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Adult Excerpt from One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

For my third and final post, I’m sharing an adult excerpt from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Paris. Enjoy!

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One Night in Paris“Now shut up and kiss me.”

“With pleasure, ma’am.” Shifting so their bodies were millimetres apart, he placed his hand on her hip, tugged her closer and looked into her eyes. What he saw there galvanised him; lust, desire, affection. He may have pretty much forgotten how this stuff worked, but the woman in front of him genuinely wanted him. The throbbing from his crotch area reminded him the sentiment was more than mutual.

Hoping his expression displayed the same feelings, he smiled, then leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Reminding himself they’d done this part before, albeit in the middle of the street, he let his worries go. Concentrating purely on her lips against his, her soft curves, the increased pace of her breathing and heartbeat, the cute little sounds she was making, he allowed himself to be absorbed in the moment.

After a few seconds, their kiss inevitably deepened, grew more passionate. Mouths pressed harder against each other, teeth occasionally clashing, tongues battling. She tasted of peppermint mouthwash, as, of course, did he. As he explored her mouth further, Jacob let the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath him wander. Up to her face; cupping it, stroking his thumb against her soft skin. Then he gently trailed it down her neck, her shoulder, her arm and finally onto her hip, where it rested for a few seconds before sneaking round and grabbing her nearest buttock. Pulling her closer still, so their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, he resisted the temptation to grind his now-fully-erect cock against her.

Turned out he didn’t need to, anyway. Their new position meant it was impossible for her not to notice and she let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, and slipped her free hand between their bodies. Pressing it to his length, she stroked the bulge through his clothes, causing him to make a growling sound of his own.

Their kissing ramped up yet another notch as passion overwhelmed them, their jaws working faster, tongues duelling frantically and hasty breaths being sucked in. He squeezed and groped her backside as she almost-masturbated him. Soon, Jacob felt he was in danger of coming in his boxers so he snatched his hand away from her luscious arse and grabbed her wrist.

Breaking their kiss, he moved away enough so her face came back into focus, and said, “Shall we continue this with less clothes on?”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

They rolled away from each other and began removing their own clothing, in some unspoken yet mutually understood agreement that it’d be quicker. With less garments to contend with, Jacob finished first and turned back to watch as Annabelle’s bra, then a tiny thong were flung to the thick carpet. She looked up and caught his gaze, grinned wolfishly.

“Wanna get the protection?” she asked.

Shaking his head, Jacob replied, “Not just yet. Any objection to me going down on you?” He suspected his hormones were driving his sudden confidence, but he didn’t mind. Whatever worked.

Annabelle looked at him incredulously. “What kind of question is that?”

Now it was Jacob’s turn to be confused. “Uh, a genuine one I asked because I wanted to know the answer.”

“Um, okay. I have no objection whatsoever, and have never met a woman that would ever have an objection to that particular sex act.” Letting out a sound something like phrrt, she shuffled to the middle of the bed and lay down, her head on the pillows. “Christ knows what kind of women you’ve been hanging around with, lover boy, but they’re not in the majority, I can tell you that.”

Shrugging, he moved on the mattress so he was at Annabelle’s feet. Before pushing her legs open and feasting on what was between them, he paused for a moment to look at her naked form. She definitely had curves in all the right places; breasts that were just the right size for a handful, hips he could barely wait to grab as he pounded into her and a gently rounded tummy in proportion with the rest of her figure. She truly was beautiful, and although he didn’t say the words out loud, the way his cock strained up towards his belly button certainly proved the adage actions speak louder than words.

“What?” Annabelle said, a little shyly, as he continued to stare.

Flicking his gaze up to hers, he replied. “Just admiring you, that’s all. I’m not just saying this because I’m about to get some, but you’re absolutely gorgeous. Both clothed and naked.”

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Which side will you choose?

Hey guys, I’m Charity Parkerson. I’m an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing and Punk & Sissy Publications. July has been a crazy-busy month for me. I’ve had 3 books release in the first 8 days of the month. Here’s one:

Blurb:

(Science Fiction, love story, apocalyptic, alpha males, strong females, Cyborgs, futuristic, F/M & M/M, sexy romance)

A world on edge…
The “Cyborg” team has kept one eye glued to the unrest inside the A.I. community for some time. Each member understands the ramifications of a revolt. If war is declared, they could find themselves on the opposite side of the law. One tiny detail changes Miles’ stance. Solving the case he’s worked since meeting Alexia could be the deciding factor. Left with no other choice, Miles orders his second in command to move to plan ‘B’—Dr. Kiston Beck.
A woman caught in the middle…
Kiston has stood with the Androids since her teenage years. Her inside knowledge of Cryo-Zone—an all-droid community—could mean the difference between a war lost or won. Convincing her to go against all she believes to be right is another matter.
Kiston has no idea what the Cybernetics Agency thinks she possesses. There hasn’t been a human alive who cared to hear her opinion in years. The one detail she’s absolutely sure about is that they sent the wrong team member if they hoped to seduce the information from her.
Cyborg Two is every woman’s dream. His wide shoulders, alpha ways and smoldering glances leave her breathless. Unfortunately, his biggest flaw is one too many for Kiston. He believes she’s crazy.
But is it too late?
After a botched kidnapping, a concussion and near-death experience, can Miles and his team still convince Kiston to join them, or will their brand of friendship end up destroying the world?

Excerpt:

–Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18.– By continuing to read past this point you are agreeing you are over the restricted age–

Copyright © 2014 Charity Parkerson

All Rights Reserved.

The worst things always happened to Kiston when she was minding her own damn business. She always steered clear of trouble and never intentionally put herself in harm’s way. Nonetheless, it seemed she was always dealing with some form of bullshit. Today was no exception. Clutching her purse to her chest with her tightly bound hands while sandwiched between two burly, combat-ready men, Kiston eyed the man sitting on the loveseat across from her with malice. He ignored her obvious hatred. Fucker.

“I find her reactions odd.”

Kiston had been so intent on killing the man with her death stare, when he spoke it caught her off guard. No one responded. He continued without encouragement.

“Most women would be screaming and crying. She is merely pissed.”

Great. She’d been kidnapped by a fucking genius. Rolling her eyes, she switched her attention to the door behind him, attempting to will someone to find her and ignoring the man’s golden gaze. He wasn’t a droid. In fact, none of the three men in the room moved like a machine, but their eyes glowed, proving they were all—at the very least—sixty-percent computerized. Of course, that tidbit of knowledge didn’t help explain why they’d stolen her from the street. On a normal day, she was better liked by A.I.s than anyone. In the human world, she was considered odd. It seemed today she was an oddity to both sides. Awesome.

“I’m tempted to remove the gag,” the guy to her left said, drawing her attention. He was a blond giant who took up too much space. “It might be fun to hear her describing all the ways she intends to disembowel you … again.”

Inside her head, an evil smile stretched across her face, and she was cackling with maniacal laughter. Oh yeah. She’d earned her gag.

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What’s Next for Tory Richards?

I’ve got a good start on two MC (motorcycle club) romances. I’ve done plenty of research to make sure I get the MC culture, language, actions and bylaws down. I must say most of the MC books I’ve read lately are raw, wild, and dirty but they’re hot as hell and I love them. So, be on the lookout for Wild Marauders MC and Dark Menace MC to come out later this year. On that note I thought I’d introduce you to Lynch, president of Wild Marauders and give you a sneak peek of what’s to come. Enjoy!

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Meet Lynch, President of Wild Marauders MC. Six feet six of solid muscle and bad ass attitude! He takes what he wants, and the minute his eyes land on curvy Kat he makes his claim. Her stealing his bike is just the reason he needs to deal out his particular brand of club punishment. 

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“Pull the fuck over or I’ll run your ass off the road!”

I sensed he’d do it, too, and it was all I could do to keep the bike steady. Nothing but fields of tall grass and wildflowers were on either side of us. How hurt could I get? But continuing under the circumstances was stupid.

Obviously angry at my hesitation he snarled, “Do it, NOW!”

Our gazes clashed, and I pressed my lips, reluctantly slowing down to pull over. I’d barely kicked the stand down when Lynch was on me, snarling like a mad dog. His large hands wrapped around my upper arms and he jerked me up until we were almost face to face.

“You crazy bitch! Do you realize what you just did? I’ve killed for less than this.”

I wondered if he was talking about my borrowing the bike, or my pitiful attempt to escape. “I’m sorry if I don’t know biker club etiquette but I was kidnapped this morning so I borrowed the motorcycle to go home. I had every intention of returning it.” I could hear other bikes coming our way but I didn’t take my eyes off the lethal look in his.

Lynch shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said between his teeth. “You’ve just fuckin’ sealed your fate, baby.”

What did he mean by that? Before I could ask three other bikers showed up, one of them was riding double as if he knew he’d be needed. They came to a stop on the road next to us. Their expressions looked seriously grim, and for the first time I began to fear they might actually kill me.

“You need us, prez?”

Not taking his angry eyes off me he ordered, “I’ll meet you back at the bar. Take Tully’s bike back with you.”

The man riding double slipped off the bike and walked to the chopper Lynch had used to catch up to me. Without further conversation his men were gone as fast as they’d appeared. My heart was still pounding wildly because he hadn’t released me. His hands were hurting me and I knew there would be bruises. I almost laughed at the hysterical thought that a few bruises wouldn’t matter if he put a bullet in my head. As the sounds of the other bikes diminished I tried to pull away. His hands tightened, his fingers biting into the fleshy part of my arm causing even more pain.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!”

“This is nothing,” he snarled down at me.

“I really was going to make sure the bike was returned,” I began, “And, and I wasn’t going to go to the police.” As the words left my mouth I realized I meant them. They hadn’t hurt me, not really, and I had the feeling that my situation was the result of a stupid mistake. My admission didn’t soften the look in his eyes, but thankfully the muscles in his powerful arms relaxed a little. “Wouldn’t you have tried to escape?”

“This is about you, not me. You were going to be taken back to the clinic, but that was before you stole a bike. Your fuckin’ impatience is going to cost you.”

My disbelief and anger got the best of me. “What? More bruises? Another groping or a kiss?”

“It’s not that fuckin’ easy. We have club rules, bylaws, which we live by. As the president I’m expected to enforce them, and you took something of value without permission. No one touches our bikes, no one.”

“So slap a fine on me and I’ll pay it,” I responded without thinking.

“You’ll fuckin’ pay,” he barked. “And by the hands of the owner of the bike you took.”

I thought about what he was saying, until reminding myself how I’d grown up. “I grew up being slapped around and unwanted, by people who were supposed to love me. After a while I grew numb to it.”

His nostrils flared, the anger still gripping him. “Punishment can come in any form, baby. He could have you pay on your fuckin’ back.”

He didn’t need to elaborate. “People will come looking for me.” I thought about the isolation of the clinic outside of town. No one had seen my abduction as far as I knew. I thought about my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Stevens, a sweet senile old woman who talked to her cats and answered back for them. The only people I could call friends were the people I worked with, and they wouldn’t notice me gone until Monday. Fuck! At the moment I was screwed.

“Wild Marauders donated a hundred and fifty grand to Crows Feet last year. That alone will keep the law away from here.”

Payoff money, which to a one-street town must have felt like a million. I pulled free from his grip and rubbed where he’d held me. “So, is this Tully a cruel man?”

For the first time Lynch looked at me with something other than anger. I could almost see his mind working, as if trying to figure out how I knew the man’s name, and I could tell by his expression the second he figured it all out. His grin scared me almost as much as his anger had. “You didn’t steal−”

“Borrow,” I cut in.

Steal,” Lynch clarified firmly. “Tully’s bike.”

I looked at him confused. “Then who’s bike did I st−borrow?”

There was a long pause before he said,“Mine.

Shape-shifting in Public

The third book in my Hidden Lines series just released. To Snarl or to Snuggle concludes the trilogy that charts Chloe and Jorge’s journey to their happily ever after.

Before Naomi can say anything, there’s a commotion at the entrance. A boy, maybe twelve or thirteen, careens into an empty table just inside the door, almost knocking it over. I know puberty can have its awkward gangly growth spurt phases, but this is no ordinary stumbling. At first, I assume he’s drunk or stoned or something—sad, I know, for a young teen— but then I notice some awfully shaggy hair sprouting from his neck and spreading under his shirt.

Shit. He’s a shape-shifter, and by the looks of it, one who isn’t prepared to be going through a transition. Given his age, this is probably his first shift or close to it. Odds say he’s an orphan shifter—born into a family who doesn’t know shape-shifters exist but have some rogue genes in their DNA. Puberty takes hold, and boom, you find out you’re a shape-shifter.

A barista is heading from behind the counter right for the boy, and things might get ugly. I’ve never witnessed a shifter hitting his first change before, but from what Jorge told me, it isn’t smooth—especially when the person doesn’t know it’s coming.

I look at Naomi, who is watching events with wide eyes. She and I are probably the only people in this coffee shop who know shape-shifters exist—and it needs to stay that way. My voice is low and surprisingly calm given that my body is taut with tension. “Hey, Naomi.”

She turns to me. “What?”

“Call Jorge now. Tell him we’ve got an orphan shifter changing.”


She just wants to make it through her whirlwind wedding. Too bad life isn’t cooperating.

Chloe thinks her life is just about perfect. She’s finally got her psychic abilities under control, her relationship with her father has never been better, and she’s finally marrying her shape-shifter boyfriend Jorge. But when a teenage shape-shifter in need of help leads Jorge’s rival to their door, Chloe’s perfect life deserts her. Chloe’s mother and grandmother find themselves in a psychic feud that leaves Chloe caught in the wake, and a woman with suspect motives insinuates herself into Chloe’s life. Throw in a shocking revelation about the origins of her family’s extrasensory abilities, and she’s not sure she’ll make it down the aisle in one piece, let alone live long enough for a happily ever after…

And she thought meeting her in-laws was tough.

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Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

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I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr. I love to hear from readers. Connect with me:

Two Days Left to Enter for FREE Autographed Books!

 

Four of my back list books are looking for new homes. The Rafflecopter link is below so all you have to do is go to my blog and enter, and check back on July 1st for a list of winners. Sorry, but international winners will receive downloads.


The Cowboy Way
 – Artist Lacey Owens comes home to her father’s ranch for a long overdue visit, and for a little rest and relaxation. She’s not prepared for becoming the means for revenge against him by an escaped convict he helped send to prison. Getting involved with her father’s sexy ranch foreman and partner Chase Saunders isn’t in her plans either. But as unexplained events occur and Lacey’s life becomes threatened, Chase makes it his mission to protect her. Her independent nature rebels against his arrogant, high-handed methods and tempers ignite. But it soon becomes apparent that their animosity is only a ruse for the gripping sexual longing stirring in their blood.

It’s All in the Jeans – Logan Knight is staying with his grandfather while recuperating from an accident that claimed the lives of his two best friends. He needs time to heal his body and his heart from the tragedy of that fire.

Libby Turner will do whatever it takes to keep her parents from placing her beloved grandmother into an assisted living facility—even masquerading as a 70-year-old woman. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Wicked Desire – Maggie’s on the run, leaving behind a marriage gone bad, a dangerous ex-husband, and one of the most crime infested neighborhoods in Maine. She isn’t looking to replace any of it, until she runs into Matt Dillon. A prime example of an alpha male, he’s big and tough with an attitude to match. The only problem is he’s determined to ignore the instant attraction between them.

Matt’s running away, too. He’s hoping a new beginning in a small town will help him get on with his life without the woman he loves. What he hadn’t counted on was meeting someone like Maggie Myers. He knows as soon as he runs into the curvaceous redhead that she’s nothing but trouble, and she proves it time and time again. Trying to ignore her is impossible, and before long passion explodes between them, sealing their fate.

All the Right Moves – After discovering one of her patients dead in her office, Doctor Annie McCall finds herself on the run for her life. Detective Marshall Thomas isn’t afraid to break the rules and offers her refuge. The only problem is who’ll protect Annie from him?

Marshall hadn’t counted on his primary suspect creating such a dilemma in his life. But once he discovers someone wants her dead, he is determined to keep his mind on the job in order to find the killer and to keep her safe.

As they struggle to stay one step ahead of the killer, their attraction for each other spirals out of control. And soon the only danger Annie’s facing is the heat between them.

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Tory Richards

Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

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Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

5 stars! Deb Thomas – Beta Reader/Reviewer:  “Sam Cheever has created a world full of death, hope and love. This story pulls you and has you rooting for the good guys and some of the bad guys too. I really enjoyed this story. I would love to read more about the twenty worlds.”

 

He skimmed a hand over her ribs, pushing the rumpled sheet down with it. Her belly jumped in anticipation as his hand covered the smooth mound at the vee of her thighs and she moaned softly, arching her hips to press into his touch.

Audie lifted his head, his dark gaze swimming with lust. “I’ve waited so long to be inside you.”

Yeira gasped as he slid a finger along the moist crease of her mons. “Don’t wait any longer, Hunter. I need…” She swallowed hard as the finger thrust inside.

He kissed a trail up her throat, leaving tingling awareness behind. “You need what, Beauty?”

A second finger joined the first, rasping deliciously along her nerve endings and sending tremors of bliss through her belly. “I need you…inside me. Now,” she gasped.

Audie was suddenly between her legs, braced on his elbows, and his hands slipping through the sleep-tangled locks of her hair.

Yeira pressed her moist mons against the hard column of his cock and wrapped her legs around him, opening herself for his invasion.

Audie cupped her buttocks, pulling her lower body off the mattress. “For once we are in accord, woman.” He positioned the thick head of his cock against her entrance. You need me inside you…”

He drove deep and Yeira cried out, gasping from the exquisite fullness. “And I really need to be there.”

Yeira clasped his head and pulled him down for a kiss. “Make love to me, Kord.”

 

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Writing dialogue for pets

One of the joys of writing my Hidden Lines series is writing dialogue for the heroine’s pets are characters. Since she’s an animal psychic, they get to have some pretty interesting, often comical, conversations. Here’s one from book 3, To Snarl or to Snuggle.

I sink onto the mattress, one leg tucked under me. Enoki rubs along my arm.

Jorge scratches Enoki’s head. “Looks like Enoki wants to help.”

From the end of the bed, I hear Sashi’s mental hrrumph. “Like Enoki can give you great insight.”

I give Sashi a look before turning to scratch Enoki’s chin. I speak aloud so Jorge can get at least a taste of the conversation. “Enoki is very intuitive, aren’t you, buddy?”

He purrs and gives Sashi a smug look. “Sashi is just jealous Jorge didn’t say she should help.”

Sashi does the cat equivalent of an eye roll. “I don’t need permission to express my opinion.

“Ok, you two, settle down. I know having extra people around the house is stressful for you, but no getting nasty with each other.”

Enoki head butts me. “Sorry.” I lean over and kiss his head.

Sashi sniffs. “I suppose we can both assist you with your reading.” She rests her head on her paws and closes her eyes.

Jorge nudges me. “Are the cats settled down yet?”

“Yeah. They both are going to share their opinions.”

He chuckles. “Well, we best get started before Sashi decides she has more important things to do.”

I smirk. Sashi caught the gist of his comment and turns a narrowed gaze on Jorge.

Settling down to business, I hold in the forefront of my mind my question: What does all I’ve learned and experienced the past few days mean going forward? I shuffle the oversized deck awkwardly, and when it feels right, I stop, cut the deck with my left hand, and flip the first card, representing the past. The Magician.


She just wants to make it through her whirlwind wedding. Too bad life isn’t cooperating.

Chloe thinks her life is just about perfect. She’s finally got her psychic abilities under control, her relationship with her father has never been better, and she’s finally marrying her shape-shifter boyfriend Jorge. But when a teenage shape-shifter in need of help leads Jorge’s rival to their door, Chloe’s perfect life deserts her. Chloe’s mother and grandmother find themselves in a psychic feud that leaves Chloe caught in the wake, and a woman with suspect motives insinuates herself into Chloe’s life. Throw in a shocking revelation about the origins of her family’s extrasensory abilities, and she’s not sure she’ll make it down the aisle in one piece, let alone live long enough for a happily ever after…

And she thought meeting her in-laws was tough.

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Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

Buy links:


Author Bio:

I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr. I love to hear from readers. Connect with me:

NEW RELEASE – Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic – Dark Paranormal Romance

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Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

I Am, Indeed – 4 Moons:  ” Engrossing and detailed with plenty of twists, this was a fun read with a solid love conquers all things message.”

 

The soft, peppery aroma of poivron wood scented the air and Yeira worried she was under its influence.

The hunter seemed unaffected by the pheromone-like smoke. He stood between her and the fire, the snapping flames a perfect backdrop for his sizzling physique. His dark-blue gaze held hers as she approached, unwavering.

Yeira couldn’t read his expression. Would he welcome her touch? Was he interested in making love? The thick appendage at his groin didn’t count as evidence of his mood. He’d been sporting that for hours.

Moving toward him as if transfixed, Yeira stopped mere inches away. She dug her feet into the soft earth and swayed toward him, unabashedly wanton. Her head swam. Her pussy tightened under a wave of sheer lust. Her vision locked on his sexy mouth.

The hunter consumed her with his gaze, watching her from beneath a thick arc of lashes. The flames of the fire flickered in his dark eyes. Audie Kord looked like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was certain of getting it.

In that moment, when Yeira’s pussy convulsed with raging need, her nipples jutted against her soaked shirt, and lust tightened into a painful knot in her belly, she thought he might just be right.

It would take a monumental effort of will for her to resist his charms.

He lifted the flower and she looked at it, blinking. She’d already forgotten why she’d moved closer. In a desperate attempt to save herself, Yeira frowned. “You don’t need me to do that, hunter.”

“But it feels so much better coming from you.”

She shook her head, trying to clear it.

“Yeira?”

She looked up, catching his smoldering gaze. Big mistake. She sucked in a gasp and closed her eyes, her body swaying closer.

Heat enveloped her, filled with his distinctive scent, and Yeira imagined that he’d stepped closer. Something soft slipped across her cheek and her eyes snapped open. He held a large, velvety petal of the poivron flower between two, thick fingers and was sliding it over her skin. When she looked at him he was smiling.

Heated liquid slipped down her thigh at the sight. She was so hot…so needy…that even the slow curve of his mouth had her licking her lips in anticipation of tasting him.

The hunter tilted his head, dragging the petal down her throat and over the soaked and nearly transparent fabric of her shirt. She gulped as he slid the peppery petal over her nipple. It didn’t seem possible but somehow the hard little nub tightened and grew.

Her chest hurt and she realized she’d been holding her breath.

“You’re not wearing anything under that shirt.” His voice deepened a few octaves and caught on the last word, filled with wonder.

Yeira shook her head. “I don’t wear anything that might impede my movements.”

His gaze widened slightly and then did a slow perusal down her body, stopping where her thighs met in a throbbing, heated vee.

She swallowed hard, easily reading his thoughts. He was speculating about whether she wore panties. Terrified he would ask, she opened her mouth and spoke without thinking. “Give me that flower.” She immediately regretted the words but couldn’t take them back without embarrassing herself further.

His big hand lifted and opened. The slightly crushed flower lay in his palm.

Yeira grabbed it up, her fingertips scraping across the slightly roughened skin of his palm. The touch jolted through her like lightning and she tightened her thighs on a wave of lust.

 

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Red Sage Presents: Broken Armor by Bambi Lynn (Rated: 18+)

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Title: Broken Armor

Author: Bambi Lynn

Publisher: Red Sage Publishing

Link: hhttp://www.eredsage.com/store/BrokenArmor.html

Genre: Historical, Medieval, Romance, Erotic

Price: $4.25

Format: e-book

Release date: July 1, 2014

Isbn: 9781603108652

 

Description:

Ivy has grown up with this troupe of prostitutes, so she is not ignorant of relations between men and women. Imagine her disappointment and frustration when she finds it impossible to seduce the man she has chosen to be her first. How will she ever get a man to pay for it when she can’t even give it away for free?

Kier, reluctant to explain his impotence, tries to discourage Ivy. But he underestimates her determination. Without benefit of a modern day sex therapist, it is up to these medieval lovers to find a cure. Ivy’s antics while trying to learn all she can from her friends will have readers laughing out loud before racing for a cold shower.

Reader Alert! Ivelisse Sterling would rather become one of her father’s whores than marry a man of his choosing. But he and the women who helped raise Ivy want a different life for their little girl. The company’s plans are thrown into upheaval the moment Ivy sees the local blacksmith, Kier Dufrance and decides he will be her first customer. But Kier shows no interest in her attempts to seduce him. What kind of whore will Ivy be if she can’t even give it away for free?

To My Readers: I dreamed about my poor blacksmith years ago when I first began writing. I have worked on Ivy and Kier’s story on and off ever since. I love these two characters more than any other I’ve created and am thrilled that their love affair will finally be in print. Will the seduction techniques Ivy learns from a troupe of medieval prostitutes be enough for her to get her man?”

About the Author: “Yes, Bambi is my real name.”  I grew up on a farm in South Georgia. My high school was very small with a graduating class of less than 100 people. Shortly after high school, I met my wonderful husband who took me to Belgium, where a three-year tour turned into fifteen. While living in Europe, I nurtured my love of all things medieval. I often get homesick for Belgium, but with the world wide web, I’m home with the click of a mouse. I now live with my husband and son in North Alabama.

Excerpt

A dull ache started at the back of Kier’s neck. The girl was relentless.

Before the first time she had come round, he felt like a man who had been wandering alone for longer than he could remember. He had grown used to solitude. But now he yearned for her presence like the fire behind him yearned for air.

He clenched his teeth so hard his head pounded as though he banged it against the anvil. Yet he could not drag his gaze from her as he imagined what it would feel like to draw her into his hovel and crush her body against his.

It would be so easy to pull her beneath him, to slide his hand into those tight breeches that so erotically molded to her thighs and slip a finger or two into her silky quim. He instinctively knew she would already be wet, hot, open to his seduction. Inviting heart ache, he allowed the image of her naked body to fill his thoughts. He longed to feel the tangle of hair betwixt her legs as he stroked her. To hear her soft moans in his ear, her warm breath on his skin, as he brought her to the peak of pleasure.

His fingers itched to cup her breasts. To knead them and feel her hard nipples against his palms. The tiny pebbles had poked out at him yestermorn when he had first encountered her up at the castle. He recalled his first sight of her. Given the richness of her gown, he had thought her to be a high-born lady come to snare a husband from the spoils of the tournament.

He wanted to taste her so bad, his hunger increased tenfold.

He regarded her, piqued at the slow, tantalizing sway of her hips. He had been around enough ladies to know one would never have emerged unescorted from a lodging house nor been caught dead in such a get up as she currently wore.

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Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic – Sexy Dark Paranormal Romance

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Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

Booked Solid With Virginia C: “Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic is an involving adventure, a passionate love story, and a fascinating look into a fantasy-fueled future world.” 

Yeira stopped beside a sparkling, blue creek that wound across one end of the strange forest. “We can rest here.”

Audie looked skyward as a new round of frustrated shrieking sounded. The vultures circled high above the softly swaying branches of the droopy trees, their eerie red gazes hopefully scouring the ground. “We need to find shelter. It’s only a matter of time before they come in here after us.”

Yeira crouched beside the creek, cupping her hands and filling them with the clear blue water. She took a drink and splashed it over her face. “They won’t come in here. The marauders don’t like poivron trees.”

Audie looked at his arms. The bloody gashes hurt like hell but they weren’t bubbling and seething like his face the last time he bumped up against the disgusting birds. “You sure that water’s safe?”

Yeira looked at him, her bright blue gaze sliding over his wounds. “The reborn cleaned the poisons from this wood and coated it with cloaking magics. It’s protected and safe.” She looked around, a slight frown on her face. “For a while anyway. With the nest gone I feel the magic waning.”

Audie followed her lead and crouched beside the creek, submerging his hands and dousing his wounds with the cool, clean water. It stung but seemed a better alternative than infection.

Yeira disappeared and came back a moment later holding one of the fat, white flowers. “Here, give me your arms.”

“Why?”

Her gaze snapped with temper. “Seriously? You don’t trust me yet?”

He did trust her. Against his better judgment. But Audie wasn’t about to admit that. He shrugged. “Simmer down, woman. It was a simple question.”

She shook her head, clearly disgusted with him. “The poivron flower has great healing properties.” Yeira dug her fingertips into the flower’s center and ripped it in half. A thick gel oozed out of the orange middle and a sharp, peppery scent thickened on the air.

She dipped her fingers into the gel and reached for his arm. “This might sting a little.”

Her soft, tapered fingers slid over the ragged, red scratches on his forearms, gentle but firm. The gel went on cool but quickly heated on his skin, so much so that Audie grimaced from the heat. “You sure this is a good idea? It feels like it’s burning me.”

Her response was to dip her fingers again. “Give me your other arm.”

Audie held her determined gaze for a moment and then reluctantly did as she asked. A small smile curved her lips as she observed his reluctance. “Don’t be such a big baby.”

Audie’s irritation with her spiked, but her soft fingers rubbing his torn skin soothed it quickly away. Somehow the heat from the gel she was applying had moved south, causing a secondary fire in his groin.

“Take off your pants.”

Audie blinked, his eyes widening as he realized she was serious. “Um, I don’t think…”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Don’t worry, hunter, your virtue is safe with me. Those need tending to.” She jerked her head to indicate the deep gouges on his thigh.

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with them later.”

“No. The vulture’s claws aren’t poisonous like their saliva, but they’re hotbeds of disease. If we don’t cleanse and medicate those gouges right away you’ll get a raging infection and might even lose your leg.”

Audie swallowed hard. “Give me the flower, I can do it.” The heat in his groin flared and his cock thickened, jerking under the sticky leather pants. How did he warn her that he was commando under the leather?

“I swear to god, I’ve never seen such a baby. I promise I won’t look at you.”

Irritation flared again and Audie gave her a mean smile. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Audie shoved to his feet and reached for the band of his pants, tugging the fastener open. With his gaze fixed on Yeira’s so he could watch her reaction, he dragged his battle pants over his hips and down his thighs.

Her pretty gaze widened. She sucked in a breath as his rock-hard cock popped free, dancing on the air between them.

Yeira licked her lips, murmuring, “Good god in heaven.”

Audie lifted an eyebrow. “I tried to warn you.”

“Shut up, Hunter.” She swallowed visibly, her gaze never wavering from his cock. “Just shut the hell up.” Her delicate fingers twitched as if she wanted to reach across the space and touch him. Suddenly Audie wanted that too.

 

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