You’re Sexy and I Know It by Sara Daniel (@SSaraDaniel)

by | Sep 4, 2014 | | 2 Comments

For me (and I’m guessing most people), physical perfection is something so far from being attainable I know I’ll never get there and don’t sweat the many imperfections on my skin and body. However, when I decided to set a book in the modeling world, I knew these flaws (and perceived imperfections) would play a big part in shaping my hero and heroine’s psyche.

A point struck me as I wrote this book, and again I think it’s true of most people. What a person sees as a less-than-perfect feature of their own body is beautiful and perfect (even sexy and arousing!) in the eyes of others, especially the people who care about them.

 

A Model HeroA Model Hero

Gretchen Meyers is a full-figured woman living in a model thin world. Desperate to end her mother’s constant, nagging stream of dieting and fashion “advice,” Gretchen tackles the challenge of reviving her mother’s faltering modeling agency. All she needs is to woo back Kyle Ramsey, once the hottest model in the country.

Making the preemptive choice to turn his back on his career seemed Kyle’s only option until Gretchen comes calling. He doesn’t care what she wants to offer him, the answer is no. Still, he’s intrigued by her refreshing personality and all her lovely, lush curves.

When tragedy strikes, Kyle finds comfort and healing in Gretchen’s arms. But he can’t trust her with his career-ending secret and she doesn’t believe their relationship will survive the long term. He’s perfect and she’s not even close. Can the fragile ties holding them together survive Kyle’s opportunity to become a true model hero?

 

Excerpt:

The restaurant scene, then, had done its job. Gretchen would have to send Jamie flowers. No, she’d send a box of fattening chocolates instead. “Did you enjoy your evening after I left?”

Kyle’s gaze narrowed, he pushed himself out of the chair. “Did you arrange with Jamie to drop by our table?”

“How could I, when I had no idea where we were going for dinner until we were there?” Not to mention, she’d have preferred to sever essential body parts than ask Jamie Feldman for anything. But her irrational possessiveness was her own problem. “The important thing is you had a good time, and you’re ready to make up for everything you’ve been missing over the past year.”

“Those things aren’t important at all.” He advanced on her slowly.

She took a step back and came up against the door she’d closed a moment before.

Kyle flashed a predatory smile. He took her purse and briefcase from her shoulder, setting them aside. Then he rested his forearms on either side of her head and stared into her eyes, his lips a scant inch from hers as he spoke. “I’m here for you. Our date deserves another shot.”

Her heart thundered. The thick eyelashes framing his gray-green eyes mesmerized her. He stood too near for her to formulate a coherent response. This much physical perfection and sex appeal should be outlawed. Her mind was not equipped to handle it.

“What do you say?” he asked.

Yes, take me. “I say, why me?” Her voice rose with an embarrassing squeak as she struggled to compose a rational argument and remind herself she was in her office, just feet away from her employees who’d never seen her anything less than one hundred percent professional. “I get why you went out with me on Saturday. You’d shut yourself away from the world, and I was the first woman to find you. But you’ve been reminded you can have Jamie or anyone else you crook your finger for. Why do you still want me?”

His gaze softened with a tenderness that pierced her heart. He brushed his thumb along her cheek. “How could I not want you, Gretchen? You’re smart and funny and beautiful and not afraid to let a guy who has no idea what you like order for you on a first date.”

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Sara DanielSara Daniel writes what she loves—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She lives her own happily-ever-after romance with her hero husband. Connect with her online at:

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Changing Characters… Or Not by Raven McAllan

by | Sep 2, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Nina's DomIt’s funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won’t work.

By trial and error, I’ve now accepted that.

Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.

However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.

I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.

This is the result.

 

Blurb:

Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?

When the two meet at her friend’s hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?

Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.

With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?

Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.

 

A wee tease for you…

Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.

“Why did you do that?” Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. “Lock my door? I’ve been doing it for years.”

“Good.” Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. “And when we’re together I’ll do it for you.”

“But why?” Nina asked again. “Why not just let me lock up?”

There’s that word again.

“I swear the first word you ever spoke was why,” Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. “And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don’t understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you’d even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk.”

“No, I wouldn’t then,” she said in a triumphant tone. “Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter.” She didn’t add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.

“Good. I’ve found one action you won’t question. I wonder if there’s any more?” He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. “Not too busy, but it looks like there’ll be enough going on so you’ll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don’t do it as a Dom, I do it as a man.”

“I might question it, the chocolate. I’d wonder who it was for.” Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. “Seeing as we’re not scening.”

“Not at the moment.” Nic agreed with her. “But who knows when we might need it.” He looked at her pale face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you passing out or anything.” Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn’t anemic.

“What?” She sounded surprised. “I’m fine, why?”?”You’re as white as a sheet.”?”I usually am,” Nina said. “But in this case I think it’s hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car.” Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. “Beware of nosy Doms. That’s Edan’s, and if he’s here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well.”

“Why are you hungry?” Nic honed in on her first reason.

“Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol.”

Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. “That tickles.”

“It’ll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I’ve only been around when needed these last few years. And there’s no need to be apprehensive. We’re not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn’t your thing, so why worry?”

“I didn’t say it was logical,” Nina said. “I can’t explain it, there’s no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel.” She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. “Stupid or what?”

Nic tugged her to one side of the door. “Not stupid. But I’m going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down.” Unless it’s let’s get out of here, or I don’t want to see you again, Nic. “Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here,” he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, “will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?”

“Yes.”?”Then are you ready?”?Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”

He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.?”Then let’s go in.”

***

Available from:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Bookstrand

and me… www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy reading,

Love R x

*****

Hair july 14Raven Bio…

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Screaming Orgasm – Kinky Cocktails and Digital Drinking!

by | Aug 29, 2014 | | 2 Comments

Hi everyone,

As part of the celebration of the launch of Kristina Lloyd’s Undone blog tour there’s a cocktail party going on! Undone is set in a cocktail bar, so there’s themed blogging and a Facebook party, which you can find here.

We’ve all nabbed the name of a cocktail and will be sharing excerpts which match up with that name. So here goes… here’s a screaming orgasm from Stately Pleasures. Enjoy… the excerpt and the digital cocktail 😉

*****

Stately PleasuresFuck, Alice. You are just so gorgeous. I love the fact that there’s plenty of you to go around. A man could get lost in your curves for ever. And I know I can treat you roughly and not break you. Ethan and I are very lucky to have you.’

She had absolutely no idea what to say to that, so she simply made some encouraging noises and rocked her hips up to meet his, hoping to distract him before he realised she hadn’t replied. It worked, and his gentle thrusts became faster and harder until Alice squeezed her eyes closed as blissful sensations swept through her body. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. With each upward stroke, Jeremy was managing to tease exquisite sensations from both her G-spot and her clitoris. If he thought he was going to come before she did, he had another think coming. Each movement pushed her closer and closer to the edge, and the hands that were gripping his muscular back curled, her nails digging into his skin.

‘Uh, fuck, Alice!’ His words sounded harsh, but his tone and the extra forceful jerk of his hips told her that he didn’t just like to give pain, he liked to receive it too. She didn’t think it was possible, but his cock grew harder inside her, and she became aware of just how close he was to his own climax.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, opening her eyes and urging him to do the same. ‘I’m almost there. Keep hitting that angle and we might just get there together.’

He said nothing, just nodded once. He kissed her, then pushed himself up on his hands again. Alice could no longer wrap her arms around him properly, so she got hold of his biceps instead. They weren’t quite as large as Ethan’s, but they still felt damn good beneath her fingers. She couldn’t help herself – she squeezed the muscles, digging her nails into their firmness and smirking as the pain caused Jeremy to grunt and pick up his pace even further.

Alice bowed as the sensations rushing through her body reached fever pitch and her climax became a dam on the edge of breaking. Her nails dug harder into Jeremy’s arms, her toes curled and she let out a stream of unintelligible sounds as she inched closer and closer to coming. A handful more thrusts – and the consequent strokes against her clit – later and she was screaming her climax until she was hoarse. It was long, hard, and intense, and she was vaguely aware of Jeremy yelling his own release as her internal walls gripped his cock like a vice.

Writhing beneath him, she sucked in hasty breaths as the blissful sensations of her orgasm raced through her body. Eventually, they began to wane, and she relaxed into the soft, cushiony material beneath her. Jeremy slumped onto her and dropped gentle kisses to her face and lips, before snuggling his face into the crook of her neck. He sighed happily, and murmured something that Alice didn’t catch.

‘What did you say? I didn’t hear.’

He raised his head enough that he could whisper into her ear. ‘I said that was absolutely amazing.’

*****

Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20718063-stately-pleasures

*****

Now be sure to join us at the Facebook party, and Kristina’s place!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

In the Pages of a Good Book is One!

by | Aug 29, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Blog-Invite-300x264In the Pages of a Good Book is celebrating its one year anniversary! Congratulations!

The celebration involves a blog hop around the theme of friendship. So I’m going to share a little snippet from Letters to a War Zone, which is an m/m military erotic romance novella. As the title hints, my characters write to each other, establishing a good friendship long before they even meet in the flesh…

*****

“Hi,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t really sound as high-pitched as it had seemed to his own ears. “Great to see you. Come on in. Do you have any more bags I can get from the car for you?”

“Hi, Bailey. Great to see you, too. And nope, this is it.” He stepped over the threshold and put his case and bag down next to him, then held out his hand.

Bailey closed the door and took Nick’s hand, and they shook heartily. It felt odd, doing something so normal, so innocent as shaking hands, when what Bailey really wanted to do was something much ruder. Nick was even hotter in the flesh than he was in his photograph, and his looks, voice and personality combined were perfection. Then he had to go and wear the damn uniform, didn’t he? He could admit it only to himself, but deep down, part of the reason he’d started the whole pen pal thing in the first place was because he was a fan of men in uniform. And Nick was most definitely a fine example.

“Run out of clean civvies?” he said, before he could stop himself. Why? Why had he drawn attention to the uniform? Idiot.

Nick laughed. “Not quite, but as you can see, I’ve packed light and I wanted to make sure I’ve enough clean clothes for tomorrow and for the holiday. I may have to find a launderette at some point while we’re away.”

“So you’re wearing the uniform all day?” Now his voice definitely had a higher pitch than it should do.

“Yeah, why? Have you got a problem with it?”

“N-no, quite the opposite, actually.”

*****

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! If you want to check out the rest of the book, go here. And add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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An Interview with Charlotte Howard (@shy_tiger)

by | Aug 25, 2014 | | 0 Comments

theblackdoor_tourbuttonI’m delighted to welcome Charlotte Howard to the site as part of her blog tour for The Black Door. She’s telling us all about the book, not to mention Alex O’Loughlin and Kate Beckinsale. Take it away, Charlotte…

 

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

I wear a lot of hats! I’m mum to two young children, so spend a lot of time running around after them and their many afterschool activities (recorders, swimming, Brownies…), and I volunteer at our local primary school and for Rainbows (Girl Guiding Association) so with all that and writing, I don’t have a lot of free time. I used to freelance as a pet health care writer, but don’t have the time to write any new articles, so put them up where I can.

When I do get five minutes, I’m reading or watching TV. I’m addicted to my murder-mysteries – Bones, Castle, Murdoch Mysteries, and a few fantasy series like Grimm and Once Upon A Time. We’ve just started watching Game of Thrones as well.

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

The Black Door is a contemporary / light erotic romance – it lies somewhere in between. The story is about Imogen Pearce and her self-discovery. After writing my first novels (Seven Dirty Words and Four Letter Words), a reader mentioned that all heroines seem to be rich, beautiful and young. So I created Imogen – fast approaching 40, recently divorced, and mum to four children aged between 18 months and 19 years old (ish). She has to compete against the younger generation for clients, and has a low opinion of herself. I wrote it to prove that you don’t have to be under the age of 30 to be sexy.

I didn’t do much research for it, since I am a mum over the age of 30 and know what it’s like to look in a mirror and see everything heading south and the spaghetti junction of stretch marks on your stomach, bum, and thighs! I have a lot of friends who are single mums, and I guess they were my inspiration in to how difficult life can be and how much support you need as a single parent – mum or dad.

When I told my friends about the story line, they did suggest we went to a fetish club, for research obviously.  We still haven’t got round to that though…

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I’ve always written poetry and short stories. My first publication was a poem I wrote when I was 10. Four years later, my grandma entered it into a competition and it was published in an anthology. That’s how I got the bug, and my goal was to be a published author.

I wrote my first novella while I was pregnant with my daughter and self-published it in 2010. But it wasn’t great and hadn’t been edited, so I took it out of print as soon as I realised what it takes to be a writer.

As a freelance writer, I made a lot of contacts in the publishing world, and it was through those contacts that I got my first contract for Seven Dirty Words & Four Letter Words. I also joined my local writer’s group, and started attending events such as The Romance Festival in Bedford, and Smut by The Sea in Scarborough. Through these I met other writers and found out about other Indie and small publishers.

I still send manuscripts out to bigger houses, and well-known agents, but I don’t hold my breath. I like working directly with the publishers and editors. I feel I have a lot of control over my books, certainly a lot more than I would have through one of the Big Six.

 

What are you currently working on?

There’s always at least one WIP on my laptop. I’ve just been on holiday to DisneyLand Paris though, so don’t have anything in particular right now. I’d like to work on my next series but need to get back into my writing head first. After four days in the Disney bubble, I need a week to recover!

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

I don’t have a particular Muse as such, but I do have a Pinterest board full of “Delicious Temptations”. I am a big Will Smith fan, but when it comes to my main character’s it’s usually a picture of Alex O’Loughlin (Hawaii Five-0) in my head. I love him so much… Did I actually type that?? Whoops…

 

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

A best-selling author with a huge contract (hey, I said I don’t hold my breath, not that I didn’t want a deal with one of the Big Six!). More realistically though, I’d like to be earning enough royalties that my husband can do photography full-time as opposed to part-time and working a full-time job.

Non-writing wise? I’m happy as I am. Although our plan is to buy an old farmhouse that needs renovating.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscles please!

Tall or short? Tall – over 6 foot at least.

Boxers or briefs? Boxers

Moustache or beard? Beard. Well… Five o’clock shadow.

Long hair or shaven head? Ooh tricky. Long hair??

Tattoos or piercings? Ink me baby! Love a good tribal tattoo going down the arm, leg or over his back!!

Intelligent or funny? Intelligent. But not too intelligent. I don’t want to look stupid.

Blond, brunette or red head? Brunette or black.

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? Panic!!! Too many to list. Alex O’Loughlin for looks and tattoos, Will Smith for making me laugh.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Kate Beckinsale. No contest. She’s on my list of celebrities I’m allowed to cheat with.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) There’s a couple of comedians I just don’t find funny, and I don’t appreciate slapstick humour, but there’s no one in particular that I dislike.

Favourite food Curry. Chicken Tikka Masala with an action movie.

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – it’s the one book I can read over and over again, and still laugh out loud to.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) St. Lucia. I’ve never been, but it’s supposed to be the most romantic island in the world.

Anything else you’d like to add? Buy my book please? Lol. Thank you for interviewing me 🙂

 

The Black DoorBlurb:

Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

Buy links:
Tirgearr Publishing
Smashwords
Amazon UK
Amazon US

 

Extract:

Men. All the bloody same.

My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.

The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.

I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.

I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.

I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.

The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.

Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.

I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.

Connor. Holly.

I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.

I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

 

Charlotte HowardAuthor Bio:

British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010. Her debut novel was published in January 2013.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

www.charlottehowardauthor.co.uk
http://choward2614.wordpress.com
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Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

The #usopen Starts Today – And We’re Celebrating! (@cw1985 @lily_harlem) #erotica #romance #sports #tennis

by | Aug 25, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Grand SlamHi everyone,

I’m sure the tennis fans amongst you already know that the US Open starts today. Well, myself, Lily Harlem and our publisher, Ellora’s Cave, are celebrating by teaming together to offer a discount on Grand Slam. Much of the action in Grand Slam surrounds the US Open, so we thought it was the perfect excuse to give you a fantastic deal to kink up your eReaders!

So, if you fancy checking out this BDSM sports romance novel, then head over to the Ellora’s Cave website pronto and bag yourself a 25% discount (ends 8th September). Books from the EC website are available for all popular eReaders and are easy to get onto your device – just follow the instructions on the site.

Here’s a reminder of what the book’s about:

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

Read an excerpt: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Add the book to your Goodreads shelves: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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