Sunday, July 24, 2016

Sunday Snog 236: Calculated Risk (#erotica #sundaysnog #giveaway)

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My snog this Sunday comes from an unfinished story entitled Calculated Risk. Like many of my books, I started writing this to challenge myself; I wanted to create an erotic romance in which the characters were the opposite of exotic. My heroine Laura is an insurance agent. My hero is a shy, awkward music teacher.

More than seven years ago, I wrote three chapters of this book. Then my motivation sputtered and died. Now I’m wondering whether I should revive the tale and try to finish it.

What do you think? Read the kiss excerpt below, then give me your opinion. Would you want more from these characters?

To energize you, I’ll give away a $5 bookstore gift certificate to one randomly selected commenter!

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A knock on the door frame made me jump. "Laura, are you in there?" a hearty baritone voice called.

"Just a minute, Sam. I'm with a client." Laura scooped up my briefcase and dropped it into my lap, covering my still-open fly. She checked that all her buttons were fastened, and smoothed her hair. "Okay, you can come in."

The voice belonged to a tall, athletic-looking guy of about thirty, neatly dressed in a suit that even I could tell was expensive. "Hey, Laura, Beecham won't be happy if he finds out you're using his office."

"I'm sure that he wouldn't mind. It's so hot in the outer office today. He'd want me to make sure that our customers are comfortable."

Sam looked me over curiously. I wondered if the office smelled of sex.

"This is Mr. Rossini. His mother has a policy with us, and he came in to ask some questions about it." I noted her half-truth with some interest.

"Mr. Rossini, I'd like to introduce Sam Cooper, our top salesman."

The handshake was a bit awkward since I didn't dare stand up.

"Rossini... From Longmeadow, right?"

"Right. I'm impressed, Mr. Cooper. Do you remember every customer?"

"Pretty much. It's part of my system, the reason I'm the best in the business." Cooper laid a casual hand on Laura's shoulder. "Isn't that true, Laura?"

She smiled sweetly up at his chiselled features. I decided that I didn't like him. "There's no one who's better than you, Sam. At selling, at least."

Then she was all business again. "Did you need something, Sam?"

"No, I'm fine. Just got off the road and thought I'd check in, find out what you're up to."

"Just the usual. Doing my best for the company."

Cooper gave me a knowing smile. All the double-entendres were making me very nervous.

"Well, keep up the good work. See you at the barbecue on Saturday. Nice to meet you, Mr. Rossini."

"Shut the door behind you, will you please?" Laura called after him.

I didn't breathe again until I heard the latch click. "Do you think he knows?"

"I doubt it. He doesn't have the requisite imagination. It's too bad he didn't come in a few minutes earlier. He might have found the scene quite instructive." Laura read the shock and dismay on my face. She grinned like a mischievous child.

"Angelo, I'm only kidding." I wasn't completely sure that was true. "Look, you shouldn't worry so much. I was only having some fun." She stroked my thigh in a proprietary gesture. "It was fun, wasn't it?"

I zipped my pants, hiding my semi-stiff cock, and sat up straight. I struggled to reclaim some dignity. "That's not exactly the word that I would use."

"What word would you prefer? 'Thrilling'? 'Overwhelming'? 'Life-changing'?"

"I was thinking more of 'nasty' and 'obscene'."

"Oh, don't be such a prude! And don't pretend that you didn't like it. You can put on the moral purity act with someone else, but you don't fool me. I know you, Angelo. I know how to touch you, inside and out."

She slipped to her knees in front of me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me.

It was the last thing I expected.

The kiss was gentle, full of sweetness. I sensed her need, a vulnerability that was completely at odds with the Laura I had seen so far. Her lips melded with mine; they parted shyly. I couldn't resist the urge. I allowed my tongue to wander into her mouth, to explore her textures and tastes: minty toothpaste, black coffee, and a faint bitter tang that I knew was my own cum.

I gathered her in my arms and pulled her into my lap without breaking the kiss. Sudden passion erased her passivity. She seized me and crushed my body against hers. Our tongues tangled together. Now she was bold, vulnerability replaced by a different type of neediness. She gulped me down like water in the desert. I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care. My hands traveled over her luscious body, molding the curve of her hips, tracing the line of her spine through the thin crepe of her blouse, up along her ribs to where her soft breast was flattened against my chest. She shivered when I touched her there, and deepened her kiss.

I imagined lying naked with her, our limbs entwined. I was dying to feel her bare skin. I grabbed her blouse in the back and pulled it up, out of her waistband, then fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere.

She broke away from me. "No, not here, not now."

"I thought you got a thrill from the risk of exposure." Defiantly, I unfastened the second hook. I pressed my bare palms against the silky skin of her back, and tried to bring her mouth back to mine.

She managed somehow to extricate herself from my grasp. "Sometimes that's what I like. Sometimes it's not. Right now, I'm thinking that our first fuck should be more relaxed and comfortable than we could be in here."

I winced as the raw word tumbled from her sweet lips. She noticed.

"Oh, my poor Angelo! I'll cure you of the affliction of your innocence." Deftly, she reached behind her and refastened her bra, then tucked in her blouse. She kissed me lightly, pulling back before I could grab her again. "Don't be concerned, hon. You won't miss it."

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Cerise DeLand is back with a new hunky #NavySEAL series (#ghost #eroticromance @CeriseDeLand)

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Cerise DeLand marries off 7 BRIDES FOR 7 SEALS! 
New series starts July 22!

Do hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon and Abby Stuart have a ghost of a chance for more than a weekend?

She offers him her first class seat.

He offers her dinner.

When Abby Stuart accepts hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon’s invitation, she gets a red hot one-night stand that becomes an irresistible weekend interlude.

But when a glimpse of their past proves that their fascination could be more than a brief affair, they wonder if they have a ghost of a chance at happiness together for all their tomorrows.


We’ll do this,” he said, his rough words sounding stern as a vow. “And then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”

Oh, she wanted to curl up all right. She wanted to kiss him until the world ended. He would know, too, because hadn’t she just answered him by vibrating in his arms?

He licked his lower lip, his blue gaze probing hers and looking at her Christmasy pjs. “Honest. You and me and all your Santas. We’re going to kiss.”

She cuffed him, laughing all the way.

He did, too, and crushed her against him. “Kiss me. Make it long and make it worth four more hours to wait for another.”

You are evil, do you know that?”

The sun and moon and stars blazed across his features with delight. “Yeah. It’s what I’m paid for. Do it.”

He wouldn’t move first. That she understood. It had to be her, now or never. She leaned closer to his lips. A breath separated them. “What if once isn’t enough?”

It will be.”

Disappointment rang through her.

And he smiled, consolation ripe on his lips. “Tomorrow, I promise to kiss you anytime you ask.”

She could live like that. “You could get in trouble for conduct unbecoming.”

Baby, with you in my arms, I’ve already got that trouble, and if you don’t kiss me, I may just die before they come to throw me in the brig.”

She sank her fingers into his luscious hair, cupping the back of his head, her breasts boring into his hard naked chest. She put her mouth on his, his lips firm and soft, his breath heavy and rapid. She brushed her lips on his once. He hauled her up, and her skin met his. He groaned, and she slanted her mouth this way. He took her up and pressed her down. He followed her, his lips drinking her in, his tongue tangling with hers.

The euphoria rippled through her in a storm. No one had ever kissed her like she was his all, his everything. She had never wanted to be any man’s either.

And so the kiss lengthened and ended only because they needed air.

He pushed her back against his thighs, his hand sinking into her hair. “Abby, get up. Now. Come around the other side and crawl back into bed.”

Totally without a thought in her head, she obeyed. When she had settled onto her back, he ran one strong arm around her waist and pushed her to her side. He adjusted his body behind her, his corded length along her own, one leg over her hip. Then he hugged her tightly to him. “Tomorrow morning, if I’m not here when you wake up, don’t panic.”

She did now. She whipped her head around to stare at him over her shoulder. “Why?”

Oh, honey.” He kissed her nose. “I’m not leaving. I’m going for an early swim.” He moved closer, and the feel of his mighty erection against her ass gave the evidence of his rationale. “I’ll need it. This will be the longest night of my life.”

Who is Cerise?

Cerise DeLand loves to cook, hates to dust, adores traveling...and lives to write!

She is #1 Bestselling Regency Author of spicy romances starring dashing heroes and sassy women. Her box set THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE was recently on the bestseller list for ONE solid YEAR!

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Friday, July 22, 2016

Listen to Timeless Desire (#audiobook #ghost #PNR @cw1985)

The critically acclaimed paranormal/ghost erotic romance short story, Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse, is now available in audiobook format, narrated by voice artist Louisa Middleton. You can now listen to this sexy, scary story on the go!


Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

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This was a clever story, a good length and great characters. Westbury Manor was a wonderful setting for this supernatural tale and I really enjoyed the vivid descriptions of the location. A layered story that makes you feel as though you’ve been on both a spooky, haunted house weekend and a down-and-dirty, get-your-kit-off fun weekend. Highly recommended as a one-stop read.” Top Pick, Miz Love Loves Books

“…a slow burn but this tale cackles with sexual energy throughout and you cannot help but feel for the great characters, the scene setting is fantastic and the passion will have you squirming this is one I’m sure I’ll be re-reading time and time again. One for the bookish babes who are tigers in the sack.” 5 out of 5, Erotic Whispers

This is a great quick read that has a touch of the paranormal and of course romance. Its the perfect length to fit in a busy scheduled without skimping on character development or story line. I like that even though this is a shorter story that each character is fully developed and that it doesn’t have that short story feel (like something is missing).” 5 out of 5, Belindas Bookshelf

Author Bio

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) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Cafés Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Seriously, a Series? (#pnr #eroticromance #series @authorlolawhite)

By Lola White (Guest Blogger)

Chances are, you’re reading a series. If not actively, right now, then you are waiting for the next book to come out, right? But what is a series?

How about this definition: A book series is group of stories that somewhere around three-quarters of the way through the author started wondering how, for the love of all that’s holy, she’s going to finish, and why, in the name of all the deities, she ever started in the first place and, what, for the sake of dear sweet Jesus, possessed her to write the damned thing without spreadsheets, graphs, time lines and genealogies to keep everything organized.

Or, to be ridiculously general, a series is simply a collection of stories with some common thread tying them all together.

I’m ashamed to admit that before I really started thinking about ‘actually making a career out of writing’ I never considered what an author went through in the creation of a series. How they have to fashion continuity, find acceptable consequences for a host of characters, and still leave a cushion at the end so the reader can imagine the story continuing beyond the page. My apologies to every single person (or writing team) that has, in fact, started a series and finished it. My hat’s off to you, because now I know what sorts of knots you tied yourself into.

Not that knowing the agony would have deterred me—I love series. Most of what I’ve written is part of a series. There is a range, though—with a common theme barely connecting my dark erotic trilogy or my western saga, or common characters connecting my psychic trilogy, or an overreaching storyline as in my Magic Matched series, my Tithe Collector series or my Garguiem series.

And that last commonality is the hard one, ladies and gentlemen. The author has to know every character’s goals and create acceptable outcomes. There is a larger problem that must be solved, in addition to a host of smaller ones. There are relationships to develop or destroy. And all these things must happen naturally and completely by the very last page, leaving the reader with a sense of accomplishment and resolution.

My first continuous series, Magic Matched is published through Totally Bound, and I am extremely appreciative of what they taught me. So appreciative that I’m about to pass on their advice, free of charge, to anyone who wants to write a series. It’s this:

Write a synopsis for the whole thing and also write a synopsis for every book in the series. It’s okay if it changes later, but see it now, and know that you have some idea of how to finish what you’ve started.

That’s GOLD people! Before they asked this of me, I was convinced I could wing it, but now I think this is literally the only way a series can be finished. You’ve got to have some end goal in mind before you begin, even if it takes thirty books to get there because you keep adding something extra into the story arc. (I can think of at least five authors who are definitely doing that.)

And why am I writing about this today? Well, I just finished the Magic Matched series (at the time of writing this post). Those of you who visit Lisabet’s blog regularly may know that last month I’d admitted to being overdue with the final book. There were rewards to dole out and punishments to administer…and even a redemption to write. I was close to being done, but there was so much I had to keep track of, so many loose ends I had to make certain were tied that I slowed down to make sure I’d accomplished what I wanted to.

You see, I’m not just an author—I’m a reader. I know the pain of getting to a certain point in a series and still having questions, or still wondering about a particular thing the author didn’t bring to resolution. I worked hard to make sure Magic Matched is as complete as I could make it without strangling the possibilities of what could be after the story is over. That’s also important to me as a reader—I want to be able to imagine the characters going on, living their lives and accomplishing new goals, so there has to be a little wiggle room, right?

It’s an emotional journey, writing a series to completion. Exhausting, too. Magic Matched is only four books, but the process has taken over two years and writing those last scenes left me teary-eyed. I was finished, and that’s both joyous and sad (like having your children go away to college). The Tithe Collector, the Garguiem, and a new series I’m not yet ready to reveal, are longer—they have to be in order to tell the story as fully as I need to, but Magic Matched was a great teaching tool, and the lessons of these four books have been permanently absorbed into my knowledge base.

And you can bet that, going forward, there will definitely be spreadsheets, time lines and graphs.

Magic Matched

Only magic and politics matter…until love comes into play

Silviu and Georgeanne must learn to open their hearts to each other in order to unlock their full magical potential. But with all that stands in their way—archaic traditions, murder plots, and a betrayal that threatens all they can be—they will need the group of allies they have built to help them navigate the dangerous world of witches, and succeed against the dark magic stalking them every step of the way.

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About Lola White

Delve into the emotions, dive into the erotic.

An extensive traveler who loves to incorporate various legends from around the world into her tales, Lola White likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Sneak Peek: Conquered by Paula Quinene (#historical #romance #giveaway)

[If you’ve read any of my work, you’ll know I love stories set in exotic locales. Check out Conquered, a historical erotic romance that takes place in WWII Guam. And don’t forget to enter Paula’s drawing at the end of the post! ~ Lisabet]


Conquered is a passionate love story, as much about its main characters, Guam native Jesi Taimanglo and American GI Johan Landers, as it is about author Paula Quinene’s passion for Guam itself. As her characters try to find a place for themselves amid the war, Jesi’s relatives, and the Chamorro traditions, Quinene charts a path through a seldom told story: Guam’s place in WWII. An original idea written with an original voice that invites readers in to the exotic world of the Pacific, complete with coconut trees, banana doughnuts, dolphins swimming in the ocean, and moonlight on Pago Bay, Conquered also recounts the brutal horrors of the Japanese occupation on Guam, a US territory largely forgotten back in the States. In addition to learning about a singular and little-known culture that has played a part in the world wars of the Pacific, readers will undoubtedly crave the recipe for banana doughnuts.

—Stacey Donovan, Writer, Editor, and Author of Dive


Johan stood beside her, and could feel her arm against him. The slight grazing of her skin assaulted his senses. Christ Landers, they’re praying and you’re thinking of that. She did the sign of the cross again, and the prayer ended.

Come, Johan, you and your men eat first,” Mrs. T said, appearing out of nowhere.

We can wait, Ma’am.”

No, you’re our guests. Jesi and Peter, show them what we have.”

Jesi led Johan, more like pulled him first, to the table. Peter helped the other soldiers.

It’s not fancy,” Jesi said as she handed him an old bowl and spoon. “We’re blessed we didn’t lose our house.”

It smells delicious, and reminds me of you.” Johan smiled, remembering the coconut oil.

You know what rice is right?”


I hope you like seafood.”

Sure do.” A grin spread across his lips. “My favorite is brown trout because my Pops used to take me fly-fishing in the Catskills, and we caught a lot of that kind of fish.”

You’re a fisherman?”

Johan watched as she ladled fish, shrimp, and white broth into his bowl.

I wouldn’t go that far. I was mediocre on my best days. Pops was great at it. We’d come home with tons of fish.”

They moved down the table.

Sounds like you miss him.”

I do. He passed awhile ago.”

I miss both my grandpas.”

In an instant, he saw the joy dissipate from her face. Don’t make her cry.

What is that?” Jeez, I might have to eat it. “If I eat whatever that is,” he nodded toward the bowl of beans and something, “will it bring that pretty smile of yours back? I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

About the Author

Paula Quinene was born and raised on Guam. She graduated from the University of Oregon in 1997 with a bachelors of science in Exercise and Movement Science, hoping to return to the island as an anatomy teacher. A resident of North Carolina since 2000, Paulas homesicknessormahalangness” – has motivated Paula to write A Taste of Guam, Remember Guam, both cookbooks, and her first novel, Conquered. Paulas home on the web is

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