Monday, January 25, 2016

Happy 3rd Anniversary

It's Inner Goddess' 3rd Anniversary and all our friends are stopping by each day to drop off excerpts and prizes.  Stop by each day this week to see whose here!

Today's guests are Laurie Olerich, Tracy Kincaid, Lucy Felthouse and Sable Hunter (everyone gets a free ebook today!)

Darkness Calling
a Primani novel
by Laurie Olerich
 a Paranormal Romance

Thanks so much for inviting me to help celebrate your 3rd anniversary! It’s hard to believe it’s already been three years! I’ve put together a little something from one of my Primani Series books, “Darkness Calling.”

Giveaway:   a signed print copy of Broken Souls with an angel wing bookmark.


 Finally freed from a century in purgatory, Aisling just wants to raise her son and live as a normal human again--Her demon hunting days are over. But her taste of freedom is cut short when her past catches up with her. Cain is the one demon she couldn’t kill. One she couldn’t resist--didn’t--resist. Now he’s back to keep her on a short leash. When he threatens to take her son, she turns to the one man who can save them both. Sean.

Sean is sick and tired of his baby mama’s mood swings, and he’s seriously thinking of strangling her. But when a brutal old enemy shows up to destroy everyone Sean loves, he discovers Aisling is hiding more than her feelings for him.

Joining forces to protect their son, Sean and Aisling set out on a journey that leads them from the city streets of Manhattan to the elegant hotels of Vienna to the final terrifying showdown in the bowels of Rome.


“Are you okay with this?”

Sean’s deep voice thrummed across her neck. She stilled in the doorway so she could soak in his presence. He gave her space, but she could feel the heat from his chest against her back. He couldn’t help it any more than he could stop breathing. Primani just burned hotter than humans. He seemed to burn hotter than other Primani, but that was probably his arrogance projecting. The fact that he was supremely comfortable in his skin made him bold. He came at life as if it was his right. No hesitation. Hesitation led to death. She envied him that courage. Shaking off the maudlin thoughts, she eased closer until the fine hair on his arms tickled her shoulders and bit back to urge to purr.

“With sharing the room with you?” Oddly enough, this was the last vacant room.

“Not just the room. There’s only one bed, and I’m not sleeping on the marble floor no matter how squeamish you are.”

She already noticed the bed. It was impossible to miss. Draped with silver silk coverings and set high on a platform, it was the room’s centerpiece. Overflowing with velvet ruby and sapphire pillows, the bed all but demanded to be used well.

Turning to face him, she said, “It’s only one night. You don’t sleep naked, do you?”

Grinning wolfishly, he countered, “Oh, always. You?”


She shivered in the cool breeze despite his nearness. With a soft sound of concern, he cupped her shoulders, rubbing them briskly before trailing off to a lingering caress. “You’re cold.”

“No...” She lowered her gaze to his mouth. Her fingers curled in the soft cotton of his shirt, reeling him close. “I’m so far from cold right now.”

The gentle stroke slowed until only the pads of his thumbs moved over her skin. His eyes gleamed with a low fire as he searched hers. Her heart took off in a gallop.

“Is that so?” The husky question sent a swirl of desire curling into her belly.

She licked her lower lip, unconsciously inviting him to taste, hoping he’d dip his head and take her mouth. Part of her wanted this, part of her shrieked to run the other way. Without breaking his gaze, he curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and closed the distance between them. His chest brushed her breasts as he tightened his hold. Her pulse fluttered like a hummingbird.

“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want me to, tell me now.”

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Freeing Lost Souls
released 1/18/16
by Tracy Kincaid

Giveaway:  e-book of Changing Lives and e-book of Freeing Lost Souls

Sarah Finny is an artist who prides herself on being a free spirit. Her job sends her to Gettysburg, where she discovers a powerful connection to the legendary battlefield. While exploring the historical landmark, Sarah comes upon park guide, Bruce Wilks who has injured his leg. After offering to help him, Sarah develops an unexpected attraction toward Bruce, which threatens her heart as well as, her cherished nomadic way of life.
A powerful and mysterious entity brings them together hoping to enlist Sarah and Bruce in finding his own long-lost love and, thereby, freeing lost souls.
Book one in the The Family Tree Series.


  “Hi, I’m Sarah Finny. I believe Bruce Wilks called to set up a costume for me.”
She looks at her computer. As she searches for the order, I look around the shop at tons of Civil War props. God, I wish my dad were here to see all of this. I’ll have to send him a picture of our little group in our costumes. He will freak out when he sees it.
“Aw, here it is. Let me run in the back to get it. Be right back.” She goes into the back room while I browse. I hear the bell over the door ring, and I turn to see Bruce walk in.
“Hey, you,” he announces as he walks over to me and gives me a hug. The hugging is a new thing, but I’m fine with it. I would love to melt into his arms someday.
“Hi, I was just stopping by to get my costume. What are you up to?”
“Same as you. Figured I had a break from giving tours to swing by and pick up mine.”
“I thought you had your own.” I laugh.
“Well, actually I do. I think everyone who has grown up here has had several over the years, but I needed a new one. So I had Mary make me one.” He shrugs.
“Here you go, Sarah,” Mary states as she comes out of the back. “Oh, hey, Bruce, you here to pick yours up as well?”
“If it’s ready, I can take it. I was in the area.”
“Sure, give me a second,” Mary says as she lays my costume on the counter then goes off into the back again.
“So what are you up to now?” Bruce inquires me.
“I thought I would get some lunch. How about you?”
“Would you like to get some lunch together?”
“Sure, that would be great.”
Mary comes back to the front, holding a bag for Bruce. “You two need anything else?” she asks.
“No, I think we have everything we need. Thanks again, Mary. See you soon,” Bruce says.
“Nice to meet you, Sarah. Have fun this weekend.”
“Thanks, Mary.” 
After getting our costumes, we put them in our cars then walk to a little sandwich shop on the corner. We get a table outside since it’s such a nice day.
“So, what is it that we do at this reenactment?” I ask.
“You will be at one of the hospitals they have set up in town. You’ll be pretending to be a nurse. I’ll be in the Wheatfield, at least during the battle. We just do what they instruct us to do. It’s really easy, actually.”
“So who decided what we’re doing?” I ask because I find it strange that I’m to be a nurse.
“Actually, the Historical Society works with the genealogy people. If some of the re-enactors had family in the war, then they base their roles on that. For instance, since Edward Wilks was wounded in the Wheatfield, that is where I’ll be. You, on the other hand, are a woman, not that there is anything wrong with that.” He grins. “But since you had a nurse in the war, they thought the best place for you was the hospital.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“Those who didn’t have anyone in the war fill in where needed. It’s a whole production, really. I just do what they say.”
“It does sound interesting. I haven’t seen you around much. What have you been up to?” I ask.
“Tourist season. Why, you miss me?” he teases.
“Of course. I thought you were my own personal tour guide. I didn’t think I had to share you with anyone,” I tease back.
“How about I take you out before the craziness starts?”
“Sure, when?”
“That depends on what you’d like to do. Are you sick of the Civil War stuff yet? If so, we can go somewhere outside of town and catch a movie or dancing. Or we can stay in town and enjoy the festivities.”
“You dance?” I laugh.
“I’ve been known to cut a rug now and then.” He feigns being hurt.
“Well, I can’t dance worth a damn except what we were doing at the concert, but that really wasn’t dancing, so how about the stuff in town?”
“Sure, it’s actually not so bad. They have a festival that starts tonight. It’s your typical county fair type stuff, too much deep fried food, carnival rides, the whole nine yards.”
“Sounds like fun. So when are we going?” I wonder if that is how he sees it.
“I’m taking a few days off, so if you don’t have anything pressing tomorrow, we could go tonight.”
“It’s a date, then?” I wish, crossing my fingers like I used to do when I was a kid, hoping something would go my way.
“It’s a date if you want it to be. No pressure.” He looks at me and blushes.
“No worries. I was wondering when you were going to ask me out on a real date.”
“Really? I had no idea.” He smiles, showing those adorable dimples.
“I thought I gave you enough hints. Guess I’m out of practice.”

Excerpt from Eyes Wide Open
by Lucy Felthouse

Giveaway: Kindle copy of Stately Pleasures 

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.


His hot mouth was just as skillful between her legs as it had been on her neck, shoulder and lips, and not being able to see what he was doing served only to heighten the sensations. With an enthusiasm that told her he enjoyed being with women just as much as men, he ran his tongue the length of her slick seam, delving deep. Murmuring contentedly, which caused little tremors to run across her swollen labia and clit, he parted her pussy lips with what she guessed were his thumbs, and gave a long, slow lick, before pulling away and blowing on the wet skin.

Chills skated across Fiona’s entire body, and her pussy clenched. Christ, but he knew how to tease! And she couldn’t even encourage, plead or beg, because her mouth was otherwise occupied. It was obvious to her that the two of them had done this before. It was a tried and tested method, one that left the lucky woman they were sharing in a position where she had to lie back and take it. But Fiona was most definitely not thinking of England. In fact, she could barely think at all. She was being bombarded by all these feelings and sensations, and she was sure that the moment James’ tongue touched her clit, she’d be spiraling into an orgasm that she felt she’d been building toward for hours.

Apparently, she wasn’t going to find out if she was right. Not just yet, anyway. James moved his mouth away, and his thick fingers entered her pussy, probing and stretching, though she was so wet that he could have penetrated her with his cock with no trouble at all. She’d have accommodated him easily and, more than anything, that was what she desperately wanted at that moment in time. There was a cock in her mouth, jerking away and continuing to lace her taste buds with salty pre-cum, and she wanted one in her pussy, too.

Digging her nails into Logan’s pert buttocks, humming around his shaft and tilting her hips in one movement, she hoped to spur the two men to some kind of action. She was suspended on the very edge of climax, and her arousal was rapidly turning to frustration. She just wanted to come, just once, then they could carry on doing whatever they wanted. But the pressure that built and raged inside her wanted out, and fast.

Bucking her hips again, and clawing at Logan’s buttocks, Fiona now grunted around the invasion between her lips. Come on! she screamed silently. For Christ’s sake, make me fucking come!

Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Logan slowed his movements and let out a chuckle. “Seems we’ve got a little wildcat on our hands here, doesn’t it, mate?”

“It does,” came the reply. “She’s jerking against my face like she’s in a fucking rodeo or something. Think she wants to come?” He continued to finger-fuck her as he spoke, feeding more and more pleasure into her system, but just not quite enough to tip her over.

“I think she’d love to come,” Logan all but purred, pushing his cock deeper into her throat than he’d ventured before, making her fear for her gag reflex. But he was apparently a pro in that department, too, and didn’t go too far. “And you know what? I think she’s probably earned it, don’t you? Just one orgasm, to get her started.”

Get me started? Holy fuck, how long are these two planning to carry on for?

“All right,” James said amenably. Angling the tips of his fingers, he stroked and pressed at her G-spot, then took her clit between his lips and began sucking. Lightly at first, which fanned the embers of her climax and turned them into gently flickering flames. Then, satisfied that she was used to the sensation, he licked the aching bud, getting it plenty wet. Over and over he licked, before closing his lips around her again and sucking harder, increasing the pressure at the same time as he upped the speed with which he stimulated her G-spot.

The gently flickering flames grew higher, brighter, hotter, and Fiona sucked in shaky, hasty breaths through her nostrils as her chest heaved. She was hanging over the edge now, just the merest thread stopping her from plummeting into the abyss.

“She’s close,” James said, his voice husky, laden with his own arousal. “Really close.”

“Good,” Logan replied, his own voice a little shaky. “I am, too. I’m going to come between these sweet lips any second—” He stopped, let out a strangled sound. “Now!”

Fiona’s world tilted on its axis. At the same time as her mouth was being filled by hot cum, her own climax ripped through her with a sudden, unexpected force that left her wildly grabbing for air. Black spots danced before her eyes as her abdomen undulated, her core clutching and spasming around James’ fingers and the flames now an inferno that raged along every nerve ending, leaving her completely burnt out.

“Shiiit,” James said, apparently the only one of them capable of speech. “If that’s the way she starts, I can’t wait to see how she carries on.”

* * * *

A little while later, feeling brave, Fiona voiced something that had been playing on her mind. “You know…” She smiled, heat coming to her cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “I haven’t actually seen you two, um…together.

Both men glanced over to her, and Logan raised an eyebrow. “You mean, together together?”

Sure that he was deliberately winding her up, or trying to make her say the actual words, she refused to give him the satisfaction. “Yes. That’s precisely what I mean, and you know it.”

Mischief glinting in his eyes, he said, “Well, not that we need an excuse, but I’m game if James is.”

Simultaneously flicking their gazes to James, they watched as he rolled lazily onto his stomach, his lips curving up into a lascivious smile. His still-pink backside was on tempting display, welcoming Logan’s attentions. No verbal answer was necessary.

Logan reached for the lube, encouraged Fiona to swap places with him on the bed then moved in for the kill. He used plenty of the liquid to slicken up James’ rear hole, before positioning himself between James’ legs and pressing the meaty head of his cock against the puckered entrance. With a hiss, he pushed inside.

Fiona remained silent, her mouth and eyes wide as she observed the scene unfolding before her. Her right hand, seemingly on autopilot, crept between her legs. Finding herself slick and hot once more, she stroked her pussy and clit, tormenting and teasing herself slowly toward orgasm as James and Logan made sensual, passionate love.


Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Cowboy Heat
Hell Yeah! #1
by Sable Hunter


Start the Hell Yeah Series by Sable Hunter with Book 1 -
Cowboy Heat

Aron McCoy has sworn off women - except for sex. When Libby Fontaine arrives at Aron's Tebow Ranch, she is determined to cram a lifetime of living into a few short months. The doctor has told her that she can't count on her remission from leukemia being a permanent one. Their attraction to one another is instantaneous and overwhelming. But when Aron finds out that Libby is innocent - he backs off. He has nothing to offer a girl who deserves white lace and promises. Then Aron catches Libby pleasuring herself in his stock tank and hears her cry out his name - and the
heat is on.

*Content Warning: Contains explicit scenes and language. Intended for 18+ Audience

Cowboy Heat (Hell Yeah! Book 1)

Stepping closer to the table, he loudly proclaimed, “Tag!” As soon as the word had left Aron’s mouth, the younger men looked up at him in surprise. Isaac bit back a snort, and Jacob simply said, “Thank God.” Their brother had finally decided to come out of hiding. Libby wondered at the word that Aron shouted. Was this some type of fire drill or a weird game that they played? She could feel him looking at her, ‘God give me strength’, she prayed. Libby, as of yet, had not turned to face him fully. And he had to see her – now. “Turn around, baby. Let me see your face.” Confused, Libby did as he requested. Slowly. Uncertainty made her hesitate; but when she had made a complete 180, she heard him catch his breath and she raised her eyes. Aron. There was no way that she was going to hide the joy that she felt, so she didn’t try. Her smile lit up his world. His body began to instantly heat as if it had been graced by the warmth of the rising sun. Aron tried to move forward, but he was frozen; immobilized, entranced. Muscles that he hadn’t used in a while began to loosen, and before he knew it – Aron McCoy was smiling. My Lord, the woman had the cutest, sweetest face that he had ever laid eyes on. All he could focus on was pink, kissable lips. They were trembling ever so slightly. Aron felt the world tilt just a fraction, he wanted to follow that irresistible pull and enjoy the silky softness of that delectable mouth. He heard her let out a soft, sweet sigh. Memorizing her features, he let his eyes slide over the smooth curve of her cheek, the endearing turned up nose and cheekbones that begged to be traced with his tongue. When he met her gaze, Aron was surprised by the beautiful color of her eyes. They were huge, a deep dark violet, surrounded by smudgy dark lashes that made them look like amethysts nestled in velvet. Knowing she expected him to say something, he tried to get his brain to engage with his mouth. All he could manage was “Where did you come from?”

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  1. Happy 3rd Anniversary ladies!! =D

  2. Happy 3rd Blogiversary!!!

    All these book featured today sound really good.

  3. Wow! Happy 3rd Birthday! Here's to many more