Love Unmasked, At the Candy Apple by Elodie Parkes (@elodieparkes)

by | Jun 27, 2016 | | 1 Comment

We’re unmasking Tom, the hero from, ‘Love Unmasked, At the Candy Apple,’ today.

LOVEunmaskedCCBlurb: Love Unmasked, At the Candy Apple: Elodie Parkes

Handsome Tom Wells sets lonely Scott Palmer’s heart racing as he watches Tom come and go from his apartment across the street. Scott longs to meet Tom, and when he scores a new job delivering goods for a local distributer, fate hands him the opportunity.

Tom works in a nightclub—the Candy Apple, and in the sultry environs, a masked stranger seduces Tom. The seeds of passion are sown, but just who has ignited Tom’s passion?

Scott’s longing to know Tom leads him to join the elite nightclub. On his first visit, the club holds a masquerade event.

Who is kissing who? Who’s under the black velvet mask?

An erotic MM romance, with a twist, and an HEA.

 

Hi Tom, welcome to the blog

Hi, thank you for inviting me to talk with you and your readers today.

Tell us a little bit about yourself

Well I’m the bar manager in the Candy Apple. I also serve there. That’s fun, actually.

What’s the club like … who goes there?

The club caters for a wide cross section of society and every so often, Charlie, the owner and my boss, holds special events. The story features an event.

How would you describe yourself?

You mean looks? Well—tall, dark hair, blue eyes. I like to work out. If you mean personality, I’m a happy person in general, tolerant, accepting…

What do you like in a man as a boyfriend? (He smiles.)

Huh, now I’ve met Scott I won’t be looking for anyone else, but he’s exactly what I do like. He’s around the same height as me, muscled, dark hair, a little longer than mine, gray eyes that are so sexy, and in fact, he’s completely sexy.

Since you’ve fallen into describing Scott, tell us about him

He’s great. He’s loving and caring. He’s clever and works hard. He loves music like me, and working out. He’s special. Scott will always work things out and talk about stuff. I love him.

What’s hot about the story?

Hell, just about every love scene and then there’s the twist. It’s our story, Scott’s and mine … our journey to love, but even I didn’t see it coming. I guess deep down I wanted love and I didn’t know how much until a few things happened.

Okay let’s have some quick questions

Lights on or off? (Tom starts laughing.)

Either and both.

Jeans or a suit?

Of course that depends on where I’m going. I wear both, doesn’t everyone, but if you’re asking what’s my favorite, it’s jeans.

Vanilla or chocolate?

Can I say strawberry?

Boxers or briefs? (He grins)

I own both styles. Commando’s a favorite in summer.

Favorite color

Really? Er … blue

Favorite music

Not even a chance of answering that because I love so many styles of music, wait not jazz. My dad used to listen to jazz, old stuff. I couldn’t like it.

Sum up being gay in a sentence. (He looks surprised)

Never been asked to do that before. Okay, here goes. I was born like it and I’m cool with it. Does that sound familiar?

He’s laughing now and I know he’s quoted the book, but then again it’s Scott’s and his love story so they’re probably his words in the first place…

Thank you for being here today, Tom.

Thank you for talking with me. It’s been a lot of fun. I was nervous about what you’d ask, but yeah, it’s been good.

Read a teaser, 18+, from Love Unmasked, At the Candy Apple

The club opened and filled to bursting within half an hour. Tom served and danced along behind the bar to the music. He chatted with customers and other servers. The bass thumped, people swayed and spun on the dance floor. Lights glinted on the sequined and glitter sprinkled masks. A man beckoned to him from the end of the bar and Tom went to get the order. The guy wore a half mask. The black velvet covered his cheekbones and his dark hair curled over the forehead giving him a rakish look.

“Vodka and you.” The man leaned forward to speak so that Tom could hear above the music.

A spike of excitement mingled with surprise. This was a new pick up line and from a guy too. Tom took in the width of the man’s shoulders and his muscled chest beneath the white dress shirt. A black tie hung unfastened around the unbuttoned collar of the shirt and the man held his jacket in one hand.

“Ice?” Tom asked and flashed his eyes at the customer. That look was one he used on guys at the gay bar he went to sporadically.

“Mmm—if I can take it from your lips.”

Heat traveled up from Tom’s balls to his stomach. His cock stirred and lifted. This was a definite proposition and against all his usual rules, desire to risk saying yes filled him.

“Coming up.” He turned to get the drink. His heartbeat quickened as he picked up an ice cube and fit it between his lips. It wasn’t straight from the freezer so it didn’t stick, but the cold sent a shiver over him as he brought the vodka to the customer.

He leaned over the bar counter. Tom expected the guy to take the ice with his fingertips and that would have been sexy enough, but he met Tom halfway across the bar in an open-mouthed kiss to suck the ice cube from Tom’s lips.

A sweep of heated desire flew through Tom’s body and his cock hardened. His eyes closed instinctively and a low sound escaped him as his nose touched the man’s cheek just below the velvet mask. A light woody-citrus scent from the man’s after shave filled his head, and the man’s lips touched his sexily. Their masks rubbed together. A shiver went down Tom’s back. His ass clenched. He wanted this guy’s cock in his hands. If the guy asks to meet me, I’ll break my rules and agree. He drew away.

The guy gazed into Tom’s eyes as he crunched the ice.

Mesmerized by the scorching look, Tom waited, unable to tear himself away.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016, Encompass Ink an imprint of CHBB publishing house

 

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About Elodie:

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.

I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

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Night and Chaos by Naomi Clark (@naomi_jay)

by | Jun 21, 2016 | | 0 Comments

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I love a good reunited lovers story. There’s so much scope for drama and emotion, misunderstandings, rediscovery, and good old-fashioned lust. NIGHT AND CHAOS has all those things, as Ryan is thrown back together with Jackson, the man she abandoned six years ago. You’ll learn her reasons for doing so…Whether she can convince herself and Jackson that she made the right choice is another story!

Ryan and Jackson’s journey is only just beginning, and I’ve got two more books to write before they get their ending (happy or otherwise…), but I hope this first book will persuade you to come on that journey with them.

Night and ChaosBlurb

Ryan’s past isn’t just haunting her. It’s trying to kill her.

Ryan McCarthy fled Kimberlyn Island, her father, and her lover six years ago, desperate to build a life away from the weird science and supernatural experiments of her childhood. But everything she hoped to escape comes back with a vengeance when she’s kidnapped and tortured by a possessed madman out for revenge on the man responsible for his possession: Ryan’s father.

Now, reunited with the lover she abandoned, Ryan is forced back into a world of danger and darkness she no longer understands, pursued by enemies with powers she can’t fathom. But Ryan’s not entirely powerless herself. She’ll have to use every trick she knows—as well as the mystic gift she hates—to stay ahead of those enemies. And that will be easier said than done.

Excerpt

Jackson’s eyes shone in the dark when he turned to look at me. “You awake?” he asked.

I considered pretending to be asleep, decided it wouldn’t achieve anything. “Yes.”

“You okay?”

I considered that too, not sure of the answer. “I don’t know. I’m exhausted. That’s all I can really say for sure right now.”

He was quiet for a while, just breathing softly again, and I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Then he said, “I didn’t mean to bully you into coming to London, you know. If you want to stay here…”

“No, I want to come,” I cut in. “I can’t stay here.” Alright, that probably didn’t spin it in the best light, but Jackson didn’t seem to notice the back-handed compliment.

“I’m glad you’re coming. I’m glad you’re here. It’s not exactly how I imagined our reunion, but I’m still glad.”

I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he was smiling. Despite myself, I had to smile back. “And how did you imagine it? Us running across flower-filled meadows to kiss in the rain?”

“I don’t know, really.” There was a rustle of material and he pulled himself out of his makeshift bed of bundled-up towels and clothes and sat up, arms resting on his knees. He stared away from me now. “I guess I always figured you’d come home eventually.”

I twisted onto my side, propping my head up on my hand and tangling my fingers in my hair. “I wouldn’t have,” I whispered, heart aching for him. Why did he wait? Had he really believed I’d come back, knowing how much I hated Kimberlyn and APTT? Surely not. Guilt lanced me, like I’d stolen something from him. I suppose I had, in a way. Six years of his life, wasted on waiting for me.

“Didn’t I make you happy enough?” he asked.

My throat closed up and tears stung my eyes. “Jackson, don’t.”

Jackson

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Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Out Now–Landscapes by K D Grace (@kd_grace) #erotica #romance #mm #pnr

by | May 31, 2016 | | 0 Comments

LandscapesVampire Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life? And if Reese finds out the truth, will there be any relationship left to risk?

Note: Landscapes has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed set.

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Excerpt:

It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate to the task. Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe it was; from my first sight of him mantling his sketchpad like a bird of prey over a fresh kill, alone in the midst of the crowded pub, I could think of nothing else. It was my first night back on British soil. It is said that you can never go back home, and it had been a very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my blood like fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me, but only sharpened with the passing of time.

Next to me, Talia droned on about suitable residences in Cumbria, about the leasing of a car and the making of necessary renovations. The Two Dogs was busy for a Monday night with tourist season past, but being invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.

***

‘Find out who he is.’ I nodded in Reese’s direction. Before Talia could protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over my head, and I’ve fed. There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’

Talia’s cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how beautiful she was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, which was so close to black that no one but I would have noticed all of the other colours in her silken tresses. She knew what it was I asked of her, and she knew the delicate line she tread on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor passed up her long, straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured her bare arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared it as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her pulse in the thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the sudden dryness of fear. ‘What do you want to know?’

I leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in her temple. ‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when you know, come directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when you return.’

*****

It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling my lust to an inferno.

Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me. When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his. With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.

I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room. Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.

He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive. He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each lap of my tongue.

As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan. ‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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Every Single Part of You by @LSJRomance is Available Now #Cinder #Giveaway

by | May 27, 2016 | | 1 Comment

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Outtake of London’s interview on Cinder’s tour bus with Cross de Raven and Eryk Hale.

LSJ: It took a little bit of doing between my schedule and yours, but thanks for making this interview happen.

Cross: It’s our pleasure, but we should be thanking you, London.

LSJ: Oh my God, ladies. I wish you could see his smile *Swoon*

Eryk: You know we’re happy to have you here. And, you’re right about schedules. You’re a busy lady.

LSJ: You know what they say. No rest for the wicked. *Smiles.* But, speaking of busy. You guys have one busy summer tour schedule.

Cross: Yeah. It kicked off in Tacoma, Washington. Sorry you couldn’t make it to our after party there.

LSJ: Aw…Thanks for inviting me. I wish I could have been there. But, I’m excited to be here at Metal Fest in San Jose, California. The crowd is huge.

Eryk: *Nods* It’s been a great crowd here in San Jose.

LSJ: Are you ready for guitar wars tonight?

Eryk: As ready as we can be.

LSJ: You’ve got some pretty stiff competition this year.

Cross: We do.

LSJ: Do you think you’ll be able to take the win?

Cross: *Winks* I’ve got a trick or two up my sleeve.

LSJ: *Blushes*

Eryk: *Grins and shakes his head*

LSJ: *Clears throat* Okay. I’ve been dying to ask this.

Cross: Shoot.

LSJ: Use only a one word answer. What’s it like to practically live on a tour bus with other guys?

Cross: *Chuckles* Crazy.

LSJ: Eryk?

Eryk: Noisy.

*Kris bounds up the stairs and into the living area, followed by Sayer and Fade who are punching each other in the arms*

Sayer: Stop it dickhead. *Shoulder bumps Fade*

Eryk: *Scrubs a palm down his face* Christ, guys. We’re in the middle of an interview.

Fade: *Green eyes snap in my direction* Well, well. If it isn’t, Lovely London. *He strolls over,  brushes my hair aside, bends, and kisses my cheek.* You smell good enough to eat.

LSJ: *Heart flutters wildly as Fade straightens*

Kris: Hey, London. *He strolls into the galley kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and grabs a beer* Want one?

LSJ: Um…No. I’m good. But, thanks.

Sayer: *Gives a two finger salute* Hi, London.

LSJ: *Wiggles in seat* Hi.

Fade: *One side of his mouth quirks up as he stares down at me*

Eryk: This is what’s it’s like to be on our tour bus with the guys.

LSJ: *Giggles*

*****

ESPoY Promo2Title: Every Single Part of You

Series: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers

Published by: LSJ Romance

Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design

Word Count: 80k

Heat Level: 5

Release Date: May 27, 2016

Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language and sexual scenes

Blurb:

Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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Every Single Part of YouAdult Excerpt:

I lowered myself into the warmth and sparkling bubbles. “This feels great,” I said, relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were stiff.

Turning my head, I watched Eryk and Cross. Boots were kicked off. Socks removed. Jeans unbuttoned. There was no denying myself the pleasure of enjoying their hard bodies being revealed.

My gaze pinged between the two. Eryk exposed long, lean muscles like a swimmer as his shirt landed on the floor. Thicker muscles rippled down Cross’s body, but they both had the most mouthwatering set of abdominals and a sexy V-shaped cut to their…

Oh my. I gaped as they pushed their jeans and boxers down. They were both hard, their erections jutting out.

I blinked. Something silver glinted in the light. “You pierced your—” I clamped my mouth shut, staring.

“Dick,” Eryk said. “Yeah. I did.”

I winced, imagining the pain. “Why would you do that to your—”

“You can say it, Petal.”

I shook my head. Cross chuckled.

Eryk wrapped his fingers around his impressive girth. “Come on. Let me hear it. Don’t be shy.”

“Your—” I swallowed. Swiped my tongue over my lips. “Your dick,” I whispered.

“Scoot up,” Cross instructed.

When I did, he slipped into the tub behind me, pulling my body against delectably hard muscles, his manhood finding a home in the lower curve of my spine.

“May I see?” I asked Eryk, enthralled.

“You can see, touch, taste—whatever you want to do,” he said as he strode to the side of the tub. “I’m all yours.”

I untangled myself from Cross’s arms. Pushing up on my knees offered a better view of Eryk’s penis. I studied the wide head. Protruding vertically through the tip was a metal bar with two balls capping off each end.

I glanced up at him. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Like hell.”

I tentatively reached out with a fingertip and paused.

“Go on.” He gripped himself again, angling the head to me in offering.

I touched the metal ball on top. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“When I’m pumping in and out of your sweet pussy, you’ll know why.”

A title wave of lust slammed into me as I pictured Eryk taking me. The muscles of his body working as he thrust into my snug channel, stretching me to my limits. I rubbed my lips together. What would cool steel and hot flesh feel like inside of me?

“You good?” Eryk asked interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Or do you need to study my Apa a little more?”

“Apa?”

“This type of piercing is an Apadravya, or Apa for short.”

Cross snaked his arm around my waist once more. “Let Eryk join us.”

“Sorry,” I said, staring again at Eryk’s piercing. “I didn’t mean to be so flabbergasted.”

Cross slid me between his bent legs—his knees popping out of the water on either side of me.

“No need to apologize,” Eryk said, getting in the tub, facing Cross and I.

“I’m sure you’ve figured out I don’t have much experience with, well—things.” I hesitated a moment then blurted out only a partial thought. “I’ve lived in a fishbowl—”

Eryk’s brows pulled together. “Fishbowl?”

“You know, contained, while at the same time transparent—where everything I do and say is scrutinized by my father and his staff, as well as the media.”

“Ah,” Eryk muttered. “Gotcha.”

“We understand being in the spotlight of the media,” Cross said. “We deal with it, too.”

“Mm, but imagine not being free to be yourself while in that spotlight.” I paused a moment, trying to find the right way to explain. “The crazy thing is,” I said, “even with all the press

butting into my life, it has also been a sheltered one. Until you guys, I’d only been with one man, one time. And he didn’t even come close to making me feel what you have.”

“The guy who asked you to marry him?” Eryk asked.

I nodded. “Pierce.”

Eryk scowled. “This Pierce dude took your virginity, but didn’t make you come.”

Guilt niggled its way back into my system. I needed to tell Pierce I wasn’t going to be his wife.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” I said. “And he wasn’t interested in taking things slow enough to teach me.”

“Angel,” Cross’s hands traced along the bell of my hips, “any guy who doesn’t want to touch every part of this slamming hot body and watch you get off is a complete douchebag loser.”

“Got that fuckin’ right,” Eryk said. “Give me your foot, beautiful girl.”

I lifted my foot out of the water, suds slipping down the front of my leg. Eryk took hold, and kissed my big toe.

I giggled, until he started massaging.

“Oh,” I moaned, head falling back onto Cross’s chest as Eryk worked his thumbs into the ball of my foot.

“That’s it.” Cross’s hands slicked up my ribcage, then over my breasts, narrowing everything in my world down to their attentive hands. “Just relax and enjoy. We’ll take good care of you.”

Eryk’s strong fingers wrapped around my ankle bone, manacling me as he lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed each pearlescent-painted toe. Then, he sucked on my pinky, twirling his sinful tongue around the digit, sucking on the tip.

Wow. The man was good with his mouth and his hands.

His lips slipped over the entire toe as he sucked with a slow, easy rhythm, keeping that steel-gray gaze of his on me. Fire streaked up from my foot and burned between my legs. “Eryk,” I panted.

Cross’s palms slicked down my torso, finger inching over my mound and finally gliding between my feminine folds. I thought I would lose my mind at the pleasure assaulting me.

A needy sound escaped my tremulous lips.

I was of two minds. I wanted to just lie there, enjoy, and ultimately find release, but I also wanted to make them feel good.

I grabbed Cross’s wrist, stilling his fingers. “Wait.”

“Why?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

Eryk stopped what he was doing, his gaze pinned on me.

Boldness, Sara. “I want to make you guys feel as good as you make me feel.”

Eryk glanced over my shoulder. I knew he and Cross were doing their silent form of communication, something I’d witnessed before.

“What do you have in mind, Angel?”

“I want to—” My lower lip weaseled its way between my teeth.

“To?” he pressed.

Blurt it out before you lose your nerve. “I want to make you both climax.”

“Come,” Cross said into my ear, making my nipples pull tighter. “You want to make us come.”

“Yes.”

“How?” Eryk asked.

I licked my lips, and then went for it. “With my mouth.”

A smile formed on his face, but it was Cross who said, “You want to suck our cocks.”

He didn’t speak his words as a question, but I nodded anyway.

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About London

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

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You can also find out more about London at the following locations:

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New Release! Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai)

by | May 16, 2016 | | 1 Comment

Hearts and HandcuffsComplementary Fantasies

Why do I find BDSM exciting, to write and to read? It is not, primarily, the taboo nature of the topic. It’s not because I think that restraint or pain is pleasurable or sexy per se—though paradoxically, it might feel that way at the time. Rather, I’m drawn to relationships involving dominance and submission because of the way the desires of the top and the bottom interlock, like pieces of a puzzle.

The sub aches to relinquishes control to her master. She holds nothing back. She bares not only her body but her doubts, her fears, her secret fantasies. She lets down all her barriers, trusting her Dom to takes responsibility for her pleasure and safety.

Meanwhile, the dominant wants nothing more than to take that control when it’s offered.  He (or she) can exercise his will over his sub, do anything that pleases him, knowing that his actions also excite and satisfy her—because his pleasure makes her surrender more complete.

I love writing stories where everyone gets what he or she wants. Like the ones in this collection!

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X Rated Excerpt  (from  “Spank Me Again, Stranger”)

Jake retrieved her shoe. She remained there, unresisting, while he slipped her foot back into the sandal and tightened the strap. “Happy Birthday, Audra! You took that like a trouper.” His lips brushed hers for a moment, but were gone so swiftly she thought she might have imagined the gesture. “Everyone, let’s give our birthday girl a big hand…”

Audra stumbled off the stage and pushed her way through the cheering crowd. The pressure in her swollen pussy and the ache in her punished ass were her only realities. She had to get away, find some privacy, give herself some relief.

The ladies’ room was outside, behind the building. Audra followed the signs. She practically burst into tears when she found the one-person facility was occupied.

She couldn’t wait. Slipping into the shadows, she crumpled her skirt to her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees. The fabric scraped over her pummeled ass. Damn him! She wouldn’t be able to sit down for days. The perverse thought just made her hornier.

Spreading her thighs wide, she plunged two fingers into her slick hole while settling her thumb against her clit. Pleasure arced up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes…” she hissed. “Oh, yeah…”

She was on the brink already—right where that bastard had left her. Her clit spiked up, engorged and hungry. She worried it back and forth, rubbing furiously. No time for teasing. She needed to come, right now.

Her climax gathered, winding tighter, drawing closer but still out of reach. The wail of a bass guitar leaked into the night as someone opened the door of bar. He was in there, playing his music as if nothing had happened, while she pinched her clit and ground her fist into her cunt like a maniac. Damn him, she’d make him pay, she’d make him…

“Let me do that.” A massive man-shaped silhouette blocked out the stars.

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Blurb

Kink can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes, though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy prose.

In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.

Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.

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lisabetFaceAbout Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai writes in many genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Her debut novel Raw Silk  has become a kink classic, and her recent genre-busting BDSM erotic romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin  has been praised as “realistic D/s with hot as hell kinky sex”.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

Elodie Parkes Talks About Her Heart in Chains Heroes (@elodieparkes)

by | May 2, 2016 | | 0 Comments

Heart in ChainsI so enjoyed writing ‘Heart in Chains’. I’d just written, MM romance, ‘A Forever Kind of Thing’ for an Encompass Ink anthology to be released later this year and I was still in MM story writing mode.

Connor and Jay my heroes just gelled in my mind immediately as I considered the kind of adventure Connor might have on vacation in an exotic place such as Indonesia. Jay is a mysterious character, tough, driven, but on the verge of changing his dangerous life when he meets Connor. Connor is still getting over a relationship break up, but it’s been long enough and he’s tired of being single. His former boyfriend’s betrayal stays with him, but as soon as he sees Jay, attraction is seeded in his heart.

These two characters are dear to me. Tenderness lies beneath Jay’s composed and tough exterior and courage lies beneath Connor’s sexual vulnerability. I think both will surprise you as you read their story.

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Blurb:

When Connor Douglas takes a tropical island holiday, he hopes to leave heartbreak behind. Little does he know the extent of the danger and sexual temptation that awaits him.

Long after Jay Levesque has closed down his operations on the very same tropical island, the memory of Connor haunts him.

Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains.

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Read a teaser:

Darkness was falling as Jay arrived back with another man. They carried a tray each and the other man carried a stool. The other man left, but Jay smiled at Connor as he waited by the bed. Jay flipped a switch on the wall by the door and lit the place. Light streamed downward from the little white coolie-hat shade.

“Come, let’s eat.” He indicated the chair and sat on the stool himself.

Connor dragged his chain as he went to the table. He sat and took the cover off the plate of food. It looked good and the fish was already cut up, which was great since there was no knife, only a fork by his plate. He didn’t expect to be hungry, but after tasting the food, he ate almost all of it before he put down his fork and gave a sigh.

Jay ate slowly. When Connor stopped eating so did he and he placed his fork on the tray.

“It’s good to see you eat. Kiku, the man who brought the food with me, is going to bring coffee. Tell me about yourself.”

Connor turned to face Jay. He felt better after eating. “I don’t get it. Why do you want to know? Why are you being kind?”

Jay frowned. “There’s no need not to be kind. Humor me. Tell me a little about yourself.”

Connor shrugged. “I’m a marine biologist. I’m on vacation. I needed something completely different in my life for a time. These islands seemed like a good idea, far away, warm, beautiful, and …” He stopped talking. What’s the point in this?

Jay pushed his dark hair back from his forehead and folded his arms. He smiled.

“Far away. From what, Connor? A love affair gone wrong I think.”

Connor looked down at the remains of his food in confusion. Did he really want to tell his captor about his heartbreak?

“Not that it’s anything to do with you, but yes … I guess.”

Before Connor could react or even know what was happening, Jay reached out a hand and slipped it around Connor’s head. He swooped on Connor’s mouth and kissed him.

The kiss was so unexpected and yet so delicious, Connor closed his eyes and let it happen. He drifted in the soft merge of Jay’s lips on his. The lingering pressure and the way Jay brought his other hand up to caress the back of Connor’s neck was addictive. Connor leaned into the embrace. His cock hardened. Tingles from the circle of Jay’s fingertips on his neck spread down his spine and made his ass feel melted. Thoughts left him. The only thing that mattered right then was the kiss, and he lifted his hands to hold Jay’s muscled shoulders and kiss him in return.

It was Jay who drew away from the kiss.

Connor leaned back in his chair then, shocked at his response.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016, Encompass Ink, All Rights Reserved

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About Elodie:

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.

I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

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