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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Liia Ann White, Her First White Christmas 1Night Stand Tour





Thank you so much to Roxanne for having me today.
I thought I’d share a naughty little excerpt from Her First White Christmas. If you like a sexy Aussie partaking in some risky public sexual activity, then this is for you.


“So, where should we start the fun?” His Australian accent held a slight twang of American. That intrigued her. He’d obviously been in the United States for a while. “We can drink and talk or head to the bedroom.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words. Bella Donna wanted nothing more at that moment than to be pinned beneath his body as he pounded into her. But her stomach had other ideas. It growled loudly. She blushed even more when Remy chuckled.

“Food it is.”

How embarrassing.

“I haven’t eaten in about eight hours.”

He stared at her, the skin on his forehead wrinkling slightly when he raised his brows. She had no idea why, but she’d always found that particular expression sexy. “Eight hours? We definitely have to get some food into you.”

I’d like something else in me right now. Bella Donna snickered at her thought. She’d always been forward when it came to sex, but Remy had her mind on a filth overload.

“Come on, let’s get you a proper meal.”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “I’d rather skip the meal and go straight to dessert.” Remy’s eyes danced with amusement and she realized what she’d said.

“I didn’t actually mean for that to be dirty. I’ve always had a sweet tooth—I prefer desserts.”
He laughed lightly and stepped forward until his body almost pressed up against hers. The small of her back tingled in anticipation and her mouth went dry.

“I plan on taking you over and over tonight. You’re going to need all the sustenance you can get.”
The husky tone of his voice had her panties soaked. Remy’s head lowered and his lips came crashing down on hers. Gripping either side of her face, he tilted her head back farther to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Bella Donna couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped from her throat.

His lips and tongue worked on devouring every inch of her mouth while his hands moved from her face to grip her waist. Needing to touch him, she ran her hands up his chest, feeling the contours of defined muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His shoulders were broad and toned, his neck sinewy. She cupped his face, enjoying the feel of slight stubble under her fingertips. She loved a few days’ growth on a man.

Remy broke away and let out a gentle sigh. “Well, that was nice.”

“Nice is an understatement.” Bella Donna licked her lips and took a step back from him.

“Now let’s get you some food.”

He gripped her hand in his and led her from the room.

***
Remy subtly shifted the crotch of his pants as he walked hand in hand with Bella Donna toward the restaurant. His cock had hardened to such an extent that it felt incredibly uncomfortable as he moved; each step had it rubbing against the zipper of his jeans. It took a lot of self-control on his part not to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed his name.

But he wanted to drag out her pleasure. She would need all the energy she could get for tonight. Her ass swayed as she followed the restaurant hostess to the back of the establishment. A natural wiggle, rather than the exaggerated movement so many women used when trying to appear sexy.

Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders when she turned to face him.

“Is this table okay with you?”

She gestured to a cozy booth, almost completely secluded. Going by her sultry smirk, Bella Donna planned on using the private table to their advantage. Saucy woman.

“It’s perfect.” He looked to the hostess. “Thank you.”

Seated next to each other, they ordered drinks and entrees quickly. Remy waited until the hostess was out of earshot. “Planning on enjoying the privacy, are you?”

She grinned, her eyes showing amusement and arousal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She ran her hand up his thigh, coming incredibly close to his crotch before she stopped.

Oh hell, this woman’s going to have me begging to see her again after
tonight.
With a wink, she squeezed his leg lightly before removing her hand. Two can play at that game. He saw a waitress approaching with their drinks and quickly moved to touch Bella Donna’s thigh, stroking her soft and silky smooth skin.

Remy moved his hand up until he reached the juncture he sought. Running a finger along the band of her panties, he grinned, enjoying the way her skin flushed. She sucked in a breath and shot him a look of slight embarrassment, along with enjoyment and the lust he’d sought.

Remy moved his fingers over her mound, his cock jumping when he found the material of her panties completely soaked. Quickly, he slipped his digits beneath the cotton and parted her slick folds. Bella Donna squealed and clamped her legs together the moment he touched her clit.

The waitress stood before the table and smiled at them, clearly oblivious to what went on under the table. “Two bourbons and a water?”

“Thank you,” he replied casually.

Bella Donna let out a breath and regarded him with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you did that while she stood right here.”

“Really?” He found her entrance and he paused for a moment. “What about this?” He thrust a finger inside her, enjoying the way she gasped and gripped his wrist. He moved his finger in and out, wriggling it around until he located her Gspot. Enjoying the way her cheeks flushed, he stilled his motion and reached for a drink with his free hand.

Raising his glass to her, Remy waited until she grabbed hers. “To us.”




Friday, December 09, 2011

I'll Be Mated for Christmas Tour Stop and Giveaway


One of the things I love so much about this time of year, is getting to use my fireplace. I know this might sound really strange. We do use it throughout the entire winter. But, my February I am so sick of winter that I am no longer sighing and feeling wonderful about the look or smell of the fireplace in my living room.

Now, Rebecca, you might say, I read on your profile that you have 3 small children. How can you safely use the fireplace? (And, no, this is not going to be a blog about fire safety.) Well, I would answer, we have a gate that keeps them away. Check out the One Step Ahead catalog and you’ll see what I mean. But, I digress.

In my house, growing up, we had a fireplace but it was in the other room away from the tv. You always had to pick—did you want to watch a movie or sit by the fire. It was hard. I always wanted to do both. In my home now, the fireplace is right next to the television. I don’t have to pick!

As I write this, it is lit and lulling me into a sense of relaxation where I might do some really good writing. What about you? What do you do or have that makes you really like this season?



Blurb:

Bethany Johnson grew up one of the only humans in a pack of werewolves. She didn’t have an easy time and her self-confidence was almost non-existent. Finally, after some serious psychotherapy and the help of weight-loss surgery, she is feeling like the Bethany she has always wanted to be. But now she has to say goodbye to the werewolves in her life. Out with the old and in with the new this year…

Luke Denarius is the new Alpha of the Delta pack. He’s never met Bethany but the second he scents her he knows she is his. No way is she going off to Italy for adventure and hot sex with other men.

With the help of Madame Eve these two will find that a mating is in the works for Christmas




About the Author:

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. We live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I've been told I'm a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I'd love to hear from you!

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Decadent Publishing titles

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I am giving away a signed copy of Tasty Christmas Treats

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Title: Tasty Christmas Treats
ISBN: 978-1897559901
ASIN: B003V8BHZA



Price: print $3.95 ebook $1.80
Pages: 26
Publication Date: March 27, 2009
Publisher: Eternal Press
Level of Sensuality: sizzling

Summary:


Kelly has had a long day working in her upscale adult boutique. She's ready to kick off her heels and spend some quality time with her husband, Marc, which just might include activities involving candy canes, ribbons and bows that would make even Kelly blush! But just as things are spicing up, an emergency phone call from one of Kelly's employees interrupts the festive fun. Kelly's troublemaking, oversexed cousin, Chrissy, is up to no good, and wreaking havoc in Kelly's upscale sex shop. Can Kelly convince Chrissy that her store is not a brothel before the cops shut it down? Will Kelly and Marc ever get to finish their passionate Christmas rendezvous?

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Thursday, December 08, 2011

All She Wants for Christmas is Her Dom: Guest Blog and Excerpt



Huge thanks to Roxanne’s Realm for having me by today! I’m sharing All She Wants for Christmas Is Her Dom with you today. This is the fifth 1 Night Stand story I’ve written for Decadent Publishing, and seriously, if I had time I would write a hundred of them.

The world of Madame Eve is a fun one to write in as an erotic romance author because it’s all about one steamy night. It brings together a man and a woman with a common interest either a simple of night of hot sex or a happily ever after.

For me, with all my 1NightStand stories, it’s been a bit of both. But I will say that with each book I’ve written I’ve gotten more daring, and they have definitely gotten naughtier. I always knew that All She Wants for Christmas Is Her Dom would be the last of 1NightStand stories that I would do because it wrapped up a mini-series that I did within the Decadent line.

First came, Takedown and then Somewhere in Between. Both of those stories included Wyatt and Rye. This story is Taryn’s story and she works alongside Wyatt. I knew the moment I wrote her character in Takedown that she would get her own story. I simply feel in love with her then, but I also knew that her story would have BDSM elements in it. She’s a very tough woman-- much tougher than me, I assure you—and when I was asked to be a part of Decadent Publishing’s 1NightStand Holiday Anthology, the plot for this story solidified.

In the end, even I was surprised at where Taryn’s character took me and how it gave me a deeper look into BDSM. Madame Eve sure knows how to pick someone’s perfect match, and in this story, she did exactly that!

If you’ve never read BDSM, or if this story is right up your alley, leave a comment with your email address to be entered to win a copy of ALL SHE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS IS HER DOM!! Don’t forget to come find me on Facebook and Twitter. I love to chat!!





Madame Eve’s 1NightStand service has brought together Blake and Taryn on a cold Christmas Eve at the Castillo Lodge. The two will set out on an adventure of pain and pleasure surrounded by Alaskan snow-capped mountains and nestled in a warm country lodge. But as the night develops, Taryn discovers it’s not Christmas presents that will surprise her but instead the very man who mastered her through a night of intense BDSM.

WARNING- This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: INTENSE BDSM theme and elements.

Teaser: (WARNING – BDSM ELEMENTS – Not for readers under the age of eighteen)

The suite in the Castillo Lodge far exceeded Blake’s expectations. Rustic in appearance with log walls, hardwood panel floors, and the rich scent of evergreens filling the air, it was exactly what he requested and fit the mood for a Christmas getaway. The room delighted him, but the woman who stood before him enchanted him more.

He led the blindfolded Taryn over to the four-poster wooden bed with a quilt on top and placed her hands on the railing over the footboard. “I suggest you present yourself.” She bent over, spread her long, sexy legs, and angled her hips to expose her ass decorated by a thong. Her straight brown locks hung loosely down her back, covering the crimson lace bra that looked lovely against her pale skin. “Nicely done.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly. Nervous? The thought only lingered on his mind a moment—no one paired with him would hold anxieties. As a Dom, he demanded much of his submissives. He needed them to be strong and obedient. And Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas who had arranged the encounter, had been well aware of that fact. As he examined her more closely, he equated her reaction to being aroused, and relished the thought that his mere presence caused her reaction.

“I’m here to please you, Sir.”

The fire in the large stone fireplace on the far side of the large room cast a lovely glow over her skin. “Your desire to entice me is working.” He pressed his hard cock against the seam of her ass to declare she hadn’t been the only one affected. “I appreciate you addressing me with such respect, but for now, we can do without it. I’d advise, though, to use the term when you believe I want to hear it.” He rubbed himself against her and held back his groan. “Is my cock what you want?”

“My pussy aches for you.”

He chuckled before he moved away and saw her stance falter. “That kind of pleasure you’ll have to earn.”

She proved she was a skilled submissive as she recovered her position without pause. “I want to earn it, Sir.”

He strode toward his bag on the floor by the stone fireplace and took out his flogger. She tensed as he flicked his hand to allow her to hear the sound of the tails whooshing through the air. “Do you have a safe word, my pet?”

“Marshal.”

He positioned himself behind her and trailed the flogger over her backside. “Explain why that word holds significance?” He smacked her ass with a hard hit to test her limits.

“I’m a U.S. Marshal in Texas.” She groaned. “Supervisory Deputy to be exact.”

He ran the flogger over her bottom again to tease her. “Is that why the submissive role appeals to you, because of the job you hold?”

“It feels wonderful to give up the control I carry in my day-to-day life.” She moaned as he issued another hit. “And I enjoy being punished.”

He’d already known she enjoyed pain play. Madame Eve had sent him an extensive list of her limits, but he preferred learning for himself where those limits were drawn. “How long have you lived the BDSM lifestyle?”

“Five years.” She squeaked as he delivered a hard hit on her back then let the tails of the flogger tickle down the sweet cheeks of her ass.

“But you haven’t had a lifestyle Dom?”

“I—” She paused. “I’d prefer not to discuss it.”

Unacceptable. He hit hard twice. She bowed her head and cringed. “I didn’t ask what you preferred. Answer the question.”

She breathed deep as he hit lightly along her thighs. “I did have someone, but not anymore.”
“Would he be jealous that I’m your Dom tonight?”

“I’d imagine he would be.” She gasped when he flogged her on the shoulders and continued down her back.

“I suppose then, I’ll need to leave my mark on you for all to see, so they’re well aware who you belong to now.”

~*~


Stacey Kennedy’s novels are lighthearted fantasy with heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again. But within the stories you’ll find fast paced action, life threatening moments and a big bad villain that needs to be destroyed. Her urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller lists. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband.
Be sure to drop her a line at www.staceykennedy.com, she loves to hear from her readers.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

A Steamy Excerpt from The Opera

A steamier excerpt from The Opera

Alasdair looked sorrowfully at his knee where a single thread was out of place along the inner seam. He groaned to himself, cursing the chairs in the royal courts for being unkind to such delicate fabric and fine stitching, but was soon consoled when thinking of being bare before his wife in the privacy of the tailor while watching her mend his garments, her loveliness expatiated by the glow of light pervading the tailor window.

He could watch her at her sewing table for hours, her features intent on her work, her delicate and nimble hands creating every stitch. His sighs of mild anxiety became wistful exhalations, and soon he was only too eager to visit the tailor and show Carrigh how heroically he had been portrayed. He said his good evenings to the commander and hastened away to the servants’ quarter, passing the Cuineills’ apartments and entering the tailor, where he found his wife sitting at her sewing table, appearing as beautiful as ever: the warmth of her skin summoned by the amber light from beyond the window, her golden curls illuminated by the tender glow from the lit candle beside her, her upright and slender form in perfect posture finely shaped by the outline of her simple dress. His breath was nearly lost at such a prospect: a stunning creature hidden away for his personal reflection and delight.

He closed the door behind him as she turned to greet her husband and king, and he reckoned that though he might never truly win in a duel against the Den Asaan, his prize came to him in the doting wife who was quickly approaching him, kissing his cheek, and regarding him with the most devoted looks he had ever been accorded. The governance she had over his heart was unmistakable; a kiss from her granted another from him, one more eager and more passionate than she was prepared to receive. He cradled her in his arms and consumed her, enjoying the tenderness of her lips, the warmth of her touch, and the mellifluous fragrance of her sinuous skin.

Alasdair released her and said in a low voice, “I apologize, my darling, but I’ve brought something for you to fix.”

Carrigh looked down and half-smiled. “Do you mean the torn seam in your breeches or what you have beneath them, sire?”

Alasdair turned his face to the side, moderately and happily ashamed. “It can be both, if you aren’t too upset with me for ruining your hard work.”

“I think I can forgive you, sire,” she whispered, pressing herself against him and untying the front of his breeches.

Alasdair tossed the poster onto the sewing table and asked whether his wife would forgive him standing or leaning over. She preferred that exoneration be granted in various places about the tailor, and before Alasdair was able to remove his breeches entirely, he was already receiving his forgiveness by way of a kneeling seamstress, by way of her dexterous hands and an eager mouth. Alasdair froze in place, rapt by the pleasance her fervor afforded him. Soon, however, he could no longer bear her means of forgiveness and must give way to his desires of providing her with his due apologies. He lifted her from the ground and brought her to the sewing table where he might beg to be forgiven and she might cry out her breathless pardon with each penetration her husband should supply.

A lifting of her skirts, a maneuvering her garments, and he was prepared to ask while she was more than prepared to receive his contrition. A few moments were spent glorying in his wife’s long and lean legs, her lithe flesh, and her small round backside, and when he could wait no longer, he leaned over his wife, lifted her leg against the sewing table, and enjoyed his ardent repentance.

His thrusts were measured while her crevice was yet unaccustomed to his size, but the more she accepted him, the faster his penetrations became. He osculated her arched back between his aggressive drives and he reveled in hearing her muffled cries of clemency. He gripped her hips and forced his extent within her. Her cries grew strident and her words of pardon soon became entreaties for of his penitence. Alasdair indulged her, driving unreservedly into her until he felt her contract around him. She writhed beneath him, her fingers gripping the edge of the table, moaning through her arrival, compelling him to meet her completion. He did presently, and enjoyed her gentle ripples matching the rhythm of his own.

He leaned down once he had done, kissed his wife’s cheek, and said, “Do you forgive me?” in a tender tone.

Carrigh giggled to herself. She could never have supposed herself angry with him for something that was so easily fixed and was inclined to say no if only to incur another bout of his contrition. “I forgive you, sire,” she said, smiling.

They exchanged a most devoted kiss. Carrigh returned to her seat at the table and bade Alasdair to remove his breeches from around his feet. She began mending them whilst making intermittent glances at the king beside her, glorying in his smiles and admiring the advertisement he began showing her. She could look, but she could not much attend, for the King of Frewyn was standing in her tailor, half-dressed and his complexion in a glow of affection for the pleasurable pardon he had just be awarded.

The Opera Tales from Frewyn
By Michelle Franklin


Blurb:

When due homage is paid to the heroes of Frewyn, what could possibly go wrong?

The Frewyn Players at the Royal Theatre in Diras are looking for new material to perform when a famous director from Marridon arrives to impart a Marridon theatrical pastime that is certain to make them famous. An opera will be their new performance, one that glorifies Frewyn's greatest heroes, but what begins as homage ends as mockery, and the play that would make them the greatest exhibition in Frewyn might instead make them the Den Asaan's most merited enemy.

Book on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tales-from-Frewyn-The-Opera-ebook/dp/B005TL7QMA

Book on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94632

Twitter: @MrsDenAsaan & @DenAsaan

Haanta Series site: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94632