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Adult Excerpt from Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse

Hi all,

Here’s an adult excerpt from Sweet Spot, my lesbian sports romance novella, which has enjoyed both Amazon and All Romance eBooks chart success. Some of the action is based around the  US Open, so the fact the tournament is on right now gave me the perfect excuse to share a sexy Sapphic snippet. Enjoy!


Sweet SpotExcerpt:

Then my capability for thinking was removed. Because, at the same time her tongue sought access to my mouth, her right hand skated down my body and insinuated itself between my thighs. Working in tandem, her hand and her tongue teased me, tantalized me, stroking, caressing, penetrating. I was so bowled over by the situation that it took a while to realize that I was behaving like a doll—just standing there and letting me do her thing. I mentally shook myself. Come on, Virginia, don’t make this smokin’ hot woman regret her decision to come on to you. You’re not a damn virgin, so get your head out of your arse and reciprocate, enjoy the moment.

My mind made up, I moved my arms from where they’d hung limply at my sides and slipped them around Nadia’s body. It was all so new, so exciting, that it wasn’t that I didn’t know what to do next, more like I couldn’t decide. Did I grab the back of her neck, pull her closer and deepen the kiss? Or did I get a handful of the buttocks I’d admired for so long and see if they felt as good as they looked? And what about her breasts?

Spoilt for choice, I knew I had to make a decision, fast, before I ruined this seriously sexy Sapphic moment. Finally, my brain kicked in and I remembered that, given I had two hands, I could do two of those things. Seriously, what was it about this woman that made me into a brainless idiot? Shifting one hand up her body, I slotted it beneath the thick mane of wet hair that hung down her back and grabbed her neck, pulling her mouth harder onto mine. We both groaned together, the sound nearly lost in each other and the hot water that still poured onto us.

My free hand sneaked eagerly downwards, my fingers spreading wide, ready to grab that gorgeous flesh. When I finally did, I thought I might expire with pleasure. The bum that I’d spent a great deal of time checking out was amazing. Firm and yet not too hard, still deliciously feminine, and eminently squeezable. I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks and explore.

I told myself that there was no rush. She’d said this wasn’t just about sex, which implied this wouldn’t be a one-off, wouldn’t be the sole incident that I’d relive again and again while I laid in bed, my hand crammed between my thighs. I hoped more than anything that she meant it, meant that she didn’t just want me for sex. Though, even if it was the case, it was shaping up to be a spectacular first and last time.

Growing braver, I shifted the hand that was on Nadia’s buttock into her crack, delving between those perfect globes in search of the prize. The hot, slick, prize. And God, was it hot and slick. There was no denying her arousal—my fingertips were immediately coated in her juices and I wanted more than anything to put them in my mouth and taste her. But that would mean breaking the kiss. Later, I could taste her later.

Instead, I continued exploring her swollen folds, dipping into her molten core and enjoying the sounds she made and the wriggles that told me I was doing something right. Drawing more juices from her cunt, I spread them over her clit—which was distended, making its presence known—and began to play with it, paying attention to her reactions, figuring out what she liked, what she loved, what she was indifferent to. Learning her body, learning what would make her come apart.

Throughout, we continued kissing, her deft tongue caressing mine, exploring my mouth. Every now and again she would suck on my tongue, my bottom lip, the occasional nibble. I mirrored her movements, aware that they grew increasingly frantic—our mouths hungrily devouring, our fingers playing with needy pussies.

She was learning my body, too. Her ministrations were sensual, erotic, yet precise. Quickly, she’d pinpointed the exact spot beside my clit that really got my motor revving. But, instead of stimulating it relentlessly until I came, she teased me. Played me. Brought me close to orgasm, happy hormones rushing through my veins, then moved away, slipped her fingers inside me. Caressed my G-spot, coaxed more juices from me until I thought I had no more. Then started all over again. I grew lightheaded, desperate. Would she ever let me come?

Perhaps if I made her come first, once she’d ridden out her climax, she’d concentrate on me and let me have my own. It was worth a try—and a damn good excuse to move things on. I could hardly wait to see her orgasm. She was beautiful already—extreme pleasure would only enhance that.

Pulling away from her lips, I leaned back a little until her face came into focus once more, and gave her a wicked grin. “Time for you to come, sweetheart.”

“And what about you?” she replied. I was gratified to hear that she sounded breathless, lust-drunk.

“After. You first.” With that, I gripped her upper arms, spun us both around and pushed her against the wall, careful to avoid the hook that held my wash bag. We’d moved mostly out of the spray now, though droplets still hit the edge of my buttocks, running into my own crack, giving a little stimulation.

Kneeling, I pressed my hands to her inner thighs and pushed them apart, eager to get to what was between them. I gasped as her cunt was exposed to me, all pink, swollen and slick with her cream. The gorgeous scent assaulted my nostrils, pushing my own arousal higher. She was wet, she was ready. And it was all for me.

A whine came from up above. “V, please…”


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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 ownsErotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Country Crush – M/M Contemporary Western (Adult Excerpt)

In Country Crush Will Conrad is a country music singer who has been in the closet a long time. Country music fans are predominately conservative and he is afraid to come out as it could damage his career. But a man has needs and he arranges for a one night stand with a team roper… Dare the cowboys risk their jobs and let their love grow?

When I wrote Country Crush it was pure fiction. So far this hasn’t been a major country music star to come out as gay. I hope that will change in the future. After searching the Internet I saw that a couple of men who are trying to break into the country music industry have come out as gay and I wish them the best of luck.

Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other” (1981) is a song by Latin country musician Ned Sublette. It was covered by Willie Nelson in 2006. While some people may think the song is funny Willie was really trying to support the growing gay pride movement. Brokeback Mountain had recently been released and he thought it was the perfect time to share his version of the song.

Here is the music video

Now you’re in the mood for gay cowboys, right? I sure hope so! Here is a hot excerpt from Country Crush.

CountryCrush_LRGHe sat on the bed next to him sporting a curved woodie. Both of them were hard. Maybe this wouldn’t be sympathy sex. Could this be the real thing? He didn’t dare get his hopes up.

“So which position works for you?” The innocent question caused his chest to ache.

Will was gorgeous, every inch of him toned. This was only a one night stand, but he wanted the country music star to enjoy the experience, to remember him fondly and not with regret.

He lay on his right side, his left leg feeling heavy on top. He patted the bedspread in front of him. The country star got into position, lying on his side next to him, his ass ready for the taking.

He dipped a finger in the lube and then slid it into Will’s ass.

Will hissed. “Yes. Fuck me, Blake.”

Blake worked the finger deep until Will’s body shuddered around it. He rejoiced at the soft pleasure on his pretty face. He pushed in another finger, further stretching Will’s ass. He twisted his fingers searching for the man’s sweet spot.

Will’s mouth parted and let out a low groan, sending his heart racing.

He worked the spot eating up Will’s every gasp. The man gripped the bedspread and began rolling his hips.

Blake inserted a third finger, reaching around his middle to stroke his cock with his other hand.

Will’s eyes flared. “Oh. I’m close.”

He grinned. Close wasn’t good enough. He wanted to watch the singer come. Pumping Will’s cock in time with his finger thrusts, the member swelled in his hand, responding to his touch.

Will panted, a sheen of sweat blanketing his beautiful body. “Yes, Blake. God, yes.”

Blake kissed the side of Will’s neck, working his way up to his cheek, and then gently nipped his earlobe. That pushed Will over the edge. His sweet mouth opened and he roared. His tight ring clamped hard to Blake’s fingers. Jets of cum surged onto the bedspread.

Blake savored every moment of Will’s orgasm, his release making his own cock throb. He leaked into the condom. The need to possess Will rode him hard. He wanted to plunge his cock into the man’s warm ass.


Country singer Will Conrad is afraid coming out will tank his career. Being a celebrity makes it difficult to pick up a man and keep things secret. A gay one night stand online dating site is his salvation. While he is performing in Las Vegas he agrees to meet the real cowboy with whom he has been corresponding.

A car accident left championship team roper Blake Bonner with a paralyzed leg and a wounded heart. Now fully recovered, he is ready for a relationship, but will his blind date want to be topped by a cripple and will he treat him like a whole man?

When Blake finds out his date is Will Conrad he can’t believe it. He’s been his country crush since he hit the country music scene. But when the paparazzi catch them together will their burgeoning relationship be able to brave the media storm?

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About the Author:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

Legally Bound Interrogation Intro


The door bursts open and as I cock my head, raising a brow as I see Daniel, storming in with Jesse hot on his tail. This is where things start to get weird, my own characters bursting into my office, what? Already knowing I’m crazy I shake it off and go with it.

“We have a serious issue that needs to be resolved,” Daniel starts.

Jesse elbows past Daniel, knocking him off balance. The tone of Daniels voices goes from stern to shaky as he adjusts his balance.

“No, Daniel has an issue.” Jesse glares at him, then at me.

“What kind of issue?” Both brows are raised now as my intrigue spikes. 

“Tell Daniel that I’m doing the interrogations, Gray.” Jesse’s arms fold across his chest.

“I’m fucking doing them, not you.” Daniel has regained his balance, taking his place shoulder to shoulder with Jesse.

All eyes are on me.

“Did I say either of you were interrogating anyone?” I lean back in my chair, kicking my feet up on the desk to watch the horror creep across both their faces. I’m a sadist to the core, and messing with characters is as much fun as messing with readers.

Jesse takes a step forwards. “No, but that’s the point isn’t it? I should be using my interrogation skills to show the readers how much of a bad ass attorney I am.”

“Move over blondie.” Daniel returns Jesse’s earlier shoulder bump and barges in front.

I start to wonder which one of them is going to jump on top of my desk first

“What the readers want Gray is ME. The gay submissive who can interrogate them into a whimper.” Daniel side eyes Jesse as he says it, almost daring him to throw his hat into the BDSM ring.

“Have you been watching those dam detective programmers again, the FICTIONAL ones?” Jesse shoots back.

“No.” Daniel’s cheek flush a deep colour of red.

I should really stop them now and tell them what I have planned but this is just way too much fun to miss out on.

“I knew it.” Jesse points a finger at Daniel and narrows his eyes. He mutters, “See what I deal with?”

“Don’t you have a game to go watch?” Daniel says with a roll of his eyes.

Jesse pulls the cuff of his shirt back and glances at his watch, his face drops. “Can we get this sorted quick, Gray? Bears are on soon.”

Daniel bursts into song “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a –“ Jesse’s elbow meets his ribs.

“Yeah, and a beer to drink. Surprised you know what it’s called, not as if you ever have the label turned to face you. Anyway. Wouldn’t want you to be late getting home to Raf.” Jesse’s eyebrows wiggle and Daniel goes straight for his pocket, taking out his phone and checking the screen.

“You’re the one with a bed time” Daniel said, angrily. “Who’s doing the interrogating, Gray?” His eyes don’t leave his phone as he speaks.

“Well…” I did have a plan, but having experienced this, that’s all changed.

“Gray.” Jesse puts on his serious attorney voice.

How did I end up having that voice used on me? “Seen as though you are both adults, and can you will accept whatever I say to you, then this is how things are going to be played out.”

They both lean in ready for the punch line.

“Don’t be late, 9am. I’ll see you in the interrogation room.” I spin round on my chair and release my grin with my back turned.

“Wait, What? That’s not an answer, Gray.” There’s a sigh mixed with frustration in Jesse’s voice.

“See, it’s not you blondie.”

“Don’t you have a cage to crawl into?” Jesse grumbles under his breath.

Daniel’s gasp fills the room. “There are so many things I could say right now.

“NO SPOILERS. That’s only just gone to print.” Jesse’s smug look is priceless.

I’m watching their reflections in my Mac screen, trying to hold my laughter. Legally Bound really has unleashed some interesting characters.

Just as they cross the doorway, about to leave, I shout over at them both. “Don’t. Be. Late.”

Jesse places a hand on Daniel’s back and pushes him. “Gray’s talking to you, not me. Try and put the Dom down before lunch will you.”

I snicker under my breath earning a look from Daniel. If only they knew what tomorrow will bring.

Tomorrow I’ll be bringing you my characters. One by one, and you get to watch as they really are interrogated. But, who will be interrogating who?

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The Virgin Madam – F/F Historical Western Romance

Today it isn’t unusual in the United States for a woman to be married to another woman, or for a woman to be with another woman as a life partner. Gay rights have come a long way, and yes there is still a long way to go.

My debut novel The Virgin Madam takes place in Bitterroot Flats, California in 1879. During this time it was definitely considered sinful to have intimate relations with the same sex and there were many laws on the books making it a crime.

Laura Rutherford inherits her papa’s brothel after he is murdered. Becoming the madam makes controlling her urges for the working women even more difficult. She fights these thoughts and thinks she is a freak until she meets Josephine “Joe” Bascum who shares who desire to share her life with another woman.

Josephine, dressed as a cowboy, walks into the brothel looking for a room to stay the night. She’s lived her life for many years as a man. I’ve read many historicals where one of the ladies has a boyish frame and parades around town as a woman. I know based on research that some women actually did do this. It is the only safe way Joe can be with a woman and it fit her tomboy personality well. From their first meeting she realizes the woman she wants is Laura.

PG Excerpt:

“You’ll run into the furniture if you don’t watch where you’re going.”

I opened my eyes, my head naturally snapping toward the voice. Sitting emerged in the tub was Mr. Bascum—or rather Miss Bascum. I blinked at her small exposed bosom. “You’re, you’re a she.”

She laughed, the pleasant noise reverberating through the room. “Name’s Josephine, but don’t go spreading it around.”

“Why are you dressed as a man?”

Josephine let out a deep sigh. “That is a long story. The short answer is I’m safer as a man, and society frowns on a woman riding horses astride and handling a gun.”

“I see.” And now I knew why I was attracted to this stranger—she was a beautiful woman with blue eyes I could easily lose myself in.

I looked at the sudsy water in the tub, hiding the lower half of her body. It had been a long time since I had taken a bath. Papa let the working ladies bathe before me. They brought in money; I didn’t.

“You may share the bath with me,” Josephine said, “water being scarce and all.” She spoke casually as if it was a commonplace occurrence.

I averted my gaze immediately. I’m not sure why. Fire spread across my skin from my cheeks to my ears to my neck. Suddenly seeing Josephine naked as the day she was born seemed wrong. I had seen plenty of naked girls growing up in the brothel. I had seen even more since I took over running the place. But Josephine wasn’t just another naked girl; I wanted her, which made her proposition dangerous. I was afraid my sinful lust would show. Sharing a bath with this beautiful woman might be too much temptation.

Josephine smiled playfully and beckoned me over with a finger. “Nothing improper,” she said, “unless you want.”

I gulped air. How far would improper go? A teasing touch or something more?


The-Virgin-MadamAfter a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night…at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

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Author Bio:

Cowgirl HeadshotShiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.


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Wild and Tender Care by Haley Whitehall #Interracial #historical #western

Wild and Tender Care by Haley Whitehall

Is an erotic interracial historical romance for 18+ and over



There are many books, TV shows, and movies featuring the prominent lawmen, gunfighters, and outlaws of the old west. Perhaps the only well-known doctor is Doc Holliday and he was really a dentist. I really liked Doc Adams on Gunsmoke, but other than that doctors have been extremely overlooked. This is sad considering how important they were.


During the days when western towns were rowdy and rough doctors patched up gunshot and knife victims, they delivered babies, saw towns through epidemics and even declared men dead after court-ordered hangings.


There were few doctors out west. Many graduated and wanted to stay in the bigger cities. The mayor of Big Rock in Colorado Territory places an ad in the newspaper asking for a doctor to build a practice in their growing town. Dr. William Steere answers that advertisement, but will he get patients?


They are in need of his services … if only they can get over their racial predicude that he is a half-breed.




wildandtendercareHe sucked in his lips. She hadn’t said she didn’t have feelings for him. That was a good sign. By the way she looked at him he could tell she was interested. He just had to persuade her somehow that they could be together in Big Rock.


“I see, Miss Page. Well, I will be by tomorrow to check on you.”


“Check on me? Now listen here, Dr. Steere, I didn’t get shot. I didn’t even break a bone. There is no reason for you to check on my sprained ankle.”


Fire burned in her eyes. He didn’t respond, merely headed for the door.


She liked him, wanted him. Usually it was the boy who showed he loved the girl by antagonizing her. Miss Page was flustered because she loved him. He’d bet all his money on it. Of course, he longed for her to say those words. Hopefully in time she could.


Stuck in the chair with her foot emerged in the bucket of water Miss Page couldn’t run after and chastise him. However, her glare scorched his back. “Did you hear me, Dr. Steere?”


He turned around and grinned. “Yes, I heard you, Miss Page. I’m just doing my job. All my life I’ve had to work extra hard for the things I’ve wanted.” And I want you.


His piercing lust elicited a tiny shiver from Miss Page. His gaze having the effect he wanted gave him silent encouragement. Oh yes, she wanted him. “It was hard getting into medical school as a half-breed. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”




Ida Page has seen the worst the west has to offer. Snubbed by the citizens of Big Rock, Colorado, ever since the town cleaned up its act and became civilized, she has tried to change with the times. No other line of work available, she became a laundress after the mayor shut down the whorehouse, but the good people will not allow her to forget her past as a shady lady. She has given up on ever being accepted, let alone falling in love, until a handsome half-breed stranger arrives in town.

After the War Between the States, William Steere has been looking for a town to build a medical practice. He answered a newspaper ad placed by the mayor of Big Rock and hopes their desperate need for a doctor will overrule their race prejudice against his half-breed status. At the Independence Day picnic, he is introduced to all the town citizens except for one woman sitting off by herself. This redhead draws him to her with merely a gaze.

Can the two outcasts find love and acceptance in each other’s arms or will the town’s cruelty and a smallpox epidemic tear them apart?


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Author Bio:

Haley-headshot3Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.



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Midnight Kiss by Haley Whitehall – Interracial Historical Romance (Hot Excerpt)

Midnight Kiss-Cover


Unjustly accused of stealing, nanny April Windmire is turned out on the streets without pay. With no place to go and no friends, she stows away on a Mississippi River steamboat. Her hopes to hide through the journey to St. Louis are dashed when a handsome white officer finds her. But instead of turning her in, he takes her to his private quarters where she fights her growing attraction to a man she cannot have.

Matt Seever’s wife died four year ago, leaving him alone with two small mulatto children. But his job as an officer on the Queen Bee isn’t family friendly. He knows he needs a new wife, but no southern white woman will marry him. When April lands in his lap, his prayers are answered. Or are they? April’s not the trusting type and racial prejudice runs deep in post-Civil War Missouri. Just when Matt convinces April he loves her, his new family becomes a target and there’s no backing down from this fight.

Together, April and Matt must brave heinous race prejudice crimes to find an enduring love.



Matt approached April slowly, wondering if she was going to avoid him. She didn’t. He reached out and gently wrapped his hands around both of her arms, keeping space between them.


“Ever since I met you I’ve felt like you were trying to find fault with me.”


She didn’t respond, her lips curled in.


“I know I’m not perfect. No man is, but why are you always thinking the worst?”


“I don’t know,” she said in a shaky voice.


That was a damn lie, but he did not call her on it. She hadn’t told him a single thing about her past other than a bit about her previous jobs. Not one word about her personal life. Something had caused her to be this suspicious.


The tension between them was too strong to ignore. Even holding her at a distance stirred feelings inside him.


“Stop trying to push me away, April. It isn’t going to work. I live here. You live here. It is only natural…” He pulled her toward him until her chest was pressed against his. “…we have feelings for each other.”


Without giving her time to react he pressed his lips against hers. Fire blazed where they touched. Blood rushed to his cock and he feared she’d feel it pressed against her.



Author Bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.


Where to find Haley Whitehall:

Twitter: http://twitter.com/HaleyWhitehall

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Previous Books:               

Midnight Caller –Moonlight Romance Book 1

Midnight Heat – Moonlight Romance Book 2

Soldier in Her Lap

Love, Valentine Style


Hot Heroes of Spaceport Volume 1

Who doesn’t like hot guys? They grace the covers of books, they draw the eye in advertising and they command the silver screen. One hot guy is great. The four heroes of Spaceport Volume 1 are supernova hot.

B.J. McCall

Captain Jack Dancer of Security by Shelby Morgen.

Commander Kala Decoltéir always gets her man, and she wants the space pirate they call Dancer — no matter who — or what — he is. This time, Dancer has no escape.

Then the crowd disappeared, and only one man stood between her and the Zondiran. One lone man, wearing a black duster that obscured everything but the wide set of his shoulders. And he wasn’t screaming. Or running. He wasn’t moving at all. He was standing in the exact middle of the catwalk, his back to Kala, and he was far too big for the Zondiran to push past.

Maxim Dollavera of Trash & Treasure by Mikala Ash

 Award-winning reporter for the Adana Observer Holly Barberossa finds herself once again in her natural environment, hot water.

He dropped himself unasked into the seat opposite her. His violet eyes fixed her like one of her best leading questions. She met his glare without fear. No one out stared her. She was an expert at that game. As time slid by, the seconds turning into minutes, she was acutely aware of a dollop of sauce slowly sliding from the corner of her mouth down to her chin where it hung in mid air by a string of what she guessed, with supreme embarrassment, was saliva. She considered dabbing at it with her napkin but not wanting to give the impression she cared one jot what he thought of her, she decided not to break the standoff.

Her face flushed when she realized his eyes had followed the sauce’s indefatigable course and was now mirroring its pendulum-like motion.

 Dryson of Bite by Marteeka Karland

The last thing Dryson expects when he takes his latest shipment of smuggled goods to Spaceport Adana is to end up with a Rajian sex slave, Sasha. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with, and her bite is definitely worse than her bark.

Sasha’s heart rate increased, and she was anything but bored now. She stood up straighter and looked the gorgeous man in the eye. This man might think he wanted a slave, but no man with that much confidence and air of authority would want a woman as weak-willed as Mathum wanted. No. He’d want an equal. Maybe he’d be able to physically overpower her, but he’d want someone who could hold her own with him. Oh, yes. This was someone she could have fun with for a few months.

Lt. Davis Darkano Scavenger by B.J. McCall

Scavenging space junk isn’t glamorous or lucrative, but finding a disabled Allied Planets Security drone is an unexpected treasure Captain Anexa Loy can’t pass up.

Anexa didn’t want forever and she didn’t need a man in her day-to-day life. She wanted a lover. Someone yummy. Someone like the tall man heading toward the Red Light District would do just fine. His hair was as dark as deep space and cut short. His broad shoulders and confident stride made him stand out in the bustling crowd.


Spaceport Vol. 1 available now at Changeling Press 












New Release – Spaceport Vol. 1

Adana is a rundown Spaceport at the edge of nowhere occupied by those who choose to live outside the control of the Allied Planets. If you want to hideout, partake in pleasures or sell smuggled or stolen goods, Spaceport Adana is the place for you.


The stories:

Security by Shelby Morgen: Commander Kala Decoltéir always gets her man, and she wants the space pirate they call Dancer — no matter who — or what — he is. This time, Dancer has no escape.

Trash & Treasure by Mikala Ash: Award-winning reporter for the Adana Observer Holly Barberossa finds herself once again in her natural environment, hot water.

Bite by Marteeka Karland: The last thing Dryson expects when he takes his latest shipment of smuggled goods to Spaceport Adana is to end up with a Rajian sex slave, Sasha. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with, and her bite is definitely worse than her bark.

Scavenger by B.J. McCall: Scavenging space junk isn’t glamorous or lucrative, but finding a disabled Allied Planets Security drone is an unexpected treasure Captain Anexa Loy can’t pass up.

Experience Spaceport Adana through the eyes of the characters.

Dancer of Security by Shelby Morgen

“Welcome to Spaceport Adana, Captain Dancer. Please proceed to docking bay 7-192. Have all documents ready and prepare to be inspected.” The voice was androgynous, cool and mechanical. The announcement repeated in half a dozen popular languages.

Red Earth. Minerals mined from the shattered world beneath the port fueled the galaxy — and the economy. Gave men like him a reason to exist.

Some of his trade was even legal.

The inspection took all of five minutes, and five hundred credits. For a thousand he could have skipped the show altogether, but there were other ways he’d rather spend his money. Like cheap women, fried food, and stale ale.

Kiosks lined the corridors between the docks and the main mall area. Every square inch of available surface sported some sort of barker hawking disreputable wares.

He fit right in.

A large digital display above the buffer plates read 21:13 hours. Dancer had seventeen minutes to kill before his consignee arrived. A small, unresplendent booth manned by a blue-haired whore offered no menu, but then, her body told her story. Fake blue hair and tattoos that mimicked the markings of the high class pleasure slaves of Nil Raja, but the markings were all wrong. Unless she was really a man.

Not that it mattered all that much.

Maxim of Trash and Treasure by Mikala Ash

The corridors were as busy as they usually were. Adana never slept and Maxim often wondered what drew people here. There were prettier, richer and far safer places in the galaxy to live, yet Adana seemed to attract unusual people as if it was a vortex for oddballs. Sometimes he considered himself one of those hapless misfits caught up in Adana’s strange attractor.

No one gave him a second glance, even though he was carrying a body bag with the unmistakable shape of a human body inside it. He expected at any time someone to comment on it, but not even a ‘Port Security officer challenged him.

Dryson of Bite by Markeeta Karland

“This is the Crimson Star requesting permission to dock.” Dryson approached Spaceport Adana with care. The planet Spaceport Adana now circled had once shared an orbit with its twin — also called Adana — but the other planet had long since been obliterated, leaving a highly volatile asteroid field in its stead and a handful of local inhabitants who now made their home on Spaceport Adana. It was they who had named the station. It made for difficult navigation under the best of circumstances. Even though he’d padded the pockets of the appropriate people, he still worried about being double-crossed. Smugglers, as a rule, looked out for each other. To a point. As many times as he’d come to Spaceport Adana, he’d made a few enemies. He did a lucrative business here, and it was one of his favorite stops, but he would only risk so much.

This time, he carried much-needed medical supplies and much-wanted Old Earth coffee and chocolate. Both came from outside Interplanetary Allied Council influence, both were better grade than one could get from IAC, and neither were anything he wanted to be caught with. After this run, he’d take a vacation.

Anexa – Scavenger by B. J. McCall

Anexa glanced at Davis as they entered a section called Havoc where the restaurants and bars catered to the underprivileged young people of Spaceport. The narrow metal streets were cramped and beggars stood in doorways. The smell of unwashed bodies mingled with the stench of puke and stale air. Above a clothing store sporting riot bars on the doors, music blasted from an open window.

Two punks with purple hair pushed through the crowd without regard for the old or the infirm, but quickly stepped aside when confronted with Davis’s determined gaze and purposeful stride.

Anexa guided Davis into an alley favored by Zonkers. Addicts with telltale injection tracks running along the column of their necks slept on filthy mattresses lined along one side. At the far end of the alley was Mayhem, a bar famous for cheap beer and local bands.

SPACEPORT VOLUME 1 available now at Changeling Press





Legally Bound Extract – Kennedy

LB Kennedy Extract

A petite woman, with dark hair styled in a pixie cut, wearing a SWAT uniform with the shirt unbuttoned and a white tank showing underneath opened the door. George raised both brows and looked between the two of them. She was stunning, and it made him wonder what Jesse’s wife looked like. Going straight to Jesse, the woman wrapped him up in a big hug and pressed her face into his chest.

“Good to see you, babe,” she said, lingering longer than she should have.

He pressed his face into her hair. “Thanks for doing this.”

Pulling back, she stared George down like she was daring him to say something. When he didn’t, she offered him her hand. “Kennedy.” 

He took the woman’s hand as she offered it. “George and it’s a pleasure.”

“I just got home from a double, so sorry for the mess, Jesse.” She took her hand back and led them into a fairly clean townhouse, taking a seat on the sofa. “How’s Cill?”

“About the same.” Jesse rolled his eyes and took a seat on the chair.

“Still a raging bitch?” She picked up her beer and took a sip. “Can I get you two anything?”

“No, thank you.” George remained standing, his overcoat over his arm. His eyes were glued on Kennedy.

“Please don’t, Kennedy.” He let out a long breath.

“Jesse, you’re too good for her. I’ve been telling you this for years.” Setting the beer back on the coffee table, she toed off her boots.

“Since the day I started dating her.” Jesse chuckled. “Thanks for agreeing to talk to us.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.” She smiled for the first time.

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Jianne Carlo – Prymal Obsession Preview – Post #5

This is my fifth and final post for The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash! What fun it’s been reading excerpts and responding to your comments and questions.

Here’s a sneak preview of Prymal Obsession:

Brut didn’t bother to get up when Bandit climbed off the roof. He finished his beer, tossed the empty bottle into the enormous dumpster standing in the alley behind The Grape, and climbed down to the second floor.
After grabbing his duffel bag from the room opposite Sidonie’s, he ambled to her door, and stood listening, scenting.
The balmy steam from the shower lingered in the air. He identified the citrus-perfumed shampoo she favored, a hint of baby oil, and a dollop of a man-made fragrance with a trace of pungent patchouli, all three odors topped by eau de Sidonie. His tongue thickened. He thirsted to taste her. Had become obsessed with the notion of nosing and licking every inch of her sweet flesh.
He knocked on the door. “Sidonie?”
The solid panel didn’t block sound from his superlative hearing. He identified a muted clatter as that of plastic closet hangers clacking together.
When Sidonie held her breath, he listened for the return of her rhythmic inhaling.
He had been hard as granite for most of the fucking miserable day. He’d managed to will his erection flaccid after their early morning encounter at the ranch, but that almost kiss in the truck had wrenched the beast in him full frontal.
The clicking of her pointy heels on the tiled floor had his imagination surging into max overdrive. She had donned her customary stilettoes. He hated she wore those CFM shoes, mouthwatering sex-kitten short skirts, and skimpy tanks in public. Became enraged when he caught Kydd Kolton ogling the cleavage she revealed.
The door opened, Sid widened the gap, and waved him in.
He threw the oversize gym bag over one shoulder, stepped into the room, pivoted, and inspected her clothing and makeup.
She had assumed a new veneer.
An understated sultry Sidonie had replaced the in-your-face tramp of previous encounters.
He liked the way she’d caught her curls into a loose knot on top of her head. Wisps escaped the confining bun and emphasized her delicate features and her heart-shaped face. The heavy black eyeliner had been swapped for smudges of smoky gray, which served only to enhance the piercing blue of her eyes. Not a hint of color dusted her cheeks. The thick foundation she normally used was absent. He noted a charming spray of freckles scattered across her nose. Instead of scarlet or fuchsia lipstick, she wore some sort of plain gloss.
This Sidonie didn’t scream for male attention, and he liked her all the more for the new subtlety.
“We need to talk.” He chucked the duffel to the long, fussy bench women always seemed to have at the foot of their beds.
The skirt of the lilac dress she wore fluttered around her trim calves when she twirled to face him. He approved of the demure neckline, the cap sleeves, the length of the dress, and, most of all, the two-inch pointy heels on her black, strappy shoes. Better than her customary six inches, which always had him tense, and awaiting a sprained ankle, or a concussion from a fall.
“If it’s about our scheduled fucking tonight, let me set your mind at ease. I know your deal. You had a mate. Your kind has one in a lifetime. Whatever happens between us is temporary. As soon as this…this situation is resolved, we’re done.” She met his gaze without a flinch or a fidget.
Brut stifled a wince. Did she have to put it so baldly? And did she believe for a fucking moment she’d set the terms of their relationship? Or dictate when their fucking would end? The woman had a way of provoking his vexation. He battened down his rising ire. “Good to know you understand the situation.”
Her nose twitched. “Anything else we need to talk about?”
“Yes. As of this moment, we’re a couple. To the world at large, I’m overprotective and jealous. That gives me an excuse to hover and always be around. In addition to our fucking, we’ll do everything together. You defer to me if there’s any sign of something out of the ordinary. Understood?”
Brut pulled his T-shirt over his head and when he emerged from the brief concealment found her gawking at the tattoos on his shoulders and biceps. From her stunned dropped-jaw expression, he didn’t believe she’d listened to or digested his barked orders.
Her features softened and Brut recognized the one emotion he detested above all others, pity.
“One for each butchered pack member,” she whispered and inched forward to stand right in front of him. “How many in all?”
Brut flinched. He should’ve anticipated that Tania and Eva would tell Sid about his symbolic immortalization of his mate and pack’s slaughter. “Seven. My pack was newly formed.”
Slight puffs of her exhales skipped across his ribs. She tipped her head back, and he read her sympathy in the moisture glistening in her eyes. “I am deeply sorry for your loss. It must be a constant dagger in your heart.”
No one had ever described his lancing pain of bereavement so accurately. A silence, leaded with tension and regret, rippled around them.
She averted her gaze, clasped her hands together at her waist, and muttered to the floor at large, “I’ll see you downstairs. In case you’re interested, we’re doing a tasting of selected tapas in ten minutes.”
He didn’t move when she spun around and walked briskly out of the room.
Brut collapsed on the bench and scrubbed his stubbled jaw. Somehow her heartfelt offer of condolences had eased the insistent stabbing grief he’d lived with for over a year and a half.
Guilt attacked him.
Since meeting Sidonie, his previous hell-bent focus on revenge had slipped on a regular basis. Too often in the last while he’d found himself replaying some witty comment she’d made or smiling at one of her corny jokes.
A near insomniac since the butchery of his mate and pack, he lay in bed at night fantasizing, but not about the slow torture of those responsible for their murder. No, instead he pictured Sidonie naked under him, imagined the look of utter pleasure on her face when he brought her to climax.
He couldn’t allow her to slip under his defenses, to interfere with his planned vengeance. Once he’d had her, once he’d fucked her senseless, then his Sidonie-obsession would abate.


Prymal Lust is now available at the following booksellers:
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Here are the Prymal Lust Contest details:

PRIZE: eCopy of Prymal Lust  


Answer the question at the end of each of my posts and leave your email address in the comment.

Question #5: How many tattoos does Brut, the hero of Prymal Obsession have?

Winner (s) will be announced on August 11, both here and on my site: http://www.jiannecarlo.com and on my Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/Jianne123 on August 31, 2014!

My thanks to everyone who participated, authors, readers, and those wonderful folks at The Romance Studio who keep the site and the party running smoothly. It was lovely to spend this time with you all.

Take care on the roads out there and enjoy the rest of the summer!

*waving bye-bye*


P.S. Here’s one more look at the awesome Prymal Lust trailier:


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