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Sunday 31 May 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWriWa #8Sunday A Snippet from mild #BDSM Next Weekend #erotic


This is my first week participating in the 
Hope you enjoy this snippet from mild BDSM, erotic  
Next Weekend — A couple in the midst of divorce proceedings discover something new, 
but is it too little too late?



She wanted to come so bad. It wouldn’t take much. Maybe that’s what he was hoping for. He loved it when she touched herself.

She snaked a hand down, ready to cup her throbbing cunt, middle finger poised to diddle her clit. She was a quivering mess.

“Don’t!” he snapped. “Move your hand away.”

She wanted to cry with frustration but she found herself obeying his command.

Hope you enjoyed the tease.  

Next Weekend – mild BDSM, erotic, contemporary, Romance on the Go 

Here's the blurb:

Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce...


Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision. 

The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender. 

But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it. 

Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.  Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

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Saturday 30 May 2015

#Saturday7 Some naughty office shenanigans... #MySexySaturday

Welcome to the 94th week of  
My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is A Sexy Delight and it can mean just about anything. When we first thought of this, the song Afternoon Delight came up as well as thoughts about sexy evening delights and other wondrously sexy things. Basically, this one is up to you. 

How about some afternoon delight in the form of naughty office shenanigans between the boss, Roger and his assistant, Lexi. Hope you enjoy this snip from an untitled, unfinished, unedited WIP...

 “I’d rather be spending these few minutes before my client arrives, the way we did the other day. Do you remember, Lexi?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it, sir.” I clamped my legs together as I imagined his fingers delving deep inside me.

“Neither can I. What happens when you think about it, Lexi?”

I hesitated.

“When I think about it,” he continued,  “I get the most painful hard-on, in the best possible way, of course.”

“I…I get wet, sir.”
 

"Ahhh," he exhaled heavily causing goosebumps to shoot up my arms. My nipples hardened. “Are you, Lex? Are you wet for me now?”

“Yes," I admitted breathlessly.


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Sunday 24 May 2015

#WeekendReads His Marriage Demand @fionaainamurphy #99cents #eroticromance

Looking for a hot weekend read? 
His Marriage Demand
by Fiona Murphy


For two years, Ria has longed to touch the fire in Drake Hawthorne’s eyes, but she doesn’t dare. The hotel where she works has a strict hands-off-patrons policy and if it’s found out she’s even lingered too long in his room, she’ll lose the job she’s worked so hard for. Maybe if she were more reckless and willing to step out on a ledge she would, but she isn’t and she can’t. Because it isn’t just Ria’s welfare at stake, but her little brother’s, and she’s not able to put his happiness on the line for her own. So, she’ll keep hiding behind the meaningless wedding ring and fake husband that she knows is the only thing that has kept Drake from pushing her for more. She’s seen enough rich and powerful men like Drake Hawthorne to know they didn’t care about the havoc they left behind only for the moment where they got what they wanted. Ria needs more than a moment, she wants and needs forever.

When Drake finds out there isn’t a husband, he demands marriage, and Ria opens her mouth to say yes, until he warns her about the ending. Marriage shouldn’t come with a time limit and Ria refuses to give in. Just when it looks like forever is promised, will a threat from her past cost her the future that’s within reach with Drake?
 
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Exerpt:
 
The box is slammed down on the entry table. It’s open and I fight back
the sob welling up at it.

I close my eyes but the sight of the huge ring is embedded into my
retinas. My back hits the door and he’s so close I can feel him.

His breath is against my ear in the moment before he speaks. I shiver
at his heat, “Put the damned ring on and put the both of us out of
this misery. I have the jet on standby. We can be in Vegas, married
and back by the time you have to be home to get Justin off for school.
You can be moved into my home, our home, by this time tomorrow night.
You’ll be where you’ve belonged for so damned long. Enough hiding, no
more endless nights of longing, put the damned ring on.

I can’t leave the project I’m on right now and I know you won’t want
to leave Justin alone. We’ll do a honeymoon once school is out.”

Damn the needy moan escaping me as his mouth finds my ear and his
tongue slides over my skin. A nip at the soft skin of my ear and I
jump as he kisses me down the side of my neck. I’m not surprised he’s
so good at knowing just where to linger. I push the words out,
desperate to stop him while I can still think. “Why bother to propose
a marriage with a time limit on it?”

I’ve finally got his attention and he’s surprised. Pulling back, he
looks down at me in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, a
time limit?”

“You said I had to sign a prenup for when it was over. I get the
prenup, but you said it like you didn’t expect it to last. So, how
long do you expect what you’re offering to last? Two months, two
years, how long?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s what has you saying no? Ria, I’m not
putting a time limit on the marriage. You’re still young, only twenty
six and I’m not expecting you to go the distance. I don’t want
children. Justin is already here, I understand your loyalty and love
for him. I’ll do my best to make sure he’s cared for and knows he’s an
important part of both of our lives. You might not want them now but
you’ll probably eventually want children. That will be when our time
ends. It will be up to you, I’ll keep you as long as you want to
stay.”

Anger flares hot and bright at his words. Angry tears well up, and I
push him away, he’s too close. Once again, he’s saying I can have him,
but not really; because yes, one day I want kids of my own. Only they
won’t be his, the way I want them to be. “You know everything, don’t
you? The Dragon of Chicago, cold-blooded, brilliant, demanding,
arrogant and no one says no to you, ever. Every fucking thing is
planned, plotted, and everyone is just supposed to fall in line. Well,
if you know everything, then you should know I’m going to say no,
again. I’m saying, no and I hope that ring is returnable.”

I turn and my hand is on the door. He moves fast, so fast my head is
spinning as he pushes me against the door and presses his body against
me. Heat flares everywhere, my skin is too tight and I crave something
I’ve never known before. His mouth is on my neck and he’s not gentle
this time, he’s leaving a mark. Drake’s hands are everywhere and I
melt, my legs won’t hold me up. He feels it, picks me up, and he’s
walking toward the bedroom of the suite.

Sanity hits me as he drops me on the bed, not gentle anymore. He’s
tearing off his shirt. Even as my body aches for the hard muscular
chest he’s revealing to press back into me, I’m shaking my head, words
are too hard to form. I’ve lost the blazer to the uniform somewhere
and half the buttons on my shirt are undone, without any memory of how
it happened. Nodding yes, he follows me down on the bed.

His Marriage Demand
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Biography



Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me. 

I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it. 


I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way. 


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Saturday 23 May 2015

#MySexySaturday Gotta get me some of that...

Welcome to the 93rd week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is My Sexy Love. The first thing we thought of with this theme was Hands of Love by Wall of Voodoo. Or how about Corey Hart and Sunglasses at Night. Maybe a little of Art of Noise and Moments in Love. Then there’s the Fine Young Cannibals and She Drives Me Crazy or Chris Issac with Wicked Game. These are the things that help drive writers to write. Music, songs and the people who sing them. And we aren’t forgetting the now generation with songs like Your Love Is My Drug or  Like Yesterday and the hundreds of others that remind us each and every day why we write romance.

There is something special in writing about love and how two people, sometimes more, can find how important it is. It’s special to us as writers if we find a song or a series of songs that epitomize that love story.

I love this week’s topic. Music has been a big source of inspiration for me in many of my books. Whether it’s a certain lyric that trips something in my mind or a feeling the song provokes.

You might even be able to pick out a couple of my titles that remind you of a song title. Rock Me Gently and Memories of Us. I’ve also been known to mention certain songs in my books.

I know a lot of authors listen to music while they are writing. I don’t. But sometimes I can listen to a song and a whole scene will begin to develop. Or I can picture one of the scenes from one of my books.

I wrote an entire story from what began as one of these visions. It was a Thomas Rhett song, Get Me Some of That.



 There’s a part in the song that goes, 

Little more what you doin' right there
Swingin' your hips and slingin' your hair
Side to side with your drink in the air
Lord, have mercy, now, girl, I swear
Gotta get your number in my phone
Gotta get me some of you alone
We can worry 'bout it later on
Right now just keep makin' this my favorite song

You're shakin' that money maker, like a heart breaker, like your college major was
Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights
Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight
I bet your kiss is a soul saver, my favorite flavor, want it now and later
I never seen nothin' that I wanted so bad
Girl, I gotta get me, gotta get me some of that

Immediately, I could see that girl. Long blonde hair swinging, a red solo cup in her hand, on the verge of spilling, but she doesn’t care, she’s feeling the music. I panned out and picked up more details. There’s a bonfire, lots of other kids her age, partying, pick-up trucks parked in a semicircle, headlights on. Maybe a high school or college party. I can see her but I don’t know anything about her yet. I look around a little more and realize, all eyes are on her. Everyone watches her, boys and girls alike. She’s one of those people that garners all the attention, but she doesn’t have to try. It’s the way she holds herself the way she moves. She’s confident, graceful and she doesn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about her. As I pull back a little more, I find the boy who looks at her a little differently than all the others. He’s attracted to her, yes, but there’s something else in his gaze. He cares for her but more so he’s weary of her, scared shitless of her actually. But he’s also very protective. And that’s how Memories of Us (a little play on Keith Urban’s Making Memories of Us) began. This is Karis & Call's story. The first part of the tale flips back and forth between the present and the past as Call (as an adult) remembers their tumultuous teenage years. 



I don’t often create play lists but I did for this story. 

Get Me Some of That Thomas Rhett 
Jumped Right In Dallas Smith 
Summer of 19 You and Me, Dan and Shay 
They don't know about us - One Direction
Not a Bad Thing - Justin Timberlake 
Shawn Mendes - Life of the Party 
Jesse Mccartney - Freaky 

Blurb:
  
When the present and the past collide… 


Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters. 

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

Excerpt: 

A memory of us
 
The boys and I headed to a bonfire party out one of the back roads in a vacant farmer’s field. The baseball team was having a blowout, drowning their sorrows after losing their last game, which put them out the state finals. Most of the school was going to be there. I left the Jeep at home, hoping I could have a few drinks for a change, instead of always being the DD.
 
A shit ton of people showed up. Kids from other schools, from several counties surrounding ours. Good old boys in pickup trucks rolled in with several kegs and we got loud and obnoxious. It was fuckin’ great. I had more than my share of brew and I was feeling absolutely no pain when Karis showed up. As usual, she looked great. She was in a pair of short shorts that showed off her tanned, toned legs. She wore a light jacket on top to combat the light breeze and the insects.
 
I’d been getting cozy with this girl from a rival high school. Joy, I think her name was. We’d been dancing and flirting. I was this close to kissing her and maybe suggesting we find somewhere quiet to go. Then Karis started dancing with one of the baseball players. Not her normal bouncing party girl moves but sensual and slow.
 
“Oh, I love this song,” Joy said, and we started to move, but every time I looked up I made eye contact with Karis. She looked completely sober for once and Goddamn beautiful to boot. She wore her long blonde hair down. It cascaded down her back when the wind wasn’t playing with the strands. “Is she your ex or something?” Joy asked.
 
“Naw. She’s my buddy’s sister. We all kind of look out for her.” That seemed to appease her, but after another song went by, she said, “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be dancing with her?”
 
“Fuck no. Why?” I looked at her as if she were demented.
 
“Because you can’t seem to keep from watching her.”
 
“I might be looking over in that direction, but I’m not zeroing in on her. Besides my beer goggles are starting to get pretty thick. But more to the point, I’m here with you.” I smiled then dipped my head and kissed her. But when I came up for air, I realized, Karis and the ball player were also lip-locked, and for some reason it hit me straight in the gut. I refocused on the chick I was with.
  Evernight     Amazon  

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Thursday 21 May 2015

#NewRelease Her Own Devices by Lisabet Sarai #lesbianerotica

 Her Own Devices

A Collection of F/F Erotic Short stories by Lisabet Sarai 


Published May 12, 2015 by LadyLit Publishing
36,000 words
ISBN # 9789881420428
Genre: F/F erotica and erotic romance
Heat level: Explicit (5 flames)


Blurb



In Her Own Devices, Lisabet Sarai collects her favorite stories of lesbian desire into a single volume. Meet Ally, former gang member, whose fears losing her identity along with her tattoos in the skilled hands of laser technician Luisa. Get to know butch firefighter Wilhemina “Billie” Macdonald, struggling to recover from the disastrous accident that killed her best buddy, with the help of a rather unconventional psychotherapist. Lick your lips at Goth rock chick Mina, barely into her twenties but brazen as sin, and velvet-clad, cigar-smoking Silicon Valley siren Dr. Marta Hausman.  Share Sister Kathleen Patrick’s confusion and arousal as she finds herself drawn to a most unsuitable partner. Experience submissive femme Jana’s ultimate surrender to her Daddy’s ropes, clamps, and ice cream sundae.


Each of these nine luscious tales will introduce you to distinctively different women. Each demonstrates that, left to her own devices, a woman can find what she needs—passion, comfort, love, healing—in another woman’s arms. 

Explicit Excerpt



"I told you to make yourself comfortable. Do I have to discipline you to get you to obey me?" She gestures at me with the crop. I'm simultaneously terrified and terribly aroused.



"No – no, Ma'am."



"Get those clothes off, then. Now."



I strip as quickly as I can, acutely aware of her dark eyes on me. In thirty seconds or less, my clothes are in a tangled pile on the cushions. I stand naked in front of her, suddenly embarrassed  by the dark fuzz on my legs and in my armpits.



Marta inhales, deep and slow, then releases the smoke through pursed scarlet lips. She is silent as she circles my body, judging me. She's achingly close, but she does not touch me. I tremble every time I sense her moving.



She pauses behind my back, and brushes the riding crop lightly over my buttocks. I freeze. Will she beat me, mark me, make me hers? I brace for the pain, fearful yet strangely eager for the new sensation. Instead she places the crop where I can see it on the lounge.



"Not today, little one – not this time. Not as long as you are a good girl."  I feel her heat, smell her musk mixed with the fruity cigar scent. My legs are rubbery, unstable. She massages my buttocks, molding them in her palms. All at once I feel her finger sliding from behind into my soaking cunt. I clench my muscles around the slender digit, trying to keep her inside me, but she slips free and holds her finger in front of my face. I breathe in my own damp, ripe aroma.



Her voice next to my ear is soft and smooth as velvet. "You certainly are a wet little girl, Loretta. A deliciously wet little slut." She pulls my plait out of the way and kisses me just below the earlobe. Her lips send shivers racing through me, electric arcs that spark across my nipples and converge on my clit.



I'm dying for more, but she pulls back after that brief caress. Her fingers ghost down to the small of my back, where she pulls off the elastic that secures the braid. "When you're with me, I want your hair loose, free. I want to see it flowing over your shoulders."  She arranges it that way as she speaks, then circles back around to evaluate the effect.



"Much better." She flicks a lock away from my breast, almost but not quite touching me. "But I certainly don't want to hide those adorable tits."  Seating herself on the chaise, she beckons me to her. My nipples are just at the level of her lips. She warms one with her breath, and it tightens visibly. I want to scream, to beg her to touch me. She's running this show, though. We both know that.



She fastens her mouth on that needy nipple. I close my eyes as  pleasure and relief overwhelm me. She sucks steadily. My clit twitches and dances as if her mouth were down there instead. I moan and try to rub my hungry pussy against her robe. She bites down hard on the swollen bud of flesh between her lips.  



"Ow!"



"Naughty little slut! Maybe I need to use my crop after all!"  Her actions don't match her words, however. I imagine her seizing her instrument of punishment and throwing me over her lap so that she can chastise me. Instead, she sinks to one knee in front of my pussy and opens me with her mouth and fingers.
 
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About Lisabet Sarai



LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl. Her story “The Late Show” appears in the recently released Best Lesbian Erotica 2015. Her first stand-alone lesbian title, The Witches of Gloucester, was release in March by LadyLit.



Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

Wednesday 20 May 2015

#NewRelease Expecting The CEO’s Baby Series #BoxedSet by @miacaldwellbwwm #Interracialromance

Hi H K! Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog and letting me write a guest post. I’m a huge fan of your work, especially the Always Cambridge series.

I’m so happy to present the box set of my series, Expecting The CEO’s Baby.  Individual stories have been published throughout the month of April and the beginning of May, but this is the first time all of the stories have been compiled into one volume. All four parts of the Expecting The CEO’s Baby series are included here. As an added bonus, I’ve included an epilogue that gives a special (and sexy!) update to Ryanna’s and Andrew’s story. 



Part 1:

When I prevent a distracted Andrew Rutledge from walking into traffic, I have no idea he's a billionaire CEO. When he insists on seeing me again a few days later, I have no idea what to expect. Certainly not what he proposes, having his baby!

Andrew is handsome and rich, so I'm not sure why he's willing to pay me a lot of money to do what hundreds of other women would probably do for free. Since a job offer fell through at the last minute, I have no choice but to take his offer seriously. This arrangement will change my life in more ways than one. While I'm willing to help Andrew have a baby, giving him my heart is another matter entirely. . .

Part 2:


Weeks after saving the handsome and rich billionaire CEO Andrew Rutledge’s life, I am living in his mansion and we’re trying to have a baby!

But what started out as a straightforward deal for him to pay me a total of three million dollars to conceive and bear his child has turned into something else entirely. I’ve fallen in love with Andrew and can see us living happily ever after and raising our child together. And from his soft words and passionate kisses, I can tell Andrew feels the same way.

However, our happiness is threatened when a tabloid reporter finds out about our unusual arrangement. The looming scandal turns Andrew from the loving and caring man I fell in love with into a cold stranger who cares about nothing except his electronics company and his position as CEO. His abrupt transformation leaves me alone and confused, even more so now that a baby is on the way. . .

Part 3:


I'm finally pregnant by Andrew Rutledge, the handsome billionaire CEO who's paying me three million dollars to conceive and bear his child. Unfortunately, Andrew exposed his true insensitive and uncaring colors when a reporter confronted me about the details of our arrangement. Instead of being concerned with how the potential scandal might impact me, Andrew only cared about his electronics company and its board of directors. He made clear I came in a distant second place. And I'm scared his priorities won't change even after he finds out I'm pregnant!

What happened to the tender and loving man with whom I'd fallen in love? How could I raise a baby with such a callous and cold stranger? But the biggest shock comes when I discover the potential scandal originates from a source much closer to home than I ever would have suspected. Now I am totally and utterly alone, except for the baby I'm carrying. Can Andrew and I rediscover the love and passion we once shared and find our way back to each other for the sake of the child I'm carrying?

Part 4:

When I stopped handsome billionaire CEO Andrew Rutledge from walking into traffic, I had no idea it would put me on the path to having his baby! What began as a straightforward, though unconventional agreement for me being paid three million dollars to conceive and carry Andrew's child has developed into so much more.

Thought I didn't mean to do so, I fell in love with the powerful and good-looking CEO. However, I'm not totally sure how he feels about me. But now that I'm expecting the CEO's baby, it seems more important and urgent than ever to find out where I stand. For the sake of our unborn child, I'm hoping Andrew and I can find a way to create a happy and loving home with two parents who aren't afraid to say how much they love each other . . .

Epilogue:


Check in with Ryanna and Andrew to what their life is like now!

Again, I want to thank H K for inviting me to her blog and allowing me to her fantastic readers and fans about my new release, the Expecting The CEO’s Baby – The Complete Series. I hope you all check it out.  J

I love hearing from readers! You can email me at authormiacaldwell@gmail.com , tweet me, or find me on Facebook! And you can always sign up for my mailing list here to get updates on the latest stories and learn about new releases.

Saturday 16 May 2015

#MySexySaturday All male aggression and no technique...An #excerpt from #erotic #timetravel Lost Time

Welcome to the 92nd week of My Sexy Saturday
This week’s theme is Sexy Forever. Think of couples who live forever. You know, your favorite vampires, werewolves, even angels or ghosts. We want to know them all. They can be sexy, hot, sizzling and we want to know all about them. 
We can think of many, many of these type heroes and heroines. Think of the classics like Dracula or Frankenstein. Think of the writings of authors like Anne Rice or Jim Butcher or Patricia Briggs or Lilith Saintcrow to name a few. These characters are the type that live forever. And while those are the classic types, not all of them are the classic character. Think about the middle-aged woman who suddenly finds herself beautiful once bitten. Or how about the hero who really can save everyone. 

The Rules Post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words from a WIP or something published.

A snippet from erotic time-travel Lost Time

BLURB:

Within this frame, his curse is time…

Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.

When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.

Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.

But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?

Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…

Excerpt: 

“May I see? Will you show him to me?”


She seemed attached to the portrait…to Lockhart. She didn’t say ‘will you show me it’ but ‘will you show me him’. “It’s right over there.” He pointed to a dark corner where he‘d propped it up and left it. He cocked the shade of the adjustable lamp on his draftsman’s desk so that it illuminated the painting.


She stepped closer. She shook her head slightly, looked at him then back at the painting. “No…” she cried. “No…” Her eyes filled. “That’s not him! That is not Lockhart! It’s just like Jake. Jake wasn’t Jake, and now Lockhart…”


Llachlan tried to gather her into his arms. She batted at him, unwilling to accept his comfort. “No… No, don’t.” She swung her arms away from him.


“No! Why does this keep happening? You!” she accused, pointing in his face. “You look more like him than that does!” She gestured towards it. “Why is that? Why are you him? Why am I attracted to you? Why do you say things to me that he said to me? Why when I look in your eyes do I see him?” she yelled.


He remembered vaguely when he was brutally fucking her among the stones she’d said his name. Not Llachlan but Lockhart. His gut tightened again when he realised he’d answered to it. “Wait, wait, wait.” His mind screeched to a halt. “Do you think you…had a…relationship with this…this apparition?”


“Yeah, yeah, I think I did,” she said, defensively, as if challenging him to prove her wrong. “I know I did.” She pulled her top down and showed him the fading fingerprints on her skin. “He did this to me! And he fucks just like you do! All male aggression and no technique!” she spat.


Llachlan opened his mouth then closed it again. He needed to think about that one. He’d never been accused of being a bad lover. But, then again, he’d only been after one thing out there with her. He’d just wanted to bury himself in her. He still wanted to. His cock jerked again at the thought.


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Friday 15 May 2015

Out Now! #99cents The Dark Son : The Fall of Cairnnon Castle #erotic #paranormal #timetravel

It's Release Day!
Book 3 in the Lustful Possession Series is here!
The Dark Son
The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

Whether it's right or wrong for an author to say, of all the short stories in the Lustful Possession Series, this book is my favourite out of the seven! I can't wait to share it. It's a little bit of everything I like to read and write all rolled into one. Although to this point in the series, the genre has been contemporary paranormal erotic, this book turns historical time-travel, and that's my jam! :D 

Irish Scientist and paranormal investigator, Neve Brádach, falls into a whole new time and place when there's a cave in at one of the most haunted castles in all of Ireland, Castle Cairnnon!

As Neve and the group of International Investigators scramble to free one of their own from Cairnnon's most evil entity, the castle crumbles around her, leaving her broken, dying and trapped in the belly of the beast.

And this is where Neve's story begins...

  Castle Cairnnon:  Perhaps not the gate, but the very epicentre of hell—a fate most souls do not survive.
 
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The Dark Son : The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Book 3 in the Lustful Possession Series
ONLY 99¢ 

Catch-up from previous book: Neve Brádach had always wanted to work with an internationally renowned team of paranormal investigators so when a U.S. team decides to explore a famous site in her own backyard, Cairnnon Castle, she does everything she can to secure a place on the team.

One of the most haunted places on earth, Cairnnon Castle is home to one of the most malevolent entities ever documented. Bás a thagann, loosely translated it means simply—death comes. So when the enthusiastic American troop descends on Neve’s Irish hills, the last thing they expect to do is rile up the evilness within.

But Bás takes an immediate interest in one of the American investigators and holds him prisoner within the castle, sapping his strength and will. As Neve and the others rush to find a solution, before another good man loses his soul to the malicious elemental, she discovers the secret that might send Bás a thagann to its own permanent hell.

As Neve verbalizes the words that should free Cairnnon from its most evil resident, the castle crumbles around her, leaving her broken, dying and trapped in the belly of the beast.

And this is where Neve's Story Begins...


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Thursday 14 May 2015

Blind Influence by Linda Riesenberg Fisler @lfisler #BlogTour + #Giveaway $50 Amazon GC


Blind Influence (Romantic Suspense)
by Linda Riesenberg Fisler On Sale Now HERE 40% Off

Successful, sexy attorney Nicole Charbonneau feels content with her life and career as a star at a powerful law firm in Washington, DC. She is blind, however, to the circumstances that will put her at the center of a web of deceit, murder, power plays and conspiracies. Across the ocean, British MI-6 Agent Sean Adkins is tracking a cold-blooded assassin known as the Serpent, who’s been hired to kill President Andrews. The Serpent cares only for the millions he’ll get, not why the powerful group of men wants Andrews killed.

The Serpent, a master of disguise, completes his job, but will it be his last? Sean will stop at nothing to get revenge, which includes setting a trap. Nicole, through her work and her connection with Robert Jenkins, a powerful young senator who happens to head the Intelligence Committee, pieces together who hired the assassin. Will the senator reveal to the public all he knows, or will revealing the identities of the powerful businessmen, politicians and government officials be too much for a country already in a fragile state?

Blind Influence, set in 1979 when the United States was on the brink of its second oil crisis, takes readers on a wild ride of political intrigue and personal discovery.

AUTHOR BIO 

When Linda Riesenberg Fisler isn’t working on her next book she is painting in her studio or riding her Trek bicycle along the many bike trails of Ohio. The former Fortune 500 consumer products manager explores art through her worldwide Internet radio show, “Art Chats with Linda Fisler”. Linda has been creative since childhood, writing stories and scripts of movies and TV shows to entertain friends. She discovered oil painting in the 1990s and began trying to express words visually.

Writing Blind Influence helped Linda realize she had been blind to letting others run her life, so she began to transition to the more artistic life she has today. In addition to The Blind series of books, Linda has created a fantasy book based on her exploration of spirituality. She hopes readers will learn how to open their own eyes instead of blindly following the expectations of those around them.

Teaser:

Then it started. The siren was the first thing to warn him something was
wrong. The golden light turned dark. The bittersweet taste of adrenaline
began in his mouth, and he swallowed, trying to quell it. A red flashing
light accosted his eyes, and he could see himself running to his home—
their home. He ran into the house, unable to catch his breath. He tried to
wake himself from the nightmare. He didn’t want to live this again.

Game:
  
Who would you cast to play the Characters in Blind Influence?

If you are like me, when I read a book I end up casting an actor or actress in the part.  So let’s do this too.  

1.     Who would you cast to play Nicole Charbonneau?
2.     Who would you cast to play Sean Adkins?
3.     Who would you cast to play Robert Jenkins?
4.     Who would you cast to play the assassin—the Serpent?
5.     Who would you cast to play Tony Shafer?
6.     Who would you cast to play Carol Gartner?
7.     Who would you cast to play Ahnah?
8.     Who would you cast to play Jerome Bailey?
9.     Who would you cast to play Kevin Thompson?
10.   Who would you cast to play Norman Sipes?




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Blind Influence Excerpt:

Paris, France

The alley was dark and littered with trash from the overflowing waste cans and with drunken, unconscious patrons of the saloon located at its end. The amber light, which seeped from the cracks in the door and boarded-up windows of the dilapidated building, provided enough light for passersby to avoid stepping on any undesirable objects. Noise from the saloon was muffled, but still audible, as it drifted down the alley to one of the many streets of Paris.

A man, whose face was still handsome though hiding the youth that had been beaten from him by the life he had chosen, prepared to tiptoe his way through the maze to the saloon door. His short dark hair blended with the misty night. The collar of his raincoat flipped up, its belt tightly securing the taut raincoat around his sinuous body to protect the clothes beneath it. He stood at the corner of the street and alley, surveying them both. Had he been followed? Who was waiting for him in that dark alley or in that raucous saloon? Did he have his gun loaded? He withdrew the firearm, a Beretta, checking it and his surroundings. It was now ready in case he needed it. He glanced up and down the main thoroughfare before sliding around the corner into the misty darkness of the alley, toward the amber light that betrayed the presence of some of the lowest life of Paris.

As he tiptoed to the door, he heard a screech. He didn’t bother to look. He had heard those types of screeches before. It was a rat, something he despised intensely and saw far too often. It was beyond this well-educated, well-dressed man why Jacques preferred to squander his life in such vile places. In this man’s estimation, Jacques was paid rather handsomely for his information.

Another screech caught the man’s attention and pulled him from his thoughts. He paused as he waited to hear additional steps on the wet pavement. There were none, only the snorts and swat of a man awakened by the vile, dirty creature trying to steal a breadcrumb from the drunk’s shirt. The man again started for the door of the saloon.

He reached the door and breathed a quick sigh of relief. Just before placing his hand on the doorknob to enter the raunchy establishment, he took in a very deep breath. He winced from the stench, which made him wish he hadn’t done that. He opened the door slowly, trying not to attract any attention with swift movements. He entered the room cautiously but calmly. He stood momentarily in a darkened corner at the entry of the room, surveying it and all the chaos. No one was the least bit interested in him. The room was lit with sconces and lamps, all draped with red and orange chiffon-like material. The man wasn’t sure what kind of effect the owner was going for, but he was quite sure he had walked into a badly reproduced opera. The amber light danced with the smoke created by just about any type of smoking device he could think of, all being used by various patrons of the bar. In one corner of the room was a very badly abused grand piano, which was annoyingly out of tune. Most of the patrons were around this piano, while a sloppily dressed overweight woman sang as if she were an opera diva, complete with fan and headdress, screeching a very bad rendition of the Casta Diva aria, which sprang from her heavily red lipstick laden mouth. Like fingernails scratching down a chalkboard, the woman’s attempt at singing grated on the man’s nerves. As the shrill sound of a high note accosted the man’s ears, he turned his head to see a darker area, far from the offending racket of the opera impersonators who, he surmised, were pretending to be performing at Covent Garden.

As the man reached the darkened corner booth, he untied his coat and slid onto the stained and tattered velvet bench, his back to the wall, facing the door to the saloon. His form seemed to disappear in the darkness, his hands seen only as he called the bartender over to the booth. He thought of ordering gin when the bartender arrived but somehow felt whiskey was more appropriate. He found that thought strangely odd, but it didn’t matter anyway. He had no intention of drinking it.

Shortly after the bartender returned with his shot, a short Frenchman, complete with at least a three-day growth on his face and the body odor to match, slid into the bench across from the smartly dressed man. The Frenchman’s smile wrinkled the skin around his eyes and revealed missing teeth.

“Monsieur Adkins,” the Frenchman greeted the man, eyeing the shot of whiskey.

“Jacques.” Adkins adjusted the collar of his coat as he watched Jacques begin to salivate. Jacques’s eyes never strayed from the whiskey. “Consider it an advance,” Sean Adkins added in his proper English accent, a stark conflict to Jacques’s very common and broken English.

“Some advance!” Jacques retorted, grabbing the shot. “You no like whiskey anyway.” He threw his head back as he downed the shot.

Sean smiled. “What do you have for me?”

“I have some information on your blue-eyed friend, monsieur.” Jacques paused as the bartender arrived to take a drink order from Jacques “Bring two more whiskeys,” Jacques instructed the bartender. “Bring the bottle,” Sean corrected.

The bartender left to retrieve the bottle. “You are very good to me. That is why I work so hard for you, no?” Jacques said.

“You have been very helpful in the past. I’ve yet to hear what you have for me today.”

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