Monday, May 16, 2016

Sneak Peek: Kaitin's Tale by Christine Amsden (#vampire #pnr #telepath @ChristineAmsden)

[I know many of you love paranormal romance as much as I do. This one sounds great! Don't forget to enter Christine's giveaway via the Rafflecopter at the end of the post. Be sure join her Facebook party, for a chance at more prizes! ~ Lisabet]



Blurb

Kaitlin Mayer is on the run from the father of her baby – a vampire who wants her to join him in deadly eternity. Terrified for her young son, she seeks sanctuary with the hunters guild. Yet they have their own plans for her son, and her hopes of safety are soon shattered.

When she runs into Matthew Blair, an old nemesis with an agenda of his own, she dares to hope for a new escape. But Matthew is a telepath, and Kaitlin’s past is full of dark secrets she never intended to reveal.


Excerpt

To: Cassie.Scot@gmail.com
From: Kaitlin.Meyer12@gmail.com
Re: Jason is Dead

Jason is dead.

Go ahead. Say “I told you so.” You never do, but just this once could you stoop down to the level of us mere mortals long enough to sneer like a ten-year-old? Put a little hip wiggle into it and wrinkle your nose. Roll your eyes at me like I'm the biggest moron on the planet.

After all you did, in fact, tell me so.

And when you're finished, I need you to do me the biggest favor I've ever asked in my life. In all likelihood, the last favor I'll ever ask. I need you to take Jay. I need you to keep him safe, because you and Evan are probably the only two people who can. I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to love him like you love your own daughter.

Your Friend,

Kaitlin


About Christine

Christine Amsden has been writing fantasy and science fiction for as long as she can remember. She loves to write and it is her dream that others will be inspired by this love and by her stories. Speculative fiction is fun, magical, and imaginative but great speculative fiction is about real people defining themselves through extraordinary situations. Christine writes primarily about people and relationships, and it is in this way that she strives to make science fiction and fantasy meaningful for everyone.

At the age of 16, Christine was diagnosed with Stargardt’s Disease, which scars the retina and causes a loss of central vision. She is now legally blind, but has not let this slow her down or get in the way of her dreams.

Christine currently lives in the Kansas City area with her husband, Austin, who has been her biggest fan and the key to her success. In addition to being a writer, she's a freelance editor, mom, and foster mom.

Christine will be having a launch party on May 16 with lots of prizes:


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The Cassie Scot Series

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Secrets and Lies (Cassie Scot #2)




Mind Games (Cassie Scot #3)




Stolen Dreams (Cassie Scot #4)




Madison's Song (a Cassie Scot Companion)






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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Sunday Snog 226: Wired (#kink #newrelease #sundaysnog)


Happy Sunday! As usual, I’ve got a kiss excerpt for you to enjoy today. This one is short and sweet, from the story “Wired” in my newly released collection of romantic kink, Hearts & Handcuffs.

Don’t forget to visit Victoria Blisse at Snog Central, for lots more Sunday smooching!



I collapsed on his cable-wrapped chest, breathing his odor of sweat and sandalwood. His cock nestled in my dripping pussy, still half-hard. As I pressed my lips to the brown hollow at the base of his throat, I wished, for a moment, that his arms were free so that he could embrace me.

All at once his computer emitted a loud beep.

We both jumped. I laughed and pulled the gag from his mouth. He sputtered a bit.

The backup process,” he said. “It's done.”

Oh. Should I untie you?” Now I felt oddly shy.

Not quite yet.” His eyes gleamed.

I felt it again, the thrill of knowing that it wasn't just my pervy mind directing this scene. He wanted what I had to give. He could have stopped me, at the start or later. I'm strong, but no match for a guy a head taller and forty pounds heavier than I am. He could have escaped, even turned the tables on me.

But he didn't. The thought made me dizzy with delight.

Kiss me, Liz. Please.”

His full mouth beckoned. I didn't see any reason to refuse him.

Thank you,” he said when I finally peeled my lips away from his. The naked gratitude in his voice actually embarrassed me. I clambered off him and started to unwind the cables.

It's just—I've wanted you for so long, Krishna.” I bent to untie his ankles, not wanting him to see my blush.

I wanted you, too. I just couldn't imagine that you'd be interested in—well, that sort of thing.”

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Love is a Journey (#pnr #eroticromance @authorlolawhite)

By Lola White (Guest Blogger)

Love is just as much a journey as life is. As a romance author, I try to capture the ups and downs of the path, but that also means that I travel that path, take that journey, with every book I write. The Magic Matched series has taken me to places I never expected.

Let me start near the beginning of the trail…

My friend met her husband when she was fifteen years old, and the very first time she spoke to him, she knew she would marry him. No one thought her certainty would prove to be prophetic, but they’ve been together since then, defying the odds for two decades, and that made me wonder...

What if you knew who you would marry before you were even grown-up enough to understand what marriage was? How would knowing exactly who you were going to marry affect your life, especially if the two of you were very different—raised with different goals, ethics and expectations? And what happens when you grow from childhood innocence to adult challenges?

This fascinated me. I had chosen to travel throughout my twenties, when everyone else I knew was getting married and having children. I had things to do, places to see and refused even the hint of roots to tie me down. The thought of spending my whole life with one person made me shudder back then, and still makes me a bit nervous now.

But there are a lot of people who marry their high school sweethearts, and even more who enter into arranged marriages throughout the world. I thought of the journey they must make, from immaturity to partnership, and applied that to a world divided between matriarchal and patriarchal lines. I thought of how two people could grow together, and become a solid, loving team, if they were willing to work at it.

Magic Matched is a four-part series, which gave me enough time to make the journey. Silviu Lovasz is a patriarchal witch determined to rule over all the covens. He’s also a Reap witch, born with too much magic, which he tries to hide from others. Because of this, his father arranged a marriage to Georgeanne Davenold, a matriarchal witch born without magic, when they were both children. Their families expect the pair to achieve the ultimate leadership position in witching society because, together Silviu and Georgie can unlock each other’s full magical potential. They are Magic Matches.

They are also from different sides of the Schism, the divide between matriarchal and patriarchal houses. One values women, the other men, and that causes some conflict—not just between Silviu and Georgie, but also the way others see them and react to them. They are both dominant personalities with differing opinions, they’ve had different upbringings and experiences.

But the true source of conflict between them is Georgie’s distrust in Silviu. Part of that is due to Silviu’s patriarchy, part is due to a youthful indiscretion they shared. They were too young, just teenagers, and neither of their families were prepared for the bond they’d created between them. Not then, not when the loyalty they had for their own families was suddenly threatened by the way they felt toward each other.

Georgie was sent away. She and Silviu were kept separate for ten years, and the time apart gave Georgie reason to doubt Silviu’s motives toward her. She believes he’s manipulating her, using her and her body to get what he wants.

Magic Matched is Georgie’s journey. And mine. As she learns to trust again, as she learns to love, old wounds are reopened and she is tested in ways she never imagined. As was I.

This series has dragged me through emotions I would rather not have had to confront. Fears and regrets, but also appreciation for the decisions I’ve made. We each have different paths to travel, but eventually we all come across the same lessons. Love is one of them, and for my characters it’s the most important lesson of all—Magic Matches are highly influenced by their emotions, you see. And with two witches so potent they’re usually relegated to myth not only walking the earth, but Matched with an unstable, unequal power, love is the only thing that can save them…and the rest of the witching world.

Betrothed is the first book in the Magic Matched series and weaves together two stories, as does every installment. Silviu and Georgie finally reunite at a betrothal ceremony for his sister.

Ileana Lovasz is a pawn with a string of broken betrothals to prove it. She’s willing to use her body to escape her manipulative grandfather, and agrees to meet Eliasz Levy, a man wholly focused on building an alliance with Silviu. Eliasz figures marriage to Ileana is an ideal way to get the power he wants, but when the new couple meets, emotions they never expected change everything.

Ileana, Eliasz, Silviu and Georgie must build an alliance that will help them all get what they want but, with too many lies and too many enemies, the game they’re playing turns treacherous. When the two women come under attack, neither Silviu nor Eliasz knows which is the target. They only know they will protect the women their hearts have claimed as their own, even though that means defying the traditions of witching society, risking every goal they hold dear and confronting the dangerous members of their own families.



Betrothed is currently on sale for 99 cents, to celebrate the upcoming release of the third book in the series. This extremely low price is available for only another few days, until May 17th, but will then be sold for a temporary price of $3.99 for the next few months. Married, the second book in the series is also being sold for that price. This is an excellent time to enter the witching world and meet Georgie and Silviu. Join them on their journey…

Thank you Lisabet!

Excerpt from Betrothed

Do you ever think about the night I first put my hands on you?”

Georgie froze, stopped breathing. She shook her head as her eyes flew wide. Silviu smiled and stepped closer, ever closer, until there was only enough room for their bodies’ heat to pass between them. He set his hand at her waist and sent it sliding up, following the line of her torso to her ribcage.

You do,” he whispered wickedly. “You remember how it felt, when I ran my hands over your bare body, when I ran my thumb over your perfect little nipple.”

Stop it. This is inappropriate at a Levy Family function.”

Her voice was too breathless to heed. He curled his fingers over her breast, craving shooting through him when he felt her nipple pebble under his touch. Her breath faltered, turning ragged, her pulse hammering in her slender throat.

Do you remember when I put my mouth on you and kissed my way down, finally tasting your first flood of passion. How sweet you were, all innocent and fresh, lifting for me with a need you didn’t even bother to hide.”

Silviu.”

He squeezed her nipple lightly as he licked across her lips, nearly giving in when her mouth opened for him. Instead, he ruthlessly held onto his lust and drew back, leaving her aching, needing. He hoped as needy as him.

Slowly, he moved away from her, gathering his control around him. “I think you’ll taste like that again, Georgie.”

I’m not a virgin, Silviu.” She lifted her chin, chest heaving, the moonlight showing him the flush that washed across her cheeks and collarbone. “You’d better not expect innocence.”

Pain moved through him, bitter regret. He pushed it aside and lifted a brow. “I took your innocence, Georgie, when we were just children. I’ll take your experience too, and teach you brand new things.”

Bold words.”

A promise, my love. Whoever touched you, they didn’t feel like me, did they? They didn’t feel as good, as right. You didn’t want them as much as you want me, and you damned sure didn’t find the pleasure you found with me.”

He lobbed his accusations blindly, but he’d hit his mark. The tightness in his chest eased as he saw the truth she couldn’t hide. He was right, and she knew it. Admitted it to herself, if not to him. That would make her surrender all the sweeter, when she finally came to him.

That would be soon. He’d make sure of it.




Motherhood - Book 3 of the Magic Matched series!


 General release May 17th.

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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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Friday, May 13, 2016

Lucky 13! (#freebook #romance #friday)


So today is Friday the 13th. Supposed to be bad luck, right? Not so!

In fact today is your lucky day! Today I am giving away a free book to every single person who leaves a comment with his or her email address.

You get your choice of Coming in Costume (BDSM menage erotic romance) or The Antidote (science fiction erotica). In your comment, just tell me which one you want!

See what I mean? Isn't it lucky you decided to visit the blog today?




Thursday, May 12, 2016

Spanking Good Fun (#newrelease #bsdm #giveaway)


I’ve got a new release! Hearts & Handcuffs just hit the virtual shelves yesterday. This 20K collection of short stories is subtitled “Romantic Kink”, which is a pretty accurate description. No heavy messages or crises of trust in this volume, just tales of people who connect via their mutually complementary kinky fantasies.

You’ll find the blurb and an exclusive excerpt below. Hope you like it!

Leave me a comment (don't forget to include your email address!) and I’ll enter you into a drawing for a $5 bookstore gift certificate!


Are you ready for your spanking? You know you want it...

Kink can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes, though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy prose.

In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.

Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.

Exclusive Excerpt

Spank-o-gram for Mr. Sandberg.”

The voice was deep, but definitely female. My curiosity got the better of my caution. I opened the door. A tall woman of uncertain age wearing a gray uniform and carrying a clipboard glared at my tee shirt and gym shorts.

You are Mr. Sandberg?” Her tone suggested that if I weren't, I'd better have a darn good excuse.

Um—uh—yeah, that's me.” I was taking her in—all six feet of her. Her hair, a violent red that reminded me of those old troll dolls, was pulled into an old-fashioned twist. Her suit jacket strained with the effort of containing her full breasts. The skirt of her uniform stretched equally tight over her ample hips. Her face was all angles—high cheekbones, prominent nose, square chin—attractive in a ferocious sort of way. She resembled a female Genghis Khan.

Vell, are you goink to ask me in?” She poked my chest, interrupting my appreciative reverie. “I do not have all night. I have two more after you.” When I still didn’t answer, she swept past me, obviously tired of waiting. As she strode into my living room, I noted the way her curve of her ass distorted her uniform. I'd never seen anyone look less official.

Two more what?” I followed her, bemused. My cock was hardening inside my shorts. I felt as flustered and uncertain as a teenager.

I told you. Spank-o-grams.” She set her clipboard down next to my bowl. “Someone ordered one for you. Is your birthday, yes?”

Ah ... yes...”

Vell then.” She seated herself on the couch, back straight. Her taut skirt rode up, exposing her meaty thighs. “On my lap. I do not have time to vaste.” I noticed that her eyes were light, a grayish blue the color of Siberian ice. “Unless you vant to lean over a chair...”

No—um—your lap is fine. But...” I marveled at my daring. “Maybe I could spank you instead?”

No, no, that is spankee-gram! Much more expensive. Not that this service is cheap, of course. I am the best spanker on the vest coast. Your friend requested me especially. On the Internet.”

'But who...?” I began, though I had some suspicions.

Anonymous gift.” She cut me short. “Now, get in position. Or do I have to wrestle you down? I vas Commonwealth of Independent States vomen's champion four years in a row...”

I believed her. Would she really force me to take a birthday spanking? I wasn't sure I liked the idea, but my cock did.

You have ten seconds,” she told me. She arched one eyebrow. “If you're not ready by then, I vill leave.”

No, no, don't leave!” Awkward and embarrassed by the lump in my shorts, I struggled to arrange myself across her lap. With my chest on the sofa and my pelvis cradled by her warm, well-muscled thighs, my knees didn't quite reach the floor.

Professional that she was, she saw my problem immediately. She tossed a pillow onto the carpet. “Here. Ve don't want any rug burn. No, only your ass should be red.” She laughed at her own pleasantry, a short bark that sent chills up my spine.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

A New Lakeland Witches Novel! (@kd_grace #erotica #paranormal #pnr

By K D Grace (Guest Blogger)

I’m very excited to announce that Demon Interrupted, a Lakeland Witches novel, is now available in eBook format. Originally written as an online serial for my blog, Demon Interrupted has been revised and expanded to become the fourth novel in the Lakeland Witches trilogy, published by Xcite. Ferris Ryder has always intrigued me as a character, since he made his debut in Riding the Ether, book 2 of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, but even I have to admit, I was shocked when he revealed his story to me. I hope you will find his tale as chilling and sizzling and intriguing as I did when I wrote it. 

 

Blurb

Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?

Available from Amazon: http://mybook.to/demoninterrupted

Excerpt

In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of her attention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.

She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept -- and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.

How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.

Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.

She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.

His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.

Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome addition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.

Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.

His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.

There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now --’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘--I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.

In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.

But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.

I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.

A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.

Available from Amazon: http://mybook.to/demoninterrupted

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace,Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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