Wednesday, October 19, 2016

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

Ladies Only cover

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)

Weekend At Wilderhope Manor cover

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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Saturday, October 15, 2016

Sneak Peek: Awaken from Death by M.S. Kaye (@mskosciuszko #YA #paranormal #newrelease)

Awaken from Death
Born from Death book 2
By M.S. Kaye

Will they discover the truth of their ancient connection before it destroys them both?

Ilona continues to struggle with loss, as well as trying to find where she fits in with other people, if she ever really will. She starts taking dangerous risks.

Archer is desperate to protect Illona and discovers more about himself in the progress. When Ilona is in danger of being mauled by a dog, he desperately tries something that shouldn’t be possible. And yet he succeeds.

This is just the beginning of his discovery of who—what—he truly is.

Release date 10/15/16 from Inkspell Publishing.

Add to your to your to-read on Goodreads.

Strong as Death, Born From Death book 1

Ilona discovers what it means to have a mother who is a modern woman and a father who is a 19th-century gentleman ghost.

After being hit by a car and taken to the hospital, Ilona starts to realize she’s different from other people, and that her mother has hidden the truth from her. She sneaks out of the hospital in order to discover the truth.

A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890.

Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.

Sneak Peek at Awaken from Death:

The blond boy didn’t walk up to a urinal or into one of the stalls, or even up to the mirror. He stood in the middle of the room.

Invisible, Lettie watched curiously.

Something moved backward away from him. Out of him.

She recognized Archer’s shiny black hair and strong frame even before she could see his face.

She gasped. But ghosts can’t inhabit people.

The blond boy shook his head and looked around. “Fuck.”

I’m sorry,” Archer murmured so the boy wouldn’t hear.

Lettie stared at both of them.

The blond boy turned, leaned his hands on the counter, and looked at himself in the mirror…not the way people usually looked at themselves. It was more like he was trying to see something more than was in the reflection.

Archer watched him, as if waiting for him to see something.

Then Lettie understood. Archer hadn’t merely inhabited the boy—he’d possessed him. But there were only a couple ways that’d be possible—if he were half ghost, or if he…

A memory struck Lettie like a horse galloping across a battlefield. An ancient memory. Lettie had been around since the beginning of time on Earth, but most of those thousands of years she let slink around the crevices of her mind. It was mostly just walking the bridge with the newly deceased. There were a few memories, though, that burned into her every time she let herself pull them forward. And burned was precisely the right word.

She knew—or rather, remembered—why Archer would never leave Ilona.

Author Bio

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at

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