WEDNESDAY WISDOM: Sneak peak with ASHLYN CHASE!

Today it is my great pleasure to welcome a wonderful writer and very good friend - Ashlyn Chase.  Flirting Under a Full Moon, Book 1 in her new "Flirting with Fangs" series  is released this week and we have an exclusive SNEAK PEEK!

Here is the BLURB:

Never Cry Werewolf
Brandee has been dumped in every way possible, but by text is the last straw. That's it—she's officially done with men. Unfortunately, she's just been told her "soul mate" is the drool-worthy hottie all her friends call One-Night Nick

Nick has been searching for true love for one hundred years. After all, werewolves mate for life, and he does not want to mess this up. As soon as he kisses Brandee, he knows she's the one. But how will he convince a woman who knows nothing of paranormals that she's about to be bound to a werewolf forever?

And now for the exclusive SNEAK PEEK from Flirting Under a Full Moon:


“Red or white wine?”

“White, please.”

"Do you like it dry?”

“I prefer it wet.”

He laughed, then opened a wine fridge. “How about Sauvignon Blanc?”

“Sold.”

“You’re easy.”

“Not usually. But you swept me off my feet.”

He chuckled again. “I’m glad you seem to be in a better mood.” He poured two glasses, then handed her one. She followed him to the living area and sat next to him on the sofa.

“Is it okay if I kick off my shoes?”

“Make yourself comfortable.”

She did. With her stocking feet curled up under her thighs, she faced him and lifted her glass.

“Cheers,” he said.

“You know that’s the name of a rival bar, right?”

“Oh, right. Well then, Boston Uncommon! Where everybody knows you’re strange.”

She giggled and they clinked glasses.

After each of them took a sip, he asked, “So, how do we start this?”

She knew what he meant. She had asked for this conversation, but knowing where to begin was daunting. Might as well jump in anywhere.

“I think we need to talk about what we expect from each other.”

He nodded. “Okay. You go first.”

Lovely. Now she had to figure out how to put her feelings into words. “I guess I just want a normal boyfriend.”

He let out a loud guffaw. “Boy, did you come to the wrong place. No wonder you’re disappointed.”

“I never said I was disappointed. I just think we went a little too far too fast. Maybe because we’ve known each other for a while, we thought we knew-knew each other better than we do.”

“Hmmm…Okay. I think I get it. You missed the old fashioned courting thing?”

“Huh? No. I don’t need that. I just think we should have gone on a few dates, talked about ourselves, our pasts, our present, and maybe the future.”

“Oh, is that what dating is for?” he asked, with a teasing smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Sheesh, I forgot. How would a player like you know that, especially if you’ve never done it?”

“I’ve done it…superficially. I just never got wrapped up in anyone’s life before.”

“Yeah. I think that’s the problem. You got too wrapped up in mine, instantly.”

“Hey, when it’s right, it’s right. Why waste time?” He gave her another teasing grin.

“Stop being charming for five minutes, will you?”

Instead of listening to her, he leaned in for a kiss. And instead of meeting his lips, she raised her glass of wine and took a big sip.

He sighed and leaned back into the loose pillows. “Cock blocked by my own crystal.”

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Early reviews for Flirting Under a Full Moon:

4.50/5—Reviewer Top Pick



"This is the first installment of Ms. Chase's new Flirting series.  This was a wonderful start to a very lighthearted series.  I can't wait for the next installment in this series to come out!  I know other readers will enjoy getting swept away as much as I did."
—Robin, Night Owl Romance

BIO:
Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet, wanting only to give her readers a scrumptious, satisfying, reading experience. She holds a degree in behavioral sciences, worked as a psychiatric RN for several years and spent a few more years working for the American Red Cross where she still volunteers as an instructor. She credits her sense of humor to her former careers since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. She is a multi-published, award-winning author of humorous erotic romances. Represented by the Nancy Yost agency in New York, NY, she lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband and a spoiled brat cat.

www.ashlynchase.com


Where can you buy Ash's books?
BARNES & NOBLE    AMAZON  SOURCEBOOKS

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OMG I love it! That last line is a killer! You always manage to give me total laugh out loud moments Ash! Thanks so much for allowing me to share your first excerpt here today!

Desiree Holt has it NAILED!

I have a special treat today...I've known Desiree for years now, but this is the first time I've had her as my guest and I couldn't be more thrilled!

She has a new release out with Ellora's Cave's TABOO line and you know what that means? More BDSM goodness! Yay!

Here's the blurb for NAILED:

Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a sub in the bedroom who can match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the private fetish club Finesse, he spots a fiery redhead with a defiant stride and curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked to discover she is a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive for both of them. 

Tyler comes back night after night to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club play but she’s afraid of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds out who she really is, would he still offer his love and protection and a future together?

Excerpt:

“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”

Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.”

“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”

Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?”

Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the week, I see.”

“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”

Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.

“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”

Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse, was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.

Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.

But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.

The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.

Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d headed immediately for Finesse.

He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.

Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.

Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.

Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into her.

Easy, boy.

“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voce held a hint of amusement.

“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”

“That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”

“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.”

Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Daks shook his head. “Dead serious.

“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.

Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”

Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?

“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every night she comes in.”

“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?”

“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”

Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.

“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”

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The BIG BLISSE KISS - Illuminations

Welcome to the BIG BLISSE KISS!

It's a special SUNDAY SNOG today in celebration of Valentine's Day!  Thanks to the wonderful Victoria Blisse for coming up with this wonderful concept :-)

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My special Sunday Snog today is from my Erotic Victorian Historical story - ILLUMINATIONS!

 BLURB:

When you dip your finger in the fire – you get burned!
When Darius and his friend Jamie find Gemma, a young scullery maid, peeking through a shaded window at a ménage scene with one of their guests, they have just the right punishment for her.

Gemma finds she is unable to tear her eyes from the scandalous scene in front of her. Why didn’t she run from this act of depravity? And why did watching it make her body feel heat in places she’d never felt heat before?

Before the hot summer evening is over Gemma finds herself at the mercy of not one, but two very handsome young men who not only want to teach her a lesson, but as she soon finds out – she is the lesson, and this time she is the one with an audience.

Reader Advisory: This book contains hot scenes featuring voyeurism and m/f/m sex that some readers may find illuminating.

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Darius stood by his window swirling the brandy in his glass when a flash of movement caught his eye. By the light of the moon he could just make out a reddish glint in the curls of the woman as she hurried to hide in the centre of the hedge.

Interesting.

He continued to watch for a few minutes, but she had yet to reappear.

He smiled. There was no time like the present to start her lessons, he thought. He drained his glass and placed it on the side table near his door as he left the room.

He slipped through the kitchen and reached the garden scant minutes later. He spied a strip of white poking through the leaves of the hedge. Good, he thought.  She was still there. Upon hearing a loud, lusty cry from the other side of the hedge, he knew the reason behind her hiding place.

She really is a naughty girl, he thought. And naughty girls deserve to be taught a lesson.

He walked quietly towards the hedge just as his quarry backed out. He grabbed her upper arms to prevent her colliding into him. “Shh…” he whispered against her ear. “They will hear you.”

She struggled against him, rubbing her delectable bottom against his groin, gasping when his erection pressed against her. Good. He wanted her to know that finding her enjoying a carnal act pleasured him.

“Please let me go, sir,” she whispered.

He smiled, sensing her arousal. “Why would you want to leave, my dear?” Sliding a hand over her arm and brushing her hair aside, he exposed the white skin of her neck. “Just when it’s getting interesting.”

She shivered, turning her head to the side. “We shouldn’t be watching, sir. It’s private.”

He nuzzled her neck and placed his lips against the sensitive spot just below her ear. “That’s where you are wrong. Unless the activities are in a private room, all is open to be seen here at Maitland House.”

Gemma fidgeted, trying to turn to face him. “B-b-but why would anyone agree to th-that? “

He wrapped both his arms around her body, brushing her breasts. “Because, my dear one, this place is about fantasies. Being watched, like watching, is something people enjoy.”

“But that is wicked!”

Darius laughed softly. “Some might say so, but do you really believe that to feel pleasure, to live out your deepest fantasies…is wicked?” he said as he cupped her breasts.

Her nipples lengthened. Gemma gasped and wriggled. I…um…” She leant her body back against his, sighing as her bottom touched his groin.

“Well? I expect an answer, Gemma,” he said, tweaking her nipples and squeezing them gently.

She struggled against him and lifted her arms, covering his hands with her own and tugging at them.

But he held firm. “Answer me. Can you honestly say you would forgo pleasure just because society tells you you must?”

She shook her head back and forth. ”I don’t…I don’t really know, sir.”

His heart lifted at her response. He was correct in believing she was ready for this. “Very good. An honest answer.” He released her nipples and placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Do not ever deny your pleasure or your needs, little one. It leads to many problems, some you would not even dream of.”

“But what if some of those needs are not allowed. What of the new laws?”

“You speak of the Labouchere amendment? I am impressed that you are aware of the affairs of the government.”

She took a step backwards. ”Impressed, sir? Why? Because as a scullery maid I am not expected to read?”

Intrigued with her spirit, he smiled. “Quite frankly, my dear, yes. I have never before met a scullery maid who reads the newspaper.”

She looked up, her eyes flashing and her nostrils flaring. “I was not always a scullery maid sir. Before I came to Maitland House I was a lady’s maid and companion.”

That certainly explained her dignity and her eloquent speech. His interest was truly piqued. “Is that so? And for whom did you fulfil these onerous duties?”

She looked away. “No one of any consequence, sir. You should be more interested in how you keep the constabulary from closing down this household and locking you and the master away in the Old Bailey.”

The sound of more laughter accompanied by footsteps signalled the departure of the couple from the other side of the hedge.

“It seems our friends have left us,” he said as he reached up and slipped a stray curl behind her ear. “Do not worry on our account, we are quite safe within these walls. The master has many friends and clients from the government.”

She shivered when he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was as soft as the finest velvet.

“Th-that is very interesting, sir.”

He stepped closer, feeling her soft breath against his neck as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “Yes it is, but not as interesting as you, my dear. Now tell me more about your previous life.”

Moving her head, she tried to step away, but the hedge impeded her progress. “It’s all very boring, sir. I am sure there are others here at Maitland House who are more interesting than I.”

He leant forward, speaking softly against her ear. “I can see you are not ready to trust me yet, little one. But you will in time.”

Her shoulders rose as she shivered, despite the summer evening. “Please, sir, I should go back to my room,” she whispered. “I am needed in the kitchen in a few short hours.”

He sighed, knowing he should not hold her from her duties. “I will let you go when you agree to allow me to gain your trust.”

“I do not understand, sir.”

“If you will agree to meet with me tomorrow, I will show you more ways to feel pleasure.” He placed a finger over her lips. “Before you say no, I will assure you that nothing will happen unless you allow it to. If you ask to stop our lessons, I will honour your wishes.”

She stared at him, her face a picture of innocence. “I am not sure what you are asking, sir.”

“I want to show you what is possible. I want to teach you not to deny your feelings or that wonderful passion I see beneath your very proper appearance.” He kissed her lightly on her forehead, her skin warm and soft against his lips.

She looked away from him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I shouldn’t, sir.”

He smiled.  “But you will.”

Still she refused to look at him. “You will let me go if I ask it of you?”

“You have my word as a gentleman.”

“Please, sir. May I have this night to think about it?”

He cupped her face with both hands, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Gemma.”

She slowly raised her eyes. “Please?”

His face was barely inches from her mouth. Her sweet breath mingled with his as he whispered against her lips. “You have until morning.”

She licked her bottom lip.

“Here is something to help you think about it.” His mouth covered hers.

He had expected to coax her mouth open, but nothing prepared him for the spark of electricity once their lips met. His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth and she willingly opened for him, allowing him to invade the velvet depths. She sighed as he explored her mouth, flicking in and out slowly and sending heat coursing through his veins.  He licked and tongued and suckled her mouth as she leant into his embrace. 

He struggled to withdraw, especially as his cock was as hard as a pole, but he knew the pleasure that awaited them on the morrow was worth some self-restraint now. As he eased away from the kiss, he smoothed his hands down her shoulders and gently pushed her back. Her eyes were burning with need and he almost took her again, but reluctantly held back. “Until tomorrow, little one.”

Her breathing was ragged as she stared at him for a few more seconds before walking to the house. He kept watching as she slipped back through the kitchen door, closing it softly behind her.

Only then did he allow himself to adjust his trousers. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day indeed.

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THURSDAY TEASER - Sam Cheever

 Good morning folk!  My good friend Sam Cheever has a new release today and to celebrate she's showing you an exclusive excerpt!

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STEALTH HONEYBUN Release Date February 9, 2012

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BLURB:

Peyton Honeybun just wants to get a six pack of cold beer and watch football. But, he doesn’t quite make it to that la-z-boy with his six pack. When four gunmen enter a small country grocery store and take the employees hostage, Peyton and the store’s beautiful owner just barely avoid being discovered and taken hostage with the others.

Willa Sloan doesn’t know what’s happening when she emerges from the backroom and gets a big, warm, Honeybun hand slapped over her mouth as she’s dragged backward into hiding. But when she learns her store has been infiltrated and her people taken hostage, the last thing she intends is to hide in a dark corner whimpering.
Together, they discover two things through that long and terrifying night. First, a country grocery store is a great place to run a stealth operation if you’re enterprising enough. And second, love can happen at the strangest times!

EXCERPT:

     Willa screamed as the man grabbed her arm and jerked her hard, knocking the wind out of her as the sharp, metal edge of the cabinet slammed into her midsection.
     The man’s gun came up and a large hand grasped his wrist, holding the gun away from Willa as she crouched on the floor, struggling to catch a breath. Nausea roiled through her and, for just a moment, she saw stars.
     The sounds of a struggle told her Peyton had his hands full fighting the big man. Boxes crashed to the ground and a supply cart slid past, barely missing her head as it slammed into the wall.
As soon as she could gasp a breath and push to her feet, Willa looked around for Peyton. She sucked air when she spotted them, horrified. The massive gunman had Peyton against the wall, the muscles of his arms bulging as he held Peyton almost off the ground, strangling him.
     Trying to pry the massive hands away from his throat, Peyton looked as if he was only a moment away from passing out. His face had turned a terrifying shade of purple and his eyes were wide, bulging slightly. He stopped trying to pry the man’s fingers from his throat and started punching his face. He was quickly weakening though, and his punches weren’t having much affect.
     Willa’s gaze slid around the room, looking for the gun the man must have dropped.
     Peyton kicked out and caught the man in the groin, then followed up with a perfect roundhouse to the man’s chin as he loosened his grip and doubled over in pain.
     Willa finally spotted the handle of the gun sticking out from under the cart that had rolled by and grabbed it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh didn’t stop as she grabbed the gun. Apparently the massive gunman had barely been slowed down by crushed balls and a good crack to the chin.
     Peyton finally threw himself at the man, wrapping his arms around the man’s throat and sending them both crashing to the floor. They skidded across the room, landing at Willa’s feet. She held her breath as she reached down and placed the muzzle of the gun on the big man’s forehead.
     He stopped moving, small, light green eyes focused on her face as she struggled against panic. Her knuckles were white on the pistol, and her hand was shaking so badly it almost slipped off his head.
Fortunately, Peyton took the gun from her before the man realized she was too terrified to do anything more with it than threaten.
     “Don’t fuckin’ move.” Peyton instructed the big man.
     Willa cracked the door to the store, listening. From the front of the store, a loud argument ended with a shouted warning. The hostages had done as Peyton had instructed, picking a boisterous fight to distract and cover any sounds he and Willa might make subduing the big gunman.
     She only hoped they’d been loud enough.
     With shaking hands, Willa returned to the gunman and stuffed a rag in his mouth, slapping a strip of duct tape across it as they’d done to the other gunman.
     Peyton held the gun firmly against his head and spoke to him in a soft voice filled with menace. “Now I need you to roll over and put your hands behind your back so the lady can tie them.”
     With some shoving, they got the big man onto his side and Willa tied his wrists quickly with packaging twine.
     “Make sure you tie it tight and wind it several times,” Peyton told her. “He’s a big guy.”
     “Do you think they heard anything up front?”
     Peyton shook his head. “I don’t think so, or somebody would have shown up by now to check it out. But let’s get this turkey trussed and flash frozen quickly, just in case.”
     They got him to his feet, shoving him back to the freezer vault, where his other buddy currently sat, shivering and complaining behind the taped rag stuffed into his mouth.  
     They trussed the second man the same way, tying his thick ankles to match his wrists, and threw a thin butcher coat over him. “Sorry, no blankets. But hopefully you won’t have to sit in here too long before the police come for you.” Peyton told them.
     They closed the door and Peyton looked at her. She gritted her teeth and tried to look normal, but she was vibrating with fear.
     His face softened when he saw what a state she was in and he reached for her. “Awe, come here, honey,” he said. “You did good.”
     She sobbed out a laugh and buried her face in his shirt, too scared even to cry. Her hands clutched his shirt and she pressed herself as close to him as she could, reveling in his heat, his incredible scent, and his seemingly unflappable strength.
     They stood unmoving for a long moment, only the beat of their hearts breaking the silence surrounding them. After a few minutes she stopped shaking and took a deep breath, stepping away,
     He lowered his head and looked her in the eyes. “Okay?”
    Willa nodded. “Sorry I fell apart.”
     He pulled her in again, rubbing a hand down her back. “You were incredible. You have nothing to apologize for.”

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THURSDAY TEASER: Ashlyn Chase

Good morning folks!  Today I have the pleasure of presenting to you a wonderful excerpt from my good friend Ashlyn Chase.  She has a new release out, and a special treat she's giving us a never before seen snippet from Chapter Two!

IMMORTALLY YOURS by Ashlyn Chase

Blurb: Lizette has spent three hundred years on earth, but this is her first time in a therapist’s office. Lonely and aimless, she feels that life has lost its meaning…and she’s come to Colin for advice on ending it. If only he weren’t so maddeningly, distractingly attractive, she’d be able to get on with things.


The moment Lizette steps into his office, Colin knows he has to help her. He also knows he has to have her—in every position possible.

As they spend time together, the heat between them rises and clothes come off, revealing Colin to be not only a phenomenal lover, but a picture-perfect nude muse for Lizette’s erotic photographs, as well. But in trying to give Lizette’s life meaning, they might have ruined Colin’s.

You can read Chapter One and buy the book HERE

Here is the excerpt:

Chapter Two

To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake

                                                                        -- Arthur Schopenhauer


     The admission slammed into Colin like a high-speed impact. Shock waves reverberated through his body and prickles traveled up his spine. “I—I can’t do that. I took the Hippocratic oath and I’d violate my own principles by trying to assist you in suicide. And in your case, you’re right, it could be a disaster. Why would you want to do that?” How can I stop her from trying?
      She shrugged. “What’s to live for? I’ve already told you how lonely I am. How isolated my life has become. What I haven’t told you is how many nights I lay awake, crying my eyes out. And nowadays, I can’t even seek solace in a bit of casual, uncommitted sex.”
     Damn. How he’d love to help her out with that. Watch it, Brayer. She could be trying to manipulate you. But for some reason, he didn’t think so. Her face said she was deadly serious. 
There were times Collin wished he wasn’t a doctor and this was one of them. He leaned forward, hands clasped together, and rested his elbows on his knees. “Listen, Lizette, the reason I don’t believe in suicide is because the very nature of life is change. And as such, feelings change…circumstances change. And with change comes hope. Nothing is inescapeable forever.
     "I sympathize with people’s emotional suffering and that’s why I became a doctor in the first place. I’m here to help. If the problem is depression, it can result in a chemical imbalance. Then the chemical imbalance feeds the depression. It becomes a vicious cycle. The good news is that we have chemicals to restore the balance. I know you don’t like the idea of nature being aided by chemicals but you have no idea how many peoples’ lives have been improved by psychopharmacology.”
      “What’s that?”
     “The science of medication to restore mental health or alleviate emotional suffering. Are you allergic to any drugs?”
     She held up her hand. “No, but stop right there. I don’t want to take drugs.”
     Colin sighed. How many times had he heard that? “They’re not all bad. I wish Nancy Regan had been more specific and said, ‘Just say no to illegal, un-prescribed, addictive drugs.’”
     “But I don’t need drugs.”
      “You said you cry frequently and want to commit suicide. That sounds to me like symptoms of depression--symptoms that could prove to be dangerous. Sometimes, a short trial on antidepressant medication helps make the final diagnosis when it works. And the diagnostic tool becomes the cure at the same time.”
     After a long hesitation, she threw her hands in the air. “If it might help, I guess I can try it. After all, I don’t need to worry about them killing me, do I?”
     Thank God. He couldn’t stop a smile. “No, you don’t. Neither do most people if they take them as prescribed. You may have some side effects but read the enclosures the pharmacy gives you. Report any of those symptoms to me right away.” He whipped out his prescription pad and scribbled her name at the top. His pen hovered over the space next to it. “What do you use as your date of birth?”
     She shrugged. “I don’t have one. Care to make one up for me?”
     He looked at her closely. “I’d say you could have been born in the late eighties, tops.”
     “Okay,” she said. “Make it today’s date, nineteen-eighty-seven. It’s only two-hundred and seventy-five years off, give or take.”
      He paused, then jotted down the date and wrote the instructions. Then he rose and handed the prescription to her. “Take this to a pharmacy on your way home and follow the instructions to the letter. Then come back in a week. Okay?”
     “I might not be able to afford too many more visits. Is it okay if I just call and check in once in a while?” She took the slip of paper and tucked the prescription in her handbag.
     “No. I’ll need to see you in a week.”
     She sighed.
     He had to do something to ensure she’d come back. Perhaps, he could tell her something without giving details that would make her feel less alone.
     He took a deep breath. “You’re not the only one, you know.”
     She bolted upright. “What do you mean?”
     “You’re not the only immortal roaming the earth. You’re not even the only immortal in Seattle.”
     She focused on him intently, her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you’ve known people like me—and that you truly believe my story?”
     “I’m not committing to anything, yet. As I said, I’m reserving judgment until I get to know you better, but yes…it’s possible. I’ve had a couple patients with immortality related issues. That’s why I advertise the way I do.”
     “Evening hours? Comfortable with unique cases?”
     “Exactly.”
     She locked eyes with him and breathed a quiet, “Oh.” Her perfect, delicate pink lips formed a circle he imagined tightly wrapped around his cock and he almost groaned out loud. Stop it, Colin. For God's sakes!
     “What if I need to talk to you earlier?”
     “I have an answering service that can get in touch with me in an emergency.”
     She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Good to know. Thanks, Doctor. I feel almost human again.”
     “You’ll probably feel even better next week.”
     “I guess you’ve tested this stuff on immortals before?”
     He smiled. “You’d be surprised.”
     “I wish you could tell me who and where they are but I suppose you can’t.”
     “That’s right. They’re confidentiality is important too.”
     She smiled coquettishly and said, “Maybe just a hint? Please?”
     He gave her a sideways look that he hoped broached no argument.
     “I know, I know. It’s against the rules. See you next week.” She waved and left. Holy Moses! He needed to have a serious talk with his hormones.

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Can I have Colin for MY doctor? Pretty please??  I just bought this book myself, and OMG he is gorgeous!

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SUNDAY SNOG - THE DREAM MASTER

Hey, it's time for the Sunday Snog again folks!  This week I have a snippet from THE DREAM MASTER. I just love Hels and Dim.

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BLURB: Working undercover and pretending to be lovers with his long-time work partner should have been a piece of cake—except good ole 'Hels' wasn’t the person Dimitri thought she was.

Genre	Suspense
Book Length	Novella
Erotic Rating	Total-e-burning
eBook Format	ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported	All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle?	Yes
Cover art by	April Martinez
ISBN#	978-0-85715-289-3

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Dimitri tried to read his partner’s face as their captain outlined their assignment. Hels must be as freaked out as he was, but for the life of him, he couldn’t see any sign of it. The orders were to go undercover in the Dream Master’s, posing as a couple searching for the key to happiness. Since her revelation about Morpheus’ methods, she must have known there was a chance they would have to do some heavy-duty playacting to look the part. It shouldn’t be too hard since they were such great buds. She wasn’t beautiful in the classic sense, but she was attractive in her own way. He trusted her completely and was pretty sure she trusted him too, but still, it was a bit disconcerting. The slight tic in a small muscle near her eye was his first warning she wasn’t as controlled as she pretended.

“You can’t be serious, Boss.” Her face turned the dark shade of red it always did when she was riled up. “Dim and I can’t pose as lovers. We’re cops, for God’s sake.”

She whirled around to face him, her eyes pleading for him to intervene. He couldn’t. It was a damn good idea and probably their best bet to catch this bastard. “Aw, c’mon Hels.” He smiled at her, trying to ease her worry. “It won’t be too bad. You know I’m housebroken.”

She glared at him before turning back to the captain. “It’ll affect our working relationship which means we can’t do our job if that happens. There has to be another way.”

Captain Richards closed the file in front of him and sat back in his chair. “This is the only way, Peters, and you know it. Consider it an order.”

“But, Boss—”

The captain held up his hand, blocking her reply. “No buts. You and Dim make a great team and I expect you both to act professionally. Got it?”

They both stood, knowing when the boss meant business.

Dimitri got in first with a reply, “Yep.”

The captain stared at Helena. “Peters?”

She nodded, clearly unhappy but there was no other choice. “Yes, sir.”

Helena moved out the door and stormed down the corridor to her desk. She grabbed her bag and headed for the back entrance. Dimitri chased after her and jumped in the passenger seat of her Corolla as she fired up the ignition.

“What the fuck are you doing in my car?” she said through clenched teeth.

“We should talk about this, Hels.”

“We will. Later. Right now I want to spend some time on my own to get my head around this. Now get out of my car!”

Her face was no longer red. In fact, it was a pale shade of green. Did posing as lovers really affect her that way? “Does the thought of pretending to get it on with me worry you that much, kiddo?”

She turned her head away from him and stared out the window at a couple of rookies walking past in their squeaky-clean, new uniforms. He waited. After a little while, she turned back to face him again, looking a little better than a few seconds before. At least her colour had improved.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. “It’s not that, Dim. I’m just not very experienced with all that stuff. I’m not sure I can be convincing.”

He let out a sigh of relief. Was that all it was? “Okay, we can deal with that. Let’s go get some coffee while we come up with a game plan.”

She shrugged and looked behind her before reversing out of the parking place. “I suppose we can’t afford to muck around with this. Andre’s?”

“Nah, we need to keep this conversation private. How about your place?” Maybe she’ll relax more on her own turf. They could do this, he was sure of it. All he had to do was to get her to relax and remind himself she was his partner, not his current girlfriend. It could get messy otherwise.

Once they sat in her living room, Dimitri rethought his idea that being in her apartment would help her relax. Helena sat with her legs curled up tightly beneath her and was looking around the room—anywhere but at his face. Shit. He had to do something to break the ice or they’d get nowhere with this investigation. She was really stressed out about this. He needed to show her how easy it could be before she really freaked out.

Rising, he walked over to her chair and stood in front of her. She looked up at him, her eyes wary.

“What are you doing, Dim?”

“Put down your cup, Hels.”

She unfurled her legs and reached over to place her cup on the table. Here was his chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. In a quick move, he hooked his hands under her armpits, pulled her to her feet and swooped down on her mouth.

She twisted and attempted to turn away, but he placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly in place. He traced her lips with his tongue and she gasped. At the unexpected opening, he invaded her mouth, exploring every crevice, thrusting deeper and deeper. Oh God, she tastes so good

Her hands slid up to his shoulders and she squeezed gently, drawing him closer to her. Her hair smelt of strawberries, a scent he suddenly found incredibly alluring. Sparks between them well and truly ignited a heat he never, ever expected. Shit, this is Hels. She moaned as he angled his head to taste more. He sucked in her sweet breath, groaning when she unconsciously wriggled her body against his straining jeans.

What the fuck am I doing? He couldn’t be getting a hard on? Not with Hels. She’s his partner, his buddy. They were just practicing for the mission. Fuck. Pushing gently on her shoulders, he broke their lip lock. His erratic breathing made speech fairly impossible, so he just stared at her face, trying to figure out what happened.

She stared back, those beautiful indigo eyes shining with arousal. Damn, where did that thought come from? He’d never noticed how beautiful they were before. And he’d never noticed them aroused before. Shit. This is Hels.

He dragged his gaze from hers and pushed her gently away. She landed with a small bounce on the couch across the other side of the coffee table as he backed up a few steps. His hand shook as he raked his fingers through his hair before smiling at her stunned expression.

“I guess we now know we can be convincing.” 

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Gotta love Dim! Don't you just want to eat him up?

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SUNDAY SNOG: THE RELIC

Hi folks.  This week I'm joining the fabulous Victoria Blisse in her Sunday Snogs.  After you've read mine, you should check out all the other "Snogs" too!  Click on the Graphic or the link at the end to go to her blog and see all the links to the sexy excerpts!


This snog scene is from one of my favourite books : THE RELIC.  It's a steamy action adventure and I hope you like Magda and Vince as much as I do:

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          Why did she do it? Why did she always have to go and piss him off and then totally throw him off balance by being so damn sexy? There was one thing for sure— being around Magda was never boring.
         And she was probably the most fuckable woman he knew.
         Just watching her swing those hips as she overtook him on the path back to the hut got him all hot and bothered. The Islamic disguise flapped carelessly in the breeze as it hung discarded over her shoulder and it reminded him of the trouble it was for her to stay in character. Nope, she wasn’t the submissive type at all, although from memory… she didn’t mind at all when a man took charge in the sack, as long as they got to switch every now and then.
         She turned her head and gave him a cheeky grin. “What are you smiling about, Stone? I’m kicking your butt out here in the jungle, you wimp! Pick up the pace why don’t you or it’ll be dark before we get back to the hut.”
         He chuckled to himself as the memories stirred his cock to life. He shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much when they were in such deep shite, but he couldn’t help it.
        “Not everyone can be a jungle warrior woman like you. Mags, but put me in my favoured environment and I am the Master.”
         She stopped and turned to face him, hands on her hips and a big grin on her beautiful face.      “Favoured environment? Where would that be? In a kiddies’ playground?”
         Moving quickly, he reached her, grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him, their lips so close he could feel her sweet little breaths teasing his mouth. “Playground is right, Mags, but no kids are allowed where I am talking about. Strictly ‘Adults Only’.”
        She gasped, and he saw that cute little nervous tic at the side of her mouth just begging to be kissed, but he hesitated, waiting to see what she would do next.
        “You sound pretty sure of yourself, Stone. That’s very arrogant of you,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
        “Not at all,” he breathed back, moving his free hand to the small of her neck and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’m very good at what I do, and I’m not afraid to prove it.”
         She moaned softly and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth covered hers and demanded entrance. She tasted of the tangy mangosteens they’d eaten for breakfast as his tongue explored her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
        Right now.
        Right here.
        Slow and easy, and making it last until their bodies exploded. He let go of her shirt and slid his hand inside, covering her bare breast with his palm. She kept her arms by her side, but her nipple pebbled hard in to his hand and he couldn’t resist rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
       “Oh God,” she gasped as she broke away, leaning her head to the side allowing him to trail his mouth over the softness of her beautiful neck. He could feel the heat rising on her skin as her breathing became more ragged the more he touched her. Jeezus, she was on fire!
         He moved his hand from her shirt and slid it under the waistband of her shorts, slowly inching towards her gorgeous pussy. His cock leapt for joy when his index finger entered her body.
      “Jeezus, Mags, you’re so wet.”
       Her body stiffened, and he felt her withdraw from him, physically and emotionally. Shit, he’d fucked up again. Carefully, he removed his hands and took a step back from her, his breathing uneven and coming in short spurts.
       Magda stared at his face, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and full of confusion. “We can’t do this, Vincent,” she whispered.
       Aw shit… you’re a fucking idiot, Vince!
       “I’m sorry, Mags. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but you just don’t know what you do to me.”
        A hint of a smile came over her lips. “Yes, I do, Vincent. Me and every other woman who crosses your path.”
        Ouch.

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MONDAY MAGIC- Mina Dorian

Good morning everyone!  It's time to welcome my last guest for MONDAY MAGIC for 2011 - my fellow TEB author and all round wonderful Mina Dorian!  I have to say, I've read the SUBSPACE anthology, and Mina's story ACCIDENTAL SUB and I'm still fanning myself now!  What's not to love? BSDM, hot Doms! Love it!

Take it away Mina!



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A hunk from the past

First of all, many thanks Maggie, for letting me hijack your blog today and happy holidays to you all!

Christmas time always reminds me of my gran. She passed away just before Christmas ten years ago. While it still makes me sad to think that she is no longer with me I also have wonderful memories of her, which make me smile every time I think of her.

My gran was the coolest grandmother in the world (okay, I admit I'm biased, but I swear it's true!) and a wonderful storyteller. I used to hang on her every word when she told me her memories. We used to sit in her workshop – she was an artist – and she would draw or paint and talk at the same time. She always wore men's pants and shirts, sleeves rolled up to her elbows to give her room to work, her beautiful, thick gray hair held back with a colorful bandana. There were usually paint smudges on her clothes and her face, but somehow she still managed to look like a true lady. I guess it was her bearing more than anything else. She was petite, with dark hair and brown eyes and an easy grace that came natural to the women of her generation. She used to say with pride that there was gypsy blood somewhere in her ancestry and I'm inclined to believe her.

Judging from her stories, she must have been quite a hottie in her time – and I suspect I only ever got the edited version of her memories. She used to tell me of her travels all over Europe and the people she met. She spoke French and German fluently and had a smattering of Italian and Polish. One of her best friends was a Polish writer and she had some drawings of him in her workshop. They were mostly pencil sketches of him working at a typewriter, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He was handsome, with dark, slightly ruffled hair and a wide, generous mouth. I remember that, as a romantically inclined teenager, I used to wish I would one day meet a man like him – tall, handsome and broodingly intellectual (come to think of it – that still is my type…).

Of course, as a teenager I never got to see the best picture of the lot. Gran must have kept it hidden from my innocent eyes, and I only discovered it by accident, many years later, when I was helping her sort through some older works she wanted to sell. It was an unfinished oil painting – some of the background was missing – but it was still gorgeous. I instantly recognized the Polish writer from the sketches. In this painting, he was naked, leaning back against the railing of what looked like a French window, his head thrown back with the sunlight full on his face. He was also sporting the most impressive erection I have ever seen outside of porn. When I finally managed to look away from him and over at my octogenarian grandmother, the smile playing around her lips said it all.

So, now you see why I think my gran was the coolest grandmother in the world. She always told me that a woman should live her dreams and that is basically what I'm doing at the moment: I am living the dream of seeing my stories published. My only regret is that my gran didn't live long enough to see me achieve my dream. I'm pretty sure she would have enjoyed reading my stories just as much as I enjoyed hearing hers.

To give you an impression of what kind of story I'm talking about, here's an excerpt from my most recent novella The Accidental Sub. It's available from Total-E-Bound in the Subspace Anthology – with a host of other hot stories – and it will come out as a stand-alone novella on 2 January. Here you go: 

One minute to go. She checked her makeup in her pocket mirror, then had to readjust her top again. Thirty seconds. She peeked out through the glass doors but couldn't see much of the street. At eight o'clock sharp a black Saab convertible pulled to the kerb, just as she stepped out of the building. The roof was closed so she couldn't see the driver but the passenger door was opened for her from the inside and she didn't hesitate to get into the car.

He looked even more handsome than she remembered, in black jeans and a tight black T-shirt that fitted his broad, muscular upper body to perfection. His short brown hair was combed back, and a pair of black Ray Bans dangled from the neckline of his T-shirt. He was definitely gorgeous enough to eat, and Catherine had a strong compulsion to lick his body from head to toe.

He said, "Good evening, Catherine." His deep voice went straight to her G-spot and her knees went weak.

She risked another brief glance at him and whispered a shy 'Hello', before turning to fasten her seatbelt. Suppressing the insane urge to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her right here in the car, she meekly folded her hands in her lap and stared at the floor. He started the engine and pulled away from the kerb. Catherine didn't dare ask him where they were going. She felt completely at his mercy, and a delightful shiver of anticipation ran through her body.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered as they stopped at a traffic light. A feeling of calm spread slowly through Catherine’s whole body. It was such a relief to cede responsibility to him. She wriggled forward in the seat and clasped her wrists behind the small of her back. No longer self-conscious about how she looked, she attuned herself to his wishes, anticipating the pleasure of his touch.

He took one hand off the wheel and reached over to pull her cowl neck down below her waist and expose both breasts. He gave an appreciative ‘Hmm’ when her nipples hardened in the cool evening air. He slipped his hand between her legs, nudging her thighs apart as far as they would go in the short skirt. “I like the outfit,” he commented and slipped one long finger into her, then ran it through her folds to spread the moisture. “Hmm,” he rumbled again. His hand slipped lower and his probing fingers found the butt plug. “Very nice.”

He tapped the end lightly, sending shivers of dark delight up Catherine’s spine. She imagined him taking her from behind, fucking first her pussy and then her arsehole. The vivid mental images made her so wet she was sure she would leave a puddle on the seat.

The light turned green and he took his hand away abruptly to put it back on the steering wheel. Catherine felt strangely bereft without his touch. She clenched her mouth shut around a tiny whimper of frustration.


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