Saturday, October 22, 2016

A Vision of New Orleans (#eroticromance #suspense #firstnovel @AnniFifeAuthor)

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By Anni Fife (Guest Blogger)

I began writing Luke’s Redemption in June last year. It was one month after I left the city for the beach, and changed my life forever. It was also the first book I had ever written, or even attempted to write. I was able to stave off my panic because I already had my basic plot outlined. The idea came flowing into my head a few nights before my departure. It was around midnight. I don’t know what triggered my creative juices, but suddenly I could hear Katya’s footsteps beating a desperate rhythm down a dark cobble-stoned road in the early hours of the morning. It was dead quiet. New Orleans was hung over from Mardi Gras. As I watched her, I realized I was looking through the scope of a sniper lens. Was I her hunter or her hero? Or both? My story unfurled at such a rapid pace I was terrified I’d fall asleep, and when I woke my idea, like an elusive dream, would be gone. In a mad spin, I turned on my bedside lamp, and spent the next hour typing manically on my iPhone. When I turned off the light, I had the beginnings of my novel. The next time I looked at it was one month later, when I sat down to write.

Completing my debut novel has been a wild journey. Seven months to write it. Two months to edit. Two months to secure a publishing contract. And now here I am, ready for release.

I wrote Luke’s Redemption for my own tastes. So if you like contemporary erotic romances with a lot of angst and some suspense; hot alpha heroes with damage; smart sassy heroines, also with some damage; and burning chemistry that dictates lots of conflict, and even more heat—then why don’t you give this story a go?


Red-hot sex. Searing betrayal. A passionate and elusive love…

Chased by her criminal kingpin father, Katya Dalca runs to New Orleans and straight into the arms of Luke Hunter. Sucked into the carnal world of the French Quarter, she succumbs to Luke’s potent sexuality. He not only steals her breath, he steals her heart and the only leverage she has against her father. She is left with no choice except to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life alone.

Undercover DEA agent Luke Hunter thought his newest assignment—recover a stolen flash drive to gain the trust of the Russian mob—was like any other. But his target brings him to his knees, and after one taste of her intoxicating beauty, he's in too deep. Doing his job means walking away, leaving his heart behind with nothing but a promise to reunite. It's a promise he can't keep.

When Katya's past reaches out and her world unravels, her only hope is the one man she is most vulnerable to—Luke.


Luke and I drove alone. Lily insisted she was traveling with Gray and Tane, and clambered into their SUV before anybody could stop her. I didn’t want to argue with Lily. She was still processing the scare of seeing Dani unconscious, and Gray was a safe distraction for her. My distraction was my confrontation with Anna. I asked Luke about the beautiful—but skanky—Russian. All he would say was she worked with Nicu when he was undercover. A tense silence filled the vehicle and for the rest of our drive I mulled over how Anna fitted into the picture. There had been a weird vibe between Luke and Anna that I couldn’t let go of.

Had he used Anna the same way he used me? What could she have had that he needed? Maybe he just liked her!

We pulled into the underground parking at King Security and Luke parked the SUV in line with several other huge black Ford Expeditions. It appeared King Security had its own fleet.

Unable to stop myself, I blurted, “You were with Anna when you were undercover with my father, weren’t you?”

Luke pulled the keys from the ignition. In the deafening silence I didn’t think he was going to answer. Then he turned to me and bit out. “Yes!”

Wow! I didn’t expect him to be so honest. I sat back and folded my arms, tight. Damn, his answer hurt me. “So you make a habit of lying to your women? Being with them while you’re pretending to be someone you’re not? Is that your thing?”

She wasn’t my woman,” Luke growled. “She was just a woman. She was there, I was there. It was never deep and it sure as hell wasn’t forever. Then it was over, and I made certain she was clear of the investigation. That was it.” He leaned towards me and said impatiently, “That tell you what you want to know?”

Not even close. You made love to her didn’t you?”

Hell no!” Luke snarled. “I fucked her. Like I have all the other women in my life. There’s only one woman I ever made love to Katya. And that was you.”

I went rigid, stunned into silence. Luke turned to open his car door. “You didn’t make love to me, Michael did,” I whispered.

He quickly turned back and leaned in close, right up to my face. His breath smelled lightly of coffee. I stopped breathing when his inky gaze drifted from my eyes to my mouth then back again. I felt cornered but also strangely alive. Then in his rough, oh so sexy voice, he replied, “You can wish that as hard as you want, sweetheart, but it was me, Luke, sliding through your innocence, taking everything you had to give. And it was my cock driving you to come, baby. Over and over again!” He stared at me a moment longer, then climbed out of the car, slamming the door closed.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Passionate Women! (#lesfic #lgbtq #eroticromance @AuthorHKCarlton @PridePublishing)

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By H K Carlton (Guest Blogger)

Thank you, Lisabet, for inviting me back. This time I'm bringing a few friends along. Shhh, they don't know it yet. My latest release is a part of an anthology. My first one! I'm excited to see my name alongside the lovely Lucy Felthouse, Helena Maeve, RA. Padmos and Cari Z as a part of the Ladies Only Antho from Pride Publishing.

For me, it all started with the submission call for Ladies Only. The specs: Passionate women who stand up for what they believe, strong female leads and exciting plots...

Oh the possibilities.

Lately, writing wise, I've been on an organized crime and exotic dancer kick. And what else goes hand-in-hand with the mob than the Feds.

I'm also a big fan of episodic cop shows which often feature strong female characters. For my contribution to the Ladies Only antho, In the Flesh, our female protag is an ATF agent who's next assignment takes her into the seedy underworld of organized crime. Even when it came to the naming the lead, Kate Benson, I combined the names of my favourite female TV detectives, Olivia Benson (SVU) and Kate Beckett (Castle). Two tough yet feminine women who kick ass and clean up this messed up world on a weekly basis. Who's with me? Any Castle and Law & Order fans out there?

I have a deep respect and appreciation for all law enforcement. Often a thankless job, and in this day and age, a scary and unpredictable one.

In the Flesh is a nod to the phenomenal woman who fight crime, right the wrongs and make this world a better place and in this case, look damn sexy doin' it.

Meet Kate & Carly...

Blurb: In the Flesh by H K Carlton

Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems…

Assigned the unenviable task of taking down the untouchable Travino crime family, undercover ATF Agent Kate Benson and her veteran partner Mike Pennington are thrown into the seedy underworld of organized crime.

Kate is asked to draw on her past experience as a dancer and infiltrate one of Travino’s skin clubs, In the Flesh.

Posing as Vivienne, Kate meets exotic dancer Carly. From the moment they first dance together, she can’t seem to keep her mind or her greedy hands off the dynamic dancer. Together they sizzle on stage and off. She soon realizes she’s falling for Carly but knows from past experience that beginning a relationship built on half-truths is a recipe for failure.

As Kate attempts to straddle the line between doing her job and being as honest as she can be with Carly, while still maintaining her cover, Kate and Mike are caught snooping around the club after hours by none other than the mob boss himself.

And Kate knows there’s not a two-step in the world that can save them now.


Bring on Carly,” one guy shouted, inciting the horde into a steady chant.

Carly. Carly.”

My God.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Could they drag this out any more?”
I believe this is called fever pitch, baby.”

The entire place plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the audience. Several seconds ticked by before the spotlight hit center stage.

In the circular glow stood a woman with her back to the crowd, dressed in a navy croptop and high-cut leather shorts, barely covering her shapely bottom. Thigh-high black boots hugged long beautiful legs, spread wide in a provocative stance.

Shrill whistles and lewd comments ensued, but Kate hardly noticed. A low hum of excitement began in her stomach.

An obscure warble pulsed through the sound system. The dancer rolled her shoulder to the weird rhythm.

It was a strange song. The beat seemed off for the kind of bump-and-grind expected.

With an impressive one-eighty, Carly faced the crowd, dressed as a cop. What Kate had mistaken for a crop-top was, in fact, a standard blue, beat cop’s dress shirt, tied at the waist, giving a tantalizing view of her belly. Pinned to one breast pocket was a shiny gold badge. On her head, an official-looking cap. Dark-lensed, gold-rimmed aviators topped off the look.

Oh, yeah, there was a twinge.

Another round of catcalls faded when the beat of the music tripled, fast and loud. It pounded in Kate’s chest.

In an exaggerated runway walk, Carly strutted the long catwalk splitting either side of the audience. A set of handcuffs swayed at her waist. She had a rockin’ body. A dancer’s body. Strong and muscular in all the right places, not bulky or angular.

She removed the sunglasses, tucking them at her ample cleavage, again diverting Kate’s attention to the swell of breasts pushed up in the vee of the shirt.

After inventorying her lovely assets, Kate zeroed in on her face. At that moment, Kate realized she’d met this gorgeous woman before. Several times. But always in another capacity. She was the sexy-as-fuck woman from the office. Body and brains.

Awesome investigative work, Kate, she berated. Granted, she always seemed to have a different hair color and style, along with slightly altered makeup. A true chameleon, an asset in this sort of work.

Carly looked down at her and winked before making her way back to the main stage. Kate’s gaze went straight to her shapely ass, following the long line of her dynamic legs.

There's already a wonderful review from Alpha Book Club, if you'd like to check it out. In the Flesh received 5 stars and a 'Holy Hotness' from reviewer Arlyna and I'm thrilled! Read the full review here:

Ladies Only Anthology

Genre: contemporary lesbian erotic romance
Release Date: September 27
Publisher: Pride Publishing

With stories by:

Lucy Felthouse - Window Dressing
RA Padmos - The Tiny Blue House
Cari Z - Worth a Shot
Helena Maeve - The Woman Next Door
H K Carlton - In the Flesh

Grab your copy today!

Also Available in Print

About H K

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres and couplings.

* * * H K * * *

I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.


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Monday, October 17, 2016

Listen to Lucy's Ghosts! (#lesfic #halloween #audiobook @cw1985)

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Just in time for Halloween!
The critically acclaimed paranormal/ghost erotic short story, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor by Lucy Felthouse, is now available in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Xanthia Bloom, you can now listen to this spooky tale on the go!


When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

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The passion and humour Lucy injects into all her characters is a real delight… they have such depth and scream sexuality along with the cries of terror, the chemistry of the two as they share their toe curling sensual kisses and have fun in the library is wonderful and makes for a really enchanting read. Weekend at Wilderhope Manor was Short, Sweet and Spooky… One for the Things that go bump and make you want to hump pile!” 5 out of 5, Erotic Whispers

Among the festivities, the authentic relationship between Stephanie and Jenny comes through in a playful manner, and the chills build. A classic and sexy ghost story, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor titillates on multiple levels.” Night Owl Reviews Magazine

Stephanie and Jenny are so expressive in their love for each other it makes this story practically burst in flames. They spend so much time heating up the sheets that the rest of the story is merely a byline to their love affair. I would really like to see them be more interactive with their surroundings, but the sexual exploits are top notch. This is a great treat and will easily warm up any chilly day.” Coffee Time Romance

About Lucy

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of 100 Modern Erotic Classics That Youve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Cafés Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Sunday Snog 249: Halloween Heart Throbs - Rendezvous (#giveaway #pnr #bdsm)

It’s Sunday again. I’m off traveling this week, but I couldn’t leave you without a snog!

My kiss excerpt today is from my sexy BDSM ghost story, Rendezvous.

As promised, I’m giving away a book every Sunday during October. You can win a copy of this one. Just leave me a comment! Don’t forget to include your email address!

And as usual, I hope you’ll visit Victoria Blisse for more sexy Sunday Snogs!


For Rebecca, Halloween has always been special, an opportunity for her to cast off her sensible, ordinary self and assume a new look and a new identity: someone extraordinary, sensual and seductive.

When Halloween night finds her stranded by a breakdown in a seedy motel nearly a hundred miles from her friend's annual party, she's terribly frustrated and disappointed. Then she discovers that her room is haunted by the invisible but unquestionably virile ghost of a rake who seduced local women nearly half a century earlier. Gradually, the ghost unmasks Rebecca's secret desires, fulfilling every one.

By the time midnight tolls, Rebecca has come face to face with more magic than she had ever imagined.

Sulfur. Just a faint trace, as if someone had been striking old-fashioned wooden matches. I opened my eyes. The stains on the ceiling whirled dizzily for a moment before settling down.

I tried to move my arms and discovered that my bonds were gone. I was stiff from immobility. My joints complained as I brought my legs together, sat up, and scanned the dingy, run-down interior.

My costume hung limply on the door. The corner was empty, no whip, just a couple of dust bunnies. There were no ropes, no stockings dangling from the bed posts. It was so quiet that I could hear the dripping of the shower faucet.

I was alone, or so it seemed. Something in my chest seemed to shatter.

Then I realised that the other bed was occupied.

He was tall, muscular and utterly gorgeous, with moon-pale skin and luxurious black hair that curled over his high forehead. He wore tight jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket, with a snug T-shirt underneath. I almost drooled over his sculpted cheekbones and decisive chin. His eyes were closed, shaded by thick dark lashes. He didn't seem to be breathing.

I reached out to brush my fingers over his face. “Tony?” My voice was a tentative quaver. There was no response. But it had to be him. As an invisible spirit, he had seethed with energy. Now he was inert, lifeless, definitely dead.

Tears welled up in my eyes. He had touched me. I had touched him, surrendered to him, made myself his. We had shared something real, something that would have been magical even if he had been flesh and blood instead of some spectre.

I leaned over and brushed my lips over his mouth. His lips were cool, but not stiff. I realised that, with all our carnal connections, we had not kissed. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him deeply, threading my tongue between his motionless lips, pouring out my warmth and passion.

He stirred beneath me. I pulled back. I'd never expected to wake the dead. His eyes opened and focused on my face.

Rebecca! You can see me?”

I don't know how or why, but yes, I can.” I sat back and gave him an exaggerated once over. “And I must say, I like what I see.”

Thank you, my little slut.” His smile was warm, rich and full of power. It matched his voice. He reached for me, pulled my body on top of his, and gave me a kiss that felt hot and real and unequivocally right. His reactions were real, too; I could feel his cock stiffening through the denim. I rubbed my naked cunt against him, and sensed him hardening further.

I don't really know how these things work,” he said, finally breaking away from my mouth. “Hauntings and so on. And of course, I don’t really remember much about my other —manifestations. But maybe you can see me because you're the first person who trusted me enough to let me be myself. The first person who's really touched me, since that Halloween in ‘62.”

Have you ever...has there been anyone else, since—well, you know?”

Since I died?” I flinched a little, and he laughed. “I really don’t know. I have some vague recollections, more images than memories, women writhing underneath me, pale skin marked by the whip. Maybe it’s some kind of test. Maybe there’s someone sent to meet me here, each year, to offer me a chance at redemption.”

On the other hand, maybe I’m just remembering scenes from my glory days.” He sounded slightly bitter, but then he smiled. He ran his finger along a scarlet welt which stretched from the crest of one breast into the hollow between them. I shivered at his touch. Shades of past pain flitted through me, raising answering surges of pleasure.

You know, even back then, when I was alive, the dark secret of so many of the county women—maybe I wasn’t real. I thought that I was in charge, taking what I wanted. But actually, they used me. To satisfy their bodily lusts and their nasty fantasies. When they went back to their nice, normal husbands or boyfriends, I was alone. Even then, I was just a shadow.”

You didn’t have anyone?”

He gave an empty laugh. His voice was heavy with irony. “I thought that I wanted freedom. And variety. But what did I know? I was just a kid. I was only twenty six when that bastard shot me.”

My heart ached as much as my clit. “It’s not right. You don’t deserve to be punished; that murderer does.”

I don’t know. Maybe I’m being punished for being blind, for not seeing what really mattered.” He stroked my hair and gazed at my face, silent, for a dozen breaths. “You. You’re something special, you know. You understand the power of surrender. You offer your spirit as well as your body.”

I glowed all over at his praise. “I’m pretty ordinary, really. Just a girl who happens to believe in magic.”

Too bad that I didn’t meet you—before.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. What were the chances I’d meet my soul mate in this dump of a place? What were the chances that he’d be dead?


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