New Sexy Siesta Release & Giveaway!

“Two former Recon Marines, one sexy Latina and only twenty-four

hours to uncover who is behind the attempt on her life.”

I’m so excited to announce the release of Sunrise for Three!

The third novella in my Sexy Siesta series follows Marc and Colt, two former Recon Marines, and their sexy Latina secretary as they struggle against the deadly forces of a hidden threat while exploring the burning desires all three share.

Want a taste? Here’s a little sweet treat for Halloween!

GIVEAWAY!

After reading the excerpt, leave a comment including your email addy and be entered to win a Kindle copy of either His by Sunrise or Tequila Sunset. I’ll pick one winner for each title.

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EXCERPT

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Marc shoved the curtains aside and threw open the large window in Mia’s room. Thank God she had the room with the porch below. He pulled Mia to his side while Colt eased out to set a perimeter. “We’re going out through here. Once we get across the roof, Colt will help you down. When we hit the ground, haul ass for the southwest tree line and don’t look back.”

Colt called back to them through the window in a low, rushed voice, “Clear to move. This place is like a damn tinderbox, people. Flames have already started on the support beams. Let’s double time it.” He looked to Mia, lips hardened in a determined flat line.

She gave a sharp nod, then answered, “Ready.”

That’s my girl.

Colt offered Mia a hand. She tucked the revolver in the back of her waistband then grasped their extended hands for balance while she climbed out the window. They crossed the roof of the porch, keeping to the shadows, pausing every few feet to scope out the surroundings. He hoped whoever was attacking Mia’s house was still keeping to the south side where they entered her property line, but he doubted it. They had a slim window of time to get Mia to safety and he wasn’t going to miss it.

Colt eased down the side with the help of lattice on the side of the house. Mia lowered herself with the help of Colt and Marc followed.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, Colt threw up the sign to hold tight. Mia paused and kneeled, following Colt’s example.

Marc leaned forward to speak low next to her ear, “Colt will clear the area around the side of the house. When he returns we’ll hoof it to the tree line. He’ll go first, you in the middle and I’ll bring up the rear. Are there any motion lights on this side of the house we need to know about?”

“Yes, once we get ten yards out from the side of the house, it will flick on.”

Shit. Might as well put a bull’s eye on their asses.

With his sidearm drawn, Colt peeled off and maneuvered around the side of the house. They needed to know how close the hostiles were to their position.

“Clear on this side. Let’s go.” Marc nodded at Colt and pulled Mia to her feet. He held her gaze and put it out there in black and white. “Don’t stop. Don’t look back and sure as fuck don’t trip.”

“You might find I’m a good runner.” A hint of arrogance colored her words. Good—she’d need that confidence when the rounds started flying.

“We ready or are we going to stand here and chat all night?” Colt spoke up from his left.

“Go. Now.”

Sunrise for Three Copyright © Talina Perkins 2014

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Book Covers: What elements attract you to a cover.

Once upon a time, book covers weren’t as graphic as they are now. And given the times, people still bought those books despite the lack of a graphic content that is sexually appealing. I for one , don’t mind a cover either way.

If that wasn’t enough, I find it even more upsetting when cover artist through some small presses only slaps on two images and says “Here you go!” I’ve noticed some pretty sloppy work lately, and I’m not impressed. Not to mention authors have to pay for changes when the artist is way off?! I completely disagree. If it looks sloppy and the author notices, believe me, so will a reader. Why should an author have to pay for the changes? I mean…if they have to pay for it, then I’m pretty sure one could find a pre-made or source out their own cover artist to carry out the vision. Anyhow…enough of my rambling and pet peeves.

What I will do is show you some pretty gorgeous covers I absolutely adore:

 

 

 

If these beautiful covers aren’t enough, here are two links to two of my personal favorite cover artists:

Jon Paul

Erin Dameron-Hill

Silver Phoenix Labs

Seductive Designs

And…how about a cover I made for an upcoming release in 2015? ;-)

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What elements of book covers help sway you into buying said book? I’d love to hear from you.

 

 

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Where to Now?

Whenever I go out of town I always get some great ideas and usually have a chance to write. That didn’t happen this time. Which is okay, but I also took a day to recuperate and the voices started chattering in my head. I’ve had a lot to think about over the last several months concerning my writing career.

Disillusionment with some e-publishers has sparked a lot of dissatisfaction, and I really had to take a step back to find out what it was that I needed to do. There was only one visible or even viable answer for me; to step out on my own and do what so many others have done before me. Yes, self-publish my precious stories.

Being an indie author isn’t easy. The burden of the publishing process will fall entirely on my shoulders, but I know I’m up for the task. I know what to do and am anticipating a more regular production schedule. Now I just need to practice that discipline I used to have for keeping my butt in the chair. :-)

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Sexy Halloween Read

Just in time for Halloween, Bound to Submit is the perfect sexy read if you like bondage, reunited lovers, and a fun Halloween haunted house setting. I had a lot of fun writing this story. It wasn’t the first book I ever wrote, but it was the first to get published many years ago, Now it has new life and an expanded story line.

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Excerpt:

“All you have to do is scream your head off whenever the door is opened,” Lisa was saying.

“What?”

Lisa sighed. “Pay attention, hon. I have to get everyone else set up too.”

“Sorry.”

“We’ll be taking groups through the house one at a time. They’ll have to wait their turn in the spider web room. Cool, huh? Dark and spooky, ya know?” Lisa glanced at Kelly over her shoulder with a big grin.

“Getting them into the mood.” Kelly was already spooked.

“Anticipation can be pretty powerful, especially in the right atmosphere.”

Kelly rubbed her wrist again.

“When it’s really busy, you could be on every fifteen minutes or so,” Lisa went on. Kelly tried to pay attention while nerves buzzed through her body. “I’m going to be bringing each group through the house, telling scary stories to lead up to each room. The doors will be closed until I open them. So when your door is opened, you need to scream for help at the top of your lungs and the villain will charge the door with his weapon and the group will scream and I’ll close the door again. Nothing to it. You just have to be ready when I slam the door open.”

“Got it.” Tied to a bed. Straining at the ropes. Begging for help. Why was she getting all excited at the thought? Kelly knew it was wrong. She should be frightened. She was frightened…by how aroused she was at the thought. By the way her nipples were prickling. The way her skin tingled. Her panties were already damp.

She should be ashamed of herself.

They passed by the first door at the top of the stairs. Looking down the long, straight hall with all the doorways, Kelly could believe the bordello stories. Back in the day, had any one of the women found herself tied to a bed behind closed doors? Had she been frightened? Or had she shivered with anticipation? Or even delight? Might she have longed for the feeling of being restrained? Might she have lain there helpless, looking up into the eyes of a tall, muscular man who had her at his mercy…and felt a sense of rightness?

No. There was nothing right about that.

“Matt Dunn and Kyle Parker are ghosts in the first room,” Lisa said. “You’ve got the second room on the left.”

“Wait, Lisa,” Kelly called out. “Who’s going to be the villain?”

Who was she going be shut up with? Tied up with? At the mercy of?

But Lisa was already pushing the door open. Faded red flocked wallpaper covered the walls of the large bedroom. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, covered with a black bedspread. The light from the cut glass chandelier threw long shadows across the worn wood floor.

“Hey, you look great!” But Lisa wasn’t talking to Kelly, she was addressing someone already in the room.

Kelly froze in the doorway as a tall masked man, dressed from head to toe in black, stepped away from the bed. A black hood covered his entire head except for holes for his eyes and mouth. The sleeveless black T-shirt clung to his sculpted chest and his muscled arms were tanned. Black pants and shoes completed the intimidating outfit.

Her heart pounded so loudly she couldn’t hear what Lisa was saying. “Dress? Did you say something about a dress?”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “You can change behind that screen in the corner. The dress is on the chair behind it.”

No way was she going to be taking off her clothes in the same room with…who was this masked man? This tall masked man dressed like a…a…

Kelly whipped around to look at Lisa. Wasn’t she supposed to be her friend? “What’s wrong with what I have on?”

“Jeans and sweatshirt don’t project the same damsel in distress image as a dress,” Lisa said, already walking toward the hallway, ignoring Kelly’s pleading look. “Gotta run. You and Mason can work everything else out.” She glanced at her watch. “You’ve got less than half an hour before the first group will be coming through. Be ready.” Then she was out the door, shutting it behind her.

How could Lisa have done this to her? She knew Kelly had broken things off with Mason. Of course, Kelly had never confessed why, but her best friend had to have known it would be awkward for the two of them to be shut up in this room together.

The slam of the door echoed in the silence. Kelly turned around slowly and looked up into the deep, dark eyes staring at her out of the mask. Of course, it was Mason. Hadn’t she known it the moment she stepped into the room? Her hands shook as she clasped them together in front of her.

Oh God, it was Mason.

He slid the mask off his head with one large hand. His eyes were what had first attracted her to him, and they were still like melted dark chocolate. His head was shaved as always, but there was a shadowy hint of hair on his head and an even darker trace along his jaw. The diamond stud in his ear twinkled beneath the light from the chandelier.

He looked so good. There was a part of her that still wanted to throw her arms around him. To feel his arms around her. His lips on her. His hands on her.

But he’d wanted more than she could give him.

“Hello, Kelly.” His deep voice was a touch amused.

Indignation made her cheeks burn. She didn’t find anything amusing in the situation. He was the one man whose mere touch frightened her, because it made her desire things she shouldn’t want. Made her crave things she didn’t understand. Just a glance from him made her tremble and made her want to drop to her knees before him.

Right now the thought of being tied to that bed with Mason standing over her froze her to the spot at the end of the bed. She avoided his eye, but in doing so focused her attention on the bed, the black velvet bedspread, and the tall thick bedposts at each corner. Would he stretch her tight when he tied her to the bedposts? Or would he give her wiggle room? And the thought of her body squirming beneath Mason’s heated gaze made her shiver.

But was it from fear? Or excitement?

Or even anticipation?

“No words for me, Kelly?”

She had to clear her throat before she could speak. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what we’re doing here.”

He took a couple of steps toward her and her heart beat faster. “We’re helping stock the food bank and having a little fun.”

She let out a short bark of a laugh. “Fun? You call this fun?”

“Sure. What do you call acting out in a haunted house?” He took another step toward her and it took all her concentration not to back away from him. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

But if she were to be honest with herself, she’d admit he didn’t intimidate her in the least. He excited her. Tempted her. And wasn’t that the real problem?

Have a great Halloween and pick up Bound to Submit if you want a hot, sexy read to get you in the mood!

Natasha

www,natashamoore.com

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Goodbye Cowboy! Hello world!

While creating a story, I have a love/hate battle with my characters. One minute I’m thinking I’m pure genius, and the very next I’m shaking my head at the crap I just vomited on a word doc. I think all writers experience this roller coaster. I find myself anxious to write “The End” but when it comes, I have bittersweet emotion. Each day we spend with our characters is an uphill/downhill array of feelings–anger to joy to desperation to elation…you name it. How can we write a hero and heroine without falling in love? They become a reality to a writer and then we must prepare to say “goodbye” as we send them on down the river to readers. We’re like the proud parent sitting in the audience at a child’s performance–fingers crossed, teary-eyed and knees wobbly–hoping our baby does their best. After all, we’ve nurtured them and loved them. I hated/loved saying goodbye to Tucker and Hope. I enjoyed their battle of wits, the challenges of facing past heartbreak, and of course the hot sex. Tucker seemed just an average cowboy at first, but with a bit of polishing, he became a gem. I hope you’ll read Tucker and Hope’s story, how tragedy can turn to triumph, and enjoy connecting with them as much as I did writing them.

One commenter will win a $5 GC for Amazon. Good luck!

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Excerpt:

Lifting her knees, she planted her feet on the cover, still playing with her breasts as she smoothed her free hand to the apex of her thighs. Moist heat met the tips of her fingers. Her clit throbbed, begging for a touch. She skimmed the backs of her knuckles along the smooth lips before sliding one finger along the creamy slit.

She held her breath, relaxing into the sensitivity of the swollen bud. Her sex was slick with arousal, making it easy to glide her finger along the swollen curves. She wanted to loosen up, to allow herself a moment to bask in the natural release of her body. She craved Tucker…wanted him, but she couldn’t have him.

Nibbling her bottom lip, she imagined having her mouth on his body. To have her lips and tongue on his most sensitive part until he came and she swallowed his cream.

Pulses swept through her. She was so close…

“Hope?”

Oh. My. God.

She jerked her hand up and lifted her head, her gaze meeting Tucker’s curiosity straight on. He was eyeing her hungrily. So wrapped up in the moment, she hadn’t heard the shower turn off or the door open. How long had he been watching? What should have been a cold splash of invisible water across her secret moment instead made tingles bursts through her pussy lips. Knowing he had watched her turned her on even more.

She slipped her gaze to where his jeans set low on his hips and a good-sized bulge behind his zipper.

“I knocked. You didn’t answer.” His voice was thick and husky. As if he’d sprinted a mile.

“I-I…didn’t…”

“Of course not.” His eyes twinkled.

She stood at the edge of a cliff. She could ask him to leave, or she could invite him to stay. A tug of war between emotion and her future loomed like a dark cloud.

And in less than a second, she knew what she had to do.

Want your cowboy now?

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Doing the Count Down to Release – Deputy’s Bride

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Hi, everyone,

Only five days until the next book in my Naked Bluff, Texas series will be released.

 

The Deputy’s Bride explores the erotic adventures of the old west.

Warning – this is one hot book.

 

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 Deputy’s Bride is an erotic, historical western that is a stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA.

Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling.

Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head. Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

Excerpt:

“I have certain expectations. Some of which others might not understand.” Bo recalled his conversation with his brother. He had shot down the idea of a woman living on the ranch, claiming Bo didn’t spend enough time at home to warrant a wife.

Bo had to agree, but he also knew Chase. He never objected to having the companionship of a lady, as long as he participated in the fun of fucking her. Now, Bo intended to make sure they both approved of the arrangement so all of their needs would be satisfied.

She popped another button free and shifted her hips onto the surface of the bed. “And what would those be?”

Staring at the swell of her breasts over the top of her corset, he knocked back the rest of his water and set the glass on the floor. “I’m a demanding lover and don’t want an innocent virgin to blush every time I slap her ass.”

He dropped his gaze. “I’m looking for a woman who will spread her legs, when I tell her and show me her pussy.”

“Like this?” Sarah caught the skirt of her dress and lifted it above her knees.

He’d noticed her bare legs, after he’d arrived at the cabin. Sparking the idea of her being naked under her red, silk dressing gown, he waited impatiently to discover the answer. His gaze lit on the creamy length of her thighs, and he stared at the blonde bush between her legs. “Yes, now, put your feet on the railing of the bed and let me see your pretty cunt.”

She smiled and obeyed by settling back on the bed. The wide expand of her knees provided the perfect view of her intimate, pink folds.

He groaned hungry for a sample of her rich cream. “Did your husband ever ask you to show yourself to other men?”

With a brief nod, she slid the last button of her gown open, exposing her trim waist and off-white corset. He spotted the small dimple of her navel and envisioned dipping his tongue into the tiny divot.

“Did he let them taste you?” Bo unhooked his belt and shifted restlessly in his chair. He had to see how far he could push her, so he’d know if she’d go along with his plan.

“Yes.” She stood, pulled off her robe and walked forward in her corset alone. “Micah liked to watch other men play with me until I became so hot, I’d beg.”

Damn, that’s exactly what he longed to hear. Bo grabbed her around the waist and drew her between his legs. He breathed in her sweet scent and rubbed his face against the soft flesh of her belly. “What did you beg for?”

He pictured her with one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and another in her ass. A fire burned through him, igniting his lust. Blood pooled in his groin.

She tunneled her hands through his hair and tugged, drawing his head back. Her gaze met his with a wicked challenge. “I thought tonight was purely about you and me.”

Tempted beyond his endurance, Bo shifted her back enough to stand. “It is, but someday soon I plan to invite someone else to join the fun.”

“Does that mean you plan to marry me?” She worked her fingers over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as she went.

“It’s why I’m here, and also the reason why we’re heading for my ranch tomorrow.” He dipped his head and nibbled at the corner of her mouth. So soft, he longed to dive right in and swallow her whole. Instead, he took his time, tempting, teasing, playing with her lips until she opened for his probing tongue.

He pulled her tighter against his chest, and her suppleness fed his hunger. His kiss grew more demanding with the long, wet strokes of his tongue plunging in and out. He made love to her mouth. He craved so much more and captured her waist. With a quick bend, he swept her up in his arms.

She shifted as if to break away, but he didn’t release his hold. Instead, in less than ten seconds, he had her spread out on the mattress and released her to shuck off his clothes.

His shirt hit the floor, then his pants. He glanced up to catch her green-eye gaze. A spark of concern prompted him to ask, “Am I going too fast for you?”

Release date is Oct. 31.

Anita Philmar

www.anitaphilmar.com

 

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My NaNoWriMo Novel – Pack of Lies by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #werewolf #paranormal #erotic #romance

Hi everyone,

As NaNoWriMo approaches once again, I thought it’d be a good time to talk about my NaNoWriMo project for last year (it’s a paranormal, so it’s doubly topical with Halloween almost upon us). So here goes…

 

If you’d have said to me two years ago—maybe even just a year ago—that I would “win” NaNoWriMo, I’d have laughed at you. For those of you that don’t know, NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is a yearly challenge which takes place in November. Writers sign up via the website and challenge themselves to write 50,000 words in a month—in order words, a novel. Or at least a good chunk of one.

I’m not a fast writer, but then nor am I a slow one. I sit comfortably somewhere in the middle. But for some reason, last year I decided I was going to give NaNoWriMo a go. I’d already done a ton of research for the novel I intended to work on next, all I needed to do was getting the planning done and I’d be ready to go. And so, having worked out that I’d have to write 2,500 per day for twenty days (I don’t work weekends, so I had to remove weekend days from the equation), I figured it was still achievable.

Come the 1st of November I was signed up, had everything planned out and once I opened that Word document, I quickly started to fill it with words. I’m a bit of a word count watcher when I write, anyway, so the only difference was, rather than simply updating the widget in my website’s sidebar, I would also update on the NaNoWriMo website. I started off really well, and was achieving my target each day. Of course, I dropped behind my “buddies” at weekends, but soon caught up again on weekdays.

I have to admit, it was addictive. Granted, I’d already done an awful lot of hard work before opening that Word document, but it didn’t mean the writing was easy, especially as it was the most complex piece of work I’d written to date. But somehow, come the 29th November (the 30th was a Saturday, and so the 29th was my finish date), I did it. I hopped over that 50,000 word mark, copied and pasted the text into the NaNoWriMo site to get it validated, and received my winner’s certificate and badge. It was a fantastic feeling—I’d done it!

However, the novel was far from finished. The challenge had really broken the back of it, but I knew I still had a long way to go. I didn’t stop writing, but I admit from the 50k mark until the end was a lot slower going because I didn’t have that urgency pushing me to write faster. Not to mention during November, I’d rejigged my days to make writing my priority.

Finally, in the New Year of 2014, I finished the book. It was almost twice the length it had been at the end of November—95,000 words. So personally, I still think I did pretty damn well to write it in that period of time, and I’m delighted to see it out there for people to read and hopefully enjoy. Sadly, personal circumstances dictate that I won’t be able to take part in NaNoWriMo this year, but hopefully I can do it again next year – it certainly spurred me on :)

The book has been incredibly well received so far, with lots of four and five star reviews—so if you’re a paranormal romance fan, I hope you’ll check it out!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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packoflies01Excerpt:

As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”

“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.

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pack-of-liesBlurb:

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.

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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

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Halloween is Hotter in Deadwood! Get Randi Alexander’s All Flash No Cash only $.99

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Here’s the book blurb for All Flash No Cash: When bar owner CJ Overton hires Pete Gonally to paint a motorcycle for a charity giveaway, she expects him to do it her way. After all, he’s a small-time rancher, and graphic arts is just his hobby. But Pete comes back with his own ideas, and sparks fly as tension builds between them. The only way to relieve the pressure is one hot night in her bed. Just one. But Pete wants more.

Pete lets CJ think he’s just a farm boy, but working on the oil field for years, he’s accumulated a small fortune. CJ’s dream future includes selling the bar, leaving Deadwood, and traveling the world. Attaching herself to a hayseed like Pete would only ruin her chances. How can Pete convince CJ that falling for a “dirt-poor farmer” will make her happier than anything she’d ever find outside of her small town of Deadwood, South Dakota?

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“Fucking…” Pete murmured the word against her mouth, his hand on her wrist twisted her arm behind her, tugging her flat against him. Opening his mouth, he lashed his tongue between CJ’s lips, past her teeth, and deep into her mouth, rolling her tongue with his.

Against her belly, his hard erection pressed hot through his jeans.

His kiss turned frantic. He found every crevice of her mouth and tasted it, he sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit it lightly.

Her stomach jittered as heat flooded her down low, tightening her insides, swelling and pulsing in her pussy lips, juicing slick and dangerous between her thighs.

His free hand grabbed her breast, palming it roughly, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb.

With a cry, her head dropped back, breaking the riotous kiss, breaking any willpower she had left for resisting this dirt farmer. “Show me, Pete. Take me now.”

His growl shook along his entire body, transferring to hers in sweet, naughty chills. Releasing her, he tore open her blouse, buttons popping and skittering along the floor. Then her bra, rended in half with one tug, and her breasts chilled in the cool air.

When she looked at him, everything heated again. He stared at her breasts, his eyes dark, his breathing fast, and his body stiff. “You sure now, CJ?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to her nipple.

He immediately fastened his lips around it and suckled, bending her back over his arm.

Letting go, she closed her eyes and just felt. Nips and bites, laps and sucks, that sent bursts of desire flooding her bloodstream.

Suddenly, her feet weren’t on the ground, he sat her on the dining room table and stepped back. With one tug, he popped all the snaps on his shirt and tore it off.

CJ wanted to reach out, touch the light furring of blond hair on his strong pecs, grip those big biceps and play in the crevices of his ab muscles. She reached for his belt and he stepped closer, pushing her legs wider, tightening the denim of her skirt close to ripping.

“Go ahead, boss lady. Do what you want.” His words came out almost nasty.

A quick gaze at his face showed CJ he was watching her hands. Maybe she’d misinterpreted his tone. But did she care? Right now, she wanted into his pants. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped, then shoved his jeans down.

His cock pressed tight to his red briefs, and he tugged them down, too, releasing a beautiful hard-on, eight inches of thick, pulsing, creaming delight.

Stroking a finger over his slit, she stared into his eyes. When she sucked her finger, his whole body vibrated. “Mmmm.”

“You’ll get your chance at a taste. Right now, fast and rough, me inside you.” Pete tugged the hem of her skirt up as he pushed her backward.

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Revvin’ It Up

 

 

Hello dear friends! Today I’m sharing my passion for bikes and motorheads. There’s something soooo sexy about a man who can fix things. Find one of these men willing to help a gal around her broken-down engine and you never have to worry about being stranded on the interstate or charging a huge car repair bill to your credit card!

 

 

I love to look at bikes. Sleek steel, each outfitted to reflect the owner’s personality. So when a man rode into the music studio where my daughter takes violin lessons, I perked up. He was broad-shouldered and his jeans hung perfectly low on his hips as he climbed off his bike and got his daughter off the seat behind. Then he unstrapped her violin and handed it to her. Then I recognized them. He usually drives a humble sedan.

 

 

This is the stuff of fantasies, people! A hot divorced dad with a bike!

 

 

Then…(cue horror music scream)…I looked at his feet. Women do that, you know. We drink in the whole package and analyze how we could improve it with a nice shopping trip. I expected to see hot Harley-riding boots. But no. Hot divorced biker dad was wearing…

 

 

Crocs.

 

Immediately my mind jumped into full book mode and I hope to tell his story next. In the meantime, meet Drake from HEART TIES. War vet, bomb-toting, tattoo-sporting, gorgeous biker with a soft spot for a certain female. You bet your ass he wears the right boots and you’ll have to keep reading this series to see why the other guy wears the Crocs!

 

Read on for a smoldering excerpt of HEART TIES, now up for pre-order and available on Nov 6!

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His throat worked, and his eyes grew warm and liquid again. Cradling her face, he gazed at her as if his look could heal her. “I’ll make them pay.”

A small thrill went through her, but she shook her head. “It’s not important now.”

The crease between his dark brows cleared, and he leaned in. She quivered, mouth tipped up, ready for those scorching kisses.

But only his breath touched her skin. His lips hovered over the bruise on one cheek, then the other. When his warm, dry lips brushed her skin, she gasped, unable to fill her lungs with enough air.

“Delta.” He crushed his mouth to hers even as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks. In three steps he hit the bed and spread her under him. The bulge in his jeans perfectly fit tightly against her pussy, and she began to pulsate in time to her heart.

He angled his head and gave her his tongue. She yanked him down, drowning in his taste and feel. Needing so much more.

The bite of his belt buckle against her lower belly was oh, so good. She arched under him, throwing herself into the kiss.

His growl vibrated her chest, and her nipples peaked. She ached to touch him. Since she’d met him she’d dreamed of his chiseled jaw and hard lips, the planes of his back and those hips holding up low-slung jeans.

She kicked off her shoes and slid her foot up his leg.

Shock bled into her haze of passion, and he lifted his head, laughing. “Didn’t know it’s not just a titanium foot, did you?”

“No. How far up does it go?”

He took her hand and ran it over his bulging thigh muscle to straps and finally plastic that must hold the titanium leg and foot.

She met his gaze. “How?”

“Being a dumbass.”

Ever had mentioned Drake was in Afghanistan. Did he consider losing a limb for his country stupid?

He was staring at her, eyes clear green pools. “Are you okay with it?”

This time she took his hand. She guided it over her breast and hardened nipple. His primal groan was a good answer.

They rolled on the sagging mattress, bodies meshed, rocking and stripping each other. Her black T-shirt and leopard-print bra were no match for him, and his cut and shirt hit the floor.

Small squeaking gasps emitted from her as he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. Dizzy with lust, she closed her eyes, but not for long. She wanted to see every tattooed inch of his gorgeous body.

She traced each with her gaze. Stars that must represent the Marines, curling script across his chest that said Brother at Arms. A Harley insignia on his upper biceps, spider web across his elbow. Wings, flames, the Hell’s Sons’ skeleton on a bike shooting flames from the tailpipe. She followed the inky lines over his flesh, discovering a serpent coiled on his abs and more words—blood brother, freedom.

His gaze tracked her but he lay dead still. She moved to his hands which spelled out Hell’s Sons with stars riding each knuckle above. The other arm bore a myriad of guns, knives, and a bleeding heart.

His throat worked as she moved upward. “Do you have a favorite?”

“I think I do.” Her pulse hammered in her temples, and she opened her mouth over the cross on his neck, right over his Adam’s apple.

He tasted of salt and man and everything good.

She kissed from one intricate section of the cross to the opposite, then down and up, licking a path over his smooth jaw. Releasing a long sigh, he tipped his head back to give her access.

When she reached his mouth, he growled and sucked her tongue deeply. They rolled, his heavy thigh wedged between hers, rocking against her swollen clit until her panties were a useless, soggy scrap.

His weight pressed her into the bed, and he trapped her hair under one fist. “My turn.”

Oh God.

He started at her collarbone where a feminine black vine with tiny pink blossoms curled down to her shoulder, sprouting into reds, blues, and purples. He traced curlicues around each petal, raising the fine hairs on her body. He ended at her wrist and a tiny daisy tattoo on the underside.

Pinching one finger lightly between his, he raised it to his mouth. As he snaked his tongue around her knuckle and down to the soft flesh below her thumb, she writhed.

“I can see there’s more, and I’m going to kiss every goddamn flower on this beautiful body of yours. Then I’m going to lick your pussy until you want to ink my name into your skin.”

 

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Kicking it Sexy Siesta Style & New Release News!

I’m so excited to be a part of this fabulous group of talented authors! Since this is my first post with the 69’s ;) (yeah, couldn’t resist!) here’s the low down on me and a little on what I write.

I’m from an Irish/Scottish background, born and raised in North Carolina, who now lives in sunny Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. After reading an article on writing romance by Holly Lisle I jumped off the wagon everyone shoved me on heading toward the typical nine-to-fiver and picked up pen and paper instead.

That was six year ago.

There have been a lot of ups and downs that almost led me to tossing out this crazy gig, but I stuck it out and I’m now looking at my fourth release this October 31st.

Yeah, baby! (said in my best Austin Power’s voice)

When I set out to publish I never thought I’d turn to the spicy sub-genre of erotic romance, yet three novellas later, here I am and planning more hot love stories for readers to hopefully enjoy.

Another sub-genre I never thought I would write in is military romance. Guns, fight scenes, and kick-ass alpha heroes with a fetish for the wild side are kinda my thang, but writing it…err…not so much. Then I meet Captain Blake Mitchell from His by Sunrise. He pushed his sexy smooth talking self into my head and brought along his friends, Gabriel, Marc, Colt, and to my surprise, Joel Cordona.

After a week of listening in on their conversations and witnessing their camaraderie the Sexy Siesta series was born. I knew I had to write their stories and give them each a heroine who could tame their alpha male, possessive, too damn-sexy-for-their-own-good trouble making tendencies. ;)

Originally the Sexy Siestas were planned as a novella series, but my editor coaxed me ever so gently into flexing my muscles and going bigger, giving each of the characters from the novellas their full length stories. How could I refuse? I wanted to revisit my sexy bad-ass Recon Marines, and after reading the feedback from readers, I discovered I wasn’t the only one who wanted more.

So I’m making the announcement on 69 Shades of Smut first…the Sexy Siesta series is growing! It’s packed with emotion, high stakes drama, and heat. Lots of heat!

Here’s the full list on what is out now, soon-to-be-released, and coming in 2015 for the Sexy Siesta Series:

NOVELLAS:

His BY Sunrise-Captain Blake Mitchell and Isabella Marie’s novella –OUT NOW

Tequila Sunset- 1st Lieutenant Gabriel Daniels and Esmeralda Vega’s novella—OUT NOW

Sunrise for Three-Mark Dangere, Mia Vega, & Colt Dessire’s novella—Releasing Oct. 31st!!

FOURTH NOVELLA— JOEL CORDONA –TO BE ANNOUNCED

FULL LENGTHS:

Controlled Heat-Blake and Isabella’s Full length— May 2015

Tropical Heat-Gabriel & Esmeralda’s Full-length— August 2015

Relentless Heat-Marc, Mia, & Colt’s Full-length—November 2015

JOEL CORDONA’S FULL LENGTH—TO BE ANNOUNCED

I have a full plate of writing ahead of me and I’m anxious and excited to write each and every story. Since Joel made an impromptu appearance later in the series I’m still working on pulling his novella and full-length together, but it will be true to the series—high octane and sizzling romance all rolled up in a HEA…promise!

Next up to hit the digital shelves is Sunrise for Three. This novella follows two former Recon Marines and a sexy heart-melting Latina they’ve come to love, but soon find out has a vengeful Mexican drug lord hot on her trail. Here’s a look at the cover and blurb to hold you over until its release on Halloween. ;)

Sunrise For Three200x300Two stalwart former Recon Marines…

Marc Dangere and Colt Dessire,  forced to retire from injuries sustained from a roadside bombing, decide there’s only one thing left for two elite former Recon Marines—serve and protect through their own securities company, Re-Con.

One sexy, heart-melting Latina with trouble hot on her trail…

Mia Vega is fearless when it comes to standing her ground. Shedding the shackles of a tragic childhood, Mia accepts the first stable job opportunity that comes along in hopes of building a strong future for herself.  With every passing day Mia finds it harder to resist her desire for both her bosses— two of the sexiest men she’d ever laid eyes on. Determined to reach out and take what she wants, Mia sets a plan of seduction in motion that will either get her fired or land her right where she wants to be—caught between danger and desire.

One deserted beach and only one night to claim her as theirs.

Marc and Colt have had their sights set on their new secretary, beautiful Mia Vega. They’ve kept their distance, waiting for the right time to share their feelings. But all bets are off when a dangerous predator begins striking out against Mia. To protect her, Marc and Colt take her under their protection, whisking her away to their safe haven until they can figure out who’s behind the attempt on her life. Once alone with her, neither man can contain the burning desire to claim her.

Can Marc and Colt keep Mia safe while exploring their passions? Or will fate rob them of a happiness all three have longed for their whole lives?

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Thanks for stopping by! Until next time…keep it sexy!

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