Death’s Dirty Demands Available For Pre-Order

Hi all,

This is just a quick update on Death’s Dirty Demands. He’s releasing December 8th and is now available at Amazon for pre-order.

deathsdirtydemandsPre-Order links: Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / Amazon (AU) / Amazon (CA)

It’s the festive season, and the Chaos Bleeds MC is spending it at the clubhouse, where the women are making it sickly sweet. Death has tried to keep his distance from the redhead, Brianna. He knows there’s something different about her, but unlike his brothers before him, he refuses to fall for the woman who plagues his thoughts.

Brianna was sold as a sex slave by her uncle, but then in the midst of the fallout from Gonzalez, Devil and his crew saved her. Out of all of the Chaos Bleeds men, Death intrigues her the most. She knows she should keep her distance, but when Devil gives her an ultimatum—to become a club whore, an old lady, or leave—she doesn’t have much choice.

Death offers his protection. He wants her, but no other brother can have her. She never expects feelings to enter the equation. Keeping Death out of her heart is a lot harder than she anticipated.

Can Death bring himself to love a woman with a murky past, or will he pass her on when he grows bored?

Whizz Available For Pre-Order

That’s right, Whizz (The Skulls 9) is now available for Pre-Order.

whizz2Pre-Order Links: Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / Amazon (AU) / Amazon (CA)

Gonzalez is gone, but the damage has already been done.

Whizz has been to hell and back, and he doesn’t live life anymore. The demons of the past are never too far behind—until she enters his life. Lacey makes him feel again. She makes him want to live, to breathe, to be part of life. But she’s the enemy, and he’s just helped to wipe out the whole of her club. Still, no matter what happens, he can’t let her go.

Lacey knows what it’s like to be broken. She recognizes the pain inside Whizz, and she hates to see him like this. There’s no way she should love the man who helped to take away her club family, but she does. He makes her want things she can never have.

Can Lacey get over her hatred of The Skulls to finally accept her love for Whizz? What will happen when Whizz’s nightmares almost bring him to kill Lacey? Will the club stand behind his decision to love a woman who almost got them all killed?

Now Available

Hi all,

I know it has been a couple of days since release but I can now give you the links for Sleeping with the Boss.

I will now post up all the links here.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand 

Friends, Men, and Secrets, 1

Heather Booth has been in love with her boss since the moment she started working for him. The only problem, Julian Goff is a horn dog. When he’s ready to ditch a woman, he gives the women a piece of jewellery and sends them on their way.

When Heather and Julian get into an argument over her behavior outside of work, the passion between them ignites. They have sex on his desk when anyone could walk in and catch them.

Julian wants Heather more than he’s ever wanted any other woman in his life. He doesn’t do commitment. During a private conversation with her friends, Julian hears Heather’s true feelings for him. He has no choice but to let her go.

Never before has a woman got under his skin. Can Julian earn Heather’s trust back, and will he finally have the courage to give the woman he loves a ring?

Be Warned: spanking, anal sex

Tony’s Story Has Been Released

Hi everyone,

I want to thank you all for your lovely comments about my Unlikely Love series. It has been amazing hearing from you all. Well, I can now tell you that Tony and Opal’s story has officially been released. I will be stopping by all day to post the links of the sites where it becomes available.

Sam x

Claiming His Wife

Opal Shaw has loved Tony Hunt for as long as she can remember. However, he is older than her and her brother’s best friend.

Two years have passed since he saved her from a loveless marriage. When she catches sight of an article comparing her to one of his women, Opal knows it’s time to bring their marriage to an end.

Slapped with divorce papers, Tony refuses to sign them. He has stayed away from his wife because of his own demons. Tony wants a second chance to prove their marriage was meant to be.

Tony Hunt will not take no for an answer. No one is going to stop him from claiming his wife.

Excerpt:

“Who’s that woman you liked touching so much?” she asked. He detected a note of jealousy in her voice.

“Why, little Petal, are you jealous?”

“What do I have to be jealous about? You don’t touch me or come near me. It’s not like we’re really married, is it?” He detected the challenge in her voice. She didn’t know it, but it awakened him.

“You don’t think we’re married?” Tony moved her until her back pressed against the outside brick wall. “Do you let any man touch you like this?” He cupped one of her breasts in his hands, his finger grazing her hard nipples.

She moaned, and he tweaked her nipple. “These tits are mine,” he said. Taking hold of one of the straps, he pulled it down exposing her breast. In the darkness he couldn’t see her properly. Did she have large or small nipples? The weight of her breasts felt good in his hand.

“What are you doing? Someone might see,” she said. She tried to pull the strap up to cover her body from him.

“Do you think I’d let someone else see what’s mine?” he said.

She let her hand fall to her side.

“You want me, don’t you, Petal?” he asked.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

Licking his lips, he smiled. Opal was playing hard to get. She’d unleashed the animal in him, and now she’d have to pay the price. No one challenged him.

He pressed the palm of his hand against the apex of her thighs. When they’d been in Richard’s house he’d touched her through her jeans. With her dress, she was more open to him. She couldn’t hide what was his.

One hand at her cunt, he used his other to lift her dress from under his hold until he felt the fabric of the red, French lace knickers he’d told her to wear.

She gasped. “Tony, what are you doing?”

He loved hearing his name on her lips. “Claiming you.” He slammed his lips down on hers, taking possession of her mouth while his fingers moved the fabric of her panties aside. In seconds he was touching her wet slit.

Pulling away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes. They were open wide in shock.

“You’re touching me,” she said with a gasp.

“You’re fucking wet, Petal. Have you been holding out on me?” He wouldn’t go inside her. The pleasure would be for his dick when he finally took her sweet virginity. He wanted it all. Everything she had to offer. The time of debating was over. Opal Hunt was his wife, and from this day forth he was going to fucking have her. He no longer cared that she was his best friend’s sister. Opal was his, and that is the way it would remain.

“You want me, baby.”

She moaned as he fingered her clit. The swollen little nub responded to every touch. Her body shook. Inserting a leg between her thighs, he used his other hand to take hold of hers. “I want you to touch me.”

Pulling away from her hold, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. In the darkness she wouldn’t be able to see the length. He needed to have some form of relief by her hand, at least for a moment. If he didn’t shoot his load he would combust from the building desire to have her.

His balls were tight, and he knew with a few strokes he’d come. He moved her hand to cup him. “I’ll show you what to do,” he said. With his free hand, he began to stroke her clit. With the other wrapped around her hand, he showed her what he wanted, guiding her hand over his cock.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

Guest: Isabella Olivia Ellis

Hello and welcome Isabella Olivia Ellis to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

So lets begin…

 

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

My name is Isabella Olivia Ellis, but I answer to Bella or Izzy. I am 25 years old and I have a daughter who is nearly 2. I am currently planning a backpacking trip through Europe to expand my experiences and thus improve my writing.

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

 

I’ve been writing stories and such since I was a small child. I decided to move into erotica because it seemed fun. I wanted to write about romances with happy ever afters. And sex. Writing about sex is awesome.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

My first acceptance was for The Vampire’s Bride. I spent months writing it and I was so terrified to finally submit it. Being rejected is never fun, but when you’ve put so much time into something, it can feel defeating. So, when I got that acceptance email, I almost cried from joy.

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

My most recent release is The Vampire’s Second. It is the second book of the Chosen series. It picks up where The Vampire’s Bride left off, but it also takes its own very different spin on things. It moves from the MF romance of the first book into a steamy MFM situation. It was interesting, to say the least, to move into writing a ménage.

It can be purchased from Evernightpublishing.com, Amazon.com, Bookstrand.com, and Allromanceebooks.com.

5) What are you currently writing?

The third and final book of the Chosen series. It is titled The Vampire’s Sister. It focuses on Sloane’s sister, Emma, and her own romance. Though, there is still plenty about Caroline, Luke, and Sloane.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I tend to write as things come to me. Since I work solely from feeling, I go by what I want to happen next to my characters.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

The only publisher that I am currently under contract with is Evernight Publishing, and I couldn’t rave about them enough. They’re fast, easy to work with, and author-friendly.

8) What are you reading now?

The Alienist by Caleb Carr. I’ve read it twice before, but I really enjoy re-reading books and returning to the characters.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

French fries, terribly made horror films, and shopping on Amazon.

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Learn about the genre in which you want to write in. When I first started writing erotica, I had no clue what “head hopping” was. I didn’t know what terms such as “HEA”, “MMF”, etc stood for. Do your homework, basically.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bellaoliviaellis

Blog: http://isabellaoliviaellis.blogspot.com/

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Buy link for The Vampire’s Bride: http://www.amazon.com/The-Vampires-Bride-Chosen-ebook/dp/B007XL0E8M/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

New Release: Belonging to the Steer Brothers

Today is the release of, Belonging to the Steer Brothers which if the second book in my Cape Falls series.

Cape Falls, 2

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

When Anna Myer’s parents died in a car accident, David and Paul Steer took her in and cared for her. For years she nursed a crush for the two men, only to be rejected and pushed away.

Crushed with the rejection and believing the Steer Brothers could never love her the way she wanted, Anna left Cape Falls.

Three years passed since she left the men she loved. Anna returns with a new determination and she knows the secret that David and Paul tried to keep away from her.

There is a rumor that the Steer men share one woman. Anna wants to be that woman.

Can she prove to Paul and David she is the woman they need? Can her men overcome their fears? And after so long of being alone will she finally belong to the Steer brothers?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), bondage, anal sex.

Excerpt

Impulsively, Anna leaned back. David’s body consumed her. His shoulders could be seen on either side of her. She watched in the full length mirror as his gaze moved down the line of her body and back up again. The first real sign of interest in her as a woman. She held it as a sparkle of hope it was.

With her palms down by her sides she brushed them on his thighs. He didn’t move, but she heard him take a deep breath. The air he expelled ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck.

“What are you doing, Anna?” His voice taking on a deep growl.

Tilting her head back Anna looked into his eyes. His beautiful green eyes, so beautiful and earthy they took her breath away. Bringing her other arm up, she looped it to the back of his head. With her free hand she held his arm where it circled round her waist. This was the first time they’d been this close.

Was that his cock pressing against her ass?

“Aren’t you going to kiss the birthday girl?” she asked. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her nipples ached for him to reach up and cup them. It had been years since she’d held him. The past three years hadn’t stopped the yearning to be near to him. His scent invaded her, turning her inside out. She wanted this man as much as she wanted his brother. Was she sick? Anna crossed her legs as the ache in her pussy built. Could she grab his hands and place one on her breast and the other on her mound? Her body was alive, and she wanted to feel closer to him. To take all of her clothes off and beg him to make love to her.

A moan escaped between her lips, and at the moment she didn’t care as he leaned down to give her a kiss. She noted the way his lips were closed and his eyes firm. She knew he would try for a peck on the lips or a brush. She didn’t want a peck. Anna wanted it all.

His lips brushed hers. A brotherly or friend type kiss. As he moved away her hand tightened around his neck refusing to let him go. She turned slightly in his arms so her body was in a better position to receive his kiss. Closing her eyes she deepened the kiss, opening her lips and running her tongue over his lips.

He pulled away. A hand on her cheek. “Anna, don’t do this.”

“Please, please. David, kiss me like you want too. Just once,” she begged.

“Anna, please. Don’t make me start something we won’t be able to finish.”

Hope sprang inside her. David felt something. “Then don’t stop, and let us continue until we finish.”

She watched as he closed his eyes. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”

“I mean it. I want you David,” she said.

For several moments he didn’t respond, remaining frozen solid. Anna was determined to evoke some emotion whether it was disgust at her assumption or the passion she knew was just beneath the surface.

The time seemed to last for an eternity. It was the longest wait for anything in her life.

She was rewarded as his free hand captured the back of her head and thrust his tongue between her lips. His hand on her waist spun her around, moving her flush against him. Her aching breasts full and round, her nipples budding to unbearable points as they pushed, trying to come through the fabric of her gown. David placed one hand to the back of her head, his fingers sinking into the length of hair which he fisted. Anna cried out from the pain opening her mouth wider for his invasion. The one on her waist moved down to her butt. He squeezed her ass, and she heard a growl escape between his fiery kisses. Anna circled both of her arms around his neck, holding on as desire and lust took over. She felt her dress being pulled up past her butt, exposing her virginal white panties. David was gathering her dress in his hands. The thrill sent delightful shivers all around her body.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (UK) / Amazon (US) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

Guest: Doris O’Connor

Hello and welcome Doris O’Connor to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂

So lets begin…

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

Okay – deep breath. I write contemporary and paranormal Erotic romance and am also a SAHM of nine little and not so little hooligans. Hubby and I have been together for twenty-five years (not quite sure how that happened, when I’m only twenty-one myself 😉 and we live with our brood of kids and pets in a far too small house in Bedordshire, England. At any given time, I wear so many different hats, even I forget who I am at times, lol. And do NOT talk to me about laundry!

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

I don’t think anyone begins writing accidentally, do they? I was an only child, so my imagination and my books were pretty much my friends from as early on as I can remember. Once I could write I was forever penning stories and was aways pulled up for daydreaming, lol. As an adult life got in the way for the longest time. Then back in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition and I thought to myself, well it’s now or never. Didn’t get anywhere in that competiion, but I have been writing ever since.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

What? You didn’t hear me squeal where you were?

August 2nd 2011, that’s when I got that all important e-mail.My first, great story, we would like to offer you a contract, e-mail. I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and decided to check my e-mails one last time, as you do.

This is what followed:

“Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh my GOD!” Incoherent screeching from me.

Cue hubby and kids come flying towards me from all angles of our house. I was heavily pregnant at the time, so they all thought I was going into labour. I’m still amazed I didn’t to be honest. Especially as I got an acceptance for another story with a different publisher two days later.

* big grin*

Baby was eventually born August 8th. He likes the limelight, so I reckon he was hanging on in there, to make sure he didn’t have to share his entrance into the world with a contract. That day was going to be all about him!

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

I have two: RIDING HER TIGER released May 1st and TOO COLD TO LOVE releases today!

Blurb for Riding her Tiger

Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/riding-her-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.bookstrand.com/riding-her-tiger

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ridinghertiger-786880-142.html

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335886979&sr=8-2

Blurb for Too Cold To Love

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

BUY LINK

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Too Cold To Love is book two in the Giovanni series and readers will find many familiar faces from book one, Too Hot To Handle. It shows life in the Giovanni clan eighteen months on and I had great fun revisiting old characters and further developing Stella, the head of the Giovanni.

Marco and Elise’s story is very different to Alex and Kitty’s. I struggled with Marco at the beginning, because he didn’t want to reveal his feelings, not even to me. But Elise is just who he needed to open up and as they struggle through their marriage they end up healing each other.

It gets very emotional in parts, be warned! And of course their chemistry is off the scale, as you’d expect from my characters. Marco proves very inventive, shall we say…

5) What are you currently writing?

I’m almost finished with a Naughty Fairytale, which is a twist on My Little Mermaid with a bit of Beauty and the Beast thrown in too. I’m quite excited about this one, I have to say. I aim to sub it this week, so we shall see. Then I had an idea for a f/f short for my publisher’s new Anthology call and I need to write Book two in my Club Ink series. Those tigers are growling at me again, and ya know, really don’t want to argue with them.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I need to have some visual inspiration in front of me, especially of the heroes.

*winks*

Somehow words flow very easily then. And other than that I get inspired from all sorts. I never can tell what will spark my muse, but she seems to respond well to submission calls I’ve noticed, even if I then go off an a tangent, because I’m such a panster, lol.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

With the exception of one experience they have been very positive. It’s always such a learning curve and with every publisher and editor I’ve worked with I’ve learnt lots. I must say though that Evernight Publishing have simply ruined me for anyone else, lol. I’m very happy in the Evernight family and I can’t see that changing any time soon.

8) What are you reading now?

Carolyn Rosewood’s excellent Naughty Fairy Tale The Rebellious Princess Choses Two Lovers.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

I don’t do guilty, lol. I take my pleasures without guilt. I’m incredibly busy, so when I do take out time for myself, I enjoy it. Having said that it usually just involves locking myself away to write, having a loooong soak in the bath and the occasional meal and meet up with friends. Yeah, I lead such a rock-n-roll lifetsyle 😉

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Find a good critique group, keep writing, and never, ever give up. The more you write, the stronger your voice will be. Write what your heart tells you to write, not what you think you ought to be writing. Read lots, and read some more and do not take rejections personally. They are simply part of the process.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Thanks again for having me Sam 🙂 If you’d like to win a copy of either one of my new relases, then leave me a comment. You can check the excerpts on my website.

Find me on the web here:

Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/mamaD8

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Guest: Adonis Devereux

May I welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author,

Adonis Devereux 

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Never have, never will. At least not the kind of writer’s block I hear a lot of people complain about. I get the impression that they think writer’s block is some mystical forcefield keeping them from their writing, like it’s not their fault, like there’s nothing they can do about it. I’ve never experienced writer’s block, so maybe that’s why I don’t believe it really exists. Of course I work hard to make sure writer’s block never seizes me. I might take a walk, change my environment, take a break, or talk to my wife. (By the way, I’m the Mr. half of the Adonis Devereux writing duo!) I guess the one advantage I have over writer’s block is the fact that I have a writing partner. We never have a lack of ideas; we’re never at a standstill. We are able to encourage each other chapter by chapter, story by story. Writing is, of course, a solitary venture for most people, so my advice would be to find a confidant – someone you can trust with your stories – and talk to him or her whenever you feel the flow just stop. But the confidant needs to be someone who is equally creative and enthusiastic about your love of story. That’s what I have, and my well has never run dry. Thanks so much, Sam, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!

Blurb

Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father’s property. She is promised to Melenius, the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father’s choice. She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

Excerpt

Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.

“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.

Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.

“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.

It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.

“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”

Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.

Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.

“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.

He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.

Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.

Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.

Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.

Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.

Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.

“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.

Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”

“Fair enough.”

“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.

Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.

Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.

Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.

Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”

Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.

“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.

Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.

But Nevia would not return his glance.

The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

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Friday Teaser: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Love Shadows blurb

Love Shadows, book four in my popular Love Covenant paranormal romance series from Evernight Publishing will be out later this week, following Love Tattoo, Love Scars, and Love Knots.

Cara couldn’t be happier now that her sexy vampire husband Will Brennan located his long lost brother Seamus. Her new found brother-in-law even has a theater where she can sing – until a vampire named Henri shows up in the audience. He covets Cara but not for a happy ending. The old vampire, far more powerful than Will or Seamus has a bad reputation among the undead.

Back in Memphis Henri demonstrates he can make them suffer at will. A cat and mouse game begins and takes them back to Missouri, then onto Texas for what they hope will be a happy family holiday.

A last minute grocery store run puts Cara in Henri’s hands and leaves Seamus near dead. When Henri takes Cara deep into the mysterious back waters of Caddo Lake, it’ll take more than just Will Brennan and his brother to save her – if they can.

Excerpt:

With eyes closed, his face reminded me of an angel or something from one of Michelangelo’s statues. His features were just that perfect, his nose well-shaped and the right size to fit his face. His solid neck attached to his torso just where it should and his broad shoulders exuded beautiful brawn. I lowered my eyes to appreciate his wide chest, his muscles defined without being grotesque and soft with just enough fine hair to be interesting. His pale nipples rested on that dark mat and his body sloped downward to a firm, flat belly and then the cleft between his legs where his manhood reigned supreme. I loved his cock, skilled and shaped well, but I also admired his sturdy, strong legs that tapered down to two of the most beautiful feet I’d ever seen on a man. Will’s feet are long and narrow, large but with a graceful shape. His big hands are the same. Unable to resist touching him, I trailed my fingers over his ribs and down his body.

Will opened his eyes, bluer than the October sky I’d glimpsed at dawn, deeper than any lake or ocean could ever be. As he became aware of my scrutiny and my touch, they lit up from within, like windows on a dark night and he stroked the curve of my cheek.

“You look much improved, mo anam cara,” he whispered in a voice smoother than the finest Irish whiskey, “Do you feel all right?”

“I do but there’s something I need to make me better,” I told him.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, “What is it?”

“This,” I said and kissed him. From the moment that our lips fused, energy erupted between us, powerful and potent. That force filled the air between us with such living strength that I could almost taste it on my tongue. I craved that might and wanted it to master me, ached for Will to claim me with rough hands and no restraint. I yearned for the same wildness that he exhibited driving far above the speed limit over the curving roads, flirting with danger and thumbing his nose at death. With the same zeal that I once had for drag racing on Friday nights down the back roads of Cherokee County in Texas, I coveted that old screw mortality feeling that made me higher than any booze or drug. I needed Will to turn me every which way but loose, pound me with his body so that I could forget the intrusion of that blonde vampire into my consciousness. I wanted to erase that feeling of violation, and then replace it with Will’s lasting love, unbreakable and stronger than death or Mr. Blonde.

Will had other ideas. I fancied brutal lovemaking, strong enough to wipe out anything else but he sought to give me tenderness. He cherished me, his mouth as soft upon mine as a sigh, sweeter than a spoon of homemade vanilla ice cream, and gentler than the brush of a butterfly’s wing. That mellow caress tamed my wild fire into a sweet simmer that flowed through my veins, heating me even as it leached away the memory of that blonde. As my body gentled down, harkening to Will’s hands, I let go of my anger and released my fear.

His placid passion sent it away, washed it from me like a sensual baptism. Instead of physical combat he immersed me in love, emotion so strong that it evoked delightful tremors throughout my body. That kiss led to more kisses, each one as fragile as a feather as he trailed down my throat, to my breasts, my bellybutton and beyond. Each of my five senses, the ones I learned to name back in Miss Gabriel’s kindergarten classroom, reeled with intoxication.

I saw Will bathed in such beauty because I loved him so. As he caressed me, I let my tongue slide over his naked flesh. I tasted the salt of his sweat, the flavor of his body and gloried in such intimacy. My ears rejoiced to hear his whispered endearments, mostly in Irish, the foreign phrases ringing like songs into my soul. His musk, a rich aroma of manhood and pure Will, permeated my nose until all the world smelled of him and his touch on my skin evoked ripples of pleasure, spasms of delight wherever it fell.

His tender devotion distracted me from giving back and I let him tempt me into such a selfish contentment that I lay beneath him, beside him, as docile as a just born kitten. His roaming hands made me shiver with his light caress and my anticipation for the cataclysmic end grew until I didn’t think I could wait.

With a slow hand, the easiest touch he’d ever used to love me, Will brought me to a fever pitch of desire. He fired my want until I thought I would die if he didn’t meet that need, fill my emptiness with his body. He maneuvered me onto my back and then he speared me, pierced me to the very heart of my being with his hard penis. Will plunged into me with the strength, the rough need that I so craved and after such tenderness, it sent shock waves of pure physical joy through me. I bucked beneath him, my body his to control, not mine, and when I came in a rush of tears, laughter, and a scream of animal delight, Will went with me.

Afterward, it took a few minutes to recover both breath and speech. He spoke first as I curled against his chest, sated and somnolent.

“’Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move his aides, doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt I love,’”

“I know you do, honey,” I responded, “and I love you, Will Brennan more than the stars or sun or fire.”

“Gra go deo,”

My feeble Irish knowledge knew that meant love forever.

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Naughty Nights Press

Have you heard about the new book out by John Simpson through Naughty Nights Press?

It is called Pain and Revenge and it is the type of book that will have you holding your breath for what happens next. Cheering for the good guy and booing the bad guy. It will make your knees go weak with the blatant eroticism used.

Pain and Revenge is a Gay Male Erotica, BDSM, Thriller/Suspense story that is written with depth and insightfulness that will have the reader enthralled.

Synopsis

Rookie CIA agent James Elliot is sent to his first assignment in London, where he finds out that not only does the CIA know that he’s gay, but that he’s been brought in on an assignment precisely for that reason. James is thrown into a situation where he must seduce a Russian GRU Agent and find out what he’s doing in England.

Warning: male/male forced sex scene that is intricate to the plot. Also spankings are the sadistic Russians specialty and the question is, “Can James Elliot hold out to finish the job?” The novella reaches a satisfactory conclusion as the answer to the question.Buy Links:

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Excerpt from PAIN AND REVENGE by John Simpson

I was just about to begin to fill him in on his assignment, shall I proceed?” Severs asked.

“Yes, by all means.”

A photograph took up the entire screen at the other end of the table.

“This is Gregor Malakoff. He’s just been brought in to the Russian Embassy as a “general trade,” mission member but his real job is GRU, or the Glavnoye Razvedyvatel’noye Upravleniye, also known as Russian military intelligence. As you know, the GRU is Russia’s largest intelligence agency, which also controls their “Spetsnaz,” or Special Forces.

Here’s what we have on him personally: He is 5’11, 190 pounds of solid muscle. He works out four times a week and is deadly when it comes to martial arts. Brown hair, blue eyes. One more thing, he’s gay. He has a preference for males of a slighter build, blond hair, blue eyes, on the submissive side, shorter or as tall as him but no taller, and between 145 pounds and 200. Oh, and he likes his men hung and preferably into leather type bedroom activities.”

“And you’re telling me all this detail, why?”

“Elliot, we know as the agency knows, that you are gay. You have blond hair, blue eyes, are 5’10, 185, fairly well built. The only thing the agency doesn’t know is if you’re hung or not. Are you?”

“Am I what? Hung? Are you kidding me? You want me to go after this Malakoff sexually?”

“Are you hung?”

“Yes damnit! What if I weren’t? Would that exclude me from this madness?”

“No, you would just have to try harder in other areas. Sorry to get so personal James really I am. However, it’s vital that you become a honey pot for this man.”

“A what?”

“It’s an old expression in the spy business. Both sides would use good-looking women who were agents to get next to their targets and suck information out of them as it were. This is the same principle using the male gender.”

“Yeah, I understand. Only it won’t be just information that I’ll be forced to suck out of this dude.”

“It’s for the flag James, the women had to do the same thing and more.”

“Why is this guy so important?”

“We need to find out why the GRU has sent a man here to London of all places. It’s not the usual location for this type of agent. Your job is to find out how long he’s going to be here, and why. You’ll wanna get invited back to his flat since he doesn’t stay at the Embassy, and find out what he has there. Your cover will be what it is. You’re an accountant for an American company that imports both English and Scottish products to the states. It’s all in your briefing file, including the bars this guy likes to hang out in.”

“You’ll be given the latest in listening devices so that we should be able to monitor you wherever you go and whatever you do.”

“Wonderful. You said he was into leather stuff, like what?” James asked.

“He likes to frequent bars that engage in spanking and whips. London has about five such bars and he has his favorites.”

“Oh my God! You mean to tell me that since I’m supposed to be submissive that this guy is going to be beating my ass on top of everything else?”

“It may come to that, yes I’m afraid.”

“You’re afraid? It won’t be your ass or back that feels the beating. Damn!”

 

About John Simpson:

John Simpson is a Vietnam Era Veteran, former Police Officer of the Year, a Federal Agent, a Federal Magistrate, an armed bodyguard to Saudi Royalty, a senior Federal Government executive and recipient of awards from the Vice President of the United States and the Secretary of Treasury.

 

John feels that for too long fiction writers neglected gay men. John writes entertaining, enjoyable, and enthralling fiction centered on the lives and lifestyles of gay men. John allows his readers to see life through gay mens’ eyes. And just like real life, John’s characters have active and exciting sex lives. John calls on his broad personal and professional experience in writing gay erotica. John is author of numerous full length novels available through Dreamspinner Press, TeB and Naughty Nights Press and several short stories in Alyson Books anthologies. Additionally, John has just signed on with Silver Publishing who will be putting out short stories and novellas. John has written magazine articles for gay and straight audiences alike.

 

John lives with his partner of 36 years who he legally married in 2008, and their three Scottish Terriers. John is highly involved with the Church, specifically seeking to repair rifts between Christendom and the gay community.

 

John wishes to extend a very special thanks to his many female readers. He appreciates and loves the fact women enjoy male/male erotica, and he thanks you for your past and continued support. He hopes to never disappoint you, and always leave you wanting more!