.
And I’ve loved menage since… well about 8 months ago when I joined an erotic writers group and found out that such things existed.
So I thought, why not just throw it all together? Surely someone else must like all the things that I like too. 
The other thing about the menage is that all involves M/M. I can’t write menage where the men don’t love each other, it feels unnatural to me. This is probably strange and not realistic, but hey, this is my world and my fantasy. So I hope you enjoy Bonded Hearts- the first MMM I ever wrote, but certainly not my last! Because if two heroes are better than one, then three is definitely better than two!


Third Bite, 2 Blurb
 Eric and Malcolm are over nine hundred years old. They love one another but if they do not find their third mate soon, they will both go insane and commit suicide.
At a friend’s ball, the two vampires meet Jackson Essex. A gorgeous young Lord who smells like pure heaven to them both. They want him and crave the mating that will bind them forever.
Jackson has always known he had unnatural feelings and cannot believe it when he meets two male vampires that inspire passion in him. The sex is incredible, but Malcolm and Eric want him to stay with them. They want a relationship with him, and Jackson doesn’t want to be a sodomite.
Two vampires on the verge of insanity and their human mate in denial about who he is. Disaster seems to be the only course for the ill-fated trio.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMM), m/m sex

Excerpt:

Jackson came back to consciousness with his head in Eric’s lap. The two men were growling at each other in a foreign language Jackson didn’t understand.
What had happened? Had he really passed out from the pleasure? How embarrassing.
“Jackson, are you all right?”
Jackson nodded and began to sit up. Two pairs of hands gently helped him up to a sitting position.
“What happened?” he asked, a little concerned.
Malcolm looked wounded for a moment then straightened.
“I bit you. I’m sorry.”
Jackson tried to be angry. Really and truly he tried. But all he could do was remember the pure pleasure of feeling Malcolm’s fangs sinking into his flesh.
He opened his mouth to reassure the vampire that he hadn’t indeed hurt him, but stopped himself. These two men had already taken something from him. His ignorant bliss that he could truly be satisfied with a woman.
He didn’t need to give them any more leverage on him. If he stopped them biting him, perhaps that would lessen their control on him?
“I forgive you, of course, Malcolm, but please don’t do it again.”
The two men looked at each other with looks of pure horror, and guilt hit Jackson’s belly hard.
“Never?”
Jackson clenched his teeth against the need to undo what he had just done so merely nodded. He needed a small measure of control over this situation.
Malcolm smiled at him.
“That’s all right, Jackson. After we turn you, which will be soon, we won’t be able to feed from you, so it won’t matter.”
Shock crashed through Jackson.
“What?” He staggered to his feet, unable to believe what they had just said. They weren’t turning him into anything!
The two beautiful men both flew to their feet and moved close to him. He was overwhelmed and crowded, a feeling he neither liked nor was accustomed to.
Jackson held up his hands and pushed one against each of the vampires’ chest. The warmth burnt him, and his cheeks flamed with wanting them.
“Would you two just back off? I need to ask questions, and you being so close is not helping.”
They both grinned like he had given them the biggest compliment in the world. Perhaps he had.
“I’m sure you have lots of questions, Jackson, but we need to relieve our lust. Would you come home with us?”
Jackson swallowed. His body was throbbing with awareness. Despite his unnatural urges he had never actually thought he would be with one man, let alone two. It was wrong to want such a thing.
Eric continued. “If you aren’t ready to come to bed with us, then we can leave you and come back to see you tomorrow night.”
Pure and hot jealousy pumped through Jackson at the thought. These two beautiful vampires were going home to touch each other. Lick and fuck each other.
He had never been so angry at himself before. He wanted to go with them.
Eric stepped closer, taking a deep inhalation through his nose, and his eyebrows flew up in surprise. Could Eric tell how much he wanted them?
“If we promise not to bite you, would you like to come home with us? Join us? No one will ever know, Jackson.”
Jackson’s cock and nipples tingled at the thought. Tonight was the very first time he had been sexually satisfied in his whole life. What would it be like to bed the two men?
“I have never…” Jackson stopped, unable to finish his sentence. His face flushed red.
Malcolm reached out and picked up his hand, entwining their fingers in an intimate way. Heat travelled up Jackson’s arm and made him shiver.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Jackson. Just watch if you like. We want you but would never force anything on you.”
Jackson shuddered, the raw sexuality and need evident in both vampires.
“I would like to come with you … yes.”
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Guest Post—Her Type Of Guy


Today, I have Michaela here talking about her newest release with her partners in crime. 


Do you think everyone has their perfect person out there?
What if you have a few peculiarities or kinks? Then what?
Well this anthology of short stories is all about finding the right girl who accepts you are special in your own way.
Her Type of Guy is available from Evernight Publishing right now. It features  10 sexy short stories that are perfect to read when you minutes rather than hours. Each story will leave you with that ‘ahhh’ feeling!
And who are my partners in crime? They are wonderfully talented ladies with rather wild ideas: Doris O’Connor, Raven McAllan, Ella Grey, Morgan King and me (Michaela Rhua – although I wouldn’t necessarily say I am wonderfully talented!)

Blurb
For every desire, there’s a man to meet it. Someone’s annoyance is another’s kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…
From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?
Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy. 
Here are two snippets from my stories in this hot little collection.
Snail’s Pace.
Adam watched Sophie work from behind his glasses as he had done many times. He knew her routine well: tidying the shelves, restocking the popular titles, fluffing the cushions and sorting the toys. Her movements were swift; she brought order to whatever she touched. He longed for her slender hands to touch him and for those long legs to be wound around his waist as he ground into her. Her round breasts looked like they would overfill his hands.
The jangling of the bell awoke him from his daydream. That is all it was pure fantasy. 
Ready for another?
Only When Allowed.
Stopping right in front of him, she lifted a finger to his face. She traced the outline of his lips and slowly down his chin. Alex was rooted to the spot. Lillian leaned into him and her warm breath fanned his ear.
“Come,” she said before turning and walking away towards the lifts.
Alex did not need to think twice. He almost ran to follow his boss, ready to obey her every command. 
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Michaela Rhua
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 is multi published and 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.

Excerpt Tuesdays with London Saint James


Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.
A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.
An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?
And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.
Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex
Adult Excerpt:
     “Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.
     “What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.
     Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”
     She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.
     Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.
     “Do that again,” I said.
     The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.
     Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.
      Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.
     “Are you coming?” she asked.
     When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.
     “Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.
     Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.
     “I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.
     I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.
     “Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.
     She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”
     “You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”
     Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.
     “I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”  
     “What else do you love about me?”
     “I’m not telling.”
     I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”
    She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”
     Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.
For a limited time, Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One is 99 cents on Amazon



For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find herWill her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?


Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will. 
A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for withThe Leather’s Edge?
And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.


Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
Buy Links:    Evernight Publishing     Amazon    All Romance eBooks 
About London:
London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song.  Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.”
The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor.  She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back. 
London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty.  She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.
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Dark Days with Arya Grey


Hello all, and a big thanks to Alyssa for having me over at her blog. J

I’m here today to talk about my latest story, “Dark Days“, which releases today with Evernight Publishing. I had a lot of fun writing this book, especially concerning the dialogue…

Dark Days is set in the northern part of Louisiana. Although I was born and raised in Scotland and live here now, I lived in Phoenix, Arizona for ten years, but unfortunately never made it over to the Pelican State. And that meant that when Regan created herself I had to brush up my research skills and really look into how Louisiana natives speak and what words they use. Wyatt was a little easier, being that he is a Texan and I have a few Texan friends to know their natural drawl and speech.

And I’m not sure I’ve laughed that much during research, maybe ever. Regan Steele is a sassy demon hunter who strips at a small club part-time. She’s hot headed and speaks before she thinks, so I really had to make sure the words coming out of her mouth were natural for someone living in the bayou. And it was just that that made me fall in love with her. I have a lot of characters (both written and still inside my head), but Regan Steele is by far my favorite heroine. She’s strong and independent, and her quick tongue throws Wyatt off more times than he was ready for.

I’ll leave you with Wyatt to show you a little bit of Regan, in a small teaser for my dark little paranormal story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Blurb:
Regan Steele is a young stripper who has gone through life assuming she’s the only one who can see and annihilate the demons that have plagued her since childhood. She certainly doesn’t expect to meet another Hunter, let alone fall for his insufferable ass.
Wyatt Recker has walked the earth for most of his life. Alone. When he stumbles across Regan he knows his attraction to the girl can mean only one thing—trouble. But, he soon realizes that no matter his rules and regulations, he cannot deny her for long.
When the demon world shifts, stakes are higher than ever. Can Regan and Wyatt come out of it alive, or will their love for one another endanger them further?
Excerpt:
She turned the key on the lock of the front door, glared back at him, and huffed. She creaked the door enough for her slim figure to squeeze in, and he pushed it open further with the tip of his boot.
Well, this isn’t exactly what I’d expected…but then, what did I expect?
It was a small studio apartment with plain white walls and a standard beige carpet. An old dark green love seat was shoved against the wall, and the only bit of character this place had was a Fight Club poster that hung crooked over the smallest TV he had ever seen. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her as she threw her keys on the kitchen counter.
“What?” She curled her lip, defensively.
“This is a real nice place you got here.”
“Carry on and I’ll have your nuts for breakfast. It serves its purpose, that’s all it needs to do.”
She huffed again and slid her jacket off as she disappeared behind the only door—in a corner that might be considered a hallway. He laughed to himself, huskily, and wandered into the kitchen. He bent to the small fridge next to the sink and opened it. The smell almost knocked him flat on his ass. The light didn’t even flicker on and the heat was almost stronger in there than it was outside. He squeezed his hand around the open milk carton, which was solid.
Jesus, hasn’t she heard of cleaning?
He stepped back and almost tripped on a large unzipped suitcase that was sprawled out across the floor. Underwear of every color and assortment were messily strewn over something else that caught his eye; something shiny. He pulled his glove off of his right hand and crumpled it in his pocket. He leaned over, taking a sheer black thong in his hand—intending to move it so he could see what was underneath—but her voice startled him. He dropped the panties and stood rigidly.
Her breath fanned across the back of his neck. “Fancy tryin’ a pair on?” She hummed in his ear.
He turned around, only to be centimeters from her. Without her heels on, the top of her head stood at the round of his shoulders. Her naked breasts pressed against his stomach. Her eyes, a pale gray with blue speckles, stared up at him.   She traced her hand over his hip and across the zip of his jeans. The corner of her bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth.
Don’t even look at her face. Oh God, stop thinking of her altogether! Now is not the time…
Her hand cupped his embarrassingly growing cock and squeezed.
He swallowed the saliva that burned at the back of his throat.
“Or maybe you’re too big for them.” She smiled, deviously. He shuddered. She dropped his manhood from her steel grip and pushed him out of the way, tossing the magnum on top of her clothes. Right in front of him she began to roll down the fishnet stockings, in a much more sensual manner than she needed to. The studded thong was so tiny that she might as well have been completely naked.
Is she trying to torture me? I’m only human, god dammit.
She tossed them to the suitcase and wriggled her way into the smallest jean shorts he’d ever laid eyes on. On either side of her thighs lay a sort of circular sheath made of old brown leather. She buttoned the top and leaned over the suitcase again, showing her perfect ass that peeked out the bottom of the frayed denim, just like she had at the bar. He wrapped the coat ends tightly around himself, praying that his excitableness would soon fade.
Good lord…a woman hasn’t made me feel like that in…well, I can’t remember how long. No doubt, the second she kicks off again, this feeling will disappear.
“Have you ever heard of throwing something out when it’s old and rotten?”
She stood straight, with a thin cotton t-shirt around her head, still bunched in her hands at her shoulders and smelled the air. “Did you open the fridge? Didn’t your momma ever tell you it’s rude to snoop?” She pulled the rest of the shirt down. It was tiny, very much like the shorts. If she were to reach for something high her breasts would fall out the bottom. The thin material did nothing to keep her pierced nipples, which were permanently erect, from poking through either.
He shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it and was met with her lips.
She parted them as if she were going to kiss him and began to laugh, so loudly that his ears rang. “Ah! Men are all the god damn same!” She stifled the last giggle as she moved herself back.
He clenched his jaw in anger and ground his teeth. His ungloved hand grabbed the top of her arm, wrapping his fingers so easily around it that they folded over one another. She frowned and he pulled her closer again, so close that his quiet intake of breath moved a few loose tendrils of her hair. “Listen here, bones. No one makes a mug outta me. Get your shit together and let’s move on.”
“Alright, cowboy. Hold your horses.” She stepped back and he let go. She shook her arm and slipped into a pair of old dirt-crusted biker boots with a large copper buckle.
“Wyatt Recker,” he said. He pulled an unfiltered cigarette from his inner pocket, hoping he would actually get to smoke this one.
“Sorry, what?” She looked up at him through her mess of wavy hair as she bent into the suitcase once more.
“My name…is Wyatt Recker.”
“Seriously?” Her voice pitched and he turned so he no longer had to look at her scantily dressed body bending over at every given opportunity.
“Well, Wyatt…” The sound of metal sliding against metal made him look over his shoulder. In each hand she had a blade, shaped perfectly like a crescent moon. The edges gleamed brightly and the ring of the previous sound echoed throughout the small space. Her wrists dropped them lower to the ground, exposing the smooth black handles, before spinning them into the sheaths on her thighs. Her speed and grace left him speechless. “We got us some demon shitheads to kill.” She smiled, so sinister.
The aching pain in his groin grew rather than dissolved.
Every dog has its fleas, but a girl with an attitude the size of King Kong, a body that screams to be touched, and an insatiable thirst for violence? Well, I’ll be damned!
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