Tuesday, July 20, 2021
Thursday, July 15, 2021
an ex-boxer. She sips tea at philosophical salons. And when these two
opposites meet, their lives will never be the same.
Lady Juliana knows someone is trying to kill her father. The problem is getting anyone to believe her. Her father thinks she’s imagining things. Her brother that she’s seeking attention. And the man her brother hired to bring her back home…well, he thinks nothing much of her at all.
Brogan Duffy has clawed his way up from the streets to become the lead investigator on his very first inquiry case. The fact that it is to retrieve a spoiled aristocrat playing at intrigue is of no consequence. Nor is the fact that she beguiles him like no other woman. He has a job to do, and he won’t let anything stand in his way, not even this illogical attraction.
But Juliana might not be imagining the threat. And when it’s her life that’s on the line, Brogan has to decide to what lengths he’ll go to keep her safe. Because in order to resolve this make-or-break case in his career, Brogan might have to hazard more than his heart. And with some gambles, there’s no going back…
The door sprung open just as the cab started to move. Mr. Duffy clambered inside, his face an emotionless mask, and slammed the door behind him.
He settled next to her, facing forward, saying nothing.
Juliana twisted her fingers around her pocket-book. Her skin went clammy, then hot.
“Where to?” the driver called down to them.
She bit her lip, sliding Mr. Duffy a sideways glance. Even if he wasn’t here, she’d be hard-pressed to answer that question. But his answer would be worse than anything she could come up with.
She opened her mouth, but Mr. Duffy cut her off. “Vincent Street. A block north of St. Mary’s.”
The address wasn’t familiar. It definitely wasn’t her family’s usual London lodgings. “Where are we going?”
“How did you find me?”
“I followed you from Mr. Huddleson’s home.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You don’t have that many friends.”
“I have plenty of friends!” Her face flushed. But most of them were also Snow’s friends.
She glanced at the door opposite.
Mr. Duffy gripped her elbow. “Don’t even think of it.”
“Jump from a moving cab?” She sniffed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He arched an eyebrow.
She grumbled. Well, she wouldn’t think of it, not when he held her arm so tightly. “I could always scream,” she said.
“You could,” he agreed. “Why haven’t you?”
She chewed on her lower lip. She didn’t think she’d ever screamed in her life, not a full-throated help-I’m-being-murdered kind of scream. She didn’t know if she could force the sound from her throat, not without feeling foolish. “Would it be effective?”
He snorted. “Definitely not.”
About the Author
Alyson Chase lives in Colorado. A former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts. (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?) She also writes humorous, small-town, contemporary romance novels under the name Allyson Charles, and paranormal romances as A. Caprice.
You can catch up with her at https://www.allysoncharles.com/alyson-chase-1
Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lady-Who-Knew-Too-Much-ebook/dp/B094TH9B8R
Alyson Chase will be awarding a $40 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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I’m thrilled to announce that first book in my series The Toymaker’s Guild is now available as an audio book from Amazon and Audible!
Click on either of the links and go listen to the sample. It’s fantastic! (If I do say so...) The book is narrated by Melanie Hastings, who really manages to capture the Victorian feel.
Here’s the blurb:
wants to build sex toys... If they'll let her.
In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen-year-old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.
Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.
The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.
When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.
If you like steampunk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love The Pornographer's Apprentice.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2021
In this latest cozy mystery, Mimi, and her co-anchor, Nicole Marcel, on the Interview TV Show, TONIGHT, is at her peak of popularity in Paris. Charles Bleisante, who owns the TV Station, proposes a TV Interview tour for the pair of certain cities on the continent.
The two, with Nicole’s lover, Detective Giscard Morency, are off, first to Barcelona, later to London. The Interviews center on food: the cooking of a paella, in Spain; the braising of a Christmas goose in London, delicious episodes that attract a wide audience. However, certain nefarious incidents occur, in which Mimi is canine sleuth.
CNN–New York requests the co-anchors come to Manhattan for more interviews. There, Mimi helps solve a grisly murder that takes place in one of the highest billionaire luxury buildings in the world.
The resolution of this crime is revealed in Book Five of The Mimi Series: MIMI TAKES MANHATTAN.
CNN-NEW YORK CITY
As media mogul and chairman of CNN, Victor Crofton had fallen in love with Mimi.
The combination of Mimi’s reaction to the Christmas goose livers – zoomed in on, by the CNN camera, as she lapped them up with obvious relish – and her breaking Karl’s case – his thefts and robberies – and the very look of her dog-grin with seven little teeth -- had him hooked!
Well, the chairman of the board of directors of CNN was entranced.
Victor Crofton. He lived in a posh apartment in Manhattan. He was also one of the original founders, along with Ted Turner, of the CNN network. He determined that Mimi should be brought to New York City for an Interview (or two or three) – which would raise her stardom – and that of CNN’s – to the stratosphere. Of course, Nicole’s beauty, as co-anchor, was an additional bonus.
Mimi would become more renowned than ever.
About the Author
Elizabeth Cooke, born and bred in New York City, graduate of Vassar College and The Sorbonne, is the author of several books about Paris, where she lived in the 1950s.
Elizabeth Cooke will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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Monday, July 12, 2021
Welcome to the July Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up your summer a bit, you’re in the right place.
The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write more explicit stories.
Today I'm sharing a juicy section from my paranormal erotic romance Damned If You Do. Enjoy! Then when you’re done with my steamy snippet, follow the links at the end of this post to sample more spicy excerpts.
Sometimes romance can be hell.
Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?
Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.
“Please, Sir. Spank me. Punish me for being a dirty girl.”
In another mood, she might have laughed at such cheesy dialogue. At the moment, she meant every word.
Daniel must have heard the sincerity in her voice. He released an ominous chuckle. “Very well, Pet.” He didn’t sound drunk anymore. Indeed, he sounded like a man in complete control. “Just let me get more comfortable. Meanwhile, don’t move. Keep your eyes to the front.”
He bustled around behind her, undressing, or so she assumed. He took his time, making her wait. She felt both horny and ridiculous, standing there with her fancy brassiere bunched up under her breasts and the elastic of the lowered bikini biting into her thighs.
Finally, he was back, his skin warm as he rubbed his lightly furred chest against her back. He held her close for a moment, his hardness nestling in the cleft of her naked buttocks, slippery with pre-cum. “Ready, Pet?” He licked at her earlobe, sending an exquisite chill down her spine.
Once more her knees turned to rubber. Once more his firm grasp supported her. “Ah—oh! Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” She almost wept when he stepped away from her body. “Spread your legs and lean over, with your hands on the sill. Arch your back and present your ass.”
She assumed the position he described, arousal drowning out embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, with Dan of all people. It felt like a dream.
The sting of his bare palm on her butt was real enough though, a burst of flame followed by a smoldering ache that spread from the point of contact.
“Count for me, Pet,” he commanded.
“Um—one. How many, Sir?”
“Twenty, I think, for this first time. Unless you try to escape, or cover yourself.”
The snap of flesh on flesh—like striking a match. “Ooh! Ah, two. Two!” His second blow hurt much more than the first. Wendy knew from her research and her recent experiences with Mister B that by twenty she’d be writhing, and in tears.
Yet she wanted this, yearned for it. She’d asked for it.
“Ow! Oh, God!”
“Three, Sir. Oh, please—wait, give me a moment...”
He put even greater force into his next slap.
“Aaaah! Um, ah, four… please…”
He did pause, for a few blessed seconds. “Do you really want me to stop? If you can’t take it any more, just say ‘angel’, all right?”
Snap! “Ow! Five…” The pain faded momentarily in the glow of her astonishment. How could he have come up with the exact same safe word as Mister B? What were the chances? “Sir—Ow! Sir…”
“If you don’t count, I’ll give you ten extra.”
“Sorry, sorry! Six—oof! Seven.”
Dark suspicion touched her. Perhaps the individual spanking her was not Daniel at all. What if her unearthly Master was impersonating her agent? Maybe this was just another infernal game of his, designed to pull her deeper into perdition.
“Aye! Oh! Eight.”
This didn’t have the same tone as one of her scenes with Mister B, though. This felt simultaneously more playful, and more serious.
It hit her suddenly. This wasn’t just her dream. It was Daniel’s too. Right now, she was fulfilling his heart’s desire.
She gasped and moaned under his assault, but the tumult of emotions raging inside distracted her from the physical agony. Affection for her partner —maybe even love— brimmed in her chest. She’d never suspected her agent had kinky desires. For the first time she truly understood how much they had in common. Meanwhile, a terrible sense of responsibility weighed on her. She knew, firsthand, how precious and important this was for Daniel. What if she screwed it up?
Meanwhile, he continued to wallop her ass, apparently oblivious to her consternation. Somehow she still managed to count, though pain seared her flesh and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Tw-twenty. Oh, Sir!”
The last blow had scarcely landed when Dan seized her buttocks, spread them wide, and sank his cock into her drenched pussy.
“Oh God! Wendy…darling...Pet…”
He felt like heaven. His fat cock filled her and took her over, stretching her wide and stimulating every nerve as he slid in and out of her slick folds. Already the first flickers of orgasm shimmered in her pelvis, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with each of his strokes. Supporting herself on the sill, she made a bow of her back, raising her ass so he could penetrate her more completely.
“Harder!” she urged, clamping her muscles down on his length, knowing the rippling tension would increase his pleasure. “Deeper, please! More!”
He didn’t scold her, or mock her, or accuse her of topping from below. He simply took what she offered.
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Narrated by Audrey Lusk
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Sunday, July 11, 2021
Multiple orgasms? Oh, yes!
What does it feel like to climax? Coming Soon: Women’s Orgasm Erotica offers wild and thrilling tales of female sexual pleasure that explore that question in a variety of wondrous ways. From a fetish that will appeal to any book lover and a waitress who’s seduced by her very attractive customers to the thrill of artificial intelligence that knows exactly how to please a woman sexually, you’ll discover how delightful it is to come and come again. Read about women who like to watch, and others who love to get naked and show it all off.
With 20 erotic stories by popular authors such as Ella Dawson, Katrina Jackson, D. L. King and Donna George Storey, you’ll be turned on with every page. Whether they’re enjoying multiple orgasms, playing with sex toys, attending a sex party or taking a thrilling business trip, the characters in Coming Soon savor every moment of their arousal. Edited by the award-winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these sexy scenarios range from sex with strangers to the deepest of intimacy among couples, all while reaching the peak of erotic fulfillment.
Links - Releasing on 13 July!
Universal Amazon print look: https://mybook.to/comingsoonprint
Universal Kindle link: https://mybook.to/comingsoonebook
Introduction: Women’s Orgasms as Journey and Destination
Read to Me - CC Bridges
I’m Her - Henry Corrigan
Tracing the Edge - Louise Kane
Love and Porn in a Retirement Home - Claire Cupp
Remote Vibrations Z. - Esmé Mendoza
Exceptional Service - T.C. Mill
Adorn - Nico Murray
Envy - Evan Mora
The Voice in Your Head - Victoria Diane
Multiple Gifts - Anuja Varghese
House of Fingers - Sienna Saint-Cyr
Business Trip - Ella Dawson
After Katrina - Jackson
Belts Have Tongues - Velvet Moore
The Electricity of a Dark Peak - D. L. King
What You Need - Angela Addams
Kindness - Gabrielle Johnson
The (Re)Education of Truvi Anderson - Renee Dominick
The Size of Love - Sally Bend
Antarctica - Donna George Storey
From “I’m Her” by Henry Corrigan
The bathroom she’d chosen was small but serviceably spare, wrapped up in the smell of industrial lemon. When the knock finally came, Catherine’s heart thudded as she threw open the
Wordlessly Dave or Pete or Brian slipped past, taking his place atop the toilet. Locking the door behind them, Catherine smiled at this stranger with his blue shirt and hungry grin.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then, with slow, conscious movements, began.
Catherine lifted her skirt as he unbuckled his belt.
She slipped her fingers into her underwear as he stroked
himself, his cock held tightly in his fist.
She teased herself slowly, stirring the soft hairs with her palm, gliding a finger between her lips, drawing out the warmth like a friend called out to play.
Dave or Pete or Brian bit his lip and stroked more quickly now, growing harder by the second. With deft fingers, Catherine slipped her underwear off and spread her thighs wide. Slipping a finger insider herself, she gasped and rolled the hood of her clit gently, sending light straight up her spine.
Soon enough the smell of lemon faded, replaced by the musk of their exertions. Her thighs were quivering, and his cock was
hard and red.
He’d brought condoms, but she made him use her own, squirting a dollop of lube into the palm of her hand. Straddling his thighs, she grasped him, the first time they’d ever really touched.
He sighed as Catherine lowered herself down but for her it was uncomfortable at first. Her inner muscles, too long unused, rebelled at his thickness, leaving her hissing as she rocked against him, back and forth.
Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds beyond the door. The whisk of luggage wheels and conversations, the thousands of people walking by. None of them would ever see her like this, her bare ass clenching as she rode this stranger, her breath coming in frantic gasps as he went deeper every time.
With a shudder Catherine rocked forward, now flush against his hips. She sighed and let her head fall back, the sensation not quite orgasm, but the pleasure of being filled.
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Saturday, July 10, 2021
Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday! Today I have an exclusive, never-before-shared excerpt from Book 3 of my Vegas Babes series, Sin City Sweethearts. In case you haven’t visited for a while, this is one of the books currently 50% off as part of the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale. (The first book of the series is entirely free!)
Welcome to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the city limits.
Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples—they met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen year old beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.
Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites. Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady, Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things get truly wild.
Exclusive Excerpt (Rated X)
(At the Halloween party organized by Marcie's university department. Annie is costumed as a female devil.)
“Maddy! Madeleine McNabb! Where’s Marcie?”
A tall string bean of a fellow in a checked shirt, cowboy hat and boots strode onto the dance floor and grabbed Maddy by the arm, pulling her away from her partner.
“Heard she was here.” the young man repeated. “I need to see her.”
“Ethan! What are you doing here?” Maddy sounded both shocked and scared.
“Told you, I’m lookin’ for Marcie. My fiancée.”
Oh no! Annie suddenly remembered their stoned jokes about Ethan from Ely, Marcella’s incompetent first lover. He’d actually come looking for her! And there she was, in the corner, sucking face with some guy Annie didn’t recognize, whose fingers were buried in her snatch!
Without conscious thought, Annie swung into action. Pushing her way through the gyrating crowd, she tapped Ethan on the shoulder. Despite his obvious agitation, his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped when he caught sight of her in all her infernal glory.
“Hey there, cowboy! Can I help you?” she purred. She ran her hand up his arm, squeezing his biceps, which were perhaps more impressive than Marcie had led them to believe. “Nothing I like better than a hard, strong cowboy…” She dropped her palm to his crotch, where as she expected she found a growing lump. “Want to come for a ride with me?”
Ethan blinked twice. His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed, trying to find his voice. “Uh—sorry, ma’am—I’m tryin’ to find my girlfriend. She’s a student here, an’ someone told me she’d be at this party…” His voice trailed off as Annie massaged his thickening cock through his jeans.
“Why don’t you come with me and we can look for her?” Grabbing his elbow, she tried to drag him toward the entrance, away from the corner where Marcie was now bouncing up and down in Ben-Hur’s lap.
“You know my Marcie, ma’am?”
“I know everyone, cowboy.” She flashed him a wicked smile. “Don’t you believe in the devil?”
“Yes I do,” Ethan replied sincerely, his hat swiveling as he continued to search. “An’ I’m worried he’s got his hooks into my Marcie.”
If only you knew, Annie thought.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” she continued aloud, breathing a sigh of relief as she managed to maneuver him out the door and into the foyer outside the ballroom. “Why not forget about her for a little while and pay attention to me?”
The security guard had disappeared. That explained how this interloper had managed to get into the party. Meanwhile, she needed someplace private where she could distract this young man enough to make him forget his mission.
She noticed a door labeled “Drama Club”, a little way down the corridor leading into the main part of the building. “Maybe she’s in here,” Annie babbled. “Fixing up her costume…”
The drama club room was unlocked. If Ethan had resisted, she would never have succeeded in getting him inside, but despite his continued grumbling, he let her lead. Once they were inside, she flipped on a light and locked the door. Things were complicated enough without them being interrupted.
“Sit down,” she ordered, giving him a backward push that landed him on a worn and faded sofa. His hat tumbled off behind him. Before he could react, she’d sunk to her knees on the floor and was working on his zipper.
“Ma’am—wait—please, I’m engaged to Marcella…”
Ignoring his protests, Annie fished around in his briefs until she extricated his swollen cock, which was of quite respectable size despite Marcie’s complaints. Well, it’s not what you have, she thought, but how you use it. She stroked the rigid rod of flesh with capable hands. To her delight, pre-cum gathered on the tip and spilled down the sides. She lapped at the shiny red bulb, gathering and swallowing the copious fluid.
“Don’t—” Ethan moaned, even as his cock shuddered and jumped against her tongue.
“You don’t want me to do this?” She took his appealing cockhead into her month, swirling her tongue across its curved surface while sucking gently.
Tired of toying with him, Annie opened wide and swallowed his full length. He wasn’t as big as Ted (or Larry Archer), but it was still a challenge to take him all. She backed up a bit, took a breath through her nose, then sank down once more, devouring him to the root. Her nose burrowed into his coarse pubic hair, which had a musky, male smell that turned her on. Tightening her lips around his shaft, she started a smooth up and down movement, combined with the firm suction that never failed to drive Ted crazy.
He let out a groan of pleasure. She liked that. She liked the way he let her take control, too. He didn’t grab her head, or force his dick down her throat (though in some circumstances she enjoyed that, too). She had the freedom to apply all her oral skills, taking him to the brink, easing off, then ramping up the intensity once more.
When she glanced up from his cock to his face, she saw that he wore an expression of wonder. He’s only eighteen or nineteen, she reminded herself. This might be his very first blow job.
That thought made her hotter than she’d been all night. She redoubled her efforts, determined to give poor Ethan an experience he’d remember forever. Meanwhile, she pulled her thong out of the way and thrust three fingers into her soaked, steamy cunt, frigging herself in time with cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.
Faster. Deeper. His hard bulk twitched and swelled on her tongue. Her equally hard clit tingled and sparked. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure swept through her.
“Holy Christ, I’m gonna’ come,” he yelled. He tried to pull out, but she clamped down to keep him inside her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. A torrent of cum poured from his cock. She swallowed, hungry and eager, as his dick gushed again.
At the same time, she curled her fingers, reaching for her G-spot, and thumbed her clit. That did the trick, as it usually did, sending her over the edge into a fiery climax. Intense bliss flared deep in her sex and spread outward, burning away everything in its path. However, instinct kept her mouth sealed around Ethan’s spurting member, so that she could drink down every drop of his jizz.
His softening dick finally slipped from her mouth. She licked her bruised lips and gazed up at him.
“Wow,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“Told you I liked cowboys.”
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