Showing posts with label Hedon Falls. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Young and the Virginal

The Stylist, His Dom, and Their Dancer
Hedon Falls 4
By Michelle Graham
Stylist and salon owner Remy Alexander got a second chance at love when he found Seamus O’Connell, but the more time he spends with his daughter’s dance teacher, the more he wonders if there is room for another in his marriage.

As a result of a troubled past, Shay needs order and control in everything, from his work as a chef, to the bedroom he shares with his submissive husband. Remy’s idea to have a ménage relationship upsets the delicate balance Shay has created for himself, but he can’t deny his desire for the sexy dance instructor.

Nicole Collins is a good Catholic girl who pours all her energy into her work as a dance teacher. When she falls for Remy and Shay, they teach her about passion, submission, and love, but incur the wrath of her own father. Can Nicole find a way to hang on to everyone she loves, or will one relationship cost her the other?

 Guest Blog by Michelle Graham

I’ve noticed recently between blurbs I read and books I buy, that there seem to be a disproportionate number of virgins out there. According to an article on (which cites data from the Kinsey Institute) the average male loses his virginity at 16.9 years and females at 17.4 years old. Of course in erotic romance, all participants have to be at least 18, and Siren requires them to be 21 if it’s a ménage romance.

Do people actually make it to age 21 or beyond as virgins?

I’m going to guess that there are some out there (I had one cousin who made it to her wedding day at age 30!!!), but that they’re overrepresented in today’s books, just like characters with red hair.

So of course my upcoming book features a 23 year old virgin with red hair. *facepalm* But it’s part of who she is. Nicole Collins is the daughter of Irish immigrants who are devout Catholics. Those who are more religious would have a stronger reason for postponing their first time. In Nicole’s case, she’s also a World Champion Irish Dancer, and her single-minded focus on her career precluded any kind of romantic involvements.

Why do we love to read about virgins? For me, it’s partly for the same reason I read romance at all. Through books, we can experience that rush of first falling in love with someone all over again. And my first time was less than perfect, which I’m sure is true for a lot of people, so I like to have the fantasy of what it would have been like in different circumstances. When I got married, I found myself wishing that I’d saved myself for my husband and I think in books it’s nice to see that when the heroines finally do give it up, it’s with THE ONE (or two or three). Maybe the books are unrealistic, but it’s all about the fantasy, the what-ifs.

What do you think? Do you like reading stories with virgins or would you prefer your heroines to have a little more experience under their belts? Leave me a comment and you’ll be entered to win a delightful swag bag (US and Canada) or an ebook and $10 Strandbucks (International).

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Story Excerpt

The knife tapped against the cutting board as Shay mutilated the celery. When that was done, he turned to the peppers, reducing them to tiny bits in a matter of minutes. As he continued his preparations, he tried not to think about the dance teacher. Tried not to think about the supple strength of her legs as she moved. Tried not to think about the way her sports bra had clung to her breasts. Tried not to think about how hard he got watching her.

With a groan, Shay continued to take his anger out on the helpless produce. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and it scared him. He was a married man, but his husband seemed to share his attraction to the woman. He didn’t know what to do, and the uncertainty scared him. Everything in his life was in perfect order, from his kitchen, to his bedroom, to his goddamn tie collection. Where did Nicole fit in?

A movement on the other side of the island caught his attention and he looked up to see Remy sitting on one of the bar stools watching him.

“We need to talk,” Remy said.

“I don’t want to talk.” Shay scraped the chopped veggies into the pan on the stove, poured some wine over them, and then took a long swig from the bottle.

“Shay, I know you’re attracted to her. And I think she’s attracted to us too. Maybe we can invite her to join us.”

Shay choked on the wine. “What do you mean? A threesome?”

The sexy smile on Remy’s face said it all. Rage flared in Shay’s head. “How can you possibly suggest that?” His voice boomed through the kitchen and Remy blanched. “After what they—You know that there’s no way I could do it!”

Fear sliced through the rage, gripping Shay’s heart and squeezing as a memory flashed through his head. Pushing it back, Shay grabbed another pepper and started to chop it. He ignored Remy’s attempts to talk to him. Remy knew his history. He knew why a threesome would never work, but he had the nerve to suggest it anyway. He got some satisfaction picturing how red he planned to make Remy’s ass later.

“Fuck!” Shay cried as a burning pain lanced his fingertip and looking down, he saw he’d cut himself with the knife. “Goddamn it!” He thrust his hand under the tap and turned on the water. Fiery needles jabbed through the finger and up into his arm and he swore again, unable to keep back the tears now.

Remy appeared at his side with a towel and wrapped it around Shay’s finger before leading him to a stool. Unable to control his sobs, Shay buried his head against Remy’s shoulder and let the pain pour out. Remy stood silent until Shay was able to get himself under control. Remy’s ability to give Shay exactly what he needed made him the ideal mate, and that’s why the suggestion of a threesome took Shay by surprise. Shay lifted his head from Remy’s shoulder and wiped the last of the tears from his face.

“I’m good,” he said at last. “Sorry about that.” Shay glanced down at the towel to see it soaked with blood. “Shit. The bleeding isn’t stopping.”

“Okay, let’s get to the hospital, then,” Remy said. “I’ll get someone to watch Ainsley.”

Shay went to turn off the stove and grab another towel. In the background he heard Remy on the phone, and then he yelled for Ainsley to come downstairs. Remy explained what had happened and Ainsley ran over to hug Shay.

“Papa, are you going to be okay?”

His heart melted a little and he kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine sweetie. But I can’t finish supper, so do you want to order a pizza?”

“Yeah!” she cried. “Can I call?”


She skipped off to the drawer where they kept the take-out menus and began flipping through them. The front bell rang and Remy took off to the door. Checking for his wallet, Shay headed to the door, but stopped short when he saw Nicole standing there. He glared at Remy.

“Shay, are you all right?” she asked coming over to him. She looked down at the bloody towel and gasped. “Oh my God!” Her hand brushed his arm and an electric jolt raced through him, causing his cock to harden. Damn, Remy!

Remy avoided making eye contact with Shay as he escorted Nicole into the kitchen where Ainsley shrieked with delight. When Remy returned, he held the door for Shay and helped him into the car, even doing up his seatbelt. After sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the vehicle and pulled out into the street.

“That was sneaky,” Shay said finally.

Remy had the decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry. I just thought that if you got used to her being around, you might realize that she’s not like—”

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.”

Remy stayed silent the rest of the ride, while Shay thought about Nicole. There was no denying her beauty. Or his reaction to it. It had been years since he’d been with a woman. He missed the soft curves, the feel of breasts, the slick wetness of a pussy. Shit, now I’m hard again. In truth, the more he thought about Remy’s suggestion, the more he liked it, and it scared the crap out of him. He couldn’t imagine finding a sweeter woman, but he knew only too well that people could change when they got into the bedroom. And if she were going to be with them, she’d have to be submissive. He couldn’t be intimate with someone who wouldn’t follow his directions exactly.

When they reached the hospital, Shay still hadn’t figured anything out. He and Remy walked into the Emergency Department and quickly went through triage before being asked to sit in the waiting room. The silence stretched out uncomfortably, until Shay couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.”

With a gentle smile, Remy took his good hand. “I only brought it up because I saw how turned on you were from watching her. I thought…”

“She turns me on and I won’t pretend she doesn’t,” Shay said. “But asking her into our bed is a huge step, for all of us, and I don’t think I’m ready for it.”

Giving his hand a squeeze, Remy leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t say it had to be right away. Let’s spend some time getting to know her, letting her get to know us.”

Shay leaned his head against Remy’s. “You’re not just talking about a physical relationship here, are you?” Remy shook his head. “I’m not going to make any promises, but I’m willing to think about it and see where this goes.”

Shay’s heart fluttered when Remy’s lips brushed his, knowing that ultimately, he wouldn’t be able to resist his husband, or the gorgeous dancer.

Adult Excerpt

Remy stood and went into the bedroom. He bent over Nicole and began kiss her neck as he gently shook her shoulder. It wasn’t long before she stirred, and rolled over to look up at him.

“Hi,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

“Hi, yourself,” Remy replied, kissing her. “Shay and I are going to do a scene and we want you to watch so you see what he likes.”


“He told you he’s a Dom, right? This will help you understand BDSM better. Or at least, understand the way Shay likes to do things.”

“Oh. Okay, I guess.”

“Perfect! Just go sit in that chair in the corner.”

While Nicole got out of the bed and padded across the room to the chair, Remy pulled a small bench from a storage room beside the closet. Then he laid on it, face down, and waited.

“Remy, what are you—”

“If you’re going to watch, then you need to stay quiet.” Shay emerged from the bathroom, completely naked, and walked over to where Nicole sat. “Stand up and bend over.”

Remy jerked his head up. He wasn’t sure spanking Nicole right now was the best approach. “Shay, I don’t think—” A look from Shay was all it took for Remy’s mouth to go dry, and he stopped talking.

Nicole had stood and bent over the chair, her hands resting on the arms. Shay moved behind her and used his foot to nudge her feet further apart, so that her ass and pussy were fully exposed.

“I explained that I like to have control in the bedroom,” Shay said to her. “If you don’t follow my directions, you get punished. I’ll take it easy on you right now, but this is what you can expect if you’re going to be with us. And keep quiet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Remy could hear the tremor in her voice, but she was following Shay’s directions perfectly.

Shay brought his hand down on her ass, and she cried out softly. He ran his hand over the spot, rubbing the skin, and caressing her, before he hit her again on the other side. He alternated striking and rubbing the skin a few more times, and then he slipped his hand between her legs and slid two fingers into her pussy. That brought more moans from her.

“Very good, Nicole,” Shay said a few minutes later. “Now you can sit down again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Remy thought she had handled the spanking rather well for her first time. He knew Shay would have been gentle, but it could be upsetting for some people. He didn’t have time to think about it much more because then Shay was approaching the bench. Without a word, he bent down and began to secure Remy’s hands and ankles to cross bars on the bottom.

Remy lowered his head, and began to inhale and exhale deeply, trying to find that spot in his mind that allowed him to take Shay’s punishments and turn the pain into pleasure. He focused on his breathing, tuning out everything but the sensation of being bound. A moment later, he felt the bite of the flogger striking his back. Shay rained blows across his ass, upper thighs and shoulders, and though Remy grunted a few times, he stayed in that zone.

And then, to Remy’s surprise, Shay undid the restraints. “On your knees.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Remy stammered. This wasn’t the way their play usually ended, but he did as he was told and knelt on the ground beside the bench.

“Nicole, kneel beside him.”

“Yes, Sir.” A moment later, Nicole was on her knees beside Remy. Shay came to stand in front of them, his swollen member standing straight out in front of their faces, a tiny drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip.

“Remy, teach her how to suck to my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied with a smile. He grabbed Nicole’s head and kissed her, and then he guided her mouth to Shay’s dick. “Lick around the tip and up and down the shaft,” he instructed her.

She was tentative at first, and Remy leaned forward to help, each of them licking around the head and shaft. Their tongues would sometimes meet, and they’d kiss for a moment before continuing. Then Remy placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her, and began to suck Shay into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, but stopping after a moment to let Nicole try.

“Open wide and be careful with your teeth,” he told her, watching as she slid her mouth over Shay’s cock, slowly mimicking the bobbing motion Remy had used. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm, and soon was taking most of Shay’s impressive length into her mouth.

“Stop,” Shay said.

Nicole immediately stopped and pulled back from him. “Yes, Sir.”

When Remy saw Shay reach out and brush his fingers along Nicole’s cheek, his heart leapt. Despite his attempts to remain more aloof, Shay was falling hard for the pretty redhead. And Remy wanted this relationship to work more than anything.


Shay slipped off his pants and boxers, and deposited his clothes carefully into the laundry basket, taking Remy’s pant leg from where it hung over the edge and putting it all the way into the hamper. Remy couldn’t take his eyes away as Shay moved around the room, tidying up the few items of clutter, his naked body like a sculpture in motion. When he came to the bed and lifted the sheets to climb in, his eyes dropped to Remy’s cock, now standing fully erect, and he laughed.

“Did you see something you like?” Shay asked as he crawled into bed beside Remy.

“Your gorgeous ass.” Shay pulled Remy close, their lips pressing together. He loved the feel of Shay’s light stubble as their mouths slid against one another, and he moaned when his lover parted his lips and swept his tongue within. Remy could feel Shay’s erection pushing into his thigh and reached down to stroke the velvety shaft which was already dripping a tiny amount of pre-cum.

Shay grabbed Remy’s wrist. “Did I tell you to touch my cock?”

A thrill shot through Remy’s body at the low cadence to his lover’s voice that told him there would be consequences for the unrequested advance, and he released the cock in question. “No, Sir, you didn’t.”

Pulling Remy’s hands away and pinning them above his head, Shay leaned in close and said, “Then you need to be punished.”

“Yes, Sir.” Remy’s voice was breathless and he trembled as Shay released him, and then sat on the side of the bed.

Remy lay across his husband’s knees, his cock painfully hard and pressing into the side of Shay’s leg. When Shay brought his hand down, the slap echoed through the room along with Remy’s loud cry. The sting of the impact faded to a burning warmth, but Remy barely had time to savor the sensation before Shay spanked him again, and again, heightening the pleasure for both of them.

“Foot of the bed,” Shay ordered. After five years together, Remy knew exactly what was required of him. He moved to the end of the bed, bent over with his legs spread wide, and grasped the foot board. Shay knelt on the bed in front of Remy and began running the head of his cock over Remy’s lips. Remy was desperate to taste the sweet rod, but he knew if he tried, he’d earn another spanking, or possibly a taste of the flogger. Though the idea certainly had some appeal, Remy didn’t want to postpone the sex any more than necessary.

Shay teased for a few more moments, but Remy could sense that he was just as anxious to get to the main event, a feeling that was confirmed when he said, “Suck my cock.”

A contented sigh escaped as Remy opened his mouth to accept the hot flesh. The taste of pre-cum was tangy on his tongue, and he licked it all off the tip, then sealed his lips around the head. Remy lowered his head further on the silky skin, slowly taking all of the impressive length into his mouth, relaxing his throat easily. Shay had made sure he had lots of practice. Sucking hard, Remy began to bob his head up and down, spurred on by the other man’s groans, enjoying the knowledge that he could bring such pleasure to the man he loved. Remy would do anything to keep him happy.

As Shay began to leak more pre-cum, Remy sucked harder, knowing an orgasm was close, and longing to taste the hot fluid. But Shay pulled away from him and Remy groaned with frustration.

“Don’t worry, lover,” Shay murmured as he stroked the top of Remy’s head. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Remy turned his head up and they kissed again, before Shay got up off the bed. He opened the night stand and withdrew a bottle of lube and a package of wipes. Remy gasped as Shay dripped the cool lube onto his ass, and then began to massage it into the tight pucker of Remy’s asshole. Closing his eyes, Remy enjoyed the attention he received, relaxing to allow Shay to insert a long finger. The slow, loving strokes left him trembling. Shay added a second finger, and then a third.

“Oh God, Shay!” he exclaimed. “Please! I need you inside me.”

Shay slapped Remy’s already sensitive ass. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and not before. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Crazy with longing, Remy tried to contain himself, as Shay continued to finger his ass. Probably longer than he would have if Remy hadn’t spoken up. Sadistic bastard. But Remy knew that in the end, it would be worth the wait.


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What do you think? Do you like reading stories with virgins or would you prefer your heroines to have a little more experience under their belts? Leave me a comment and you’ll be entered to win a delightful swag bag (US and Canada) or an ebook and $10 Strandbucks (International).

Monday, May 20, 2013

Snippet Showcase #2: Michelle Graham and Laurie Roma (Giveaway)

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 Michelle Graham's Hedon Falls series

Landing the Big Ones, book 1:
When single mom Serena Keegan finally gives in to her son's pleas for a pet, they decide that fish are the perfect option for their apartment lifestyle. They quickly discover that they have a lot to learn about their aquatic friends. Thankfully, Dalton's Aquariums and More! is there to help. The owners, identical twins Lance and Liam Dalton, both find themselves attracted to her. They are eager to provide her with the assistance she needs, for the pets and for more…personal matters.

Serena’s past experience with men has been less than stellar, and she worries she and her son will end up hurt. Despite these fears, she finds herself falling for the sexy store owners, whose talents extend well beyond business. But Liam has a past he hasn't told her about, and when Serena finds out, it threatens their growing love.

The Art of Love, book 2:   Melanie Hynes owns the brand-new art gallery in Hedon Falls.
When she decides to make erotic art the theme of her opening
exhibition, she goes in search of artwork.

Justin Gauthier creates a unique blend of painting and
photography. Melanie finds his youth and vigor intoxicating. David Hannah can sculpt provocative pieces from ordinary materials. And Melanie discovers that he is very good with his hands. Garrett Anderson’s paintings of BDSM are shocking and arousing. When Melanie asks about the lifestyle, he teaches her.

Three men, each with their own distinct talents, and she falls hard and fast for all of them.

When David finds out she is seeing other men, he is hurt and
angry. Confused by her attraction to three men, she doesn’t know who to choose. Justin and Garrett show her the joys of sharing, and she thinks that may be the key to her dilemma. Can she convince David to consider a ménage?


“Melanie,” he murmured against her ear. “God, you feel so good.”
His hands roamed over her body, caressing and squeezing her.
“I missed you,” Melanie whispered.
He lifted his head to look into her eyes. “I wanted to hate you,” he
said. “I was so angry. But I can’t stop thinking about you. And I don’t
want to stay away anymore.”
“Then don’t,” she said.

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Laurie Roma's IAD series

Under Pressure, book 1:
Jason MacBain is the perfect agent. Tall, dark, and deadly, he is a man who lives by simple rules—kill the bad guys and protect the world. Closed off from his emotions, Jason has never believed in love and doesn’t need anyone. But all that changes the night he meets Bella Moretti…
Isabella Moretti is a famous chef struggling to reclaim her life after she survives a vicious attack. Moving back to Chicago to recover and be closer to her family, Bella meets Jason and is frightened by the passion he stirs inside her. But now that Jason has found Bella, he is determined to claim her as his. And when her stalker reappears, Jason is under pressure to gain her trust, find a way to keep her safe, and do whatever it takes to end the threat to her for good.
Bella is forced to trust Jason with her safety, but does she dare trust him with her heart?
A Siren Erotic Romance


Her screams stopped, turning into whimpers. Shudders wracked her body as she clawed her way from the dream back into reality. Bella’s breath came out in sharp gasps as she battled to force air into her lungs. She shoved the nightmare back, held onto the sound of his voice.


She could smell him, the spicy, sexy scent of him, close. Offering safety. Gripping the body that held her close, she clung to him and buried her face into his neck, just breathing him in.
Son of a bitch.
Nothing could ever compare to the sheer terror Jason had felt when he had snapped awake to the sound of Bella’s screams. Reacting instantly, he wound his arms around her flailing body and held tight. The devastating pain he heard being ripped from her was utterly petrifying. Never had he flinched in battle, always a cool steady hand in every combat situation he had been in. None of that shit mattered right now.
Jason was terrified.
Right now Jason was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and he was chilled to the bone. Her pain, her anguish had become his own. The glimpse into her nightmares had destroyed him. Soothing words spilled from his lips. Unknowing what he said, as long as they gave her comfort.
For fuck’s sake, get it together, man.
It was still night. In the darkness, Jason pulled her chilled body against him. Wrapping himself around her, he ran his hands down her back, trying to will her pain away. Bella burrowed into him.
“I’m okay…I’m okay…” she repeated over and over. She was fighting the tears, determined to regain control. Minutes faded as she finally calmed. Deep embarrassment swamped her.
Whispering “I’m sorry,” she tried to pull back, putting a hand on his chest to push away. Muscles flexed beneath her hand, and she found herself trapped underneath the large body of a very pissed-off male.
In the moonlight, she could see his face, fierce and savagely beautiful. “Never, never apologize to me for having a nightmare,” Jason snapped in a cold, commanding voice.
“I’m not finished.” His voice was as sharp as a knife. “I’ve things to say, and I will bloody well say them now. Never apologize for what that animal did to you. Let me be here for you, damn it. Don’t hide it from me. I will not accept you pulling away from me after that.”
He could hear the words that were spilling from his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to stop. Jesus, was he crazy?
He gulped in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his own frantic heartbeat. “Christ, I’m sorry. I’m being an ass again. I dinna mean to snap at you. I don’t deal well with being…scared. Just let me hold you, love. I need to hold you. Please just let me be here for you.”
Bella wound her arms around him as he rolled over to his side, pulling her into his secure embrace. His body was rock solid, pure muscle wasn’t that comfortable to lay on, but the immense warmth of his body helped chase the last of the chill out of her body. His leg trapped hers, and he curled up as if he were trying to shelter her with his very being. Her head rested over his heart, listening to the strong powerful beat calmed her more than anything she had ever known. One of his hands came up to stroke her hair, and the other remained wrapped around her middle like steel, holding her to him.
“Bloody hell that was a bad one, wasn’t it?” He could feel her nod.
Jason held her tight to him, wanting to absorb her into his own body where he could keep her safe. “Don’t ever hide from me, okay? We can get through this together. You just have to let me help you. I handled this badly, but just know I want to be here for you. Love, I need you to let me.”
Bella turned and pressed a kiss directly over his heart. He in turn kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. The heat of his body seeped in and melted the bitter cold she always felt when coming out of the nightmare. His protective embrace comforted her just like the reassurance given with his words. Time passed as she counted the beats of the strong heart beneath her head.
“Do you hear that?” His voice was soft, a deep rumbling of sound that touched her very soul.
She kissed his chest again. “What, your heart?”
“It beats for you now.”
Touched beyond belief, she felt hot tears slowly trickle out of her eyes to slide down to his chest. Her throat closed up, but she forced herself to give him the only thing back she could think of. “I heard you calling me,” she said softly. “You pulled me back, out of the nightmare. I just had to find you. I heard you, and I knew you would keep me safe. You…you make me feel safe.”
Jason felt his own eyes mist and closed them in defense. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Fuck, he loved her. Those words, so simple, so bravely spoken had torn down the last of his defenses. Bella’s eyes fluttered closed again, words slurring with exhaustion as she burrowed into his heat. “I need you. I hate needing you so much. Hold me until I sleep? Don’t let go, okay?”
“Never,” he vowed, pressing a kiss on the top of her precious head. “I’ll never let go.”
Bella was tight, so tight she fit him like a glove. Feeling her pussy grip down on his cock almost made him spill himself inside her, but he needed this to last. Holding himself still, he waited until he felt her body relax around him. No matter how many times they made love, Jason was always careful to go slow at the start. To feel out what her body told him. Every muscle in his body tightened as he held himself under control, careful not to hurt her.
“Touch me. Don’t stop touching me,” Bella pleaded.
“God, I am, love. I won’t stop. I can’t.”
He slowly pulled out of her tight pussy and then pushed back in, starting a slow sensuous ride while he placed soft kisses on her shoulder, making her moan. One big hand caressing her breast while the other stroked over her abdomen, holding her back against his hard chest. Whimpering in frustration, Bella tried to speed up the pace as Jason’s long thick cock continued to glide inside her wet warmth slowly.
“Easy, love. I’m too big. You have to relax more.” He turned her head to nip at her lush lower lip, and she jerked his head down to capture his mouth with hers.
Relaxing the muscles of her pussy over his cock, she tried to throw her hips back at him as forcefully as she could.
He hissed at the pressure and gripped her hip hard with his hand, trying to stop her. “Bloody hell, Bella, baby, we have to go slow—”
“No, not slow. Hard. I want to come. I’m so close, please, please.”
Jason’s hand went down to play across her clit, wanting her to come so he could stop worrying about hurting her. His body tight with need, he forced himself to continue his slow pace when everything inside him demanded that he fuck himself into her. He wanted to pound himself deep, so deep she would never get him out. He lightly pinched the small nub as he continued to push his cock slowly into her until he was wedged up to her cervix.
“Come then. Come for me, love. Let me feel you go over for me,” his deep voice rumbled.
She tried to fight it, but he was relentlessly playing her body like an instrument. His fingers continued to rub her clit, making her gasp. She tried once again to speed up the rhythm, causing Jason’s breath to hiss out in pleasure and frustration.
“Come, Bella. Don’t fight it, just let go. Dammit come for me. Come now.” Jason’s deep voice was tight with lust and was enough to spark Bella’s body into overdrive.
Her body burst.
Bella let out a keening cry as fire swept through her and flames of pleasure licked through her entire body. She came and exploded with passion, but still it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted, no, needed to feel him let go. She needed him to be with her, all the way.
Jason could feel the muscles of her tight pussy clench down on his cock, her shudders increasing the pressure until he swore his cock was being strangled in her tight sheath. He pushed his throbbing shaft deep as he rode out her orgasm, using small jabs and keeping pressure on her clit to heighten her pleasure.
He pulled out until only the head of his cock was lodged inside her and forged his was back inside her to the hilt, testing her readiness now. He could fuck her now, pump his hard cock inside her slick pussy in a hard pounding like he needed to now, but he forced himself to stop. That wasn’t what she needed, especially after last night’s nightmare.
She was slick with her own cream now, her body dripping with her desire, and his cock continued to slide inside her welcoming heat with a slow steady rhythm. His hand reached down and gripped her leg to hold her open for him. He slid his other hand over her breast, again pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers as he struggled not to spill himself yet.
Bella turned her head and her mouth sought his. She nipped and sucked at his tongue, driving him mad with pleasure. Bella felt the yearning growing again, building deep inside her, sharp and urgent. The feel of him inside her made her burn with passion, the need to feel him with her, more, always. Desire sparked and heated, turning the need into something she would die for.
She wanted more.
She wanted everything.
Bella set his body on fire, and the flames of need grew into a firestorm that threatened his control. The tip of his cock wept his arousal, throbbing with the urgent need to fuck into her welcoming body hard and fast. His body screamed for release, but still he held back.
“Bella, easy, love—”
Temper had Bella snapping, “I need you, Jason. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass. I need you. Hard. Now. Please fuck me.”
Jason stopped with his cock embedded deep within her. When he failed to move, Bella struggled, trying to get him to release her but unable to loosen his hold. “Bella. I don’t want to hurt you. Just let me love you.”
She let out a shriek of frustration. “Why can’t you see that you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break? Dammit, I don’t need your protection when we’re in bed. Either treat me like a woman or let me go.”
Already on edge, anger collided with raw desire in his system and had him growling. “Let you go? Never, baby, do you fucking hear me? Never. You want me to treat you like a woman? You are my woman.”
“Then prove it,” Bella snapped back.
Jason simply felt his tight control break. It was as if the imaginary shackles he had placed on himself had simply dissolved, leaving the wild beast free. He rolled her over onto her stomach, placing his muscled thighs between hers. He used his legs to spread her wide to accommodate his large body. The need burned white hot and demanded to be sated. He brought her hips up and back without dislodging his cock from inside her, and with a ragged breath he gritted out, “Jesus, love, hold on. Fuck, just hold on.” 

One Shot, book 2: 

Tara Toshi is a woman on the edge. Code name "T-rex," Tara is one of the elite agents of the IAD Agency, modern-day warriors tasked with taking down terrorists and keeping the world safe. She doesn’t believe that happily ever after exists for her, until her world collides with corporate tycoon Julian King.
Julian King is the owner of a multimillion dollar hotel empire and personally runs the Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. He is a man who rules his kingdom with an iron grip and knows that the house always wins. But when he meets agent Tara Toshi all bets are off. As a terrorist plot threatens his city, Julian realizes that he is also in jeopardy of losing his heart.
Passion explodes every time Tara and Julian come together, but can she risk taking this one shot at finding happiness and give her heart to a man she barely knows?
A Siren Erotic Romance


Music thumped a steady rhythm like a heartbeat.

The low throb of a Hayabusa motorcycle cut through the night as the rider pulled up in front of the club. The rider coasted the bike a few feet down past the valet stand, then shut it off with a flick of the wrist. A valet rushed forward, reaching out with a ticket in his hand. His eyes glazed over with anticipation as he looked at the bike. At least until he got a good view of the rider.

Then he lost his ability to speak.
Eyes turned from every direction as Tara took off her helmet and shook out her hair. She had on a long black wig, highlighting the China doll look she was going for tonight. Skillfully applied makeup made her look younger than she really was and accentuated her exotic features to a tee. Both the wig and makeup helped hide her real features. The darkness inside the club would also be a plus, helping to dissuade anyone from truly recognizing her.
At least the her she was right now.
She had dressed to be noticed, wanting people’s attention on the whole package she presented instead of why she was there. Dressed to kill in a tight, black strapless corset with red lace covering that had her boobs busting out of the top, tight black leather pants, and black knee-high boots, Tara was a walking wet dream.
Tara had spent the afternoon familiarizing herself with Ricardo Mendez and his organization. Not much was known about this up-and-coming drug lord besides he was pissing off his competition left and right. Tara had spoken to a DEA agent earlier who was an old friend. The DEA agent had given her what she hoped was useful information and she had made sure to dress the part. Ricardo Mendez, it seemed, had a taste for young women with a dominant streak…Asian women in particular.
Well, she’d give him what he wanted.
Tara purposefully arrived early, wanting to scope out the crowd and watch for Mikayla’s arrival. She hooked her helmet onto the bike then turned to the waiting valet, gifting him with a slow smile. “Could you do me a favor…please?” Tara’s voice purred out in with a hint of a Chinese accent.
“A…anything,” the valet stuttered out.
“Would you make sure my bike stays right here? I would worry about him otherwise.”
“Hmm…yes, I call my bike a him. I…ride him after all…don’t I?” She traced a finger seductively over the collar of his shirt, making him gulp.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered reverently. He tried to speak normally, then had to clear his throat before he tried again. “I will watch it…him for you. I will be right here waiting for you when you leave. I mean, it…it will be right here.”
“Thank you”—her eyes drifted down to his nametag—“Dennis.” She leaned in close to press a kiss to his cheek and heard him sigh as she walked away. Tara made her way back toward the entrance of the club with a slow swing of her hips, her steps confident and controlled. Her team was already in place inside and she was ready for the night to begin.
A noise chirped in the earpiece she wore and immediately slowed her step. “This is God to T-rex. Can you hear me?”
Tara smiled to herself as she heard Adrian’s voice in her ear. “God? Sugar, even you are stretching that one.”
Tara heard Rock’s amused reply over the comms. “He’s just pissed that he lost the toss for who gets stuck in the van.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Adrian replied. “Everyone is in place, T-rex. We’re a go.”
Tara saw her friend Mikayla pull up in front of the club in a flashy red sports car. The valet rushed forward to open the passenger door. “Lynx is here,” Tara murmured, knowing her team would hear her.
Mikayla swung long legs out. Taking the valet’s hand, she allowed him to help her out of the car. She had on a tight green dress with thin straps that stopped just this side of decent. Her thick gold bracelets and chain necklace seemed innocent enough, but Tara knew better. She had seen Mikayla use that gold chain around her neck to garrote someone a few months ago and those bracelets were very handy in a fight.
The gold rings on Mikayla’s fingers might look pretty but Tara knew that with a flick of the stone, a tiny needle would pop out of the band, holding a powerful drug that would take down a two-hundred-pound man in less than three seconds. Tara knew because she had a similar one on her own hand. All the women of IAD shopped together for their jewelry.
Both women were walking arsenals and no one would ever know it.
Time to go to work.


Tara moved a hand down to her pussy, touching herself. She wanted. After coming off a job, or mission, with adrenaline still pumping, the need to fuck was paramount. Her pussy was wet with her desire for him. Her body already providing the natural lubricant that would allow his massive erection to tunnel into her with ease. She stroked a finger over her tight little clit and barely held back a moan.
“I always go commando.” Her voice dropped into a husky, seductive tone.
His smile was tight with lust. “I’ve noticed.”
Standing there naked, legs braced apart, she looked like a goddess…or a warrior queen waiting for her subject to fall to his knees before her, and at this point he was precariously close to doing just that.
“Come play with me.”
Julian shot off the couch at her playful invitation. He was on her before she could blink. He savaged her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep in a mimicry of what he wanted to do with his cock. He tore at his own shirt, heard the sound of the material ripping but he didn’t give a damn.
“I need to touch you.” Julian growled against her throat as he dragged her to the floor.
“Then do it. Touch me, give it to me, give me what I want.”
Her back hit the carpet and she gasped as his mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking it deep. She moaned low in her throat when he used his teeth to pull at her piercing and her body arched as his fingers pushed deep inside her pussy.
“What is that? What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything, everything,” Julian swore.
Tara’s body went on sensory overload when his thumb stroked over her clit. He moved his mouth over to her other breast and sucked, flicking his tongue over the metal balls at the end of the piercing, driving her wild with need. Tara cried out his name as sharp waves of pleasure overcame her and she came, drenching his fingers with her release.
“Damn, you’re amazing. My little warrior.”
Julian’s deep voice sounded harsh against her skin as he worked his way back up to her mouth. She loved the endearment he whispered to her. It made her blood boil. “Come inside me, Julian.”
“My pleasure.”
Somehow he had managed to get rid of his pants and boxers so she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her leg. She hooked a leg around his and expertly reversed their position so she was on top of his body. Moving slightly, she aligned their bodies and she pushed down, taking most of him into her with one hard push.
“Dear god…” he gritted out through clenched teeth. The pleasure was so acute he thought his heart would stop.
Tara felt the erotic bite of pain as his huge cock sank into her tight pussy. She raised herself slightly and slammed down hard, engulfing his length over and over again, struggling to take all of him inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me. You’re so big, it feels amazing. More, give me more.” She reared back and her hands came up to play with her own nipples.
“Tara…baby…” Julian’s strangled voice came out, but he was lost in the overwhelming feeling of her tight pussy taking him in. “Remember, baby? It was so good when I got you all wet and slick with my cum. I know you loved it when I came inside you. Now take all of me. I know we can get it in. Open up, baby, and take all of me.”
His hips came off the floor to grind against her. He flexed and strained, his body thrusting up as she met his every stroke. He almost came when she did a wicked rotation with her hips and he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his cock the next time she impaled herself on him.
Tara was killing him with pleasure, but what a way to die.
She did the same thing the next time she came down on him, and he lost control. He flipped her over so she was underneath him again. Holding her head steady in his hands, he savaged her mouth as he pounded his aching length into her over and over again like a wild animal.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he bit out as he surged inside her.

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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction, post 3

Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction
May 12-18
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Welcome back to day 2 of our charity auction packages reveal.  All proceeds go to help cancer survivors rebuild their lives.  Thank you to all of the authors who donated, and to all of you who post links to the auction.   
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Bella Juarez

Bella Juarez is the author of the military romance series Black Ops Brotherhood. No one writes strong, smart women like Bella does! The military alpha men don't stand a chance when the women take aim at their hearts! And neither do the terrorists. What a great inspiration Bella makes as a Warrior Goddess.
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Bella Juarez is donating TWO packages to the auction:
1. an ecopy set of the first 5 novels in her Black Ops Brotherhood series: Rapid Dominance, Hostile Home Front, Dominant Deception, Tactical Error and Minefield
2. a print set of the first 3 novels in her Black Ops Brotherhood series: Rapid Dominance, Hostile Home Front, and Dominant Deception

Thank you, Bella Juarez!!!

Michelle Graham

 Michelle Graham writes the menage series Hedon Falls, where the reader enjoys falling in love again and again. Everyone deserves love and the wonderful lift it provides. What a great attitude to represent our new grip on life. We welcome Michelle to Warrior Goddesses.

Michelle Graham is donating TWO packages:
1. Name a character in her next novel
2. a signed copy of Landing the Big One and swag

Thank you, Michelle Graham!!!

 Lori King

ImageImageLori King is the author of menage series The Gray Pack and Apache Crossing. Her heroines are rebuilding their lives and finding love along the way. And who wouldn't surrounded by all that Alpha hotness. Welcome Lori to Warrior Goddesses!

Lori King is donating a signed copy of one of her novels--Winner's Choice!--, coffee mug, and tote bag.

Thank you, Lori King
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Sunday, April 7, 2013

I Got Knocked Down (But I Got Up Again)

by Michelle Graham

Like many writers, I tend to have a combination of extreme arrogance and harsh self-criticism. It may not seem like these two things can go together, but they frequently do. In my case, the self-criticism is usually the more dominant part of me. I am riddled by feelings of doubt and inadequacy. There are lots of writers out there who are better than me, who manage time and produce more than I do, who sell more books, write more blog posts, and on and on and on. When I sat down to write my first book, the process was filled with moments of second-guessing myself and thinking that I was wasting my time.

So when a publisher actually told me they were going to publish my book, my ego inflated like a balloon on a helium tank, and floated up into the sky. It was helped along by addition of more publishing contracts and more books released. The only problem with that? The helium leaked out and sent me plummeting to the ground. 

All of my books so far have been erotic romance, which I really enjoy. ;)  But I decided to take a chance and submit a novel in another genre to a different publisher. And I got a rejection, but that didn’t really phase me. It was one of the bigger companies and I fully expected it. So I submitted to someone else, and was thrilled to get another contract. 

I’ve been anxiously awaiting the edits for this book, and in the meantime have spread the word far and wide that I’m going to have a book published (it’s mainstream so no need to hide behind a pen name on that one). And the arrogance took over and I was convinced I was hot shit.
Then the edits arrived. Talk about bursting my balloon. 

I know an editor’s job is to take a book and make it the best it can be. I’ve been through the process before, but it’s never been that big a deal. I know they have to point out the flaws in order to make it better. Unfortunately, this one tackled me from behind and pushed my face into a sea of criticism. And most of it was extraordinarily harsh (for example, “This is dull and uninteresting.” That comment came up a lot). The book was so bad that it needed to be “ripped down and rewritten”.
Needless to say, I spent the evening curled in the fetal position, sobbing and feeling like I’d been dropped from a building. My arrogance disappeared in a flash, my confidence shaken so badly, that every time an idea came to me, I was immediately questioning it’s validity and viability. 

Thankfully, I had the support of some wonderful people (my hubby and my Siren sisters), and I was able to pick myself up again. Slowly. But I’m getting there. With the help of a few good suggestions from the publisher, and a bunch of scribbles in a notebook, I managed to work out a new plan for the rewrites. I’ve made huge strides with it over the past few days, and no longer feel like crawling behind the couch and hiding for days. 

I’ve learned a couple of lessons. The first is that it’s important to keep the balance between the arrogance and the self-criticism. I’m not hot shit, or the next mega-bestseller. But my ideas have worth, and if I take the time and the effort to get them down on paper, someone will want to read them. I have enough publishing contracts to prove that, even if I’m not making millions. The second lesson is that there will always be critics, people who will make you feel more worthless than a bag of doggy doo. But if you let them get to you, and give up, you’re giving them power they don’t deserve. If they knock you down, get the hell up! Put on your big girl panties and prove them wrong. It will take persistence and dedication, and it’ll be a lot of frickin’ work.
But you are worth it.

Author Bio

Michelle Graham is an erotic romance writer for Siren Publishing. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her hubby, two kids, and a kitty. She enjoys doing research for her books (as does her hubby), and getting paid to have a dirty mind, and hopes one day to write about naughty things full time. 

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Book Blurb

Training the Help: Hedon Falls 3 coming April 27th

Unemployed and running out of resources, Sophie LaPlante is desperate for a job, when the perfect one appears before her. A wealthy couple from Hedon Falls requires a live-in housekeeper, and Sophie is just what they’re looking for.

Jack Sullivan, a powerful CEO and Dom, is married to actress Kendra Hughes.  He immediately senses submissive tendencies in his new housekeeper. His wife can never be the sub he needs, so while Kendra is away on a film shoot, he begins to train Sophie. When Kendra returns, she joins the training to explore her own Dominant desires. While their sessions were not intended to involve sex, they find themselves fighting a losing battle against their mutual attraction.

The three of them are caught up in a web of lust, guilt, and infidelity, all complicated by an ex-boyfriend who can’t leave Sophie alone.

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