Saturday, August 26, 2017

Devon Falls 5 is DONE!!!!

*cues happy dance time*

The fifth book in my paranormal series Devon Falls is done!! 

Woot!!

I loved writing Dixie and Michael's story and hope you enjoy it as well.


This one features a rare white tiger shifter and a woman who isn't a size 2. :-) 


I just submitted it to my publisher and will keep you updated once I know what is going on. 


Next up....time to figure out book six. :p

Friday, July 14, 2017

My New Author Logo

I absolutly adore this new logo for my author name. Liv at Liv's Lovely Designs did it for me and I just fell in love with it. Take a look below and let me know what you think. 



My new tagline is: Writing about love in all its forms


Check out Liv's Lovely Designs at: www.facebook.com/livslovelydesigns 



Monday, June 19, 2017

Moonlight Masquerade is out!!!!

So excited to see my first MM book, Moonlight Masquerade, is now out among the masses from Fireborn Publishing.



You can get it at the publisher for just a low price of $0.99.

*tosses confetti*

I hope you enjoy Skylar's story as he finds out just who his secret admirer is and if he can let love into his bruised and battered heart again.

Skylar hates Valentine's Day, especially after a nasty breakup. A secret admirer confuses but intrigues him. Skylar has to let down the walls he's put up and discover if his admirer is the one who will heal his battered heart.
It's Valentine's weekend. For Skylar Everclear, it's a holiday he wishes he could forget. Now, mysterious roses keep popping up on his doorstep, he has no idea what is going on, and he's a little disturbed by this secret admirer of his. Trying to forget it all, since he just got rid of the latest in a line of loser boyfriends, Skylar just wants to do his job at the local bakery.
When he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, Skylar finds himself drawn to the quiet young man, even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But, when another mysterious rose turns up on Valentine's Day with an invitation to meet his admirer that night, Skylar has to decide whether to take a chance that love is right there waiting for him.
CONTENT ADVISORY: This was previously published at another publisher and has been edited for republication.
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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Book Spotlight~ Surrender Agreement by DF Krieger


Surrender Agreement--Mistress May I Book 2
D. F. Krieger
(Self Published)
LGBT (Lesbian) BDSM Romance

Whoever said life kicks you when you’re down certainly knew what they were talking about. Homeless? Check. Humiliated? Double check. Hurting? Hell yes. Deserving of the fallout? All I can say is you reap what you sow.

So, what’s left when life leaves you with nothing? 

For me, it started with reuniting with my Master…even if that epitomizes a deal with the devil. That’s exactly what I did too. I lost everything for him, including myself. When even the devil abandoned me, though, what else was I supposed to do except take the one out I’m given. She cautioned me that it means I'll have to give up everything. Can't she understand I've nothing left to lose? The only thing I have to offer is my surrender—and all my scars—to my new Mistress.

**NOTE: The page count does not accurately reflect the final product's page count. This page count reflects the pre-order product only, not the ending, available product releasing June 12th.

Excerpt:

Our fingers intertwined as we approached the first viewing room. Already, several bystanders stood at the rope across the front of the room, watching the performance. Butterflies danced in my stomach, nearly forcing me to regret my decision to eat at all. How did I know the sub participating even wanted to be watched?
The scene contained two men. One of them lay across a padded bench, completely naked. His left side faced us, and his arms and ankles were in soft shackles at a comfortable height. The submissive’s eyes were closed, but the loud moans and gasps he rendered made it clear he didn’t experience pain. Well, if he did, he liked it.
The dom held a candle, and trickled wax in patterns I couldn’t discern on his sub. My fingers tightened around my Mistress’ as my skin prickled at the sight. Not in a pleasant way, either. I imagined the stinging heat of the wax as it slithered across my skin like little lava worms. Burning me. Adding to my scars.
“Come on, darlin’. We’ll try the next one,” Mary Anne murmured in my ear as she pulled me away.
“How…how did you know I didn’t like it? I didn’t say anything.”
She stopped us in the middle of the hallway, well away from the group watching and the scene. “You watched them, and I watched you. You should never play poker.”
I chuckled at her assessment. “Never could school my face. It’s caused me a lot of trouble too.”
“I’m glad you can’t. I like full honesty from people.”
We wandered past the next room that sat empty and stopped at one with a throne in the center of the room. Cushions lay scattered on the floor, and thick mauve drapes hung on the walls. The whole set up screamed medieval. I didn’t remember the room looking like this when I used to come here, but chances were they changed the themes out to keep things fresh and interesting. What caught my attention the most was the woman on the throne. Not necessarily her, but the fact a man knelt at her feet.
He wore a collar, and black straps across his chest and thighs. The sub massaged her one of her feet, and his concentration as he worked his long fingers over the dainty appendage appealed to me. I didn’t want him to touch me, but the idea of tending to Mary Anne like that—pleasuring her in ways beyond carnal—sent a shiver of delight through me.



About the Author

When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.
When she’s not writing, she can be found surrounded by rescue cats who call her, “Mom” while she’s cross-stitching, crocheting, painting, or playing video games. Her family loves that she plays video games, though they refuse to play first person shooter games against her anymore because she makes an awesome sniper.
You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter—over things she can’t explain—and journal collecting fetish.
Wanna keep an eye on D. F. online? You can find her at her website dfkrieger.com where she updates what she’s working on and occasionally posts to a blog.


Sunday, May 21, 2017

What I am Working on next

I got my edits in for Moonlight Masquerade, my single MM Short Story. I am now getting Devon Falls 4 book in order to submit to my publisher. I am tweaking much of it and adding to the story as well as changing the title to complement the story.

Devon Falls 5 is now called To Stir a Tiger's Heart (working title).

I may or may not go with this...we'll see how it sits when I am done but here is working taste of the story...

***
Dixie Sinclair had just about had it with happy people, especially those happy people in relationships. She shook her head as the coffee maker decided to go on the fritz again and tried to keep her temper as the coffee machine sputtered out a few drops for the customer waiting at the counter. It had been one of those days where anything that went wrong did, and not in tiny amounts but a really big “I should have crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head” amount.
“What the hell is going on in this town? Everyone need a coffee fix or something lately?” Dixie muttered as she tried to get the temperamental coffee machine to work. Short of beating it with a crow bar, which she didn’t think the health department would approve of, this pain-in-thearse machine was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. It had to be some kind of cosmic conspiracy among machines.

Finally, the damn thing started working again. Dixie got the last customer his decaf and slid down on the stool, glaring at the coffee machine. Every inch of her five-foot frame hurt, from her head to her toes. Who knew making coffee could be such a pain in the ass? 

***

And I can say I absolutely adore Dixie :-) 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Cover Reveal- Moonlight Masquerade

Check it out...my new cover for my upcoming release, Moonlight Masquerade.

It releases June 16th from Fireborn Publishing.


Contemporary MM Short Story

Pre-order at Publisher

Skylar hates Valentine’s Day, especially after a nasty breakup. A secret admirer confuses but intrigues him. Skylar has to let down the walls he's put up and discover if his admirer is the one who will heal his battered heart.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Moonlight Masquerade has a home!

I am so thrilled my short MM contemporary story, Moonlight Masquerade, found a home at Fireborn Publishing.

Just signed the contracts this week and sent in my cover and book info sheets tot he publisher.

I look forward to sharing this sweet story of a man who hates Valentine's Day finds out he has a mysterious admirer.

I had lots of fun writing my first MM book and hope you enjoy it.

Estimated release is in June 2016

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Sale Blitz for K.D. Grace's The Tutor


Sale Blitz for THE TUTOR By K D Grace (@kd_grace)

I’m very excited to announce that for the first time ever, The Tutor is on sale for 99c in all ebook formats. Go ahead, have a sizzling Spring fling! Find out why when touch is impossible, intimacy can become a powerful work of art.

For an entire month, beginning April 4th, Lex and Kelly’s story is on sale for your reading pleasure. So go ahead and enjoy a journey to an intimacy that will totally surprise you.

The Tutor Blurb:

Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues.

The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.

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Excerpt:

“Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.
“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but I … well it isn’t the same.”
“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”
He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”
With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”
Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”
“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.
“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”
Reviews:
“I was amazed at how well the author fanned the flames without the characters even touching. From well-detailed interactions to the steamy interludes, this is a story that is blazing hot.” 5 out of 5, The Romance Reviews

“Between helping each other, find themselves, exposing secrets and of course, some seriously steamy steamy situations, I fell hard for these characters. It’s really hard not to. Each one has their own secrets and darkness, but they learn from each other and feed off that. As much as this book is steamy and sexual, it’s just as emotionally driven. Yes, I shed a few tears, but they were happy ones.” 4 out of 5, The Jeep Diva

“This was a very different take on an erotic romance. I really enjoyed this story. The banter between Kelly and Lex was fun and interesting. Even without touching this book sizzles. The pacing was pretty fast. I don’t think I put the book down until I finished the story. Yes I loved the HEA ending. I also enjoyed the detailed character development and how the past events were slowly revealed.” 5 out of 5, Alpha Book Club

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Monday, April 3, 2017

Another Submission was sent in

*dusts off hands*

And another submission was sent into my publisher for consideration.

Now the waiting game begins. :-)

Back to work on Devon Falls 6 and hoping to get that one done by end of Summer and submitted for consideration.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Cover Reveal for Mistress of the Air


Cover Reveal—‘Mistress Of The Air’ by S. Nano

‘Mistress of the Air’ is a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure.
Released on 21st April.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.
Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. 
Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham and her automaton sex-doll, Borghild.
A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them.
She spanks, whips, and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.
But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.
‘Mistress of the Air’ is a genre-crossing comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure as Lady Sally delivers a BDSM kick up the back-side to the Edwardian country house novel.

Story extract
“Jolly bad luck on the final race, Wyndham. It was a daring move and deserving of greater reward.”
The captain’s face lit up at the compliment. He looked up but couldn’t help but be distracted by the sight of Lady’s Sally’s breasts. Her dress was cut daringly low, and the magnificent orbs of white flesh were pushed up enticingly by her corset and the cut of her gown.
And then she started talking. If Wyndham was embarrassed about what to say to her, he didn’t need to worry. She commanded the conversation and Wyndham listened, bewitched and mesmerised at the vision she laid before him. There was no escape for him. He was pinned into the corner by Lady Sally’s heaving breasts with no escape. He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, conscious of the treatment meted out on Monsieur Le Blon, all the time urging himself to focus on her face not her chest, but it was an enormous effort of will when they were practically thrust under his nose. 
She spoke of her airship. She described how vast it was going to be, how fast, how powerful, and how high it would fly. She described how sumptuously it would be fitted out. She extolled the virtues of her ocean liner of the air. Wyndham nodded enthusiastically as her breasts swelled and subsided with every excited explication of her venture. She enthused about her designers and engineers who were working on it, of the technical challenges they faced and how they had overcome them. Wyndham stood trapped in the corner of the ballroom like a frightened rabbit in headlights all the time trying to distract himself from the sight of Lady Sally’s enormous décolletage as it heaved up and down in front of his eyes.
Then she proceeded to explain how, as he must certainly know, she was the foremost dominatrix of her age and described with great enthusiasm the dungeon that would be fitted out on the airship, and how excited she was about the adventures she would have, and the whippings, spankings and punishments she would administer to the carefully selected group of submissive gentlemen who would be accompanying her on the airship’s maiden voyage.
“It’s my ambition, Captain Wyndham, to be the Mistress of the Air, yes…a veritable Mistress of the Air, and I envisage you playing a vital role in fulfilling my vision.”
Wyndham’s ears pricked up at those words but he only had the slightest moment to interject with a nervous, “oh really,” before the enormous breasts backed him even further into the corner. Lady Sally continued by praising his aviation skills and the daring manoeuvres she’d witnessed at the flying meeting. Wyndham flushed with pride. She went on, much to the captain’s delight, to say how those French aviators were all show and no guts, and she needed somebody who would take risks for her, to serve her loyally and selflessly. Finally, she wound up her diatribe and came directly to the point.
 “Now Captain. I pride myself on my instincts and judgement of character. You see, the matter is I need an airship pilot. I need someone who can share my enthusiasm for air flight and is a skilled aviator. I believe you are my man Wyndham.”
Lady Sally continued extolling the excitement of the new age, how she was going to take her airship on a grand tour across Europe and how he, Wyndham, would be her pilot. 
Finally, she concluded, “So that’s all settled then, Captain Wyndham. I can assure you the financial rewards will be considerable. It’s good to have you on board. I’m sure we will share many adventures together. You can report to my airship station at Howden in Yorkshire. My maid, Victoria, will give you all the details.”
With one dismissive wave of a lace-gloved hand she breezed off, leaving the hapless Wyndham gaping in astonishment. He had been swept away by her charisma. He had barely uttered a word. At no point had he agreed to the venture yet he knew in his gut he would accept the challenge. He felt strangely compelled to help Lady Sally fulfil her vision of travel in the largest and fastest dirigible ever to be built.

About the author
S. Nano (formerly writing as Slave Nano) is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.

His first full-length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

His second novel, ‘Mistress Of The Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure, will be published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.

Facebook (Nano Vaslen): http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen
Amazon UK author profile: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B005EBU1QI







Thursday, March 16, 2017

Release Blitz~ Lucy Felthouse's An Interesting Find


Out Now—An Interesting Find by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #menage #military #gay


Nathan and Lee are on a relaxing summer holiday in the UK. They plan to do lots of walking and exploring in the beautiful English countryside. Naturally, typical British weather derails their plans on their first day, leaving them cooped up indoors with little to do but read.

When the weather clears, the men eagerly put on their hiking boots and head out for a walk. However, when they reach their destination—a pond a little distance from their holiday cottage—they make a shocking discovery. An odd-looking bundle of rags turns out to be an unconscious man. With no one else around, and no mobile phone signal to call for help, they manage to get the stranger back to their cottage to get him warm and dry, and figure out what to do next.

When their unexpected house guest regains consciousness, however, things just get more complicated. The stranger—a British soldier called Jonny—doesn’t want the authorities to be notified of his presence. As the three men try to come to some agreement, the sexual tension in the air becomes apparent, and suddenly the last thing on any of their minds is leaving the cottage…

Buy links:
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Google Books: http://bit.ly/2mdFPAS



Excerpt:
Closing his book with a very final slap, Nathan then put it on the coffee table in front of him. He leaned back in his chair. Stretching languidly, he said, “Bloody good, that was. Though, admittedly, I thought it’d last me all week. Wasn’t expecting to get through it on day one.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lee shot Nathan an amused glance. “Not far off myself. Fucking storm. Stupid us, eh, going on holiday in the UK in summertime—not like you can guarantee the sodding weather, is it? Should’ve gone to the Canaries.”
“No, we can’t guarantee the weather, but…” Nathan gave the window a sidelong glance, “I do have some good news.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The torrential downpour has stopped.”
“Seriously?” Lee slammed his own book closed and scurried over to the window. “Oh, wow, it’s cleared right up, and I can see a rainbow. Wanna head out? Just a little wander down to that pond we saw on the way here, maybe? Get some fresh air. We’ve got loads of daylight left, haven’t we?”
Nathan checked his watch. “Yeah, plenty. Especially if we’re only nipping to the pond. It’s probably only a fifteen-minute walk.”
“Fantastic. I was going a bit fucking stir crazy in here. I’ll grab our coats and shoes.”
Lee had disappeared into the hallway of their rented holiday cottage before Nathan had the chance to reply. Shaking his head with a smile, Nathan collected their empty mugs from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. He doubted they’d need a drink during their short trek along the road, but he could just shove the bottle in his coat pocket and forget about it. At least it’d be there if they wanted it.
When he returned to the living room, Lee was just about to tie up his laces.
“I got water,” Nathan said, brandishing the bottle.
“Cool. Shoes are there.” He nodded to the chair Nathan had been sitting in. Sure enough, his trail shoes were waiting on the floor in front of it.
“Thanks.”
Within a few minutes, they were headed out of the door. Nathan locked up, pocketed the key, then checked the handle. He doubted very much the place would get broken into—they were in the middle of nowhere, after all. There were farms nearby, but the closest village was about a mile and a half away. So any thieves would have to make a considerable effort to get to the cottage in the first place, never mind attempt to break into it. Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, he turned and followed Lee, who’d already started walking slowly along the road in the direction of the pond.
After falling into step beside Lee, Nathan pulled in some deep breaths, enjoying the fresh air after being cooped up in the cottage. It was a beautiful and cozy place, but it was supposed to be a base for them to go walking—somewhere for them to eat, sleep and shower, not to be stuck in for hours on end, staring at the walls. Or climbing them.
He admired the rainbow as they walked, its vivid colors painted across the watery sky. It seemed the clouds had literally exhausted themselves—only occasional wispy streaks of white now interrupted the never-ending blue. The sun beamed down, heating up the ground and beginning to evaporate the huge puddles. It would take some doing—one such puddle stretched across the width of the road, and they had to skirt around its edge to avoid getting wet feet.
Nathan smiled. Though the storm itself had been grim, the washed-out aftermath made everything feel fresh, clean somehow.
“You look thoughtful,” Lee said, breaking into his reverie. “A penny for them?”
“Mmm. It’s one of those things that sounds better in your head than said out loud.”
“Try me.”
Shrugging, Nathan replied. “Nothing major. Just admiring the rainbow, the sky, the clouds… Thinking how everything looks so fresh and clean after a good storm. Like it’s been purified, or something… Ugh, it’s stupid.”
Lee stopped and reached for Nathan’s hand. His green eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “No, it isn’t. Not at all—I was thinking something similar myself. It’s kinda romantic, isn’t it? Purification, rebirth, and all that.”
“In a roundabout way, maybe. I dunno.” He shrugged again.
Lee’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “We could make it romantic.”
“How so?”
“Come here, and I’ll show you.” Still gripping Nathan’s hand, Lee tugged him close and moved in for a kiss. Nathan went into the embrace willingly, the smile on his face soon smothered by Lee’s hot lips.



Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Book Spotlight- Accounting For Love by Kate Hill

Accounting for Love
by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance, St. Patrick’s Day

Blurb:
Lucas has just returned from a most unsatisfying vacation to find his department at the Wit and Wizardry Brewery in a shambles. Of troll ancestry, Lucas is a man of appalling disposition and astounding accounting skills. Determined to set everything in order as soon as possible, he refuses to leave the office at closing time, even thought it means missing out on St. Patrick's Day celebrations.

Lucas finds he's not the only one working late. Cait, the newly hired head of marketing for the brewery, is there as well. Her overly-cheerful manner drives Lucas crazy. The last thing he needs is an optimistic, chatty, adorable pixie distracting him at work, but she can't seem to understand that he wants to be left alone.

What neither realize is that earlier that evening, Lucas had washed down his dinner with a magical beer that will guide him toward his true love. The abominable accountant and the merry marketing manager are about to prove that opposites do attract and St. Patrick's Day really is the best day to fall in love.

Excerpt:
"I can't believe what I'm seeing. This place is a complete disaster. It looks like a dozen air-headed pixies turned this office upside down," Lucas said with a growl.

He flipped through the piles of unorganized paperwork on his desk and cursed the lazy sadist who had invented paid vacations. He hadn't wanted to go away for a week, but his bosses said that he hadn't taken time off in. . .well, Lucas had always managed to avoid extended leaves. An occasional weekend off was all he needed. Time off meant a change to his carefully planned schedule.

"It's going to take me all day and most of the night to get remotely organized again. Damn it, Dillon. Who did you get to cover for me while I was away?"

Dillon Dunn was probably the only friend Lucas had. Dillon hadn't hired Lucas because of their friendship, however. It was because Lucas was the best at his job. Dillon and his two brothers knew how to brew beer, that was for sure, but they also knew their limits and spared no expense hiring the best people for their company. The Wit and Wizardry Brewery had an unsurpassed reputation in both the mortal and magical worlds.

As accounting manager at the brewery's magical headquarters, Lucas worked in a renovated castle in Ireland, well disguised from the human population. Outside, it appeared weathered and uninhabited, but inside hummed with activity, from Lucas's basement office to the promotions department in the tallest, sunniest tower.

"Uh, first off, my friend, watch the pixie slurs. You know we're inclusive here at Wit and Wizardry," Dillon said. "Not to mention, we do have an actual Pixie working for us now."

"How can I forget?" muttered Lucas.

Cait, the new marketing manager in charge of advertising their beer to the magical world, was everything Lucas hated in a woman--well just about. She had that perky, condescending, false-friendliness that he detested about so many people in the corporate world. Marketing managers like Cait seemed particularly adept at it. Nothing ruffled her, she was always smiling and complimented Lucas every time they met, even though he merely grunted in reply and never complimented her back. The only good thing he could say about her was that she was beautiful and nowadays that was considered sexual harassment.

Lucas remembered the old days, when a man could grab a woman's arse, gaze into her eyes and praise her comely looks before dragging her to a nice bed of leaves in a secluded cave.

Ah well, memories like that were literally from ages ago. In those times, when men were men and women were less complicated, he'd been little more than a lad, spending summers with his father's family in the mountains of Northern Europe. Trolls weren't much for talking, but few magical creatures were better at action, either in bed or on the battlefield.

"Well try to be nice to her," Dillon said.

"Nice isn't in my nature."

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About Kate
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.

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Upcoming Release- Moon Kissed Magic (Devon Falls 4)


Moon Kissed Magic
Devon Falls 4
Paranormal Erotic Romance, Wolf Shifter
Fireborn Publishing
Release date: March 24th, 2017

A wolf shifter finds that falling in love is not the only problem he has. He has to convince Jaxon, his soul mate, his love is true.

For wolf shifter Rod Dracon, finding his destined mate just got harder. For the woman his wolf wants is none other than Jaxon Sinclair. A woman who sneers and quips about his life but he can't deny she calls to him on a primal level. Now the problem is…this wolf shifter has to claim his mate before she walks away…forever.

Short Teaser:

Jax didn't want to think of Rod after her night spent washing wishes but her thoughts seemed not to bother following her wishes tonight. Each time she was at the bar, that lothario had women draped all over him like leeches and yet he hadn't hit on her since that one night of drunken monkey sex in high school.
Honestly, she had more than one brain cell, unlike some of the women he took home. Even though she enjoyed the way his jeans hugged his tight ass and the way his muscles bunched under his t-shirt, Jax knew better than to contemplate a night with the "stud master", the nickname she gave him after years of hearing about his conquests. It was enough to see him at the local hotspots working his wiles on the women, and whenever she got near him, he acted like she was cramping his style.
Sighing, she tossed her shoes in the corner, grabbed some water, walked into her bedroom, and sank on the edge of her bed. She hated dishes as well as men who thought they were all that and a bag of chips. What is it with men who think they need to add one more notch on that bedpost? Jax tossed her clothes into the corner. She wrinkled her nose at the stale beer and smoke smells that wafted from them.
Slowly she made her way to the shower and tried to figure out why she was bothered by the way the cheap floozies immediately spied Rodrick and flew to his side. It was enough to make her ashamed to be a woman. Jax stepped inside the shower and tried to erase the sight of not one, not two, but three women draped all over Rod.
She soaped down and let the hot water ease her aches.
She muttered, "If I am ever that desperate to get laid again, I hope someone just shoots me to put me out of misery. I may have enjoyed that one wild night in high school but he sure didn't care. He left that morning without a goodbye and I'm definitely not interested in him anymore. He needs to learn that someday he will find a woman who will say no and mean it. Then I will laugh uncontrollably at the irony of it all."
Jax got out of the shower and yawned. She turned off the lights and padded naked to the bed. Drawing the sheets over her, she yawned as she watched the shadows dance in the moonlight against her walls. I wonder if I will ever see Rodrick work to win not just a woman's body but also her heart as well. He needs to learn that women are not just play toys for him. If that happens, I am going to cheer and hope she has better sense than I did. She punched her pillow and settled into sleep.
"He needs to be taught a lesson," Jax mumbled before sleep took over.

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Friday, March 10, 2017

Welcome author Anne Welch

Getting to Know Bestselling Author, Anne Welch

When did you know, you wanted to become a writer? Talk about your background.

Anne: I think I always knew I wanted to write. I grew up in a very small town in South Carolina. From a young age, I loved to read and make up my own stories. As I got older I began writing songs. Music had always been a big part of my childhood as well. I sang and acted in church plays. After high school I decided to pursue songwriting and moved to Nashville, TN. I had moderate success and even had a couple of my songs on the radio. But I soon realized that didn’t pay the bills so I went to work in the medical field. For years, I continued to write lyrics and short stories and one day I met Author Anna Kristell. We became fast friends and I worked as her assistant for a couple of years. I shared my love of writing with her and showed her some of my stories. She encouraged me to give writing books a shot. Through her guidance and encouragement, I published my first book, It’s An Anne Thing, in 2014. This book quickly became a best seller for me in humor/satire. By the end of 2017 I will have published my 7th book.  

 What genres do you write? Do you have a preference? 

Anne: I always tell people I have two sides and each one balances the other out. One is my humorous side. I love to laugh and make people laugh. So naturally I began with humor/satire books, It’s An Anne Thing, and It’s An Anne Thing Two. In these books, you learn about my love for houseboys, hot neighbor and duct tape. Some people think those books are entirely fiction but several of the stories are true. My other side is darker and more serious and I channel those in my contemporary and romantic suspense books. My contemporary series called Carolina Series is based on the small town I grew up in. The first book Carolina Hope is out now. Carolina Longing and Carolina Faith will be out very soon. I also just had the privilege of being a part of Paige Tyler’s Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World series. My first book Burning Fury is out now.

I love connecting with my readers. I promise to try to make you laugh daily. Readers Can Find Anne:

Website | Twitter | Amazon

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Anne Welch will be attending Romancing the Smokies

March 17-18, 2017 | Hilton Knoxville Airport, Alcoa, TN

Romancing the Smokies, a production by Sweet Romance Author Donna Wright, is a romance readers dream with a Emerald Isle event, author meet and greet, an elegant luncheon, book signing, Masquerade Ball including fun casino games, plus tons of swag and giveaways. Here, readers get to meet their favorite authors and authors get to connect with readers. We have put together authors from every sub-genre of Romance and even some Mystery authors so you, the reader, can make a personal connection and really get to know the authors whose books you’ve loved.

See full details at our website HERE.
See ticket options at Eventbright HERE. (the book signing from 2 to 4 on Saturday is free to the public)
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Valentine's Day Author Hop/Giveaway


Happy Valentine's Day my friends and welcome to the Valentine Author Blog Hop. Today is all about the authors on the hop and you may find some new reads/authors to enjoy and maybe a contest or two as well. :-) 

For  my post, I am going to showcase my second book, Passion's Embrace, which is part of my paranormal erotic romance series Devon Falls. It's a Valentine's themed story that has a dream walker, a bachelor/dog auction and some steamy scenes with light kink to heat things up. 


Paranormal Erotic Romance
Fireborn Publishing
Get it for $0.99 till Feb. 14th
Available at Publisher

With the help of a charity fundraiser, Raven DeMarco is set up to find Mr. Right on Valentine's Day. The problem is, she's already found Mr. Right...in her dreams. Now, she needs to find the sexy man in real life.
Can a cynical woman find the man of her dreams in real life this Valentine's Day?
With the help of a charity fundraiser, Jenna sets up her friend, Raven DeMarco, to find her own perfect mate. Raven though, has found Mr. Right...in her dreams. Now, if she could only find the sexy man in real life.
CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-release title. It was originally published under the title of Red Hot Magic. The story has been expanded and re-edited.
Teaser Excerpt:
Jenna Stevens walked into the Candy Kisses Shoppe, searching for Raven DeMarco. Once Raven saw what Jenna had in her hand, she knew her partner would definitely unleash her Cajun temper. Still, Jenna couldn't resist playing a little part in helping her friend find a love similar to the one Jenna now enjoyed. She couldn't imagine a love like she had with Marc until he walked into her life this past Christmas season. Each day brought something new with him and she was in agreement that Raven deserved the kind of passion and love Marc had brought into her life.
Looking around the shop, Jenna saw Raven was busy decorating the store for Valentine's Day. Glistening hearts hung from the ceiling, candles and cheery cherubs swung from the windows, and a huge double heart sparkled in the large front window. A chocolate picture in between the two hearts always caught Jenna's eye. With the help of her lover's magic, the window's appearance changed every few days. Visitors asked what caused it to change. Jenna made sure to tell them "the power of love" was responsible. A love like the one she shared with Marc was what she wanted for her best and most wonderful friend.
Jenna swept a critical eye over the well-stocked counter displays as her mind replayed what Marc introduced her to last night involving the many uses of candy. It was enough to make her blush all over, especially when she remembered how wanton she got whenever he touched her.
Shaking her head, she crossed the shop and went into the back room where they created their candy. "Raven, you got a minute? I got to talk to you about something."
Walking to the coffee pot, Jenna inhaled the aroma of the wonderful chicory coffee Raven made every morning. She soon spotted her friend near the cooler door.
Pouring a cup of strong, steaming liquid to give her the caffeine buzz she thoroughly enjoyed, Jenna tried to figure out a way to bring up the Bachelor/Dog Auction set for Valentine's Day to benefit the local animal shelter.
Jenna turned around and leaned against the marble counter. As she sipped her morning brew, she studied Raven from under her lashes. Tall and strikingly beautiful, Raven exuded a confidence that drew many men's eyes. With her long blond hair, piercing green eyes with long lashes, and pouty lips begging for kisses, her single days would be few once she met the right man.
"I know you don't have plans for Valentine's Day. Why haven't you gotten out lately? You used to have a date each week, and I always teased you about it," Jenna asked, watching Raven warily.
"Cheri, I swore off men after my last disastrous date with Mr. Exotic. I think it was around the time you met Marc, if I remember correctly." Raven straightened slowly. "I decided to take a break. Let's just say that date with Mr. Exotic wasn't so exotic or as wonderful as you could imagine. When a date becomes Mr. Grabby Hands, I wasn't as amused as he thought I was supposed to be."
"You know I want you as happy as I am with Marc. I want you to find the love you deserve. I know you, Raven. We've been friends for ages. Can you honestly tell me that you're happy the way you are, that you're not lonely?"
Raven sighed. "You know me so well, cheri. I do want love, but I also know it will come when it is the right time. Am I not right? Didn't I tell you that you would find the one man to make you weak in the knees when you least expected? Then in walked Marc."
Jenna took a deep breath and handed Raven the flyer she had hiding behind her on the counter. "Raven, I know you're right, but I still think you should check this out. Maybe just have some harmless fun."
"What is this, Jenna?" Raven held the paper and read the flyer aloud, "It's that time of year again when Cupid flies around delivering love arrows. The Bachelor/Dog Auction will benefit the local animal shelter. Four-legged animals need love, too. Winners go out on a date to the scrumptious Fairy Castle Restaurant. Join the fun at the Dragon Inn, Valentine's Day at seven pm. Check out the dogs that need your love and support, as well as the men that accent them."
Raven looked at her friend after reading the flyer and smiled. "It's okay, Jenna. I was planning to attend anyway, just to see if they had any dogs that would be right for Allegra and me. The cat needs something to torture besides my feet when I am sleeping."
Jenna relaxed a bit and chuckled at the affectionate, yet exasperated tone she heard in Raven's voice when speaking of her kitten.
Raven gave a wicked little laugh. "Besides, cheri, the men won't be too bad, either."
A huge wave of relief went through Jenna at Raven's reaction to the flyer. "I was hoping you wouldn't lose that Cajun temper on me if I brought it up."
Laughing a little, Jenna finished her coffee and smiled, hugging her friend. "I only want what's best for you. Now, I think we need to get some more candy-coated hearts finished in time for the most romantic day of the year."
With a wave, Jenna nearly skipped into the store to get ready for the anticipated rush of people ordering their Valentine gifts, hoping Raven was serious about attending the charity auction.
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Where to find the rest of the blog hop participants: http://www.nickijmarkus.com/2017/01/valentine-author-blog-hop-sign-ups.html

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