Saturday, October 22, 2011

Naughty Halloween Guest Blog and Giveaway with Liliana Hart

Happy Halloween!

This is one of my favorite times of the year. The weather is turning cooler, the leaves are changing colors, and every house on my street is decorated with the scariest props imaginable—graveyards, cobwebs, headless brides…I live in a great neighborhood.

I took a writing trip this past weekend with one of my pals, and we escaped our husbands and children for three whole days so we could get some serious writing done and change up the scenery a little bit. It turned out that I got way more than I bargained for with this trip.

The town we went to is very small—lots of B&B’s, mercantile shops, homemade sauces and jams, specialty boutiques and…haunted houses. The town is full of ghost sightings and unexplained events, and it just so happened while we were shopping at the mercantile, the woman who owned the store was serving a dinner that night and telling local ghost stories. It was the best $20 I spent all weekend.

She told us about the different houses that were currently haunted, murders and betrayal, and loves lost. But there was one particular story of a house that completely unnerved me. This house was built in the late 1800s, and the original family lived in the house for more than a century. But as stories go, things didn’t turn out for the family. The man of the house was cold to his wife and his children, he was abusive and cruel, and when the woman took a secret lover so she could finally find some happiness in her life, she had to have known that it could only last for a short while. The husband found them together, and in a fit of rage killed his wife and her lover, and then he hunted down and murdered their three children because he wasn’t sure if they were really his, just before turning the gun on himself.

It was a terrible tragedy, and it’s their ghosts who have scared the bejeezus out of every owner since that time. The house has never had the same owner for more than two years before they pack up and leave. There have been multiple documentations of temperature fluctuations between the rooms. The master suite where the woman and her lover were killed never gets above freezing, no matter how high the heat is turned up. Multiple accounts of furniture being moved in the rooms and pictures falling from the walls have come from every owner.

The last owners turned the place into a B&B, and had to instruct their staff to deny the rumors of the hauntings because they were losing business. The last owners were open for business for a mere six months. The new lady of the house was getting for bed one night (her husband was out of town on a business trip), and as she slipped into bed and pulled the covers over her, the covers on the other side of the bed where her husband usually sleeps were pulled back, and she felt the weight of a body get in bed beside her.

I don’t know about you guys, but if I felt someone get into bed beside me, but couldn’t see an actual person there, I would be flying out of that house. Which is exactly what the owners did. She woke her children up and the household staff, and everyone vacated the premises in their pajamas. An open jar of peanut butter was left on the counter, the beds were left unmade, clothes were left in the closets and dishes were left in the cupboards. The family left everything behind.

No one has lived in the house in four years. No one has even gone inside. If you look in the windows, you can still see the open peanut butter on the counter and everything just as the family left it. The house is frozen in time forever. Creepy. And I had the nightmares to prove it.

Believe me when I say I got enough book ideas to last me a long time from this trip. I can’t wait to share them with you.

I hope everyone has a wonderfully terrifying Halloween!


Liliana Hart

Who’s Riding Red?An Erotic Fairy Tale
Genre: Paranormal Erotica, Werewolves, Fairy Tales/Mythology
Warning: This book contains scenes intended for those over 18 years of age, including M/M, multiple partners, ménage, anal, sexual apparatuses/toys, and some violence.


London, 1492

Phillipa Redmond (Little Red Riding Hood) has lost her entire family to a terrible plague. When survivors from her village are evacuated to the country, Phillipa has no choice but to flee with them. But in the forest lurks something much more deadly than a killing sickness. They gentry call him Wulf, and he’s said to be the cruelest, most vile monster imaginable—a soulless demon who tortures his prey.

When Phillipa is kidnapped by Wulf and held hostage by his pack of wolves, she finds out that there’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain, and she has to decide once and for all if she feels more at home with the humans who want her title and riches, or with the monsters who want to worship her body for eternity.

Chapter Five:

Phillipa woke to a cooling sensation sliding sinuously over her limbs. Her mind was hazy and her body relaxed. When the cool air whispered between her legs, her thighs splayed open to accept the strange, but soothing feeling, as if it were perfectly natural to bare herself to the oddity.

Images scattered through her mind and intermingled, so fact and fiction were a blurry haze.

Richard was between her thighs, his cock long and hard as it prepared to take her virginity. She was damp with desire and more than ready to take him. Anticipation coursed through her, but just as he began to push inside of her, the wolves circled around them in the clearing, growling and snarling, ready to kill Richard for taking what they considered theirs.

They tore Richard away, tossing him to the ground like a rag doll, and the giant black beast stood over her—his genitalia fully erect and terrifyingly human paired with his monstrous body. She whimpered and struggled to open her eyes, even though part of her was fascinated by his size and ferocity. She wanted to touch him, take him in her mouth, and accept him into her body even as she wanted to push him away.

Her body was betraying her, desire rising so swiftly within her breast that almost anything or anyone would suffice. What had Richard done to her? What had he turned her into? Panic consumed her to the point that it was difficult to draw a breath.

The cool breeze whispered over her once more and soothed her nerves. And this time when she whimpered, it wasn’t with distress but with need. She knew her body. Knew the heaviness in her breasts and the sensitivity of her nipples would only increase until she found release. Even as she had the thought, a mouth closed over her right nipple, a warm tongue lapping at the peaked bud until she couldn’t help but press her body upward. The tongue flicked rapidly and teeth nipped erotically until she almost came from that alone. Somewhere in the foggy haze of her brain, she wondered why the black wolf’s teeth hadn’t damaged her. They’d felt decidedly…human.

The heat in her body increased until she was sure she’d burst into flame, and she cried out as her body sought some kind of relief.

“I can soothe your pain, Phillipa,” a voice said inside her head.

His words slithered across her skin like silk and she found she wanted him to say more. His voice was an aphrodisiac, a pure baritone that would make the angels weep with wonder.

“I have made the angels weep. For they fear me and shudder when my name is spoken. But you do not. You open your mind and body to me as if you already belonged to me. And I find this pleases me greatly.”

He pressed an intimate kiss between her thighs and groaned in ecstasy as he drank her sweet nectar. His tongue was amazing—different than Richard—longer, and it seemed to touch her everywhere at once, sending her body into rapture with every swipe.

Phillipa found the strength to move her arms and grasped his head with her hands. His hair was thick and long and soft between her fingers as she gripped him tightly and thrust her hips against him. Shudders wracked her body as she came in a flood against his mouth.

He slid up her body, coarse hairs tickling her skin until they were lined up like two pieces of a puzzle. Her hands moved from his head to his shoulders, a part of her mind still acknowledging that this man was a stranger, though her body was already filling with the overwhelming heat once more, and her hips cradled the hardness that rested against her cleft.

She forced her eyelids open and stared into the blackest eyes she’d ever seen—as if they were made from darkness itself. They were exotic and slightly tilted at the corners, and she thought his thick black lashes should look overly feminine, but they didn’t. Staring into his eyes was like looking into nothingness. She remembered the words of Sir Harry. A soulless beast.

Phillipa was terrified, but somehow aroused in equal measure. Giving herself to this man, if he even was a man, would change her life forever. There would be no going back if she let him inside her.

“I can feel your heat, Phillipa. It calls to me, and I can’t help but answer.”

He nudged her folds with his cock and she gasped for breath at the intimate touch. He didn’t go any further and she lifted her hips to him to nudge him closer.

“I know what you’re feeling right now,” he whispered. “Your mind is in a dream. Your body feels as if it’s about to catch flame, and your pussy is drenched with an unspoken yearning. You need release, but your movements are slow, your limbs weighed down by an unseen force.”

“Mmm,” she moaned in acquiescence. He pushed against her a little more and the head of his cock stretched her virgin entrance. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his back.

“You don’t know me. But you dream of me. You fear me. But you want me. And now that you’ve been tainted, it is only I that can soothe your body from the fiery heat. You are mine.”

“Yes, yes!” Phillipa screamed.

He took her mouth in a savage kiss and she tasted the copper tinge of blood as he bit her lip. His hips thrust into her just as his tongue plunged into her mouth, and she was innocent no more.

There was no pain, though she knew there should have been. He hadn’t taken her with ease as one should with a virgin. But the heat that consumed her body somehow dulled the pain, and she accepted him with ease.

His cock filled her completely and touched her very womb, and when he began to piston in and out of her body she was lost to the pleasure. Time and space ceased to exist. They were alone—two strangers caught in the heat of magic—desperate for fulfillment.

A growl rumbled in his chest and his lips twisted in a snarl as he moved impossibly faster. But she wasn’t afraid. The pleasure he gave her body was too great. His cock swelled to the point that it brought an edge of pain to their coupling, and that was all it took to send her over the edge.

Her cunt clamped and spasmed around him and she screamed as the feeling coursed through her entire body. He buried his face in her neck and stiffened above her, and she knew he’d found his own fulfillment.

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Warning: This book contains scenes intended for those over 18 years of age, including lesbianism, multiple male partners, ménage, anal, voyeurism, masturbation and some violence.

Chapter Five:
A Decision Must Be Made

Cole had been teaching Victoria some of the things that Dillon liked to help her pass the time and to feel closer to Dillon while he was away—teaching her the darker things that Holly had once told her of—and she had to admit she preferred it when their lovemaking was a little harder—a little edgier—a little different.

Cole tied her into her corset one afternoon, so her breasts were presented plump and full, practically bursting from the top, and her waist appeared small. He blindfolded her and carried her to the paddock where they trained the horses, bent her forward and tied her hands to the pole in the middle of the ring, much like he did the horses he was trying to break.

Victoria couldn’t see anything. She could only feel the smooth wood beneath her hands and the soft grass beneath her feet. The smell of the water was clean and clear and the sun beat against her back. She was bent over and exposed so anyone might see, and the thought gave her chills even as a soft breeze blew across the damp curls of her nether lips.

Victoria jumped as a crop whistled through the air and landed against her skin. She was torn between crying out in pain and hiding in shame, for she felt the moisture gathering between her legs. By the time Cole got to the last few spankings, she was pushing her ass out to meet each lash as it came down, and her desire was running freely down the inside of her thighs.

“Very good, Victoria,” Cole crooned as he tossed the crop to the ground and touched the heated flesh of her ass with his cool hand. “Your response will please Dillon a great deal. Now let’s see what else that sweet ass of yours can take.”

Victoria squirmed against her bonds as he dipped his fingers through her wet slit. The blindfold made every touch, every whisper of breath more intensive, and she shuddered as he kissed her on the nape of the neck and pushed his fingers inside of her.

“Please, Cole,” she begged, pushing against him as he added another finger, stretching her wide.

“Are you begging me, Victoria?”

“Yesss. Please. You know what I want.”

His laugh slithered silkily across her skin as he pulled his fingers from her sheath. “Yes, I know exactly what you want. But I’m going to give you something else. I know Dillon better than I know myself Victoria, and I know for a fact that he’s going to love every delectable inch of you. Just as Holly and I do. But Dillon’s tastes run darker than mine, and I want you to be prepared for the things he’ll want to do to you. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head and whimpered as he nipped gently at her neck, before laving the bite mark with his tongue. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” He gathered her moisture on his finger and skimmed it up to the puckered star of her anus.

“Cole,” she said in surprise. “You can’t—”

“Shh, baby. Just relax.”

She felt a slight pressure and a tingle down her spine as he inserted a finger in her forbidden passage.

“That’s it, Victoria. Relax and take me in.”

He worked his finger in and out before adding a second, working her moisture into the tight hole. Victoria’s knees trembled at the pleasure and she moaned in protest when Cole removed his fingers and left her empty.

“No, no, don’t stop. Please,” she begged.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he said huskily.

She felt his hands hot against her hips, his fingers branding her skin, as he lined up his cock behind her. He sunk his shaft into her pussy with one thrust, so she felt the slap of his testicles against her backside, and then pulled out just as quickly. The head of his cock pressed against her anus and she tried to relax as he pushed against the tight ring.

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking sexy.” His breath was strained, and his fingers clamped tighter around her hips as he pushed the large head of his cock inside of her.

Victoria cried out at the invasion and bit her lip as her body adjusted to the foreign pleasure. “Ohmigod, Cole. It’s too much. You’re too big.”

“You can take all of me, Victoria. Did you know that Dillon is bigger than I am? I’m preparing you for his cock, baby.” Cole let out a sigh as he pushed his entire length into her ass. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’m all in now. God, you’re so damned tight I could come just staying still.”

“I feel so strange, Cole. My body is hot. And my pussy throbs.”

Cole reached his hand beneath her, pressing his middle finger over her clit. “I’ll make it better, baby. I promise.” He was bent over her back and his breath tickled her ear as he whispered to her. “Holly is watching us right now from the trees. Did you know that?”

“No,” Victoria moaned, imagining the sight they must make together.

“Her shirt is unbuttoned and she’s playing with those beautiful tits with one hand while the other is buried in her pussy. She loves seeing me deep inside your ass.”

“Yes,” Victoria cried out. “Hurry. Please.”

Cole pulled out slowly, and she felt every ridge of his cock against her sensitive nerve endings. And then her world exploded as he slammed into her with relentless strokes, pushing her closer and closer to an ecstasy she’d never imagined, while his fingers thrummed her clit. Black dots danced in front of her eyes as her orgasm seemed to start at her toes and tingle across every surface of her skin.

Her ass tightened around his cock and she heard his groans of pleasure as he had to work harder to push inside of her because of her tightness. He thrust one last time and she felt him swell inside of her just before his come coated her inner walls. In the distant corner of her mind, as her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, she heard Holly cry out with her own release.


Debby said...

Looks great!!

mnjcarter said...

First of all, that ghost story was seriously creepy!! Wasn't too bad until you got to the part where someone got into her bed!! My hair was standing up on my arms!! Yikes!

Those excerpts are incredibly hot!!
You put them in a great order. Cold, chilling ghost story, followed ny the hot and steamy excerpts.
2 more for the TBR!!

Liliana Hart said...

Thanks for hosting me today, Roxanne!