Saturday, May 31, 2014

Time for another Round!

Did everyone enjoy the snippets from this morning????  
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We just had Isobelle Cate's paranormal Midnight Atonement on the blog earlier this week, but here is a  new sexcerpt which hasn't been seen yet!

Kate rolled her eyes good-naturedly. And that’s when she felt she was being watched. Could it be the sexy stranger? She looked at the counter but she couldn’t see him. She turned back to nurse her drink, the feeling not leaving her. It wasn’t the feeling she got when she was being stalked. It felt more like the protective yet sensual kind, a whisper of a touch against her skin. Her spine suddenly tingled with an awareness which sent signals down to her core, causing the nub inside her sex’s folds to throb in tandem with her heartbeat. She looked around again even as she tried not to squirm and moan because of the delicious sensations occurring between her legs. She gasped when she felt liquid heat beginning to soak her panties. Her breasts swelled of their own accord and she had to brace herself on the table when she felt her nipples harden as though someone was teasing them. Kate swallowed hard. She was breathing heavily and she could feel herself flush as the sensual hunger inside her built up steadily.

Oh God, was she about to have an orgasm? In the bar?

“Kate, are you all right?” Tommy’s voice sounded far away, his concerned face appearing hazy.

Instead of replying, she made a mad dash to the exit. She could feel her body begin to tighten. She bit down hard on her lips to stop the moan from rolling out of her, but her body refused to follow. Her release crested within her like a wave about to lash against the rocks. Unmindful of her high heels, she sprinted across the grass, cutting through the cement paths and the Manchester Eye’s booth, and away from KRO, making a beeline for the concrete seats closer to the nearly deserted Market Street. She got some curious stares but she didn’t care. Just as she closed in on a stone seat, she let out a soft cry of ecstasy. She gripped the seat. Sittingdown only intensified her climax. Her body shuddered as her release spread strong over her body, causing her womb to clench before radiating out and around her breasts and hardened peaks.

“Oh, God,” she breathed, pressing her thighs together to stave off what was left of her climax. But that, too, only further pleasured her when her clit twitched repeatedly between her legs.


She shot him a glance.

“Tommy,” she said hoarsely. “I’m not staying. Tell Anthea and Flo I’ll talk to them tomorrow.”

Tommy took out his phone. “I’ll let them know now. I’m taking you home.” He gave her a cursory glance. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I’ll be fine.” She was slowly starting to feel like herself again. She heard Tommy speak to Florence telling her he was taking Kate home. He ended the call.

“Darling, you’re not fine,” he retorted, catching her when she stood up unsteadily. In a lower voice, he said, “If I didn’t know any better, you just came.”

“Thomas Mitchell!” she said aghast, her face heating up. She punched his arm and winced. Hitting Tommy’s muscled bicep with her soft fist was a mistake.

“Hhhmmm…” Tommy looked at her with a critical eye. He let go of her when she could stand properly.

“Even under the streetlights I can see you’re flushed and your eyes are still dilated. Kate, hellooo, it’s me. The sexy gay you turned to when you needed to cry your eyes after you realized you’ve been had.”

“Well, that time you were still skinny, not all buffed up and someone to die for.”

Tommy’s mouth twitched.

“You’re not my type,” Kate huffed and laughed softly. “Though I saw a few men eye you in the bar.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “They can wait. You, on the other hand, can’t.”

Kate couldn’t argue as she nodded her assent. She couldn’t understand what had happened to her. Not even when she read what others called trashy romance novels did she get this turned on. She wondered if the attraction she felt for the stranger had anything to do with it. But that was impossible and farfetched. No one could get that

turned on by just imagining a man, could they? Someone whose touch she longed for, his hands caressing every inch of her, his breath covering every inch of her skin to bring it to life, to feel his lips on hers. To make her feel needed, wanted, and desired. That she was the only woman in the world for him. Kate shook her head to dispel her thoughts. She must really be crazy or utterly deprived of sex. The former she already knew. The latter was a choice.

“Take me home, Tommy.” She looked up at him, her eyes showing her vulnerability. She could be like that with Tommy and he’d take care of her. He was some hunk of a brother.

Tommy hugged her to his side before they started walking to the car park. The cold air did a lot to taper the heat of her body. The episode had left her spent and she

just wanted to crawl into her bed and relive the afterglow alone.

Always alone.


About a month ago I met Dina Redmon when she stopped by share her Contemporary Romance Chasing Circumstance with us.  Dina is giving away an ebook of her first novel To Speak of It Again: My Journey from Innocence, along with sending this snippet.....
This is not just a tell all book about people you don’t know. It goes much deeper than that or at least I hope it does. It’s a story about human interactions, relationships and my journey from innocence to personal growth. It’s a story about everything, nothing and all that is in between.
So again, why did I choose to write this? The truth is this book had to be written. I mean, it absolutely had to be written. No, not because it’s some epic tale. Hell, at this point, I don’t even know if anyone other than me and my people will ever read it. It had to be written because if I hadn’t, my people would have ripped out my larynx and shown it to me. You see, I’ve talked about turning my journals into a book for years and they are tired of hearing about it. So, for my own safety and well being, it simply had to be done.
I suppose this is the part where I should tell you who I am. It’s easy in its complexity. I’m not so conceited as to tell you how I think you should see me. Instead, I’d rather tell you the facts as I see them, as I lived them, and let you come to your own conclusions. I cannot promise that I won’t throw in any personal commentary. After all, this is my story and the story of the people I’ve met. With that said, I think it may be time to introduce myself.
I was born under the midnight stars. Naw, I’m just kidding. I screamed my way into this world somewhere in the 1970s in northern California. Shortly thereafter, my family and I relocated to Minnesota, where I lived until I returned to California later in life. I’ve lived all over the United States—California, Minnesota, Colorado, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, and Oregon. I am a gypsy, a caregiver, an artist, and a human. Everything that makes up this package has been labeled as Maggie Reed. Hello, it’s nice to meet you.
Author Sydney Logan helped us out with our new contest Most Memorable Man of Service over Memorial Weekend.  At that time, she posted about her military romance Soldier On releasing in June.  For our birthday, she gave us a snippet from her contemporary Appalachian Romance story about a love charm in Mountain Charm.  She is donating any ebook from her backlist.
“It’s your birthday?” Dylan asked.
“Yes, and it was blissfully uneventful until you showed up.”
“Beautiful and infuriating,” Dylan muttered. “Look, Angelina, I was just given this assignment yesterday. I don’t have a clue about Appalachian magic tricks or devil-worshipping or whatever it is you do up in these mountains, but I have a story to write. Just let me interview you and your mom, and I’ll be back on the interstate before you can say abracadabra.
Instead of pointing out just how ignorant he sounded, Angelina decided what he truly needed was a strong dose of fear.
“Actually, I do have something you need to see. A family heirloom. Wait here?”
Excited for any useful information, Dylan’s eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically. Once again, those good manners kicked in, and Dylan opened the door for her. 
Angelina raced inside the house. She hadn’t touched it in years, but she still remembered where her father kept the key to the case. She grabbed what she needed and quickly made her way back out to the porch, letting the screen door slam behind her.
Dylan jumped out of his chair. “What the hell?”
Angelina lifted the rifle and pointed it straight at him. He didn’t need to know the safety was on—or that the chamber was empty.
“This is a Remington, passed down from my father and his father, also known as an Appalachian magic wand. Just watch. It’s going to make you disappear.”
Angelina thought it was almost comical, hearing him curse and watching him leap off the porch. All the commotion caused her dog to chase after him, which only made Dylan sprint faster until he reached the sanctuary of his vehicle.
“Are you insane?” Dylan yelled.
“I tend to get a little crazy when someone trespasses on my property. Leave my family alone and don’t come back!”
He slammed the door and had to do some fancy maneuvering to get around her car, but within seconds, the only sounds Angelina could hear were Dylan’s squealing tires, her dog’s noisy bark, and her mother’s hearty laughter.
Another up and coming author we have the pleasure of working with is Izzibella Beau, who writes the New Adult Assumption series.  Broken is already released and Barely is on its way! She's sharing a snippet of both with us.  She is giving away an ecopy of Broken.

“It shouldn’t have happened like that.” He glanced back at me.
                I’m confused. “What?” I asked wanting him to continue the explanation.
         “The whole first kiss thing.” He waved his hand around. “And being stuck here at this lame party and getting drunk on your eighteenth birthday.” Colton wiped his hand over his face again in frustration.
                “Well, I liked both of them a lot.” I took a step forward towards him.
                He turned around. “Well, that’s not how I imagined our first kiss.” He was staring at me with those brown eyes anyone could fall in love with.
                Hold up a minute! It wasn’t how he imagined it? So he’s thought about this before? “Have you thought about kissing me before?” Good thing alcohol made inhibitions go away or I’d never be having this conversation right now.
                I could tell he just rolled his eyes. “Probably more times than I should have.” He gave me a sexy little grin.
                “Hmm,” I said out loud.
                Colton looked at me out of the corner of his eye, “What?”
        “We could always try again.” A small smile started to form on my lips.
                “Try what again?”
        Now was not the time to be confused Colton. I felt like I may need some more Jell-O if we had to continue this type of talk. “The first kiss thing.” I moved a little closer.
        “Ayma, you can’t have a redo on a first kiss. It’s something that can only happen once. Like something you’ll always remember.” He was looking straight across the empty field right now. I think it was empty, but there might have been cows or something out there. I still really dark where we were standing.
        “Do you remember your first kiss?” I didn’t know if guys remembered stuff like that. It seemed he was in deep thought of recollection. I’m guessing that he did remember “Colton, my first was awesome. Maybe the second would be even better.” I tried to lighten the mood.
        Colton gave me a bigger smile and shook his head, “I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you in the morning.”
        “I’m not drunk anymore.” I took a step forward, but stumbled a little. “Well, not as much as I was. I can make rational choices right now. I just haven’t gotten this whole walking after drinking thing down yet.” That made him chuckle a little. “So, how’d you think it would happen?” Why did I sound nervous on that question, like my voice was shaky?
        “Well…” He turned to me and I could see his whole face clearly now. He was like so, perfect. “First.” He brushed my hair back gently with his hand. “We were supposed to have a perfect date.”
        “We just did have a great night.” I tried to get him to see I didn’t regret any of what happened.
        “Shh.” He placed his finger against my mouth. There goes that deep burning fire in the pit of my stomach that I thought I’d never feel again. “Then I was supposed to drive you home and walk you up to the door.” He was looking into my eyes and I could feel myself start to grow weak. “I would tell you I had an awesome night.”
                I giggled on that one. Hey, it was corny but soooo cute!
        He gently took my face in both his hands and brought his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath against my skin, then I could feel his lips softly touch mine. I started to move my lips with his and the fire came back to life. I held my arms up, put them around his neck and pulled him closer. He had his hands on my back, but not moving like they were before. I could feel him wanting to deepen the kiss, but holding back. I opened my mouth slightly and gave him permission. He took the invitation and lightly touched my tongue with his. I think that sent both of us over the edge.
                His kiss became more deep and intense. I could feel his hands begin to move down my back and onto my butt. I slowly took my arms from around his neck and moved them under his shirt again. His stomach flexed at my touch, but then relaxed. He felt so good.
        A soft moan came from my throat. He took me to a point I didn’t know if I wanted to come back from. Colton slowly stopped kissing me and put his hands back on my waist to pull me closer. He leaned his face down by my neck and ear. I could feel the deep breaths he was taking, they matched my own.
                He placed his forehead against mine, “That was how it was supposed to be,” he whispered in my ear.

 Barely Breathing:
Everything was going great until he rubbed his hand along my stomach and that was when everything turned cold. Colton got off of me and sat on the end of the couch. He looked as sexually frustrated as I felt. I had no idea what was wrong, he just stopped!
“Um, is there something wrong?” I tried to gain some composure back after that adrenaline rush of activity, something that had been missing from our relationship for seemingly so long.
“Yes…no... I really don’t know anymore.” He sounded frustrated that he couldn’t give a clear and concise answer. “What do you want from all of this, Ayma?” He pointed his finger between the two of us.
I really had no clue to the response he wanted or what he actually meant. “I don’t really understand the question.” I started picking up all the fries that I’d thrown at him.
He came over and started to help me clean up. “I mean, we haven’t really talked about anything that we’re going to do, if we’re still going to wait on getting married or how we’re going to take care of the baby, how we’re going to do anything.” He threw the fries that he’d picked up on the coffee table and sat down.
I was guessing any romantic escapade was sort of out of the question right now. I didn’t know why I wanted to, maybe it was all hormonal or something. I let out a deep sigh and sat down beside him. “I really don’t know what to do. I’m about as clueless in this as you are.” I didn’t know what else to say. I knew he was looking for answers and solutions, but I didn’t have any to offer. “Colton?” I looked over at him staring at the wall in front of us.
“Hmm,” he said without even a glance in my direction.
“Do you still love me?” My voice sounded like it was cracking or I could start crying at any moment.
There was hesitancy in his response. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said, “Yeah, I do.” But why did I get the feeling there was something more going on?
“I think I’m going to go to bed.” He stood up and started toward the bedroom. “We have school tomorrow,” he said as he walked into the room and out of my sight.
I turned off the lights and made sure the front door was locked. I went into the bedroom where Colton was and saw that he was just lying in bed with the TV on. It really didn’t seem like he was even watching it.
I changed into my night clothes and crawled into bed beside him. I gently kissed him on the cheek and rolled back over to my side. There was no response on his part, except for a soft ‘good night.’
The night of dreaming was eventful. Let’s just say my excitement from the little make-out session Colton and I had in the living room carried over into my dreams. Somehow, Colton ended up turning into Bentley somewhere along the dream lines. Hey, I couldn’t help what I dreamed, right?
I knew I’d woken myself up from the excitement I was feeling or the way that the Bentley/Colton character in my dream was making me feel. I remembered I kept calling Bentley’s name every time he would touch or kiss me in my dream.
I looked over to Colton’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there. I heard a noise over by the dresser and saw him standing there.
“Hey, why are you over there?” I questioned, sounding still half asleep.
He held out my cell phone. “Who the fuck is Bentley and why were you calling his name in your sleep?”
And that's not all, folks!
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We're turning two, and we're behaving terribly!

Welcome to our 2nd Anniversary Bash!
a message from pearls

It is so hard to believe that it was 2 years ago that Tink called me and we giggled on the phone about our latest read, only to be followed with "We should create a forum where readers can come talk about the books they love, but won't admit to their friends".  So here we are!!!  A book club that evolved into a blog because we wanted to help out the wonderful authors that supported us.  Plus we have a Facebook group, Twitter feed, and Goodreads private group. oh, yeah, and a Youtube channel. 

We have met some amazing people along the way.  Some are established authors, some are up-and-coming indies, some are readers who just love books as much as we do.  We added our good friend cherrymary to the admin group.  We've added three hot contests to help you (and us) find new fictional boyfriends.  We've held our 2nd annual Best of the Year awards and our 2nd Charity event.  This year we raised $1400 for cancer survivors, thanks to our wonderful followers and authors. 

But hosting a blog isn't all fun and games.  Sometimes you have to take time off to attend grueling workshops in New Orleans and traipse up and down Bourbon Street for that elusive author sighting.  Sometimes you have to read all these free ARCs that mysteriously show up in your email box.  (Did I mention I love my job!).  And sometimes you have to visit a dungeon, all in the name of research. 

Let me give you an example of how dangerous blogging can be.  This week I was driving in the grocer's parking lot when my phone dings. Thinking hubby has left milk off the list I glance down and read
 "saw the mischief gleaming in her eyes....nipped her lower lip and smacked her bare ass" 
I didn't wreck my car, but it came pretty close. 

So without further ado, let's get on to the party! 
We have lots of snippets provided by authors to share with you this weekend, along with chances to win books, ebooks, and swag.  So be sure to come back each day to celebrate with us and other readers who like to talk about the books they love. In fact, we have so many snippets, we are doing morning and afternoon posts, so come back later today, too!

One of the first series recommended to me by a forum reader was Divine Creek Ranch.  A month later I was lucky enough to meet Heather Rainier at  The Romance Convention.  We've been friends ever since. 
Heather Rainier sent us this juicy snippet from upcoming novel Divine Charity, an Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance releasing June 13. She is giving away a pdf copy of the release.  Bookstrand  Author Page

Val saw the mischief gleaming in her eyes as she stared at him and Ransome while whispering to Justin. He whispered back and then nipped her lower lip and smacked her bare ass. An amused chuckle rumbled from his chest as she climbed over him and stepped toward the French doors that led into the bedroom. She licked her lips and nodded at Justin.

Val and Ransome turned questioning looks on Justin and he said, “Did I ever tell you about one of Charity’s favorite fantasies anytime we’re camping?”


Justin smiled and said, “She has this thing about being chased.”

Charity nodded as she backed toward the stairs that led down to the yard and the woods beyond. “Did you think I was just going to fall into your arms, boys? If you want to keep me…” She looked beyond them to Justin and gratitude glowed in her eyes before she darted into the shadows, calling, “You have to catch me first!”

Justin laughed at the surprise on their faces. “Better get after her, guys. She’s fast and sneaky. If you can catch her, take good care of her. Meet you in the house later.”

Val and Ransome erupted from their chairs and charged for the stairs. She was barefoot and he was a little concerned about her getting hurt. Chasing her with a hard-on was going to be a bitch and he contemplated whether he’d nail her the second he caught her or spank her ass while carrying her over his shoulder back to the house. They listened for sounds of activity before taking off at a rustling sound in the distance. They spooked a deer and a flock of birds but didn’t find a trace of her. After several minutes of searching, they heard a shrill whistle from the direction of the house and the sound of amused female laughter.

“Shit!” Ransome stopped in his tracks. “How did she get past us?”

“She must’ve waited for us to pass her on the trail.” They both headed back to the house at a dead run.
Another great author I met on the Inner Goddess forum is Randi Alexander.  She also writes Erotic Cowboy Romances. 
Her latest book is Chase and Seduction, which she personally signed a paperback to be given away at our party when I saw her in NOLA.  You rock the purple hat, Randi!

Hi Pearls! Here's the excerpt from Chase and Seduction. Thanks so much for including me in your party!

Reno sensed his presence before he got close.
“She’s got the curves, and I got the nerve, to take her for my own.” Chase sang, coming up behind her.
She started to turn, but he grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself against her ample backside, swaying them both to the music. His chest felt rock-hard against her back, and his big arm pressed up against the bottom of her breast. His hips ground into her butt.
Too many people were staring, nudging each other, and grinning. Breathless from the embarrassment, her head started to spin. Weak woman that she was, she shook with a burst of lust that burned low in her belly. God, how she wanted this man. He was pure temptation and her hands itched to grab his thighs and give him a wicked grinding in return.
She snapped back to reality and stiffened her body against her own response.
He was coming on strong. Strong enough to make her wish she could get her friggin’ moral compass to point another direction, just for one naughty night.
The band’s lead guitarist started a blaring, wailing solo on stage, which drew people’s attention away from her. Chase bent his head and his breath warmed her ear. “My trailer. Ten minutes.” He released her and his booted steps faded as he headed back to the stage.
She nearly fell backward. His trailer. Alone with him. A chill of desire shuddered through her, puckering her nipples into tight points and forcing blood down low to swell her tingling, needy lips. She wanted to lie on his bed and watch him kiss a path down her body, settling between her legs, his cowboy hat brushing her thighs as his tongue flicked…
“Oh no you don’t.” She spoke the words to herself. What was she thinking? If she had a car here, she’d leave the party right now. How else could she avoid temptation?
Beatrix came back with their beer. “Your face is as red as this cup. What did I miss?”
Tracy beamed. “Chase stopped by for a visit.”
 “Oooh.” Beatrix moved closer. “What did he say?”
Reno shook her head and took her beer. “Nothing. He was just working the crowd.”
Tracy leaned closer. “Reno, I saw his lips moving. What did he say?”
She shot her a warning look. “He asked why I hang out with such annoying women.”
Beatrix and Tracy laughed. “Did he give you his room number?” Tracy wiggled her eyebrows.
Reno rolled her eyes, anxious to end this conversation. She sipped her beer, looking at the stage where Chase finished the set with some wild gyrations and jumps.
“Thank you.” He tipped his hat to the cheering crowd, and the band took a bow while their sound guy put in a CD.
Chase left the stage and disappeared through the door leading to the next sound stage where the actors’ trailers were housed. Where he’d be waiting for her to join him.
She looked at her friends, desperately needing a distraction to keep her from thinking about him. But they were both grinning.
 “You liiiiike him,” Beatrix sang.
Reno stared down into her foamy beer. Yeah, she did like him. Too much. She could easily fall for him and start dreaming of a happy ever after. But she was a farm-raised, small-town girl. A man like Chase would use her up and stomp on her self-esteem like two thousand pounds of Brahma bull.
Right then she resolved to ignore him, pretend she wasn’t horny for him. She’d convince herself she didn’t want to run after him, pin him to the bed in his trailer, and ride reverse cowgirl on him all night…

Of course not all of our books are Westerns.  We also have contemporary romances, such Tara Rose's series Racy Nights set in Racy, Indiana.  Our first book event was the release party for her new series Passion Peak. Tara likes to add a little BDSM into her menage stories.  With 3 sexy series out, Tara is giving the winner their choice of 3 ebooks from her backlist.
Here's a snippet from Captivating Her Racy Heroes, Racy Nights 13, for the birthday bash. This book should be on pre-order by the end of this week. Thanks! 
Brynn’s ass was on fire, and her nipples and pussy were close to being so as well, but she loved it. Every single second of it. She hadn’t played with two Doms before, and she’d never had even one treat her so respectfully during impact play. These two would never hurt her. She could trust them implicitly, and she knew that as sure as she knew that the damn leather strap Hugh now wielded hurt like a bugger.
But when Ryder started smacking her nipples with what felt like a riding crop, she cried out. She’d found a new toy to love and hate at the same time.
“Was that a safeword?” His voice was a combination of humor and dominance, and her already soaked pussy grew wetter still at the tone in it. She’d give these two anything they wanted tonight. Absolutely anything.
“No, Sir. I like it, but it really burns.”
He kissed her nipples, then licked them, while Hugh continued punishing her ass with the leather strap. Brynn moaned loudly and slipped into a peaceful state where pain and pleasure ran together like water colors in the rain. She hadn’t been there in a very long time, and she’d missed it so much.
Every happy emotion she’d ever felt coalesced into soft light inside her mind. She gave over to it, letting the soothing sensations wash over her. The burning on her ass cheeks, pussy, and nipples became a brighter light that fused with the soft one, until she was floating in a sea of light and colors. Nothing could harm here in this space, and she never wanted to leave it. It pleased them. She knew this. And this was where she wanted to stay.
It took a while for her to realize that both men had stopped hitting her, but even that realization only partly pulled her from the space she’d been in. Their tongues were all over her at once. Her sore ass cheeks, her wet pussy, and her sensitive nipples. They kissed her neck and the backs of her thighs, and then she heard the sound of condom wrappers opening, and that finally snapped her back to the present.
Ryder’s breath was warm against her ear. “We’d love to fuck you in the ass. What do you say? We’d use condoms for this, of course. And plenty of lube.”
“Right here on the bench, Sir?”
“Oh…how decadent and dirty. I love it. Yes, please. Please, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Oh, that did it. She melted at those words. She always had. And this time, since they’d been spoken so gently and after such delicious play, her heart fluttered and she had to blink back tears. Why couldn’t she have met these two instead all those years ago?
A warm, wet finger slipped into her asshole, stretching the tight walls and sending shivers up and down her spine. When another one slipped into her pussy, she cried out in pleasure. She wasn’t entirely sure which man was behind her, easing his dick into her ass, but she didn’t care. The other one played with her clit, and both men whispered words of encouragement, and told her how beautiful and special she was.
No one had ever taken such care with her or shown her such gentle respect, while still giving her the pain she craved. These two were a gift. An amazing gift she’d been blessed to run into today. And to think it had all begun with her falling on her ass in a grease spot. She must remember to thank Nan and Charlie.
Brynn relaxed every muscle she could so that she’d enjoy the ass fucking. Their cocks were big, but they’d used so much lube that it only burned at first. Once she grew used to their size, and the way it felt when they’d switch, she loved it. They continued to pay attention to her clit and her nipples, and consequently it didn’t take long for another climax to wash over her.
Was this three now, or four? And did it really matter? She’d stay here all night, tied to this bench, letting them fuck her if that’s what they wanted. She never wanted this to end. Reality could go fuck itself.
When they finally stopped, they untied her and Hugh picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. They’d removed their condoms, and they took turns gently holding her and whispering how amazing that had been. She knew they hadn’t come yet, so was hoping they weren’t done.
Ryder rolled on top of her, grinning in a way that made her pussy wet all over again. “Ever had two cocks in you at once?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Want to try? We’re talking about your pussy and your mouth. We don’t want to hurt you, and you took a lot of anal just now.”
Had she? She must really be out of it not to think it had been a lot. “That sounds wonderful, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Ryder sat back on his heels and scooted closer to her face until his swollen, red cock was inches from it. She reached for it, but he caught her wrists in one strong hand, sending shivers up and down her spine. “We’d like your arms restrained for this, but only if you’re all right with that.”
“More than all right, Sir.” She loved the idea of being totally at their mercy for a blow job. She wanted to please them, and she wanted to give them everything they wanted tonight.
Just six months into opening Inner Goddess, I attended my first book festival and met Sherri Hayes.  I instantly fell in love with both her series!  The first book I bought from her was SLAVE, and she is giving away a signed Slave booklet of chapter 1.
From the same Finding Anna series, here is a snippet from TRUST. 

I woke up for the first time in four months with a smile on my face. Stephan lay beside me, his arm draped possessively over my stomach, and his head resting on a pillow near my shoulder. I never wanted to leave this bed.
The sun was already shining strong through the curtains, so I knew it had to be at least midmorning. We didn’t get much sleep last night. After we had sex that first time, Stephan had insisted on the two of us taking a shower to clean up. I’m not sure we got all that clean, though, since he’d given me two more orgasms, one with his hands and the other with his mouth, while we were in there.
Afterward, we’d climbed back in the large bed, and he’d gathered me to his chest, constantly kissing and touching me. It was as if he needed to reassure himself that I was there. I couldn’t blame him. It felt surreal to me as well.
Sometime before dawn, he woke me again. This time, it was with barely there kisses all over my body that had my skin tingling. As he slid his penis inside me the second time, he held my hands over my head, pinning to me to the mattress, and murmured he loved me over and over again in my ear. It was almost magical, that feeling of being surrounded by him—loved by him—protected by him. It sent me into a spiral of sensations that ended in another intense orgasm.
When we finally fell asleep for the second time, I was wrapped tightly in his embrace. The position didn’t allow me much movement, but I didn’t care. He was here, and I would be in whatever position he needed me to be in. After I’d left, I’d worried he would realize he didn’t really feel the same way about me that I did for him. It seemed I was wrong. Being apart had affected him immensely. Even though I knew I’d done what I had to, there was guilt there. What if there had been another way that wouldn’t have meant us being separated all this time?
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Friday, May 30, 2014

An Ill-fated Morning Duel leads to A Lady Forsaken

Shunned No More
A Lady Forsaken, Book 1
by Christina McKnight
Genre: Historical Romance, Regency
Publisher: La Loma Elite Publishing
Review by pearls
I adore Regency romances, so when asked to read this one, I jumped at the chance.  Afterall, who doesn't love a good scandal.  Years ago, the shocking behavior of a young debutante set in motion the ton's much anticipated event: the meeting of Lady Viola and the brother of the men she seduced to their death.  But hatred is the last thing he feels when Brock sees her.  Exiled from London, Lady Viola has been running a horse farm under the name of her father's land.  She has matured, resolved to righting her wrongs.  From duels at sunrise to stolen stable kisses to walks in Hyde Park to elegant balls, this novel encompasses much of the Regency time period.  She is as independent as an indulgent father will allow, bowing to his ultimate commands.  He is just as trapped by the societal hierarchy as the young debutante was, both products of a fickle ton.  A very enjoyable read, which I recommend.

Book Description:
A Lady Shunned by All…

 Lady Viola Oberbrook only wanted to forget the ill-fated early morning duel that took the lives of two young, wealthy, promising men of the ton and sent her fleeing for her father’s country estate. Eight years later, she has her life in order: a fulfilling business, a few trusted friends, and no plans to return to London society. What she doesn’t expect is to come face to face with her past.
A Lord Betrayed by One…

Brock Spencer, Earl of Haversham, only wants vengeance. Recently returned from his military service to the King, his plans include repairing his family estate, finding a bride, and destroying the girl responsible for the untimely death of his twin brothers. What he doesn’t anticipate is falling in love with the only woman who should never be part of his future.

An Impossible Match, Destined to Be…



Hyde Park

April 1806

 8 years ago…

                   Viola clutched the handle of her pink parasol to her chest tightly in anticipation of the spectacle to come. Her gaze fixed on the two figures shrouded in the early morning fog of Hyde Park. The men, really only boys, began to count as they paced away from each other. Shiny, pearl-handled pistols positioned in their right hands were at the ready.

                   She clamped her lips tight to suppress the giggle that threatened to escape.

                   Who would have thought that she, Lady Viola Oberbrook, would have two men seeking her hand in marriage...and in the first week of her very first season, no less? That they were the twin sons of Lord Haversham was an even greater coup de grǎce for her. She’d be the envy of every debutante. The talk of the town. As well she should be! Her father was the Duke of Liperton, after all.

                   If only she’d found a way to get all of London here to witness the duel. She’d done what she could by leaving word with Mrs. Tenchard. The old gossipmonger was sure to spread the word more quickly than Vi could spend her monthly allowance at the milliner’s shop.

                   And Vi prided herself on her ability to spend her father’s money.

                   “Miss Viola, beg’n yer pardon, but it be wise to don ye wool kid gloves,” her lady’s maid, Sarah, whispered beside her.

                   “Shhhh,” Vi hissed in return, raising her hand for Sarah to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of what was to come. She would remember this for the rest of her existence. The day two men of the haute ton battled in her honor. She sighed.

                   The twins—Cody, with his hair cut longer than the current fashion permitted, and sporting a determined glint in his eye, and Winston, with his smartly trimmed blond hair falling respectfully above his collar—reached the required twenty-pace distance and turned.

                   Their pistols fired in unison. Vi’s heart soared. Her first duel...and certainly not her last, if she had anything to say in the matter.

                   The swift morning breeze pushed the smoke from the scene as both men dropped to the ground, soggy with morning dew. Shouts of urgency rang out in the air. Men rushed in to assist the twins.

                   A cold chill inched up her spine; her breath caught in her lungs.

                   Neither man moved.

                   A sharp inhale of breath sounded next to her, but Vi was hesitant to remove her attention from the scene as the pungent smell of a spent firearm reached her.

                   “Call Doc Durpentire. Post haste!” bellowed Mr. Rodney Swiftenberg. As a distant relative of the Havershams’, Swiftenberg stood as Cody’s second during the duel. Others, vaguely familiar, knelt over both fallen men.

                   The gossip rags would have much to write about this day. Vi could hardly wait to see her name in print. Maybe her father would increase her dowry, seeing as she would be in high demand by the day’s end.

                   “Miss,” Sarah called. “I think it best we be head’n home. Ye Pa is going to be right mad when he finds you snuck out and now these poor men be lying dead at ye very feet.”

                   “Surely you jest. They are simply play acting for my honor, I do suppose.” Viola eyed the two groups of men where they stood, their heads shaking in turn. One took his coat off and laid it gently over Cody’s still body. Vi’s glare snapped to Winston, where another man shook out a horse blanket. The thick, coarse material drifted on the morning breeze and settled on the second body.

                   She studied the scene in front of her. It had the potential to be ever so romantic. A story she would regale her grandchildren with. It was a shame neither twin was the first born and, therefore, unworthy of her hand. But she’d seen no reason to inform them of this minor issue and spoil her fun. They’d find out soon enough.

                   Slowly, the eyes of every person present settled on her. She took a step back at the harshness of their stares. Her chilled hand rose to cover her mouth. She wanted to tell them to avert their eyes; she was the daughter of a Duke. They need show the respect due her. None of these men held a title higher than Baron. How dare they look at her thus?

                   A tall, slender man carrying a large cloth bag rushed to Winston. She assumed this was Doc Durpentire. He would have both men patched up in no time. But with both Cody and Winston taking a bullet, their feud would not be resolved. Viola imagined what the pair would think up next to prove one deserved her hand over the other. Perhaps a curricle race through Mayfair District. She knew she would be able to convince Cody to let her ride along on the adventure. She could practically feel the wind against her face as the carriage took the corners at a high speed, shifting across the seat so that her soft body might come to rest against Cody’s hard one.

                   Imagine what the silly, empty-brained young females would think. They’d envy her further. An unbidden smile played across her lips.

                   The doctor drew the heavy blanket aside and his hands moved over Winston’s body. Then, they stilled. His head dropped forward. He spoke to the men around him, but Vi was too far to hear their conversation.

                   Rodney, hands shoved deep in his pockets, moved in her direction.

                   “Whatever is the matter with them?” she asked when he was close enough to hear.

                   “I think you should go, Lady Viola. This is not a scene any innocent maiden should witness,” Rodney replied. His blond hair was so much like Cody and Winston’s, but his attitude had always struck her as arrogant for a man with no title or wealth to speak of.

                   “Who are you to order me about?” Viola closed her parasol with a swift click and handed it to Sarah, her hands coming to rest on her rounded hips.

                   “It is not the time for this. My cousins...they are both dead.” Rodney paused. “I must alert my uncle to his misfortune.”

                   “You are mistaken.”

                   “I assure you, no mistakes have been made this day.” He abruptly turned, stalking back to the crowd gathering between the fallen men.

                   He must be jesting, Viola thought. She looked between the fallen pair again, their motionless bodies so at odds with the twins she’d come to know in recent days. The heat of exhilaration drained from her as a hand settled at her elbow. Viola felt the calloused fingertips through her thin morning cloak.

                   “We should be going, Miss.”

                   Vi shook Sarah’s imploring touch from her arm and tried to focus her gaze on something—anything—other than the lifeless men on the ground.

                   “Well,” Viola stated. “This was…” Dread clawed at her insides, and her spirit shattered as she stared at the two men lying prone and unmoving before her. “…unexpected.” Her entire life had been leading up to this moment—a life of societal demands and the rigors one had to follow to be accepted. A life that had just stopped, as quickly as those of the two men who now lay dead. Dead. She had murdered these men—the realization came at her all at once, even as her mind rebelled. Cody and Winston, the silly twins who had entertained her so, were no more. Yet, she continued to breathe. With each breath, standing in the chill of early morning in Hyde Park, she felt the obligations of her station, its standards and protocols too powerful for a seventeen-year-old girl to overcome.

                   She glanced around her for help, for someone to tell her what to do, but all focus was on the boys on the ground. Years of being taught how to behave hadn’t prepared her for anything like this.

                   “Miss, what should we do?”

                   “I suppose we should…” She cleared her throat. “I suppose it is time to start over.” She sensed, somehow, that starting over might be impossible.

                   “Start over, Miss?” Her maid’s dark brow pulled low over her eyes.

            Viola straightened her already impeccably postured back and forced her prized smile before continuing. “To find another suitor, you silly girl! This time, I intend to set my sights a bit higher.” She spun on her heels, determined not to stumble, to not falter before so many. She started back towards her carriage, moving through the men without meeting anyone’s eye,  feeling the weight of their stares as she passed. It didn’t matter. She had the evening’s entertainments to prepare for and an image to uphold—no matter the cost to her soul.

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 About the Author:

 Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since. Currently, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.
Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.



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