Yes, that's right, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse is FREE on Amazon UK. Go, run, grab your copy, it's only free for a limited time so please spread the word and if you enjoy my naughty nurse a review would be hugely appreciated!
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
The Jeep Diva has given my erotic novella Dangerous to Know an awesome review!
Gritty and scandalous describes Lily Harlem’s Dangerous to Know. This short story brought me to the edge of sexual fantasy and depravity and back again. The protagonist, Karen, has a whore fantasy that she desires to explore. Lucky for her, the hunky thug that hangs out in the park is willing to entertain her fantasy, bringing danger to her doorstep.
This short story leaves nothing to the imagination. Dangerous to Know is completely in your face with steamy, perverse sex, proving that sometimes twistedness and depravity is a fantasy in the making. Ms. Harlem delivers dark imagery that will shock and entertain. A must read, but not for the faint of heart. Open-mindedness and free-thinking are a must when reading this short story. I loved it and hated it all at the same time, thus telling me that Ms. Harlem is one hell of a writer of erotica!
Monday, 29 April 2013
Within Earth’s five dimensions, nothing is as it seems…and desire is never far away.
In E4’s jungle, Kuma was the Alpha werewolf, bent on revenge against the hated guards. Swept with them into the E1 dimension, now he prowls Seattle at night, stopping the thugs from abducting women for use as sex slaves in E4’s Pleasure Palace.
On her way home from her nursing job, Gwen senses danger in the night’s shadows—an instant before a stranger attacks. Clinging to consciousness, she watches the impossible, a wolf fighting him off…protecting her. She wakes in her own bed, convinced it must have been a dream until she sees Kuma in human form. Virile, intense. A man like no other.
Within his powerful embrace, Gwen experiences rapture she didn’t believe existed. His unrestrained lust and burning need end her loneliness, though not the menace they face. The guards are a constant threat in their hunt for women and their determination to see Kuma dead. Together, he and Gwen must fight—for his life, her freedom, their future.
Out-of-this-world sex and a romance to die for. Features a hunk whose inner beast won’t be tamed, and the woman who craves his most shameless desire.
He caught the woman’s scent on the damp breeze. Earthy like the fragrance of the surrounding vegetation. Sensual with female musk and spices from this realm, some sweet, some warm…the same as he imagined her breath and skin.
Those fragrances and danger had led him here.
Lifting his face to the night’s drizzle, he inhaled deeply, savoring her sensual aroma, picturing what she might look like, welcoming the images that followed. He envisioned her naked in the jungle where he’d once lived, the contours of her nudity bathed in the faint light of dawn breaking through countless leaves. Moisture beaded on her shoulders and throat. The droplets glimmered much as the insects did in his dimension. Those pearls of water grew fat, slipping past her full breasts to her torso and navel. Others clung to her nipples until her heightened breathing shook them free. He sensed her excitement, her desire for him.
On his plane, she would have faced him without fear of what he was, her lips tilting in a smile, so provocative, her voice enticing. “Can you catch me?” she would murmur, then draw back her shoulders in a surprisingly arrogant stance. “Can you possible satisfy me?”
In his fantasy, he laughed at her audaciousness and waited for so much more.
Her turning and running, playing their game, demanded he follow if he intended to have her.
Never was there any doubt, not even in his thoughts. At a full run, he chased her through the foliage. Leaves slapped him. The rain that clung to their velvety contours flung in all directions. He darted around the same trees she had, breaking through the plants that towered over them. Insects scattered with his approach. In the distance, a birdlike creature called to its mate. Its full-throated cry cut through the heavy quiet.
He sensed the other males in their pack watching, waiting for him to fail so they could mount her.
He’d been alone too long, without a female’s comfort and warmth, her concern for his safety telling him that he mattered.
His feet pounded the soil; his lungs burned. Every part of his being desired her. She gasped as he bolted past. An unexpected move, until she guessed his intent. Pivoting, she tried to retrace her steps. Too late. He was faster than she was, far more determined.
With one arm around her waist, he pulled her into him. Her plush ass nuzzled his cock, making it even harder. She smelled of woman and animal need. Whimpering in submission, she turned her face to his, lips parted. He captured her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, and growled at her wet heat, the willingness with which she suckled his tongue.
He kissed her deep, long, savagely, the animal part of him freed by passion. She responded in kind, allowing him to direct her to the ground, where she went to her hands and knees. Her hair, as he imagined it, fell forward to sweep the jungle floor. She lifted her buttocks, her openings exposed for his use. A servile yet shameless move. Her cunt was moist, glistening with her lust. Her soft folds were plump with desire.
He dropped to his knees and brought his cock to her opening, though he didn’t yet penetrate. The other males in his pack edged closer, smelling his carnal hunger. Hers. Their eyes glittered in the shadows. He knew their need.
His own was too great to wait a second more. With one assured thrust, he drove his cock into her softness and heat. His mouth sagged opened on a pleasured gasp. Deeply, fully he drove his rod into her until their bodies touched to prove his claim. She belonged to him…always would. Her sheath was snug, a wondrous prison confining him in the best possible way.
Welcome sensations dashed up his chest and arms to tingle the top of his head. He pulled back and thrust, his balls tapping her ass. A shudder escaped him. He—
A stream of male and female workers to his left exited the tall beige building, stalling his thoughts. He fought the urge to fall back into the shadows of the hospital, uncertain as to what went on within. The structure was nothing like the Pleasure Palace in the realm from which he’d come. The Palace’s contours were massive and black with no openings at all, the activities inside hidden from those in the jungle. Icy white light poured from this building’s many windows, too high for him to peer inside.
The woman’s scent grew stronger.
He looked beyond the males and females who moved past. At that moment, the crowd thinned out, revealing a woman who’d lagged behind the others. Her.
The breeze seemed to pause. He no longer felt the rain sprinkling his face. Indescribable sensations pumped through him, a mixture of wonder and caution. He shouldn’t stare, knowing it would bring attention to himself, yet he couldn’t resist.
A tall female, she wore jeans as he did and what he’d learned was a hoodie on this side, the navy fabric pulled up over her head, protecting her hair from the thin autumn shower, hiding those tresses from him. The few wisps that escaped were short and dark. She’d stopped in a wedge of light from the building, the harsh illumination revealing her exotic features, lush lips, coppery skin. Her fragrance wafted toward him again, the woodsy scent intoxicating, complementing her pale blue eyes, the color sheer, ethereal.
Beads of water collected on her long, dark lashes.
She shoved her hands into her hoodie’s pockets, advanced a few steps, then stopped, noticing him.
Rain pattered against the concrete, matching the brisk thumping of his pulse. Music poured from inside a car, the steady throb of its bass intensifying the moment. Wind whipped past. Tires swished over asphalt.
Ignoring the incessant noise, she studied him with what appeared to be female interest and curiosity. His legs weakened at the thought that she might come to him. He imagined her drawing closer.
She remained where she was, color rising to her cheeks, darkening them. Why? Because she feared him…or wanted him?
Heat radiated from his chest to his belly and groin, stiffening his cock. Unused to clothing, he wanted to tear away his jeans, tee and suede jacket. At the very least, he ached to approach her. Intuition warned him to remain where he was…for the moment. When she left, he’d follow. He had no choice, sensing what awaited her on the shadowed streets. Within the last half hour, the smell of a guard—one of the most hated predators in his realm—had grown more obvious, leading him to this part of the city. If the night air had been calm, he might have located the man’s hiding place with little effort. As it was, the wind kept changing direction, snatching the odor away.
To put her at ease and keep her from leaving the safety of this place, he smiled.
Her lips parted. A bead of rain slipped over the bottom one to her chin. He imagined licking it off, kissing her throat, taking her into his arms and doing so much more.
His desire didn’t go unnoticed. She seemed uncertain whether to return his smile or to flee.
Stay here until the threat’s gone. The guard will move on to a new location. He’ll stalk another woman.
Her indecision broke. She crossed the parking lot, her strides long and purposeful.
On instinct, he advanced a step, then stopped himself from tailing her. He couldn’t now, not after they’d exchanged such a prolonged glance. For him to follow too close behind would make her run, perhaps scream, bringing unwanted notice. His only option was to wait and allow things to play out as they had since he’d come to this realm, hunting—killing—protecting those he could in the hours before dawn.
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue
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In celebration of Shameless Desire’s release, I’m offering one of my backlist ebooks to one lucky commenter. The winner’s choice includes:
1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away - #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick - NOR
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Yeah, for another Sunday, and this week a snog from Scored, why? Because it's FREE on Amazon for a few days only!
“Oh, fuck, please, take all of me,” he begged, gripping my upper arms.
Slowly, I sat completely down on him, taking every inch of his cock into my body. The filling was so intense I half collapsed. He tightened his hold on my arms. Kept me hovering over him.
“Ah,” I managed. “Ah, I just, oh it’s so...”
“Fucking good?” he said onto my lips.
“Yes, so fucking good.” I kept very still, adjusting to his size and adoring the way my flesh had to stretch to the point of painful pleasure to accommodate him.
“Move,” he said after a few minutes. “Fuck me, Nicky, please. Take what you want. I’m at your mercy.”
“Really.” I stared down at him.
“More than you will ever know.”
I shifted and he released my arms. Quickly, I harnessed his wrists and pressed them into the pillow on either side of his head. So he was pinned down—by me.
“So that’s how you want to play it, huh?” His eyebrows twitched.
“Just for tonight.” My hands looked ridiculously tiny holding the thick tendons and muscles of his wrists. Whereas he could hold both of mine in a single hand, I couldn’t even circle one of his. Plus, the bulging muscles in his biceps were at least twice the thickness of my arms. It would take Lewis only a smudge of effort to shake me off. But he didn’t, he lay there surrendered, trapped, while I eased up, so just the tip of his cock sat at my entrance.
It was a teasing gesture and extracted a prolonged moan from him that rumbled from his chest and into his throat. I kissed him and caught the sound in my mouth, swallowed it and mixed it with my own groan.
“More,” he said onto my lips. “Please, more.”
“Say it,” I said, in my best masterful voice. “Say fuck me more, Nicky.”
“Fuck me more, Nicky.”
I giggled but the noise turned into a gasp as his cock hit my cervix. I’d dropped hard and fast onto him, surprising myself.
He twitched his arms and pressed his head into the pillow. He gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared with each breath.
I closed my eyes and became lost in sensation. Set up a wonderful grinding rhythm that kept him buried deep but stimulated my clit on his concrete-hard pubis. Sweat popped on my back and chest, and my panting breaths were hard to catch. My arms trembled and my breasts jigged and jostled. Pressure was building, sublime orgasmic pressure that I knew would detonate soon.
“Fuck, you’re going to get me to the finish line too early if you keep going like that,” he said.
“I can already see the finish line.”
He was staring up at me, his body perfectly still, apart from his rapidly rising and falling chest. I felt completely wild, feral, gyrating on top of him, seeking my satisfaction as I crushed my clit against solidity. I didn’t care. This is what Lewis did to me. He allowed me to be the passionate, confident, sexual woman that I wanted to be. There was no reason to hide, or pretend I was anything other than who I was.
His cock was so hard now—as hard as it ever became. He was just about to come. His arms had lifted from the pillow, even though my full weight was pressing onto them. His face had contorted and he held his breath.
Luckily my climax was there for the taking. Pushing upright so I could spear myself onto him, I took him as deep as was physically possible, and came with soul-aching intensity, crying out my pleasure. My pussy throbbed around him and my clit pulsed deliciously.
He shot forward and squeezed me against his chest. Heat burst from his cock, spreading its warmth into my core. I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t—I was frozen in ecstasy.
“Ah, ah, ah, yes,” he groaned into my ear. “Oh, fucking hell, too damn good.”
I gripped his shoulders, managed to pull in a ribbon of air. Nothing had ever felt so perfect. So completely wonderful.
“It just gets better,” he said, tugging my hair and tipping my head back. He kissed down my neck to my collarbone. His breaths blew like a storm onto my tingling flesh. A shockwave of pleasure radiated from his kisses to each corner of my being. My pussy clamped around him again, eking every last drip of pleasure from his cock.
He groaned. “Oh, God, Nicky. I’ve never felt like this. As soon as I’ve made love to you I just want to do it all over again.”
I tensed at the ‘L’ word. Love. Is that what we were doing? Making love? I thought we were just fucking. But he’d definitely just used the love word.
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Here are the links to grab your copy of Scored and please also check out my new, super sexy release Breathe You In...
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors (WeWriWa). This is my first time joining in this meme and I'm kicking it off with 8 sentences from a FREE novel. Yes, that's right, Scored, my sexy soccer story is available as a free download on Amazon this weekend only and it's already flying high at #1 in the Free Erotic Fiction chart!
Here are 8 sentences from the first chapter as Nicky, a sports reporter following the England football team, is getting her knickers in a twist about being the only reporter at the press conference not being allowed to ask the team captain, Lewis Tate, her question...
Here are 8 sentences from the first chapter as Nicky, a sports reporter following the England football team, is getting her knickers in a twist about being the only reporter at the press conference not being allowed to ask the team captain, Lewis Tate, her question...
“Hey, for crying out loud,” I bellowed. “I might be a female sports reporter but I still have as much right as all these guys to ask my question. What are you, a bunch of pig-headed sexists?” As I shouted out the last few words I was aware of the room becoming quiet.
No, more than quiet - utterly silent.
Lewis stopped, turned and settled his piercing gaze directly on me. His eyebrows hung low and his lips tightened.
My throat felt tight and my mouth dry. Had I really just called the captain of the England football team a sexist pig?
It seemed I had.
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Greetings to all you fans of spanking, this week two treats for you, one of the slapping kind, the other a FREE novel.
First things first, here is a snippet from The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita which is a novella in Total-E-Bound's Bollywood series. Set in India this tale is of a modern Indian couple who after their arranged marriage are learning all about what turns the other on, it seems their parents unknowingly matched them together perfectly in many, many ways including in the bedroom. But will Kamini ever confess to Damon that she is the author of the weekly column in Ichchha Magazine that follows fictional character Harita on her sexy submissive journeys? Or, is it best for her to use the fact her new Dominant husband secretly reads this men's magazine and then turns Harita's experiences into reality for his new wife?
Here is a snippet from Kamini getting her first spanking with a hairbrush, after putting the idea of a slapping punishment scene into Damon's head by using her secret writing.
“Teasing me in public,” he said, “will mean you get punished when we come home.” His eyes flashed in a way that made me think he very much hoped I would, in some way, tease him in public, maybe with a flirty look or a stray hand beneath a tablecloth.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “What punishment you think you would deserve for the crime of teasing me in public?”
“A...a spank, Sir.” My pussy hummed at the thought of bending over his knees, my bum high and open to his palm. Unable to do anything about the strikes he could rain down on me. Squirming and writhing would do no good once he had me secure.
“Yes, absolutely.” He pulled his eyebrows low and pointed at the top drawer of the dresser. “Pass me your hairbrush.”
I gulped and reached into the drawer. My hairbrush was large and wooden. Paddle shaped and the hundreds of metal teeth on one side were strong and bordered on sharp.
“Give it to me.”
He held out his hand, and nervously I stepped up to him and placed it in his palm.
He tested the weight of it, ran the tip of his finger over the teeth and down the long, smooth handle then made a circle with his thumb and index finger and ran it up and down the handle the way he’d done to his cock the night before. “Perfect,” he said, smiling and looking up at me.
I hope you enjoyed this snippet, I adored the challenge of researching and writing a story set in a different culture from my own, and was thrilled when I got this review for Harita on Goodreads - A fascinating look at middle class modern India. Incredibly sexy and erotic with an atypical ending. I loved it.
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Before you go, grab yourself a copy of SCORED, no spanking in this one but it is FREE on Amazon US, UK and has some super-sexy moments with the captain of the England football team! Please LIKE the Amazon page while you're there and feel free to spread the word. At the end of SCORED are bonus chapters from my latest super sexy release Breathe You In and from my m/m/f novel The Glass Knot.
Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend :-)
Friday, 26 April 2013
The bestselling The Butcher, The Baker and The Candlestick Maker has been republished this month. I read Suzanne's story when it was first released several years ago and devoured it in one sitting.
It reads as an erotic memoir and you become a voyeur observing a 40 year old, divorced woman's rampant sex life. Set in London the amount of copulating with different partners is eye-watering and the candid honesty about what she really wants is both refreshing and shocking. But it's not just the physical act, emotions are tugged every which way as she searches for 'the one' and for a good time whether it is with an anonymous one night stand or a man she is beginning to have feelings for. Check it out, though not if you're easily shocked, this book is unashamed in its details when it comes down to the nitty gritty of sex.
After losing her virginity to a stagehand she meets on a school field trip to the theatre, Suzanne takes up with a succession of lovers, from punk rockers to university boys to personal-ad Romeos, before settling down with a dashing man who turns out to be more interested in his career than in sex.
Ten frustrating years later, a chance meeting on the internet with an American 3,000 miles away dooms her marriage, but helps Suzanne regain her confidence and sparks a journey of self-discovery that is anything but typical.
“explicit … an erotic adventuress who refuses to allow her sexuality to be caged by society’s conventions” – The Observer
“naughty, open and true” – More Magazine
“intelligently written and brutally honest” – Metro
Thursday, 25 April 2013
For years tortured heroes have captured our imagination - just look at Heathcliffe in Wuthering Heights and Mr Brocklehurst in Jane Eyre - and they have instilled in us a need to nurture and to understand.
As an author I enjoy having characters that are a bit quirky, both heroes and heroines, and I've certainly had a few tortured heroes. One that springs to mind from a recent release is Raven Starr in Teamwork.
Teamwork is part of my HOT ICE series, all about those bad boys of the ice (books can be enjoyed as stand-alone reads). Most of these novels feature guys with issues, because with all that testosterone whizzing about, there's bound to be some, right! But in Teamwork, Raven really does have a lot on his plate, he's a surly grump to be honest until his physical therapist - the very lovely heroine of the story - manages to dig beneath the surface and find out what's really going on in his head. You can find more details about HOT ICE here and keep an eye out for High-Sticked, the 5th book, coming soon.
Breathe You In features a hero with a difference. Ruben Strong is not a swinging through the trees or scoring points hero, he's had an incredibly tough time and it's his compassion and determination to fight for his life that makes him a man worthy of the heroine, Katie's, love. This book was amazing to write, it really pulled my emotions around as I penned it. But I don't want to give too much away here other than to say I got the idea for this story when working as a nurse in a coronary care unit in Oxford, England.
First reader review for Breathe You In - “This book is so wonderful I can't even begin to express my feelings about it. Packed full of emotion. The writing is wonderful, the setting so vivid, and the relationship between this couple as it grows is so very real, so...just so brilliant.
I will NEVER forget this story. It's one of those that will haunt my mind for years to come. There comes a time when you pick up a book and sink into it right away. Breathe You In tugged so hard, kept me reading and rooting, and I must thank Ms Harlem for penning a story that will always be with me.”
Available from Amazon
This week I'm giving away SCORED which features super confident, amazingly talented and misunderstood hero Lewis Tate. You can grab your copy from Amazon US, or Amazon UK or whichever Amazon around the world you prefer! At the end of Scored you'll find bonus chapters to whet your appetite from Breathe You In and The Glass Knot.
I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading and have a great day.
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Not Her Type is a re-release from fellow Brit Babe Kay Jaybee and I'm more than happy to sing it's praises. I read this one cold winter's day and I can tell you, it warmed me up from the inside out!
The two main characters are hugely likeable and easy to identify with, the plot goes in directions you don't expect and the sex is off the scale hot, edgy too, makes you compelled to keep turning the pages feeling both shocked and delighted.
I loved how their's was just an ordinary event that turned into an extraordinary relationship. How often do we all get parcels delivered? Frequently I'm guessing, but how often do we end up naked and sweaty on the lounge floor with the delivery man and then obsessing about the next parcel arriving? Mmm, not very often, but be warned, once you've read Not Her Type you'll never look at a courier the same again!
Keep reading to enjoy a sexy snippet courtesy of Kay herself...
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type...
What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.
A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant.
Standing in front of her, diving a hand under Jenny’s top, John squeezed her left nipple hard, wonderfully hard, making her squeal with pain-tingling gratification. Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement.
Moving as if on auto-pilot, Jenny’s fingers visited the waistband of his trousers, but in her haste she couldn’t get his belt undone. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of charcoal grey boxers appeared, swiftly followed by—Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years – perhaps ever.
As she knelt before him, the voice in Jenny’s head continued its rant, reminding her that she hated giving blowjobs. Since her first experience as a college student, she had liked neither the taste of cock nor the sensation of being gagged. Now, however, working on instincts she’d never known she had, Jenny took John deep into her throat. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth.
‘Hell, girl, have you any idea how often I’ve dreamt of you doing this?’ John confessed. ‘Night after night I wank about you, about you holding me in your throat like this.’
Jenny was consumed with a perverse pride as she listened to John’s words, wondering if she should admit to the stolen moments she’d spent alone with a silver vibrator and her own filthy imaginings – imaginings contrary to her normal fantasies, imaginings that often featured him.
His penis felt fantastic in her mouth, but the restless ache in Jenny’s pussy was becoming unbearable, and she pulled away, panting. The instant she let go of his shaft, John tugged her back to her feet and grasped her butt, kneading it in a way that would give her bruises for days to come, while kissing her as if his life depended on it.
Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.
Her head buzzed, her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down, but at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.
Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. ‘I want to see you on your hands and knees,’ he ordered.
Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.
Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body and flipped her onto her back before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing the glorious warmth of her orgasm as he shot his spunk into her naked body.
As their breathing levels returned to normal, John knelt close to Jenny, teasing out the springy curls of her hair as he spoke. ‘I’m sorry Jen. I don’t like just walking out on you, but I have to go. I’m behind with my rounds.’
Jenny watched her courier dress with lightning speed, leaving in a flurry of promises and assurances that he’d return the following week.
Find out more about Kay on her website.
Monday, 22 April 2013
I'm thrilled to have a great review just in from By The Broomstick for my fourth Hot Ice novel Teamwork.
I particularly liked this story. I can't wait to read the other books in the series. It's a good story about hockey player(s) falling in love with their physical therapist. They are some seriously good looking men & they are seeking love & lots of fun at first. Fiona isn't a hockey fan so for her they are just hot looking men to really rev her libido, when she's offered the perfect opportunity to come to America, work with Todd & Raven, as well as attend a conference she really wanted to go to but couldn't afford, she was all for it.
Todd otherwise known as Pretty on the team is doing his best to woo her & she's all for it, except, a certain hardheaded hockey player has already occupied her heart, fascinated her and makes her want to shove him in a ice bath at the same time. Especially after their fight on the plane when she goes at him after he growled at her one too many times.
Raven was a hard nut to crack (come on I haven't done a lame joke in a while), I really enjoyed watching him slowly lose his inhibitions and fall deep. But he tries so hard not to let it show & yet his reaction when she came home from her date?? Hilarious!!! I particularly love the chemistry between the three of them. I really loved reading the beginning of the love affair especially the love scene in the kitchen, when Todd licks his lips?? Yeah I knew then that he was a little in love with Raven.
The other romances of the other hockey players sound like they might be a treat as well, I'll be looking into those as well. Keep on the look out I will be sharing reviews about those as well.
Slade is a half Native American man with nothing to lose and wants to sell his ranch. Jess is a stubborn, resourceful woman with everything to lose who is determined to buy it. What neither expected was to face was the biggest gamble of their lives.
Slade Blackclaw was a drifter with no desire to settle down and even less to become a rancher. However, with the death of his father he inherited the ranch that his cherished mother had adored until her death. Being half Native American afforded Slade no luxury in life and he's learned to take what he needs when he has to.
Jess Logan needed to work. Her father, William "Sly Bill" Logan, was growing deeper in gambling debt as each day passed. The last beating left him bedridden for more than a week. Though she hated him for all but selling her off to pay his latest debt, losing her mother at the age of six made Sly Bill her only remaining family and someone she would not turn her back on. She had less than three months to come up with the money owed or she'd have to marry the dirty, foul smelling Otis Grayson in order to settle her father's debt.
After returning to Blueridge, Montana to survey the ranch, Slade decided he wouldn’t stay. Having a permanent home was not in his cards. Taking out an ad at the local saloon, he acquiesces and meets the only person who replied. Little did he know, Jess was nothing like what he expected.
Jess knows she isn't what Slade had hoped for...let alone what he wanted. But with debtors closing in on her father, and very possibly her virginity, Jess will do anything or be anyone for Slade to save her father and, more importantly, herself.
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Release is scheduled for late October with a full book tour beginning in November. To keep up on Slade, Jess, Sly Bill and the release of Outlaw’s Gamble, please visit any or all of the following: Website – Blog – Facebook and keep an eye out for prizes on the Tour Giveaway.
Years ago, Kharisma traded in snow, ice and tornadoes for sun, heat, sand and mountains. She now lives in beautiful Arizona with her husband, kids & rescue dogs and goats.
Now, in her eleventh year in Arizona, she is once again braving new terrain and has moved up into the White Mountains. This will be the first year that she will see freezing temperatures and snow.
Her love for nature and animals is well known and she gets to indulge it in her new home with wolves, coyotes, snakes, and various other creatures as her nearest neighbors. Living in the middle of nowhere is something she wouldn’t change for the world.
Dabbling in writing through Junior High and High School, Kharisma officially got her start writing LGBT, BDSM and erotica. Never one to slow down, she started writing several additional genres including crime, medical, historical and paranormal. Her latest adventure is a dark horror. Her Highlander Mine serial is an unexpected success of which she hopes to have more of.
When you pick up one of her books, she wants you to walk away turned on and inspired! Come take a stroll into Kharisma’s worlds of ecstasy, love, adventure and fear. Her website is here: http://www.kharismarhayne.com/ and you can also find her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KharismaRhayne
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Just out this week, Breathe You In has been an amazing book to write. The characters completely called to me and lived with me while they told me their story, so how could I not share a snippet today from their first kiss, shared on a picnic in the Northamptonshire countryside...
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“Katie,” he whispered when I pulled back from our soft kiss.
“I’m sorry.” I could taste him, just a little. It hadn’t been a big, open-‐ mouthed snog, merely a touch. But still, it had spoken a thousand words, and it was the first time I’d kissed anyone other than Matt in nearly a decade.
“No, please don’t apologize.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs grazing my collarbones through my t-‐shirt. “I liked it, but... are you sure?”
“I’m trying to put my life back together, too, Ruben. Matt will always be with me, no one can replace him.” I paused, juddered in a breath and put my hand on Ruben’s chest again. “Our time together was cut short, but the memories I have, they’re good memories.” I tried to find the right words; my emotions were tangled, my thoughts jumbled, but basically I just wanted to be with Ruben, it felt right. In a very basic, limbic part of my brain Ruben was someone I needed. “But I want to make new memories, happy ones, fun ones. I can’t be a sad widow who everyone feels sorry for anymore. It’s not what Matt would have wanted for me, I know that.”
“If he loved you he would have wanted you to find happiness again.” H stroked his thumbs to the dip at the base of my throat, shifting my silky scarf. It was a small, delicate caress that sent a shiver of something scarily like desire tickling over my skin.
“He did love me,” I said, “with all of his heart.”
And did that heart still love me? The one I could feel beating right now? Is that where love was stored, in the fibers of the cardiac muscle? And if so, did that mean Matt’s love had been transferred into Ruben when Matt’s heart was transplanted? Did Ruben love me already, because of the reassignment of an organ?
“Katie?” He frowned a little.
“For the first time it feels right to hear that said.”
“That he would have wanted me to be happy. Oh, it’s been said to me by lots of well-meaning friends over the last year, since the anniversary of his death, and I’ve just nodded and agreed, put on my usual fake smile.” I shook my head. “But now, here, yes, he would have wanted me to be looking for happiness again and I want to find it. Not because it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, but because it’s what I want. I need to feel alive again, because, like you said, I am alive.”
Ruben smiled, the edges of his mouth tilting a fraction and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepening. “Me too. God, me too.” He kissed me, a gentle connection, his tongue dipping into my mouth the tiniest amount.
I slid both my hands over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my body, and our chests touched. My breasts, through my top, squeezed up against his firm pectoral muscles.
His kiss was tender and sweet, his lips a new shape for me to learn. I touched the tip of my tongue to his, drew in the slightly salty, masculine flavor of him and knew it was something I wanted more of.
He pulled me closer still. I shifted, and next thing I knew he was resting me backwards. I unfolded my legs, stretched out and knocked away the pot of carrot sticks.
The feel of Ruben over me, kissing me, was exciting, frightening, wonderful and painful all at the same time.
He kissed across my cheek, to my ear. His breaths were loud, his weight carefully held on his elbows.
I ran my hands down his smooth back, tracing the dips and rises of his spine and the planes of his shoulder blades, all the time staring up at the cloudless sky and the bows of the birches, their tiny leaves shivering in the breeze.
“You smell like flowers,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.
“Yes, so pretty.” He lifted his head and looked down at me. “Kissing you here, now, it’s my top new memory.”
I smiled; the smile grew and grew until it balled my cheeks and another giggle escaped. “I think it’s mine too.”
He kissed me again. I shut my eyes, lost myself in the moment. That small shiver of desire was back. The need for more, skin-‐on-skin and getting closer was growing. Ruben had that certain something that worked for me. His smell, taste and the way he made me feel like everything would be all right, it was something I could get hooked on.
I ran my hands over the waistband of his jeans, stroked his arse cheeks through the denim. Damn, what a cute bum, taut and the perfect handful.
He dropped his weight a little more, our chests pressed harder together and his groin pushed into my right hip. The kiss deepened, and a fizz of lust sparked through me. It couldn’t be ignored. My nipples were tight, there was a tug in my lower abdomen, the start of a need—a need I hadn’t thought of for so long.
I lifted my left leg, curled it over the back of his and squeezed up against him. It was then I felt a long, hard bulge.
“Ruben,” I gasped into his mouth as a fist of something raw and primitive gripped me. Could we? Here?
“Damn, I’m sorry, I...” He lifted up, completely off me.
I hope you enjoyed that steamy snippet, the emotions are so tangled here, there is so much going on beneath the surface. If you want to check it out, here are the buy links
Thanks for reading, have a wonderful Sunday