Author Spotlight on Lila Shaw

Prometheus Unstitched by Lila Shaw

Thank you for having me on your blog today to talk a little bit about Prometheus Unstitched, my sexy, tongue-in-cheek superhero novella from Evernight.

Blurb:

Cory Blindbarrow of Blindbarrow Crimefighting Couture, loves her work—from tailoring bulletproof fabrics to engineering concealed weaponry. Kowtowing to the over-sized egos of her superhero clientele? Not so much.

Her newest client, Theo Richelieu, aka Prometheus Man, can see five minutes into the future. Unfortunately, nobody believes him. He’s exactly the type that pushes Cory’s buttons. But he’s also quite talented at engaging (and disengaging) her snaps and zippers. As maddening as Theo can be, Cory can’t deny their supernatural chemistry.

When a sniper targets Cory’s colleagues, Theo appoints himself her protector. His know-it-all attitude soon has her ready to tattoo a bullseye on her forehead. If Theo is unable to convince the headstrong couturier she’s the sniper’s next mark, their happily ever after might never make it out of the design phase.

Excerpt:

 “Don’t do that,” Cory murmured. Her body had settled down from their romp on the floor, but his languid perusal threatened to re-ignite her.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t look at me like … like you’re doing now.” Too late. Heat rose and coursed through her, making a circuit before pooling in certain spots. Her breath came in shallow pants. Visions of Theo flooded her brain, gloriously naked and lying on top of her, warm and aroused. His face, glasses off, eyes dark and lustrous, loomed over hers before slowly descending. Echoes of soft cries and moans of pleasure mingled to create an erotic soundtrack.

“Like this?” Theo bent his head down and pressed his forehead to hers, one palm cupping her jaw and neck.

Cory’s lips formed an “oh” as reality returned and Theo kissed her. They didn’t stay in an “oh”.

His arms slipped around her and she felt her body move to mold against his. What was going on? Why was she so susceptible, so pliable to his will? Why did every part of her body gravitate to him, even her hair? She wasn’t sure she liked him, though her body seemed to be pushing for consensus on a great big affirmative.

“Identical to my vision,” Theo whispered before pulling away.

A whimper escaped Cory as the air cooled where his lips had been. Mortified by her betraying reaction, she raised a hand to her mouth, unable to meet his eyes.

“Your hair is darkening again,” he said thickly. He pressed his lips against first her right temple then her left.

Eyes wide at the implication, she pulled free of his embrace and snatched the hand mirror out of her desk drawer again. The dusky shade had begun to descend from her roots toward the ends, though traces of silver still remained. She spun to put her back to him, self-conscious of what she assumed the cause to be.

“My theory is correct, Cory; I just proved it. When you’re aroused … um, sexually, your hair turns dark. I knew I was a pretty good kisser, but the visual proof is beyond gratifying.” He chuckled.

Cory’s heart accelerated, her head pressurizing for a blowup. Of all the conceit. She spun to face him, her eyes narrowed to near slits of indignation. How dare he toy with her!

Theo took a step back. “Uh-oh…” He pointed to her hair. “I’m guessing I should have kept the results of my experiment under wraps a while longer.”

“What? Didn’t you see my reaction to your scientific observations in your foresight?” She drew her fists to her hips, ready for a full-on verbal brawl. “For all we know, your saliva is the culprit!”

“I didn’t kiss you in the kitchen. We didn’t even share the same drinking cup so that theory doesn’t pan out.” His eyes flitted to her hair, and he took another step backward.

Cory advanced and narrowed the gap. “The kitchen doesn’t count. That could have still been a trick of the light or just your premonition of my hair changing later.”

Theo shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way. I don’t get reality and future visions confused. They’re very distinct.” He suddenly broke into a grin. “Ah, I know what’s going on. You were lusting after me back then, weren’t you? I’m totally right about this.” He recovered the ground he ceded earlier. “You want me. You don’t want to want me, but you do, or at least your body does, so much even your hair is aroused by me.” Again he chuckled, loud and hearty. Between guffaws, he choked out, “Welcome to my world and that of every boy beginning at adolescence. It’s not so fun sporting evidence of desire, is it? Kind of embarrassing, eh?” The laughter grew in volume.

Cory wanted to throw a shoe at him. “Shut up! Your theory is ridiculous! I was not lusting after you! You’re such a jack-ash!”

“A jack-ash?” His laughter began anew. “Do you mean jack-ass?”

Cory’s mouth twitched into a frown. “I don’t use those types of words.”

“You just did…albeit with a lisp—”

“Oh, hush! You are such a conceited SOB!”

“SOB?” Theo roared with laughter.

Author Bio

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a writer of works of erotica and erotic romance spiced with a little humor.  Her writings typically involve strong-willed women, and are often playful, sarcastic and even silly.  She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously.

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Giveaway with Raven McAllan

Jorja was kind enough to invite me onto her blog.

As usual I went blank. How can I find something interesting to say? Something people will want to read?

 Yup, that's me. I still have to pinch myself a dozen books down the line. Wow people read what I have written.

                                                                                          

And this month is even more of a  'pinch myself' month

with my ebook A Most Unusual Mistress out on Friday 17^th.

Blurb…

Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree.

Finding her intended bollix deep in his mistress, when she was trembling with wanting, did not impress Adriana. If being a mistress entailed being part of such passion, then a mistress only she would be'.

Ashley. Earl of Addersley thought otherwise. He wanted a wife on his terms. He wanted a wife on his terms. Terms that would send this lady of the ton screaming, or would they?

*****                                                               

Not only that, it is part of my first ever adult print book. Along with Wallflowers Don't Wilt and To Please A Lady, I am now in print!  All under one beautiful and hot cover.

Blurb

Beneath the prim and proper surface of the ton, intrigue and scandal was only a gossiping word away

            For many men and women, the fear of ruin and worse accompanied them at all times.

 Some defied propriety, took hold of their happiness and hoped for the best.

Meet the men prepared to defy convention to win their ladies.

            But are those ladies prepared to let them have it all their own ways?

            Of course not, for their partnerships are as unconventional as the ladies themselves.

Wallflowers Don't Wilt

            Two women on the verge of freedom. One man looking for adventure. Can he persuade them that freedom comes in many forms, including three bodies entwined?
 


To Please A Lady

            When your lovers are lovers themselves, and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? Persuade me of course!

            A Most Unusual Mistress

Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree.

****

 So to tempt you either print or ebook, here's an excerpt from A Most Unusual Mistress…

“I fear, my love.” He kept his voice calm despite the anger now raging within him. “You do not have the facts assimilated correctly. For why am I to be blackened as a cheat and a liar?”

Her chest heaved, once more unknowingly allowing him a cock-tightening view of her breasts straining at their confines as they threatened to spill out and...and what? Demand attention? Hardly. Protest his attraction? More likely. Receive his touch? Dare he? Regretfully, Ash reminded himself just whom he was facing. He held his hands out in supplication. However, Adriana had not yet finished blackening his character.

“Because you are one? Any man who states he is no longer harboring a mistress and is then found bollocks-deep inside said mistress only days before his wedding is not to be believed,” she said, her anger evident in her words. He watched, fascinated, as she picked up two small, exquisite Sèvres vases from the mantle and threw them at the wall in quick succession. They shattered in the hearth, and Ashley waited for her reaction to such damage. Adriana showed no sign of even noticing her wanton destruction and merely dusted her hands on her skirts.

Unusually, no servant appeared to discover the reason for such noise. He wondered if such temper was the norm, and the servants well used to it.

He chose not to ask her.

 “Therefore,” she said. “I do not believe anything you say to me. Lud, she is treated better than me. Have you ever touched me with such desire?” She laughed bitterly. “Perchance I should phrase that have you ever touched me? We both know the answer. Yet I have seen the way you look at me when you think you are unobserved. Indeed, on one occasion, my lord, I was the observer as you took yourself in hand and fisted yourself until you spilled your seed while shouting my name. So I know you are not indifferent to me. But touch me? Make me come? Pah. Do I not deserve the attention you paid her?”

“You are to be my wife,” Ash said stiffly. He knew his face reddened in shame, for he was ashamed of the discomfort he had caused her. “However,” he continued, ignoring the ripple of excitement her query had aroused, “not my whore. I respect you.”

“I would be better off as your mistress and get the body and the fucking I desire,” she said frankly. “Lud, Ash. I want your love, your body, and to be fucked. If that is not to be my culmination, then let me be your whore. For a twelvemonth, I have spied and regarded you in secret, stroking myself after peering at you without your knowledge. Lud, I ache for your touch. If, as your wife, I do not receive all that I desire, I do not desire to be your wife. Why should I settle for less than all you can—if you chose— give me?” she demanded. “Just because it is assumed women of our class do not enjoy more than the mere mechanics of sex, or indeed, merely tolerate a husband’s touch, do not assume that of me. If, as your mistress, I will receive more than duty demands, then make me her. However, don’t bother to make me your wife. I have too much esteem to settle for less than I deserve.”

He wondered if he imagined what he heard. “And you feel you deserve to be my mistress?”

“Well, I deserve more than a ten-minute fumble once the lamps are dimmed.”

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Everyone needs a little submission in their lives...

Meet Sandra Bunino, one of my fellow authors from the Keyboards and Kink anthology, where she first introduced us to The Satin Rose Experience. I gotta say, I'm looking forward to reading more about it... ;)

Mia’s Submission (Book One of The Satin Rose Experience series)

Release: August 7^th from Evernight Publishing

                                           

Blurb:

Hardworking Mia Lavender's been offered a promotion she can’t refuse--VP of Client Experience at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, The Satin Rose Experience, or SRE. Mia's kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She'll have ample opportunity to explore her fantasy because to succeed in her new role at SRE, she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.

During Asher Cane's very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if he'll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or will her submission come only at the cost of his heart?

Mia’s Submission is Book One of The Satin Rose Experience (SRE) series.

SRE, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards and Kink Anthology.

Excerpt:

“Training starts now, Mia. To do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?” Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.

“It’s cold, both physically and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”

Asher grinned and nodded while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of your trust today.”

Mia took a deep breath and her shoulders began to relax.

“Having said that, I’m sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this position and if I can’t control myself and train you properly, someone else will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you understand?”

“Of course,” Mia whispered. She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.

“You remember our safe word, Mia?”

She nodded and stared into his dark brown eyes.

“Thorn.”

“Yes and please use it when you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”

Mia’s eyes darted around the stark suite. “Cameras?”

Asher grinned. “The camera is in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.

“No. No camera. This is going to be hard enough for me.”

“The purpose of the surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of our clients.”

“I understand but I still don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.

He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”

She smiled at him and turned to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.

“Put your hands together behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.

She did as she was told and laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it tight between her hands.

Mia swallowed hard and pulled at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.

“A submissive would be punished for that peek,” he growled.

She whipped her head back to face the wall.

“Come to me.”

Relieved to leave her corner, Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts down to her core.

“Keep your legs straight and bend forward.”

Heated palms slid down her back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both ass cheeks.

Book Links:

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Contact Sandra:

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Bio:

Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books and short stories include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, The Satin Rose Experience and The Fountain Pen.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family.

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Author Spotlight on Kastil Eavenshade - With Giveaway

Thank you, Jorja, for having me on your blog. I really appreciate it. Today I'd like to give a little insight into Talbot's Ploy. Based in 18th century France, it's a tale of one man (Talbot) who has pined for one man almost all of his adult life. His best friend since childhood Maxime LaRue. Tired of going from one lover to the next, Talbot decides to test the waters and find out if his friend has similar interests in the bedroom.

I had intended this to be a shorter piece but apparently, my muse had other plans. I don't throttle my muse often as his sexy ass usually leads me in the right direction. Please enjoy a tidbit from my latest work.

BLURB:
Talbot Sauvageot has kept his wicked lifestyle underground for several years, going from one lover to the next. Decedent rake to females by day, passionate lover for his latest male companion at night. When he is forced to flee Paris or face the guillotine, Talbot realizes none of the men he has bedded over the past years burns at his soul like his dear friend Maxime LaRue.

Forced into seclusion in the forest of Bois de Lunor, he receives an invitation from Maxime for their yearly gathering at his estate in Varanguebec. One that Talbot has avoided the past few years. Refusing to submit to a life without love, Talbot schemes to discover if his childhood friend shares the same taste in pleasure as he.

Will Maxime submit to Talbot’s ploy or cast his friend in the shadow of death?

EXCERPT:

The foyer of his estate, dark at such a late hour, had comforted Maxime. In the shadows, none of his servants would witness the heated redness of his cheeks that drunkenness could not explain. He’d sent Talbot to the guest room on the other side of the large castle with a few bottles of wine to soak down his misery. For this night, Maxime decided no amount of drink would wipe the vision of Talbot sucking on his cock.

Halfway into his bedchamber, he had peeled his clothes off one piece at a time. His sights zeroed in on the large bed he planned to sprawl across as soon as he reached it. A note outside the door would belay his chambermaid from waking him before the sun stretched to its highest point. By then, he hoped Talbot would have shuffled off to his own home over the shame of the act. More than likely, his friend would stay the weekend for a bit of tomfoolery when Landis and Delron arrived.

Maxime had crawled under the sheets. Sleep, however, ran somewhere in the night and eluded his grasping hands. He rolled to his side to gaze at the filtering moonlight peeking through his closed curtains. Ever so slowly his eyes closed as he steadied his breathing to lure himself into a dream state. The grinding of stone on stone snapped him awake. The uneven footfalls neared the bed and his coverlet shifted. A warm body pressed against his back. A seeking hand smoothed over his skin and the strong smell of wine hit his nose.

Talbot had snuck into his room through the hidden passageways.

“What are you doing, Talbot?”

His friend did not answer with anything remotely resembling a language. Instead, his strong grip seized Maxime’s member and jerked it to attention. Maxime panicked. Out in the woods—far from his estate—such indulgences went unnoticed. Should he give into Talbot’s depravity in the confines of his castle, let alone his bedchamber, he would lose all his assets and be cast out by his father straight to the razor edge of the guillotine.

“I cannot do this, Talbot. It is wrong,” he whispered. “The laws.”

“Your cock and my hand say differently, my friend. Your servants are busy about their own lust. Why deny our own? Tell me to stop, Maxime, and I will.”

“Again I say you are drunk.”

“Immensely so and you quite enjoy my touch on your cock. Shall I taste you again or shall you submit to more?” Talbot shifted on the bed, towering over Maxime. “Unlike our tryst with Monsieur Beaumont’s daughters, no one is going to ruin our enjoyment.”

Maxime wondered if the taste of wine on his friend’s lips was a ploy for him to gamble in the games of their past. Was Talbot’s love of women but a ruse? Had he lured his best friend into a night of shame to prove he could or was his friend showing that his tastes were ones best left in dark crevices?

Kastil is giving away a copy of Talbot's Ploy. To be in with a chance to win, simply leave a comment on her Blog-o-rama Tour of Decadence™  http://kastil.wordpress.com/2012/07/31/release-day-talbots-ploy/

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