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!
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.”
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?
And that's not all, folks!
We have 24 author snippets--one for each month we've been blogging!
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