#SexySnippets

This week's #SexySnippet fun is taken from 'The Wolf on the Run', the second book in The Wild Irish Wolves series. Available soon from Total-E-Bound.

'With some attempt at dance moves, the boys swung their hips left, then right, and whipped their belts from their trousers. Rory even performed a twirl before snapping the leather taut between both hands. Naomi thought she would come there and then.

“I think he’s done this before,” she sighed.

The belt slithered to the floor, neglected as focus shifted to unzipping his fly. A little shimmy and all three dropped their kecks. Laughs and gasps accompanied the local talent standing in their trunks with their trousers round their ankles. 

With only a pair of black boxer briefs to preserve his modesty, would Rory actually do the full monty?' 

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

C.A Szarek - Collision Force #giveaway

Finally! It's here! I've been waiting to share this book with you for a while. It's the first in the Crossing Forces series by my friend Chrissy and currently on my bedside table. It's a fab read and Total-E-Bound are giving an amazing discount to readers for a limited time. Get your copy now!

Blurb:

Book one in the Crossing Forces series

Bad boy FBI agent and feisty widowed police detective collide pursuing a human trafficker in small town Texas on their way to true love.

Bad boy, married to his job FBI agent Cole Lucas always gets his man. So when the unthinkable happens and one gets away, Cole grits his teeth and hunts human trafficker Carlo Maldonado all the way to Antioch, Texas, where he collides with Detective Andi MacLaren.

Cole doesn’t do small towns and doesn’t get involved with women he works with, but Andi tempts him in ways he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Two murders, her partner shot and leading the investigation on her own, the last thing Andi needs is a cocky FBI agent who sees her as no more than a tagalong.

Widow and single mother Andi is used to being on her own. When Cole gets stuck without a place to stay, crashing on her couch puts them in dangerous territory.

Attraction and passion bring Andi to a place she’d left behind when her husband died. Her three-year-old son quickly wiggles his way into Cole’s heart, and he starts contemplating things—family, love—that he’d never planned for himself.

Can being forced to work together make them stronger or will their differences jeopardise their case and their hearts?

Excerpt:

“Goodnight, Cole.” Obviously, she didn’t want to talk to him about anything, let alone his overdue apology.

“So, that’s it? You’re not going to accept my apology?”

“Not tonight. I’m tired, and we have a long day tomorrow.” She turned to go.

“Andi, wait.” Why was he calling her back? He could respect that she was still upset with him—she had every right to be. He’d gone a bit overboard with some of the things he’d said.

Keeping Cass’ phone call from her had been unnecessary from the start. He hadn’t needed to carry it on in the car after they’d left the warehouse. It’d only served to get her so pissed off at him she’d barely uttered a word all day. So much for getting somewhere on the case.

Andi glanced over her shoulder and Cole grabbed her wrist. He yanked her into his arms and covered her mouth with his.

He hadn’t intended to kiss her but as her soft, warm lips caressed his, Cole couldn’t have changed his mind even if he’d wanted to. Her curves hit his chest with enough impact that should have jarred him back into his head, but he was lost and overheated immediately. He wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her harder.

She fought him, but his mouth was demanding over hers, and Andi opened for him, melting against him, surrendering to him. She slipped her arms around his neck and Cole bit back a groan. Her taste, sweeter than he’d imagined, was like ripe berries. He needed more.

Andi whimpered against his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. His cock stood at attention, straining against his zipper. He moaned as her body melded to his, breasts to chest, hips to hips. Cole had to have her.

As he walked them back towards the couch, she pushed hard against his chest, breaking the kiss and shoving him away from her. They both panted hard.

“Don’t…don’t ever do that…again,” she stammered, the gorgeous swell of her breasts lifting and pulling her shirt taut as her chest heaved. He could see peaked nipples. His erection throbbed and he struggled for coherent thought.

Cole dragged his gaze to her face. Blue eyes wide, cheeks rosy, freckles noticeable, her lips swollen from his. Though she’d been appealing before, how she stood before him now blew that out of the water. She was gorgeous.

He needed to say something. Anything. Apologise? He wasn’t sorry in the least. Speechless just about covered it.

She trembled and rubbed her arm. It took all he was made of not to pull her back to him and kiss her again.

There was no chance to answer. Andi turned on her heel and fled down the hall, slipping into the room farthest away from the living room. She didn’t even pause to look at him as she slammed the door.

He winced. What the hell should he make of what had happened? He stared down the hallway for a moment, his heart pounding. Never in his life, not even when he was a teenager, had one kiss stirred him to the point that Andi’s had. Then she’d run from him. His body shook with unfulfilled need.

Cole couldn’t blame her, really. No way should he have given in to the urge to kiss her. But he had the sinking suspicion he would have to do it again—and more. He wouldn’t be able not to. And hell, she’d kissed him back.

The voice of reason chided that he didn’t get involved with women he worked with, but his cock certainly disagreed. He ignored them both and dragged his hand over his face. The morning would bring complications.

Cole sighed and glanced at the couch. It looked comfortable, but would he be able to sleep?

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Author Bio

C.A Szarek

Author of fantasy, paranormal, romantic suspense and the occasional YA. Sword’s Call (King’s Riders Book One) AVAILABLE NOW from Gypsy Shadow Publishing! Collision Force (Crossing Forces Book One) releases July1, 2013 from Total-E-Bound Publishing!

C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice.
She works with kids when she’s not writing.
She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.

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Reaching the Edge - With L.M Somerton

Thanks so much for having me on the blog! I’m very excited about my new series of MM BDSM stories, Tales from The Edge, the first of which, Reaching the Edge is available now. I fell in love with Joe and Olly while I was writing about their trials and tribulations. I hope you do too.

                          

Book Blurb:

Joe Dexter leads a complicated life. In one world he is a consultant criminal psychologist; in another he runs The Edge, a successful corporate training company. He’s also an active Dom in the London BDSM scene.

A social call to The Underground, a club owned by an old friend, turns into much more when Joe is introduced to a prospective sub. Falling hard for the boy’s tumbling blonde curls, huge blue eyes and desperate need for protection Joe carefully coaxes him out of his shell. By the end of an intense weekend, unbreakable bonds have been forged and Joe is well on the way to becoming Olly’s master.

Joe knows that there is trauma in Olly’s past, but it is not until his professional and private lives collide that Joe discovers the truth. He knows he shouldn’t have let Olly out of his sight but it’s too late – Olly’s old master is back on the scene and he’s not in the mood to forgive and forget.

With Olly’s life on the line, Joe risks everything to save him. Has Joe found his perfect submissive only to lose him in a horrible twist of fate, or will love win the day? They’ve reached the edge and there’s no avoiding a leap of faith.

Excerpt:

Angel was slim, his body smooth and firm. The short leather kilt he wore sat low on his hips and emphasised the gentle curve of his arse. Joe judged that he must be around five feet ten. Apart from his spectacular eyes, his hair was his most remarkable feature—a tangle of unruly, loose golden curls that cascaded onto his neck and around his face. No wonder his nickname was Angel.

Joe knew that he must look intimidating and tried to move slowly. He reached out and tackled the buckle that held Angel’s kilt closed. Angel didn’t move, but there was obvious tension in his stance.

“It’s all right, I’m not going to hurt you.”

With the buckle undone, Joe allowed the scanty strip of leather to slip to the floor. The tiny net thong that held Angel’s dick was doing a very poor job of containing his burgeoning erection. Joe allowed himself one more circuit, drinking in the sight of a perfect arse, before he headed across to the cupboard and pulled out a big, fluffy robe.

He wanted to test Angel’s willingness to be naked in front of him, so he ordered him to remove the thong. There was no hesitation, but as Angel clasped his hands behind his back again Joe could detect the trembling he was trying to control. Angel’s cock bounced just a little, then settled into position, jutting firmly from his body. His chest was completely smooth and hairless, his cock and balls in perfect proportion to his body, nesting in delicate golden curls.

“Beautiful.” Joe handed over the robe with some regret. “Put this on, Angel, and take a seat.”

Angel looked at the robe in his hands as if it were a totally unfamiliar object. “I don’t understand, Sir.”

“It was a simple instruction. Do as you’re told.”

The firmness in Joe’s voice did the trick. Angel looked almost relieved at the tone of command. He slipped the robe on and wrapped it around himself, then took a seat on the sofa as far away from Joe as he could get, tucking his bare feet beneath him in an attempt to make himself as small as possible.

“Relax, Angel. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Big blue eyes glistened with tears. “Do I displease you, Sir?” His voice shook.

Joe gave a small smile. “Quite the opposite, I can assure you.”

© L M Somerton

Buy links:

You can buy Reaching the Edge today from Total-E-Bound for an amazing $1!! 

It’s also available on general release at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Café etc. just search for the title.

Author bio:

L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

Links

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I'm still here!

Just a little update to let you know I'm still around, just juggling the EDJ, writing, and family.

Now the summer hols are here, life is more hectic than usual with two teenagers who can't be in the same room without punching each other *sigh*

As far as the writing is concerned I'm waiting on three lots of edits, including Wolfie 2 and an exciting, sexy new series!

I'm taking a little time out to lounge in the sun for the next couple of weeks. Hopefully that will fully recharge my batteries and I'll be back with notebooks full of new ideas.

Enjoy the sun :)

jorja xx

When Characters Take Over...

When Characters take over.

Thank you Jorja for having me on your blog. I loved Wolf on the Hill soooo much and really am looking forward to book 2 in the series.

Thank you :) Wolfie2 is on its way...

My newest release out!!! So excited!

It is called Guardian Possession and is book two of a series that started with Guardian Awakening. I have tried to write it in such a way that you don't have to read book one – although I would be delighted if you did.

The third book in the series is still in the ether somewhere. I know what the story will be but have not drafted it as yet. It will focus on the brother of Royanne called Oryan – I better get a move on I suppose!

This book was meant to be all about Royanne with Zachriel being the love interest; however the character's had other ideas. It turned out that Zachriel had a deep, dark past which needed to be revealed and along with it release him from the ties that bound him.

I really haven't had that before…so I was scratching my head wondering what was going on. Often, I hear my writer friends talking about their character's leading the way and I have sat back wondering what that is all about. But for the first time I experienced it first hand – when Zachriel took over.

Don't get me wrong, we learn a lot about Royanne, the person she longs to be and her own issues. In a way they help each other to move forward.

Zachriel's story needed to be told and he kept pushing and prodding revealing little bits at a time until it was all out there. I hope the readers think it makes the story stronger – I think so.

                                                                                                      

I will leave you with the blurb and excerpt.

 

 

Blurb for Guardian Possession.

Royanne longs to be free of everyone's expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn between loathing him and wanting him.

Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.

Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel. She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth loving?

 

Ready for a little taste?

 

Fire met ice. She kissed him back with equal force, which surprised him. Does this Guardian actually want me? Her hands drifted to his hips, and he felt her grip tighten, and she brought him closer into her. Oh hell, she tastes so good. He let his tongue play with her mouth, then dart between those parted  sweet lips. Her mouth was wet and warm, just as he hoped her pussy would be when his cock entered her. He cupped her breast with one hand and found her nipple taut. Kissing down her neck, he lowered her strap down her shoulder to reveal a heavy breast waiting for him. He played with her nipples with his fingers before his mouth took over. He licked them all over, the tip of his tongue flicking backward and forward.

"Oh yes," she groaned.

Then he took her wet nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hips moved with every suck. Zach wondered how wet she was. He continued sucking but used one hand to lift her dress up and brought the other hand straight to her panties. He was delighted to find them getting damp. He pulled the seam aside, and he discovered she was smooth.

"Oh, so wet for me, Royanne," he said as he kissed down her stomach.

Her mind told him she wanted his mouth where his fingers played. He tore the scrap of material away and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He hungered for her, so he went to work with his mouth and tongue. Licking around her swollen lips, he sucked her clit before letting his tongue establish a rhythm. Royanne moaned and grabbed his head, pushing her hips farther into his face. The enemy tasted divine, sweet and musky. She was so close, he could read her fully now.

But no! Control was important now. He could not let her come here in this alleyway; he needed her alone to complete his mission. He stopped and got to his feet. Her eyes were dazed, and her mind was confused.

 

 

 

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Here is a little more about me.

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

 

I usually hang about here:

Website: http://michaelarhuaauthor.weebly.com/

Blog: http://www.michaelarhuaauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichaelaRhua

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/michaelarhua/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MichaelaRhua

 

Dirty Birdies Flock Hop #Giveaway

Who's Your Type?

Okay, okay, you know this is just an excuse for me to post nekkid pics of Joe Manganiello but I don't hear you complaining :)

There's a reason he's my go-to guy for hero inspiration. Tall, dark and handsome does it for me every time. It's difficult not to cast him as the lead in every one of my stories, especially when the latest involved a wolf shifter!

I made a conscious decision to make Caleb Jackson blond so he didn't look like a typical bad boy biker and True Blood sports quite a cast of eye candy. Apart from my personal favourite, Alcide Herveaux, there is our gorgeous Swede Alexander Skarsgard who plays Eric Northman. But, for my rebel wolf shifter I decided Ryan Kwanten had the look I was going for - cheeky/cute/sexy.

So my blond bombshell got his own book. And guess what? The Alpha of the Olcan Hills pack turned out to be tall, dark and handsome and naturally I had to tell his story too. I've just finished the second book of my series, The Wild Irish Wolves, and there will be lots more of this to come...

and this...

 

In the meantime I will leave you with an excerpt from The Wolf on the Hill.

 

Blurb

 



Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy,
moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Excerpt

Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom. When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call.

In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach. 

Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.

Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge.

She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!

The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit. Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase.

As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over. He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.

With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet. In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.

"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.

"If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase.

"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside.

"No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples.

"Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever.

Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking.

"No." With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.

He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.

Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement. She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it.

A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.

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The Art of Pleasure

Guest Ella Laurance

 

Isn’t it any woman’s fantasy to have a handsome man with more money than he could possible spend in several lifetimes fall in love with her? Well, it wasn’t one of Marie’s dreams. And yet, that’s exactly what happened to her. Trevor Dewey, billionaire, wanted her the very moment he saw her. Despite Marie’s doubts about the consequences of extreme wealth, she couldn’t help but see the true man behind the bank account.  

After ten years that love is still going strong…

 

Blurb:

Marie Dewey collects paintings and sexual experiences with different men, and her billionaire husband Trevor loves nothing more than to fulfil all her wishes…

Billionaire Trevor Dewey has two great talents—making money and loving his wife, Marie. Marie, in her turn, has two great loves—her husband and art. She's also a sexual freethinker who enjoys one-night stands with other men in the company of her own husband.

Trevor wants nothing more than to make his wife happy, so when she falls in lust with his personal assistant and best friend, Callum, and Callum returns her feelings, he decides to take both of them to his private island off the coast of Scotland for a weekend of sex. And both men will bring Marie to several unbelievable heights of pleasure during one weekend.

All three know this will be a one-time thing only before life returns to normal

 

Excerpt:

She walked through the exhibition rooms filled with works of Leyster, Modersohn-Becker, Kahlo, Morisot, Gentileschi, Kollwitz and many others, her hands accentuating the enthusiasm of her voice. If Trevor could have fallen in love with her even more, he would have done so. A pleasant tingling in his crotch reminded him of both the night that lay behind him and the one still to come. His wife had been insatiable, on fire, and he had done everything his body was capable of to satisfy her needs. When she had finally fallen asleep against his exhausted body, it had been with a happy smile on her face.

Marie turned her head around and smiled at him. “I can read your thoughts,” she sing-songed.

Trevor winked at her. “You’re a witch, woman, reading my mind like that.”

“Get a room, you two.” Callum waggled his eyebrows. He might not have known everything about them, but he came damn close. He had become their most trusted employee and one of their best friends, and most importantly of all, he had learned to steer expertly between those two roles. He never judged, but always spoke his mind when he thought it had to be spoken, and invariably for a good reason. Trevor had learnt from costly experience that the best he could do for himself was to ignore the vast majority of advice given to him, but when Callum talked, he listened.

The new painting hung on the wall between two other De Lempicka works, and Marie insisted both Trevor and Callum should come and admire it before the museum presented its latest acquisition to the public. Every time her husband bought a new painting for her, she was always so excited to share it with others. If there was one thing that allowed her to make peace with the fact that she was married to a billionaire, she had told Trevor, it was the opportunity to not only collecting as much art as she desired, but also building a museum so everyone could share in the joy of visual beauty. Almost everything in his life was about investment and revenue, about money making more money, but not this. This was for her, and the worth of it all lay not in dollars and pounds, but in the pleasure it gave Marie.

Look, everything around him said, look with your eyes and your heart and your mind. Simply look!

Marie stood in the middle, Trevor on her right and Callum on her left. She looked to her husband, then to his assistant and finally at the painting. Trevor couldn’t help but smile when he heard her deep, happy sigh before she said, “Thank you so much, the both of you.”

“It’s just a matter of putting more money on the table than everyone else,” Trevor said.

“I was only doing my job,” Callum said.

But Marie shook her head, “Money? Work? As if.” She turned towards Callum again, but right before she did, Trevor saw something in her eyes, if only for a fleeting second, that made him realise what would be the next gift to his wife. She wanted Callum. Or to be more precise, she wanted to have sex with him. 

 

The Art of Pleasure is on sale at:

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About the author:

The real life version of Ella Laurance was born and raised in Rotterdam and never really left. She studied (social) history and has done a small assortment of jobs and voluntary work. But writing has been the main theme through all of it.

She’s been with her wife since 1982, and together they have raised two sons. There are also cats. And books. Lots of books.

Ella Laurance also publishes as S. Dora and R.A. Padmos.

http://ellalaurance.wordpress.com/