Thursday, June 7, 2018

Another case for The Talking Dog Detective Agency -- #CozyMystery #giveaway #GermanShepard @MorganKWyatt

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Blurb

Comic Con is in full-swing and all is well. But no sooner does the biggest event of the year begin before a mysterious wave of identify thefts overshadows the grand affair.

While Nala tries to rein in Karly’s efforts to use the con for dating purposes, she also finds herself the target of a brazen thief. If she and her crime-solving canine companion don’t find the culprit, her bank accounts could be wiped cleaned.

Can Nala and Max bring an end to the chaos before it’s too late?

Excerpt

There are upswings in the private eye business. The winter holidays were one of them. Ironically, Nala experienced another surge in February near or even after Valentine’s Day. Instead of potential Romeos and Juliets checking out online dates, verifying everything he or she professed was real, it swung to finding the missing love interest. For reasons too numerous for Nala to count, the holiday celebrated by florists and confectioneries made perfectly appropriate love interests vanish like the morning fog in strong sunlight.

Her lips twisted as she considered the term appropriate love interest. If the person was a stand-up kind of girl or guy, they wouldn’t disappear due to a sentimental holiday. It wasn’t like she was an expert on the matter, but she assumed it wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Her phone rang.

Spring break allowed her a solid ten days she could vote herself entirely to her investigative work. Now, all she needed was business. Maybe the call could be just that.

Max, her rescue German shepherd mix, who had been enjoying a snooze in the late afternoon sun, opened his eyes. The phone rang a second time, forcing him to push up into a sitting position. He fixed her with an indignant stare. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

She held up her hand. “On the third ring, I don’t want to appear anxious or that we have no business.”

He gave a snort as his front legs slid out, allowing him to resume his prone position. His eyes remained open and one ear went up.

“Nala Bonne. Private investigator. Discreet is our first, middle, and last name.”


About the Author


M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries and The Talking Dog Detective Agency. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands-on approach. Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog. Overall, both are a fun series to create and read.

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Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Mastering the Beast by @TinaDonahue -- #pnr #menage #kinky #MFMM



Ménage & More Book 3

Series Blurb:

Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.

Mastering the Beast Blurb:

Surrendering is the only option she desires...

No one believes that under the tough attitude and schoolgirl fashion sense, reformed demon Zoe burns for a man, love and sex. She keeps those urges on ice and well hidden. She sold her soul for a guy once, and all it got her was a one-way ticket to Hell.

Her job, keeping supernatural creatures in line at From Crud to Stud, is all work and no play. Until she’s saddled with a trio of new enforcers who ooze so much sexual heat she’s afraid to be on the same planet with them.

Stefin, Anatol, and Taro try to contain their laughter as their adorable new boss tries to lay down the law. Apparently, no one told her they don’t take orders. They give them. And they’re determined to smooth her rough edges and tame her beast with acts so wanton they’ll make her scream—for more.

Talk about all hell breaking loose. Surrender won’t come easily, but given their devilish charm and her aching need, her journey to submission is one done deal.

Warning:

Contains an unholy trio of demons who don’t like to take turns. Break room…snacking. After-hours…training sessions. In other words, a sensual ride on the pleasure express. Features m/f/m/m sex in every flavor except vanilla. Bring. It. On.





Excerpt

Footfalls rang in the hall.

Three guys strode into Becca’s office, their movements fluid and assured. Each looked thirty or so, in mortal years, and had dressed in black, their shirts silk, their boots and pants elegant, like bouncers wear at an elite club.

No one was dancing in here, especially Zoe.

A faint sulfur scent emanated from the unholy trio. Flames flared briefly in their eyes.

Demons. The trouble she’d sensed earlier.

She froze, too stunned to move or speak.

The guy in the middle was easily six-three and nicely muscular, his blond hair shoulder-length. His rough good looks, bronze complexion and stubble put the va-va-voom in virile. Sin filled his light gray eyes, his mood dangerous and predatory.

Her belly fluttered.

He winked.

Disquiet and lust rolled through Zoe. Her legs went watery.

The guy on the right proved equally tall and powerfully built. Beautiful, he had rich-chocolate skin, dark eyes and long hair worn in dreadlocks.

Those babies would feel awesome gliding across her naked boobs and thighs—until he screwed her over like every other male had done.

She steeled herself against his allure.

He smiled.

A freaking dimple dented his right cheek, his grin an unusual combination of boyish mischief and raw sensuality.

Her pussy creamed.

Hot didn’t begin to describe the last guy’s masculine features, deep-blue eyes and thick auburn hair. Those wavy locks trailed past his ears and curled on his neck. His stubble called to everything female within Zoe, as did his height, big body and the assured way he regarded her.

The guys’ enticing sulfur odor enhanced their musky scents, making the mixture wanton and unashamed. Their impressive cocks pushed against their flies.

She bet each of their rods jutted from blond, black or auburn curls.

The room spun.

“Guys.” Becca lifted her reddish eyebrows. “This is Zoe.”

The introduction seemed to come from far away, Becca’s voice muted by the ringing in Zoe’s ears. She tried to respond but only managed an odd noise, part grunt, mostly a groan.

Becca edged closer. “Zoe, this is Anatol.” She gestured to the black hunk with the dimple. “Stefin.” The blond god in the middle winked again. “And Taro.” The blue-eyed hottie regarded her intensely. “They’re our new enforcers.”

Each looked in charge already, their stances saying they wouldn’t budge one damn inch for anyone, especially a female demon.

Becca offered a nervous smile. “You’ll be working with them from now on.”

Working with or for, as in taking orders, yearning helplessly then losing out as she had with the last man in her life?

Like hell.


About the Author



Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.










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Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Review Tuesday: Janelle Reston's Best Lesbian Erotica - #ReviewTuesday #lesbian #shortstories

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Janelle Reston’s Best Lesbian Erotica: From Sweet to Spicy
By Janelle Reston, 2018

In the golden age of erotica (maybe ten years ago?), short story collections were the dominant format for publishing explicit fiction. Editors such as Rachel Kramer Bussel, D.L. King, Alison Tyler, Sacchi Green and Cecilia Tan regularly brought out stunning themed anthologies studded with literary gems.

The advent of self-publishing seems to changed this. Anthologies have been swamped by “boxed sets” of novellas or novels. Meanwhile, authors tend to publish stories individually, in order to maximize income, as opposed to collecting them into a single volume.

Thus, it had been quite a while since I’d picked up a book of collected shorts. Reading Janelle Reston’s Best Lesbian Erotica felt like rediscovering a lost pleasure.

Although all the nine stories in this volume were written by the same author, they are delightfully diverse, ranging from realistic contemporary tales (“Body Shots”, “Bicycling Puts the Fun Between Your Legs”,”In a Pinch”) to magical fantasy (“Water & Air”, “Making Snow”) to moderately hard-core kink (“Alien Vibes”, “Wordless Surrender”). Every story in the book is well-crafted, smoothly written and sexy, if you enjoy FF interactions (as I do).

My favorite was probably “Alien Vibes”, in which a woman stages a thoroughly believable alien abduction scenario to arouse her lover. The premise was completely original, the descriptions of the “victim's” reactions deliciously real. “Water & Air” was also a stand-out, a lyrical piece about a young woman who believes that her family’s magic has skipped a generation, leaving her ordinary and powerless. She discovers her hidden capabilities only when she connects with another witch. “Wordless Surrender” is likewise remarkable. The hearing-impaired Domme in this story subjects her submissive to new trials in an attempt to deepen their connection.

I’d almost forgotten how much fun it is to binge on short stories every once in a while. If you’re in the mood for some quick and sexy lesbian fiction, give this collection a try.


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Monday, June 4, 2018

From best friends to lovers -- #MMRomance #NewAdult #ComingSoon @ValerieUllmer

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Genre: New Adult M/M Romance

Coming Soon (check valerieullmer.com/comingsoon/for updates)
Release Date: June 18th, 2018

Blurb

Ethan Sutton had come to the stunning revelation that he’d fallen in love with his best friend, Sebastian Young.  Although friends since childhood, Ethan vowed to keep his feelings for Sebastian under wraps and live the rest of his life with this one secret between them rather than risk a lifelong connection and never see him again.  But when they move into their own apartment at the start of their third year of college, can Ethan keep his feelings from showing when they live so close together?

Sebastian Young had an epiphany about Ethan at the end of last year and arranged for the shared apartment he’d found over the summer to be closer to Ethan and see if a relationship could develop between them.  But as they settle into their lives in a new place with such close quarters, ex-girlfriends, nosy downstairs neighbors, and Sebastian’s own doubts, their relationship could be in jeopardy before it even begins.


Can two best friends admit their feelings and fall in love?

Excerpt

Ethan kept his eyes on his phone during the entire trip. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to speak to Sebastian, who sang under his breath at the song coming through the speakers of his older SUV. But lately, whenever he’d been an enclosed space with Sebastian and caught his scent of pine and cedar mixed with a hint of mint each time he moved, it drove Ethan crazy. Even from a few feet away, Ethan could feel Sebastian’s body heat and he wriggled in his seat to adjust himself before his desire for his best friend became evident.

For years, the closeness he shared with Sebastian had been enough. It was the two of them against the world throughout high school, and Ethan mistakenly thought it would be the same in college. But when they started their freshman year, Sebastian decided he would make up for lost time by dating his way through the female student body at the University of Oregon. Sebastian still made time for him, but it was rare during their first two years of college for Sebastian not to have at least one date on the weekend.

At the time, Ethan hadn’t realized what the churning emotions were each time Sebastian started talking about a new woman. He only realized later he’d been jealous.

There had been a time during his sophomore year, driven by those feelings of jealousy and his newfound realization he was gay, he’d gone out with a frequency that matched Sebastian’s frenzied dating life. Heading to a well-known bar off-campus, Ethan was determined to find someone and forget about the fact the man he most wanted, who happened to be his best friend and straight, he couldn’t have. Although he’d gone home with a couple of guys, he’d never let anything progress past blowjobs. It solidified the fact he was indeed gay. Ethan had no clue what held him back from going further with the willing men he’d met, but something stopped him.

After Sebastian’s break-up with his long-time girlfriend, Sebastian became a constant in Ethan’s life again. Their friendship had never been strained, and during this time, they grew closer.

At the end of the year, they decided they wanted to rent an off-campus apartment and live together. Ethan thought they would request a room together in the dorms, but Sebastian wanted to ditch the dorms and find their own place. For some reason, their parents had agreed to it, although it would be substantially more expensive.

More than once, Ethan had wanted to look for a place before they were all rented, but Sebastian said that he would handle everything.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.” And he did.

But now they were moving in together, Ethan found himself nervous about having his feelings show at the most inopportune moments.

They had been placed not only in separate rooms but different buildings when they started their freshman year. And being so far apart from each other quickly became a pain in the ass. More often than not, Ethan would stay at Sebastian’s place, or Sebastian’s at Ethan’s. Unless Sebastian had a date.

It had been easy to hide his feelings then. He wasn’t so sure he could hide his desire in such close quarters. But when Sebastian brought up living together, Ethan couldn’t think of a reason why they couldn’t and agreed. Now, he could think of hundreds he couldn’t voice aloud.

But his eyes kept being drawn back to Sebastian, his heart kicking in his chest as he took in Sebastian’s tanned arm casually draped over the steering wheel. Each time Sebastian caught Ethan looking at him, he would give him that easy smile that made every man want to be his friend and every woman fall in love with him. Although their friendship was an easy one, Ethan sometimes wondered how they could grow so close when they were so different.

About the Author

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Sunday, June 3, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: A Lusty Ritual -- #ParanormalRomance #LesbianRomance #Magic

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Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday. I have a brief but intense excerpt for you today from my new release, The Witches of Gloucester.

Enjoy!



The flames twisted skyward in brilliant arabesques. The women circled the blaze, twirling, leaping and laughing as the wine sang through them. The blaze cast gold motes on Marguerite’s nut-brown skin and woke copper glints from Beryl’s hair. Joy swelled in Em’s chest. Lust simmered in her pelvis. She danced it all out into the world, arms twining, hips rolling, keening like a cat in heat.

How long did they dance? Em didn’t know. As the fire burned lower, the three moved closer, joining hands around the heap of scarlet embers. Their chants sank to murmurs. Their circles grew slower, smaller and more intimate, until finally they collapsed upon the grass, a tangle of bare limbs and kisses.

Marguerite’s mouth slipped away from Emmeline’s. Beryl’s replaced it. Em found herself cradled and caressed, sandwiched between two layers of smooth, fire-warmed flesh. “Thank you,” she half-moaned, as someone’s fingers slipped into her wet cleft. “I never knew...” A thumb rocked her straining clit and she saw stars. Someone explored her rear hole, stealing juices from her overflowing pussy to ease the way. “Oh... Beryl... Marguerite...please...”

Pleasure built upon pleasure, until her entire being quivered with need. Her clit felt near to bursting. She craved fullness, friction, even pain. But she knew better now than to strive for release. She let them have their way with her, let them teach her what her body wanted and how well they could give that to her.

“There’s one more stage to the ritual, little one.” Beryl’s voice, hot against her ear, was edged with authority. “You must surrender fully to us. Then we will be complete.”

Her eyelids fluttered open. She lay upon the aromatic grass. The moon had set. The sky above was black velvet studded with scattered gems. She sensed the presence of her lovers, kneeling on either side of her. Smiling her gratitude, she turned her head in Beryl’s direction.

The copper-haired vixen grinned down at Emmeline. Her plump nipples were a vivid scarlet, as though they’d been dipped in blood. Meanwhile, a massive phallus of polished wood reared up between her thighs, oiled and glistening.

Emmeline swallowed her fear. After all, Marguerite had used a dildo on her before, though not one this large. Still, her voice was reedy and weak in her own ears. “You...you want to fuck my pussy with your strap-on?”

“Your pussy and your ass, darling.” Em swung her head to the other side. Marguerite sported a cock as well, longer and thicker than Beryl’s, fashioned from gleaming carved ivory, a stark contrast to her dusky skin. “We must join our bodies, the three of us.”

“Oh my God! I...I don’t think I can...” A part of her shrank away from the thought of such violation, even by these women she wanted so badly. Another part, though, craved that ultimate impalement.

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Friday, June 1, 2018

New Release! The Witches of Gloucester - #FFF #paranormal #Gloucester #giveaway

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Today is release day for my lesbian erotic romance novella The Witches ofGloucester. This is more than just a sweet and sexy story about women, beauty and magic. It’s also something of a love letter to one of my favorite places in the world, Gloucester, Massachusetts.

Gloucester is located on the the rocky Cape Ann peninsula, and has one of the most complicated shapes of any city I’ve encountered. 




Because of this, it faces the sea in many different directions. Each seashore exposure has a different feeling about it. There’s the coastline along Atlantic Avenue, looking out to the open ocean, as the waves crash on Bass Rocks. There’s Long Beach, lined with summer cottages, and the much wilder and more complex Good Harbor Beach. Closer to the more populated part of town you’ll find the inner and outer harbors, where the fishing fleet anchors. Rocky Neck is a narrow peninsula sticking into the inner harbor, a long-time haunt of artists and craftspeople. 

 
Good Harbor Beach, Gloucester

Gloucester offers everything I adore: history, natural beauty, cultural attractions. For me it has always felt magical. In my tale, the witches in the title are the guardian spirits of this unique town, and responsible for the remarkable feeling I get when I’m there, the sense that something special is waiting just around the next corner.

Blurb

It’s not about power. It’s about love.

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

SPECIAL BONUS: Also includes "Late Show", a contemporary FF erotic romance tale about second chances.

Exclusive Excerpt

“There’s a new girl in town.”

“I know.” Beryl stretched her white arms over her head, to their maximum extent, then pulled herself up into a sit, legs crossed Indian style. A rich fragrance of pussy rose from between her parted thighs. “She stopped at the store yesterday, looking for titles about colonial-period Salem.”

“I’m sure you were very helpful.” Rolling onto her side and propping her chin up on her palm, Marguerite grinned at her redheaded partner.

“I didn’t dare get close. She was broadcasting sexual energy in every direction – pulsing like some hunk of radioactive matter. I swear, I nearly came, standing twenty feet away. Amazing!”

“Yes – I’ve been aware of her aura for the last few days. But I haven’t actually seen her.”
Beryl leaned forward for a quick kiss. Marguerite fought the urge to pull that pale, compact body down on top of her own. Not that Beryl would mind, of course. In fact, the little ginger cat took advantage of their closeness to tweak one of Marguerite’s still throbbing nipples, before pulling back.

“You’ll appreciate her,” Beryl added. “She’s just your type.”

“You mean, loud and bratty, like you?” Marguerite dodged Beryl’s flying fist. “No, seriously – what’s she like?”

“Young. Ethereal. Full of light. Wait, I’ll show you.” The witch padded on bare feet over to the wooden sea chest across the room to pull out a length of navy blue cloth printed with yellow-gold stars. She spread it over the braided rug that took up most of the floor. “Come. Sit with me.”
While Marguerite settled herself cross-legged upon the starry throw, Beryl retrieved a half-melted sapphire-blue candle from a shelf above the bed. She arranged it upon the cloth between them, then passed her cupped palm over the charred wick. “Illumine,” she declaimed.

The candle spontaneously ignited. At the same time, the afternoon dimmed. Sudden dusk descended. The blue-edged flame glowed, but did not dispel the gathered shadows.

“Look into the fire,” Beryl instructed.

Marguerite tended to use crystals or mirrors for divination. It took a few moments for her to discern the forms moving in the flickering brightness. As she focused her attention, the image grew more distinct.

A diminutive young woman even paler than Beryl sat reading at an old dinette table. Straight silver-blond hair cascaded down her back, almost to her waist. Her black tank top showed off a surprisingly deep cleavage for someone with such a petite frame, while her brief shorts clung to what looked like a heart-shaped ass.

Concentration knotted her eyebrows. Her rosy lips were pursed into a moue of dissatisfaction. She appeared to be struggling to comprehend the material. Or perhaps she was just restless. After a few moments, she snapped her book closed, rose from her chair and wandered over to peer out at the forest of masts visible through the open door. Her movements were like willow branches in the wind. Her hair shimmered in the sun, a platinum river. Marguerite’s theory about the woman’s ass was confirmed.

“She’s amazing! Do you think...?”

“It’s possible,” Beryl replied to the unspoken question. “But how can we draw her to us? You know the rules. We can’t use magic to bind her. She must come to us of her own free will.”

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Want to win a copy? Leave me a comment (with an email address, please), telling me about a place that you feel is magic. 

I’ll randomly draw two names who’ll receive a copy in their preferred ebook format.

Meanwhile, you can buy the book – which also includes a bonus story, “Late Show”, which appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 – at your favorite bookseller.

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