It’s Time to Celebrate Howloween!

by | Oct 26, 2012 | | 36 Comments

HowloweenWho says trick-or-treating is strictly for the kids?

Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! 270+ authors….TONS of goodies to be won. So put on your costumes (or PJs whatever ) and go a knockin’ a each of the blogs on the hop!

Before you go entering the giveaway and hopping away, though, I just wanted to share a spooky excerpt from my lesbian paranormal tale, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, which coincidentally, will be free from 27th – 31st October, so hit Amazon from the 27th to grab your FREE copy!:

That decided, the girls walked in. Stephanie, the more logical of the two, led the way through the narrow corridors in search of the elusive centre. She felt confident at first, but as the twists and turns continued, she felt less so. That and the fact that she’d been right about the creep factor. It was a clear but not particularly bright day, resulting in very little natural light penetrating the hedges that made up the maze. It was navigable but incredibly gloomy, and Stephanie sensed that Jenny was staying as close behind her as possible without treading on the backs of her shoes. Honestly, she didn’t blame her. Even Stephanie was starting to feel a little spooked. The silence wasn’t helping. From their sheltered position, they could see glimpses of the sky, but they couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of their own footsteps and breathing.

Stephanie picked up the pace, albeit subtly. She didn’t want to worry Jenny, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were and she was feeling really quite nervous. Despite the silence and the fact they hadn’t seen another soul since they’d left the house, Stephanie suddenly had the oddest feeling that they weren’t alone. It was a silly notion, because the walls of the maze were so thick that you couldn’t see through them, so it wasn’t like anyone could be secretly spying on them. But Stephanie simply could not shake her apprehension. She desperately wanted to get out of the maze, but saw no way of doing it quickly. Even turning back wouldn’t guarantee a swift exit because they wouldn’t remember each twist and turn they’d taken. They could just end up stuck in here even longer.

Suddenly, Jenny’s Alice in Wonderland comment didn’t seem so stupid after all. Refusing to let Jenny sense her fear, she looked steadfastly in front of her and carried on walking. Then she heard the crack of a twig which sounded like it came from up ahead. Unfortunately, Jenny heard it too.

“Wh – what was that?!” Jenny said, clutching onto the back of Stephanie’s coat.

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Blissekiss After Dark

by | Oct 21, 2012 | | 6 Comments

Welcome to Blissekiss After Dark – a celebration of all things that snog under the stars. My contribution is from my lesbian paranormal erotic tale, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor. In this excerpt, the characters Stephanie and Jenny are having some fun in the library after a spooky encounter…

Either way, she’d let them get on with it. The idiot was just trying to scare people. If she found out who it was, she’d get them back big style tomorrow. But for now, she had a beautiful girl snuggling into her neck and planting little kisses on the delicate skin there. Stephanie shivered with pleasure. Jenny was obviously feeling better.

Craning her neck to look down, she grinned as Jenny returned her gaze. “You all right now, sweetheart?”

Jenny nodded. “I’m fine. I was just being silly. Me and my overactive imagination. I watch too many TV shows. Though I wouldn’t say no to a bit of comfort.”

Jenny’s wicked grin and jauntily raised eyebrow left Stephanie in no doubt as to what she meant. “Oh, I’m sure I can manage that.”

Pushing herself out of the sofa’s cushiony grasp once more, she slipped to the floor and knelt in front of Jenny. A hot rush of lust washed through her body. Earlier, she’d mentioned how much she’d wanted to shove up Jenny’s dress and get at the gorgeous pussy beneath. She hadn’t thought it would happen until it was time for them to go to bed, so an illicit encounter in the library was unexpected, but very welcome.

She slid Jenny’s dress up her luscious legs. Jenny helped by lifting her ass, so the material could be bunched up around her waist, leaving her bottom half completely exposed. She was surprised and excited to note Jenny was indeed, completely exposed.

Jenny wore no underwear, and the sight of her girl’s plump, pink folds ramped up Stephanie’s desire tenfold. She desperately wanted to taste that pussy on her tongue and tease Jenny until she squealed.

The angle of the sofa meant Jenny’s knees were on either side of Stephanie’s head, with her ass way back on the cushions. Cupping her hands under each of Jenny’s knees, she tugged her forward until Jenny was right on the edge of the seat. She now had full unimpeded access to Jenny’s juicy pussy.

Placing her hands on Jenny’s inner thighs, she pushed them wide open, almost salivating as her girl’s slick folds parted, revealing her sex to Stephanie’s eager gaze.

Creamy liquid was already oozing from Jenny’s hole, and her clit was swelling more and more by the second. Dipping a finger into the seeping juices, she spread it liberally over Jenny’s clit. Then she went back for more, slipping a single digit deep inside, getting it nice and wet. She pumped it a couple of times, then slid it out of Jenny’s pussy, only to move her hand lower.

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New Release: Angel Laird Vampire Wife by Suz De Mello

by | Oct 20, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Angel Laird Vampire WifeEdgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?

Or are some women too dangerous to tame?

Available from:

http://tinyurl.com/VampireWife  (USA)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Angel-Vampire-Kilburn-Vampires-ebook/dp/B009PUR0F4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1350417531&sr=1-1       (UK)

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*****

Chapter One

Kilburn Castle, Scotland

1766

Some said that Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had made a deal with the devil. And not just an ordinary deal, for he’d agreed to marry the devil’s daughter.

Lacking a superstitious cast of mind, he’d never regretted his decision to ally with Clan Kilburn until this moment. Atop the battlements, he disregarded the noontime sun glittering over the sea, the fresh spring breeze off the water and the white clouds scudding through the sky. Instead, he watched the scene below him.

Down in the castle courtyard, a young woman struggled with a horse. Not just any young woman. She’d been betrothed to him before her birth. And not just any horse. Isobel, now eighteen, grasped the bridle of Ranger, a buckskin stallion, the pride and joy of Edgar’s heart.

She wrestled with a reluctant Ranger before swinging long legs clad in trews over the steed’s back. Clinging to his mane, she somehow kept her seat while the stallion curvetted and spun. Her hat flew off and her braid loosened, the black hair whipping ‘round as Ranger sought to dislodge her.

Another neigh and a leap before the horse dashed out of the open gate. His hooves clattered on the drawbridge as he galloped over the moat. Isobel clung to his back like a flea unwilling to give up its perch on a dog.

“I ordered her not to ride Ranger,” Edgar said with some disbelief and more resentment. “He’s too big for her. And he’s young, not quite broken. The only rider he tolerates is me.”

“Our Isobel is a bold horsewoman.” Kieran Kilburn cocked a dark brow at Edgar. “She doesna like to admit that there’s a steed on this earth that she canna master.”

Though nearing his fiftieth year, the Kilburn chieftain hadn’t sprouted even one gray hair. No wrinkles marred his smooth, unusually white skin, save those that were the product of his constant smile. All the Kilburns shared the same traits: tall and strong, with midnight black hair and eyes. In comparison Edgar often had felt like a little white mouse, at least until he grew and the lassies started to take an interest in his fair hair and blue eyes. Then he’d realized that his different looks were an advantage.

An advantage, that is, with everyone but Isobel.

“She obeys you.” The wind loosened the leather thong tying Edgar’s hair at the nape. He tightened it. “Why not me?”

Kier’s eyes twinkled. “She obeys me, laddie, because I punish her when she does not.”

“May I borrow your Dash?” Frowning, Edgar turned to descend into the courtyard with Kieran following.

“Aye, but don’t count on Dash to catch his son.”

“We’ll do our best. Thank you, sir.” He handed his blue jacket to a guard and mounted the buckskin. “I go now to find my bride. I hope she’ll return suitably chastened.”

With a shrug, Kier folded his arms over his chest. “Ye ken what ye have to do.”

* * * * *

Edgar caught up with Isobel and Ranger in the forest. The horse now ambled rather than raced, the trees bordering the meadow surrounding the castle having slowed his flight. Edgar eased Dash into a walk and splashed through a brook while watching Ranger manage Isobel.

The stallion apparently decided that he no longer would tolerate even Isobel’s light weight and proceeded to use a low-hanging branch to scrape her off. She landed flat on her back with a grunt. Ranger headed toward the stream and the new green grass beside it, thank the gods, instead of trampling the silly wench under his hooves.

Her laughter could be heard even from several yards away. “La! What a ride! I’ll tame that mount yet.” She sat up and rubbed her back.

Still on horseback, Edgar towered over her. “The only mount who needs taming is you. No harm done, milady?” He was pleased that he kept a mild tone of voice, because inside he was seething.

“None.” She smiled up at him, her black eyes twinkling through the curtain of her lashes.

Bewitching, but he hardened his heart, determined that he’d not be led by the nose. He didn’t like managing females, and if he allowed her to rule him now, she’d rule him forever. “Whatever possessed you to steal Ranger?”

“I didn’t steal Ranger. I borrowed him.”

“Against my express wishes. If your clumsiness has harmed him, Isobel—”

“My clumsiness?” She leapt to her feet.

He gave her a long, cool stare before turning away. He chirruped to Ranger, who raised his head from the sweet grass by the stream. Still chewing, he walked sedately to Edgar.

He dismounted to caress his horse’s forehead before running his hands along the neck and body. Something hot and red billowed in Isobel’s chest. What was it? ‘Twas the same uncomfortable feeling she got when her younger brothers or sisters claimed too much of their parents’ attention. The same horrible emotion that overcame her when other lassies dared to flirt with Edgar…which happened more frequently than she liked.

Jealousy.

She was jealous of the attention Edgar was giving to a horse. A horse.

Bloody hell.

Removing his gloves, Edgar slid expert fingers up and down each of Ranger’s legs, paying particular attention to the delicate fetlocks.

She wondered how those long, tanned, strong fingers would feel if he touched her. When he finally touched her. So far he’d kept his distance even though they were affianced, a fact which she both liked and resented.

He straightened with a sigh. “No harm done. You were lucky this time, my girl.”

“Your girl? Since when am I your girl?”

He led the horse back to the stream and dropped the reins.  Ranger drank placidly. Standing in the water with tail a’swish, he seemed completely unlike the wild beast she’d sought to tame. Dash joined him.

Edgar eyed the horses, then eyed her. “You’ve been mine since before you were born.”

“I mislike your manner, sir. I am yet unmarried. I belong to no man.”

“You belong to me.” He returned, looming over her, tall and blond and impossibly beautiful. The Angel Laird, the lassies called him. Well, they could have him.

“I willna be ordered. I willna be treated as though I’m a possession.”

He took her by the shoulders. “But you are.”

His mouth descended on hers while one hand seized the back of her head, holding her fast. She couldna resist, and didna want to, for she’d yearned for this moment.

*****

Suz De MelloBest-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

The Lakeland Heatwave Paranormal Erotica Series by K D Grace

by | Sep 29, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Book 1, Body Temperature and Rising is currently available for FREE on Amazon Kindle! Get yours now – offer ends 31st October.

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American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.

DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.

Read an excerpt here: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-i/

*****

Book 2, Riding the Ether is available now!

Cassandra Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether.  Anderson is the sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.

But sex is dangerous in a place like the Ether…

When the treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.

Cassandra must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?

Read an excerpt here: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-2-riding-the-ether/

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*****

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, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast route across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.

Find K D Here:

Website: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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Guest Blog: Slave Nano

by | Sep 24, 2012 | | 0 Comments

The Dark Ages. What Dark Ages?

They used to be called The Dark Ages and are still thought as such by many people but the interpretation of the Anglo-Saxon period of history has been revised and is now general recognised as being nothing of the kind.

For many years the heroic Anglo-Saxon tale Beowulf was considered to be just that – a tale about Scandanavian kingdoms that bore little relation to how people in Anglo-Saxon England lived their lives.

Then, in 1938, the Sutton Hoo ship burial was discovered.  The penny dropped.  The tales about hoards of gold, magnificent swords, decorated helmets and the exchange of golden rings were found to actually be an accurate description of the culture of the age.  Anglo-Saxon kings really did have hoards of this amazing stuff.

Then of course the Staffordshire Hoard was discovered in a farmer’s field a few years ago and re-enforced this.  The Anglo-Saxon’s were shown to have huge wealth, trading links to the outside world and the skilled craftsmen to fashion magnificent objects.  I had the privilege to see the Staffordshire Hoard when it first went on display in Stoke Museum.  I had to queue about 2 hours to get in as it had caught people’s imaginations so much but it was worth every minute for the privilege of seeing these wondrous artefacts.

So, when archaeologist Sam in my story shows Dan photographs of the things found in a burial mound and describes the source for the gold, amber and garnet, all of that is accurate. The gold would most likely have been coins from Byzantium, traded across Europe and then melted down to fashion ceremonial objects and jewellery.

So, to have Cyneburh, my own Pagan Sorceress, dripping with gold shoulder clasps, rings and jewellery would have been pretty realistic. Alhfrith’s sword with its garnet encrusted pommel in the shape of a horse’s head and Cyneburh’s sceptre mounted with a golden stag and other objects described in the story are all inspired by the real finds from Sutton Hoo and the Staffordshire Hoard.

Story blurb

The Pagan SorceressIf you’re looking for an erotic read this Halloween then check out Slave Nano’s new release ‘The Pagan Sorceress’.  The action takes place on Samhain as archaeology student Sam sets out to re-enact a Pagan burial ceremony.

If the author of the Anglo-Saxon heroic tale Beowulf did erotica what might it have sounded like?  That’s the challenge author Slave Nano has set himself in his newly released novella ‘The Pagan Sorceress’, partly set in the Anglo-Saxon era.

Sam is about to carry out a strange experiment.  She is an archaeology student specialising in reconstructive archaeology and her idea is to recreate an Anglo-Saxon pagan burial ceremony.  It’s Samhain eve and the night of a full moon so it’s the perfect time to carry out such a ritual.  She enlists the help of her friend, Dan, and together they go off to the site of a burial mound where wonderful swords and sceptres were excavated many years ago.

A travelling story teller is at the court of a Saxon king.  He recites the tale of two soul-entwined lovers from an earlier, more chaotic, period when king’s warred amongst each other.  He tells the tragic tale of Cyneburh, Pagan sorceress and daughter of the mighty Pagan king Penda and Alhfrith, son of Athelwald the king of Deira, her hero-warrior lover and betrothed.  The two kings have formed a mighty political and religious alliance but, more than that, the young woman and man have forged a passionate union of their own.  But this new alliance has enemies and before their wedding night is over there will be a tragic outcome.  As King Penda stands at the edge of their burial chamber he invokes a curse of vengeance against the murderous act perpetrated against him.  But, how many years will it take before he is finally avenged?

As Sam stands on top of the burial mound dressed as an Anglo-Saxon pagan priestess with Dan at her side, is she aware of what ancient powers she will invoke as their lives become entwined with those of Cyneburh and Alhfrith from many centuries ago?  Will the pagan king’s oath of vengeance be fulfilled?  Will the souls of the two lovers be finally released?

Story extract

……Sam pulled out some colour photographs from her notes. Dan gasped.

“Yeah, now this is incredible isn’t?  Fuck all the ‘Dark Ages’ stuff these guys were skilled craftsmen and they traded stuff in from all over Europe and beyond – gold from Egypt, lapis lazuli from one cave in Afghanistan, amber from Russia and, get this, tests on the stones in that sword show the garnet came from a single site in India.”

Dan was now caught up in the maelstrom of Sam’s enthusiasm for the subject and he couldn’t help but be amazed at the photos spread out before him; golden buckles and clasps in intricate geometric patterns inlaid with precious stones, rings fashioned in the shape of serpents and dragons, a ceremonial golden helmet and decorated shield and the two outstanding objects, a sword with a golden pommel in the shape of a horse’s head and set with stones of dark red garnet and a golden sceptre surmounted with a beautifully wrought stag’s head.

“Most of the barrows had standard domestic stuff – bowls, pins, broaches but one burial mound threw up this remarkable stuff.  These objects must have belonged to Anglo-Saxon royalty or at the very least an incredibly wealthy and powerful thane.  Historians have speculated over who might have been buried in the mound – a king or member of a royal family or, from the symbolism of the artefacts, some pagan priestess….

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Author Bio

Slave Nano is a writer of erotic paranormal and fantasy stories with bdsm and fetish themes.  He has had short stories and novellas published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.  His first erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, was published by Xcite in March 2012.

You can find out more about him and his writing at http://www.slavenano.co.uk

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor is Re-released!

by | Aug 7, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Weekend at Wilderhope ManorI recently got the rights back to my lesbian erotica piece, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, so I’ve re-released it myself, on Kindle. Luckily, I was able to use the same cover again, because I think it’s fabulous. It’s enrolled in the KDP Select programme on Amazon at the moment, which means they have exclusivity for 90 days, but it also means people can borrow the book, which is awesome.

However, since the title has a completely new listing on Amazon, it means all my previous reviews have gone. So if you’ve already read and enjoyed Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, I’d love it if you could post your review on Amazon. Any “likes” and tags are also hugely appreciated.

Grab your copy here, if you haven’t already. You can also read and blurb and an excerpt 🙂

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