My Valentine’s Day and 99 cent Sale!

I think my husband, aka Stud, is a very lucky man when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He can’t buy me chocolate – I’m allergic. He can’t buy me flowers – I’m allergic. (Plus, I’d get really mad at him for spending money on something that costs a lot and lasts a week at best.)

I do like going out to eat, but not during holiday times with big crowds and feeling rushed as the next wave of people breathe down your neck. So what’s left?

Cheap and easy. Yup, that’s me.

For our very first Valentine’s Day, back when we were first dating, I had to attend a funeral of a close family friend. Stud came over to my house later that night, bearing homemade lasagna. Over the years, we’ve come up with different variations of this, with one or the other taking the reins. It kind of depends who needs the other to step up more at the time.

This Sunday will be our 27th Valentine’s Day together. It’s one of the years that I’m stepping up because I have a need. I need to cook and have it matter. Since we became empty nesters, my cooking has done a bit of a slide. I still love to do it, but it’s just not necessary to put full meals on the table every night for two people.

Well, this weekend, my son is bringing two of his college roommates home with him for something that has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, but I get to fill the house with good food. These poor guys have existed on really bad college food (most is bad, theirs is REALLY bad) for months. I get to change that this weekend. Strange as it sounds, Happy Valentine’s Day to me!

Gods Gone Wild on sale for 99 cents through Valentine’s Day!


Gods Gone Wild

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Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt a fire goddess for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget. Who knew their punishment would lead to finding the loves of their lives?

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up. Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Rewritten and expanded version of 2009 Eppie nominee, same title

The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D’, he drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.

Mandy and Brenda flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty.

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Bewitching the Alpha Teaser & DOUBLE GIVEAWAY: Talina Perkins

Hello dear friends! ♥ Summer is in full swing and I’ve been caught in a whirlwind (literally with all the hurricanes hitting the western seaboard!) of writing and plotting! I’m planning two new paranormal romance series for the coming year and wrapping up the Hex My Heart series with two more releases. For all my readers that love my sexy shifters I can’t wait to share more on the new PNR series with you. And for all my readers that love my sexy and strong military heroes, I’ll have more news about the first full-length military romance book for my Sexy Siesta series in my next post.

WHEW! What a busy time of year! No complaints, but still, whoever said being a romance author was a piece of cake hasn’t met my characters yet. They’re a headstrong bunch that requires more wrangling than a ball-busting bronco! 😉

In between all the writing I’m also preparing for my next release to hit digital shelves on July 28th! Bewitching the Alpha follows second-in-command alpha shifter Julian and the next coven sister, Ember. If you thought her sister, Honor, had a penchant for trouble… well, let’s just say Ember’s all fired up and ready to take on the entire Royal High Council of Magick no matter the laws she’ll have to break to get what she wants.

Being raised as a witch and a member of the Royal High Council has a way of teaching a girl a thing or two about how to handle certain situations. Especially when it involves sneaky missions like breaking and entering in an alpha shifters cabin without getting caught.

Tricky, but Ember has been around the cauldron from birth and has a plan in place that will solve all her problems, but first she’ll have to charm her mate with an illegal truth spell and get to the bottom of their issues without the High Council of Magick finding out.


I’d love to hear what you’re most excited about— my paranormal romance or military romance releases. Or, are you like me and love it all? 🙂  In celebration of my coming release, leave a comment and I’ll pick a winner to receive a Kindle copy of winner’s choice of either Hexing the Alpha or Jinxing the Alphas. Also, after leaving a comment here, skip over to ⇒ my blog to enter another giveaway I have running through Saturday.

Here’s a sexy excerpt from Bewitching the Alpha. Ember is all fired up and ready to charm her mate!

Coming July 28th!

Coming July 28th!

Heavy footstep pounded up the front stairs a millisecond before the front door slammed open. Hades to blazes, here goes nothing.

Time froze. Ice blue eyes bored into her and everything ground to a full stop. Oh, shit.

Muscle. So much hard delicious, mouth-watering muscle. In all her hurry she’d forgotten one thing about Julian. How incredibly handsome he was. Sapphire eyes, black hair, and deeply tanned skin. If she could put words to the man that stood in front of her with the hard glint in his eye, she’d say edgy, capable and dangerous. So very dangerous. To her heart and her libido.

But her soul too, because a spot in Hades just opened for her right alongside the devil himself. Only someone evil and wicked could ever hurt this man.

Did that make her the wicked witch?

Eyes leveled on her, he pushed forward in a slow stalk. Oh goddess. She fought to keep the arousal that whipped through her hidden beneath a calm mask of indifference. Could he hear her heart beat?

Breathe Ember. She cleared her throat and stiffened, holding steady when what she wanted to do was fling herself into his arms and beg for his forgiveness. Or run. Run as if the devil was blowing fire up her ass. The old Ember would have. The new Ember straightened her shoulders and cocked a brow.

“Try and run, little girl, but the big bad wolf is home and there’s nowhere to hide now.”

A smile tilted a corner of her mouth up. Touché, wolfie.

Copyright © 2015 Talina Perkins

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Haven’t read the first two in the Hex My Heart series? Pick up Hexing the Alpha and Jinxing the Alpha today and get caught up on the series!

Thank you for stopping in today! Have a wonderful Thursday filled with lots of sexy reading! 😉

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Until next time, keep it sexy! ♥

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Win My Handiwork by Alice Gaines

various yarnsJust look at those colors!

I have to admit that I love romance novel covers in large part because of the intense colors.  I feel the same way about flowers.  The more of the rainbow I’m looking at, the happier I am.

I bought the vibrant golden yarn in the picture on a whim.  It’s part silk/part alpaca, and it cost a bundle.  I have no idea what I’ll  make with it.

A while back, I decided that I might as well give away my hand-knitted and hand-crocheted projects to my readers to thank them for trusting me with their money in exchange for a story that popped into my head.  I gave away one cowl I made, but I wasn’t happy with the size.  I wanted it bigger.  I tried again using the exact number of stitches in the pattern and ended up with this.  Mission accomplished.

pink cowl

I’ll be raffling this off later in the month to celebrate the release of my novella, Royal Affair, part 4 of The Princes of Danislova series.  If you’d like to join my mailing list and enter to win, sign up at my website.

Then, I got some bulkier yarns and knitted up these cowls so quickly, I think I’ll give all of them away in another raffle in the next few months.multiple cowls  Here’s a detail of the white one, which I rather like.  I think I’ll get more yarn and make this again.

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I have to admit I look forward to late afternoons when I can put on junk TV and sit and knit or crochet.  (Hello, Judge Judy!).  It takes me back to my childhood when I’d visit my grandmother’s cottage behind our house after school and watch her favorite soap opera while we did needlework.  I’m currently teaching myself how to knit in the round using double-pointed needles.  I hope soon to be churning out wrist warmers to give to my readers.

If you’d like to enter to win one of my creations, join my newsletter.  I don’t send too many letters out, and when I do, I’ll be giving something way.  You can sign up at  I hope to see you there!


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Carnal Summer Pleasures: An Angel Payne Random List

It’s no naughty secret. I love Summer in just about every way, shape, and form–but one of the hugest reasons is that there’s now a perfectly legitimate excuse to sing my praises about all my sexy indulgences. Not that I save them for summertime, okay?–but now, everyone’s just more interested in hearing about them.

There’s no ascending or descending order here. I love them all! How many do you agree with? let me know in the Comments section and I’ll send you a signed paperback copy of my newest contribution to the Summer Indulgences pile: A WILDER KIND OF LOVE–THE WILD BOYS, BOOK 7 (Releases on June 16th–READ ABOUT IT HERE!)

junepost1TODRICK HALL’S YOUTUBE CHANNEL: Toddy Hall is a creative genius who is going to be discovered SOON by the world–and then all of you will say that I told you so here first. You want to really check out “The Wizard of Ahhhs” that he did with Pentatonix!

junepost2HOT SUMMER READS besides “THAT one”, in no particular order: BIND by Sierra Cartwright (June 9)….TAMING DEX by Zoey Derrick (June 9)…DARE TO ROCK by Carly Phillips (August 4)…MASTER NO by Lexi Blake (August 4)….SERVICING THE TARGET by Cherise Sinclair (July 28)

junepost3ANNA LOVE! I’m obsessed with Anna Kendrick. PITCH PERFECT 2 is really THAT good. As long as I’m on an “I’d pay to make out with Anna Kendrick” tear: THE LAST FIVE YEARS is a movie NOT to be missed. You will laugh, smile, bawl your eyes out. SO good.

daniel3DANIEL LOVE! Yes, I’m also obsessed with Daniel Di Tomasso–and not just because he once took the time to Direct-Tweet back to me (though yeah, I’m still swooning). He’s just THAT talented. And THAT awesome. Binge-watch “Witches of East End” and you’ll be eyeballs-deep in the swoonage with me. Better yet, let’s all make SURE they cast him as Gideon Cross, then there’ll be naked Daniel to swoon over, too.

junepost5RWBY: I owe my daughter for turning me on to this American anime show that features some of the coolest storytelling, especially if you were ever, or still are, a Twi-hard, Potter-head, or fan of martial arts. The initials stand for 4 heroines patterned loosely on fairy tale characters (R = Red Riding Hood, W = Snow White, B = Belle, Y = Goldilocks), and there is that far-away land feel to this, as well. Even for grown-ups, this is a great animated show.

junepost4SAN FRANCISCO: I’m working on a new book based in the City by the Bay, and every shred of research reminds me why it’s one of my favorite places in the world. Even setting an entire book series in the city won’t allow me to do it justice. If you’re on the west coast, don’t pass up the chance to visit–and fall in love with–this incredible, beautiful, romantic, city.

Okay, now YOUR turn to share! What are some of your own guilty pleasures, indulged in Summer or not?

**All comments entered into a drawing for a paperback copy of A WILDER KIND OF LOVE, so be sure to include your email address!

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~*~*Welcome Guest Blogger Christa Tomlinson*~*~

Hello readers! I’m Christa Tomlinson, author of erotic romances. My current releases are predominately M/M. But like it says in my bio, I like to write them all: straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told. I’d like to thank the writers of 69 Shades of Smut for inviting me on to their blog. And today, I’m here to talk about tropes.

Tropes. What are they? They’re what helps us recognize what a story will be about. They help us identify whether or not we’ll like the general plot that the author has created. Or as Wikipedia says: The word trope has also come to be used for describing commonly recurring literary and rhetorical devices, motifs or clichés in creative works. Here’s a small sample of tropes in the romance genre. I bet you’ve read or can recognize them all.

Secret baby

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lover

Gay for you

Office romance

Opposites attract

Forbidden Love

Tropes get a bad rep, especially in the romance novel world. People set them up as a way to show how romance novels are all the same. But I disagree. First, although the general idea may be the same, no two novels are alike. You can ask five different authors to write you a secret baby romance, and you’ll wind up with five very different stories. One of them might have an alien baby. One of them might have a single dad. One of them might have a woman who found an alien baby abandoned by its single dad.

Second, tropes are everywhere, not just in romance. Good looking fella who goes on a quest for treasure and artifacts, facing danger along the way? The Mummy. Or Raiders of the Lost Ark. Or National Treasure. Or Three Kings. Or… well, you get the idea.

For creative types, tropes are a great way to build the foundation for the book, movie, or play that will spring forth. For readers, they offer a sense of familiarity. They let us know if it’s something we’ll enjoy. For example, when I’m book browsing, I can tell right off from the back cover copy if it’s the type of story I like or like to avoid.

Tropes are a good thing and are to be embraced. What do you think reader? Do you use them to help you find stories you’ll enjoy? Do you have any tropes that you love or any that you despise? Writers, do you consciously seek them out when planning your stories? Let me know in the comments! I’d love to hear from you. Three commenters will receive a copy of my BDSM holiday romance, The Sergeant: A Christmas Story

For a full list of tropes in romance check out this site:

Christa Tomlinson


Latest Release ~ The Sergeant: A Christmas Story

Sergeant Logan Pierce and Senior Corporal Clay Foster have fought past all the obstacles that stood in the way of their relationship. Now, they are in love and committed to each other as Dominant and submissive.
As the holidays approach, all they want is time to enjoy each other away from their demanding jobs as SWAT officers. But someone threatens to ruin their first Christmas together.

Logan refuses to let anyone or anything destroy his submissive’s happiness. What can he do to save Christmas for his love?


… Clay grinned. “I promised you chocolate for our movie night.”

Logan remembered that promise. He’d made it the night Clay admitted he wanted Logan to kiss him. They’d had many movie nights since then of course, but that particular evening would always be special to him. Logan wrapped a gentle hand around Clay’s neck and pulled him in for a real kiss. As their lips met, Logan loved the way Clay relaxed against him with his head tilted back. It made him feel as though Clay loved his touch and craved his domination as they kissed. Logan brushed his lips against Clay’s one last time.

“Movie night with chocolate it is.”

Clay hit play and they both fluffed up pillows behind them so they could sit with their backs against the wrought-iron headboard. The movie started with the turning of story book pages. Logan opened the bag of chocolates. Unwrapping one, he popped it into his mouth, letting it slowly melt on his tongue. Clay held his hand out.


Logan started to get another Kiss from the bag, but changed his mind. Instead, he turned Clay’s head to face him. When Clay’s lips parted in surprise, Logan leaned over and licked between them, sharing the taste of the chocolate on his tongue. Clay’s hand came up to rest on his chest, and they kissed until all the candy was gone.

“Mmmm… gimme another.”

Logan opened another Kiss and sucked on it for a moment before kissing Clay again. This time when the candy was gone they kept kissing, their arms wrapped around each other. Logan’s interest in the movie faded as he rubbed his tongue against Clay’s, tasting his sweetness and sharing his breaths. He wanted to watch the movie, but right now he wanted to make love to his sub more. Logan eased Clay down the bed until he was on his back. After pulling his shirt off, he buried his face in Clay’s neck and breathed in deep. “You smell so good. How come you smell so good to me?”

“Pheromones,” Clay gasped out as Logan sucked on his neck.

Logan laughed as he kissed his way down Clay’s body. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his flannel pajama pants, he dragged them off. Once he was naked, he licked a slow trail up Clay’s stiff erection.

“Is that why you taste so good to me too, baby? Pheromones?”

Clay stuttered out a response as he flicked his tongue across the tip of his cock. Logan smiled before he sucked his lover down slowly.


Author Bio:

Christa Tomlinson is an exciting up and coming author in erotic romance. Her first self-published novel, The Sergeant, was an Amazon Best Seller for Gay and Lesbian Erotica for seven weeks straight.

Although Christa graduated from The University of Missouri-St. Louis with a degree in History, she prefers to write contemporary romance. She loves to create stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters’ romantic arc. Her books include straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told.

Christa lives in Houston, Texas with her two dogs, and is a semi-retired member of Houston Roller Derby. She enjoys hearing from readers. You can follow her on Twitter at @christa_writes and on Facebook at Christa Tomlinson. For more on Christa’s work, including deleted scenes, excerpts, and free reads, visit

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A Mexican Christmas + Giveaway

Season’s Greetings to everyone! Today is a pretty busy and exciting day. I kicked off my annual Christmas Book Bash on my own personal author blog (tons of giveaways!!), I wrapped up a sexy shifter short story that has a hero I feel absolutely head of heels for and the family is getting ready for our Christmas cookie baking on the weekend.

Lots going on and to keep up with, but that’s what the holidays are about, right? HA I’ll need a vacation after all the merry making! How many are with me?

All the preparations for the holidays had me thinking about the different family traditions around the world. I’ve lived in Mexico for almost twenty years now and I’ve had the privilege to learn about a completely unique way of celebrating Christmas Mexican style.

When we first arrived here I was only fourteen and completely culture shocked for the first year. Christmas was the first holiday we experienced abroad and I had no idea that here in Mexico Christmas actually starts on December 16th and lasts all the way through February 2nd Known as Candelaria or Candle mass day.



To kick off the season there are nine Posadas (which translates to Inn) that children perform to recreate the journey of Joseph and The Virgin Mary looking for shelter. The children will gather in a procession and call on their neighbors, singing a song for each home based on Mary and Joseph’s hardships. It is customary for the children to be turned away with the news of there being no room for them at the Posada they are calling on. Yet they do not turn away and continue singing until they receive the good news that there is room for them. This is performed over the course of eight nights at different homes and ends on Christmas Eve where the nativity scene is recreated with the baby Jesus placed in the manger and at midnight everyone makes their way to Church service where fireworks are kicked off and everyone starts the celebration of Christmas.




On my first Christmas in Mexico I was invited to join in on the Posada processions with others in my community and it was an experience I’ll never forget. We carried candles and I sang in a language I had yet to master. I was off key the whole time and making it all up as I went, but everyone helped me learn as we went.

We also played games and I got my first turn at a Piñata. I learned real fast how to dive and grab my loot before everyone else got it for me. I am sure many of you have had a chance to play this game and if not, it’s a blast! Your little ones would love to take a turn at this game.


Mexican Piñata

Some traditional food served is the Rosca de Reyes, an oval sweetbread, decorated with candied fruit. In a way it reminds me of our fruit cake. This sweet bread is more a tradition for February 2nd, Candelaria or Candle mass day, where family and friends gather and cut the bread where little white dolls representing the baby Jesus are hidden. The person who finds the doll in their piece of Rosca has to invite everyone present to the following year’s gathering and buy a new dress for the baby Jesus used in the Nativity Scene, and bring tamales, another traditional food made of mashed corn wrapped around meat. And delicious served with Pico de Gallo or homemade hot sauce with tomatoes, jalapeños, cilantro and lemon.


rosca de reyes



rosca with baby Jesus



pico de gallo

I also found that Christmas trees are not as popular with the older generations. I think this was the biggest culture shock for me. With all the custom trade off with all the tourists, trees have become more and more popular in the new generations, but when I first arrived here and visited friends, they had nativity scenes surrounded by poinsettia flowers which represent the star over Bethlehem that lead the Three Wise Men to baby Jesus instead of trees.


Poinsettia plants placed throught the city and tons shopping malls, homes, small shops and used in nativity scenes

Though I follow the family traditions my husband and I grew up with, I find the Mexican traditional Christmas a wonderful experience and so steeped with hundreds of years old traditions dating back all the way to the time of the Spaniards.

There is so much more to the culture and the celebrations, but I’d have you hear all day!

How about you? Have you visited another country during the holidays? What did you learn of their traditions? Leave a comment along with your email addy and I’ll pick a winner to receive a Kindle copy of either His by Sunrise or Tequila Sunset, winner’s choice.

Oh, don’t forget to sign up to my newsletter if you haven’t already! It goes out today at 6 p.m. CST with my monthly Gift Card winner AND this edition has a DOUBLE cover reveal. Remember the shifter romance I mentioned above? Be one of the first to see the cover and release date.

I’m also pretty chatty on Facebook and Twitter and please feel free to visit my home on the web. And if you love keeping up releases, flash giveaways, and a whole bunch of other book goodies, grab my FREE App here!


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And one final thing, I’d love for you to swing by my author blog and join in my annual Christmas Book Bash giveaway with eleven other romance authors. See you there!

Until next time, have a wonderful and safe holiday. I wish you all a warm and festive Merry Christmas from my heart to yours!

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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…





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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Em Petrova

~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~




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Ebook Giveaway! Get an early copy of Submission Dance

Releasing next Monday, my new book Submission Dance, is the second story in my Fetish & Fantasy Series. All of the standalone stories in this series revolve around one night experiences, and people getting to live out their deepest, darkest fantasies.

A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story1 - 200x300In the first book, Watching Sin, Alana and her husband Doug reach out to his best friend Killian for a hand in making their fantasies come true. Neither of them ever expected what they got….

And now, Submission Dance, follows the footsteps of a BDSM virgin as she crosses over into the darkside, and is swept off of her feet by a delicious Dominant. Lex Gregory and Marley Saltzman start with a dance, but end with….well, you’ll have to read the book to see what they end up with. 😉


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Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, HEA.


“The paddle she’s using is specifically for pleasurable spanking. It’s made of Ash, which is an extremely hard wood, and it has holes drilled through it that add to the sting on his skin. If you were to look closely at it, it is engraved with her name, so that every time she paddles him she is marking him as her property.” Lex’s deep voice vibrated in her ear as he spoke against it, and she shivered again. His tone was low enough that the people around them would only hear a murmur of sound but no words. The heat of his body at her back, and their height difference made her feel dainty and delicate in the curve of his body. “That intrigues you, doesn’t it, princess?”

She nodded, and when he remained silent, she forced herself to speak, “Yes.”

The one word was apparently spoken too loudly, because several people glanced their way, and even Mistress Ana tossed a glare her direction. Flushing with embarrassment, she didn’t argue when Lex tugged her away from the open door and a few feet down the hallway where they wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Tell me, Marley, why do you want to be subjugated and treated like property?”

Her temper flared briefly at his description, and she realized that he was likely trying to push her buttons after her temper tantrum a few minutes ago. She should still be upset with him, and avoiding him, but she found herself answering his question breathlessly. “I don’t wish to be treated harshly. I’m intrigued, as you so eloquently put it, about the freedom of giving up control. I wonder if it’s as good as it sounds to let someone else take the reins and lead while I follow.” She made a move as if to go back to her viewing spot, but his next words froze her in her tracks.

“So you want a babysitter?”

Her body stiffened as she whirled to face him. Meeting his eyes steadily she glared at him. “No, Sir.” Even she could hear the sass in her tone, “I want a man. I’m tired of dating boys who want a woman to cook and clean for them, and take care of them, but they aren’t capable of taking the lead. I want a man who can be gentle—or hard—because he knows I like it both ways. Someday I want someone who will appreciate me caring for him, but isn’t afraid to wash his own laundry. Who will indulge in fantasy with me, because it makes us both happy, but who can also live a normal life and enjoy Chinese take-out on the couch after work. But tonight, all I want is to learn more about myself, and believe me, I damn sure don’t want a babysitter.”

Spinning on her heel with the intention of storming away again, she yelped when he jerked her back by her hair, and then quickly released her, before his arms were wrapping her tightly to his chest. “Easy there, little warrior. I had to make sure you were here for the right reasons. I don’t want to be in a 24/7 babysitting position. I don’t even want to own a slave. I just want a woman who can submit to me because she knows that I control her pleasure. You’ve got a bratty side, and it both pisses me off and turns me on. All I can think about is getting you over my lap and spanking that pretty round ass of yours until it’s bright, fuckably red.”


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Bad-ass Bikers

Hello, dear friends! I’m Em Petrova and I’m talking dirty-hot bikers today. I can’t wait for you to get a taste of my hunky new hero, Jamison.




Jamison is into some dark shit–illegal activities and killings. But he knows how to treat his woman. Read an excerpt of LOVE TIES and comment for a chance to win a $5 Amazon or B&N gift card!


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You can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always come back.


When her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a prayer of a normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough adoptive fathers, and Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five years ago she battled her way out of the Life, got a degree and a good job. The only thing that would bring her back to Heller’s Gap and within range of her ex is revenge.


Jamison’s motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns, unless they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After years of watching his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only desire is to stop more of the trade from coming into Heller’s Gap. At least until he gets an eye—and hand—full of the redheaded vixen, Ever.


In spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god dressed in black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC royalty, and that she’s being hunted by her ex and his gang, Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new speeds. He’d do just about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge she craves…if it doesn’t break him first.



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The instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.

A shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had serious swagger.

Gripping her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to squirm.

From the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-feet-two with a chiseled chest that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.

The pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”

As if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And instantly regretted it.

Jamison’s deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her inner thighs so deliciously not twelve hours ago.

She clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like a sour apple hard candy.

“Do you know who that is?” the bartender asked.

Barely turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”

Her drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.

Three stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s nipples pucker. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.

“What can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”

“Double of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.

Ever’s pussy squeezed with fresh need.

She’d regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered through the door.

Too bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much horsepower between his legs.

She shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her blushes.

Last night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You match your hair,” he’d said.

“I’ve gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor leading to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.

He grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for control.

“Just some dirtbag, huh?”

He was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.

Dipping his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.

“Was I just some dirtbag to you last night?”

“Y-yes.” Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.

Going back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.

In the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.

What the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would kill her in the end.

Jamison skated his perfectly hard lips down her neck to the hollow of her collarbone. Last night he’d drizzled cheap wine on her and lapped it up from that very spot. She melted down the wall, but he pinioned her crotch on his steely thigh.

She wet her lips. “I don’t plan on hanging around some guy wearing patches on his vest.” She’d almost chanted this mantra for twelve hours since meeting him.

Last night a single look from Jamison was all it took. Two slow dances later she was wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Sure, it would start like this—scorching hot sex with a very considerate lover. But over time she’d be up all night, worrying about why he’d gone out packing more heat than the police force. Or whether or not he was with some sweet butt.

Her father had been a MC officer, and her ex patched in when he was barely eighteen. She’d learned how to hate men from the very best.

Guys like Jamison were also too damned sexy for her sanity. She planted her boots and tried to straighten away from him, but he rocked his thigh against her pussy. As hard muscle met needy flesh, even through the barrier of jeans, her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Just some dirtbag who can do this to you.” He pressed his knee upward, lifting her onto tiptoe. She bit off a cry. “And this.” He palmed her breasts, and heat tore through her as if she weren’t wearing a cotton shirt. “Or this.” He nipped her earlobe, and she couldn’t stop herself.

She turned her mouth into his, desperate for his taste. The instant she parted her lips, he plunged inside. For two mind-blowing minutes she forgot her name, her reasons for coming back to Heller’s Gap, and every good intention she had.

Jamison’s kisses stole all rational thought. He angled his head and drank from her, flicking his tongue along her lower lip until her panties were a soggy mess. He cradled her jaw and drove his tongue into her mouth again.

Whimpering, she clung to him.

He leaned away with a satisfied smirk. “Pretty good for just some dirtbag, eh, Ever?”

“I can’t do this. Please let me go.” But at some point he’d already released her. She was standing on her own two feet and holding on to him. Self-disgust surged through her.

Shuffling to the side, she escaped into the ladies’ room, heart thundering as though she were being chased.

Not being chased. Running from my own desires.

And demons.





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Fireworks and a giveaway!

Not to be anti-American or anything, but fireworks aren’t my thing. Not that I really have anything against an awesome fireworks show, but mostly they seem like a waste to me and a hassle to get to and find parking. Am I going to seek out a show? Maybe.

Now fireworks in the bedroom are a necessity, so I’m leaving you with this excerpt from Double Dare. It’s the kind of 4th of July fireworks I want to have. Leave a comment between now and midnight tonight and win a copy of Double Dare. How are you going to spend your 4th of July?


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“Sydney James straddled the hard bodied, sun bronzed working man on the bed beneath her. He was fresh out of the shower with only a white towel and her legs wrapped around him.

“Where are you going to be working tomorrow?” She leaned down and sucked at Logan’s earlobe then flicked the tip of it with her tongue. 
He smelled like soap and man and the heat rushing to her crotch made Sydney almost forget her mission. “Somewhere close to my cabin I hope?” 
His cock came to attention between her legs. Long and hard, its heat pressed against the skin of her inner thigh and her pussy clenched in response. This was one of the best things about dating a twenty-six year old. He was up anytime she even suggested sex. Logan Ford was a good match for exactly what she needed. Smoking sex, and lots of it.    
“Why? You want to come out for a nooner?”   Logan slid a hand up Sydney’s shirt and rubbed a thumb across her nipple. The nipple came to attention, but she held back the moan that wanted to follow. 
“Yes, I would like to come out for a nooner.”  
“Good.” Logan smiled and moved his hands to grasp the edges of Sydney’s t-shirt and pull it up over her head. 
Her eyes automatically went to the open window. Pine trees and mountains were the only things out there, not a neighbor within sight, so no reason to shut the curtain and block out the gorgeous scenery. Not that she was going to be admiring the view outside anytime real soon. She had an even better view right beneath her.
Sydney slithered down his legs, just far enough to release the towel from his waist and let it fall flat beneath him on the bed. She ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. His skin was soft and smooth and his cock strained upward at her touch. 
But Sydney had to take her focus off his thick cock for just a little bit longer. She forced herself to move back up to face him, but her hands lingered on the flexed muscles of his chest. The benefits of dating a logger, a man who worked hard with his hands every day, were evident to anyone who was lucky enough to look his direction. He was hard bodied, lean and strong. Six foot tall, and a little bit mean looking, always in need of a shave, but that made him fit the expectations of his profession. 
Once you got to know Logan, it was easy to see him for the gentile giant he was. As long as you didn’t piss him off anyway. She had a feeling he would be willing to fight for anything important to him.   
“Is your brother going to be working with you?” 
Logan unhooked Sydney’s bra and tossed it to the floor. His mouth latched on to a nipple, sucking it into his mouth hard, his hand gripped her other breast, thumb rubbing circles around that nipple. Her crotch started to hum. He knew just how to touch her, how to turn her body to fire.
“Jack? Yeah, we’ll be working together, but I’m sure we can find a private spot in the woods.” He slipped a finger into her shorts, against her clit and a shiver shot through her. 
“That won’t be necessary.”
He raised an eyebrow in question but didn’t stop touching her. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m bringing a friend I want to set him up with. Is your brother still single?” 
“Jack works from before the sun comes up until dark. When he’s not out in the forest, he’s looking over the books. That’s where he is right now. Making sure this company keeps going in the horseshit economy.   Poor bastard probably hasn’t been laid in a year.”   
Logan pulled her shorts and panties down. He arched his hips upward, rubbing the length of his cock against her pussy.
“Mmmmmm.” She closed her eyes almost giving in to the temptation, but she had to maintain focus on her objective.
“That’s why he’s a perfect match for my friend.” Sydney’s words were breathy. She wanted his cock inside her now, but she had to get him to agree with her plan first. “Emma lost her husband five years ago, and she still isn’t interested in dating.”
“Yeah, well they’ve both got some serious issues…if that makes them a perfect match.” He grunted, and she could tell he wasn’t exactly excited about her set up idea, but she would convince him, for Emma’s sake. The girl needed to get laid. 
“You don’t offer to help Jack with the books so he has time to get some?”  
They had only been dating for a month, so she didn’t know a lot about his brother and their logging company. Logan was definitely smart enough to work on the business side. Wasn’t what she expected when she came upon him in the woods, but she was lucky she did. Her pickup had broken down, and he took an hour trying to fix it for her on his way home from work.    
When Logan came back the next day with the part she needed and fixed it, he wouldn’t take any money. So Sydney found an even better way to thank him.
 “Jack’s such a perfectionist. I can’t even touch the damn books. I have a degree in economics for God’s sake. I made a lot of money as a stock trader. It’s not like the finances of a logging company are above my pay grade.” Logan gritted his teeth, but then he let his eyes drift slowly down her naked body. 
“That’s okay.” He slid a finger into her hot wetness. She sucked in a sharp breath and her walls clenched around it before he slipped the finger back out leaving her empty and needing more. “I’ve got better things to do. Like you.”  


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