Borgia Fever – Passion and Poison by Michelle Kelly

Borgia FeverIf like me you were a fan of the Showtime series ‘The Borgias’ or more specifically of Francois Arnaud (Cesare Borgia) and his super tight black breeches, then you’ll understand why I chose Borgia Rome as the setting for my second slice of historical erotic romance for the Harlequin ‘Undone’ series.

Two main themes stood out for me while researching the period; passion and the art of poison. The Italians have often been perceived as a passionate lot, and the lustful, vengeful and decadent Borgia family probably contributed more than their fair share to this stereotype (although they were in fact Spanish by blood).

Nothing rouses some life-affirming erotic desire than a close brush with death, with may explain why lust was so readily in the air in Renaissance Rome, as when the key players of the age weren’t trying to get each other into bed, they were trying to kill one another off. In Borgia circles, poison was often the weapon of choice.

The high and holy of Rome were far from immune, with regular allegations of poisoning being aimed at each other by Cardinals and even Popes, in particular the notorious Pope Alexander, otherwise known as Rodrigo Borgia. His daughter, the infamous Lucrezia, reportedly had a special ‘poison ring’ made for her, with a small secret compartment in which she could keep a few drops of the mysterious Borgia poison, cantarella, should she need to murder someone at short notice. Pope Alexander and his children, Lucrezia and Cesare, were a legend in their own lifetime, and a dinner party invitation from the family was enough to fill their contemporaries with horror.

It was clear to me then that my story would revolve around these themes; poison, revenge, passion and of course lust. In ‘Borgia Fever’ Bella is an apothecary involved way over her head in a Borgia poison plot, and when the darkly seductive Marco comes to arrest her, well, it would be rude not to let them indulge their attraction for one another…

 

Extract from ‘Borgia Fever’.

He backed her against a stone wall, out of sight of the revellers, and she felt the cold against her back in stark contrast to the heat of him in front of her. His hips pressed against the folds of her skirt and she could feel his hardness against her as his tongue explored her mouth. There was no coolness to him now; she could feel the need in his body, in the way his hands gripped her, and she responded with a passion to match, a part of her hardly able to believe this was happening. His mouth moved away from hers only to leave a burning trail of kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and across the tops of her breasts where they swelled above the low neckline of her gown. She gasped as she felt her nipples stiffen under the thin material, wanting his mouth and hands around them. A growing need coiled in the depths of her body, chasing away any thoughts of caution. She was not Bella any longer, spending her days poring over her books or making up tinctures or bartering with merchants, she was a woman at the court of the Borgia, where pleasure was as important as duty. Where indeed, pleasure was a duty.

‘You’re wearing far too many clothes,’ he said.

 

‘Borgia Fever’ is published in ebook by Harlequin Mills and Boon on 2 Feb, available from all major digital retailers or directly from Harlequin.

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Michelle KellyMichelle Kelly is a writer, teacher and mother of two. having a passion for history and being a hopeless romantic (as well as having a thing for heroes in tight breeches) makes writing historical erotic romance something of a dream come true. As well as being the most fun she’s ever had with her clothes on.

Valentines BlisseKiss – A French Affair

vbkIt’s nearly Valentines Day – so you know what that means, don’t you? An extra special Sunday Snog – Valentines BlisseKiss! This is a week-long snogathon with smouldering kisses, fantastic stories and prizes to be won. I’m delighted to be taking part. So, in honour of this event, I’ve chosen one of my most romantic snogs, from A French Affair. Enjoy, and don’t forget to scroll down and check out the prize details.

“Yes, I’m positively quaking in my boots,” Sydney replied dryly. “But thanks anyway, I feel much better knowing you’re looking out for me.”

“I’m doing more than that,” he said quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m wishing I could kiss you.”

“Oh…”

“Can I?”

“Now? Here?”

“Why not? It’s pretty romantic.”

“But people will see.”

“No one will care. This is Paris—they’re all smutty and sex-mad.”

“Really? In that case, that would be lovely.” She twisted her upper body to face him, leaning to meet him halfway. She kept her eyes open a little while, wanting to see his expression, but he quickly got so close he grew blurry, so she squeezed her lids shut. Opening her mouth slightly, a thrill ran through her as she felt his breath against her lips, then finally his mouth on hers. It was tentative at first—she remembered he was as out of practice as she was, even more so in fact—then he clearly grew more comfortable, more confident. His gentle movements grew more passionate, his lips taking hers as though he wanted nothing more in the world than to be kissing her. She certainly hoped that was the case, as it was the way she felt.

Eventually, the relatively chaste kissing was not enough. Harry slipped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her harder onto him and plunged his tongue between her lips. She had to work hard not to let a moan escape—she was sure the people around them were getting enough of a show without her making noises like she was in a porno. Instead, she shifted her own hand to mirror his, tangling her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck and tugging it slightly.

He reacted by kissing her harder, his tongue slipping sensuously against hers, doing a little dance and exploring every sensitive millimetre of her mouth and lips. She was in serious danger of melting into a puddle of lust and being soaked up into the Parisian soil beneath them. Determined to hold her own, she kissed with as much fervour as he, forcing his tongue back into his mouth with hers and returning the favour.

Soon, she became horribly aware that if they continued, they’d be likely to get carried away and end up being arrested for indecent exposure.


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My Sexy Saturday #17 – #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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is come undone sexy. Enjoy this snippet from Stately Pleasures, my M/F/M BBW BDSM erotic romance novel.

‘You’re right, of course, Alice. But what I have in mind isn’t something you’ve already done. It’s much, much worse. You remember how Ethan and I have tied you to tables on more than one occasion? Well, we’ll do just that. Except we won’t beat you, spank you, or tease you. We’ll just leave you to it. Horny as you are now, you’ll go crazy because you won’t be able to get any relief. What do you say to that?’

Alice gasped. ‘I say … yes, sir, I’m going to be good now. No more cheek, I promise. Just don’t … do … that. Please.’

‘Shh.’ He stroked her arse cheeks lightly. ‘Relax, Alice. Don’t get all wound up, or I’ll never get it in. Now we’ve finished messing about, shall we get on with it?’

She nodded frantically. The sooner he fucked her, the better. Because, tough as he could be, there was no way he was strong enough to stop fucking her once he’d started. So he wouldn’t be able to make good on his threat, no matter what she said or did.

Not that she was going to do anything else he didn’t approve of – she wasn’t stupid. Instead, she waved her bottom from side to side, as if beckoning Jeremy in.

He gave the nearest buttock a slap. ‘Getting impatient now, are we, Alice? Just give me chance.’

She heard the sound of the condom wrapper being opened, and, a few seconds later, the snap of rubber as he secured it at the base of his cock. She’d been a little confused about why he was using a condom, at first, but then she realised it was because he might want to fuck her in the usual way too. If he didn’t use a condom, he’d have to go and wash before sticking his cock in her pussy, and that would probably ruin the mood. For him, at least. She, of course, would have Ethan to keep her company in his absence.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Bad Boys of the Ice by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem)

Hi Lucy, thanks so much for inviting me to your blog. You know I love being your guest, it’s always so cosy and warm here and never any shortage of hotties!

MisconductI’ve dropped in to tell you about my new release, Misconduct, the 6th book in my Hot Ice Series. The Hot Ice books are great read in order but it really doesn’t matter as they standalone as individual novels. The team, the Vipers, stays the same but each story follows the love and lust of a new player and a lucky lady (or guy) who captures their interest.

I love writing about these bad boys of the ice, they just keep on demanding to have their stories told and as long as readers keep on enjoying them I’ll keep on writing them.

HiredThe first book in the series is Hired which won Best First Chapter and Best Cover – Readers Choice, D Renee Bagby – and recently hit the #1 spot on the Amazon Erotic Romance Charts. The second book Cross-Checked won Best Sports Romance of 2012 at Sizzling Book Reviews, the 3rd novel Slap Shot is my personal favorite (perhaps because it features the kinky captain of the team!), the 4th, Teamwork, is ménage a trois, what’s not to love about TWO hot hockey players giving it their best shot in the bedroom with one very happy girl? The 5th book, High-Sticked also graced the Amazon Chart recently and rode high in the Gay Romance top 10 for several weeks. High-Sticked is the only m/m book in the series, Todd, a super-star player and all round gorgeous guy, just had to have his story told!

High-StickedNow Misconduct has been released into the world and I’m looking forward to seeing what readers make of the goaltender, Dustin ‘Speed’ Reed. He’s fast and furious, cocky and charming and has a heart of gold. He also has a few dark desires that he just ‘has’ to follow through on. Phew, I lurve him!

When it came to picking a heroine for Misconduct I chose Gina. She’s the daughter of the owner of the Vipers hockey team, Fergal Gunner, and gets well and truly thrown in at the deep end with the players when her father is taken ill and she has to take over. It’s just as well she’s able to handle herself amongst all those testosterone-overdosed guys because before long she’s juggling more than just the team’s books!

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Manage the Vipers hockey team! Me? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky-assed goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.

It’s okay though. I’ll escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat. Except Dustin decides to jump on for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun.

I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes. The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.

But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.

Slap ShotIf you like hot hockey players or just hot athletes in general, then you might want to check out the entire Hot Ice Series . Also, indulge in a few steamy pictures on my  Pinterest page – I have the real thing, hot ice and High-Sticked boards. There’s also a great new one-stop-shop website to cater for all your hockey romance needs – Hockey Romance with it’s own Facebook Page.

Lucy, thank you again for having me ‘skate’ on over to your place. Wishing everyone a lovely day full of fictional delights!

Lily x

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Evernight Valentine’s Day Love Scene Blog Hop

Hello and welcome to Evernight’s Love Scene Blog Hop. This is where participants are sharing love scenes either from published or upcoming Evernight Publishing books, or writing entirely new scenes revolving around characters from Evernight titles.

I’m sharing a super hot scene from my latest Evernight Publishing title – Out in the Cold, which was just released as part of the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Alpha shifters… what could be better? Yum!

So, without further ado, here’s my love scene. Enjoy. Don’t forget to then scroll down and enter to win a cool prize in the Rafflecopter. For the grand prize, one lucky winner will receive a $100 Visa gift card for a night out to be randomly chosen from all blog comments – so be sure to leave a comment, including your email address in the body to be eligible. Then check out the rest of the sites taking part in the hop for more smokin’ hot scenes and fab prizes.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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“Screw your job. You’re with me now. You don’t need a job. But if you really want one, you need to find one that means you come home to me every night. Either that, or you can just work for me. I’ll pay you a decent wage. Now, let’s stop talking, eh?”

“Okay.”

Kane rolled off Paul and got to his feet, quickly pulling off his clothes again and discarding them on the floor. A glance across the room assured him that Paul was doing the same. He waited, watched, as the other man’s delectable body was revealed once more. Broad shoulders, muscles to die for, a torso so lickable it should have been illegal. This time he didn’t try to hide that he was watching, or resist the lure. He simply stared, transfixed at Paul, his own cock lurching as he saw just how engorged Paul’s was. Their need for each other was completely and utterly mutual and apparent, and it was time to give in to it.

“Back on the bed,” Kane ordered, crossing to his bedside table and retrieving some lube. A condom was unnecessary—shifters couldn’t contract human diseases—but the lube was definitely needed. He was going to be more than a little hard on Paul, and he didn’t want to hurt him. Not badly, anyway. He was sure the other man could take a little discomfort.

Hopping onto the mattress, he tossed the little bottle down beside him, then reached for Paul, slipping his hand behind his neck once more, closing the gap between them fast. Their mouths were already open when their lips contacted, tongues seeking entry, seeking each other. Their respective moans mingled in the still air of the bedroom as their hands wandered, grasping, groping, stroking. Hungry, needy.

Palming Paul’s cock, Kane reveled in how hot and hard it was beneath his touch, like the softest velvet wrapped around the most rigid steel, and he wondered if he could make the other man climax just by fucking his arse—with no stimulation on his cock whatsoever. It was time to find out.

“On your back.” He wanted to watch Paul’s face as they screwed, especially if Paul climaxed—it would be amazing.

Nodding, Paul rolled onto his back and bent his knees, spreading his legs and presenting Kane with easy access to his arsehole. “Delicious,” Kane said, grabbing the bottle of lube and moving between Paul’s thighs. Flipping open the cap of lube, he spread a liberal amount over his fingers, then circled Paul’s hole. The other man gasped, flinched slightly, but didn’t try to move away. In fact, he seemed to welcome the action, jerking his hips, encouraging Kane. It was fucking hot.

After squirting more liquid onto his digits, he began to work them inside Paul, stretching him and making the passage slippery. Finally, he smeared some of the stuff onto his own shaft, making sure there was plenty on his bell end. Once he started, he didn’t want to stop, not for anything. So he had to get it right first time, to ease the passage so he could sink inside the man in one fell swoop, possess him, fuck him.

Flinging the bottle aside, he wiped his sticky hand on the duvet and crawled up so his and Paul’s torsos were aligned, and his cock was in position. Kane rocked his hips, sliding his shaft against Paul’s balls and cock, tantalizing them both, for a few seconds. Then he reached down and grasped the base of his dick, lined up so the head pressed against Paul’s ring. Then, glancing up at Paul’s face for confirmation, he pushed inside. The other man bore down, making the initial resistance much less, entry much easier. Kane soon popped past the tight circle of muscle and was inside.

Continuing to push inside, Kane’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was enveloped by an impossibly tight grip and a powerful sense of completion. He was sure it was something to do with the bite, with his animal side, but as he couldn’t answer any of the questions that arose, he concentrated instead on the sensation, and losing himself in it.

Once he was balls-deep inside his lover, it didn’t take long to lose himself. For as long as he could manage without driving himself insane, he pumped slowly in and out of Paul’s back passage, each dragging motion pushing him closer to climax. Leaning down, he captured the other man’s lips in a heated kiss, one that made their already short breaths even more ragged, even more halting. They moved together, lips and cock and arse, in unison, as though they’d been doing this for years, as though they knew each other inside out and back to front. Paul reached up and tangled his hands in his lover’s hair, pulling Kane harder onto his mouth, forcing their tongues deeper.

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Gay/Straight Alpha Males: Hype or Stereotype? by Tyler Robbins (@robin_badillo)

I’ve found myself paying more and more attention to people lately. Not because I want to, but because, as a writer, I really have to. Strangely enough, what’s really caught my attention is the way people, in general, typically see gay men.

Take my father for instance. He’s a product of the 60’s and was only seventeen when I was born in ’69. (yeah, I don’t mind telling my age)

He reached adulthood in the middle of a worldwide revolution of epic proportions with the equal rights movement, Vietnam, The Cold War, sex, drugs and rock-n-roll, not to mention becoming a father while still in high school.

For a blue-collar, country boy from east Texas, and rather conservative in his ideals, he’s secure enough with his masculinity to admit his man-crush on Matthew McConaughey. (Who hasn’t fantasized about that one?)

That being said, he still falls into a category of people who believe gay men are, as he’s put it, limp-wristed. He’s under the impression that in order for a man to be gay, he must be overtly feminine, and for a woman to be lesbian, she must be excessively masculine and butch.

Sadly, he’s not alone.

It’s this wide-spread misconception that drives me to write gay, male characters more aligned with the reality of all men, gay or straight. They come in all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities. They have different likes, dislikes, personalities, and believe it or not, they can like sports, and kick some ass. They can be broody, hard-headed, and even out of touch with their emotions and feelings. Sounds like any man, right?

Gay men are no different than straight men, with the exception of the obvious, their sexual preferences. It really bugs me when people see a stereotype and run with it, as though it’s the “rule”.

There have been occasions when my kids and I have been discussing certain movies or television programs, and one of them (usually my oldest daughter) mentions the fact that a particular actor is gay. We’ll start discussing how much we love the actor, his partner, and how cute they look together.

This is when my dad usually freaks out, unable to believe the actor is gay. “That guy’s not gay. He’s playing a married man!”

Um, yes, Dad. It’s called acting. 🙂

The same goes when people see a straight man/woman playing an LGBT character. People really don’t get it, and I find the confusion intriguing, but disheartening at the same time.

What’s so hard to understand?

Are we so far behind in social development that everything and everyone must follow some rule or ideal to make everyone else happy?

Should gay men wear pink or a sign on their chests declaring their gayness? Look at me!! I’m here! I’m gay, and I’m fab-u-lous!! *finger snap

I don’t wear a sign stating: Middle-aged, Overweight, Under-sexed, Mother of Four.

Though, to be fair, nobody really cares about me anyway.

I, for one, love the surprise and the refreshing truth of being human, sexuality aside. The hype behind how one should “look” or “act” depending on their sexuality is outdated and cliché. And to be honest, it’s somewhat naïve and borders on being insulting.

I personally enjoy writing male characters in general, gay or straight. Characters who break the molds, and live up to their reputations as dominators, the protectors, the chest-pounding, howling at the moon, alpha male. Or the smart, geeky guy who still saves the day with his brains and clever wit. Outsmarting his foe with finesse and style, but who will still take a beating or a bullet for the one he loves.

The kind of man who rules the bedroom with a fire in his eyes, and a feverish need in his groin, wrapped in a package of muscles and brawn, who will take you like a hungry beast when passion flares, or instantly morph into the tenderest lover ever known at the sound of his partner’s vulnerable sigh.

There’s no degree of masculinity set in stone for any character as long as he meets the qualification of a hero and exceeds the reader’s expectations.

So the next time you pick up a book, take a second to think about what you expect to find between the pages. If the hero surprises you, then you’ve found exactly what every character, gay or straight, should bring to a story—reality.

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The Becoming promo cover“The Becoming”

Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology

Every year, wolf packs along the Texas Gulf Coast gather for what is known as the becoming. A ceremony where young adult shifters transition into their wolf form for the first time and when each wolf’s spirits selects their destined mate.

As the son of an alpha, Josh Spinner has dreaded this day ever since he first realized he was gay, but planned to go through with the becoming, denying his true self forever.

Braden Scott, the only son of an exiled omega wolf, has lived in the shadows of shame since his father’s banishment before he was even born. The becoming was his only shot of ever being accepted into the fold.

Neither man expected their undeniable attraction and neither are prepared for the fallout that follows.

Natural selection separates the men from the boys, but destiny seals their fate.    

Excerpt:

Braden followed him for several minutes until the light from the campfires faded into the darkness behind them. Out of breath and feeling like he was about to come out of his own skin, he backed off. “I’m just trying to figure it out, man.”

In an instant, Josh stopped, turned on his heel and charged at Braden, slamming him against a tree.

Braden’s heart jumped, and his cock thumped the second he felt Josh’s erection pressing against his hip.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

Braden drew in a deep breath to calm himself. “Why?”

Josh’s nostrils flared, and he seemed to search Braden’s eyes. The tight strain on his brow loosened with each passing second, and he slowly released the intimidating hold on Braden. “Because you’re gonna fuck everything up.”

Confused, Braden reached out and gripped Josh’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything.”

Josh’s gaze drifted down to Braden’s mouth, and he licked his lips. “My future’s been planned. I’m destined to be an alpha.” Pausing, he clenched his jaw and blinked rapidly as though desperate to explain. “But I’ve never—”

“So you do feel it?”

Josh pushed away. “My whole fucking life I’ve waited to feel … that. Whatever it was.”

“I have, too.”

Josh’s chest rose and fell, and his expression twisted. “They won’t allow it.”

“You don’t know that.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Are there rules?”

“Rules?” Josh stepped back and laughed sarcastically. “Some rules are the same in all societies, shifter and human.”

Braden reached out for him, unable to go another second without touching the other man. “I have to know.”

“Know what?”

“This.” He grabbed Josh by the collar of his shirt and jerked him near. “I gotta know, even if it’s just one time, how it feels to be true to myself.”

Josh closed his eyes. His nostrils flared wide, and his hands trembled as he grasped Braden’s shoulder.

Braden’s shaky exhale echoed between them, and he inched closer until he could literally taste Josh’s breath. “Gotta—”

Josh’s mouth engulfed his, and Braden whimpered from the rush of emotions bombarding his entire body like hot coals from a raging fire zapping out one by one, torpedoing his skin, inch by glorious inch.

Braden wrapped his tongue around Josh’s and sucked it into his mouth, deeper and deeper, as if consuming the other man would satisfy his insatiable appetite for more. He jammed his hardened cock against Josh’s and dry humped him through their jeans. “Feels so right.”

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Author Bio:

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that gray hair is merely God’s graffiti!!

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