Saturday, September 24, 2016

#MySexySaturday - Sexy Has It's Way



Ooh lala! Sexy has it's way? What a fun theme! And I have just the snippet to share. It's, um, raunchy - raunchier than my usual, anyway - and it features Trajan and David, from my hopefully upcoming m/m paranormal Golden Wolf. Trajan's a vampire, David's a werewolf, and this is a new stage in their relationship...(Also, this is barely edited, so apologies for any grammatical craziness.)




Trajan Gall is done. He’s been a vampire since 1875, but two years ago when his lover was killed, he gave up. He’s ready to walk into the sun, and only a nick-of-time phone call from his maker stops him. Reluctantly, Trajan agrees to a week of bodyguard duty for the son of the US Alpha werewolf.

David Collins is the Alpha’s son, and he’s nothing like Trajan expected. He’s short and slight, with bleached blond hair and a preference for heels and furs and lipstick. David’s also pretty clear about his goals for his one-week vacation. He plans to do unmentionable things with forgettable men, and despite himself, Trajan wants to volunteer.

But they barely make each other’s acquaintance when the shooting starts. Can a vampire with a death wish save a sexy little shifter with a target on his back?




I loom over him, barely giving him time to get his legs around before I’m flattening him on the bed, one thigh jammed between his legs. “Don’t move,” I whisper.

He’s breathing fast, little jerky breaths that take me even higher. I tear his jeans off, making him whimper when I catch the sensitive bits. Don’t care. His tank shirt is even easier; I rip it down the middle and latch onto one nipple, sucking and biting, not gentle at all. My incisors ache with want, but I’m determined only to scratch one itch.

“Fuck.” His gives a strangled cry, his hands tangling in my hair.

I grab them again, stretching him out till he groans. “I said don’t move.”

“God damn.” He comes close to a whimper.

I pin his wrists with one hand and jam my thumb in his mouth, hips rocking against his belly. He sucks, his eyes blown black behind the blue contacts. “That’s right, pretty baby,” I say. He teases the pad of my thumb with his tongue. “You gonna suck me like that when it’s my cock in your mouth?”

His cheeks hollow and the pull on my thumb has me gritting my teeth. For a second I’m torn. I don’t want to let go of his wrists, because I like the way his body’s holding onto some tension, as if he’s half-tempted to fight. And I don’t want to pull my thumb out of his mouth because the way he’s sucking it could make me cum in my jeans.

I decide there are better uses for his pretty mouth and reach for my fly. In moments I’ve got both hands on his forearms, my cock poised at his lips. “You did say every orifice.”


~*~


Also, while you're here - and if you like vampires - you should check out my newest release, Vespers.
I cowrote this one with Irene Preston, and we're both real happy with what we came up with. (Also, I totally have a crush on Cover Art Dude.)




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Thanks for checking out my post. Make sure you hit the other stops on the hop, for more sexy fun! 


Saturday, September 17, 2016

#MySexySaturday My Sexy Magic!






My Sexy Magic


This week's theme is magic! And since my newest release is a vampire story I co-wrote with my friend Irene, things lined up nicely. This snippet - somewhere between 7 lines and 7 paragraphs - is from the end of Bonfire, the holiday novella that's the sequel to Vespers. Thaddeus - our vampire - and Sara - his boyfriend (and yes, Sara's a boy - it makes sense - seriously), are celebrating, and in keeping with our theme, I went for the moment a vampire's most known for...

~*~


Breaking our kiss was hard, but I needed more. I licked a line from the tender skin below his ear to the pulse in his throat.
“Yeah, Thad. Do it.”
I bit, puncturing the skin and swallowing his sweet salty essence. He cried out, urging me on, and then his body was wracked with tension. His hot release poured over my hand, and the combination – his blood and his spend and his warm strength – sent me over.

They may call it le petite morte, but in my long death, this release was my strongest proof of life.

~*~



Bonfire is still in the editing stages, but Vespers released last Tuesday.  Here's a bit more about both of them...







Thaddeus Dupont has had over eighty years to forget…

The vampire spends his nights chanting the Liturgy of the Hours and ruthlessly disciplines those unnatural urges he’s vowed never again to indulge. He is at the command of the White Monks, who summon him at will to destroy demons. In return, the monks provide for his sustenance and promise the return of his immortal soul.

Sarasija Mishra’s most compelling job qualification might be his type O blood…

The 22-year-old college grad just moved across the country to work for some recluse he can’t even find on the internet. Sounds sketchy, but the salary is awesome and he can’t afford to be picky.  On arrival he discovers a few details his contract neglected to mention, like the alligator-infested swamp, the demon attacks, and the nature of his employer’s “special diet”. A smart guy would leave, but after one look into Dupont’s mesmerizing eyes, Sarasija can’t seem to walk away. Too bad his boss expected “Sara” to be a girl.

Falling in love is hard at any age…

The vampire can’t fight his hungers forever, especially since Sara’s brought him light, laughter and a very masculine heat. After yielding to temptation, Thaddeus must make a choice.  Killing demons may save his soul, but keeping the faith will cost him his heart.

Vespers is a complete novel with no cliffhanger. It can be enjoyed as a standalone or read as the first book in the Hours of the Night series.




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~*~




Silent night, holy hell!

Thaddeus and Sarasija are spending the holidays on the bayou, and while the vampire’s idea of Christmas cheer doesn’t quite match his assistant’s, they’re working on a compromise. Before they can get the tree trimmed, they’re interrupted by the appearance of the feu follet. The ghostly lights appear in the swamp at random and lead even the locals astray.

When the townsfolk link the phenomenon to the return of their most reclusive neighbor, suspicion falls on Thaddeus. These lights aren’t bringing glad tidings, and if Thad and Sara can’t find their source, the feu follet might herald a holiday tragedy for the whole town.

Find Bonfire on Goodreads HERE and on Amazon HERE.


Thanks!! And make sure you check out all the other blogs in the #MySexySaturday hop!!


Friday, September 16, 2016

The Hotter the Love by Lea Bronson

Lea's been on the blog before, celebrating the second book in the Hot Model Mine trilogy - jump HERE if you want to see that post - and I'm so happy to have her back again today!


~*~


Hi and thank you so much for hosting the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!  

thehotterthelove

 After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancĂ©... On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?  


Excerpt


We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space.

 Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object.

 The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere.

 Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction.

 I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina?

 My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated.

 Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery.

 I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again?

 I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet. 

She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove.

 Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid.

 I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?”

 “Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable.

 My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us?

 Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved.

 Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?”

 I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.”

 She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?”

 “At an author conference.”

 Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.”

 “Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it.

 “Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse?

 She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?”

 Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.  


Book trailer



[youtube=https://youtu.be/ho7fOUvnFfw]

 

Book links



Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Bookstrand / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / All Romance eBooks / Goodreads / Pinterest  


About the other books in the series



hotmodelmine__64063 



  The Perfect Shoot (book #1) When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits… 
 Get The Perfect Shoot at Evernight.

Mine to Love (book #2) The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future? Get Mine to Love at Evernight.

About the author


Lea Bronsen 

 I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic dark/contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! 

The Hotter the Love by Lea Bronson

Lea's been on the blog before, celebrating the second book in the Hot Model Mine trilogy - jump HERE if you want to see that post - and I'm so happy to have her back again today!


~*~


Hi and thank you so much for hosting the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!  

thehotterthelove

 After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancĂ©... On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?  


Excerpt


We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space.

 Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object.

 The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere.

 Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction.

 I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina?

 My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated.

 Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery.

 I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again?

 I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet. 

She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove.

 Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid.

 I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?”

 “Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable.

 My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us?

 Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved.

 Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?”

 I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.”

 She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?”

 “At an author conference.”

 Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.”

 “Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it.

 “Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse?

 She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?”

 Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.  


Book trailer



[youtube=https://youtu.be/ho7fOUvnFfw]

 

Book links



Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Bookstrand / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / All Romance eBooks / Goodreads / Pinterest  


About the other books in the series



hotmodelmine__64063 



  The Perfect Shoot (book #1) When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits… 
 Get The Perfect Shoot at Evernight.

Mine to Love (book #2) The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future? Get Mine to Love at Evernight.

About the author


Lea Bronsen 

 I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic dark/contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

VESPERS. It's HERE. And HERE. And HERE.



It's time...




Yep, VESPERS is here, or it will be soon. This project has been many things: a huge opportunity for learning,  an off-hand comment that turned into a long-term commitment, an evolution in friendship, and whole lot of fun. 

Did I mention fun? 

It surely has been that, and I hope you give VESPERS a read. While I'll put the blurb and buy links below, first I want to point you at some unbiased sources. Irene and I have been fairly well pleased with the reviews on VESPERS so far, so check them out!

VESPERS REVIEWS

(Will add to these as reviews come in.)



You can check out ALL the reviews on Goodreads HERE.

You can check out ALL the reviews on Amazon HERE.






VESPERS BLOG POSTS


We've also been running around the interwebs, sharing info and insights, excerpts and - oh yeah - the widget for our giveaway. Here's a list of where we'll be (or where we've been) and when...also, most every one of these has our rafflecopter widget or a link to it. (There, um, also might be a link at the bottom of this post.) You can enter our giveaway until 9/24/16, and I hope you do. We'd be nothing without readers, and this is our way of showing appreciation!
















And for those of you who like to plan ahead, we've got a guest shot on Herding Cats & Burning Soup on 10/27/16, and Crystal's Many Reviewers on HALLOWEEN! Because what better time of year is there to read a vampire story, right?







Thaddeus Dupont has had over eighty years to forget…

The vampire spends his nights chanting the Liturgy of the Hours and ruthlessly disciplines those unnatural urges he’s vowed never again to indulge. He is at the command of the White Monks, who summon him at will to destroy demons. In return, the monks provide for his sustenance and promise the return of his immortal soul.

Sarasija Mishra’s most compelling job qualification might be his type O blood…

The 22-year-old college grad just moved across the country to work for some recluse he can’t even find on the internet. Sounds sketchy, but the salary is awesome and he can’t afford to be picky.  On arrival he discovers a few details his contract neglected to mention, like the alligator-infested swamp, the demon attacks, and the nature of his employer’s “special diet”. A smart guy would leave, but after one look into Dupont’s mesmerizing eyes, Sarasija can’t seem to walk away. Too bad his boss expected “Sara” to be a girl.

Falling in love is hard at any age…

The vampire can’t fight his hungers forever, especially since Sara’s brought him light, laughter and a very masculine heat. After yielding to temptation, Thaddeus must make a choice.  Killing demons may save his soul, but keeping the faith will cost him his heart.

Vespers is a complete novel with no cliffhanger. It can be enjoyed as a standalone or read as the first book in the Hours of the Night series.








Later in the afternoon, they kicked back in the den while they waited for Dupont to wake up. Nohea had showered and changed into clean clothes from one of the other spare bedrooms. She flicked absently through the channels on the TV while Sara made up fun anecdotes about his new job to email to his mom. He really does want me to set up his Facebook page, he finished up. Tonight we’re meeting a client at a local historic church, so stop worrying. What could be safer than a church? (And don’t worry, I’m not converting.)

Okay. He’d have to remember to set up some kind of Facebook page to show Ma. He hit Send.

“Hey, does Mr. Dupont show up on camera?” Because Ma would want to see a profile picture.

“Yes, he shows up on camera. You can ignore most of what you think you know about vampires. Most of that Hollywood stuff is bogus.”

“But he can’t go in the sun. That’s real?”

“He doesn’t burst into flames or anything, but he starts turning red pretty quick, and it hurts him. I’m not sure how long he could last before he got to a point he couldn’t heal. And it’s almost impossible to wake him up during full daylight.”

“Ha! See—this is the kind of thing I expected from my Renfield training.”

Nohea choked on her Coke mid-swallow. “Renfield training? Jesus, Sara.”

“Yeah, I mean, one-year contract. Seems like it would be easier to just have a manual to get us up to speed. You ought to be used to all the…” He trailed off as something she had said earlier came back to him. “Wait a minute. Why don’t assistants need training?”

Nohea evaded his eyes. “What did Mr. Dupont tell you?”

“Dupont hasn’t told me diddly. He just… Oh. My. God. He does the whammy on them, doesn’t he?”

Nohea remained silent, which was answer enough.

“That’s just…” He shook his head. “So not cool.”

“Look, Sara, he’s trying to protect them. For the most part, the less they knew, the safer they were.”

“Yeah, but…” It sounded good, but something about the explanation was off. “If they don’t know anything, how can they, you know, assist him?” Vampire Assistant seemed like a job requiring full knowledge of…vampires.

“Well, he doesn’t have them do much. I mean, they take his daytime messages and…stuff.”

“Because he can’t work voice mail?”

And the salary. No one paid eighty grand for someone to take messages. Not even a vampire.

His heart started pounding. Not racing, not yet. Just pounding until it was the only sound he could hear.

He was an idiot. Because vampire.

Pound.

“How often does he need to eat?”

Nohea didn’t answer.

Pound. Pound.

“I’m not his assistant, am I?”

Pound. Pound. Pound.

A rush of saliva.

“Sara.”

He turned to Dupont, who had appeared in the doorway as though summoned by his thoughts.

Pound-pound. Pound-pound. Pound-pound.

He was hungry again. And, and… He shook his head, trying to clear the rush of sensation. He pointed a finger at his boss, pleased when it didn’t shake.

“I. Am. Not. Food.”




About Irene Preston
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one.  As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe.  Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.

Where to find Irene


About Liv Rancourt
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

Where to find Liv






Thursday, September 1, 2016

#NewRelease BUCK, NAKED by Teresa Noelle Roberts



Cover of BUCK, NAKED. Attractive black woman on a starry, science-fiction background. By Kanaxa 

  BUCK, NAKED 

   Chronicles of the Malcolm




   To save him, she must strip him bare. 


Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet. 

Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together. Time enough to fall in love.

Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her. 





  Buy links with pre-orders available: 


Amazon / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance Ebooks 



Buck Naked teaser 3.
BN cargo flyer teaser 




If you've read the previous Chronicles of the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck's a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they've had lasting effects--ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she's also been warped by the same aliens. Their past experiences even mark their lovemaking, because they're both used to holding back their super-human strength. 

~*~

 She came screaming, her cries echoing wildly in the cave. For a second, Buck’s eyes clouded as if he heard pain rather than pleasure. His free hand released her and he looked around wildly. “Who’s hurting you? Oh stars, I’m hurting you. I…what have I done?” 

His eyes glazed and she could feel him withdrawing. Next stop: Seera-head. “Exactly what we both wanted,” she managed to say. “That was a good noise. Stay with me, you bastard. Stay with me. And keep fucking me hard.” 

She clenched even harder, rolled her hips, and scratched down his chest. Her nails were blunt, but she didn’t hold back on the pressure. She knew he could take it. 

 His wild gaze caught her left hand and grew even crazier. Then he shook his head and his eyes cleared. “I ain’t going anywhere. But you’re goin’ even further out of your mind. And I aim to go with you.” 

 “No holding back. I won’t even stay bruised for more than a few minutes.” 

 He rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside her. Began to drive himself into her hard and fast. Harder and faster than she’d have thought a human man could fuck. Even though it had been a long time since she’d had sex with another person, she had clear memories. Those memories told her that so much force and speed from such a big, powerfully built man ought to hurt.

It didn’t. It felt like Buck’s passion was sloughing away all the long, lonely years. Leaving aside fine words and similes, the rapid-fire fucking was pushing all her buttons, including some she had no idea she had, and rocketing her toward orgasm. 

 Stellar. 

 She growled deep in her throat, dug her fingernails into his ass. 

 “Too much?” he managed to ask, though it sounded like he was having trouble making his brain form even that simple sentence. She wanted to rhapsodize about how perfect it was, but coherent speech wasn’t high priority at the moment.

 If the first orgasm had been a nova, this one was a supernova, tearing her apart in a brilliant detonation, reforming her into something softer and saner than she’d let herself be in decades. This time, he yelled something that sounded like a victory cry and came with her.


  Buck Naked Aleemas lips teaser.




Photograph by Carmine Paladino

Over the years I’ve published erotic romances in subgenres including paranormal, science fiction, fantasy and BDSM contemporary; one hundred-odd erotica, romance and fantasy stories (some very odd indeed); and two books of poetry. My newest releases are science fiction romance Buck, NakedChronicles of the Malcolm 3 (To save him, she must strip him bare); kinky contemporary “The Lion of Frenchman Street” in the boxed set NOLA Naughty Nin9 (Jazz and BDSM in New Orleans); and BDSM-flavored romantic suspense Drive (He’s a kinky dream come true, 15 years younger–and her only protection from danger). Click the covers for more info.

I’m also one half of the erotica and erotic-romance writer known as Sophie Mouette. (Dayle A. Dermatis is the other half.) As Sophie, we’re the authors of Possessed, Undressed, and in a Mess Out of the Frying PanCat Scratch Fever, a romantic erotic mystery, the novella “Hidden Treasure” (which also appears in Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica, edited by the fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel), and a great deal of short fiction, including stories in the holiday collection Sexy in Your Stocking.

When I’m not writing, I’m an avid gardener, a talented but messy cook (you should see the state of the kitchen when I’m done), an omnivorous reader, a yogi, a bellydancer, a proud geek, and, whenever I can manage it, a body boarder. Occasionally I sleep. I hear it’s supposed to be good for you.

I grew up in the Finger Lakes region of central New York, the setting for both Lions’ Pride and Out of Control, and I’ve lived in Manhattan and Paris. I now call a little town in southern Massachusetts, closer to Providence than to Boston, home. Here, I live with my husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three insane cats.

Want to know more about me? Sign up for my infrequent mailing list for exclusive (and sometimes NSFW) excerpts and other fun updates. Follow my blog and  look for me on Facebook, where I’ll post about new releases and works in progress, as well as kitty escapades, garden updates, and other silliness from my daily life. I’m also on Twitter as TeresNoeRoberts.



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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

#NewRelease Ever So Madly by J.R. Gray







So this is exciting! J.R. Gray has a new book out!




Me, when I see a new book by J.R.!



It looks like a helluva fun read, and the cover is beautiful!








Love is for peasants, nobles marry for power. These are the rules Jocelynn has lived by. She is expected to be the poised and perfect vision of relentless power. Set to inherit the House of Akillie she was bred to rule. Men have never turned her head, until now.

Madden achieved the impossible, the first in over a century to escape the life of hard labor and earn a place among the elite. With the chance for a fresh start, he has to stay focused, not damn himself by falling for the one girl forbidden to him.

Madden was an experiment in freedom, and she didn’t mean to fall. But now she can’t live without him. Some choices are easier than others, while some aren’t choices at all. He’s worth running from everything she’s ever known.

Jocelynn turns to a formidable group of rebels to escape her fate. But with a war to be won, the rebels have their own agenda. Drowning in a game of power and politics, Madden and Jocelynn can’t trust anyone if they want make it out alive.

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If you're dying for more, jump HERE for an exclusive look at the first chapter on
USA Today's Happily*Ever*After page.



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When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.


Find out more at JRGrayBooks.com and connect on Twitter (@theoriginalgray) and Facebook.






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