Sunday, 29 June 2014

#SexySnippets and an Island on a Loch

(Or should it be in a loch? I'm never sure. Not that it matters...)

Welcome once more to #SexySnippets, where we tease tantaize and entertain you with seven sentences from a book or WIP.

Today, I'm showing you a peek of The Dommes of Ballingal, Kristin. This is a WIP which is making me laugh, cry and get all hot and bothered. 

Ever since the chance meeting with him she'd been antsy, and in the words of Dee, one of her sisters, it sucked, big time.
"There's a dark cloud hovering over my head and I can't shift it." She didn't mention the dreams she'd been having. Dreams where a man who never showed his face—although she was damned sure she could make him show it if she tried—came to her, and knelt at her knees and…

Stop it now. At that point, in her dreams, he looked up at her and then she woke up. Wet, frustrated and reaching out for something, or someone that wasn't there.

Hope that's whetted you appetite...

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Love R x

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

where I let you share...

Because I'm nice like that. Although I was tempted to keep them for myself...

Meet The Warriors

(See? Now you know why I didn't want to share)

Hello, lovely peeps. I know this has a certain case of déjà vu about it, but, yep, I'm here again with the lovely Raven. This time I've brought my sexy Aliens with me.
Tell me what springs to your mind immediately when you hear Aliens?
Is it this kind?     

Well, up until recently I would have said yes to that, and then I got somewhat hooked on Sci-Fi Erotica and the endless possibilities and permutations you can come up with. For an Author it’s a veritable smorgasbord of inspiration, a clear playing field to let your imagination run amok. My muse certainly got her teeth well and truly into these particular Aliens.
Mine tend to look more like this.

Now, imagine if you will that these Aliens stand at just under seven feet tall, are a fierce warrior race, and that a war rages between them. Now imagine that against all the odds two warring warriors meet, and fall in love, yet that love can never be….
Enter one human heroine and what do you get?
One hot and emotional story, that's what.
Don't just take my word for it though. Check out this excerpt to whet your appetite. Taken by her Alien Warriors is the first in a new M/M/F series. Book 2 has been submitted, and book 3 and 4 are in the planning stages. Told you my muse fell in love with these warriors.
What was wrong with her today? She loved Zorran, and, yet, she sat here lusting after a man she barely knew, and a gay man at that. Only he wasn’t gay, was he? He’d fathered little Magnuss after all, and there was no doubt that she aroused him. The hard ridge straining the fabric of his tunic looked huge, and once he sobered, the intensity of his azure gaze pinned her in place as though he’d bound her to the chair. And that really shouldn’t turn her on more.
“Oh, you will sleep with me, starting tonight, in fact.”
She shook her head, and his gaze burnt hotter at her denial.
“I won’t…please…. I can’t. I don’t know you. I’m…I’ve never done this before.”
Heat burned her cheeks at her halting admission, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the intensity of his gaze either. He’d gone so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.
“There’s a first time for everything, my sweet.” The endearment rolled off his tongue, and she blinked when he hooked one foot around the leg of her chair and scooted it closer to him until their knees were touching. He gripped the back of her chair either side of her shoulders, and smiled when she pressed back as far as she could, which wasn’t very far at all. She was trapped and the thought of being at this Drakan’s mercy made her breathing speed up.
“I knew he hadn’t touched you. I can smell your innocence.” Her throat went dry as his gaze dropped to her lips, and she resisted the urge to run her tongue over the soft flesh to moisten them. He dipped his head and inhaled deeply against her neck, and a shudder went through her as he scraped his fangs along her rapidly beating pulse point. He took her hand and held it against his groin. A groan trembled through him when she instinctively curled her fingers around his hot, pulsing length.
“And it makes me rock hard for you. I want nothing more than to sink this cock hilt-deep into your sweet little virgin pussy, until you scream my name while you’re gushing around my dick.” Ornack pulled back enough to study her, and a shiver went down her spine. He meant every word he said, and her body responded to the carnal desire in his deep voice with a hot rush of liquid between her thighs. His nostrils flared and his horns seemed to grow in front of her eyes, as though they had a mind of their own. Ornack’s low growl forced her to tear her gaze away from that particular part of his body. Magnuss’s had been soft like warm butter under her chin, she remembered that now. She couldn’t help but wonder what his would feel like, but she daren’t move to touch them. He seemed too on the edge as it was, and she got the distinct impression that touching his horns would only result in one thing. Her being bent over the table and fucked so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. A whimper escaped her at the thought, and his knowing grin mocked her.
“And you’d let me do just that, wouldn’t you, sweet thing. I can smell how wet you are for me. If I ran my hand under your skirt, it would be soaked with your essence, and you would beg me to take you, wouldn’t you?”
She shook her head and winced when he grasped her hair and pulled her head back. With his large hand wrapped in her long tresses, she couldn’t move. As it was, her scalp stung with the force he used and her useless body responded with a heated wave of arousal that left her breathless and needy.
“Answer me.” His voice dropped further, and the low, deadly command behind those two words gave her no choice but to respond.
“Yes, what?”
Confused, she looked up at him, and his harsh expression softened.
“Yes, what would you let me do?” he asked.
“Yes, I’d let you fuck me.” She whispered the words. Shame and arousal warred inside of her in equal measures. Shame that she acted like the wanton hussy she had been trained to be, and yet she couldn’t help but respond to this man. She wanted to sink to her knees to do his bidding, to lose herself in the knowledge that she was at his mercy, to know that she would please him with her body and her actions. Not because he ordered her to, but because she wanted to. That deeply submissive part buried in her psyche blossomed under the dominance he exerted with the tone of his voice alone.
“And therein lies the problem,” he said.
She blinked when he let her go and got up so abruptly that his chair clattered to the floor with a loud bang. It seemed to echo around the still room, and she stared up at him in shock.
What the hell had just happened there?
“Problem?” she asked, and he held out a hand to her and nodded. Without thinking, she placed hers in his, and he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes, problem,” he said. “If I just wanted a fuck, there are any number of willing bodies I could use, but I want more than that.” He paused and used his free hand to tip her chin up. She couldn’t have looked away from him if she wanted to, too caught up in the maelstrom of emotions swirling in his blue eyes. They truly were the windows to one’s soul. Her mum had always said so, but surrounded by the black-eyed, seeming emotionless Cirrions, Gemini had forgotten that little saying. This Drakan, however, made no attempt to hide his emotions, and the room spun as she struggled to breathe.
“I want it all, Gemini. I want a mate. I want my mate, and I want her to come to me of her own free will. I don’t want a simple fuck toy. I want a mother for my son, and a mate to stand by me, not because she has no choice, but, because she needs me as much as I need her. I realize this will go against anything you’ll have been taught on Cirrion, but here, on Drakan and as my wife, you’ll be my equal in all things bar the bedroom. Do you understand what I’m saying here, Gemini?”
Did she? Her befuddled brain could hardly make sense of anything anymore. Exhaustion pulled her under, mentally and physically, as all the events of the day crashed over her.
“You don’t want me either,” she said, and she hated how small and pathetic her voice sounded.
 His growl in answer shook the room, and her pussy clenched in desperate need at the animalistic sound, rumbling from his huge chest.
“I’m going to kill that ass of a Cirrion when he gets his butt back here, for making you doubt yourself like that.” He yanked her up against his long, hard body until her breasts were flattened into his chest and his erection dug into her belly. It caused the most delicious trembles of need that started in her clit and made her wrap her arms around his huge shoulders. Ornack groaned into her hair and he grasped her ass cheeks and lifted her higher. Her legs went round his waist of her own accord, and his still-covered cock jerked against her wet slit.
Gemini’s hips took on a life of their own, and she rubbed herself up and down the rock hard length of him until she wanted to scream with the need to come.
“Please…please.” She didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him, and Ornack swore and sunk his fangs into the fleshy part of her shoulder where it met her neck.
White-hot arousal surged through her veins like molten lava and stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her orgasm ripped through her in waves of heat, as he sucked her life essence and thrust against her. Every suck prolonged the trembles shaking her body until he finally withdrew his fangs and licked her wound.
She slumped in his arms and Ornack tightened his hold on her. Aftershocks shivered through her when he nuzzled into her neck and she could feel his lips curve up into a smile at her long drawn out moan of pleasure.
“Does that convince you that I want you, my silly little human? I wanted you from the minute I caught your scent stepping off Zorran’s ship. You’re mine now, and tomorrow we’ll stand up in front of witnesses, and let everyone see my mark. For now, you’ll sleep with me.” He chuckled at her moan of denial. “Yes, sleep as in sleep, not fuck. When the time comes for me to claim you, I want you awake, wet, and wanting, and in no doubt who owns you, mind, body, and soul, and then, and only then, will you have my cock…and my heart.”

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]
The men of any species have needs…
Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?
Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires.  Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.
With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.
From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.
There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Sunday, 22 June 2014

#SexySnippets where I dream of a hot, hot Italian

So does Leigh...Not quite like this though...

Being Luca's is out next month, but I just had to share this little snippet with you. After all who doesn't dream...

Leigh has accidentally spilled red wine on him.

Luca stared at his feet. His shirt stuck to his torso and his damp trousers rasped against his dick, which to his intense joy was in its usual state around Leigh. It pushed against the fine linen, and begged to be free to play with her. Why hadn't he gone against his normal habits and put some boxers on? At least then there would be less chance of his trousers being stained with pre-cum as well as red wine.

Because I thought there was as much chance as a snowball in hell at feeling like this.

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Love R x

Friday, 20 June 2014

A N T H O +A naughty thoroughly hot ooooooooohhhhhhh

R ~ So, I twisted Doris' arm again. (well Okay, I said I was sending my grandson a drum set if she didn't come up with the goods)

I know she's a busy lady. but hey, I wanted her and her executive *wink* to come and visit me.

Oh and to give my grandson a cuddle...well and chocolate...

So she agreed of course...(she really doesn't want the drumkit)

D~ Hellooo, it's me again. Yes, I'm a bit like the buses at the minute. The lovely Raven allowed me to take over her blog again to tell you about my latest release. (okay she likes to think she blckmailed me, but hey she knows I don't want a drumkit)

R~She might not but I bet I know who does. Anyway...


Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these twelves stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Has that got you intrigued?

How about this little blurb for my story The Takeover:
Takeovers always cause chaos, never more so when the friend you've been secretively lusting after for months, chooses that day to suddenly notice you, and then promptly gets himself sacked.

Maybe it's the formal wear the new CEO insists on, but Shane seems like a different man, and Emma's long pent up desires threaten to get her into as much trouble as Shane seems to have landed himself in.

As secrets unlock and office politics come into play, is there a happy ending for Shane and Emma, or will this takeover end with a broken heart?

Fancy a little excerpt?

"Here, let me. How do you get yourself into these pickles, titch?"
Shane Nevin's deep tenor stopped her fumbling, and a shiver of anticipation went down her spine, dampening her knickers like it always did. Em suppressed another sigh, and smiled up at Shane as she did her best not to swoon
Shane, too, had dressed up for the occasion, and the three-piece suit just emphasized every inch of his six foot three ruggedly masculine frame. If she didn't know better Em would have thought that suit was tailor-made.  However, Shane was just a lowly office worker like herself, so unless he'd suddenly won the lottery, then he must have just struck lucky when he got that suit off the peg.
"Nice suit," Emma said, and inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Nice suit? That's right up there with I carried a watermelon, for frick's sake. Could I think of anything more stupid to say to him?
Shane simply smiled at her comment, reached around her to open the door for her, and grasped one of the trays out of her hand.
"Here, let me help you. Queen bitch made you get the coffees again, I see, as well as made you finish that report, I bet."
Emma almost missed a step at the steely annoyance behind those clipped words, tempered as they were with a smile directed at her. And not just any smile. This was a pure drop-your-knickers-in-an-instant smile of male appreciation that made Emma feel rather lightheaded. She'd seen him use that dimpled grin with devastating effect in meetings with suppliers that meant they dropped everything to accommodate him, but she'd never been at the receiving end of it. Neither had he ever run his gaze over her body with such heated intensity that the fine hair on her arms rose to attention, and her nipples beaded into shameless beacons of lust. Em knew she would have to lose her now sodden knickers, as her body responded to this man's charisma with a gush of wetness between her thighs. Jesus, that smile was lethal, and set off an almost painful wave of arousal and feminine need in her core that left Emma breathlessly staring up at him.
"I could say the same to you, by the way." Shane winked at her, and Emma blinked as the spell was broken.
"What?" she asked.                            
Shane laughed and swept one large hand through the air in front of her.
"Your attire, Em. Nice suit. Who knew you were hiding such a great pair of pins, not to mention…" His gaze dropped briefly to her boobs, where her nipples were still practically waving red flags to draw attention to themselves, and he grinned again, and ran a hand through his hair. The action made a strand of his light brown hair fall across his forehead and her fingers itched to brush it back for him. It had a natural wave to it that could have made him look boyish. Coupled with the angular jaw, covered in designer stubble, the strong slash of a nose, and his intense crystal blue gaze, it just enhanced his raw masculinity and sex appeal, however.
Emma laughed nervously and somehow managed to keep on walking. Shane hit the button for the lift to carry them up to the executive offices, and she risked another glance up at him from under her lashes. He wasn't looking at her. Just stood waiting for the lift to finally get back to them, and he stepped a bit closer to her when the space behind them filled with more office workers. His spicy scent wrapped itself around her senses, and she inhaled sharply as the doors slid open. Heat raced up her arm when Shane grasped her elbow and steered her into the far corner of the lift. The high rise building was home to many firms, and the lift soon filled to capacity. Shane braced his hand behind her on the wall, to stop from being pushed further into her. With the two trays the only barrier between them, Emma's mouth went dry when she looked up to find him watching her.
"Yes, well, orders from above and all that. Must please the new CEO. I heard he's a tough old coot."
A curious smile flitted across Shane's features at her husky reply and Emma shut her eyes and bashed her head back against the mirrored wall. What was with that porn star voice she'd seemed to have adopted? Shane would think her a right simpleton.
Her stomach tightened in need and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud, when she sensed rather than saw him dip his head. Gooseflesh broke out across the sensitive skin under her ear as his hot breath skittered across it.
"Anything for the CEO, is it, titch?"
The silly name sounded like a lover's caress. He'd adopted the moniker for her within hours of their first meeting, because she'd struggled to hang the Christmas decorations on the high ceiling of their part of the open plan office. Instead of grating on her nerves, like it usually did when he brought attention to their height difference, it simply turned her on. Thanks to her heels she came up to his shoulder, rather than his chest, and it wouldn't take much for him to kiss her.
Her eyes flew open and heat crept into her face at the decidedly unprofessional turn her thoughts were taking. They were in a lift for fuck's sake, in full view of everyone else, and this was Shane. They were friends, and besides, even if they weren't, he was completely and utterly out of her league. A man like him could have any woman he wanted, and he frequently did. Lord knew Emma had fielded enough annoyed women's phone calls on a Monday morning, when she'd answered his phone. He never played the field in the office, but Shane clearly enjoyed a healthy sex life outside of it, and why shouldn't he? It was only natural after all. Emma might have taken a seeming vow of abstinence worthy of any nun, but that didn't mean other people did. She knew that, and she fervently squashed that annoying little voice in her ear, that proclaimed she'd only sworn off men since Shane's arrival. Ever since he'd held that ladder for her—a mere four months ago—and Em had irrevocably fallen in lust at first sight, no other man had passed muster. Not that she had been particularly active in that department, but Emma used to have fun. She frowned at the direction her thoughts were taking, and slammed the door shut on them. No good would come of it. She was so not going to dwell on how easy it would be to allow herself to fall in love with the man towering over. Lust was one thing, love… therein lay nothing but heartache. She wrenched her gaze up to Shane's face, and all conscious thought fled her befuddled brain.
Emma had no idea what had changed between them, but there was no mistaking the blatant lust in Shane's eyes as he smiled down at her, and she held her breath when he dipped his head again and whispered his next words.
"What if the old coot is neither old nor a coot, and wants to do all sorts of dirty things to you, that he should have no business thinking, let alone acting on? Then what will you do?"

Hmm, what will she do, do you think…? I will say this… the new CEO is a tad errr demanding.
Executive Assistant is available from Evernight Publishing. For all other buy links, please check here.
Have a great day, folks, and stay naughty!
D x