Thanks to all who left comments. I’m so excited to see how well Rooted in Danger is doing in the Nook Store (it was #6 in Romantic Suspense) that I’m giving away more than one copy of When Danger Calls.
If the following winners will email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and let me know what format (Kindle, Nook, Smashwords), I’ll get your gifts off to you.
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Here it is, a sneak peak from book three in The Adventures of Star Lite series. This one is titled Awaken the Fire, so it’s only fitting to start with a hot excerpt. Star and Adam are far apart and are engaging in a little cyber sex. Enjoy, and thank you for joining me at the party today. Good luck to everyone; I hope you win fabulous goodies!
“How are negotiations with the Vigilar coming?” Star asked.
“I have a meeting with them tomorrow. I’m seeing Maurice, the head honcho, and several other members of the council. Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need luck, you’ve got magic, and you’re smart as a whip. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to get what you want. You won’t forget to mention my requests in your meeting, will you?”
“I’ve got them on my list.”
“Tell me what else is on your list.”
“I’d rather you tell me what you’re wearing right now.”
Heat crept along Star’s spine at the husky timbre in his tone. Just like that, the sound of his voice sent her mind spinning to a decadent place, and she felt moisture form between her legs.
“I will, in a minute. You heard Zander, business first.”
“All right. Item one, you are free to come and go as you please. They will be allowed to study you only at times that are convenient for you, and you won’t be held against your will. Now, tell me more about what you’re going to do to me when I’m on the floor.”
“I’m going to straddle you and pin your arms to your sides with my knees. What’s next on your list?” Star squirmed in her chair as an image of Adam struggling beneath her filled her mind.
“If they want to administer drugs, potions or whatnot, or any magic they want to perform, they have to clear it through Tristan first.”
“Tristan?” Star was surprised to hear Adam mention her instructor. Though the three of them had recently joined together in a powerful sexual ménage, Star knew Adam didn’t entirely trust the man.
“He knows his magic and his potions, and he wants what’s best for you. What happens next, after you have me pinned and helpless?”
In addition to lust, Star heard tenderness in his voice. He really did care for her, and was looking out for her best interests. Adam was acquainted with Tristan and knew his intense sexual nature. The fact that Tristan had attempted to seduce Star in a roundabout way did not sit well with Adam, but the three of them had sorted that out and come to an understanding. That he was now willing to work with Tristan was a good sign.
“I take off your shirt and undo your pants.”
“You might have a weapon hidden. Next item on your list.” Her breath was coming faster now. The air in the room seemed heavy and she could almost smell the tantalising musky scent he emitted when he was aroused. She wriggled again, trying to find a comfortable position. Her nipples had tightened almost to the point of pain, and she rubbed her hand across them to relieve the ache.
“They will allow those with magic to practise freely, as long as they don’t call attention to themselves or hurt others. Go on, what happens next?” Adam said, his voice thick with desire.
“I search you for weapons. A very thorough search. I have to check between your legs, in all the crevices, to make sure you don’t have anything concealed. Next item.” Sopping wet now, Star slid one hand down the front of her pants.
“They provide instructors for those coming into their magic. Star, I don’t want to talk about that anymore. I want you to tell me what happens next, with you and me on the ground.”
“I wrap my hand around your cock and squeeze. Hard. You have something I want, and I have to coerce you to give it to me.”
A moan let her know Adam was as hot as she was. She stroked her wet lips and circled her clit with one finger, as she gripped the handset with her other, sweaty hand.
“What do I have that you want?”
“A cock that fits inside me just right,” she breathed, rather surprised at her own boldness.
“You’ve worn down my defences. I can’t hold you off any longer.” Star knew by his voice, he had his own hand holding his shaft and was stroking it. Could he tell where her fingers danced?
“Victory is mine! I mount you and slide your cock inside my wet cunt.”
“It is wet, isn’t it? Put the mouthpiece between your legs and let me hear you playing with yourself.”
Star did as instructed for several moments, then brought the handset back up to her ear.
“I’m ready to come, how about you?” she asked, her voice tight with need.
“You go first. I want to listen and enjoy every second,” Adam said.
“I have to be quiet…” Star moaned and thrust her pelvis forward in the chair, nearly falling off with the force of her orgasm. On the other end of the line, she heard Adam gasp her name, then moan.
They both breathed deeply together for another moment, neither one speaking.
“It’s better when you’re here,” Adam said.
“I know, I…” Static suddenly filled the line, and he was gone. With a sigh, Star closed her eyes and pictured Adam the last time she’d seen him, with a smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. He’d sent her to this planet to avoid having the Vigilar, a powerful group who monitored magicians, snatch her away to become a lab rat.
She’d discovered she possessed a unique power—
Coming in mid June from Total-E-Bound
By NASA Goddard Laboratory for Atmospheres [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
I decided to start out this book with a sizzling scene and purposely did not mention any names, to give it a hint of mystery. I hope you enjoy this excerpt. Stay tuned, I’m putting together one more for this evening, from book three in the series.
The woman lay panting, sweat glistening on her skin, the sun highlighting the pink streaks she’d painted in her pubic hair. He observed the slightly reddened places on her body where he’d bitten her, and he smiled. Damn, he loved pale, ivory skin. His marks showed so well. She had small breasts, but her nipples were large and formed deliciously taut, hard peaks, which now stood rigid, captured in a pair of his favourite clamps. Not too tight, just enough to apply a bit of pressure.
Those peaks were what had initially caught his attention about this woman. He’d seen her at the club, wearing a dress that plunged almost to her navel. A gold chain ran from one breast to the other, with a sparkling charm dangling from the centre. Intrigued, he’d asked her about this curious piece of jewellery. She’d told him it was a set of non-piercing nipple rings and asked if he’d like to see it. He had.
Now they were back at her home, those fabulous nipples his to enjoy. Since she was blindfolded, he could perform a little magic, quietly speaking a new spell he was testing. To his delight, it appeared to work. She writhed on the bed, thrusting her pelvis up.
“Baby, I’m hot, really, really hot. Stick your cock in me, or your fingers, or something. Damn!”
She was tied up, her wrists bound with a scarf to the bedpost. He didn’t doubt that if her hands were free, she would be touching herself right now. He stood at the side of the bed and ran his hands over her body, tugging on the nipple clamps. He folded a pillow in half and shoved it under her ass, then placed his hand on her pussy, palm covering her mons. He stroked the hair, pulling it lightly. He enjoyed watching a woman undress, to see if she kept her bush intact, or shaved it. He had no particular preference—they all looked lovely to him. Pink hair was something different—he hoped it wouldn’t rub off on his skin.
As he parted her outer lips, he touched her glistening clit, ever so lightly. It stood as pointy as her nipples, pink and glistening. Running his index finger between her inner folds, he wet the digit with her juices and rubbed her clit, increasing the pressure only minimally.
She whimpered her frustration.
“Come on, I’m ready! Grab a condom from the table there and fuck me. What are you waiting for?”
He stroked his cock with his other hand. Part of the fun of these experiments was to test his own stamina and see how long he could keep himself in a state of arousal. Slowly, slowly, he inserted one finger, murmuring the incantation again. Yes, definitely hotter. How glorious it would feel when he plunged inside her! With one more recitation, the temperature increased again. Sweat rolled off her body, drenching the sheets. He could smell her musky scent mixed with her perfume, something flowery, not really to his liking. He much preferred the natural smell of arousal.
Unable to resist any longer, he bent down and licked her, sticking his tongue deep inside.
“Sweet mother of… Fuck me right now!”
He slid a condom on his cock, then thrust it in, moaning as her heat enveloped him. He held this position, enjoying the energy of their two bodies connecting.
She howled and bucked, straining against the silk scarves. There may be marks there too, he thought fleetingly. Then her cunt clamped down on his cock and his sole focus was diverted to that spot and the superb feeling of wet, hot woman. He moved, long slow strokes to start, increasing the tempo in time with the pounding of her hips.
He ran his thumb over her nub, harder this time. She came with a loud moan and wrapped her legs around his body, her hands gripping the slats of the headboard. He stopped his movements for a moment, wanting to intensify the heat, but lust overcame him and he held her thighs and thrust till he yelled his own release.
Side by side, they lay in silence, the woman smoking a cigarette and blowing lazy smoke rings.
“Wow, that was awesome, baby. I was on fire. I’ve never been that hot before. Did you do something to me?”
Into the Magic
Adventurous erotic romance to tickle your fancy and unleash your libido
Evening, everyone! So glad you’ve stopped by to join in the party today ~ isn’t it great to read about all these new releases?? My last excerpt today will be a sneak peek at the first time Sophie and Lucas are alone together – and I mean really alone together Enjoy!
“Want something to drink? Water?”
Sophie shook her head.
He set the glasses down on the counter. “What?”
“Come over here and kiss me.”
His smile crooked. “Or what?”
She took two steps toward the kitchen, and he took one toward the living room, and they met in the middle. “Or I’m going to go crazy.”
He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead.
Sophie closed her eyes, waiting for the slow, inevitable slip of his mouth down her neck. To her curve of her collarbone. Maybe lower.
“There you go,” he said. His hands went away.
Her eyes flew open. “That’s it?”
“You said you wanted a kiss.”
Her fists landed on her hips. “Ha ha. Funny guy. So funny, in fact, I think I’m gonna recommend that comedy special you were talking about to Lon. He’s looking for a new show, you know. Maybe you’re the next big thing.”
Lucas swung her off the ground. Her arms went around his neck and her mouth ended up a fraction of an inch below his. “Maybe I am.” He kissed her again, this time not on the forehead. And not sweetly. “What do you think?”
But she couldn’t answer, couldn’t think of anything at all except his tongue teasing hers, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist and holding on like she’d never held onto a man in her life. Fire sizzled up her spine, and the air in the room went hot. Her hands–God, her hands couldn’t get enough of him. They wanted to be everywhere, in his hair and on his face and unbuttoning that damn shirt and taking off her own dress that was so in the way right now…
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Another Night, Another Planet
a 1Night Stand / Elatia story
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
Coming Soon to Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers.
Ava hit send on her application to the 1Night Stand dating service. No time to wait for a reply. She shoved her tablet computer into her carry-on, slung the bag over her shoulder, and rushed out the door. With the Star Spirit scheduled to leave Earth in two hours, she had to zip through town to clock in before liftoff. She hoped Madame Eve would find her perfect match during her six-month tour.
Sure, she’d met many men in her travels between the Milky Way and the Belvarian System. But most looked down their noses or other appendages at the woman who cleaned their room. Those who showed an interest wanted a quick fuck before sending her away with their trash and dirty sheets.
She longed to find a guy to wine-and-dine her, to share conversation rather than a roll in the hay. Not that she’d complain about having sex with the guy Madame Eve chose for her during their guaranteed one night together. But she wanted to leave the date satisfied, mentally and physically.
Buzzing through the heavy traffic on her hover bike, Ava reached the spaceport in record time. Perfect. She found a parking locker in the cold, dank underground lot to squeeze her bike into then dashed toward security. If she could pick up a faint signal, maybe she would have a chance to check her email one last time before takeoff. Unlike the guests on board, she couldn’t afford to connect her tablet to the wireless system on a mother traveler, not since she’d paid for her one-night stand. She used her once-a-week video call to speak with her mom and dad.
Raised by middle-class parents she’d had little chance of furthering her education past what the government paid for. When her father had received a pink slip from his employer of twenty star cycles, any hope she’d held onto of going to college flew out the window. Without an advanced degree, she found nothing but meaningless jobs paying her less than the effort she put into them.
Bags checked, Ava dashed down the plain white corridors of the employee level, pausing for the vacuum seals to release on doors along the way, until she reached her room for the duration of her stay. After thumbing the security pad to open the door, she crashed on the bed to the left, the right one belonging to Michelle, her best friend, who had convinced her to apply to housekeeping aboard Star Spirit. They interviewed together, starting space training the very next day.
Four star cycles later, she enjoyed a quick moment to rest before venturing out on her seventh tour. Though she didn’t have much of a life traveling through space, she received better pay than she would find anywhere on Earth. Providing her basic needs of food and shelter while on-board, the owners of the ship also compensated her well enough to split her earnings between her parents and her savings account when she returned home. She couldn’t let the people who had raised her suffer because she’d found an opportunity they hadn’t.
Yanking her tablet from her bag, she flicked it on, connecting to the Internet. Finding a faint signal, she logged onto her email account, praying her application went through. She scanned her new messages, deleting game requests, jokes from her friends, and e-flyers as she went. There, at the very bottom of the list, sat a message from Madame Eve.
She clicked it open, her heart hammering in her chest as she read.
Thank you for your application to 1Night Stand. I will do my best to find a man who will meet your desires. Your scheduling circumstances have been noted. As soon as your date has been arranged, I will let you know.
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Since the Blackthorne, Inc. teams are covert ops field agents, and since the book has been ranked high in the ‘action-adventure’ sub-genre, I thought I’d close with an action scene.
I’ll check back around 7 PM my time, which is Mountain and choose and post winners.
He snapped awake when he heard a loud boom, followed by equally loud, “Oh shit,” from the pilot over the PA.
He had his seatbelt unfastened before he heard Hotshot call, “Fozzie, up front. Now.”
“On it.” Fozzie rushed forward. The right side of the sky glowed through the porthole. The plane tipped in that direction, and he grabbed the nearest seatback to keep his balance. He felt the plane losing airspeed.
“Bad Thing. Number two engine,” Cheese said. “Need some help.”
Fozzie slid into the second seat and slapped on a headset. The plane yawed more toward the right. The red master warning light came on. In too-rapid succession, the displays showed systems shutting down.
“We’re flying heavy,” Cheese said. “We need both engines or we’ll have to go down.”
Ditching was definitely not an option. Fozzie knew they carried extra fuel to cover the distance. Any delays might cost Grinch his life. But now, Fozzie was more focused on his own.
“Shut off the damn buzzers,” Cheese said. “Can you get a visual on the engine? See anything?”
Fozzie glanced out of the cockpit seeing individual blades where there should have been a blur of propellers. “No obvious damage.”
Cheese grabbed the lever beside the throttle. Fozzie watched the angle of the propeller blades shift as the pilot feathered them to reduce drag.
“Trying a restart,” Cheese said.
“No worries,” Fozzie said, sweat filming his palms.
Cheese flipped the starter switch. Nothing.
Lots of worries.
“Okay, let’s go to plan B,” Cheese said. “Restart protocol. Book’s behind my seat.”
Fozzie snagged the notebook. Quickly flipped to the emergency section. Read each step aloud. Focused on Cheese’s “Rogers.”
“Need more airspeed,” Cheese said. “Watch the N1 indicator and tell me as soon as it hits twelve.”
Fozzie glued his gaze to the small circular gauge. Instead of a healthy ninety-five, the needle hovered at the four percent mark.
“Hang tight,” Cheese announced. “We’re going to play roller coaster. The E-ticket kind.”
Fozzie tightened his harness as Cheese tilted the plane’s nose down. He concentrated on keeping his breathing steady as his stomach plunged. He watched the needle creep across the dial. Six. Eight. Ten. Eleven.
“Now,” he said as soon as it hit twelve.
Cheese pushed up on the fuel condition lever.
Fozzie heard the engine whine as it came back to life. Outside, the propellers shifted angle and picked up speed. He fought the increasing g-forces and his stomach did a reverse trip as Cheese pulled out of the dive and brought the plane to altitude.
After several reverent moments contemplating the familiar sounds and vibrations of normal flight, Fozzie turned to Cheese and slipped the notebook back into its pocket. “Good onya, mate.”
“Would rather not have to do it again,” Cheese said, rubbing his thigh. “Man, keeping her steady is a bitch on the quads.” Sweat trickled down his face. He ran his fingers over the instrument panel as if stroking a lover. “That’s my girl.”
“Everyone all right?” Fozzie asked, twisting in his seat. He caught a glimpse of Manny disappearing into the loo.
“What the hell happened?” Hotshot asked.
“Engine indigestion,” Cheese said. “My best guess is we picked up some volcanic debris.”
“Volcanoes?” Fozzie said. He hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to the news over the past week, but he thought he’d have noticed any headlines about an eruption. Then again, who knew what the folks in Aspen Corners or Twin Falls considered newsworthy.
The police assure assault victim Elizabeth Driscoll that the suspects behind the one-way glass cannot see her. They’re wrong.
I hope you enjoy this glimpse of THE GUARDIAN’S ANGEL:
His mouth opened, then clamped shut again. A taut muscle kicked at his jawline, the small spasm visible even under the week’s rough growth of beard. Slowly he looked back to the girl behind the one-way glass, the girl who stared back at him in fascination and fear, her eyes wide, her breath slightly fogging the glass. Heart slamming against his ribs, he shook his head and crossed his arms defensively across his chest.
Even so, they trembled. *
* copyright by Lorrie Farrelly
Thanks to everyone who participated in TRS’s Release Party today. There are incredible authors celebrating their new releases today and I’ve certainly added some books to my TBR list – I hope you have too!
Mother’s Day is this Sunday & I want to wish all the Mom’s on this loop a happy, family-filled day.
My mom’s flying in from Trinidad tomorrow and I’m so looking forward to seeing her. I just wish all my sons were going to be with us, but events and jobs have two of my three boys on the West Coast. Sigh.
For those of you whose moms have passed on – get out an old picture album, relive great memories, and celebrate your mother’s time on this earth. Life is too short not to grab every moment, delicious or not.
I thought I’d end with my the recipe for mom’s favorite pancakes (it’s actually my Dutch Mother-in-Law’s recipe, but my mom loves it too):
1 cup flour (I use whole wheat – his mom thinks it’s a sacrilege)
1/3 cup white sugar
1 cup beer, room temperature
3 egg yolks
4 egg whites at room temperature
1 small lemon, juice and grated peel
1/3 cup brown sugar
2 tsp. cinnamon
3 tbsp. Unsalted butter
Whipped cream sweetened with icing sugar
1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
2. Mix the flour, 1 tbsp. of sugar and the salt. Add the beer and mix until very smooth. Beat in yolks one at a time.
3. Beat egg whites with 1tbsp of sugar until the peaks are soft and shiny.
4. Fold into flour mixture.
5. Peel, core, and slice apples into 1/3” slices. Coat apples with lemon juice.
6. Combine remaining white and brown sugar, cinnamon, and lemon peel. Place 3 tbsp. of mixture and apples in a ziplock bag and shake well.
7. Melt butter and oil and coat a 9” pie plate and then pour 1/2 flour mixture and cover with apples. Top the apples with the rest of the mixture.
8. Bake until golden brown – approximately 1 hour. Loosen pancake from pan and slide onto a plate. Garnish with remaining cinnamon mixture and place a dollop of whipped cream on top.
It’s really delicious and a great way to start a Sunday and even better on Mother’s Day!
Don’t forget I’ll be announcing the winners to my contest on Monday, May 13 on my website, Facebook Author Page, and on Twitter. Winners have 5 days to contact me after that.
Take care and have a fantastic Mother’s Day!
Here’s what one reviewer has to say about Vengeance Hammer:
Midnight Attic Reader:
All three brothers and their wives are reunited for this last adventure, and it was great to see all of them together. Xara, rendered mute by a witch, is slow to reveal her secrets to Dráddør, but Dráddør has secrets of his own and I thought it was great to see those few moments of vulnerability, making him a much more complicated and engaging character. The epilogue includes a little glimpse into all three brothers’ happily ever after. Great series!!
Here’s a short excerpt from Vengeance Hammer:
Xára could not lift a finger. She sprawled over Dráddør all limp and boneless. Never could she have imagined such sheer ecstasy. Had the chamber warmed? Or did the heat come from within her?
She had never been so aware of her woman parts. They pulsed and vibrated and fisted around his thick shaft buried deep inside her. She had touched him. There. ’Twas all so surprising, this intimacy ′tween them, his fingers, his mouth. Was all allowed? Cert, it seemed too wicked to be right.
He trailed a finger up her spine. The gentle caress sent tingles to parts not connected. Her nipples hardened, the nub ’tween her legs ached, and she yearned to rub against him.
“Wife now you are in all aspects.” He nuzzled her neck. “Know you how bairns are made?”
A wash of fire blazed through her and she knew a hot pink color dusted every piece of her skin. She peered up at him. Blinked away the embarrassment and wrote, ’Tis what we just did?
Distracted by the golden hair around his male nipples, she studied the tight peaks, the circle of color around his and then looked at hers. Why were hers pink and his brown?
“Aye. A bairn catches when I spill my seed inside you.” He flicked a finger at the tip of her nose. “Why is Evie so concerned about bairns?”
Mouth pursed, she traced. She is lonely. The keep’s children fear her.
“Know all of Lady Jennie’s tryst with Ard Greimme?”
War braids suited him, Xára decided. He had a wealth of long, wavy golden locks and the four thin plaits at his temples seemed to draw his cheekbones taut. She liked the way he focused on her fingers when she wrote the letters on his chest. They suspect somewhat is amiss.
He outlined her lips with his thumb. “Methinks on the morrow, I must needs speak with your mother. She must have been bereft when Arnfinn sent you to the abbey.”
Dare she tell him? Would he reject her when he found out the whole truth? In a short time she had come to love him and he seemed to care for her. Could she be content with his affection and not his heart when she had given hers?
“Nyssa will insist on healing you.”
She circled her hand around her neck and shook her head.
“Aye. I have asked her to try. Thrice now I have heard you make sounds. What harm can it do, Xára?” He pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and nipped the lobe of her ear.
She waved a finger at him. Do not distract me.
He chortled and the tiny creases at the corners of his eyes deepened. “’Tis my duty to keep a smile on your face, mit sváss. ’Tis amusing and rewarding.”
All the warriors she knew were dour of mien, angry in their words, and rough with their hands. How blessed she was to have this man to husband. She vowed to make him proud of her. All at once she needed him to know of her training.
I am trained to run a castle. She wrote the letters slowly. How she longed to tell him of her other talents, but dared not.
“I am well content with my bride, Xára.”
He fingered the slight scar in the center of her throat. “How did this happen?”
Xára worried her lower lip. This secret she could share without worrying he would cast her aside. Mayhap ’twould even serve to protect Evie if he knew the all of Magnhildur. The other secrets, for now, she would leave to fate. She traced Magnhildur’s name on his chest. He jerked into a sitting position, captured her wrists, and set them to his heart. “Tell me.”