#SexySnippets - The Department Store #2

I thought I would celebrate my new cover art for The Department Store #2 and share another snippet with you. 
First Floor: Cosmetics will go on pre-order at Totally Bound next month.

'Jonah pushed Maggie up against the wall, careful not to hurt her, but, with enough force to stop her running again. He caged her between his body and the brick building. As she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, he leaned down to catch it and draw it back out. She was soft and pliant, and her gentle scent intoxicated him further.

With a point to prove, he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue in to her mouth to taste her sweetness and claim it for himself. Such an audacious move would've deserved a slap or a knee to the balls. Either would've been worth it. Instead, she went limp beneath him, submitting immediately.'

Blurb:

From the outside, it looks like Maggie Fenton has it all. The glamorous head of the cosmetics' department lives a life of luxury, but money definitely hasn't bought her happiness. In reality, she's married to a serial cheat who has made her life a misery for over a decade. With her husband chasing younger women, and her teenage co-workers' catty comments ringing in her ears, Maggie's resigned herself to being on the scrap heap. Until Jonah Hamilton puts temptation in her way and reminds her she's still a red-blooded woman.

Commitment is a four letter word as far as Jonah is concerned. He has no intention of settling down when he has the whole world at his feet. The only reason he takes a Summer job at Kelsey's is to fund his travels. Well, that, and the sexy older woman he can't help flirting with over the make-up counter. Maggie soon becomes a good friend and someone who shows him how good love could be.

The chemistry between them is undeniable but is a fling enough to satisfy their desires, or simply the start of something bigger?

Don't forget to check out the rest of the #SexySnippets over at The Nuthouse Scribblers blog!

Naomi Clark - Phantom Fears #FreeRead

Blurb

As a private investigator with a werewolf girlfriend, Shannon Ryan is used to the unusual. But her latest case has even level-headed Shannon questioning reality. Joyce Bonner swears her daughter is being haunted by a poltergeist. Charlotte Bonner swears she's not. Shannon has one night to uncover the facts behind the supposed supernatural phenomena. Between an over-enthusiastic ghost-hunter and her own scepticism, can she get to the truth?

Available from –

EvernightPublishing

All Romance

Excerpt

Charlotte moaned again, mumbling something incoherent and probably rude. She sat up slowly, as if she was moving through tar. “Whassup? S’not time for school.”

            “There was a power cut,” I said in explanation. “We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

            “I’m fine,” she said irritably. “Just wanna sleep.”

            Esther fussed around her like a mother hen, fiddling with the duvet and muttering about hormones. I was about to tell the au pair to leave Charlotte be when the screaming started.

            I’m not ashamed to admit, I jumped. Esther did too, clutching at the bedpost for support. Charlotte just groaned “What the fuck?” and buried herself under her duvet. I wished I felt so apathetic. It was a woman’s scream, shrill and eerie, and once again I was plunged back into the shadows of Paris. I didn’t want Ayla’s night vision or sense of smell anymore; I just wanted Ayla.

            I sucked in a deep breath and reminded myself forcefully that there was no such thing as ghosts. “We should go find out what that is,” I said, impressed at how calm I sounded. Esther gripped my hand as we left Charlotte’s bedroom and I squeezed her fingers as I would Ayla’s, missing the warmth and reassurance of Ayla’s firm grip.

            Taiki was running down the hall when we came out, a torch in hand. “How amazing is this? Actual manifestation! I can’t wait to see the data!”

            I snatched the torch from him since he was waving it around like a lunatic. The beam wasn’t very bright, but I felt better with a light in my hand. The sound of clanking blended in with the screams now, like some old brass machine full of rusty gears. I gritted my teeth, hating the sound. “Where’s Joyce?” I asked Taiki.

            “In the kitchen. Where’s Charlotte?”

            “In her room, trying to sleep through this racket.” I shone the torch around the hall, not sure what I expected to see. My chest was tight with adrenaline, but the longer I stood here listening to the awful noise, the less nervous I felt. Noise was all it was. No slime dripping down the walls, no apparitions or flying objects. It was surprisingly anti-climactic and I just wanted it to stop. That meant finding out where it came from.

            Without waiting for the others, I ran down to the kitchen, calling Joyce’s name. She sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands. I touched her shoulder lightly and she jumped, slapping my hand away.

            “Shannon! Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I just…my nerves…I can’t take much more of this.”

            “Then let’s stop it,” I said. The noise wasn’t as loud down here, although I still had to raise my voice to be heard. “Let’s get the lights back on, okay? Where’s the circuit board?”

            “In the basement.”

            Of course it was. What horror film scenario was complete without a trip to the basement in the dark? “Right, show me the way then.”

About the Author

My first love as a writer is urban fantasy, quickly followed by werewolf myth and legend. The Urban Wolf series lets me combine the two and put my own spin on them – what more could a girl want? When I'm not writing, I'm probably creating my own perfumes, reading, watching wacky documentaries and/or drinking fancy tea.

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The Beginning - Witches of the Bayou #FreeRead

First, I would like to thank my hostess for having me as a guest today. I am thrilled to be here.

My newest read is free, courtesy of Evernight Publishing. This paranormal romance is based on a character from A Late Summer Bloom. It occurred to me, Cecily Jareau, needed her story told. Why was she so jaded? What caused her to hate her royal coven? Why did she want to walk away from her power and her witchhood?

Because her story comes to a satisfying conclusion in A Late Summer Bloom, I thought it would be fun to go back, just a little and tell the story of how it all began. After all, don’t we all love to fall in love? That no holds barred, can’t keep our hands to ourselves, butterflies in the belly kinda love?

Yeah, me too. My hope is you take the time to download and read, The Beginning-Witches Of The Bayou and love it as much as I loved writing it.

((HUGS))

Cherrie Mack

The Beginning

Witches Of The Bayou

Free Read

Cherrie Mack

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 5/27/14

Number of pages: 46

Word Count: 11k 

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Available now at Evernight 

Book Description:

A young and powerful witch of royal birthright longs to be human. When she meets a human man who gives her the love she’s never known, her decision to renounce her heritage is an easy one. But, not everything is what it seems.

This exciting, short story is a prequel to A Late Summer Bloom—Witches Of The Bayou.

Excerpt:

Cecily sat at Al’s House of Blue’s for the fifth night in a row. She sat in the same seat sipping the same drink and watching James play his trumpet. Having a date afterward had become a welcome routine. She was falling hard for the dashing, swoon-worthy musician and her libido had suddenly awakened from its life of hibernation. Wanting him on every level, not just physical, had her worried.

Did she dare to dream he felt the same way? He certainly gave off a territorial vibe when it came to her. And although being human was James’ advantage, it served as his drawback as well. The fact remained, she was a witch—a witch of royal status. The covens wouldn’t allow her to renounce her origins so easily.

She sighed. James hadn’t even kissed her yet and here she was thinking of a life outside the boundaries of magic.

“You look far away tonight. Everything okay?” James stood near, his aftershave soothing her anxiety.

“I’m fine.”

He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, taking her hands in his. “No. You were thinking about something that made you sad. I could see it in your eyes.”

“And that bothers you?”

“It bothers me a great deal.”

She stared at his mouth, licking her lips. “Why?” And why haven’t you kissed me?

Without warning, swift and certain, James leaned in and kissed her lips. The contact surprised her, making her pull back. But as she leaned away, he leaned forward, not allowing her to move out of his reach. His lips claimed her, branding her with a fiery passion she never experienced. The crowd was no longer a consequence as she returned his affection. Their tongues entwined in a blistering exchange sending a mass of intense impulses bolting through her blood. 

The velvety texture of his mouth was more than she could stand. His tongue, hot and slick, moved in a sinuous rhythm, owning her, imprinting his being within her heart. This wasn’t a kiss—this was a declaration. And Cecily wanted more of it. When he pulled away, she felt exposed, like a raw bundle of nerves left unprotected in the smoky atmosphere.

Applause could be heard from behind her, the audience clapping at their display. The glorious feeling disappeared quickly when Cecily recognized Brigitte standing at the back of the room. James leaned over to whisper in her ear. “After this set is over—I wanna do that again.”

She gave him a nervous smile. “Yes. I’d like that. But right now, I need to use the powder room.” She fanned herself, gave him a wink and rose up on wobbly legs. When she headed for the ladies room she saw Brigitte fall in step behind her. 

After they waited for it to clear out, Brigitte leveled a stern look at her. “A human man? Really?”

Cecily stood with her hands on her hips. “James. His name is James. And yes I want a human man because ultimately, I want to be human.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened as if Cecily had committed the worst of sins. “They are unworthy. Not just of a witch but—but you? You have aristocratic blood in your veins. You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m serious. Neither you, nor Percy and his band of blue-blooded bullies are gonna change my mind.”

Brigitte’s facial features relaxed. “We’ll just see about that.” Cecily panicked. She’d been living as a human for over a week, performing no spells, no magic. She washed dishes and clothes and floors. She purchased food at the market, she cooked. And she was comfortable doing all of it. Now, about to embark on a human relationship, so close to a physical, loving connection, an obstacle was thrown in her path.

Just like always. Her life was one big hurdle after another.  Happiness was a breath away and once again she was faced with a complication she never saw coming. That kiss should have been one of her happiest moments but was ruined by the mere presence of another of her kind. 

About the Author:

Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside. When she isn't writing, she is busy chasing her children around, laughing with her husband, struggling to learn meditation and hanging out with her best friend--a mutt named Bailey.

Over the last year, Cherrie has continued to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy and her latest, paranormal romance. Her ability to cross genre's fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn't settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.

A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.

#TantalizingTuesdays - Wet 'n' Wild

Every Tuesday a bunch of talented writers choose a picture that inspires them to write a 200 word teaser. Check them out here.

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Wet 'n' Wild

"Zach! I'm gonna be late for work." Hayley tried to dodge past the naked male body blocking her path. It was his fault she'd slept in, exhausted by last night's energetic bedroom gymnastics. Now, she had fifteen minutes to grab a quick shower and head for the bus.

"Five more minutes." He leaned in for another kiss. He tasted minty fresh and smelled of her zingy lime body wash. In hindsight, they could've saved time and water if she'd taken up his invitation to shower together. But this was exactly what she'd been afraid of…

She didn't protest as he opened her towel and pressed his hard body against hers. He was wet, warm, and clearly turned on by the thought of leading her astray. A shiver danced its way up her spine to make the hairs on her neck stand on end. "You're going to get me into trouble."

"Is your boss a bit of a tyrant, is he?" he grazed his teeth over her shoulder, teasing her skin into goosebumps.

"Something like that."

"Why don't I phone the office and tell them we've decided to work from home today?"

Sometimes being married to the CEO had its benefits.

#SexySnippets

After a time-out, I'm back with a #SexySnippet from my forthcoming release. 

First Floor: Cosmetics, is the second book in The Department Store series. I like to describe it as a cougar romance with heart :)

"You have me." Jonah knew what it was like not to have someone to turn to for basic human needs like love and comfort. Maggie gave it out in spades and received nothing in return.

She raised a delicate eyebrow. "As a friend?"

He could give her the answer she wanted, or the truth. He chose the truth.

"As anything you want me to be."

Available for pre-order from July 4th at TotallyBound

The Department Store: Four floors of steamy romance!

Book One is available now: All Romance, Amazon, TotallyBound

Don't forget to check out the rest of the #SexySnippets over at The Nuthouse Scribblers blog!

The Three Thieves and the Dom - Elyzabeth M. Valey

“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf?”

Remember that tune? How about this?

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

Sound familiar? It belongs to that old fairytale about 3 little pigs and a Big Bad Wolf that wanted to throw down their house.

Not scary right? But, what if the wolf was a man of flesh and bone determined to seduce your socks off and blow away your heart? What if instead of building houses you built defenses around your heart? What if the Wolf knocked on your door determined to find out what was within your soul and said this:

“I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

Would you open the door?

Blurb:

The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches' Mischief, 3)

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.
Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.
But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

Available at

Amazon.com || Amazon. Uk || Evernight Publishing ||  All Romance Ebooks || Bookstrand

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Excerpt:
“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”
“Yes, Master Conall.”
“Were you frightened then?”
She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”
Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.
“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”
Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted.  Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.
“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”
Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.
Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”
“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.
“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.
“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”
“No.”
Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.
 “Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”
He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.
Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.
“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”
Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.
 “Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Master Conall, please.”
“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.  
“I cannot.”
“Yes, you can.”
She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.
“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation.  “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.
“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.
“I cannot, I don’t—”
“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.
They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door. 

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Bound To The Bad Boy - Molly Ann Wishlade #NewRelease

Bound to the Bad Boy – Book Spotlight

Title: Bound to the Bad Boy

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Word Count: 41,250

Release date: April 30^th 2014

Thanks so much for agreeing to host me with my latest release Bound to the Bad Boy. The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?

There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.

In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.

Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.

Molly xxx

BLURB

A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

EXCERPT (18+)

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.

Matt didn’t move.

She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?

“Matt?”

“You have forgotten.”

She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?

Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.

“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”

She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.

She nodded, afraid to speak.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” her voice squeaked.

“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”

She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.

My name.

She jumped as she spotted it.

Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?

Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?

He lifted his arm.

“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.

“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”

“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?

He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.

He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.

“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”

She nodded. “Please, Master.”

“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.

She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.

She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.

The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

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