Monthly Archives: September 2013

Guest Paloma Beck: Do We Consciously Decide our Sexual Preference?

Do we consciously decide our sexual preference? I saw a video recently where straight people were asked when they decided to be straight. Hey, it’s a question those in alternative lifestyles get all the time and it was amusing to watch the light bulb go off for these people. Check it out.

So, it got me thinking beyond just the gay/ non-gay worlds… what about all alternative lifestyles? Are we born with our predilections? You know – our kinks. I think we are. When I began plotting Hold My Hand, I found a poem I wrote in my high school Creative Writing class. At age sixteen, I had no idea the poem connected with a story I would later write. Heck, I’m not even sure I thoroughly understood what the poem meant. Now as a more mature woman, I read the poem and nodded… and nodded… and nodded some more. It all made sense now. I’d known all along what I needed. It was already there inside me. Did I decide it? Nope. I was just who I was.

I am who I am and you are who you are. We should be celebrating ourselves – our individuality, our uniqueness and those communities in which we belong.

TALK TO ME: Do you agree? Be sure to watch the video and then COMMENT below. I’ll give one ebook copy of Hold My Hand to one randomly selected COMMENTER.


Written by Paloma Beck, age 16

He reaches to Hold My Hand

And I walk into the unknown.

I cling to the possibility

As I escape into the forbidden.

He whispers Hold My Hand

And I lay myself before him.

I hunger for his offering

As I soar to new heights.

He reaches to Hold My Hand

And I am touched by grace.

I am set free through my bonds

As I reach to Hold his Hand.


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Hold My Hand

Author: Paloma Beck

Series: Heart And Soul, Book 1

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Elements: BDSM-lite, Consensual Adult Spanking

Release Date: April 1, 2013





Hold My Hand is an erotic contemporary BDSM-lite romance about Aubrey, a young woman filled with hurt, and William, a man who can’t walk away. They’re navigating through a relationship that may have too many hurdles… or perhaps not, as long as she can hold his hand.

Hold My Hand hints at the heroine’s childhood experiences of emotional abuse. Aubrey has been hurt in the past, discouraged and degraded by a heartless father. Still, William sees something in her that won’t allow him to walk away. Instantly drawn to her but intuitive enough to take it slowly, he courts her. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until he ensnares Aubrey with his commanding nature.

Hold My Hand introduces the heroine to domestic discipline. Despite the fight she puts up in accepting William’s lifestyle, the bonds he places on Aubrey give her a freedom she desperately needs. In this most unlikely way, together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.

Enjoy an EXCERPT ©Paloma Beck, 2013

“Stop right there, little elf, before our fun afternoon turns into a session in obedience. Do not belittle yourself. No more of that,” William held my chin as he spoke. He knew as well as I did that I would’ve ducked my head at the reprimand. He kissed me lightly before whispering, “You’re perfect to me.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t help my response. It was so ingrained in me that I was unworthy that accepting his words as truth was near impossible. William squeezed my jaw enough to be uncomfortable. “Repeat after me,” he said. “I am perfect.”

I pulled back, hoping he’d let me go and knowing at the same time it wasn’t likely. “I can’t.” Tears began to pool in my eyes and I blinked to hold them back.

“I’m going to hold your hand every step of the way until you realize just how perfect you are,” William breathed the words into my ear as one hand remained on my chin while the other stroked my hair. “Now, repeat it. I am perfect.”

The pause was too long and I heard William growl so I whispered, “I am prefect.”

“You are perfect,” he said as he looked into my eyes, “Say it again.”

“I am perfect,” I whispered again, uncomfortable and fidgeting with my hands.

“Louder,” William commanded. His voice wrought with the tone of a man with whom you shouldn’t argue.

“I am perfect,” I said with an indoor voice my kindergarten teacher would approve of.

“You are perfect. Now louder still.”

“Will…” he shook his head and my words immediately stopped.

“Repeat the words, Aubrey, just the words. We’re going to do this until you believe them.”

“I won…” again, he cut my words off with the shake of his head and a stern look.

Tears blurred my sight as I continued to blink them away but succeeded only in pushing them down my cheeks. Once they began to fall, I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wanted so badly to stop them before he became angry with me. I kept my gaze averted. I looked at my feet, afraid of the sight of William mad.

“Look at me,” William used his thumb to pull my chin up again. “Look. At. Me.” His sternly spoken words set me on edge but I followed his command. When my eyes met his, I saw something I couldn’t comprehend. I saw sympathy. I saw understanding. I saw hope. He wasn’t angry but he watched me carefully.

Then he smiled at my surprise.

“I’m not angry with your tears. They’re beautiful to me. But right now, we’re working at you acknowledging that beauty. Repeat after to me. I am perfect.”

I swallowed and when I spoke, my voice was scratchy but audible. “I am perfect.”

William leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “Again, sweet Aubrey.”

“I am perfect.”




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THE NEXT BOOK in the series… Touch My Heart… is expected to be released in October 2013.

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About Paloma

palomaPaloma Beck is a Romance Author living a life of contradiction… she’s a happily married carpooling mom writing erotic romance. It’s almost naughty! Paloma writes in both the Contemporary and Paranormal realms, journaling the stories her characters tell her, and they are anything but PG. She dabbles in vampires, witches, ménage, spanking and bdsm – all in her books, of course. Paloma believes a daily dose of espresso and a good book make any day better.

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Voluptuous Heroines

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I’ve had a great response to Voluptuous, my new release from Ellora’s Cave, part of their Curve Appeal series. Readers have been thanking me for giving them a plus-sized heroine they can root for. I’m as guilty as most romance writers in making the majority of my heroines slender. And I’m not going to stop because, you know, some of my heroines are going to be long and lean, or short and athletic. But I think a few more are going to be curvy and round and zaftig and voluptuous.

Here’s a little excerpt from Voluptuous from our hero, Sam’s, point of view:

“I’m up for pretty much anything, sweetheart. But I won’t let you talk down about yourself. You deserve a spanking.” He pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat down on the center of the sofa, then gestured her over. “Come here.”

Meredith hesitated, caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She still wore the lacy bra and panties and he was looking forward to stripping them from her body. But that could wait. He’d never seen a woman as sexy as Meredith was at this moment. Her shiny golden hair shimmered around her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts were pushed up by the lacy bra and he liked to think they were an offering just for him. The matching panties hugged her lush hips and hid the treasures between her legs. And the ass that would soon turn red beneath his hand.

“Now, Meredith.” He reached out to her and she met his gaze. Hers was a little nervous but he was sure he saw arousal there too. She took his hand and let him draw her over to him. He pulled her down. Her knees hit the cushion beside him but she didn’t immediately sprawl over his lap.

“I don’t know,” she murmured.

He cuffed one of her wrists with his fingers. “You’ve been a bad girl. You did what I expressly told you not to do. Don’t you think that deserves a punishment?”

Her eyes were wide, bright. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Her lips quivered but she nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”

His cock jerked at his kinky girl’s breathy agreement. He wanted to grin but he frowned instead. “Then don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

She grimaced. “Next I suppose you’re going to tell me this is going to hurt you more than it will me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy it.” He yanked and she fell over his lap.

Meredith’s soft cry of surprise fueled his arousal even more. She struggled weakly but he realized she was really squirming to get into position. She flung her arms above her head and dropped her face to the cushion. Her ass was poised perfectly, tempting, teasing.

Sam swept his hand over her panty-covered ass, caressing her, learning the curves. “This is a beautiful bottom,” he said. He slid his hand between her thighs. The silky center was wet and hot, just as he knew it would be. With both hands, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband at each side of her body. Slowly lifting, he bared her pale flesh as he drew the scrap of lace over her ass. She whimpered but he ignored the sound. He left the fabric just below her cheeks, so the lace would tickle and torment her pussy with every slap and twitch.

She squirmed then and he held her down with one hand on her back, while stroking the soft bare cheeks with the other. Her ass was perfect for spanking, wide and firm and so pale. He could already picture the luscious flesh turning red and hot under his hand. Her stomach rubbed against his already throbbing erection and he bit back a moan.

“This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated, letting his voice become deeper, darker. He slapped one cheek and then the other. Not too hard. Not yet. She gasped but didn’t move. “I don’t want you to say anything bad about it.” He slapped her again. And again. Harder. Faster.

She cried out now with each new strike, the sound an erotic mixture of pained yelps and aroused moans. He began to vary the delivery, some quick and sharp, others slow and heavy. It wouldn’t do for her to be able to anticipate the next blow too easily.

Sam loved the way her pale skin quickly turned pink. How could she not understand how beautiful she was? “You are not to say anything bad about your body,” he growled. “Do you understand?”

She whimpered again, nodded, her face buried in the cushion.

He stopped for a moment, let his stinging palm rest heavily on her warm flesh. Meredith’s short panting breaths were nearly as loud as her cries had been. He slid his fingers down to where the edge of her panties rubbed her pussy. The fabric was drenched with her fragrant moisture.

He slipped a couple fingers beneath the lace and teased the slick flesh there. When she began to wriggle, her stomach ground against his aching cock and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this up.

Had she learned her lesson yet?

“This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated. If she heard it enough times, maybe she’d believe it. He continued to spank her, the sharp sounds ringing through the room. If he paused in his strikes, she pushed her ass up into his hand, arching her back and silently begging for more. He grinned and gave her more.

He realized his heavy breathing had become as loud as hers. His arousal every bit as strong. His palm was hot and red too.

“This is a beautiful bottom” he said again. He brushed back her golden hair so he could see her face. “I want you to say it.”

“What?” She looked over her shoulder at him and he could see her eyes were arousal-glazed. She was still panting, her pink lips parted.

He rubbed his hand over her ass. It was hot and red enough. No more spanking tonight. He hoped he’d gotten his point across. “Repeat after me, sweetheart. This is a beautiful bottom.”

She rolled her eyes at him and dropped her head back down onto the sofa.

Sam grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back up. “Say it, Meredith. This is a beautiful bottom.”


“Say it.”

She swallowed, moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue. “Okay. This is a beautiful bottom.”

One of the best things about writing a Rubenesque heroine is giving her a man who appreciates her curves. What do you think?

Voluptuous – available now
Her Royal Masquerade – coming Oct 2013
Playing for Real – coming Feb 4, 2014

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Best Bow-chica-wow-wow songs ever

I had so much fun talking about this on another blog that I thought I’d let the smutters get in on this piece of action…

(Repeat Blog – but I’ll call it throwback Friday)

There’s something to be said for making love (having sex, doing the do, fucking, screwing…however you wish to refer to it as) to theme music. Whether it be playing loudly over speakers or listening to it through headphones, the music you listen to can have an impact on the pace, mood or position.

When the mood strikes them, some people bring out their favorite sex toy. I pull out the headphones. It’s nice to have your play list set up beforehand—you don’t want to set the mood right and in the middle of it a totally inappropriate song (anything kid or Jesus related would be considered inappropriate—LOL) comes on.

So with the headphones on, I’m listening to a hot guy (or guys—the freak on me is quite alive) croon about how he would do me, how I should be done or how good it would feel while it’s actually being done. If you have an eye mask, being that out too. Block out everything but the song and what’s being done. This allows me to feel every caress, every kiss, every stroke.

It is…in a word…explosive.

This homework assignment can be for you to do it to your significant other or for yourself. Here are a couple of songs I suggest, along with the sexual position. I’ve also asked a couple of friends to give up their best love making songs. While I do prefer the headphones, I recognize that sometimes you need to play a good song over the loud speakers and go buck wild. That’s fine too.

Artist Song Medium Position

Maxwell                                                    Till the Cops Come Knocking                                       Headphones                                  Missionary

Brian McNight                                         Lonely                                                                              Headphones                                  Riding him

Prince                                                       Do Me, Baby                                                                   Headphones                                  Missionary

Usher                                                       There Goes My Baby                                                     Headphones                                  Missionary

Marvin Gaye                                            Let’s Get It on                                                                Speakers                                          Any

Alicia Keys/Maxwell                               The Fire We Make                                                          Speakers                                         Foreplay

Guess Who                                             American Woman                                                         Speakers                                          Missionary

Nine Inch Nails                                      Closer                                                                                 Speaker                                        Shoved against a wall

Vivaldi                                                      Four Seasons                                                                   Speaker                                           Any

Bad Company                                        Feel Like Making Love                                                   Headphones                                    Reverse cowgirl

Play along and add a song or two. Don’t be shy 🙂

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Great Book Covers by Lucy Felthouse

I’ve been super-duper lucky with the book covers I’ve had just lately. It seems publishers are wising up – no longer are they using awful, cheaply-produced covers. They know that, whether someone is shopping for a physical book or an eBook, the cover has to be eye-catching, attractive, professional. And, ideally, relevant to the story!

Here is a selection of my latest yummy covers:

Mean Girls

Testing Tom

Grand Slam


Whaddya think? Nice, eh?

But, I must stress, I’m not the only lucky bunny. Check out these corkers:

Heart Trouble


On His Terms

What’s your opinion? Do nice book covers draw your gaze, make you more likely to buy the book? I’d love to hear your thoughts!


Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Welcome guest blogger Tonya Ramagos

Who wouldn’t want to escape to a beautiful island for a little fun in the sun, a lot of romance, and some sizzling nights with a couple of super hawt heroes? That’s the question that popped in my head when I came up with the idea for the first book in The Heroes of Silver Island series, Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy. If you’re familiar with my books, you’ve probably already guessed this series is a spin-off of The Heroes of Silver Springs. As a matter of fact, the heroes in Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy started out in The Heroes of Silver Springs. Navy SEALs John Cabelly and Brandon “Ace” McCormick made their cameo appearances in Stormy Nights and later in Taken By Surprise, books 3 and 7 of The Heroes of Silver Springs. However, being the alpha males they are, they refused to tell their story until I allowed them to launch a new series.

I would like to invite you to set sail to Silver Island, where ménage isn’t a dream, it’s reality. Have a swim in the ocean, soak up a few rays, and then swing by Ménage A Drink for a cold one. You might want to venture into Divine Playthings on your way to your rented cottage for some toys to steam up your night. And, while your making your way around, say hello to the islanders who are eagerly waiting to meet you. Each one will you telling you their story very soon in The Heroes of Silver Island series.


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As a senator’s daughter, Lara Hampton uses her influence to stand up for her beliefs, even when they land her in danger. Her latest venture brings her to Silver Island where she comes face-to-face with two SEALs who rescued her before and left her dreaming of sizzling nights with them since.

Brandon “Ace” McCormick never got Lara out of his head. When he finds out she’s on Silver Island, he knows it’s time to make his move. The trouble is, his best friend wants her, too.

Once a SEAL, always a SEAL, but John is Sheriff of Silver Island now and he’s been trained to protect by the best. He’s willing to fight for Lara, or Ace can accept the norm of Silver Island and share. But a stalker is after her. When he gets on the island they must protect her or sharing won’t be an option.


She wound her arms around John’s neck as he angled his head, taking the kiss deeper. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, a salty-sweet remnant of the pleasure he’d just shown her.

He rested his forehead against hers as he slowly broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “How are you feeling?”

She smiled. “If you’re really asking whether or not I liked that, all I can say is that better not be the last time you do that.”

He grinned. “It won’t be, but I really do want to know how you’re feeling.”

“Great! Except…”

He lifted a brow when she trailed off. “Except?”

“I’m ready for more.”

His grin widened. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pushed himself off of her and slid off the edge of the chair as he got to his feet. She saw his gaze slice past her to Brandon, watched as an unspoken communication seemed to pass between them, and then felt Brandon start to shift behind her.

“Does that mean you’re ready for me?”

She sat up straight and turned as far as she could to look at him. He’d been so patient while John went down on her. He’d held her, stroked her breasts, and planted tender kisses on the side of her neck as John ate her pussy. He definitely deserved some time of his own.

She reached a hand around him to cup his nape and brushed her lips to his. “I’m more than ready for you. M—fuck me, Brandon. Please.” She nearly said make love to me, but that wasn’t what they were doing, was it? Brandon had told her he was crazy about her. John had used the word nuts which was basically the same thing in her dictionary. She didn’t know of a calculator around that would compute crazy plus nuts and display the end result as being love.

So, you’re not in love with them. What difference does it make?

But she could be. As she gazed into Brandon’s intense hazel eyes, darker than normal with his arousal, she knew if she weren’t careful with her heart, she’d fall head over heels in love with both him and John.

“Can you stand?”

John’s question drew her attention back to him. She opened her mouth to answer, but the only sound that came out was a resounding, “Oh, wow.”

He’d stripped. Her lips formed an O of pure female appreciation as her gaze fell from his face, down his sleek muscular torso, and settled on his cock. Her mouth watered and she had to close it to swallow as she found herself unable to tear her attention away from his long, thick dick stretching up his body and nearly reaching his navel. Her mouth simply refused to stop watering as her taste buds exploded with the desire to feast on his cock as he’d done to her pussy.

“Lara,” he said, his tone patient and vibrating with amusement. “Can you stand, sweetheart?”

“I was about to tell you I think so before I saw…” She trailed off as she finally managed to wrench her gaze from his impressive cock and bring her attention back to his face. She gulped and made a face. “Well, before I saw you were naked. Now, I’m not so sure.”

The corner of his lips twitched. “Why don’t you try so Brandon can get naked for you, too?”

That got her moving. Her ass and lower back had been pressed against Brandon’s cock enough she already knew he had to have one hell of an impressive package. With the chance to finally see it upon her, no way would she waste another second.

She scooted to the end of the lounge chair and took John’s offered hands as she got to her feet. She heard Brandon shuffling behind her and let go of John, needing to see Brandon, wanting to watch him as he undressed.

He swung one leg over the chair to join the other as he stood and turned to face her. With his gaze locked on her face, he unfastened his shorts and pushed them along with his boxer briefs down his powerful legs.

Lara remembered thinking once that dynamite came in small packages when she’d realized how short Brandon was for a man. His package, however, was definitely not small. Her pussy clenched in a combination of eager anticipation and fear as it begged to feel his cock inside. His dick stretched impossibly long and hard, resting against his gut as John’s was, but Brandon’s did reach his navel. It was thicker, too. So much so she found herself wondering if it would even fit inside her. The slight curve to the bulbous head of his cock mesmerized her. She’d only been with a few men in her life, but she’d never seen a dick shaped quite like his.

Brandon walked slowly around the chair and drew her into his arms. The feel of his solid body pressed to hers without the barrier of any clothing pulled a soft sigh from her lips. He stared at her for a long moment, a world of emotions she couldn’t begin to define swirling in his eyes, and then he kissed her.

Like every other kiss she’d shared with this man, it was tender, sweet, and filled her mind with ideas she didn’t want to contemplate right now. Those ideas, things like how quickly she could already feel herself falling for him and how she prayed tonight wouldn’t be her only night with him, doubled and intensified when she felt the heat of John’s body press against her back.

Brandon slowly broke the kiss as John’s arms came around her, too. The feel of them behind and in front of her, the sensation of being sandwiched between the solid walls of their bodies, surrounded her with an ecstasy that left her breathless.

Lara saw Brandon’s gaze meet John’s and watched as a look of true contentment overtook his expression. He made a sound that might have been a half laugh and shook his head once.

“I guess there’s no denying it.”

Lara angled her head as she studied him. He’d said the words as if he were talking more to himself than her or John. She felt John bend slightly behind her as he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck.

“Not when it feels like this, man.”

Lara didn’t know what they were talking about and started to ask, but Brandon’s hands slid down between her body and John’s, cupped her ass cheeks, and squeezed.

“Have I told you what a sexy ass you’ve got?”

His question surprised a laugh out of her. “No, I think you’ve failed to mention it.”

His lips stretched in a slow smile. “Well, I’m telling you now. It feels as perfect as it looks, too.”


Lara drew her brows together at the warning sound in John’s tone.

“She’s not ready yet.”

“I know. I’ll save that for another time.”

Lara struggled to make sense of their conversation. Not ready for what? Save what for another time?

Another time? At least she now knew they weren’t intending on this being a one-night stand. But what were they already planning for next time?

Her mind reeled with the possibilities, but before she could latch onto any particular one, Brandon’s hands released her butt cheeks and moved to her waist. She saw him glance to his right and nod once as if he’d made some sort of decision before he returned his focus to her.

“Come with me, love.” He laced his fingers with hers as he led her to the table and pushed a chair aside with his free hand. He turned her in his arm, never letting go of her hand, and pulled her back against him. “I want to take you from behind. Is that okay with you?”



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12 Days of Summer Vacation

Oh my, the summer is just sliding by. There’s just twelve days left and then what? We start the countdown for Halloween, Thanksgiving and then Christmas. Okay. Let’s not mention Christmas although as I write this post I can definitely feel the appeal of cooler weather and maybe a little snow.

However I don’t want my summer to end. I’ve had such a great time. After such a crappy start to the year  and enough drama in my personal laugh to fuel a few episodes of Jerry Springer, I welcomed the month in Durham, NC and recently a week in Cape Coral, FL.

Let me tell you, I didn’t want to leave Florida. The first opportunity I get, I’m moving there and investing in some serious sunscreen. Where else can you walk powdered sugar sand, sight dolphins, do the stingray shuffle and touch a wild baby shark?

Yes, I really touched a shark. The fisherman tossed him back.






And it wasn’t all fun and games while I was there. Work was actually done. I wrote two blurbs, submitted a story and nearly completed with a second book. Oh and I had a book release early.

Take the Cake is now available from Sugar and Spice Press.

Look for it soon on Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Sex on the Beach

It’s ALMOST HERE! Sunset Point goes up for preorder this week on! Check out all five books!

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Off the coast of Florida, surrounded by sand and sea, there lies a secluded island that has a very interesting history and an even more intriguing present…

Sunset Point Island is a tropical Mecca, consisting of a quaint town, a lavish resort area, and a top-grade security force that keeps its wealthy inhabitants safe. But there is more to Sunset Point than first meets the eye. Founded by those seeking a haven for their unusual lifestyles, this island is a place where ménage relationships are cherished and protected. Closed off from the outside world, Sunset Point is a place of fantasies…won’t you come join us?



Point of Seduction – Lori King

Releasing: September 16

Releasing: September 16

Built around the premise that love can be found with multiple partners, the Island of Sunset Point has always been Gabriella Larkin’s home. She respects the open minded community, but her own past relationships have left her burned, and she can’t overcome her doubts about love. Throwing herself into her clothing boutique Designs By Lark she makes it her number one focus, until she meets Austin, Michael and Kendrick.

Brothers Austin and Michael Curtis along with their best friend Kendrick McClure are new to the island, but not to the idea of ménage. A chance meeting with the gorgeous Gaby has sparks flying and the men planning on seduction. Enthralled by the intense sexual attraction between the four of them, Gaby embarks on a tumultuous and passionate relationship with the trio, but reaching the Point of Seduction will mean facing off with her past…



Cross Point – Laurie Roma

Releasing: September 17

Releasing: September 17

Former IAD agent Katrina “Trinity” Cross is in desperate need of a vacation. When a friend asks for a personal favor, Trinity agrees to fly to the island of Sunset Point, only to find that things in paradise aren’t what they seem…

Jackson Stone is a man who likes regulation and order, but when Katrina Cross arrives on his island, life as he knows it’ll never be the same.

Falling behind schedule is not allowed in Maxwell King’s orderly world. Missing money, cheap materials and a dead foreman top of the list of his problems, but nothing shakes him more than the sexy siren that sets his body on fire…

As the investigation heats up, Maxwell and Jackson both fall for Trinity, but she can’t choose between the uptight corporate mogul and the rough and ready police Lieutenant. Can she find a way to keep them both or will their love become a casualty at the Cross Point?



Hearts and Handcuffs – Erika Reed

Releasing: September 18

Releasing: September 18

When Amber Green’s boyfriend’s actions get her fired, she reaches out to her best friend and finds herself swept up an the opportunity of a lifetime. Offered a new job and a chance to move to a tropical paradise, Amber says yes and packs her bags, leaving her old life behind. Or so she thought…Millionaire Reid Sullivan is a widower that owns a lush and lavish villa on the private side of Sunset Point. Reid is immediately intrigued by Amber, and offers the beautiful woman a job to work for him as his live-in-housekeeper after hearing she needs a place to stay.

Dante DeSoto is a hard-ass detective from Chicago Police Department whose investigation leads him to Sunset Point after the sudden death of Amber’s ex-boyfriend. After meeting the gentle beauty, he is convinced of Amber’s innocence. Dante decides to stay on the island so that he and Reid can help protect her.

Both men want Amber, but they’re going to have to find a way to share. With old demons and new dangers dogging them every step of the way, the three lovers will have to fight for the happily ever after they long to share.



Tattoos and Cupcakes – Hennessee Andrews

Releasing: September 19

Releasing: September 19

Being sequestered on Sunset Point Island is the least of Lane Erikson’s worries. Being a witness to a murder may be her demise. What does one do when a network of FBI wanted criminals are looking to kill you? You run like hell, even it’s to a place you’ve never heard of.

Dane Hutchinson, local tattoo artist, sets his sights on winning Lane’s affection and sharing her with Bannock Garrison, Sunset Point police officer. Bannock never wanted a ménage relationship, even though his parents have lived a happy life in one. The idea of sharing a woman bothers him, but losing Dane’s friendship bothers him more.

As the relationship begins to soar with possibilities, Lane is faced with her world crashing down again and her life hangs in the balance. Can Bannock and his colleagues save the day? More importantly, can Bannock overcome his distrust for women and allow Lane into his heart and share her with his best friend?



Breaking Point – Susan Hayes

Releasing: September 19

Releasing: September 19

Lexa Fox lost her childhood the day her mother took her and fled Sunset Point. Twenty-three years later, she’s returning to claim her inheritance from a father she barely remembers, in a place she doesn’t belong.

Detectives Beau Rivers and Diego Mendez grew up in ménage families and always knew they’d be a trio if they could find the right woman. They’d found her once, but fate took her out of their lives long before they were old enough to stake their claim. No woman since has ever managed to live up to their memories of Lexa, so when fate brings their childhood sweetheart back into their lives, they do everything they can to convince their gray-eyed, world-weary beauty to stay.

There are dangers to be faced and enemies to overcome, but in the end it’s up to her men to show her that some hearts never give up hope, and some loves have no Breaking Point.

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Welcome to The Naughty Corner

Oh my gosh, summer is over and all the kids are back in school! I can’t believe how time flies! And that means the release date for The Naughty Corner is getting closer! Only one month away now. So I thought I’d give you a blurb and a naughty little excerpt to read. It’s time for a spanking story!

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Somebody’s been a bad girl…

Writer Lola Cook is on a deadline. Meeting it gets twice as difficult when she finds herself in the unwelcome role of babysitter for her nephews. Six weeks with the twin teenage terrors is too much for Lola—until she has a brilliant idea: send the boys to football camp. That’ll at least get them out of her hair for five hours every day. Perfect.

Divorced father Gray Barnett has coached summer football camp long enough to know he’ll get saddled with misfits, but William and Harry exceed all expectations. They’re impossible, they’re disruptive, and when he meets their hot aunt Lola, they’re worth the trouble. That is, if Lola accepts Gray’s conditions. Every time the twins misbehave, it’s Lola who must take their punishment. With every naughty infraction, Lola gets more and more accepting—of the penalties. She has no idea just how bad a girl she can be—or how much fun it will be to get what she deserves.

The Naughty Corner

Copyright Jasmine Haynes

“Here are the rules,” he said, because what was a little dominance play without a few rules to make things interesting?

“Look, I said you could spank me—”

He covered her lips with his palm. “First rule, you only talk when I give you permission or when I ask you a question.”

Her eyes deepened to the color of rich coffee. Then she licked him. He felt it like a stroke along his cock from base to tip, and he was instantly hard. It put him off-kilter; he should have known she’d have this effect on him. He’d fantasized about her for a week, dreamed of having her in his house, at his mercy.

“And no licking me unless I order you to,” he added, maintaining control.

“Order me to,” she whispered against his hand.

Christ. He wanted it now, but this was far too fast. He’d thought to savor things with her, build up slowly. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to have to punish you for your own bad behavior, not just the twins’.”

Her lips moved beneath his palm as she smiled. Then she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his hand down. He felt marked by her lip gloss. “You haven’t punished me at all yet.”

Recognizing her excitement in her quickened breath, there was an answering rise in his heart rate. “Rules first,” he said. “No talking or I’ll have to gag you.”

“I’ve never been gagged before.” Then she slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oops.”

Holy hell, she was going to be a handful. He’d used scarves, ropes, zip ties, ball gags, and anything else that was handy, but he usually led up to that kind of thing.

He stepped closer, breathing in the sweet scent of shampoo. “You will not back talk back,” he said menacingly. “You will follow every instruction without question. You will not flinch or move away. You will take it all.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “And you will love it.”

Her eyes seemed to light from within. “Yes sir,” she murmured, her lip gloss smudged by his palm.

He ran his thumb beneath her lip, the heat of her skin rushing through him. “I don’t need to be called sir or master.”

“What should I call you?”

Anything. Everything. “Gray.”

“I like Coach.”

“Coach will be fine. Now go into the living room.” He pointed to the left, around the wall.

He almost bumped into her when she stopped just on the other side of the living room’s threshold. A straight-backed wooden chair faced the wall in the far corner. As a mischievous boy, he’d often been forced to sit in a chair just like it. Face the wall, Gray. He knew about being bad. He knew about accepting punishment. And he knew how to make a woman enjoy the punishment he meted out.

“The naughty corner,” he whispered against her hair, breathing in her heady womanly scent. “Assume the position.” His heart kicked into high gear. He enjoyed games. He was kinky. He liked the feel of a woman’s hot skin against his palm. He got off on the moan of pleasure they inevitably gave in to.

He wanted to hear Lola moan. He wanted to feel her ass against his hand, the sting radiating up his arm. He wanted the heat of her to make him sizzle.

She was looking at him wide-eyed and innocent. “The position?”

“Bend over and put your hands on the back of the chair.” When she didn’t move, he lightly swatted her ass. A delectable precursor. “Do it now.”

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt of The Naughty Corner. It’ll be out on October 1 and here’s where you can reserve your copy today! Amazon B&N Books a Million iBookstore

To read another excerpt from The Naughty Corner, drop by my blog. Hope to see you there! And if you drop by my website, you’ll find yet a different excerpt. Lots of fun reading!

Somebody’s Lover, Jackson Brothers Book 1 is free through next weekend, 9/8! You can find it on all the major retailers. Kindle Kindle UK Nook Kobo iBookstore iBookstore AU iBookstore UK All Romance Smashwords Coffee Time Sony.

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Hot Country Western Singer Looking for a Steamy Night With You! Book and Swag #Giveaway

Thanks so much for stopping by the blog today. My newest release, Chase and Seduction, is available now as an ebook and paperback. Could you resist this sexy cowboy if he picked you out of the audience at his concert?

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Book Blurb of Chase and Seduction: Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has yet to be denied anything–and he’s never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. So when the film they are working on is finally finished, Chase decides to turn up the volume on seducing Reno.


Reno Linden lived a quiet, rural life until she was thrust into the Hollywood scene when her book was adapted to film. Chase Tanner is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Skittish after a failed wedding engagement, Reno risks the plunge into Chase’s arms, and is surprised that her good girl self can keep up with bad boy Chase.


Though Chase returns to his cowboy roots often, and Reno cherishes the time spent with him on his ranch, the two find their careers pulling them in different directions. Will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?

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Chase and Seduction Excerpt: Reno looked at Chase for a minute, losing herself in the dark passion in his eyes. Fisting her hand in his silky hair, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. Her tongue plunged in, twisting with his.


He took over, his lips slanting on hers, his breath hot and sweet as he explored every crevice of her mouth, teasing and caressing. His arms wrapped tightly, and he spread his feet apart so his hips could grind back and forth across her mound.


Her mind numbed to everything but the throbbing of her slit, the trickle of cream dripping from her opening onto her swollen lips, wetting her panties. She pulled his head back, still gripping his hair, and took huge breaths. “I’m drowning, Chase. Don’t let me go.”


“Reno.” His voice caught. “Never.” He walked her backward three steps and flattened her against the hard wall. His eyes bore into hers, his pupils dilated, making them look black, sensual, intense. He ran a hand up under her shirt, up to her breast. Her nipple grew rock hard as he teased it with his thumb, circling then squeezing it.


The pleasure ached, shivered down her belly, down low between her legs, making her cry out with the urgency of her need. He had to take her. Now. She couldn’t wait.


Chase tugged up her bra and fit her breast into his hand. “Oh baby, this is so fucking much better than I imagined.”


She stared at him, his face so close it seemed like a dream. Her voice seemed to come from far away. “Did you, Chase? Did you think about this? About making love to me?” She wanted to cry, for some insane reason—cry and hold on to him forever.


He gyrated his hips against her, hitting her clit through her clothes. “Yeah, I thought about this. Every time we talked, every time I saw you across a room.” He took her nipple between his finger and thumb again and caressed it. “And a hundred times a day when I could only see you in my mind.”


The ecstasy streaking from her breast to her pussy was outrageous. Sweet, heavenly contractions began, and she tipped up her hips to better feel his cock against her clit. The increased pressure flooded her pussy with heat as her climax neared.


“Reno.” He captured her mouth with his, demanding and driving, his need becoming frantic. He moved his hand from her breast to the waistband of her shorts and slid his fingers in, catching her lacy underwear with it.


Wanting to prolong her ecstasy, she pulled away from his kiss and caught her breath while she unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it open. Seeing his muscular pecs and abs, she lost all control and ran her hands over his hot, satiny skin, making circles with her fingers in the auburn hair lightly covering his chest. She leaned forward and bit him on the collarbone.


He cried out. “Oh yeah, baby, I like a little pain.”


She kissed the spot she’d just bitten. “And a little pleasure?” She’d never been so bold with a man. All her inhibitions had packed up and left.


He yanked her shorts and underwear down to the floor then stood and cupped her pussy with his big hand. “A lot of pleasure.”

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Head to my website to read the entire first chapter.

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“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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-Chase and Seduction is available digitally at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks, and in paperback at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Createspace

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Steam-Your-Panties Cowboys

Let’s be honest, friends. We read erotic romance for one major reason–we’re ready for some sexy, lovable hero to sweep us off our feet in our imaginary lives and steam off our panties.

Sure, we love the heroines like sisters. We adore the characters’ pets, crazy aunts, and dark journeys to the sunlight. But we tune in for the hero.

I write hardworking heroes–in bed and out. When I build a hero in my mind, I go with what I know. As a country girl, I don’t know jack shit about a boardroom or penthouse office. I know guys with rough hands and rougher ways–the ones that give you the nod that makes your thighs clench as they say, “Hey.”

Writing a hero that will scorch your panties to ash is like creating a recipe from scratch.

Cup of Brass Balls
Portion of Determination
Measure of Cuddly Teddy Bear
Heaping Scoop of Sex Appeal
2 Helpings of Libido
Teaspoon of Mystery
Dash of Uncertainty

I find this to be a solid recipe for my cowboys, firefighters, loggers, pirates, supernatural warriors, and country boys. Read on for an excerpt from UNBROKEN, my brand new book in the Country Fever series from Samhain. See if you can pick out any of the ingredients I mentioned above.

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The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.

She stopped breathing.


And right behind him, Christian.

Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.

The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.

But the look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs. She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind her back and bent her over a hay bale.

Dark heat slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.

“We’ve got some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the sweet sugar of his kisses.

He and Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”

“I do.” Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his lips, and he slid in his tongue. Plundering. Stealing any protestation.

Her body reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his hardness—every inch of it.

Christian made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.

Tucker pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her core.

“Wait, Tucker—”

He nuzzled her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her earlobe, which he bit sharply.

She squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.

“What’s going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.

“I never laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter things to her body and incinerated her heart.


Tucker’s blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact, you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”

She twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Tucker’s slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want. “Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all right with that, baby?”

Her leg muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.

“Beautiful Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness to it.”

Briefly, a thread of a question wove through her mind. Make it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.

A long minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.

“With Christian?” Tucker asked.

“Yes,” she gasped between kisses.

Her breath hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat. Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.

Being back in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling caress of his fingertip on her clit.

Christian’s moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire burst inside her.

She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.

Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”


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~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~




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