Covergasm – I Love Me Some Beautiful Book Covers!

by | Jun 6, 2014 | | 0 Comments

I love me some gorgeous book covers – I must admit, I don’t just buy books because of their cover, but they certainly have an influence! Which is why I’m so happy that I’m blessed with some beautiful book covers of my own. Here are just three, for my books which come out this month. You can click on each of the covers for more information.

Don’t forget to scroll down and enter my giveaway, the grand prize giveaway, then check out the Linky List of the rest of the blogs on the hop. Happy Hopping, and I hope all these lovely covers give you plenty of new books to add to your to be read lists!

Lucy x

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Steel Horses and Hot Women by Annabeth Leong (@annabethleong)

by | Jun 5, 2014 | | 5 Comments

Heated Leather LoverI’ll never forget the first time I got on a motorcycle. The noise rushed through me, filling me with the sort of adrenaline I get as part of a frenzied concert crowd. The speed and maneuverability made me feel at one with the road. And the rumble between the legs—well, it was like sitting on an industrial-strength vibrator while riding a roller coaster.

It only took one ride to turn me on to the reasons some people go crazy for women on bikes.

To my great regret, I’ve never learned to operate a motorcycle myself, though I hope to someday. My experience riding as a passenger taught me plenty, though, and when Ellora’s Cave put out a call for its Hot Pink series—stories of lesbian erotic romance—it didn’t take long for me to envision Tam, a smoking hot butch on a steel horse, and Yasmin, the woman who can’t get enough of her.

 

Excerpt:

Tam rode faster than she should have, but it was hard to hold back with Yasmin’s soft warmth nestled against her. She sped out of town and onto the coastal highway, accelerating until the wind cooled her despite the heat Yasmin inspired.

Day began to transition to night. Sunlight slanted sideways, transforming the dull, flat landscape into something honey-dipped and full of possibility. Yasmin worked her delicate fingers under Tam’s leather jacket, then under her shirt, lightly stroking Tam’s stomach. Tam liked the way Yasmin felt but worried about her ability to operate the motorcycle under her influence. She laid a hand over Yasmin’s in warning and the exploring fingers stilled. They remained in place against Tam’s bare skin, though, impossible to ignore. Butterflies gathered in Tam’s stomach, on the other side of her skin from those delicious fingers.

Tam clenched her jaw, doing her best to stay cool. She steered the bike with familiar expertise, making it roar, then purr. She imagined doing the same to Yasmin, working the other woman’s clit with just such a knowing touch, drawing the right noises at the right time from those big, soft lips and making her back arch with pleasure. The bike’s seat vibrated under her crotch, steadily increasing her awareness of her arousal. She hoped it affected Yasmin in exactly the same way.

They rode farther south, ocean waves crashing against the beach to their left. Water gripped at land and flailed against it, making Tam think of tangled legs and pounding rhythms. She took a deep breath and pulled the bike over onto the shoulder.

“Why are we stopping?” Yasmin’s coy tone of voice told Tam she knew damn well.

Tam looked over her shoulder at her breathtaking companion, almost afraid to let her gaze land full-force on the other woman. “Where do you want to do this?” Desire almost choked off the words.

Yasmin responded with a blissful smile. “Anywhere.”

 

Blurb:

When Tam Bouie rides into town on her motorcycle, she finds the welcoming committee of her dreams. In a bar called Issues, the beautiful femme Yasmin Miller seems to have been waiting for a butch on a steel horse to sweep her off her feet.

Yasmin has a serious fetish for women in leather and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants—until she discovers that Tam isn’t just passing through. Convinced that their town is too small for the explosive love affair that threatens to ignite, and the possible fallout if it goes sour, Yasmin drops Tam as quickly as she picked her up.

Tam, however, doesn’t give up easily, and Yasmin’s resolutions to stay away from her won’t mean a thing if she can’t resist the sexy butch’s heated leather love.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, part of the Hot Pink series.

Buy Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, Turn Back Time.

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Dungeon Crawl #14 #dungeoncrawl

by | Jun 4, 2014 | | 2 Comments

candles-600pxWelcome to the Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

I hope you enjoyed all my snippets from Stately Pleasures. Now I’m moving on to my co-authored novel, Grand Slam, to get you in the mood for my next Raw Talent book, Sweet Spot, as well as the French Open. I co-wrote this super-hot sports romance with my good friend, Lily Harlem. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

He placed his hands on his hips, kept his back to me. “Come here, Marie.”

“Why?” I looked at the back of his head, how his dark hair sat like silken fingers on his collar.

“Do as I ask.”

I was about to retort that I’d do no such thing. I was his psychologist and I’d stay in my chair, but something in me wanted to comply with his request. Perhaps it was the way he’d said it, as if I had no choice but to go to him, or maybe it was some kind of magnetism his sexy aura gave off that pulled me in like a fish on a line.

Placing the notebook and pen on the chair, I moved to the window and stood next to him, about a foot away.

“Some people like pain,” he said, still not looking at me.

“Masochists you mean?”

“Yes, I suppose.”

Shit, was he trying to tell me that he enjoyed the pain the accident had left him with? If so, we really needed to discuss this. “That’s not the majority of people though.”

“No, but more than you think. And some people like administering pain.” He turned to me, cocked his head slightly and moved into the space I’d left between us.

I looked into his eyes. Swallowed and tasted his cologne as it traveled into my nostrils and then laced my tongue. “Would you consider them to be good people, Travis? These individuals that like to hurt others.”

“I’ve known a few people who like to give and receive higher sensations, and most of them I consider to be good friends as well as good people.”

I hesitated, felt his body heat radiating toward me, wrapping around me as I pondered his words. We were close, very close, and his consuming presence made logical thinking much harder than normal. “I’m not quite sure what you’re telling me.”

“You talk about pain like it’s a bad thing, Marie.”

“It is.”

He smiled but it wasn’t a sweet smile, more like one of a hunter who’d spotted prey.

“Pain is unpleasant for a reason,” I said. “Because it’s bad.”

“I disagree.” He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. It was a challenging, cocky gesture.

A tingle snaked its way up my spine and threatened to wreak havoc in my body by turning into a tremble. But I beat it down. I wouldn’t let a patient get to me this way. I was the one supposed to be holding the reins here.
“Maybe, Marie, you should open your mind to new ideas with a little more grace.”

“I fail to see how I haven’t been graceful in discussing your theory that pain is good.”

“Can we keep it that way?”

“I hope so.”

“In that case,” he flicked his attention from my eyes and looked at my hair, “would you like me to demonstrate?”
Damn, the guy made me feel tiny. Even though I was wearing heels, his broad chest and wide shoulders were looming over me. “Okay.”

Want more? Grab your copy of Grand Slam here.


Amazing City Nights: One Night in Boise (@authortroy)

by | Jun 2, 2014 | | 0 Comments

I’m a suspense-thriller writer. It’s where I live, my writer happy place. I’ve written in other genres, and will continue to. But erotic romance? Please. Not even on my radar…

Wait a second. Is that a challenge? Not a triple dog dare, but when it comes to writing, you almost never have to pull that card on me. And there’s never anything wrong with a sub-genre.

You mean I could write an erotic suspense thriller, where romance and sex is vital to the story, set in a city of my choosing? Well when you put it that way, I’m in.

And One Night in Boise was born. The writing was surprisingly easy. After all, if you are doing it right, sex is thrilling. There should be some suspense involved. Add a detective, a crime, a rebellious teenage son with something to prove and you have a Troy Lambert story wrapped in a slightly different package.  The idea came to me almost fully formed by the first line:

“It’s a dangerous game we play.”

I read some erotica to get a flavor for the genre. Tough research, I know, but it had to be done. I read work by Lucy Felthouse, C. Margery Kempe, and others. Good writing is good writing, no matter what the genre or subject. I admit, I admire these ladies, and I wanted to write something even worthy of being in the same category as their work.

Because this isn’t just about One Night in Boise. It’s about One Night in Paris, One Night in Rome, One Night in New Orleans, One Night in San Francisco, and even more to follow. It’s about the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing.

Boise is just the beginning, the first of an exciting, exotic trip around the world. So go ahead. Experience One Night in Boise, an erotic thriller. But don’t stop there. Journey with us around the world.

Stay tuned.

*****
Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.

Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?

On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.

Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Smashwords

*****

Troy LambertTroy began his writing life at a very young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in Southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Idaho, and currently resides in Boise.

Troy works as a freelance writer, researcher, and editor. He writes historical site characterization reports for those performing remediation on former resource extraction sites, software instruction and help guides, and edits the research of others as well. His true passion is writing dark, psychological thrillers. His work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemptionthe first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, a brilliant author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing. Stray Ally, was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, Night in Boise, a part of the City Nights series also by Tirgearr Publishing is available as of May 27th. The final in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Confession will be published June 30th.

In addition, Troy was nominated this year in the Idaho Statesman’s Best of Treasure Valley for the honor of Author of the Year.

Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He is a skier, cyclist, hiker, fisherman, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.

Author Website: www.troylambertwrites.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authortroy
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Troy-Lambert/191932724173411?ref=hl
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Troy-Lambert/e/B005LL1QEC
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Sunday Snog – The Other Brother

by | Jun 1, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

The Other BrotherIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! Last time I shared my second snog from Sweet Spot, my f/f erotic romance novella which is part of the Raw Talent series. It’s due for release on the 18th June, and is up for pre-order now. This week’s snog is from another of my June releases – The Other Brother, which came out today. It’s a m/f erotic romance and is part of Decadent Publishing’s Calendar Men series.

Gladly, she did as he said and pressed her lips to his. The two of them had been through so much, they deserved to be happy. She pushed all the negative and difficult thoughts to the very back of her mind and concentrated on the here-and-now; on his lips, his arms around her, his hard cock beneath her.

Their mouths opened and their tongues began a dance, a sensuous and very erotic one. Sliding together, battling. She’d almost forgotten how it all worked, how to kiss, how to make love…but she’d figure it out, and fast. Her body already had. Tight nipples, heavy breasts, and slick pussy.

Then she stopped thinking at all. Her brain morphed into a pleasant, fuzzy kind of place while her hormones raced, her nerve endings exploded, and she became one big ball of blissful arousal. Patrick shifted, held her tight, and carried her to her bedroom. Or perhaps they floated.

Depositing her on the bed, he joined her immediately, his lithe body covering hers, his mouth seeking hers once more. His lips took a slight detour, brushing the sensitive skin of her throat, kissing and nipping her. She growled and another rush of juices seeped into her panties.

You can get your hands on The Other Brother here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

My Sexy Saturday #25 – Sexy Once Again #MySexySaturday

by | May 31, 2014 | | 3 Comments

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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is sexy once again. I’m sharing a snippet from The Other Brother, which releases tomorrow as part of Decadent Publishing’s Calendar Men series.

Patrick hastily put his own drink down and watched her, a wary expression on his face, as though he saw what was about to happen, but couldn’t quite believe it.

After what felt like an age, their faces were very close, her intentions brutally honest. She couldn’t go back now. Clambering onto his lap, being careful of her injured hand, she kissed him. Tentatively, at first, with closed lips and stiff body. Within seconds, though, lust took over, driving her forward. Driving her wild. He waited a beat then responded, kissing her back.

Slipping her arms around his neck, she parted her lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She explored it, the sensuous slide of their tongues ramping her internal heat to maximum. He kissed wonderfully. Not too gentle or rough. Not too soft or hard.

They pulled apart. Sucking in much-needed oxygen, Melodie asked, “What about now? Do you want there to be someone?”

He appeared shell-shocked, but at the same time his eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. He blinked a couple times then his face became serious. “What are you saying?”

“I think you know.” She frowned. Why is he making me spell it out? Is he being deliberately obtuse?

Her lips tingled from the bout of kissing and she wanted to kiss him again, wanted to go further. Time to get the talking over and done with. “I’m saying that I want you. I don’t know how the hell it happened, and I sure didn’t expect it to, especially not with you, but I want you. I want to be with you.”

You can buy The Other Brother here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


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