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Sunday 31 January 2016

#WeWriWa Teaser 5 - Lost Time #timetravel #8Sunday

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Here's another 10 from one of my old favourites,  Lost Time, an erotic time-travel romance. (published January 2013) When we left Hannah, she was cursing her friend who'd stood her up...
The cell went quiet and Hannah resisted the urge to spike the damn thing on the floor. She spent the next thirty minutes panicking and pacing, trying to convince herself not to go back home.  

You’ve come this far. Everything you’ve dreamt about is only a plane ticket and an ocean away.  

She was insane to travel unaccompanied. Not only the danger, but what fun would it be to sightsee and bar-hop on her own?  She was just asking for trouble. Right?

Damn it, she argued, she’d scrimped and saved and budgeted for so long and she’d already spent the money. This was her dream. 


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Saturday 30 January 2016

#MySexySaturday My Sexy #Vampire #FlashFiction @MySexySaturday

Welcome to the 126th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: A Sexy Vampire

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is A Sexy Vampire…and we’re hoping you have some of the sexiest ones alive…please share your vamp with us! 

I've never written a vampire character so to fit into this week's theme how about some flash fiction. Here we go...

The music throbbed, the base so strong I could feel it in my chest. The strobe lights flashed. A steady stream of patrons filled the club. The brew flowed. It was a typical Friday night. 

"Sadie, hold the bar, I'm gonna go break up those two bone-heads about to go at it before they bust up the place."

"Sure boss, " I said, as I stepped behind the bar. I picked up one of the freshly washed glasses and began to dry it with one of the fluffy white bar towels.

All of a sudden the door at the entrance opened, bringing with it a gust of cold air and two new patrons. 

"Sexy paramedics at ten o'clock, Sadie," one of the other servers alerted me. I loved a man in uniform and she knew it. I looked up just in time to see one of the hunky EMTs take the bar stool directly in front of me. And he did fill out his service blues quite like no other, I noted. He was beyond handsome, in a dark and mysterious kind of way. Intense. Dangerous. I clenched the glass tightly. Being on duty and all, I assumed he wasn't drinking. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and lost all train of thought. 

"Yes, you may help me," he prompted in a low voice, as if I'd spoken. 

Fuck! Duh, get it together, Sadie, I berated myself. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "What can I get you?" I asked, when I finally found my voice.

"Your hand," he said, holding his out.

Without thought, I reached for him. It wasn't until then that I felt the sting in my hand, and the tell-tale trickle of warmth down my arm. In shock, I stared at the medic. A thick shard of jagged glass, from the broken tumbler, jutted from my palm. What? When? The words formed on my lips but never came. The minute his fingers touched my flesh a warmth radiated from his fingertips, seeping up my arm. Bright red droplets dripped from my wrist onto the bar-top. His nostrils flared. His pupils dilated, making his eyes positively black. As he pulled my hand to him he bowed his head. "Let me get this for you," he whispered, right before he placed his full sensual lips to my skin and drank.

So what do you think? My first sexy vampire. How did I do? 
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Wednesday 27 January 2016

Out Now – Love Bites by Queenie Black @queenieblackwr1 #erotica #ku


Elevator Magic 

A steamy encounter in an elevator makes Cass the center of attention for two sexy men. Is it just hot sex for them or will Cass have to make some life-changing choices? 

Immortal Longings

Not one, but two Greek gods in her bed. How’s a girl to choose? Must Zoe’s sensual holiday romance end in farewell, or will she try to make her own heaven on earth with two demigods? 

Eleanor’s Choice 


Eleanor explores the shadowy world of submission – her marriage depends on it. Will the Master give her an experience she can use to please her husband, or is it time to walk away? 

Love Bites 


Lonely Ella is mesmerised by the owner of a chocolate shop. Drawn into Lang’s rich, seductive web, she grows to fear as well as desire him. What is the secret he is hiding from her? 
These four short stories contain too-hot-to-handle Greek gods, a sexy Vampire who might just turn out to be a killer, a Master who can wield a crop with artistry, and two delicious CEOs who know how to keep a woman happy. Oh, and chocolate, BDSM, MFM Mènage and sex in an elevator. 

“You know what? You can take your job and stick it.” Mad as hell I grabbed my purse and stomped out of the little cubicle I called my office. I was done here and I was never coming back and fuck the giving notice part.
The elevator always took ages to creak its way between floors and I could feel the stabbing pressure of what felt like a thousand eyes in my back. Of course they were all watching. They’d been waiting for something like this to happen for twenty months. Just then melodic chimes signaled the arrival of the executive elevator. The one that normal people like me are forbidden to ride in, the one for the exalted rich and the bosses who live in the penthouse. I wanted to escape the avid looks that were directed my way and, what the hell, what could they do anyway? Sack me?
So I stepped into it.
I turned and, just before the doors closed, got a good view of open mouths, staring eyes and was that…envy? It certainly looked like it from where I was standing. As the doors slid silently shut, I raised my hand and gave a little finger wave.

The car was bigger than my bedroom, and a thousand times more luxurious but I hardly noticed the mirrored walls and the thick-as-a-mattress carpet. My attention was caught and held by the two guys already in there, one on my left and one on my right.
My gaze darted between the two of them and I felt guilty colour sting my cheeks. I hadn’t expected company but I wasn’t objecting. These guys were fit and built. One dark-haired and smoooooth, the other blonde and just-got-in-out-of-the-wild rough.
And I knew them. Brandon Shaw and Mitchell Graham owned the company I work – ooops, scratch that – the company I used to work for. I’d met them at work events, like the Christmas party and the Halloween party and the Employee of the Year party. I’d seen them a couple of times from a distance. They always had a flock of female employees around them.
I’d heard people described as chick magnets but only realised exactly what it meant when I saw these two. I used to feel their magic pull yet always stayed away because initially I was in a relationship, and then afterwards was suffering from a broken heart and struggling to cope with a job where my ex was screwing a colleague. Pity my ex didn’t take a leaf out of these guys’ books – there was never any suggestion that they had slept with anyone from the company. Which meant in the end that there was a gentle rumor that they were a) gay, or b) didn’t like vanilla and went for the more exotic, with their tastes catered for elsewhere.
I positioned myself with my back to the wall and let my gaze slide over them. To my right was Brandon. He’d taken off his suit jacket and had it hooked over one shoulder. Beneath the fine fabric of his shirt I could see the hard muscle of a broad chest, arrowing down to a pair of narrow hips and a huge bulge... Oh man.
I licked my lips and dragged my reluctant gaze away to focus on his face. He was watching me scope him out. There was a hard predatory glint in his eyes. Heat speared through me from my cheekbones to my pussy, part embarrassment and part desire. I squeezed my thighs together to stop the growing ache.
I quickly glanced away and found myself checking out Mitchell on my left. He was slightly shorter than his partner, and seemed kinder and less predatory too. His eyes were a softer green, more jade than emerald. But his shoulders were as wide and he sported an identical erection. Were they lovers? A pity for womankind if they were gay. What a loss.
I shouldn’t be in the elevator with them in the first place but the new militant me with nothing to lose didn’t care. So instead of fixing my gaze on the floor and fighting the temptation to look again, I enjoyed the view. They put my slimeball ex to shame and my panties grew damp while they silently watched me. I wished that I was wearing something a little less conservative when the elevator jerked to a sudden halt.
Not a nice, slow, we’ve arrived kind of halt but the scary kind.
The lights went out.
Panic dug its claws into me, not letting go even when the emergency lighting kicked in.
“What’s happening?” I didn’t even try and keep the terrified squeak out of my tone.
“Hey,” Brandon said softly, “it’s going to be alright. They’ll have it fixed in no time.”
“It’s broken?” I hated the idea of being shut in closed spaces, and the car, despite its size and luxury, suddenly felt very small. I couldn’t bear to spend hours locked in here hanging over all that empty space. The walls closed in, my hands and feet went cold, and I struggled to breath.
“Now you’ve done it, Brandon.”
“Easy.” When had they got so close to me? I was crowded by two warm male bodies that smelt good. Having them so close, almost touching me, took my mind off the elevator.
“Rub her hands, Mitchell. Get some warmth into them, she’s freezing.”
Mitchell sandwiched my hands between his palms and rubbed hard. The movement distracted me, not because he was making my hands warmer, which he was, but because he kept bumping my breasts.  Awareness rushed through me and my nipples went hard as cherry stones and poked at my blouse. Brandon’s hands rested lightly on my hips but they might as well have been brands. I could feel every finger as if there were no clothing between us. Woodsy cologne, mingled with clean male musk, swirled around me. My pussy creamed and I couldn’t help it; my wayward body leant back until I was pressed hard against Brandon.
His cock, huge and promising, seared my lower back. I couldn’t prevent a small sound escaping. I felt my cheeks go hot. What must they think of me?
Mitchell’s expression was rich with satisfaction in the dim light.
“Shall we carry on distracting you, baby?”
I shivered, my panties drenched as my body answered the question for them.  Brandon nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath my ear. His voice rumbled right through my body as he asked, “Ever been double-fucked before?”
The crude honesty of his question embarrassed me and I couldn’t answer. Then I forgot what he asked because Mitchell dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands stroked slowly up the back of my thighs. They smoothed over stockings, and then paused when they reached my lacy garters.

Author bio:

I’ve been writing pretty much since I was able to read. I juggle fundraising for charities, family life and writing with varying success. My children have mostly flown the nest and I live in a small village in North Yorkshire, England with my husband and some chickens. I write in an old caravan in the garden where I can’t be tempted to procrastinate on the internet.

Tuesday 26 January 2016

The NØ Frat Clause - Release Day! Naughty Office Romance Anyone? #erotic #OnSale

The NØ Frat Clause 
Release Day!

Naughty Office Romance

Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman, lands a level entry job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—Executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent, turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance but the opportunity is just too good to pass up, this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company’s execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She’s smart, young and gorgeous. It’s hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

So much for the No Frat Policy.


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I was so on edge. I had no idea how to act in front of Mr. Kent after what had happened between us.

Every time I thought about it or him, my insides twinged. Perhaps this kind of thing happened all the time. But not to me. Not with someone like him.

Was it a one-time thing? Had it just been the situation?

The phone on my desk buzzed. Eagerly, I snapped it up.

“Can you come in here please, Ms. Wideman?” My stomach flipped at the sound of his voice.


I promptly rushed into his office, eager to be in his presence, but as I entered, he wasn’t at his desk as I’d expected. The door closed behind me. I tensed.

I felt him close in. With my back to his formidable chest, he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I could feel his heat. I swallowed hard in an attempt to control my breathing. He’d know what affect he had on me if I started panting, for Christ’s sake. Instead, I melted into his upper body. I closed my eyes and absorbed his solidity.

He exhaled long and hard, his breath rushed across my neck, sending goose bumps all over my body.

“Oh, this is bad,” he said in a low, deep voice.

I felt his soft warm lips against my neck.

“This is very, very bad,” he murmured, running his lips slowly from my collarbone to just under my ear. Everything in me turned liquid.

To my shock and delight, I felt his erection lengthening against my tailbone. Mildly, I pressed back into him. I wasn’t about to let the opportunity go by. Brazenly, I reached back between us and gripped his rock-hard thigh.

“Unh, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He exhaled heavily and shifted from foot to foot. “I had every intention of apologizing to you for my behavior yesterday and promising you it would never happen again. But I can’t make that kind of guarantee with you around, Lex. You drive me fucking crazy.”

I was about to reply when from behind he cupped my breasts. A pathetic mewling sound escaped me. I shuddered at his touch.

“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” My nipples pearled in his palms. “You should leave. I can’t be alone with you.”

I couldn’t stop my body from vibrating.

“Do I make you nervous, Miss Wideman? Lexi?” The sound of my name coming from his full lips gave me another little jolt.

“N-no, sir. I …”

“Call me Roger, Lexi. Every morning I give you permission to do so. You repeat it that once, then the rest of the day I’m back to Mr. Kent until the next morning when we start all over again. Christ, it’s been weeks. And after yesterday, I don’t know what I have to do to put you more at ease with me.”

I opened my mouth to tell him he was doing just fine when he continued. “Although I do enjoy it when you call me sir.”

Oh, this just kept getting better.

He plumped and squeezed my breasts, manipulating the soft flesh with his strong hands, all the while still running his lips over the side of my neck. Another tingling tremor of awareness shot up my spine to the top of my scalp.

“Fuck, do you know how many times I’ve wanted this?”

He’d what? My mind, as well as my senses, were reeling. He flexed his hands and rotated his open palms, teasing my nipples to hard aching points.

“Oh man, you like that, don’t you, Lex.” His voice had deepened to a harsh rasp. It was sexy as fuck.

I could only nod. Words escaped me.

He tucked his hips against my ass, and I softened into him even more. He was rock hard, and from our experience yesterday, I knew, very well-endowed. The thought made my pussy clench. I let my head roll back onto his sturdy shoulder.

“Ah, Christ, I like it too. I wondered what it would feel like to have your lovely tits in my hands. You do nothing but tease me when you bend over and I can see down your top.” He thrust his hips against my tailbone. “Fuck, you’ve no idea the things I want to do to you.”

Oh, I was getting the message, and I hoped he’d try them all. 
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Monday 25 January 2016

Week 73 #MasturbationMonday The Contest #mfm #erotic Who can hold out the longest?

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

Okay this is another quickie inspired by Kayla's intriguing prompt. Hope you like and remember, it's unedited. 

Three friends sit around on a boring Saturday evening kicking around ideas of what to do for the night.

"How about we go down to the pub, later," Shawn suggested, as he set an empty beer can on the coffee table.

"Naw, I can't afford it," Grant replied. He ran his hand down the length of his thigh and shifted in his chair, capturing my attention. "Hence the six pack in the fridge, it was all I could manage."

"Cards? Poker?" I suggested.

"Unless we play for peanuts, Meg, I got nuthin'." Grant threw a peanut at me. It hit me in the boob and bounced off. Like a twelve-year-old he chuckled. I found the little nut where it landed on he sofa and I whipped it back at him.

"Hey, Shawn we could toss peanuts down Meg's cleavage." Grant aimed for the vee of my t-shirt under my zip-up hoodie.

"Huh, huh." I rolled my eyes at his suggestion, as I pulled the zipper higher, cutting off his target.

"Hmmm, sounds intriguing." I looked over at Shawn. He grinned and raised his brows rapidly.

Shawn got up from the arm chair and headed for the kitchen. "Anyone want another?" he called.

I found my gaze straying to his ass. He was looking fine in those jeans tonight.

"Me!" I said, draining the lemonade cooler I'd been sipping.

"I'd better pace myself or I'm going to run out before we hit ten o'clock," Grant complained.

"Don't worry, I've got lots." Shawn re-entered the room and handed Grant one of his beers.

"Thanks, man." Grant took the can and saluted him.

Shawn twisted off the cap from the bottle he'd brought for me and set it down next to the empty one in front of me.

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem."

He tossed himself back into the armchair and eyed me closely before he took another sip. There was something warm in that look or maybe I was just heating up from the alcohol.

I unzipped my sweater and struggled out of it, tossing it aside. When I settled back down, I noticed both men's eyes on me. Self-conscious, I looked down to make sure my top was in place. My nipples strained against my camisole, but I was all tucked in. I grabbed my drink and took a good swig. "So what are we gonna do, boys?"

The two exchanged a look.

Grant sighed loudly. Shawn blew out a breath and shifted in the chair.

"That peanut idea is lookin' real good right about now," Shawn said. I glanced back over at him, as his gaze roved over my chest.

"I've got it," Grant interjected. "Masturbation contest."

I almost choked on my drink. Wide-eyed, I stared at him.
I'd messed around with both guys before, at separate times, but nothing serious. We were friends; buddies who hung out because we enjoyed each others company and that was all. 
"We've done that," Shawn scoffed.

They had? What the fuck? My boys were not only keeping secrets; they were closer than I'd thought.

"And I won," Shawn added.

"Like fuck!" Grant argued.

"Wait, wait, wait." I held up a hand as an image of the two of them locked in some kind of dual jack-off session flitted through my foggy mind. Like, did they do for each other? I imagined them facing one another, pants down, Grant with Shawn's large cock in his hand, while Shawn fisted Grant's rigid dick. Oh, fuck, that was hot! Or were they in charge of their own pleasure. I had to know.  "You all had a masturbation contest?" And where the fuck was I when this was going on? I wondered. "How does that work?"

"We wacked off," Grant shrugged.

"While watching porn," Shawn added.

Stated so matter-of-factly, it didn't sound as hot as my imagination created.

"And how do you decide a winner?" I asked, slowly.

"Whoever comes first, is the loser," Grant said.

"Whoever can hold out the longest is the winner," Shawn corrected.

"Awww. I see." Now I was intrigued.


Grant watched me, expectantly.

"Oh wait, you want me to participate?" I looked over at Shawn who was now sitting forward, also watching me intensely. "I thought you wanted me to chose a winner."

"Nope. I think we should all participate." Grant stood, and slowly pulled down the fly on his jeans. Stupidly, I watched with my mouth hanging open. There as already a nice bulge in his boxers. A ripple of excitement shot through me as I warmed to the idea.

Shawn stood up and also undid his pants, his cock pulsed, lengthening nicely. Each man then settled on the couch beside me, sandwiching me in, their dicks in their hands.

"Come on, Meg, shove your hand down there and let's go," Grant said.

"What, no p-porn?" I stuttered, stalling.

"We won't need porn," Shawn said. "We have you."

Stunned, I slowly, uncurled my legs from underneath me and as directed, slid my hand into my panties. I found my pussy already moist. Oh boy! We were really going to do this. Now this was a contest I just might win, if I used my feminine wiles just right. Guys were visual, I could use what I had to drive them wild. A touch here, a moan there.

I dragged a finger through my folds, opening up, while the guys stroked their dicks, slowly, at first. I didn't know where to look. I wanted to watch them both at the same time. So out of my peripheral, I tried to keep an eye on both men. Just watching them slide their hands over their cocks ratcheted-up my arousal, I didn't need to stimulate myself. In fact, what I wanted to do was take each man's cock in my own hands and do it for them. Take their hot hard flesh in my hands and work them until they were both begging for me to end it for them. My thoughts weren't helping. I backed off, slowing my own touch, knowing my body and the areas to avoid, if I wanted to win this contest.

Shawn shifted beside me and released a slight deep sound that rattled through his chest. Not quite a moan but an exhalation of air that also had a physical affect on me.

"This isn't working for me," Grant said and stood. "Let's take this into the bedroom."

I froze. But only for a moment. Yes! Great idea! 

Shawn stood up as if he was all for it, so I followed both men into the bedroom.

"You take the bed Meg," Shawn said.

I found myself radiating with anticipation. To tip the hand in my favor, I slid out of my sweat pants, but left my panties on, before getting on the bed. I settled on my back and looked up at my boys. Grant was on one side of the bed, Shawn on the other, both looked down at me, their gazes on the apex of my thighs.

Masturbation Monday Week 73 

"You know this isn't really fair," Grant said.

Shawn grunted in response.

"She's got those," his gaze traveled over my breasts, then downward, "And that." When his focus settled on my mound, it felt like a physical touch.

As I'd thought, I could use what I had to drive them both to the brink.

I took both my hands and cupped my breasts. Both men exhaled in approval and began to rub their cocks once again. I kept one hand toying with one stiff nipple through my camisole, as I slowly slid my other hand down my core and into my panties.

Again, Shawn expelled a breath along with a slight low sound, that went right through me.

"Pick up the pace, Grant," Shawn said eyeing he other man. "You're not playing fair."

"Fuck you, maybe this is the tempo that works for me."

Shawn was right, Grant definitely wasn't working as hard as Shawn had been.

"Like fuck. You jerked a lot harder and faster than that the last time."

"She's not keeping up either," Grant argued.

Without actually touching my clit, I made my hand rotate faster underneath the cover of my panties, making it seem like I was really going to town. I squirmed and let out a moan that I hoped would drive one or both men to a higher level of arousal.

I made the mistake of closing my eyes. It was then that I noted how hard both men were breathing and the soft sound of them working their their thick distended flesh.

My pussy was downright slippery now. I'd have to be careful or I'd be the loser. "Uhhh," I sighed and upped the ante one more time, by pulling up my shirt and exposing my breast. With exaggerated gestures, I plucked at my stiff nipple. It hardened to a prickling point, sending a zing of sensation straight to my pussy. Oh, shit, so much for my conniving. It felt so good.

"Yeah," Shawn breathed. I looked over at him. His eyes were mere slits as he watched me round my hard nipple. His fist worked almost jerkily as he tugged at his engorged cock. My mouth watered. I wanted to bail on the contest and kneel before him. Take is cock in mouth and end his suffering for him.

God, I didn't know what to do. It was all sensory overload. The tension and excitement in the air. The different smells co-mingling, of not only my own arousal, but their unique masculine scents, permeating the room as we heated up.

Before I knew it, I was rounding my clit to the rhythm of Shawn's jerking.

"Fuck!" Grant cursed, snagging my attention. The pain on his face thrilled me. His jaw ticked and a light sheen of sweat beaded his forehead as he too pulled his dick unmercifully.

Fuck this, I was going to end it. I pushed at my panties, exposing my mound.

"Oh, God!" Shawn groaned. "Bare pussy."

Using my fingers, I held open my outer labia, exposing my throbbing clit before I tapped it.

Shawn shouted, aimed his cock at my abdomen and shot a strong stream of come at me, seconds before Grant unloaded from the other side.

I let my hand fall to the side. My body was burning for release. But I'd won the fucking contest.

I looked up at Grant who stood there with a stupid cocky grin on his face, because I assumed in his mind, Shawn was still the ultimate loser.

Grant looked over at Shawn and the two men exchanged a glance, then a nod.

To my shock, both men descended on me, Shawn at my breast, while Grant dove between my thighs. Even before they touched me I could feel my climax building. I didn't want to come that fast. I wanted to enjoy my boys pleasuring me. But it was going to be fast. It was inevitable

"Oh, God!" I cried, as simultaneously, Shawn bowed his head and took my tingling nipple into this hot mouth, as Grant gripped my legs, forced them open and licked my trembling pussy. He dipped his thick meaty tongue however briefly inside me, my pussy grabbed, trying to keep him there, but he continued to my pulsing clit. As if they'd choreographed it, their talented tongues worked in tandem and I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

I curled a hand around each man's head as I calmed. "Wow. That was win win for me."

Shawn grinned and laid his head against my bare breast.

Grant pulled himself up and tucked up to my side as well. He stroked a hand over my stomach and I trembled in latent arousal.

Again, he grinned arrogantly. "So next Saturday, new contest," he began.

Shawn raised his head.

"We see who can hold out the longest, while buried inside her."

Excitement shot through me again.

"Dibs on her mouth," Shawn said.

"Perfect. I can't wait to get back to that sweet hot pussy." Grant curled a hand around me, possessively.

Both men turned to me as if waiting for my approval. "What?" I said. "Do we have to wait until next Saturday?"

They jumped into action.

©️ H K Carlton

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 Happy M-Monday!

Sunday 24 January 2016

#WeWriWa Lost Time - Teaser 4 #timetravel #8Sunday

Here's another 10 from one of my old favourites,  Lost Time, an erotic time-travel romance. (published January 2013) When we left Hannah, she was cursing her friend who'd stood her up...
“And you can’t meet me why?” Hannah asked a little too loudly, causing other waiting passengers to look in her direction. 

“Because I don’t want to leave him now,” she whined, as if that should explain it all.  

“But you can spend the rest of your life with good old Paul after we get back. Cassie, we’ve planned this trip for seven freakin’ years, and I’m standing in the airport all by myself waiting for—” 

“Oh, I knew you’d understand, Hannah. You’re the best. I’ll see you when you get back and you can tell me all about the Gerards that you shagged without me. Send me a postcard from Ireland. I’ll make this up to you, Hannie, I promise, ’kay? Love you, bye-bye.” 


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Saturday 23 January 2016

#MySexySaturday My Sexy Non-Shifter #Saturday7

Welcome to the 125th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: My Sexy Shifter

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

Joel, from time-travel, erotic, paranormal, The Lustful Possession Series, is not a shifter, but the closest character I've written. Here's a scene from part 5 in the series, Dark Seed.


Completely naked, Mish lounged with Joel in his bed after some intense rough and tumble sex. Letting his hand turn circles on Joel’s sculpted chest, Mish moved, looming over his lover. “Are ya ever gonna tell me about yourself?”

Inhaling deeply, Joel moved out from under and stood, pulling on a pair of boxers. Mish followed him.

“You obviously have a gift...”

“A gift,” Joel scoffed. “You had it more right the day when you asked me what I was. And you might want ta dress now because I’m certain you’ll be runnin’ the opposite direction when I’ve finished.”

Gripping Joel’s shoulders tightly, Mish looked into his eyes. “You seem to know what I’m thinking and feeling at all times. I think you know I’ve no intention of going anywhere. Even though I question why you work for Haydn O’Conner, I’m still not inclined to run.”

Joel searched Mish’s gaze. “Men are usually afraid of me. You never have been. As you say, even though you have questions, you have an open mind. But then again, you have a bit of protection that I have not seen with most humans.”

“Oh?” Mish leaned forward in interest as Joel's intense gaze flicked over his right shoulder.

Travel through time in this paranormal erotic romance mini series where key players must unravel the mystery of O’Cairnnon Castle in order to save the lives of two innocents caught in a demon’s whirl of manipulation.
7 stories…

7 main players…

1 mysterious and legendary haunted place, Cairnnon Castle, home to one of the most evil entities ever documented, Bás a thagann, loosely translated—death comes…and its history will mesmerize and beckon you to step through its doors...

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