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Monday, 13 May 2013

Nicola Cameron's Greek Gods Are Sexing Up a Storm!



Thanks for letting me come on your blog today! I'm really excited about the release of Storm Season -- not only is it my first full-length novel, it's also the first book in my Olympic Cove series, which is best described as "Humans, Greek Gods, and mythological creatures must band together in Florida to save Earth from an insane deity who wants to remake the planet in its own diseased image. No pressure." The entire series is fantasy erotic romance with science fiction and action/adventure elements; pairing-wise, the first two books in the series are MMM, the third and fifth books are MMF, the fourth book is MMMFF (oh, I'm looking forward to writing THAT), and the sixth book is MF. Yeah, I was never all that good about coloring inside the lines...
 
 
 
BLURB:
Ian West had his summer all planned out go down to Florida, stay in his familys beach cottage on Olympic Cove, and work on his science fiction novel. But his plans get thrown for a loop when gorgeous twin sea gods Bythos and Aphros show up in the cove and inform him hes their fated consort.
 
As if that wasnt enough, something in the Gulf of Mexico is turning mermaids into legendary monsters and gods into demons. Now, Ian not only has to navigate the complicated waters of a ménage relationship with twin sea gods, he also has to stop an insane deity and save the whole damn planet.
No pressure.
 
 
 
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EXCERPT
 
So you just waited for me? All this time?
 
Yes, Bythos said. And you finally returned to us, and dreamed of us as we dreamed of you. With care, he slid an arm around Ian. I meant what I said earlier. We will never harm you, and we will never force you into anything you dont want to do. But we need you, Ian, just as you need us.
 
We do need you, Aphros said, moving in to lay the softest of kisses on Ians shoulder. Youre the sun and the moon to us. Weve dreamed about you for so long. Please, Ian, let us love you.
 
Ian shivered at the softness of the demigods lips as they feathered along his shoulder, tracing the curve to his neck. His desire bloomed again, a warm heaviness settling in his groin. You dreamed about me? he whispered.
 
Every night, Aphros said. You have no idea how you tormented us with your skin, the sounds you made.
 
And your taste, Bythos murmured, leaning in now and brushing the tip of his tongue over Ians skin. I cant describe how delicious you are. You taste like everything good in the world. Like home.
 
Like ours, Aphros said.
 
Ian moaned at the sensation of their mouths on his neck, their hands wandering across his chest, plucking gently at his nipples. Oh, God, he breathed.
 
Gods, actually, Aphros said, lifting his mouth from Ians neck for a moment. Well, demigods, but still.
 
Aph, shut up, Bythos said, sliding a broad, warm palm around Ians jaw and pulling him closer. We have better things to do.
 
 
BIO
 
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
 
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
                                           
·         Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
·         Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites
·         Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC
·         Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/
·         Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron
·         Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC

 
 

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                                Saturday, 11 May 2013

                                #SexySnippets




                                "Joe Marlowe was no saint. A saint would keep his distance no matter what temptation lay in his path, not permit a naked woman to rub herself along his body in a forbidden part of the Titanic. Nor would his thoughts stray to imagine that sensual mouth of hers sucking and licking a different part of him. But Madeleine had pushed him too far to turn back now.

                                His groan encouraged her to press closer; her full breasts cushioning his chest, the soft mound between her thighs brushing along his hardness. In the pool's secret depths, the lips of her womanhood grazed his shaft and scrambled the last selfless thought in his head."
                                 

                                 
                                 
                                Blurb
                                Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for a human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, who has signed up as crew for Titanic. With her sweetheart set to sail aboard the doomed liner, can she get there in time to save him and find her happy-ever-after?
                                 
                                Titanic's Ondine is available now:
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                                Thursday, 9 May 2013

                                Tyler Robbins' 'A Beautiful Lie'



                                A Beautiful Lie

                                 

                                Blurb:

                                 

                                Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

                                When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

                                Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

                                Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

                                 

                                Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.



                                Very Adult Excerpt

                                 

                                Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.

                                “You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”

                                Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”

                                Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”

                                Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”

                                “Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.

                                Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.

                                Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.

                                Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”

                                Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.

                                “So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.

                                Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.

                                As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.

                                Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.

                                Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.

                                Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.

                                Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.

                                 

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                                Tuesday, 7 May 2013

                                Raven's Second Visit of the Week With Another Hot Release!



                                Believe it or not, when I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, I went to dancing lessons. Ballet, ballroom and Latin-American. I danced my way through Saturday mornings and Wednesday evening, thinking I might be the next Margot Fonteyn or a member of a world champion Formation team. Little did I know that I'd be writing a series about a dance studio where that sort of dancing was the purpose.

                                 

                                I had such fun writing these, its one of the lovely things about being a writer, that you can let your imagination free. Dance to a Different Beat showed me just how there is dancing, and there's d a n c I n g …

                                 

                                Blurb

                                Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons, or hide. Can she allow herself to let go enough to give this experienced Dom the submission he demands?

                                Jane has always made her own way in life, and the thought of giving up that control has scared her away once.

                                Sean is determined to show her that true submission is a joy, and not something to be feared. He is not prepared to lose her again.

                                As they face her fears, can they reach their full potential, or will those demons just prove too much to conquer?

                                 

                                And a wee teaser…

                                 

                                As he watched under hooded eyelids Jane ran her hand over the back of a leather chair, and caressed the smooth shape as it swept in a dramatic curve and became the arm. Her fingers splayed out over the wooden covered strength. She'd always been tactile, and Sean could only wish her hands would touch him in the same erotic way. The thought of her mouth on his cock, or himself buried deep inside her pussy, had been the basis of more than one of his climaxes. He despaired of ever seeing if his fantasies lived up to the reality. She looked at him. "So this is vanilla?"

                                He nodded. Shit, I must seem like one of those stupid nodding dogs you win at the fair. "So?"

                                "Oh nothing really," Jane smirked. "But a chair like a giant clit isn't what I'd call vanilla."

                                 He laughed. "You, my dear, are the other person to recognize that, let alone remark on it."

                                "Really? So what does everyone else see?" She sounded genuinely interested.

                                "Comfortable."

                                "What?" Jane sounded incredulous as she let him seat her at a small round table carefully screened from the wind, and prying eyes. "Nothing else? It's two-tone red leather, for goodness sake."

                                He shrugged and went to a side table where an array of fruit was set under muslin covers. "People only see what they want to see Jane. And hear what they want to hear." He handed her a bowl of fruit with everything Ryan had assured him she loved in it. "Don't you agree?"

                                "Hmm." She ate a spoon full of raspberries. As the deep red vied with the subtle hue of her lips Sean's cock reacted and hardened. Damn, if he didn't wish it was his prick that was being sucked into her mouth. "How d'you mean?" She swallowed and filled her spoon again. "This is good. If I'd known I was coming for breakfast, I'd have ditched the joggers and worn something tidier. So, you were saying?"

                                "That people have selective sight and hearing, and interpret things in their own way to suit themselves." He paused. Should he? Why not? It can't make things any worse.  "Take yourself for instance. Your friend wants to come to dance, you hear BDSM. Did you ever check with her to see what she'd been told? Nope, you just jumped to conclusions. Why? Have you been to see Ava and Ryan? No, not since she told you what had happened. You worry her and Ry, you know, but does it bother you? Evidently not, you just see them as threatening your safe sterile life and ignore them. And you set the whole thing up, and I could have sworn not five minutes ago you were really happy for them, but you haven't told them that. They both wonder what they've done to insult you. And us? You ran. You saw how well we meshed, and ran. No questions to me, no define what you mean, nothing. You just bottled. And now look at you? You look like a bag lady. Your glow has gone. When are you going to open your eyes and ears and see and hear what's going on? When are you going to give us a chance? Or are you going to let yourself be sucked into apathy and sterility? For fuck's sake remind yourself what you felt with me, tell yourself you deserve more. And bloody well talk."

                                He slammed his hands on the table so hard both the crockery and Jane jumped. Her spoon fell to the floor, followed by three slices of apple and a grape.

                                 

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                                Dance to a Different Beat…Buy links

                                 

                                Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dance-to-a-different-beat-by-raven-mcallan/

                                 


                                 


                                 


                                 

                                 

                                Nosy links…

                                 

                                Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

                                She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

                                A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

                                Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

                                 

                                You can find out more about Raven here…

                                 

                                 



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