SELF IMAGE & SEXUALITY - with Fiona Archer

Intro

A huge thanks to Maggie Nash for inviting me on her blog today. Maggie suggested I post whatever I fancy. After asking my readers what they’d like to see here, I’ve chosen to share some of my thoughts on how our self-image affects our sexuality. It’s an integral part of my heroine’s journey in my latest book release, and I believe an issue close to many of our hearts.

Let’s face it; the idea of stripping down and standing naked in front of a lover can be scary. No, let me change that to terrifying. Our minds are conditioned to some mythical clothing size being the litmus test of our worthiness for man, society, and just about every other factor in a woman’s life.

For those of us that fall way outside that magical X classification, it can be a lonely existence, one we try to fill with food, reading, and anything else that lets us hide from that cold, unforgiving world.

Reagan Edwards, my heroine in High-Stakes Loving is, well, curvy. She believes she could lose thirty pounds and still have extra softness. That feeling of being fat, and not pretty, has held her back in some aspects of her life. She’s allowed the taunting voices of the “mean-girl brigade” during her teenage years to twist her reality of how she looks. Those jibes of “fat girl, fat girl” and the pointed stares in the gym change room crystalized from sheer rudeness to form some kind of witness statement of her unworthiness and lack of beauty.

There’s a sense of tragedy to how easily some of us allow such stupid remarks to eradicate our self-confidence in one area and yet bolster us to stand up for ourselves in another. We’ll fight for respect against a misogynistic twit in a professional setting who wants us to stay in a dead-end job because apparently a vagina means you lack intelligence. However, the idea of walking from the bed to the bathroom whilst naked and in full view of a man who professes to be in lust with us is beyond contemplating.

The fear of rejection is crippling. You put yourself out there. Then someone, a person whom you’ve allowed to get close to your heart—and maybe for all the wrong reasons, because truly they didn’t deserve such an honor in the first place—leaves you hanging on that cliff. You’re stunned, then numb, and then the need to retreat takes over. Once again, you’re hiding under your blanket of anonymity.

Luckily for Reagan, she has two Doms, Mike Langley and Quinn Sullivan, who refuse to allow her to stay hidden under that toxic shield. It’s only after they rip it away from her and force her through her personal firewall of fear and rejection that Reagan discovers that not only is she desirable, but that her very self is what gives joy and beauty to these men.

In many respects, writing Reagan’s journey was a cathartic experience for me, including her awakening of her own beauty.

It’s important to add, there is only one person who allows you to keep up a distorted view of yourself. And that’s you. So be kind to yourself. In fact, show yourself some respect and consider the idea that you have always been beautiful. You just haven’t opened your eyes wide enough to see.


Love,

Fiona

High-Stakes Loving, King’s Bluff, Wyoming 2

Blurb

Former SEALs Quinn and Mike have discovered in King’s Bluff, Wyoming, a town that embraces ménage and BDSM lifestyles.  Even better, they found a sweet woman they could love—if they could only gain the shy librarian’s trust. Overhearing that she adores capture fantasy stories, the two Doms know exactly how to get her attention.
Trapped between two experienced Masters, Reagan surrenders. They’re commanding, determined, yet gentle, and everything she ever wanted. Even as she learns what it is to be cherished, a secret from the past emerges, threatening her reputation. She hires her lovers to investigate, expecting them to be on her side. But the damning evidence they uncover rocks their relationship.

As pressure for the truth mounts, danger stalks Reagan. Someone out there believes secrets are best left buried.

Long-held misconceptions and fears stand in their way, risking their futures and allowing the threat closer. The three must fight as one for their love to survive.

Excerpt

Mike pushed the door closed with the kind of unhurried movement that reeked of confidence. He leaned back against the wood, crossing his arms over his chest. Quinn stepped forward, hat in one hand and a black gym bag in the other.

She frowned and glanced up at his face.

“A SEAL always keeps a bag handy. Mike and I have everything we need in here.” He dropped the bag at his feet, followed by his hat.

“Everything?” She guessed he meant more than a clean shirt and deodorant.

“For tonight anyway.” Quinn stalked forward, his body now so close she had to lift her chin high to meet his gaze. “Reality-check time. I’ll ask you again. Do you want this, Reagan? Because we’re not some pansy-ass Ken doll version of Doms.” He caught her wrists and drew them behind her back, holding them there with one hand.

Her pussy throbbed. She tested his hold, wanting, no, needing to struggle. He tightened his grip. Firm. Inescapable.

Quinn used his grip to push her up against him. “You’re caught, sweetness. And that’s just a preview of things to come. We’re gonna order you about, tie you up, eat your pussy till you’re begging us to let you come, say no because that’s the kind of bastards we are, then we’re gonna eat you up all over again.” He lifted his free hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I want to discover all the ways you light up when we bury our cocks inside that warm heaven between your legs. You’ll come when we say so and not before. Defy us and you’ll be punished. Still interested?”

Dominated. Tied. Theirs.

Her mouth opened but her voice refused to cooperate.

Mike pushed off the door. “We need the words, Reagan.”

“Y-yes.”

Quinn lessened his hold until her hands fell away to her sides. Somehow, the action left her…bereft.

“Strip,” Mike ordered.

“Here, in the hallway?” They had to be kidding.

Mike’s mouth pressed down in a harsh line. But it was his cold stare washing over her like an icy bath that made her gulp.

She hurried to remove her shirt and tank top. Her fingers struggled to get a grip, as if covered in woolen mittens. Why did the guys have to stand so close?

Dragging the tank top over her head, the easy-fit cotton now impersonated skin-tight spandex, hooking on her elbows until with one hard pull, she managed to lurch free. Sexy, Reagan. With her gaze lowered, she dropped the clothing at her feet.

Thank God for front-closing bras. Her breasts spilled out. Don’t think about all that pale skin. Just hurry. They’re waiting. The white cotton joined the rest of her clothing. After toeing off her sneakers, she pulled her panties down with her jeans.

The cool air wafted over her bare skin. She shivered. There she was, naked in front of Mike and Quinn. And yet, every part of her was alive with a slow burn that kindled from deep between her legs. She moved her gaze from Quinn’s boots to her chest. The hard points of her nipples stood like beacons, screaming her arousal.

Oh, heck, her breasts. She raised her arms.

“Hands by your sides, sugar.” Quinn’s deep voice cut in.

Lowering her hands was like refusing to swim even as the water closed over her head. Her fingers twitched. A tightness filled her belly. Standing there, like a horse on display, seemed so wrong. Shouldn’t she argue back?

“We’re going to push you, Reagan. Well beyond what you’re used to from a partner. In or out of bed.” Mike tilted his head. “Have you been with a Dom before?”

“No.” Only in her dreams. This reality was so much more.

Mike walked behind her.

She forced herself not to swivel around. Look ahead. Chin up.

A line of knuckles brushed against her butt cheek.

She started. Her breasts jiggled.

Mike’s chuckle singed her ears. “Easy, sub.”

She dragged her gaze up to Quinn’s face. The heat of his stare made her stomach muscles quiver, as if he’d twirled a feather over her belly button.

“Ever been tied up?” Mike’s hand curved over her hip.

“No.” Her face heated. It seemed so foreign and carnal, talking about bondage in such a matter-of-fact way.

“Spanked?”

“N-no.” She coughed past the shag pile carpet coating her throat. “I haven’t done anything, besides, you know, normal stuff.” Two lovers at college and an ex-boyfriend in Sheridan. All missionary men, and she wasn’t talking bibles.

This time Quinn chuckled. “We’re gonna open up a whole new world for you, sweetheart.”

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Sharing Nicely with Victoria Blisse - Adult excerpt!

Today I am delighted to share the vivacious Victoria Blisse's new release with you.  What's not to like about a yummy menage? And another gorgeous cover from Totally Bound!

Enjoy!

Two
hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be
happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs
her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is
attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are
life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry.
They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to
possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers
and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat
and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart.
She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas
and extravagant gifts.

Reader
Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

Excerpt:

“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”

“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.

“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”

If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.

“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”

“Where are you staying?”

While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.

When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.

“So, are we actually ready now?”

Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.

“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”

“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”

Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.

“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.

“Yes, please, Chester.”

I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.

“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.

“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.

“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.

“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”

“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”

Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.

I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.

But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.

I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.

They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.

We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.

“What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.

“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”

“I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”

Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.

“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”

When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.

“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”

“This is you being nice?”

“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”

“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.

“Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.

Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”

“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.

“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.

“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.

We pulled apart and I had to pant to regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.

“I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.

“Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back, placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.

“Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now you’re even.”

The guys glowered at each other. I looked around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of his skill.

“Thank you,” I called. He nodded his head politely and walked off.

I knew a little about wine and champagne, only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my water.

“Shall we take the rest of the bottle to my room?”

I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had said.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the bar.”

It took a moment to register that Greg Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a fairy tale to be actually real.

“I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I should be impressed. Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I wasn’t sure.

“My room has the best view over the city,” Greg snapped.

“Yes, that’s what they tell people who can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”

“Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud. The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.

“Look. You are both very rich, I get it. You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging and gathered my thoughts.

“Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile dissipated. “I’m sorry.”

“Well—” I tried to continue with my tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not quite sure what happened.

“I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite, it’s a lovely room.”

Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?

“Yes, let’s,” Darren nodded. “Please, Kerry?”

I challenge any woman alive to not cave in when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome men. I couldn’t do it.

“Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the way.”

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Bio: Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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AUGUST ALFRESCO - Illuminations

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Excerpt from ILLUMINATIONS by Maggie Nash

Genre: Victorian/Menage/Voyeur/BDSM light

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.

Darius led Gemma to the place in the garden he had prepared earlier. A high hedge enclosed this section, creating a private but open space. A large oak tree stood in the centre of the clearing, shading it from the summer sun.

She was skittish and he feared that she might not go through with it. He needed to work quickly and led her to the tree.

She hesitated. “What are you going to do?”

He smiled at her, stroking her face to soothe away the lines of worry around her mouth. “I am going to bring you great pleasure.”

She turned her head side to side. “But where are the others?”

“I felt it would be better to ease you into this. To earn your trust one step at a time.”

He directed her to stand with her back against the tree. “You are beginning to trust me, aren’t you?”

Her eyes widened and she nodded, so he placed a scarf over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.

“You are very quiet, little one. Do you wish to continue?”

She hesitated, taking in a deep breath before speaking. “Yes, I think so.”

“You think so? Or you are sure?”

Her voice became firmer, more confident as the freedom of the blindfold took over.

“Yes, I am sure.”

He let out a breath, relieved she was still willing, for his body was ready to explode. He wanted her. No other woman would suffice. “Then we shall begin. Relax and enjoy. I know that I will.”

“Thank you, Darius.”

He laughed.  “It will be my pleasure.”

He removed her apron first, reaching behind her to untie the bow before tossing it on the grass. “I need you to keep very still while we get ready, and try not to speak unless you wish me to stop. Is that understood?”

She nodded.

“Excellent.”

He took his time removing her gown. As each tiny button was unfastened, more of her pale skin was revealed. When he reached her waist he pulled the rest of the gown to her ankles and lifted her feet one by one to remove it completely.

Seeing Jamie at the edge of the clearing, Darius beckoned his friend, who started to remove Gemma’s underskirt.

She shivered and goose pimples appeared all over her skin.

Darius moved closer and brushed her lips with his own. “Are you well, little one?”

She sighed into his lips and nodded.

“You are doing very well. I am very pleased,” he said just before kissing her again. She smiled against his lips and his heart jumped. Stepping back, he waited while Jamie lifted her chemise, forcing her arms over her head to release it. Before her arms could drop, he wrapped a silk rope around each wrist, tying her arms around the tree. Her soft sigh was the only indication that she was affected by this sudden move. 

While Jamie took off her drawers, Darius stood back to admire her lush body.

“You are a work of art, my dear Gemma.”

“She certainly is,” Jamie said.

Gemma gasped and lost her balance, falling against the ties.

As Jamie held her arm and helped her regain her footing, Darius cupped her face with both hands. “Take a deep breath, little one. This is what you wanted, is it not?”

She did as he told her and breathed out slowly, reacting to his soothing words.

“Well done. You are now ready to begin.”

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THURSDAY TEASER: Morgan Fox's Stone Temptation

Hi folks...it's been a while since I did a Thursday Teaser, and today I have a great one!

Morgan Fox has one hot book coming out today :-)

Blurb:

[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, HEA]

Ex-marine Stone McGraw stalks into Temptation to resolve unfinished business, but nothing could prepare him for what happens next. Meeting Gracie Myles, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, changes everything.

Deputy James Ryan spent most of his life angry about past mistakes he can do nothing about. Coming face-to-face with Gracie triggers emotions he never expected, but can’t get enough of.

For years, Gracie endured a past filled with regret and emotional darkness. Wanting a fresh start, she seeks a job with the sheriff’s office, but a new life may not be possible as her past quickly catches up to her.

A well-known drug dealer followed Gracie and is threatening everything she has come to love.

Now Gracie’s life rests in the hands of Stone and James. Can they save her from harm, put an end to their differences, and keep her from running from her past?



STORY EXCERPT

Gracie had so many worries about starting over, but mostly about people figuring out what her life had once been like. She never wanted to return to that ugly, vile place again.

“Most folks are, until they stab you in the back.”

She arched a brow. “Does that bit of advice come with personal experience?”

“Sadly, yes.” Stone’s eyes grew heavy as he reviewed the menu in front of him. “That’s why I’m here, to set things right with an old friend.”

Before Gracie could ask any more questions, Madeline returned with the teas. “Have you decided on lunch?”

“Yes, I think so,” Gracie said. “I’d like the club sandwich with fries.” She glanced toward Stone, letting him know it was his turn to order.

“I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings.”

Gracie inwardly sighed. “Well, I guess you’re not kissing anyone tonight,” she said with a giggle. Then her gaze settled upon Stone, whose eyes were filled with wicked surprise. Gracie felt her chest tighten and her pulse race.

The desired heat within his eyes intensified as he asked, “Is there something I should know about tonight, Gracie Myles?”

Holy shit! Was he asking if she planned to kiss him as a waitress hovered beside them? Is this what honest flirting was?

“I’ll get this out in a flash,” Madeline said, turning quickly from their table.

Gracie’s mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips, looking everywhere but directly at him. “Are you done teasing me, Stone?”

He shrugged. “You’re the one who brought up kissing me.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and eyed him. “I did not!”

“Yes, you did.”

Calming herself, she explained, “I made a general statement.”

He pinched his brow tight at the bridge of his nose. “So you don’t want to kiss me then?”

She locked onto his sexy gaze, and her heart thumped hard in her chest. “Stop,” she demanded, lowering her voice as to not draw attention. Her entire body was humming with excitement. Stone was a dangerous man. He was making her tingle just by looking at her. His teasing words had her mind racing with thoughts of sex without inhibitions.

“Stop what?” He grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not the only one.”

She crinkled her forehead. “What are you talking about?”

He licked his lips, and a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad you’re thinking about kissing me.” She started to argue until he added, “Because I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

Her mouth formed a small O.

“What?” he said, surprise in his deep voice. “Has no one ever made a comment like this to you before?”

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“Now that amazes me.” He slowly reached across the table, brushed her thick, wavy hair back from her face, and gently stroked her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You’re a beautiful girl, Gracie, and you have a mouth—”

Madeline returned with a pitcher of tea. Gracie eased back in the booth, and Stone’s hand quickly fell away. Silence loomed over the table as she topped off both glasses. Gracie smiled, and it was the fakest smile she’d ever plastered on her face. She couldn’t stop wondering what Stone had been about to say. She also couldn’t stop wondering if she’d enjoy being kissed by a man who clearly wanted her. That idea alone warmed her in places that had never felt so alive.

Gracie quickly picked up her glass and took a big gulp of tea to wet the dryness that had suddenly consumed her throat. Placing the glass on the table, she met Stone’s gaze head on. “You were saying?”

He grinned wide as his gaze explored her. He started at her long fingers, trailed slowly up her arm, over the tight T-shirt that covered her now sensitive breasts, and up her neck until he finally locked eyes with her once again. “You’re beautiful, and a mouth like yours was made for kissing.”

For the first time in her life she was turned on because her body wanted to be. She was attracted to Stone, and she couldn’t help but blush over his directness. She instantly felt naked under his greedy stare, and she liked it.

Gracie smiled shyly and then said, “Please excuse me.” She scooted out of the booth and walked to the bathroom.

Once she was there, she leaned against the door and rested her head on the hard wood. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sighed heavily.

Stone had a way of making her blush, and that was incredibly hard to do with the experience she’d had with men. Still, there was something so different, so amazingly sensual about him that was driving her wild. She took a few moments to gather herself, splashing some cool water on her face.

As she returned to the table, the aroma from Stone’s cheeseburger filled her nostrils. The scent was mouthwatering as was the sight of him studying her as she sat back down in the booth.

“Here you go,” Madeline said, placing their meals in front of them. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Gracie suddenly realized she needed directions to the nearest lodgings. She wasn’t likely to hang out in the diner all night, and who better to ask than a local? “Yes, actually, where is the nearest hotel?”

Stone choked on his tea, and his eyes widened.

Here's where you can  buy it: http://www.bookstrand.com/stone-temptation

Thanks for being my guest today Morgan!

So folks - what do you think? HOT HOT HOT!

THURSDAY TEASER - Morticia Knight - ADULT excerpt

Today we have a hot little excerpt from fellow TEB author Morticia Knight.  She writes some of my favourite genres - Menage, BDSM...what's not to like?

Here's a snippet from her upcoming release which is a story in the ALL TOGETHER NOW anthology to be released on May 7th at Total-e-bound.

Enjoy!

And can I just say I LOVE the covers from Total-e-bound!

Adult Excerpt from “The Perfect Third”, a contemporary MFM Menage that is included in the All Together Now Anthology which is available May 7^th from Total-E-Bound Publishing. All rights reserved.

Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.

“Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”

Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.

“Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”

Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’

“Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”

“Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”

Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.

“Any requests?”

He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.

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You can find out more about Morticia at her AUTHOR PAGE

Thanks so much for sharing with us today Morticia! It's on my wish list!

STOP THE PRESSES!

I've managed to talk the lovely Shannon Peters in to sharing a teaser from her story in this same Anthology.  Here it is here...enjoy!

THE TRIUMVERATE'S CONSORT by Shannon Peters

She stepped off the kerb—but her foot didn’t hit the ground.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, a big hand clapped over her mouth, and she was swung off her feet and carried into the dark alley.

Evie struggled against her captor. She managed to kick him in the shin, and was satisfied when she heard a grunt.

“Help me hold her, Taz,” a voice growled near her ear.

Then there were two pairs of arms clutching her. She was held in a strong grip, with a man’s arm around her torso, and another around her waist, and two warm, muscular bodies bracketing her own. Rain pelted down on all of them, the tall buildings lining the alley providing little protection from the elements. She tried to turn her head, to see her captors.

The men from the pub.

She didn’t have time for this. Baxter was probably striding up and down the meeting room now, fuming at her tardiness.

The dark-haired man from the pub stepped in front of her. He removed his sunglasses.

Blue.

His eyes were blue, but not a normal blue. It was like looking into a pool, with mesmerising blends of blue, silver and dark indigo shifting and swirling. Weird, yet beautiful. Evie halted her struggling, captivated by his glimmering eyes. Eyes weren’t supposed to swirl. He slid a soothing hand down the side of her face.

“Hush, my sweet. We mean you no harm.”

www.shannonpeters.com.au 

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Oooh, sounds wonderful! Love that name Evie too :-)