Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Evernight Publishing's Birthday Bargains!
Evernight Publishing is celebrating their birthday with a whole load of goodies for their readers. Join in the Scavenger Hunt which is already in full swing.
There is also a 99cents sale on a whole range of titles at Amazon kindle. Including my Naughty Fairy Tale, Jackie and Her Loose Talk.
And if that isn't enough, there is 50% off Evernight books over at All Romance! That means you can bag yourself my Texas Ranger for half price ;)
So, join in and grab yourself some bargains.
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Adonis Devereux
Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to
share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A
Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about
influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with
powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.
One more thing: if you haven't read book one, The
Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited
time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to
begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!
***************
The Lotus Trilogy, 2
Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's
sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and
assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles
Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from
her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between
her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in
the balance.
Be
Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies,
violence.
***************
“So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.
Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing
Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”
Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”
The slave hurried into the room.
“Let
it be written,” Kamen said.
Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid
out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the
document.
Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your
family name?”
“Zomalin.”
Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign
the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us
then.”
Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm,
running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up
perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her
desire for him.
Kamen looked over the document, and it read just
as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone
would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen
filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and
hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.
“Congratulations,
old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.
Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked
back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I
must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to
the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”
Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew
this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of
embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token
penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked
Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with
Ajalira.
Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed
her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood
rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took
off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's
cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be
quick.
“I
cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of
shame.
“Don't
think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know
you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your
honor intact.”
Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her
eyes.
Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his
long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet
it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn
lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him
to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her
alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten
he knew was inside her.
Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the
Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away.
Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood
up.
“What's
wrong?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen reached down and scooped her into his
arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the
room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.
“Is
everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.
Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of
her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half.
Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked
breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen
yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle,
dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only
let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it,
holding it against one post of the bed.
“What
are you doing?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her
wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other
wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes.
She knew what was coming, and she loved it.
But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted
any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks
were not as big as Sunjaa's.
Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as
he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before
me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and
stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh,
you want this?”
Ajalira nodded vigorously.
“Not
yet.”
Ajalira whimpered again.
“Yours
is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the
insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.
**************
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Saturday, 15 September 2012
Indulgent Blog Hop!
With such hectic lives we all need something to look forward to every now and then. If I'm on my own there's nothing I like more than the peace and quiet to read (or write!) a good book.
But Saturday nights are pure indulgence for me. Forget clubs and pubs and taking hours to get dressed up, I'd rather chill out at home with my family. Home-made pizza and slobbing out in front of the tv has become the norm here at the weekend.
The cold weather has already started to move into the UK and given us even more reason to cuddle up indoors. The X Factor, Downton Abbey and Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars, for our American cousins) are all family favourites, and after doing taxi service for all the kids' sports activities, we're more than ready for some downtime.
So, here I am, feet up with snacks and wine to hand and all is calm. I'll make the most of it because before I know it Monday morning will be here, along with the usual battle to get the little darlings out to school. Cheers!
I want to indulge one commenter with a free copy of my latest release, Jackie and her Loose Talk.
Blurb
Jackie Thompson is the kiss and tell queen,
prepared to sleep her way to fame and fortune. Her latest escapade with two
footballers is on course to secure her future, but she trades it for a handful
of magic beans...or in this case, the address of a reclusive
billionaire.
Scarred by his past, Viktor Torok hides away from the outside world. When Jackie barges into his life he lets her get away in an effort to protect his privacy. But he hasn't counted on the unwanted attraction that rages between them on their second meet.
Can she break through his walls and help them heal each other?
Scarred by his past, Viktor Torok hides away from the outside world. When Jackie barges into his life he lets her get away in an effort to protect his privacy. But he hasn't counted on the unwanted attraction that rages between them on their second meet.
Can she break through his walls and help them heal each other?
You can also visit a whole host of authors participating in this hop for more prizes
In addition to the author giveaways, Ndulgent Bloggers are giving away a Grand Prize of $100 GF of winner's choice from either Barnes & Noble or Amazon RAFFLECOPTER CODE a Rafflecopter giveaway
Good luck xx
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Blog Revamp and Giveaway!
So, I let Cherie out of her cell long enough to revamp my blog :)
As well as being a fabulous writer, she is my captive IT geek, who drags me kicking and screaming into the twenty first century with her techno skills.
It got me thinking about what other talents lie out there among writers and readers alike. Apart from writing, I have flitted from one hobbycraft to another over the years.
I started out doing photography, then painting, jewellery making and cake decorating. I also tried knitting, but lets not go there. Writing is the only thing I've ever stuck at and I guess it's because I love it so much.
My kids have developed their own amazing skills which definitely didn't come from me - one is a computer genius and the other competes in at least three different sports!
Come share your own hobbies or sidelines. Comment or send pics to jorjalovett@hotmail.co.uk and I'll post the best on my blog. The winner will receive a copy of 'Jackie and her Loose Talk'. The heroine of my latest release has her own unique talents ;)
Monday, 3 September 2012
Author Spotlight on Misty Burke
Hi everyone! My name is Misty Burke and
I’m so happy to be visiting with you today. In fact, I’d love to take a minute
and tell you a little more about my newest release – The Midnight Cup.
Here is a short blurb to whet the
appetite:
The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the
romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire …
turned soul mate.
Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire
slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal
demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he
finds The Midnight Cup. A quaint coffee house with a backroom filled with
vampires.
The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker and she’s a
Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she’s a beautiful
white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that
draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings
Marcus into her life.
The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle
of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows
what could happen next.
Here is a small excerpt to get a taste for the story itself:
Standing in the moonlight, he watched the neon
sign blink in the window of the coffee house across the street. College kids
came and went around him. Yet none seemed to notice his presence. The stranger
had spent years learning to blend into the shadows.
The night hours
slowly passed. It wasn’t until he could feel the coming dawn that he strode
across the street and walked inside. Only a few students were left as he took a
seat at a corner table. He was keenly aware that the backroom was now empty and
this fact pleased the woman behind the counter.
Oddly though, she
hadn’t stopped staring at him since he entered. The delicate beauty could
somehow see through his shades of practiced darkness and it unnerved him. The
tattoo that circled his left bicep felt like it tightened.
They locked eyes as
she approached. “What are you?” She leaned in and pretended to wipe down his
table.
“I was just
wondering the same thing about you.” She reminded him of a skittish foal. He reached out to touch her hand and she
jerked back.
“Is that why you’re
here?” Looking hurt, then angry, she motioned to the door. “Get out.”
“You’ve got this all
wrong.” The stranger shook his head in confusion and then pointed toward the
red curtain. “I’m here to help you with your little…problem.”
She froze and gave
him a long, hard look. “I’ll ask you again. What are you?”
He pulled a large
wooden stake out of his trench coat and laid it on the table. “I’m a slayer.”
She sat down at his
table and spoke with soft, hesitant words. “Are you part of the Society?”
The question hung in
the air as he watched tiny sparkles of gold dance in her light blue eyes.
Unknowingly, he reached for her again. The jolt of electricity that followed
caused him to take in a quick breath of air. The surge was sudden and left
warmth. Staring down at their point of contact, his large hand covering hers,
he smiled in awe. “I’m Marcus McKinney. And yes, I’m with the Society.”
“Then you know I’m a
natural,” she paused only a moment, “don’t you?”
The glowing warmth
evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In one fluid motion, he disconnected
from her and picked up the stake. Damn
it, Josh. This was not in your report. He hid the weapon back in the folds
of his trench coat and questioned his next move. There wasn’t supposed to be
any other paranormal element. The Society might care, but his fight was only
with the vampires. This white witch was not his problem.
The woman across
from him looked so innocent. “Whatever it is that causes your heart to darken…”
The slayer pushed
back his chair and stood. “Let’s get this straight. I’ve no interest in your
natural magic or your pity. My assignment is only the coven of vampires you
harbor. Don’t get in my way.”
****
Serenity didn’t have
to watch him leave. She could feel it. This slayer, with his curly brown hair
and eyes the color of dark chocolate, had an aura she hadn’t experienced
before. It was more complex and torn than the simplicity of a human. Yet it
didn’t have the vast emptiness of the vampire either. His soul was different,
unique, hidden in shadow. Marcus McKinney was circled with a deep fog. There
were layers to this man she just couldn’t see and that intrigued her.
In fact, she
couldn’t think of much else as she closed up the coffee shop. Even after saying
goodbye to her staff and locking the doors, she couldn’t get him out of her
mind. It was clear to her that his fight with Ivan’s clan was personal. For he
might be shaped like a slayer, with years of physical training, but there was
more to him than that. Marcus wasn’t just another Society drone. He couldn’t
be.
You can find more information on The Midnight Cup, and my other
stories, at http://mistyburke.com
Monday, 27 August 2012
Tied Up With London Saint James
I’m happy to be one of the authors included
in the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight Publishing. When I first found out they were doing
Naughty Fairy Tales, I knew I had to part of what would be some unique and scorching
hot stories. I thought about all the
fairy tales I loved as a child, and the one that kept popping up was Alice in
Wonderland.
Putting my naughty twist to Alice was super
fun to write, and I hope people will enjoy reading Tied Up In Wonderland, as
much as I enjoyed writing it.
Tied Up In Wonderland Blurb:
Once
upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his
own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…
When Allison McCray decided to go
undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may
have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of
someone they call Master Hatter.
Having Alice in his club may have been
what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the
woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted,
and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d
been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.
But does Alice truly have what it takes
to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the
Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or
will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?
**Warning** Tied Up In Wonderland
contains bondage, sex toys, and anal sex.
Excerpt
The sound of the motorcycle revved.
Stopped. Boots hit the pavement, the footfalls echoing my way.
“Turn around,” he said. It was the voice
of Master Hatter. God, I wanted to see him. Rip the mask off and look at him,
but I did as he commanded. I turned. “You are not allowed to remove the mask,
or speak. You will do as I instruct without question. Nod your head if you
understand.” I nodded. A warm hand grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He walked
me a few steps forward. “Stop, and lean your back against this wall.” I felt in
front of me. It had to be the block wall of the building behind the pool hall.
“Do it, Alice.” My fingers skimmed down the rough surface. I flipped around.
Leaned against the wall. This would probably put more than a smudge on my
champagne colored shirt, but if I got into to Wonderland, so be it. One ruined
blouse was worth it. “Unbutton your shirt.”
I know my hands were shaking, but I
unbuttoned my shirt. I knew when Master Hatter moved the material aside. The
night air caressed my exposed flesh. He tugged at the chain, stretching my
nipples, and elongating my clit. A sensation that I can only describe as hot,
flashed across every inch of me. He tugged once more. Burning flames consumed
my sex. I wanted to cum. No other thought but that lingered in my mind.
“Hike your skirt,” he said. That low
grumble of stern mastery outlined each of his words. “Slowly.” I grabbed the material of my skirt, gathering
it up, doing as he wanted, slow. “Stop, and give me your foot, Alice.” I lifted
my right foot. Hands caressed my calf. He lifted my leg, placed my foot on
something. Perhaps the seat of his bike. “Lift your skirt, higher.”
I did, and somewhere in the back of my
mind I knew I was in a dark alley, with someone I didn’t know, my shirt open
and flapping in the breeze, my leg hiked up, wearing nothing beneath my
partially clothed body with tweezer clamps attached to not so secret parts. I
had my skirt lifted up past my hips. Totally exposed.
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Friday, 24 August 2012
Welcome New Author Yazmin Subha!
Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits at her job, all respectable and prim but by night she is imagining fiesty heroines and sexy alpha males.
She is a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her crit group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.
One taste and Braden knew Millie was the one. Considering their tormented history, this fiery witch would rather die than give herself to a vampire.
Blurb
Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he? But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?
Excerpt
She was slight, her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him. She continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only the friction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cock hardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tone directly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resist burying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for blood and need for her.
His voice soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms. Her heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronised again, Braden kissed the back of her head.
Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in his face, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bent down, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar, his very own personal brand. His head screamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the car wash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reached the height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time he would be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and he realised she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "don't hurt me, please."
Buy Links:
Breathless Press
http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&products_id=307
She is a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her crit group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.
One taste and Braden knew Millie was the one. Considering their tormented history, this fiery witch would rather die than give herself to a vampire.
Blurb
Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he? But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?
Excerpt
She was slight, her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him. She continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only the friction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cock hardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tone directly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resist burying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for blood and need for her.
His voice soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms. Her heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronised again, Braden kissed the back of her head.
Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in his face, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bent down, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar, his very own personal brand. His head screamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the car wash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reached the height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time he would be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and he realised she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "don't hurt me, please."
Buy Links:
Breathless Press
http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&products_id=307
Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
ARe
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-wildfire-918298-140.html
You can find Yazmin on:
Facebook : www.facebook.com/yazminsubha
Blog: www.yazminsubha.blogspot.co.uk
Twitter: www.twitter.com/#!/yazminsubha
Website: www.yazminsubha.co.uk
Goodreads : www.goodreads.com/yazmin_subha
You can find Yazmin on:
Facebook : www.facebook.com/yazminsubha
Blog: www.yazminsubha.blogspot.co.uk
Twitter: www.twitter.com/#!/yazminsubha
Website: www.yazminsubha.co.uk
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