M/M eBook Sale!

To celebrate GayRomLit retreat, my awesome publisher Total-E-Bound is having a one-week 20% OFF SALE on MM eBooks. Naturally I had to pimp Till Surrender, let you know now’s your time to grab it if you haven’t yet.

 

Till Surrender Blurb

The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray, so how long can Saint keep his distance and his secrets? How long Till Surrender?

 

Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.

Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.

 

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Join Evernight’s Birthday Hop!

 

What’s off-limits in your dating rule book? Better question, who is off-limits?

Your best friend’s ex? Your brother’s friend?

There’s a bunch of mixed emotions when it comes to setting up camp in your own back yard—as it were. We’d like to think we could do it, say no to wanting that person we know we shouldn’t have. That person that’s way off-limits.

We can’t go that route, else we risk losing more than we could gain.

Right.

Sure, that works if it’s simply for a one-nighter of slap and tickle. But what if it’s more? What if you find that someone, that special someone in your mother’s ex or your sister’s former flame?

What would you do?

In Far From the Usual, bad-boy Cameron is in love with his twin’s ex. He’s been in love with Arden from the moment he set eye on her, but she’s a no-no. Entirely out of his reach.

Or is she?

What happens if Arden feels what Cam feels? They can only keep their relationship a secret for so long and all hell will break loose when the truth comes out. Something tells me though, if they—and you—want it hard enough, if you—and they—fight dirty enough, things might work out.

 

 

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Join the EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING Birthday Blog Hop. I’m giving away copies of Far From the Usual and the other authors (more that 70) are also giving away awesome prizes. You can also win a Kindle, Amazon GC, Evernight swag and more. Start at my blog: http://avril-ashton.blogspot.com/2012/10/evernight-pub-bday-blog-hop.html

 

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FREE EBOOK ~ Interview with a Jewish Vampire

FREE TODAY (Sunday, August 26) AND TOMORROW (Monday, August 27) ON Amazon Kindle.

Interview with a Jewish Vampire by Erica Manfred

Description

The last thing zaftig middle-aged journalist, Rhoda Ginsburg, expected when she signed up for JDate was to fall in love with a vampire. But when she meets drop-dead gorgeous Sheldon, a Hasidic vampire, she falls hard. She rationalizes that he may not be alive, but at least he’s Jewish. She learns that back in the nineteenth century Sheldon was a rabbi who was turned into a vampire by Count Dracula, an anti-Semite who got his kicks from turning Orthodox Jews into vampires because then they’d have to drink blood, which isn’t kosher.

Soon after she meets Sheldon, she discovers her beloved mother, Fanny, is terminally ill, so she comes up with the crackpot idea of getting Sheldon to turn Fanny and her friends, known as “the goils,” into vampires. Once she becomes a vampire, Fanny tires of her boring life in Century Village, Florida, and, seeking thrills, she goes clubbing and disappears into the nightlife of South Beach in Miami. When Fanny and her goil posse “go rogue” and start preying on the young, Rhoda and Sheldon must track them down to keep them from killing again.

Interview with a Jewish Vampire turns vampire lore on its head, proving that not all vampires are young and beautiful and it IS possible to be
undead and kosher.

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How to Strip for Your Lover…and a G!veaway w/Kristal Baird

Welcome guest blogger, Kristal Baird to Wickedly Sexy Writers. Kristal is sharing an excerpt from her debut release with Xcite Books,  PA Exposé. To further entice us, Kristal will also instruct us on ‘How to Strip for Your Lover.’ Continue reading for a hot one and learn how to enter to win a copy of PA Exposé.

 

KRISTAL: To celebrate the debut release of my erotic romance, I am sharing the secrets for a sexy night in – How to Strip for your Lover. But first I’m delighted to share an excerpt of my full-length novel with you. I hope you love it and want to read the whole thing! Come and find me and tell me what you think.

Kristal x

 

 

Title:  PA Exposé

Author: Kristal Baird

Publisher: Xcite Books

Available from:

http://www.amazon.com/PA-Expose-submission-Romance-ebook/dp/B008LWR7AU/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342527976&sr=1-10&keywords=PA+Expose

http://www.amazon.co.uk/PA-Expose-submission-Romance-ebook/dp/B008LWR7AU/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/1265/7714/PA-Expose.html

 

Blurb:

Aspiring journalist, Cally Hammond, believes she is undercover to expose dominating company executive, Jake Stone. However, she has been duped by her real boss, into undergoing training to become sexually submissive. Jake is an enthusiastic master who exposes Cally to bondage, correction, and submission to his will. The shocking experience re-awakens a dormant side of Cally’s personality which Jake can’t help reacting to. But both have a mission to fulfil. Will they succeed, and what secrets will be exposed in the process?

 

Excerpt:

Cally’s smile grew sunnier now she had it all sorted out in her mind. No matter what unaware, innocent young woman Mr Stone might think he was getting, she would have everything under control.

She pushed through the double glass doors which whooshed briskly closed behind her and passed an unmanned reception desk. Jake Stone’s name was clearly outlined on a plaque on his door – he loved his gold plaques – so she knocked sharply and entered.

Sitting across the room, behind a huge mahogany desk, was a man. Not an older man, like Mathers. About mid-30s. Not an ugly man either. Rather gorgeous, actually. Her heart skipped a beat. And she was still only looking at the top of his head. Thick, dark hair, short, well groomed. He hadn’t even looked up yet.

She cleared her throat. ‘I did knock,’ she explained.

He failed to acknowledge her. Cally began to feel a little uncomfortable. She wanted to fill the silence that grew around her while he continued to read the papers in a folder on his desk. ‘Shall I wait outside?’

Her left her standing there feeling more and more awkward.

Cally tried to make the decision for him. ‘I can see you’re busy.’ Geez, the least he could do was say something. Anything.‘I’ll wait outside.’

She got to the door. Just as she opened it to leave, he spoke. ‘Shut the door.’

She presumed he meant behind her and tried to slip through the opening.

‘How dare you enter my office without permission?’ His tone was cool, modulated. Dangerous. Sexy as hell.

‘I’m sorry –’

‘I have not given you permission to speak.’

Cally was startled. She had never been addressed that way in her life. Even by Mathers. She wanted to tell him to drop dead, but the words hung on her lips.

He had the sexiest pair of deep brown eyes she had ever seen in her life, and they were looking straight through her. And she wanted the job. The other one. She knew what she had to do to get it.

‘Sorry,’ she repeated. Her heart pounded.

‘Let’s get the first lesson out of the way, Miss Hammond,’ he said, rising. ‘You speak when I say you can and not until then. Are we clear?’

She was just about to affirm verbally when his raised eyebrows, stopped her. She closed her open mouth.

‘Good.’ He rose and paced slowly toward her. ‘Learn to please me quickly. I expect no less from my personal assistant than that she pleases me.’

Cally swallowed down the lump that was building nervously in her throat, choking off her breathing, as he towered over her. The way he said pleases left her in no doubt as to what he was alluding. Sex. Everything about Jake Stone screamed sex. Hot, hard, and his way. No wonder his PAs didn’t last too long.

‘In everything,’ he added, cranking up the tension. Hers.

The tone of his last remark, no less than the remark itself, had Cally wishing she could bolt for the door. But he had circled around her like a seasoned predator and was standing between her and her only means of escape. She stepped into the room a little more to widen the gap between them.

‘Stand still!’ he commanded. ‘I have not given you permission to move.’

The sound reverberated in her ears, over and over. He left the remark hanging for at least a minute, in which Cally’s heart started to thump seriously now in her chest. Slow and heavy and deadly.

‘Lesson two,’ he announced. ‘You don’t speak without my permission and you will stand in one place all day, unless I give you my permission to move.’

Cally was as still as a bronze sculpture.

‘Is that clear?’ Each word was ground out, easy, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his hot breath waft the long, blonde hairs at her temple and shiver over her skin.

What was she to do? Answer him? Say nothing? Her head began to spin with the complexity of it. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

He waited, standing behind her, which increased her anxiety, as she wasn’t allowed to turn around to watch what he was doing. She could feel his eyes roaming all over her figure as if they were his hands and found herself warming in anticipation of the latter.

Gradually the silence, the unspoken control he wielded, ratcheted up the pressure in the room. Her lips were desert dry and she put out her tongue to lick them.

Suddenly he was standing before her. He was large. He loomed over her. She felt fragile, delicately feminine in a way she had never felt before around a man.

He rubbed a thumb roughly over her moistened lips, making her start. ‘You moved,’ he told her quietly. ‘And now you have made me angry.’

He didn’t seem to Cally to be any angrier than before, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She froze again.

‘I will be the one who decides if your lips are to be moistened,’ he continued.

A wild throbbing began between her thighs, with a pulsing that matched the steady, deep beat of her heart, in unexpected excitement at this game of control. Who knew?

‘Perhaps I might permit you to lick your lips. Or perhaps I would choose to lick them myself.’ Jake Stone leant in, without touching her anywhere else, and ran his tongue slowly over her swollen, sensitised skin.

Cally found herself shudder with the shock. He had invaded her personal space. He had touched her. Licked her. She was stunned by experiencing a feeling of growing need. A need to press her tingling lips tightly back to his. A need to put her hands between her thighs, to relieve the tension building there.

‘If you are to be acceptable as my PA, then you must learn that your body belongs to me. You don’t touch it unless I instruct you to.’

It was as if he could read her mind. Knew the cravings that were building inside her. Or perhaps he could see the minute little twitching movements she could not prevent her hips from making, in order to ease the sexual demands of her own body.

‘Take off your pantyhose,’ he whispered softly, making her flinch. ‘I do not permit my PA to wear such unattractive garments. If I employ you as my PA, you will wear stockings or keep your legs bare. I will tell you when each is required.’

Cally’s eyes widened. Was she going to do as he demanded? She would not be able to remove them without pulling her tight skirt up to her waist. She hesitated.

‘Not good enough,’ he informed her. His hands reached round her waist and briskly snapped open the button, drawing the zip downwards. He yanked her skirt down and let it drop in a pool around her feet. ‘When I tell you to do something,’ he ground out, ‘I don’t mean think about it, I mean do it. Straight away. Do you think you have a choice in the matter?’

Already she knew she wasn’t expected to answer him. He had yet to give her permission to speak. She felt foolish standing before him in a blouse, panties, pantyhose. And stilettos. And it wasn’t those that had her all off-balance.

Jake had stepped back, settling his hip on the desk as if to get a better view, while she complied. His body language told her he expected no refusal. Yet she could refuse, she told herself. She didn’t need his stinking job. She could go back and tell her real boss that Jake Stone was a jerk, impossible to work for. She would have to prove herself capable of being a good reporter, some other way. With Mathers.

Cally took a steadying breath. He couldn’t berate her for breathing. She wasn’t prepared to throw in the towel quite so soon. She was made of sterner stuff than that. In fact, she didn’t want to have to go skulking back, to tell Mathers she wasn’t quite up to the rigours of investigative journalism and have him say “I told you so”, while he stroked her bottom sympathetically. She shuddered at the thought.

Her fingers were already in the waistband of her pantyhose. She eased them off her hips and down, revealing skimpy, white, lacy underwear. She wished she’d put on less revealing lingerie that morning.

 

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How to Strip for your Lover

• ·         Remember: You are not distant and untouchable but a flesh and blood woman, whom they care for and love. Don’t warn them in advance, just set it up and TAKE THEM by surprise. It will BLOW THEIR MIND! Try it for a special date or just to show them you love them.
• ·         You must choose the right music: slow in pace and seductive. Practice swaying and turning to the tempo, to see if it suits you. The slower you remove your clothes, the more of a turn-on your lover will find it. He WANTS to be made to wait.
• ·         The clothes you choose are important too. The outside layer should show you have made an effort so go for a sexy dress or even a business skirt-suit. And DEFINITELY high heels! Lingerie should be sexy but not make you feel uncomfortable. Sexy stockings are a must though. He LOVES them!
• ·         Create the right mood. Suggest sharing a bottle of wine before you begin. Dim the lights but remember he WANTS to see you. Plenty of candles dotted about would be perfect. Make sure the TV is off!

Now for the MOVES:

• ·         Tie your hair up then release it if it’s long. Run your fingers through it or swirl it around you. He will imagine doing the same.
• ·         Keep swaying and grooving to the sounds. Undo a few buttons slowly. Don’t rush this bit. A glimpse of lingerie which is covered up again is very teasing to him. Take items off slowly, run them across your body or swirl them slowly about you, before dropping them to the floor. Better still, drape warm garments over your lover.
• ·         Turn around. Your lover likes your BACK VIEW as much as your front! Give him a sneaky peek beneath your skirt before you remove it. When he sees those stocking tops and garters, he will go CRAZY! Be alluring and sexy. Smile seductively and lick your lips or suckle your fingertips suggestively but resist the temptation to laugh hysterically!
• ·         Groove in your lingerie before you remove it. He loves to see you wearing it almost as much as he loves to see you without it. Tease him with a sexy lap dance – straddle him and writhe.
• ·         You don’t have to remove EVERYTHING. You decide. By now you will have worked out the rest between you!                        
• ·         HAVE SEXY FUN!

 

Want to win a copy of PA Expose? Tell me in the comments and while you’re there, Av wants to know…ever tried a lil strip tease for your Significant Other? I may have a time or two…or ten Leave your emails please. Open internationally. One randomly picked person will win an ecopy of PA Expose.

 

Many thanks to Kristal Baird for the oh so informative post today.

Up for some (Till) Surrender?

I’ve been waiting for this forever and it’s here!

Well. Not here here but still.

Till Surrender, my Paranormal/fantasy MM mash-up, is slowly making its way onto third party shelves after being sold exclusively by the publisher for the past three months.

So

For those of you who must get your books from Amazon or AllRomance, your time has come.

Still debating if you should buy? No worries, I’m always up for a test drive. The first chapter of all my books are available for your reading pleasure off my website. Read it and I hope you like it enough to buy it.

A taste is below…

 

The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray.

 

Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.

Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.

 

Five and a half hours later, Saint still hadn’t got any sleep, but he’d managed to rub a nut off in the shower. Not quite the same as a warm, wet mouth swallowing him, but he could hold on—barely, till he found a willing partner.

As the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, he stretched his legs out on the seat in front of him and read through the folder Remi had given him. He grinned when he saw his name remained the same. He didn’t technically exist, so they’d given him a brand new, and very violent background. Not too dissimilar from his real life, but the fake Takayo St John was all about honour and morality. Fighting for the greater good.

Ugh. Saint wanted to hurl. He already hated the new him. It was the perfect bait, though, to reel in the humans intent on making a move on the Council. He flipped back to the pages about his target.

Nathan Valte.

Tall and lean, the fair-headed former professor of literature looked older than his thirty-eight years. He’d turned activist against all Para citizens after his wife and child were killed by leopard shifters.

Literally torn apart.

Saint winced at the gruesome pictures. Since his loss, the professor had become outspoken about his hatred for Paras, amassing a pretty considerable following. Before now, no one in the paranormal community had taken him seriously, deeming him harmless and grieving. Something had definitely changed. What though? That info wasn’t in the file, but several attempts had been made on Valte’s life. The man was in desperate need of a bodyguard, and who better to fill the role but fake Saint?

He’d be embedded with Nathan at his Texas compound until Remi gave him the go-ahead to off the professor. Saint didn’t do up close and personal, though there was a first time for everything. As a half-breed—part Para, part human—no one would have an idea a Para was in their midst unless Saint wanted them to. Unlike full-blooded Paras, he could pass for human any day of the week.

He paused at a photo of Nathan Valte with a younger man by his side. The other man’s face was averted, his attention off camera, but he’d been graced with the same light colouring, slight build and fair hair as the professor. If Remi’s info was anything to go by, this would be the professor’s baby brother, ten years younger, Ryken.

Saint stared at the younger Valte, wishing he could see his face clearly. A sense of familiarity flooded him as he practically willed the man to turn around, look into the camera. Stupid. Did he know Ryken Valte? Should he? His gut told him yes. Saint caressed the man’s face in the photo and the tattoos on his chest, arm and back came alive—writhing, burning his skin with each stroke of his finger.

“Fuck.” Sweat popped out on Saint’s brow. He flung the folder across the plane’s cabin and staggered to his feet. What the hell?

 

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Off the Shelf – An Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse – is FREE on Amazon!

Yes, you heard right! My erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, is FREE on Amazon for a limited time.

From 11^th – 15^th July ONLY, you will be able to download this hot erotic romance to your Kindle without spending a penny.

Already convinced? Grab it here:

Amazon UK
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Need more convincing? Here’s more about the book:

At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

And a saucy excerpt to get you going…

Pushing the ‘on’ button, Annalise moved the vibrator down between her parted legs and eased it inside her eager pussy. As the ears of the Rampant Rabbit slid into position on her clit, she groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, desperate to get more delicious friction. Then she pressed another button on the toy’s control panel to ramp up the power another notch. As much as she’d prefer a slower build-up to her orgasm, she just didn’t have the time. She had to leave for the airport in a couple of hours, and she hadn’t even packed her case. A quick knee-trembler would have to suffice.

As the vibrator buzzed away between her thighs, Annalise closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. After a brief flirtation with the thought that she’d much prefer a hot man between her legs bringing her to orgasm, Annalise simply enjoyed the feeling of her impending climax. The busily-vibrating bunny ears pressed tightly against her sensitive flesh soon had her pussy fluttering. Then, without warning, Annalise was quickly yanked onto her pleasure plateau and immediately pushed off, leaving her writhing and shouting on the bed as a powerful orgasm overtook her body.

Annalise arched her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and her cunt clenched and grabbed at the toy buried deep inside. Her swollen clit throbbed, quickly becoming too sensitive for the unrelenting stimulation from the vibrator. Switching it off and pulling out, Annalise dropped the toy onto the mattress by her side and gave a satisfied moan as she rode out the remainder of her climax. Finally, when the twitches and spasms had abated and her heart rate and breathing were almost back to normal, Annalise grabbed the Rabbit and rolled across to the side of her bed where the toy box was kept. She made short but thorough work of cleaning it, then reluctantly put it in its case, popped it into the small bedside cupboard and shut the door.

Annalise hated leaving her favourite toy behind when she went away, but she just wasn’t brave enough to take it with her. She usually only took carry-on luggage, and the very thought of the distinctive shape of the Rampant Rabbit popping up on the screen of the airport scanners made her shudder. It would be bad enough for the staff to see it on their monitors, knowing what it was and giving her knowing looks; imagine what would happen if they decided to check inside her bags! She would want to curl up and die of embarrassment, she just knew it.

No, it was much better off staying here. She could make do with her right hand for a few days. Even better, she might even meet someone. Annalise smiled. She’d had some pretty steamy encounters on her travels. The desk clerk in Dubai, the gym manager in Turkey, the waiter in Corfu…

Annalise shook herself. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander down that path and get herself all worked up. She had to go and get ready now. There’d be plenty of time for daydreaming later, when she was in long and boring queues, and on the flight.

So go on, what are you waiting for? Bag your copy quick, while it’s FREE! And if you like it, be sure to leave a review for others to read.

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CBLS VBT Barrage: Accidental SEAL by Sharon Hamilton

Today WSW welcomes Sharon Hamilton and her awesome new read, Accidental SEAL.

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Title: Accidental SEAL

Author: Sharon Hamilton

Publisher: Self

Length: 100,000 words

Genres: Contemporary Erotic Navy SEAL/Military Romance

 

Available at:

Amazon

Blurb:

Christy Nelson embarks on her new career in Real Estate by holding her first open house. Entering the wrong house, by accident, she finds the nude sleeping body of a young man.

Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne, on a mission to find his AWOL Team buddy, is staying at his buddy’s home while investigating the disappearance.  When someone breaks in, he takes protective measures. He doesn’t expect to find that a beautiful young woman is responsible for his teammate’s abduction.

What starts out as a meeting by accident becomes a hot affair neither one is ready for. Kyle is conflicted about getting Christy involved in his mission, but his hand is forced when he learns the same San Diego gang responsible for his teammate’s abduction has kidnapped her.

Battling a cadre of dirty law enforcements hell-bent on getting military equipment, especially state-of-the-art firepower, Kyle is forced to admit that he would die to protect her.

Excerpt:

Christy’s red Honda looked like a wet cherry lollipop, shined and polished to perfection. Cute and shiny on the outside, but hot and sweltering on the inside. Sitting in the cramped front seat, she stopped and squinted to make out house numbers, comparing them to the address Wayne had minutely scribbled on the back of his business card. Then she found it.

The house appeared nicer than he’d described. The advertised price, he said, was the lowest in the neighborhood, going back ten years. Hopefully she’d pick up a young couple out looking for their first home, complete with good credit and a wad of cash from Mommy and Daddy. Wouldn’t it be great to make a sale on her very first day on the job?

She parked in the driveway, popped the trunk, and brought out three sandwich signs with the Patterson Realty logo, on loan from Wayne. He was out with his family today. She hoped the Somervilles didn’t stop by since she’d feel uncomfortable looking into the eyes of Wayne’s wife, a woman he probably cheated on and would again, if he got the chance. One of Christy’s other rules: no married men. She wasn’t about to change that, either.

A perfumed late spring breeze blew softly against her face and neck, sending a thrill up her spine. The air ripened with possibility. This was her favorite time of year.

The walkway looked freshly swept. After placing one sign in the front yard, she stacked the other two beside the front door and inserted Wayne’s key. While the lock accepted the new shiny silver metal, the tumblers stayed in place, frozen.

Way to go Wayne. Waste my time and give me the wrong key!

Irritation bubbled, ruining her cheerful, spring-induced mood. She yanked on the front handle and pushed against it out of frustration. It opened.

“Anybody home?” Her voice wavered like that of a small child. She waited. No answer.

Christy stepped inside, onto a striped cotton rug lying cockeyed behind the front door. The smell of fried food hit her. She walked across the wooden floor of the living room, her stilettos clacking. She cracked open a window. Air scented by fresh blossoms poured in, diluting the smells of ordinary life. She grabbed the newspaper tossed on top of an ottoman and folded the crinkling pages under her arm, aiming for the kitchen to find a trashcan. She passed the dining room table, which was strewn with a map of the area, a couple of felt-tipped pens, and a letter-sized yellow lined tablet. She collected these items as well and made her way to the kitchen.

Christy threw the tablet and newspaper onto the tiled countertop and placed her hands on her hips to assess the scene before her. She squinted at several days’ worth of dishes piled high in the sink. Next to it, a large stainless steel bowl sat encrusted with dark green and purple leaves at the bottom, evidence of a salad—several days old.

Maybe Wayne had neglected to tell the sellers about the open house. She decided it was entirely possible. “How can you expect to sell a house this way?” she muttered, then sighed and removed her jacket, slinging it over the back of a clean-looking kitchen chair. She decided to take a tour of the place, checking for other things to clean or straighten before she’d be ready to hold it open.

But this house was such a mess, an uneasy darkness chilled her. She tiptoed down the carpeted hallway, feeling like an intruder, past empty rooms, to a closed door at the end.

Probably the master bedroom.

Something about the whole scene was strange. These people left without cleaning up dinner from several days before, in a hurry. She’d been told short sale houses rarely showed pride of ownership, but this felt absolutely creepy, like she’d stepped on someone’s grave. The hair at the back of her neck bristled as she gripped the doorknob. She lightly tapped with her other hand, and then opened the door.

A naked body lay on the bed.

Holy crap.

Hesitant to look at first, she pushed through her fear. She saw movement. Tanned skin, a muscular male chest that rose and fell. Earphones were wired to a phone balanced on his open palm. The man was very much alive, and healthy. Her eyes drifted further down to a dusting of dark brown hair that led to an impossible-to-miss erection. His penis stood at attention, like a deep rose-colored light standard under a matching fireman’s hat of deeper pink.

Blood pumped to her ears, making them ring, as her heart raced. A wave of anger coursed over her at the realization she had been the victim of a very sick joke perpetrated by Wayne and one of his disgusting friends.

Christy silently closed the door and tiptoed back down the carpeted hallway, her three-inch heels wobbling on the thick, padded surface. Her knees knocked against each other as she picked up speed, her anger building. She grabbed her jacket, keys, and purse, and crossed the living room, headed toward the front door. She was almost free.

Christy wouldn’t give the prankster the satisfaction of knowing she had even seen him. She wanted to stomp her foot and kick something through the window. This was Wayne’s doing.

That sonofabitch and his lopsided plugs will pay for this.

She pulled the door handle and was rewarded by the smells of a warm spring day bleeding through the inch-wide crack she’d created. An enormous hand and forearm came from behind her and slammed the door shut. She saw a familiar blue-green tattoo of some animal tracks on his muscled forearm just before his other hand gripped her mouth. Callused fingers pinched the sides of her cheeks. The grip hurt.

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About the Author:

Sharon Hamilton loves all things paranormal: Angels, Dark Angels, Watchers, Guardians, Upogenie and Vampires. She also has developed a series of hot romantic suspense Navy SEAL stories. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love—not exactly what they taught you in Sunday School!

Sharon is represented by agent Jill Marsal, and has finaled in several erotic, contemporary,  paranormal and single title contests over the past three years. She regularly participates in four RWA and California Writer chapters, and two blogs.

An avid organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country in Northern California, where most of her stories take place.

Website: http://www.sharonhamiltonauthor.com/

Blog: http://sharonhamiltonauthor.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSharonHamilton

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/#!/sharonlhamilton

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CBLS Promotions VBT ~ Interview with Amy Gregory

Welcome Amy Gregory to our wicked world of sexy writers.

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WSW: Welcome and please introduce yourself to our readers not familiar with your books.

Hi all, my name is Amy Gregory.  My debut contemporary romance novel just debuted from Sapphire Star Publishing.  Racing to Love is a four book series, Carter’s Treasure is the first to hit the shelves.

 

WSW: Have you always wanted to be an author? When did you have that ah-ha! moment?

Actually, I’ve always wanted to do something, I just never knew what that something was.  About a year ago, I had a recurring dream.  I started writing it down and here I am a year later.

 

WSW: If you weren’t writing romance novels, what would you be doing?

Now that I have found this wonderful new career I can’t think of anything else that would come close to making me this happy.

 

WSW: If given the choice, would you write non-fiction? If yes, what would the topic be?

No.  I know that I have to stay in the fictional, contemporary romance genre.

 

WSW: How has your journey been so far in the world of E-publishing?

I was lucky enough to sign with a small press who is very hands-on.  They have been instrumental in helping make my dreams come true.

 

WSW: I can’t settle down to write without an iced caramel latte and music. What about you? Any weird writing quirks?    

I love to write really early in the morning, so of course coffee is a must.  But unlike a lot of people, I have to have it very quiet to write.

 

WSW: Tell us about writing your latest release, Racing to Love. Where did the inspiration come from?

The world of motocross is very dear to us as a family.  We’ve always enjoyed going to watch the pro races, and now our son races so we spend a fair amount of time trackside.

 

WSW: What was it about this story and its characters that you had to write it?

This premise is fairly unique, and mixed with my attitude, it was driving me crazy to get out on paper fast enough.

 

WSW: What would you say was the hardest and easiest parts of writing Racing to Love?

I don’t like suspense at all, but I know you have to have some conflict to move the story along.  That was hard for me, but I did it.  The easiest, well, that’s a toss-up between the sassy dialogue and the sex scenes!

 

WSW: When was the last time any of your characters made you blush?

The last sex scene in Carter’s Treasure is one I’m quite proud of.  It had its “cheeky smile” moments.

 

WSW: What’s the last book that made you cry?

Book three in this series, Eli’s Honor…wow, um…yeah.  It got me—every read through.

 

WSW: What do you hope readers take away from your stories?

That even when you try to plan things out, life works out the way it is supposed to.

 

WSW: What’s your favorite place in your entire house to write?

My office, I have all my necessities close at hand…although it’s a long walk to the coffee maker.

 

WSW: What does sexy mean to you?

I’ll be honest, it’s both physical and mental.  Hot guys are a must for a great book, but funny, smart, confident, strong, considerate and loving have their part to play also.

 

WSW: Do you come with any warning labels?

Ah…yeah.  My sex scenes I would say skate the lines a bit, but I like it hot.  That is on top of my snarky and smart-mouth sense of humor.

 

WSW: And finally, tell readers what other works you’ve got in store for us this year.

Well, this is a series, book two – Jesse’s Soul will release 1/13.  Book three – Eli’s Honor will release next summer.  Book four – Alex’s Destiny will follow at the end of 2013.  The boys will be the focus as they each find love when they least expect it.

 

Thanks so much for having me!!!

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Title: Racing to Love (Book One, Carter’s Treasure)

Author: Amy Gregory

Publisher: Sapphire Star Publishing

Length: 79,000 words

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Subgenres: Comedy, Drama

 

Available at:

Amazon (Paperback) | Amazon (Kindle Edition) | Barnes & Noble

Blurb:

From the outside, Molly West had everything, beauty, brains, and a career she’d retired from not once, but twice.  Being in the limelight and in a sport that was male driven, she was often surrounded men.  She ignored first the boys, and as she got older, the men.  Unfortunately, they were all the same, all after one thing, and she had absolutely no use for them.  Her cold shoulder and patented not a chance in hell look were usually enough to get her point across.  Occasionally, she had to resort to her sass—and her brother.

Molly had no plans in changing what was a perfectly good system. That is until she walked into the pits.  When she stood toe-to-toe with the sex in jeans, she knew right then and there that the man her adoptive mother always told her was out there, was now standing right in front of her.

Carter Sterling had traveled the racing circuit since he was a boy.  He’d heard all the old standbys, <i>She’s out there somewhere, love comes along when you least expect it.  Good things come to those that…</i> Yeah, he’d heard them all.  The last place he expected to meet the love of his life was on a pro track.  All she did was smile, and he knew, looking into her sapphire blue eyes, Molly West was his.  Forever.

If it was only that easy.  From the moment he laid eyes on her, he had a gripping feeling in him.  An overwhelming need to protect her.  A girl he’d just met.  Carter had learned a long time ago that gut feelings are almost never wrong.

Molly now held his heart in her hands, but it was going to take a lot more than just love to protect her from the past she thought she’d buried a long time ago.

Excerpt:

They continued to walk back toward the pits, but he stopped when they were in the darkened hallway, just before they would have rounded the corner and been seen.

Molly’s heart sped.

He was still holding her hand, but turned to face her as he placed his other hand on her waist. She sucked in a breath when he stepped forward. Her first instinct was to be anxious, to cower back, but something in those ice blue eyes told her she didn’t have to be afraid.

When he had leaned in to kiss her when they were sitting on the track, she’d panicked. And then when he had started to move away, she’d panicked again—for a different reason entirely.

Those flip-flopping emotions were about to drive her crazy.

Now, in the dimmed corridor, Molly closed her eyes to catch her breath and to search for a decision. He’d been rubbing his thumb on her waist, but his movements stopped when her eyes dropped closed. The soothing strokes didn’t continue until she finally reopened her eyes and dragged her attention up his chest and past his Adam’s apple. She continued up until she locked her gaze with his. When she offered him a hesitant smile, he began stroking her again with a warm smile on his lips.

Staring down at her, he let go of her hand and skimmed the back of his over her cheek. She felt her heart thundering, her pulse racing when she ran her hands up his chest, feeling each and every rippled muscle. She’d never purposely touched a man like this before. Sure, she’d felt Brody’s muscles when she’d smacked him for one reason or another. Or when trying to push him off of her after he’d wrestled her to the ground being an ornery brother and all. But this? This was foreign.

Her eyes were back on her own fingers, taking everything in. She stopped at his heart and could feel it pounding hard beneath the soft cotton t-shirt.

“Just so you know…” he started in his slow, sexy voice.

She could tell he was waiting for eye contact again before continuing. “Yeah?” she whispered.

“I’m going to fall in love with you.”

About the Author:

Amy Gregory leads an incredibly active lifestyle in Kansas City with her husband and their three fantastic kids who keep them running in three very different directions.  When she’s not rushing her oldest daughter to tumbling, her youngest daughter to music lessons, or sitting track-side watching her son practice motocross, she’s taking the few minutes in between to scribble the next pages in her Racing to Love series.

When asked, “When do you have time to write?” Amy Gregory giggles.  “In bits and pieces,” she says.

Amy is known for her snarky, off the cuff sense of humor, which you’ll find shining through in the characters she’s created.  Her debut novel, Racing to Love, Carter’s Treasure, is set for release June 7, 2012.

I’ve spent my whole life trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, and now I’ve finally found it. – Amy Gregory

 

Visit Amy at http://www.amygregory548.blogspot.com

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Welcome Randi Alexander and Goodies

Hey guys! Please welcome the talented Randi Alexander as she takes the reins for the day. What effect does writing the hot stuff really have on us authors? I’ll let Randi answer.

Take it away, Randi!

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New Release, Contest, and Book Giveaway!

Thank you to Avril and all the Wickedly Sexy Writers. It’s a pleasure to be a guest on your blog. I’m Randi Alexander and I write cowboy erotic romance. I’m published with The Wild Rose Press’ Cowboy Kink line. My second Cowboy Kink, Her Cowboy Stud, was released March 23.

Are authors of sexy romance inherently sexy themselves? I have to believe they are. To write a scorching hot love scene, you have to be present in the moment, a participant as the character whose point of view you are in.

I’ve heard authors say they write sex scenes and hate it. Do they really feel nothing when describing where his tongue is, where she just nipped at him, or how it feels when he slides himself inside her?

When I write the hot stuff, I’m squirming in my chair. For hours! One love scene can take a reader five minutes to get through, but that same scene takes me ninety minutes to write. Imagine how titillating that is, going slow motion through a truly intense sex scene, choreographing every touch, taste, smell, channeling each emotion and every physical reaction.

Usually, about three-fourths of the way through, I have to take a break. I find my husband (he’s become well attuned to what that look in my eye means!) Or, if he’s not home, I pull out the little locked box from under my bed.

I know I’m oversharing, but I wanted to explain how intensely a writer feels about their love scenes. How writing them can – and should – be a moving, shaking, wickedly sexy experience. And how authors allow themselves to become this absorbed into the story in order to make reading the book a sensual, sensuous experience.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. If you’re an author, do you absolutely love writing the sexy scenes? If you’re a reader, can you tell the difference between sex scenes written by an author who’s deep into the moment, and an author who writes them but doesn’t enjoy it? Leave a comment for your chance to win an ecopy of Cowboy Bad Boys.

Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.

Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?

EXCERPT:

Trace surprised himself by growing hard so soon after Macy’s fantastic blow job. Staring down into Macy’s eyes, he positioned his body to fit perfectly on top of hers. He finally had her in his bed. When Macy wiggled her hips, rolling his cock between their bellies while purring like a contented kitten, he knew he’d never have enough of her.

“You can practice on me as much as you want.” He kissed her, a brush of lips that changed into a sweetly desperate, wordless communication of the thoughts he couldn’t voice. He’d never felt anything like what she’d just done. He’d never come so hard or so fast in a woman’s mouth before. He’d never trusted enough to let go completely. Never before…Macy.

Everything she did, everything she said reinforced his gut feeling about her. Added to that, Silas had the intuition of a mind reader when it came to dealing with people. If the old man liked her—enough to plan this elaborate introduction—well, that carried a lot of weight. Why Trace had ignored his intuition and gone with his suspicious paranoia, he’d never know. It had all seemed a little too good to be true. Shit. He’d almost lost her.

He expressed his emotions with his kiss, with his lips, tongue, and teeth, nipping her lip, groaning as she bit at his. What started as gentle quickly became primal. Raw. He wanted more. Now. His hard cock, sandwiched between them, needed to be deep inside this perfect woman.

Under him, her body writhed sensually, a dance choreographed to drive him wild. Against her lips, he said, “I want to make love to you.”

Her breathing hitched and she looked into his eyes, first astonishment, then hope glowed in her pretty blue eyes and she whispered, “Love me, Trace.”

He did. Something about her, everything about her, made him hunger. Physically and emotionally. It was like nothing he’d experienced.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. One of the box of twelve he’d purchased yesterday. After opening it with his teeth, he rolled it onto his cock with one hand. She spread her legs. As they watched each other, the word “love” still hanging heavily in the air between them, he found her opening with his rod and slowly slid home.

Her eyes rolled back for a second as a sweet cry left her mouth.

He let out a low rumble as his shaft absorbed her heat, settled deliciously in her tight wetness, the walls of her core tightening around him.

Their eyes locked again. Desperately he wanted to suckle at her nipples, lick the tender spot under her ear, and bite her lobe, but he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to break the powerful contact.

He arched his back and slid nearly out of her then back in. Her exquisitely small, slick pussy seared him as he buried himself deep.

Macy’s hands slid to the back of his neck, her fingers running through his hair, across his shoulders, and down his biceps, repeating the trip until suddenly her hands gripped his shoulders. Her face and neck grew pink as her passion raced higher. When she arched her back, he angled his hips, letting his pubic bone rub her clit, his hair providing rough stimulation as he slowly made love to her.

Love. The word kept ricocheting through his mind and he worked to deflect it. Too soon, too much. She was beautiful, sexy in a way he’d never known a woman could be, uninhibited and seductive. She could be his. His woman. The intense realization had him pumping his cock in deeper, faster with each stroke.

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To celebrate the release of Her Cowboy Stud, I’m giving away, to one lucky *commenter, an e-copy of my new erotic romance short story anthology, Cowboy Bad Boys. Just leave a comment today and we’ll choose a winner tomorrow. *Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.

I’m also giving away a custom-made messenger bag and a $50 gift certificate to Pureromance to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com  And while you’re there, you can read the first chapter of Her Cowboy Stud.

Good luck, and thank you!

Randi

“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Are You Down with the Man Love?

I had a release yesterday. A milestone one, too. My first solo M/M story.

Say wha?

Yes, Av is down with the manlove. Of course, if you follow me on Twitter and Facebook, or have browsed my website for half a second, you already know this. I’m a fan of the manlove. Yep. Now, too, I’m officially a writer of the manlove.

Have you begun counting the amount of times I used manlove yet?

You should.

So, Make Me Burn is here. And one day after release it’s an ARe bestseller. Kisses to the readers.

I had a hell of a time with this story. Rewrote the first few chapter a zillion times. That bastard just wasn’t working right. Wes and Jayce, for readers who’ve read Make Me Sweat, met only once. How do I then translate that intense heat they had to a complete story?

Hard < pun intended> But I was all up and through their business. They took their sweet time in opening up, showing me their vulnerabilities, and let’s not even mention all that nekkid buttsecks.

All right, fine. I’ll mention it. Briefly. To say, ezz gud!

Maybe you want to see where it all began with Wes and Jayce. Make Me Sweat is that book and it’s available where you buy your ebooks so g’head and snatch that. Or come here to my website where you get to sample Chapter One for freeee.

SN: The first chapter of all my books are available on my website for your perusing pleasure ;D Also for your perusing pleasure is the awesome cover, blurb, and an exclusive excerpt from Make Me Burn.

It’s been months since Wes Dumont laid eyes on Jayce Santana. Since Jayce kissed him and then left town without a word. Wes tried hard to put the tattered pieces of his heart back together, but another failed relationship makes it clear he’s nowhere near over Jayce. Now Jayce is back, once again tilting Wes’ world on its axis and setting his blood boiling. All the anger and resentment doesn’t hide the hunger, but Wes has been burned before and he’s grown wary of Jayce’s intentions.

Jayce has been running, from Wes and himself, denying the future he sees in the depths of Wes’ eyes. His past still haunts him, but he’s back, ready to fight. Ready to claim Wes the way he should have. Only Wes isn’t making things easy. Both men just may go up in flames before Jayce convinces Wes he’s playing for keeps.

Excerpt

Wes swung back to face him. “Stay away from me and Dom, Jayce.” His voice shook and his fists clenched. “I’m warning you.”

Jayce barked a laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Or what?” He moved into Wes’ space. “Let me tell you something, Wes. I don’t give a motherfuck about Richie Rich.” He sneered. “Dominic doesn’t matter to me, because I know he doesn’t matter to you. I know when you’re with him you’re thinking of me. You’re wishing I was the one pounding into your ass.”

Wes’ jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over. His lower lip trembled and Jayce kept pushing, because he wanted Wes out of control and off balance as he was.

“I see through your bluff, Wes. I know Dominic is just a poor man’s substitute—your substitute—for me.”

Wes’ hand shot out. Jayce barely made out the blur as pain exploded in his head, his teeth clicked, and he tasted blood. His head snapped to the side under the force of the blow.

“You left, you son of a bitch!”

Jayce blinked. Nostrils flared, face red, eyes wide and wet, Wes raged at him.

“You left and now you have the fucking nerve—” He swept his gaze over Jayce’s body covered in only the towel. “You want to know what I gave Dom? What you ran away from?” He dropped to his knees.

Jayce’s heart stuttered. Wes. Words froze in his lungs.

Angry fingers pulled away the towel, cupping his wet-tipped prick with a warm, but less than gentle hold. Heat raced through his body, weakening his limbs, thawing out his lungs enough for a ragged moan to escape.

Heavy pants filled the room as Wes stroked him, jerking his cock from root to tip, thumb dipping into the slit. A hot palm cupped his balls and Jayce threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips moved.

He shouldn’t…he couldn’t. But it was Wes’ hands on him. For Wes’ touch he could do anything.

“Look at me.”

He obliged the harsh command, opening his eyes and staring down. Wes’ blue gaze clashed with his, but where they were cold before only fire blazed, blue needy flames fanning his own arousal.

“Watch me. Watch what I did to him.” Wes leaned forward, his gaze burning Jayce as he opened his mouth and swallowed him down.

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Tell me, how do you feel about the manlove? Meh or yeh? Not your cup of tea or do you gulp that mother down and come back for seconds? Tell me in the comments and I’ll give away a copy of Make Me Burn to a random you. Leave that email addy, ya heard?