Mid Week Tease: “So, how’s it been?” #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing a tease from my M/M military/interracial erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which was originally part of the Unconditional Surrender boxed set. I’m going back to this now as I’m currently working on a follow up, which I’m hoping to release next month sometime.

Desert HeatWilkes and the rest of the platoon dismounted the Mastiff vehicles and entered the Forward Operating Base that would be their home for most of the next six months. He had mixed feelings—the sense of trepidation he always got when he left the relative safety of Camp Bastion, immense relief to be out of Hunter’s clutches, and also happiness to be with a group of people he liked, doing a job he loved. Sometimes it was easy to lose sight of that fact—he did enjoy what he did for a living. It had its ups and downs, but so did every job. He’d yet to meet a single person who didn’t have a single complaint about their job or career.

Passing through the gates, he greeted the sentries, exchanging a few extra words with a rifleman he’d met on an exercise in the UK, then headed into the compound. It wasn’t huge, but the HESCO-block surrounded, barbed wire-topped camp was now home.

Immediately, he spotted the officer he was to replace —another young captain undoubtedly delighted to be heading home at the end of his tour—and strode over. Captain Tom Wolfe spotted him and grinned, turning to face his replacement with his hand outstretched.

“Wilkes? Good to see you, albeit very briefly.”

Wilkes grasped Wolfe’s hand. “You too. Got time to give me an update on the situation before you head off? I can’t believe this screw up—we’re a bloody week late coming out here. So much for a crossover period.”

Looking out through the camp’s gate toward the waiting vehicles, Wolfe said, “Absolutely. We’ve a lot to discuss and not much time.”

Smiling, Wilkes replied, “Great.”

Without another word, the two men headed for the mess tent, grabbed a cup of tea each and settled down at one of the tables. Wilkes dumped his bag down by his feet.

“So, how’s it been?” he asked.

You can grab your copy of Desert Heat here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24324775-desert-heat

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Lose Control by Donina Lynn (@DoninaLynn)

Lose ControlThank you having me here today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release Lose Control with you!

Myles and Cassie’s story isn’t about wine and romance. Their journey is about finding love with someone who you not only click with personally, but physically as well.

Let’s be honest, when it comes to sex we all have our likes and dislikes, right? We have our preferences and what we’re willing to do. On the flipside, we also have that list in our heads of deal breakers that when mentioned make you want to run in the other direction because there’s NO WAY you’re giving that a try. Kink-meter has been officially been pegged, thank you very much.

Lose control is about finding that person you’re compatible and comfortable with. The one who has the same wants and desires, and is perfect for you both in and out of the bedroom. It’s about falling for someone who can love every part of who you are … even if some of those parts can be a bit naughty. 😉

 

snippet-1BLURB:

Myles Oliver Dayton likes control in every aspect of his life. He desires it, demands it in the board room and his bedroom. But when his teenage crush walks into his office to be his temporary assistant, the tight restraint he kept on his emotions starts to come undone. Something he couldn’t allow. His idea of love is demanding and possessive, and in the end there would only be pain—for both of them.

Cassie Sorrelson grabs onto opportunities when they come along and assisting Myles with all his demands is an opportunity she isn’t about to pass up. Sexy and controlling, he has her breathing hard and soon yearning for more than a few days together at the corporate retreat. When he suddenly pulls back, though, and refuses the desire she knows is running hot within him, Cassie is going to have to work at getting what she wants … making Myles lose control.

EXCERPT:

Myles closed his eyes and took a long, steadying breath. Cassie begging him, pleading with him to take her was playing havoc with the restraint he prided himself in. He never lost control. In fact, he did what was necessary to make sure he never even came close. This sudden willingness to loosen the tight hold he held himself in check with was a temptation he shouldn’t even be considering. Taking another breath, he buried the feeling as quickly as it surfaced and leaned back to face her. “I haven’t begun to punish you. Turn around.”

When she turned, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed. “Bend over, hold on to the handles of the chair, and spread your legs.”

Myles clenched and unclenched his fists while he watched Cassie’s long hair cascade across her shoulders and fall around her face as the line of her back drifted lower and her firm ass rose. The picture she created before him—vulnerable, exposed, and so unbelievably fucking sexy—had him strung tight and ready to break. But when his eyes finally registered the thin piece of material that didn’t even come close to covering where the globes of her ass met, he felt himself snap.

She wore that to the beach? That wasn’t a bathing suit. The damn thing was barely a step above a thong, exposing every inch of soft, white skin on her perfectly rounded backside. Myles didn’t have to think hard to imagine the effect it would have on every man she sashayed past. Possessive jealousy rippled through him at the thought of other men drooling over her and being able to get a glimpse of what he was seeing right now. Mine. The word shouted in his head as a fierce need to stake his claim overtook him. It wasn’t about staying in control anymore. It was about him showing her she fucking belonged to him. And by the time he was done, she was going to know just that.

snippet-2Myles hooked his finger under the flimsy piece of material and ripped it in two.

Cassie’s head flew around. “Hey. What the hell do you—”

A warning rumbled low in his chest, cutting off her words. “What am I doing, Cassie? Is that what you want to know? You disobeyed me. What do you think is going to happen next?” Myles placed himself at an angle, wrapping one arm around her abdomen to support and keep her still as his other hand came to rest on her ass. “You’re going to remember who commands this body. I’m going to fucking make sure of it.”

Wide, shocked eyes looked back at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would and will.”

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Bookstrand | All Romance eBooks

 

ABOUT DONINA:

Donina Lynn lives in a small rural Pennsylvania town with her daughter and German Shepherd.  Coincidentally, it’s the same town where she grew up.  There was a time, however, when she ventured away from her home and moved around a bit, crossed a few state lines, and got a degree or two.  But, eventually she found her way back to where it all began.

When she’s not at her day job, hanging with her family, curled up with her Kindle, or typing away at the computer, you can find her infront of the TV watching anything paranormal, sci-fi, or a good action flick.  Respect and admiration go to any show or movie that can incorporate explosions, big guns, some ass-kicking, and gratuitous butt shots.

Her addiction to romance novels started as soon as she could turn a page and has carried with her until she decided it was time to fulfill a promise she made to herself and give writing one a whirl.  Her goal is to create stories and characters that the reader can relate to, laugh with and have them routing for that happily-ever-after.  If there happens to be a few steamy scenes, well…that’s just an added bonus.

 

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My Sexy Saturday #67 – “Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom.” #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. This week I’m sharing another snippet from Testing Tom. Several of you expressed an interest in finding out what happened next! (P.S. I’m sorry I haven’t been as good at commenting and sharing as usual. I have some real-life stuff going on right now.)

“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”

“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another thing coming.

“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”

He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”

“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”

When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.

Get your copy of Testing Tom here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147133-testing-tom

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Saturday Spankings #49 – “Just feel,” he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

It’s time for another Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam, the tennis-based M/F BDSM novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It follows on from last week’s. Enjoy! (P.S. I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping up with sharing and commenting as much lately – I’ve got some real-life stuff going on just now.)

“Ow, I—” A barrage of sensations blasted through my system. The feel of him pressing up against me, hot hard male, all wide pecs and solid thighs. The pain from having my hair tugged with force, and the awareness that my belly was shoved right up against his groin. A groin that held a wedge of thick flesh.

“Just feel,” he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. “Endorphins are rushing into your bloodstream, giving you a natural high as pain alerts your nerve endings that something exciting is happening.” He slid his free hand up my back, tracing the outline of my spine through my blouse.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…

Filling the Void by Morgan Hunter (@MH_Author)

Filling the VoidBook Blurb:

From sucking the life from her beloved to asserting herself as a true elite master of blood-filling and sexual prowess, this story follows the bloodsucking adventures of a female vampire that has it all.

Unfortunately, the elite undead still have scrapes with the reaper and this female temptress is beginning to realize that even well-executed plans can falter. Then there’s Daron Alexander; the only human in more than four-hundred years to put her sexual radar through an unnerving series of both gratifying and terrible loops.

Will she allow Daron to be her undoing or will she take her place as the master temptress and destroy all who get in her way? To find out, join the vampire ranks on this harrowing and seductive journey as our female seductress struggles with lust, loyalty, and love.

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing | Amazon UK | Amazon US | All Romance eBooks

Book Excerpt:

She stood against a light pole near the curb outside a pub I liked to frequent when I was in town, The Axe and Fiddle.  I liked the music and atmosphere and, what can I say, it was a great place to pick up fine blood fills. We were in Cottage Grove, ten minutes from Eugene, so I figured she was an undergraduate at the University of Oregon. Her pouty lips accepted a cigarette effortlessly and the smoke enveloped her curves like she had just appeared out of nothing. Her low-cut plaid skirt waved slightly in the subtle breeze and I wondered what I’d find if I got the chance to sneak a peek. I had to go talk to her so I pulled out a pack of Camel’s to show her I was friendly.

“May I have a light?”

I thought I startled her, but she quickly replied, “You…you’re beautiful!” She shook as she held the lighter out for me.

“Thanks,” I snapped as if I was extremely narcissistic or didn’t care. Funny enough, both were true. I had heard that line thousands of times, and it just didn’t have the same effect as it used to when I was a budding vamp. However, since she was my first woman, I thought I’d let it slide.

She just kept staring at me, scanning me with her hazel eyes like she had to take me in a few times so she would never forget what had graced her presence. She was almost as pretty as I was, but I had a beauty secret she could never maintain; fresh unsuspecting blood. It was tragic really, knowing that her death was only hours away at most. But I hungered for wet flesh and she was the prize I craved.

“So, where’re you from?” I asked.

She continued to stare. “I’m…uh…Joana.”

I smirked. “So, you’re from Joana? Where’s that?”

“Oh, um, no! That’s my name…I’m from Portland!”

I winked at her. “You know you don’t have to shout it, darling. I have perfectly good ears. I’m from Salem, myself.”

Her gaze locked on my three carat diamond earrings dangling from flawless lobes. They were spoils from my last rendezvous. “I shouldn’t be talking to you.” She hesitated. “I’m not like you.”

“Well that’s what I was hoping for. If you were just like me, I wouldn’t be able to have the kind of fun that I was hoping for later.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Now, I could have taken it slow and just brushed my index finger across her rosy cheek while talking her up a bit, but I could tell she was the kind of girl that got taken advantage of quite often. She reeked of insecurity and, while I liked the hunt just as much as the next vamp, I thought she would be an easy way to test my curiosity for the same gender. Her needy gaze reminded me of all the men I had seduced. She would do whatever I wanted whether words were involved or not. Just like I craved blood, she craved acceptance and she didn’t care what the price was as long as she got what she needed; no matter how temporary.

 

Author Bio:

Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that’s fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers’ special places tingle from thousands of miles away.

Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs.

Author Website: http://morganhunterauthor.wix.com/erotica

Facebook: www.facebook.com/MorganHunterAuthor

Twitter: @MH_Author

How an English Country Mansion Became the Manor of Decadence by Jennifer Denys

b-w-jd-fullWhen I decided to set my latest series in an English country mansion it was to provide a setting that was secluded for BDSM activities and large enough for lots of visitors. Little did I realise what wonderful double entendres it was going to generate.

For instance, there is a scene where they attend a workshop on cropping and it takes place in the stables (naturally – except there are no horses in sight. The riding crop is used on a submissive).

The heroine and her husband, James, take up the opportunity of a private tutorial in the Master’s study – and he certainly makes it clear what is expected of them.

The following day they find a swing hung from a huge oak tree in a secluded garden. This swing is not intended for children as it has shackles attached – and has a horizontal bed anyway. Once the heroine is in place then a branch from a nearby tree provides a suitable switch to use against Caroline’s exposed butt.

Later on, our twosome and the man who becomes the third in their menage, Mark, watch a branding session in the forge showing how a willing submissive can demonstrate their commitment to their Dominant.

Add to that a ball in the ballroom – where the emphasis is on a certain part of a man’s body. The only music that takes place are the cries of people climaxing.

Paddling in the boathouse where James discovers how to use everyday objects in their play.

And a fox hunt around the estate – with the Dominants hunting the submissives and a gala dinner where the dinner is eaten off the subs.

Those are just a few of the activities that takes place in ‘BDSM Weekend’. To enhance the story there is a map at the beginning of the novel.

Map of Lindsey Park Manor

If you want to read more, ‘BDSM Weekend’ is available from 10 April from the following suppliers:

Luminosity Publishing
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance ebooks
Barnes & Noble