The Always Cambridge Series
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Sharing Halloween with Lisabet Sarai - Welcome Darkness
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Tuesday, 29 October 2013
Maggie Mitchell's Chasing Terpsichore @MMitchellWrites
When a goddess lands in modern times there’s bound to be trouble.
Banished from her home in Olympus and trapped in modern day Australia, Terpsichore does her best to fit in, but when she is mistaken for a prostitute she needs the services of straight- laced solicitor James Barrington to help.
James Barrington is a man on a fast track to a stellar legal career. Being involved with a pole dancing tango teacher is not part of the plan.
Together they fight a Titan rebel and a journey through the Underworld but can they find each other on the way?
Preorder: 13th September 2013
Prerelease: 27th September 2013
General Release: 25th October 2013
Buy Links: Totally Bound Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon Canada B&N
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Maggie Mitchell lives in her dream place by the sea. Of course, sometimes she even gets the dreams written down in a story. Lucky for her she has a musician for a husband who understands the creative spirit. In her other life she teaches undergraduate university nursing students and designs eLearning courses for health organisations. Most days you’ll find her out on her balcony enjoying a glass of Moscato or a cappuccino made on her beloved espresso machine.
Monday, 28 October 2013
Subterfudge - Whip It Up Anthology @NormandieA
Please Welcome Back Normandie Alleman...
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?
Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.
Learn more about the other stories and pick up your copy of the Whip It Up Anthology today:
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, her adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
Thanks in large part to the Food Network, cooking shows, and celebrity chefs, upscale cuisine has become accessible to everyone. These days you don’t have to dine at expensive restaurants every night to know how to “expand your palette.”
Totally Bound’s new anthology, “Whip It Up” includes six sexy BDSM stories about amorous antics in the kitchen, each one guaranteed to spice up your romantic fantasies. From cakes and canes to puddings and paddles, this hot read is sure to satisfy readers with even the most discriminating tastes.
Here’s the blurb for “Subterfudge” – my story in the “Whip It Up Anthology”:
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.
Excerpt:
Something soft and fluffy drifted up the inside of one of her legs, barely passing over her crotch before it glided down her other leg. It could have been a feather…a frilly, lush sensation. Yes, please.
“I know how much you like being tied up…do you think I need to do that to you tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered with need.
“Good thing I brought these, then.” He clutched her wrists and bound her with the familiar cloth restraints that he used with her so frequently. Her hands were confined above her head, their movement restricted to a few inches in each direction.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Ashley obeyed. The air in the room was chilly. A sense of vulnerability came over her. It reminded her of that feeling when you’re a patient in a cold, sterile hospital room.
Then she felt his mouth on her. She lurched and gasped for air when he buried his face in her mound. Tongue licking, nose nudging, teeth nipping, his hot breath coated her with his own lust. He had her quaking in moments.
She was on the verge of climax when he stopped.
Bastard! He’s teasing me. She was breathless, at the peak of arousal. He loves seeing me like a bitch in heat.
“I’m going to play with you with some unusual toys. I want you to try and guess what they are. I will help you along, but you give your best guess. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.
Thwack! She felt something on the inside of her leg. What is that?
“Keep your legs spread.” His voice issued a warning.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
More swats from the unknown implement. That feels familiar. What is it? When have I felt it before?
Then a swat to her pussy woke her up. The sting wasn’t terrible, but it definitely brought the blood to the surface and made her cry out.
“What am I smacking you with, little sub?”
“I’m not sure…”
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Sunday, 27 October 2013
Guest Willa Edwards Author of Dirty Work
Could Mr. Wrong really be Mr. Oh-So-Right?
As her friend's wedding approaches, Giselle Rossini feels more discouraged than ever. She's not where she wanted to be in life. She loves her job, but longs for something else to fill her days.
How had she become this person? She was pretty sure she hadn’t always been this focused on work. It certainly wasn’t who she wanted to be, but she had no clue how to change it.
Guest Blogger Willa Edwards
We all like different types of men. Some women like bald men, running their fingers of a smooth round scalp, while others crave thick curly hair all over their men, head, chest, back. Some women like tall and thin men, while others like stocky men covered with muscles. Every women has a different idea of who her Mr. Right is and what traits he might possess, whether it’s a man who works with his hands, or a man who’s better with equations than car motors. Every woman has a different idea of what Mr. Right should look like, and that was the whole basis of my Naughty Holiday List series.
One night, five women, Callie, Mallory, Krista, Amy and Giselle, all write down what they want in a man. They create lists of everything they want in their Mr. Right, very different lists, detailing different needs, and wants. And throughout the course of their stories they’ve all found those men.
Put what if the men you want are not the men you think you should want? That’s the issue that Giselle has to deal with in Dirty Work. She wants Garrett. He’s a working man, with oil under his fingernails and grease on his face. But after having several relationships with these kind of men, Giselle thinks she should move on and start dating a different kind of men. Men who spend more time sitting at a computer and working with numbers than car engine parts.
But can you deny who you’re attracted to? Can you really change the type of man that is your Mr. Right? And will Garrett give Giselle that chance? To find out, you’ll have to read Dirty Work now available with Siren Publishing.
Blurb
As her friend's wedding approaches, Giselle Rossini feels more discouraged than ever. She's not where she wanted to be in life. She loves her job, but longs for something else to fill her days.
When she walks into her ex-sweetheart Garrett at her school, declaring he's the new auto shop teacher and he wants her back, Giselle finds her last refuge quickly vanishing. Years ago she loved Garrett, but all he did was break her heart and prove to her men are all the same.
Garrett Montgomery never stopped loving Giselle. And now he's back, determined to work his way into her life. He's not surprised Giselle isn't ready to welcome him back into her arms, but he'll do anything to earn her trust again. Garrett's never been afraid of a little hard work, especially when it includes some dirty talking and getting naughty in the backseat of a car.
But can he break through Giselle's perfect impregnable shell and into her heart, or will the labor be too much for him to withstand?
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/dirty-work
In honor of October being Breast Cancer Awareness month, and to celebrate the release of Dirty Work I’ll be donating one dollar for every comment I get on my blog between now and Oct 31st, to the National Breast Cancer Foundation. http://www.willaedwards.com/2/post/2013/10/celebrating-a-release-with-a-good-cause.html
Please stop by, leave a comment, and help me provide mammograms to women in need.
Please stop by, leave a comment, and help me provide mammograms to women in need.
If you want to find out more information about how you can help provide mammograms to those in need, or find out more about preventing and diagnosing breast cancer you can go to https://www.nationalbreastcancer.org/
Excerpt
Giselle stared down at the list. The homemade paper was rough in her hands. The smell of pine and rose petals wafted from the page. The bright holiday ornaments and snowflakes stared up at her mockingly.
Ever since she’d created the list with her friends nine months ago the items cataloged on the holiday paper taunted her. It had seemed like such a fun idea, writing lists of the qualities your dream man would possess, with the hope that man would then find his way to your life. All her friends had been successful with it. One by one they’d all fallen under the spell. Each finding their own version of happiness. All of them, except her.
She dropped the list to her desk, right beside the invitation for Callie and Eric’s wedding, releasing a deep sigh. Only another day until the big event and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get excited about it. At least not as excited as she should be. She was the party planner, the event organizer. She should be in her element, but it felt forced, like she was going through the motions.
All her friends had found happiness with someone they loved. She should be happy for them. And she was. But it didn’t stop the pang in her heart that throbbed with her own loneliness. Or the quiet voice in the back of her head that wondered if there was something wrong with her, something unlovable.
She’d never thought she’d be the one whose life revolved around work. She thought she’d be married by now, maybe have a few kids. But life hadn’t worked out that way. Instead, she was at the school three days before the new year began, categorizing her supplies, and determining what she needed to order before the curriculum began. At least her students benefited. Most of them could out cook Rachel Ray with all she’d taught them.
How had she become this person? She was pretty sure she hadn’t always been this focused on work. It certainly wasn’t who she wanted to be, but she had no clue how to change it.
Giselle shoved the last of the flour, sugar, salt and baking soda back into the cabinet and noted the remaining ingredients she needed for the blueberry muffins she always made the first day of class with her Home Ec students, before grabbing her purse and heading toward the door. She’d promised to meet Callie early to finish decorating the pavilion in the park where she was to be married. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and Giselle had promised to make sure the event went off without a hitch so Callie could enjoy herself.
Not that she had a choice. No one else would be able to help Callie as well as she could. She couldn’t stand the idea of having to spend all day tomorrow looking at someone else’s lopsided flower arrangements or mismatched table linens. She shuddered at the thought of her best friend drinking out of plastic champagne glasses.
The sound of her heels clicking across the floor echoed through the empty halls. The rest of the teachers were off enjoying what remained of their summer vacation before the horde of hyper kids, helicopter parents and school board demands usurped all their time. Every teacher with a life, that is.
Giselle turned the corner, and the clang of metal coming from the auto shop lab piqued her interest. She smiled. She wasn’t the only one without a life.
They must have hired the new teacher. After Mr. Miller retired, James, one of her best friends’ husbands and the middle school vice principal, had revealed they’d decided to go a different way with the position. He mentioned hiring someone with less teaching experience and more real life experience. Giselle assumed that meant someone willing to work for less. Given how their school budget continued to dwindle, she didn’t blame him.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she snuck a peek toward the shop. The door hung wide open, giving her a good view of the cluttered room.
The new teacher was bent over, picking up a tool beside the broken down Ford Taurus they used for the kids to practice on. Her stomach flip flopped and her temperature rose as she stared at the delicious sight of the new shop teacher before her. She’d have to compliment James on the new hire. He’d made a very nice choice.
Giselle leaned back against the door jamb to admire the picture before her. She didn’t often ogle men, she just wasn’t that type of girl, but the sight before her was too good to ignore. His worn jeans cupped a very nice, well-formed ass. His thick masculine body would have all the female teachers interested in learning how to change their own oil.
She’d always loved manly guys, men who worked with their hands. It had gotten her into trouble more times than she could recall. She’d tried to be attracted to a man who spent more time behind a computer screen and reading books than he spent with grease beneath his fingernails, but so far it hadn’t worked. Yet another reason she was here today, instead of curled in bed with someone special.
He stood and Giselle smiled, walking further into the room. Now seemed as good a time as any to introduce herself to her new coworker. Maybe she’d offer to show him around the school, introduce him to all the other teachers. Her mood lightened and a small smile leapt to her face. Didn’t most people meet their significant other at work? Maybe the universe was finally working for her. Maybe this was her chance to meet her future husband. The next wedding they attended could be hers.
His back came into view, a dark red T-shirt spread across his broad shoulders. His blond hair spiked around his head, perfect for running her fingers through. She hoped he had brown eyes. She’d always been a sucker for a pair of dark eyes.
He turned around and Giselle gasped, all the air leaving her lungs in one large gust. She reached her hand out, grabbing hold of the doorframe to keep upright. The edges of her vision darkened.
“Hi, Dixie.” He grinned at her. His big foolish smirk knotted her insides, the drawl from his Georgia roots highlighting the nickname he’d given her over eight years ago, on their first date. “It’s great to see you again.”Guest Blogger Willa Edwards
Saturday, 26 October 2013
#MySexySaturday You Found Me #historical #romance
#MSSWeek22
My Sexy Saturday ~ The rules are simple
Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words from a WIP or published work
With a little prompt from our wonderful MSS host Lynn, this week's My Sexy Saturday is how your characters fall in love. So I picked one of my favourites, Niall and Rose from You Found Me, a Scottish/British historical romance.
She looked toward the voice. Niall was by the window, holding the babe upright with the tiny blond head snuggled against his cheek. The rest of his little body fitted against Niall’s massive chest, held by his strong gentle hands.
She fell in love, right there and then, with the pair of them. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind swirling. She could not live without them; they were hers. Her men. The pair of them looked so right together. Her son’s paleness against Niall’s darkness. But she knew in her heart it was all wrong. She must tell Niall the truth, she thought for the thousandth time. She owed it to him. He had given everything of himself and more. Honesty, acceptance, security, and his love, and how had she repaid him? With omission and silence.
As the writer, I fell in love with Niall long before I wrote this scene. Sigh...
And Lynn, I apologize again for breaking the 7 rule! ;)
Perhaps I should stop posting the rules, or ya know, obey them. :)
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I hope you enjoyed this extraction from You Found Me. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.
Perhaps I should stop posting the rules, or ya know, obey them. :)
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I hope you enjoyed this extraction from You Found Me. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
Saturday, 19 October 2013
#MySexySaturday Pushing the Boundaries
#MSSWeek21
My Sexy Saturday ~ The rules are simple
Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words from a WIP or published work
Welcome to the 21st week of My Sexy Saturday.
The highlighted sentence in the paragraph above provided by our lovely My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop hostess Lynn, caught my attention. Because for Hailey and Mike, from my erotic romance Swap; trying to fight their attraction is nearly impossible and not only do they push the boundaries physically and morally, so did I in writing this book. But being my first one, I was completely unaware that I'd been bucking one of the long unwritten rules of writing romance. Absolutely, No Cheating. You see, Hailey is married to Mike's brother, Brent (Mike is also entangled). I think that qualifies as risk-taking and boundary pushing. Ahh, ignorance is bliss!
I looked up at him, wanting a repeat of the other night. Was he having the same thoughts? I knew he was aroused. I didn’t even have to look. I could see the desire in his eyes. It made my skin prickle with raw heat. He just kept standing there, as if he didn’t want to leave. Do it, Michael, I encouraged him in my head. He wanted it, too. I could see it. Or was I just wishing for it to be there?
What would he do if I made the first move? Ripped at his clothes, sank to my knees in front of him and took his jutting cock into my mouth, leaving him no options? I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. Why couldn’t I just seize my chance? Why couldn’t I just tempt him, push him right over the edge of control?
I hope you enjoyed this extraction from Swap. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
Friday, 18 October 2013
The Finding Home Series Book 3 Airos by @_JenWright
It is my great pleasure to welcome back author of the Finding Home Series,
Jennifer Wright...
Thank you for having me as a guest today, HK!
I’ve been asked a few questions lately about my Finding Home Series, and a regular one seems to be, ‘how do your vampires and dragons differ from others?’ Well, considering I haven’t read every book out there that have vampires and dragons in them, I think I’d be better off just laying out who they are in my stories, and maybe someone will see something that sets them apart.
Let’s start with the vampires. Where the general thought of a vampire is that they’re undead – made by being bitten by a vampire – my vampires are born. They are their own species, not something that is created by a virus or some such thing as that. Also, like other vampires, they do need human blood to survive, but my vampires also need regular food (this I’m sure I’ve seen in another book as well, but isn’t as common). Their strength, acute senses and speed are also like other vampires, but I’ve added a few other things in – like some vampires cry blood, and some vampires eyes can shift which allows them to see portals that other vampires can’t see. Also, like in Zane’s case, vampires can be half-breeds of both vampire and human – I’m sure you can figure out how that happens. ;)
Now, the Dráguns/dragons. I think I confused a few people with these guys, so hopefully this’ll help. The species is the dragons, and Dráguns are dragons with a unique gene in them that they are born with. Dráguns are only male, and they only change from dragons to Dráguns when they hit manhood – at that age the gene inside them is more or less ‘activated’, turning them permanently into Dráguns. Drágun, like dragons, still look like human but they have solid black eyes (red ones when they’re angry). Dráguns are much stronger than dragons and they hold a higher superiority over dragons. The biggest difference between the two is that Dráguns can shift into an actual animal dragon form (think fire breathing dragons in fairytales), whereas dragons are only ever in a human form. Also, one way to tell dragons apart from humans, is that every dragon has yellow or amber colored irises.
Lastly, the mages. They really are like any other magical being, but go by different names by gender. All of the women are just known as witches. Children are referred to as witches, but, when they get older and their magic becomes stronger, the males become wizards, or warlocks if they’re really powerful. One things that stands out between the mages is that certain ones can be born with a special ability such as a healing power, being able to read minds, or, in Eli’s case, being able to move things with their mind. One other thing is that they live a little longer than humans.
And there you have it. Hopefully this helps. :)
Thank you, again, HK, for hosting me today!
Hope y’all enjoy this little teaser from my most recent release, Airos: Finding Home Series book 3, which you can buy and read today at Totally Bound! This offer goes through to November 14th, where it’s then on general release (buy it from Amazon, ARe, B&N, etc) on November 15th.
Book blurb:
Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?
Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?
Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day’s events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though, if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.
The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything away from him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants, and what’s right for him will be the biggest challenge he’s ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?
Excerpt:
Zane forced himself to put one foot in front of the other. His mind was reeling so badly he could barely focus on walking. He couldn’t believe he’d kissed Bo. What had he been thinking?
Just being in the room with Bo had clouded his thoughts, his determination. When the man had stood up, naked and shiny from the water glistening on his skin, Zane’s senses had faded even more. But the fierceness in the dragon’s words as he’d yelled at him, crowding him until he could retreat no more…well, Zane wasn’t sure he’d ever felt that turned on before, and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from reaching out and pulling Bo closer.
Deep in his mind, he’d been screaming at himself to stop, that he shouldn’t be doing it, but the desire had outweighed it, smothering it.
Zane’s body vibrated at the memory of Bo’s hot skin beneath his touch. That small, lithe body wrapped around him—pressed against him. The sweet taste of Bo’s mouth had nearly done him in. He had been ready to take Bo right then and there.
He wasn’t quite sure what it had been that had pulled him back, that had made him realize what he’d been doing, but his next thought had been to get out of there as quickly as possible.
He didn’t know what to do anymore. He’d never felt so confused. The only thing he could think of to do was to talk to Larken—his friend had always been there for him.
Zane came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the hallway.
Oh gods, Larken.
Zane felt sick to his stomach. With everything that had been happening, he hadn’t even thought about his friend. Larken had been there when he ran outside, and must have been there when he’d come back in, but Zane had been so focused on Bo he hadn’t even thought of Larken. He couldn’t even imagine what the man was going through—finding out his best friend was a half-breed.
Swallowing down his guilt and regret, he continued, hoping Larken would give him the chance to explain.
Author bio:
I was born in Arizona, but have spent the better part of my life in Wisconsin. While I enjoy living close to my family, my heart longs to live in the South – or anywhere where the winters are warmer, and I hope to someday get there. I love writing, and try to dedicate as much of my free time to it (ha! what free time?). If I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving boyfriend debating on what movie to watch and the never ending back and forth decision of what we should have for dinner. I love spending time with my family and boyfriend, cuddling with my two cats, and laughing as much as possible (cuz I like to think I'm funny :-D).
Some little tidbits about me are – I love horses and cats, I have a really big sweet-tooth, and I've been told I like to talk with my hands (insert hand gestures here).
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