New Release: Beast in Me – Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy by Sommer Marsden

by | Mar 30, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Beast In MeBlurb:

Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

Available from:
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Amazon US

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Excerpt:

A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.

‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.

Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.

‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’

Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.

‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.

‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.

Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.

‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.

Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.

Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.

Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’

Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.

He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.

‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.

The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’

‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.

‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’

The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’

How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.

Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’

‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’

That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.

Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!

Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.

The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’

‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.

‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.

‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.

‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’

‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’

The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.

‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’

‘You were watching me in wolf form.’

‘I was.’

‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.

‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’

‘No.’

‘Well, it does.’

*****

Bio:

Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.

Links:
Blog: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/sommer_marsden
Facebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden
Twitter: @sommer_marsden
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sommermarsden

New Release: The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu

by | Mar 29, 2013 | | 1 Comment

The Phallus of OsirisTHE PHALLUS OF OSIRIS

VALENTINA CILESCU

Available from:
Amazon UK
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All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble
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Death and Lust and Vampires!

The Master is a sex vampire. His aim: to dominate through the glories of the flesh. His minions are beautiful and lascivious and their eager bodies and warped minds are bent to his evil purpose. The lost Phallus of Osiris is the greatest erotic talisman known to man and the Master will not rest until he has it in his possession. Just one woman can help him fulfil his dark ambitions – the one person who still resists him. Mara, the white witch. Great though the Master’s power is – in Mara, and The Phallus of Osiris, he may have met his match.

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Excerpt:

It was dark in the room. Dark and strangely airless. But Mara felt no fear. She stretched out her hand and touched her unseen lover’s hand. Although she could not see him, she knew he was standing by the side of the bed; that he was naked, and ready for her . . .

‘Come to me . . .’ breathed Mara. And her fingers moved from her lover’s hand to explore his body – running down his flank, his thigh; searching eagerly for the warm weight of his testicles; seeking out his most sensitive and intimate places to tease and excite his flesh; and bring him to her.

She heard his breathing: hoarse and quickening now. And seconds later, she felt him sit down on the bed beside her, felt the soft coverings yield to his weight as he lay down by her side and pressed his hot nakedness up against her willing flesh.

He was by her side now, stroking her with knowing fingers that seemed to read her mind, divine her every dream and wish. His fingers slid down her body, as though taking the measure of her, mapping out the fullest extent of the bounty offered to them. They fluttered like butterfly wings, up from the firm roundness of her hips to the taut flesh of her tiny waist, and then up still further; until at last they found the swelling amplitude of her magnificent breasts, caressing their firmness appreciatively.

He was kneeling beside her: leaning over her, the better to toy with her. Mara gasped with pleasure as invisible hands cupped her breasts and kneaded their warm and yielding flesh. Skilled fingers searched out the budding hardness of her nipples and pinched them between finger and thumb, just hard enough to provoke an irresistible blend of pain and pleasure.

‘Take me!’ gasped Mara, reaching up and touching the hands which were so knowingly exploring her body. They were strong hands, hands she felt she knew well; hands that were strong and sinewy and capable of great violence – and yet gentle enough to tease, torment, arouse.

Strong, sinewy wrists and forearms . . . She could reach no further; so she stretched out her hand to the side, and felt for the body of her unseen lover. Her hand made contact with his thigh, muscular and covered with thick, coarse hair. She slid her hand upwards, upwards, letting her fingers glide softly over the hairs; and she felt her lover tremble at the exquisite torment of her touch. Bolder now, she let her hand move higher still, and shivered with delight as her fingers brushed against her lover’s testicles.

They were heavy, vital, pulsating with a raw energy that communicated itself to her as she stroked their velvety pouch, weighing them in her palm. Then she let her fingers stray still further, and felt them slide deliriously along the smooth length of a hard and throbbing shaft that she knew yearned to bury itself in her.

And as she stroked it, she felt herself grow hotter and wetter, her juices welling up as though from some secret spring deep within her. It was as though she was melting from the inside outwards, as butter might melt in anticipation of the hot knife that would soon plough into its soft and willing depths . . .

The room was filled now with the fragrance of sex; the sweet, heady aroma of a cunt well greased, of a prick whose tip glistens with the first drops of semen, the first promise of the torrents to come. Mara slid her hand along her lover’s shaft and ran her fingertips gently over its tip: it was already slippery with love-juice and she shivered again with the delicious anticipation of its entry into her most intimate places.

*****

Other Modern Erotic Classics available:

  • The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
  • Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
  • The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu
  • Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
  • The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
  • The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
  • Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
  • The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
  • Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
  • The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés
  • Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
  • 3 by Julie Hilden
  • Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
  • Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
  • Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
  • The Agency by David Meltzer
  • Burn by Michael Perkins
  • Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
  • Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
  • Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
  • Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

Guest Blogger: Slave Nano

by | Mar 26, 2013 | | 3 Comments

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Random Musings on Ice Cream – Revisited

A few months ago when Lucy kindly invited me onto her site to talk about my story ‘One Scoop or Two’ in the Smut by the Sea anthology I contributed a blog about the inspiration behind the story.  The story is set in the Yorkshire seaside town of Bridlington and involves a lot of ice cream and a fair amount of oral sex!  But the ice cream parlour was inspired by one I remember from my childhood called Morellis in Broadstairs in Kent.

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Well, last week I visited Kent for the first time in a number of years, met up with an old school friend, visited some old haunts and went to a football game (Yay, come on you Gills! – that’s Gillingham FC to you, top of League Two as I write).  Of course Broadstairs featured highly on my itinerary and naturally the opportunity to visit the ice cream parlour of my childhood memories could not be missed.

Yes, I went to the Morellis ice cream parlour.  Was the ice cream as good as I remembered it?  Hell, yes, I should say so!  I had a double cornet with coffee and coconut ice cream……and it was awesomely delicious.  And Broadstairs itself was just as nice and quaint as I remember it too, so it was a great day out. I should stress I didn’t get locked into the parlour like Keeley and Darren in my story….hmm, a shame really!

I hope you’re all gearing yourself up to go to the ‘Smut by the Sea’ event in Scarborough on 22nd June.  I’m certainly looking forward to it.  I’ve offered to do a reading from my ‘One Scoop or Two’ story in the evening and during the day readings from my erotic novel ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ and launching the print version of it out at the same time.  The latter could be interesting as I’m inviting a couple of special guests to read for me (all will be revealed nearer the time).  It’ll be the first time I’ve read in front of an audience of more than one or two so I’m a bit nervous, but I reckon it’s going to be a lot of fun!.  So, hope to see you all in Scarborough in June.

One Scoop or Two?

Keeley’s boyfriend, Darren, had promised to take her on a weekend away.  Anticipating a romantic city break she is disappointed to discover what he has in mind is a trip to a traditional seaside town from his childhood.  But things take a distinctive turn for the better when the couple accidently get themselves locked into an ice cream parlour.  Ice cream sundaes will never be the same again for Keeley!

Get your copy of Smut by the Sea Volume 1 here – Volume 2 coming soon!

Slave Nano author profile

Slave Nano usually writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, though his contribution to ‘Smut by the Sea’ is in a slightly different vein.

Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom, not far from the seaside town of Bridlington!  He works full time and juggles his writing with this.

His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.  His first full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ was published in 2012.

Find out more about Slave Nano and his writing at www.slavenano.co.uk

Guest Blogger: Renee from Sh!

by | Mar 25, 2013 | | 3 Comments

Hey there lovely,

ReneePlease may I take this opportunity to introduce myself: my name is Renee, and I work at Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium in East London. I manage a team of fun, feisty females known as the ‘Sh! Girlz’ – a team of super-friendly sexperts who offer freshly-brewed cups of tea and useful advice whilst showing women & couples around tables full of sex toys.

Sh! is the UK’s first and still only truly female-focused erotic boutique, and we’re often referred to as the “best sex shop in London” (I’d say “best in UK” but I suspect I’m biased). Being female-focused means we ask that men be accompanied by a female – be that a friend, a wife or an open-minded auntie – when visiting the store (Lucy’s OH has this down perfectly ~ he even brings us yummy home-baked goods whenever he visits!) or visit during one of our weekly Gent’s Evenings.

My job is fun and varied, and I get to meet so many amazing people every day. It can be anything from women buying their first vibrators, to couples looking for inflatable anal toys (we don’t sell inflatables by the way, though we can certainly rustle up a good selection of gorgeous butt plugs), to Mistresses bringing in their slaves and ordering them about just for fun.

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A naughty submissive recently begged me to tell his Mistress that he had behaved badly (he hadn’t) so he would receive a longed-for caning. I fibbed and told Mistress that her sub had interrupted me whilst I was chatting to a customer, and surely such audacious behaviour must be corrected. Mistress was not happy, and I expect her sub was on the receiving end of some delightfully sharp swats once back home. (And if Mistress reads this I’ll probably get a spanking too – for lying!)

Part of my job involves offering help and advice to journalists looking for exciting products to write about, or the best tips for multiple orgasms. Most recently I received a brief asking for “the right balance of sexual education and wank material”. I did my very best and offered up several paragraphs with 4-letter words thrown in, but no doubt that the journo will have to embellish my efforts (too much of the first, and not enough of the latter!). I think I best leave the erotic writing to the likes of Lucy as she does it so much better!

And talking about writing ~ we host sexy reading events where awesome authors read their hot smut whilst the rest of us sit back and relax with a glass of bubbly and a cupcake or two… As it happens, the next event takes place on 20th April, when KD Grace and Kay Jaybee will be holding a joint book launch, and I’d love it if you could join us!

shop-corner-hi-resThe Sh! Girlz and I teach classes on a number of useful topics, such as sensual spanking and awesome oral sex (expertly managing a large manhood is a skill, you know!). The classes are fully dressed (behave!) and are all about empowering women and giving the guests the confidence to strut out of the classes like the amazing Sex Goddesses they are. We have had some wonderful reviews, but the best one was a lovely email from a lady who, after 20 years of marriage, finally bit the bullet (so to speak) and attended our most popular class, Blow His Mind. After applying her new-found tricks at home, hubz was so pleased he could barely walk…

And that, people, is what Sh! is all about – finding your inner sexual confidence and not being afraid of trying something new. Play, have fun, enjoy ~ as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual, sex & sexual pleasure in all its various forms is gloriously beautiful and so much fun!

Follow the Sh! Girlz for all the latest fun & frolics:

Twitter: @ShWomenstore

Facebook: Sh! Hoxton

Interview with Portia Da Costa

by | Mar 22, 2013 | | 2 Comments

I’m very (very, very) excited to announce that I have Portia Da Costa on my site today. Portia’s books were some of the first erotic books I ever read, and I’ve enjoyed her work ever since. I’m delighted that she’s here today to tell a little more about her writing career in general, and what other naughty goodness she has coming out.

 

Thanks so much for agreeing to be interviewed, it’s great to have you here. So here are a few questions to help readers to get to know you better.

Have you always written? How did you get started?

No, I didn’t start writing until I was in my thirties. I’ve always been an avid reader, but before that it had never occurred to me that someone like me could write a book or a story. But then, I started attending Star Trek and media conventions and I became friends with lots of lovely fan fiction writers there. I didn’t write Trek fiction myself, but I did try my hand at writing a short story to celebrate another fandom I was into at the time… and I was completely amazed to find I *could* actually write something. It was pretty terrible, admittedly, but it was a start. I went on to write more stories in that series, learning as I went, and eventually I decided that I’d try and get something published. The stories I’d been writing were erotic, but also romantic, so I set my sights on Mills & Boon initially. Getting accepted by Mills & Boon was as tough then as it is now, so after half a dozen attempts, I switched to submitting my work to erotica publishers instead. Last year however, Mills & Boon reprinted one of my HQN books in the UK. It’s only taken me twenty five years to get there! LOL

Did you write other genres before erotica and erotic romance?

Not really. I’ve been writing romantic erotica from day one, really, although I have also written a couple of sweeter romances since.

How did you start writing erotica and erotic romance?

I think I’ve pretty much covered that one in my previous answers. I’ve always written erotica and erotic romance. Many of my friends in fan fiction were writing the more erotic stuff, so it seemed natural for me to start there too.

What was the first piece you had published, and where?

It was a short story called THE MAN IN BLACK, and it was published in Forum magazine in 1991. My first erotic novel was published in 1992, and my first Black Lace novel, GEMINI HEAT, was published in 1994. Curiously enough, the hero of Gemini Heat is a gorgeous billionaire who’s into BDSM… so there’s nothing new under the sun, is there?

How did you feel about your first publication?

Elated! I found it hard to believe it had actually happened, even though I knew it had. I was still feeling that only ‘other people’ could be real writers, not me.

How did you come up with your pen name?

After I’d been writing for my first publisher for a little while, I had a book accepted for Black Lace and they asked me to come up with a new pseudonym. Fast! That evening, I watched ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ and the character of Archie had a daughter called ‘Portia’. The next day, I was watching some motorcycle racing on the telly, and heard the orthopaedic surgeon who looked after the riders referred to as ‘Doctor Da Costa’. Ta da!

What did you do before you started writing full time?

For many years I worked as a librarian, and then after that, I worked as a clerical officer in Local Government.

What inspires you?

It’s hard to pin that down. Ideas just seem to come to me out of the blue, but sometimes they’re prompted by something I’ve seen on the television, or in a film. Or something I’ve read in books, magazines, newspapers, or online. Or something I’ve seen when I’m out and about, in everyday life, or something I’ve overheard. It’s like a lot of little things gather in my subconscious and gradually blend together to make a story idea.

Who inspires you?

As a muse? Well, it’s usually some gorgeous actor or singer or other famous man that’s taken my fancy. My current inspiration is mainly Simon Baker, as the Mentalist, with a side order of Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock. In the past I’ve written books and stories with heroes inspired by Vincent D’Onofrio, James Marsters, Edward Norton, Dean Cain, David Krumholtz and many, many others… oh, I’ve had dozens of crushes!

What’s next for Portia Da Costa?

Well, I’ve got THE ACCIDENTAL CALL GIRL out now, and the next book in that series will be THE ACCIDENTAL MISTRESS, which continues the love story of John Smith, an urbane, kinky, drop dead gorgeous multi-millionaire, and Lizzie Aitchison, the young woman he originally met in a bar and at first believed to be an escort! These two have a fiery passionate relationship, but they both have issues that stand in the way of them reaching ‘happily ever after’. They’ll get there in the end, but it’s not going to be an easy ride…

THE ACCIDENTAL MISTRESS is out in August, and THE ACCIDENTAL BRIDE, the conclusion to Lizzie and John’s love story, is out in October.

I’ve also got the second novel in my Ladies’ Sewing Circle series out in May/June. It’s called DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH, and it’s super-hot Victorian historical romance about two distant cousins, Adela and Wilson Ruffington, who have a thorny, difficult relationship, but who still can’t keep their hands off one another. As well as Diamonds, I’ve also got a Ladies’ Sewing Circle novella anthology coming out, called A GENTLEWOMAN’S QUARTET. This features all four of the Sewing Circle stories, originally published as Spice Briefs, and it’ll be published on the 15th March.

Bonus question: What do you think about “that book” and how it’s affected the erotica and erotic romance industry?

I’ve never read ‘that book’. When I’m writing, I always read mainly outside my own genre, in order to bring fresh and different ideas to my own books and stories. I’m very grateful to ‘that book’ though, because it’s generated a wider interest in erotica and erotic romance, and that’s brought my books to the attention of many, many more readers, ones who may not have discovered my work otherwise.

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The Accidental Call GirlThe Accidental Call Girl

When Lizzie Aitchison meets John Smith in the Lawns Bar of the Waverley Grange Hotel she doesn’t realise at first that he thinks she’s “working”. The chemistry between them is dynamite from the very first glance exchanged across the room, and she can’t resist the allure of his fallen angel face and the way his lean body looks in a sharp business suit. Pretty soon, she’s playing a dangerous game with him. John’s a no nonsense guy who seems to be set on engaging an escort for sex rather than simply meeting a pretty girl to chat up in a bar, and if that’s the only way she can get this gorgeous, irresistible man, Lizzie decides to act the part. Over just one drink, she becomes “Bettie”, the high class call girl…

Read an excerpt of The Accidental Call Girl

Available from Amazon.co.uk, Kindle UK, Kobo and UK Nook

*****

Portia Da CostaAbout Portia Da Costa

Portia Da Costa is a SUNDAY TIMES best-selling British author of romance, erotic romance and erotica, whose short stories and novels have been published in the UK and elsewhere since 1991. She loves creating stories about sexy, likeable people in steamy, scandalous situations, and has written for various publishers over the years, including Black Lace, HQN, Spice Briefs, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press and a good many others. Though her best known titles are mainly contemporary erotic romance, she also enjoys writing super?hot Victorian historical romance, and erotic paranormals. She’s even turned her hand to a bit of erotic sci-fi and horror on occasion.

Recently, her Black Lace contemporary erotic romance IN TOO DEEP, reached Number #5 in the Sunday Times paperback fiction chart, with only books by E L James and Sylvia Day outselling her!

When Portia isn’t writing she’s usually to be found loafing around watching the television or reading the works of Agatha Christie or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sometimes both at once. She lives in the heart of West Yorkshire in the UK, with her long suffering husband and their two beloved cats, Mork and Mindy.

Find out more about Portia at the following…

Twitter: http://twitter.com/PortiaDaCosta

Website: http://www.portiadacosta.com

Mailing list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/planetportia/

Blog: http://wendyportia.blogspot.com

New Release: Taking Over Me by Sara Brookes

by | Mar 20, 2013 | | 3 Comments

Yippee—it’s release time for Taking Over Me, the first book of my Geek Kink series! To help me celebrate, some fantastic friends of mine are gracious enough to give me a hand ((A list of them can be found over on my site here: http://www.sarabrookes.net/2013/03/20/new-release-taking-over-me-a-special-contest) So here’s the blurb and a little snippet (there are four different snippets around the blitz). Be sure to stick around, there’s a giveaway at the end.

Taking Over MeBlurb:

He’s everything she didn’t know she needed…

Allison would rather fix computers than worry about sex. That is, until the newest barista in town changes everything. All it takes is one hot stare with his sinful baby blues to remind her she’s not just one of the guys. She has lusty needs only he can fulfill.

Patrick’s coffee shop is on the verge of an epic failure, until Allison takes charge of his computer system. He may not know anything about motherboards, but he does know how to take control—in and out of bed. Now Patrick is determined to get what he wants—Allison in his cuffs. His sensual mastery awakens an intense passion and under his command, he’ll unlock the geek girl’s darkest desires.

Warning: Collars. Cuffs. Clamps. Coffee.

You may never look at your local barista the same way again.

 

Excerpt:

Patrick watched, enthralled, as Allison set the bag down on a high table and slid a stack of thin glossy comic books out of the bag. Each issue was handled delicately, as if it was a precious object that needed to be held with care. He didn’t see anything in the hoard of books he recognized, but since he hadn’t seen or touched a comic book since childhood, he didn’t find that especially surprising.

He wanted to ask her about her attraction to each when his gaze fell on her face. The words caught in his throat as he became struck speechless by the sheer joy in her expression. Her chocolate-colored eyes were bright and a touch of pink darkened her cheeks.

She’d looked the very same way last night when he’d brought her screaming over the edge. He watched in fascination as she carefully scanned each book while she held it with her fingertips. This was so much more than a hobby for her. This was a very serious and unshakable passion.

Arousal pooled in his groin as he watched. When the sensation flourished without any encouragement, he realized he couldn’t wait until later. He had to have her now. Where they stood positioned them perfectly so they were hidden if someone glanced into the room. Coming fully into the room was a different matter, but that had never stopped Patrick before.

Sliding closer, he slipped his hand along her back. She squirmed, giggling softly when his fingers dipped below the hem of her skirt. In one quick motion, he lifted her skirt over her hips. Her gasp filled the small space, arrowing straight to his cock. She moved to stand, but he slid closer, dipping two fingers inside her pussy. Her elbow hit against the table, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Al? You okay?”

“I’m fine, Tony. Just being a klutz.” A moan rumbled in her throat as Patrick drove his fingers into her harder, leaning close.

“I’m going to have you.”

“Okay, let me check—”

“It wasn’t a request.” Patrick lowered his voice. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

~*~

Sara Brookes is an award-winning author has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

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