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Don’t Judge – Anna Lund

Have we always been so judgmental? Or is it just social media that has brought it out into the open? I see so many posts of Facebook, Twitter, forums, etc. Even overheard conversations:

“I don’t know how anyone would want to read about BDSM. Or be aroused by spanking. Or think about male/male. Or imagine age play. Etc. Etc. Etc.” Underneath these statements slithers a thread of judgement which really means, “I think there’s something wrong with that. Wrong with a person who thinks that. Feels like that. Fantasizes like that.”

I’m sure that some of the things arousing to me would turn other people off immediately.  And vice versa. To each his own, as the saying goes. I don’t happen to like mushrooms but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who do.

And honestly, I don’t know if we really have control over our fantasies. The same things turn me on now that did from when I was old enough to have fantasies. And for a long time I thought I was alone in those fantasies, and I did think there was something wrong with me. I’m so grateful for erotic romance because I discovered that other people had all sorts of arousing fantasies too, and I could read about them and I could write about them. And I knew it was all right.

So I would never judge anyone else for their fantasies.I write spanking romances because I think they’re fun. And they turn me on. I don’t happen to care for age-play, but that’s okay.Lots of people do. I just leave those books to the ones who do.So why does judging have to come into it?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here on this blog. Our readers are a pretty open-minded bunch. Do the people shooting off those snarky comments do it on purpose, or do they not even think about it?

Just the rambling thoughts I had on my walk this morning…

Anna

 

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Wine, chips, & B&E–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I’ve been attending a wine tasting group for several months. We don’t meet often (shucks!) and I don’t know many of the women very well. One of the ladies, we’ll call her Sue, invited a few of us over to her brother’s house for wine by the pool. When I arrived at the house I was in awe. The place was amazing and luxurious. I  was afraid to touch anything, but she said her brother is go-with-the-flow. We’re all sitting around, drinking, snacking, having a good time when one of the ladies comes back from the restroom asking, “Why aren’t there any family photos, or anything personal?”  Sue answers, “Ladies, I have a confession.” Her expression turned serious. “This isn’t my brother’s house. I don’t know the man who owns the place, except that he is out of the country on business.”

I spurt wine out of my mouth. We’re all in shock. Is she joking?

“I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve had a problem for years, breaking into other peoples’ homes. I’ve been to the doctor, but the meds aren’t helping,” Sue said.

Okay, let me remind you. I don’t know this woman very well. She seems nice, head-together, cool…but I’ve had friends in the past who turned out crazy.

Then she starts laughing–so hard that she’s almost crying. “I had all of you! Haven’t any of you seen the movie The Gift?”

Yes, we made her prove that we weren’t trespassing.  And yes, I did see the movie The Gift!

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Blurb:

Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on…things are about to get rough and dirty.

Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers–among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.

Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She’s lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands–and that husky Texas twang.

After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.

Roman has always been the ‘go-with-the-flow’ type so when his ‘wife’ shows up on his ranch needing his help he’s more than willing to oblige–especially if it means they’ll be husband and wife in every way. He’s got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can’t seem to get enough.

Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn’t sure he’s cut out to be in the public eye–he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it’s time to make a choice…or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.

EXCERPT:

“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”

“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.

“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”

He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.

She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.

He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.

“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.

He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.

She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.

“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.

He laughed. “I own half the stock.”

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Do You Need a Good Spanking? – Anna Lund

A spanking scene that is? When I first started writing erotic romance, I never really thought of spankings as a thing. I’d written spankings into some of my sex scenes, of course, but never really thought of writing spankings for their own sake until I began to write for Blushing Books (which has a beautiful new website!) I don’t write too many spanking scenes that don’t end up with sex, but I thought I’d share one today that does, and it’s one of my favorites. It’s from Taming Serena, book #2 in my Norian Masters series.

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Excerpt:

Serena’s eyes met Micah’s, her heart pounding. He ran his palm over her bottom and even though she was nervous, she couldn’t help but notice the way his huge hand covered her, heated her.  An evil grin spread across his face and she shivered. How could she be growing damp when he was threatening her?

His other hand was still wrapped around her wrist, the pressure strong but not painful. Micah’s anger reverberated in the air around them. She’d stowed away knowing he was not going to be happy to find her here, but how could she have possibly known that simply being on the ship would be dangerous?

Micah said they could have been killed because of her selfishness. She supposed she did deserve to be punished for that, but to just lay her body over his strong legs? To offer herself to him for punishment without any resistance? That just didn’t seem right.

His gaze burned into her. The thought of struggling against him heated her even further. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want him overpowering her. She didn’t want to be stripped naked. She didn’t want him binding her arms and legs. How could she possibly want that?

But somehow just the thought of all of these things had her woman’s spot quivering and tingling. She tore her eyes away from him and let her gaze bounce around the small cockpit as if there was something there that could save her from her fate.

She was a princess. The future queen of the entire planet of Vanya. She should behave as one, with dignity and pride. But if she didn’t resist, she would be surrendering.

He squeezed her wrist. “Last chance to make this easy, Princess.”

Instinct had her tugging against the hold he had on her. She should have known it would have been no use. Micah gave one strong tug and she found herself draped over his hard, firm thighs. She let out a surprised cry but before she had a chance to react, he pressed one hand onto the small of her back and she was held there as securely as if she was bound with rope. Her hands were free, yes, but what good would it do to wave them around in the air? And she could kick, but her feet wouldn’t reach him so what good would that do? She was well and truly trapped.

Her breath was coming in rapid pants. Her heart thudded. Serena tried to relax, to calm her breathing. She told herself to let Micah do what he would. Better to get it over with since protesting would do no good. But when his other hand began to stroke up her bare legs and the shivers ran along her skin, she couldn’t stop from wriggling in response.

He simply continued on in his usual calm way, pushing the long skirts of her light-weight dress higher with each stroke of his palm. A cool rush of air hit her bare bottom and she knew he’d easily uncovered her completely. It was her own fault. She’d dressed that morning with seduction on her mind, donning a lightweight dress and the barest of panties.

But this scenario had never crossed her mind.

He chuckled. “How kind of you to wear this style of underwear which leaves the spankable parts of your ass bare for me.”

She wriggled again. She couldn’t stop it. Micah gave her one quick slap to get her attention. She was surprised it barely hurt.

“Do you understand why I am going to spank you, Your Highness?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, swallowing before she replied. “You are punishing me.”

He was so big, his arms thick with muscles, his hands huge as they held her down. “And why do I need to punish you?”

The words came out in a rush. “You don’t. Really. Micah, I’ll be good. I promise.”

Another quick slap. A little harder this time, but it only stung a little bit. “Serena, why do I need to punish you?”

She sighed and dropped her head down. Her long hair curtained her face. She really didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face or watch him deliver the spanking. “Because I was selfish and almost got us killed.”

His palm rested hot and heavy on her bottom. “Good. I wanted to make sure you understood before I started.” He stroked her lightly as he spoke, his voice low, slow, smooth. She shivered some more.

“I’m not going to lie. This is going to hurt,” he went on. “I know you’ll struggle. I know you won’t be able to stop from shouting out or crying and that’s all right. I don’t expect anything else. But all the same, I don’t want you to try to hurt me or for you to try to get off my lap until I’m finished with your punishment. Do you understand?”

Her brain had begun to whirl after he told her it was going to hurt. Of course, she knew it would hurt but to have him state it in such a calm, matter-of-fact way sent the blood pulsing through her ears. The whoosh blocked out the rest of his words.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

Micah sighed. He sounded sad. “I know. It will be over soon. Just remember you brought this on yourself. The next time you want to act before you think of the consequences, I hope you will remember how you feel now.”

Serena nodded. The blood was starting to run to her head as it hung down and she was getting a headache. Or it might have been the fear making her head pound. “Just get it over with.” She placed her hands on the floor and braced herself.

The next slap felt nothing like the previous ones. The biting pain as his huge hand met her bare bottom made her squeal. The sharp sound of the slap was just as surprising. Her skin burned. Micah brushed his hand lightly over her bottom before giving her another smack. She squealed again and kicked out her legs.

Soon Serena was sobbing as he continued to hold her down with one hand and spank her with the other. She cried out his name. She begged him to stop. She promised him anything if only he would stop.

But Micah made no acknowledgement that he heard her or that he even cared.

Her bottom throbbed and burned but he kept on spanking her. She wriggled on his lap, unable to stop from instinctively trying to get away from him. Her hands hurt from pounding her fists on the floor. She kicked her feet wildly in the air. Her screams had died down to ragged sobs. He kept spanking her with hard, rhythmic strikes.

It felt like hours before he finally stopped but she knew it had been only minutes. Still she hurt and she couldn’t stop crying. Micah began to softly stroke her burning cheeks with the hand that had been striking her only moments before. As her sobs quieted, she could hear him murmuring something. She couldn’t understand the words. They must have been in the language of his childhood, but they had a soothing sound.

Then his hands slid up to grasp her shoulders. “You can get up now, Your Highness.”

She sniffed and let him pull her up. Before she knew it she was curled up in his lap. “It hurts,” she whimpered. Her bottom burned but she snuggled close, soaking in the comfort that overrode the hurt.

“I know.” Micah put his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled open a drawer within easy reach and took out a soft cloth. After he silently wiped the tears from her cheeks, she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. “It’s over. You did very well.”

She was surprised how such a big man, who could deliver such a bruising punishment, could also be so gentle. Serena didn’t expect his praise to make her feel so good. Micah ran his hand over her back in soothing circles.

“I really am sorry I put us in danger,” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.

“I know.” He stroked her hair back from her damp face. “I hope I don’t have to punish you again.” He caught her chin and drilled her with his serious gaze. “But I will if I have to.”

Serena nodded. She shifted on his lap and she felt him grow larger and harder beneath her. Her bottom still felt as if it was on fire, but her woman’s spot tingled as well and she didn’t want to move from the comfort of his embrace.

But when he lifted her off his lap, he made no sign that he wanted her. Did he think she didn’t notice his arousal? Did he think she didn’t want him after he’d punished her? That was definitely not the case, if anything, she wanted him more.

So how about you? Do you need a good spanking scene? If so, pick up any one of my Blushing Books releases and get your spanking fix.

Anna

 

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Release Day! Rhonda Lee Carver

bio123Hi, y’all!

Rhonda Lee Carver is the bestselling author of the series Second Chance Cowboys and the Cowboys of Nirvana. She has written more than 40 books and loves writing heroes who love to get their hands dirty and heroines who readers can relate to. Rhonda sprinkles her stories with a dash of reality, a teaspoon of heartbreak. a splattering of second chances and a heaping amount of romance.

From cowboys to military to lawmen to wolves…you’ll find your reason to fall in love.

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Summer is flying and I’m knocking out cowboys–not literally–but I’ve been hitting my keyboard fast and hard. I’m excited today because The Discreet Cowboy (#6, Cowboys of Nirvana) is available now! If you pre-ordered it, you should have it in your Kindle. If you didn’t, no worries. Grab it now! I’ll have the buy links below.

This story was one of my faves to write. Dade hit the dirt off a horse and was temporarily paralyzed. Docs told him he’d never walk again, but nothin’ keep a cowboy down. After grueling, long therapy, he’s walking again–but not quite as recovered as he’s hoped. Dade also has a few secrets that might shock you, or entice you, or maybe a bit of both. Warning: He’s the youngest cowboy I’ve written and the most naive.

 

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Here’s a snippet. Enjoy!

Starting for the hem of her shirt, she stopped. One horse moved away from the others at a slow trot.

Narrowing her eyes, she focused. Is that a man sitting on top?

She swallowed.

Dade sat in the saddle. He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out the details of his face, but she’d recognize the black hat and broad shoulders anywhere. So he traded in his wheels for hooves? Blowing out a long breath, she tapped the toe of her shoe in frustration. How had he found her? Couldn’t he take a hint? Angry that he ruined her moment of tranquility, she had half a mind to stomp across the field and tell him to go jump off a cliff—with a parachute, of course.

Telling him anything about her frustration wouldn’t work. He’d just play stupid and pretend it was only a coincidence that she saw him everywhere she went.

Well, so be it! She stomped onto the dock, the wood creaking under her feet.

She wouldn’t let him deter her from enjoying herself. In fact, she’d show him!

Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.

A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.

Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.

Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.

Did he think she was completely out of control?

It didn’t matter what he thought.

Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.

“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

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Coming July 1st – Learning Her Curves by Anna Lund

It doesn’t happen very often – a story that practically writes itself. I have to admit this coworkers-to-lovers, big-girl heroine, kinky-sex, spanking romance only took me a couple of weeks to write. The characters emerged full-blown – the smart, sassy plus-sized heroine who’d been jaded by too many one-night stands. The good-guy hero who turned alpha when she talked down about her body.They had the sexy banter down from the get go and I felt as if I was just along for the ride.

Unfortunately, all my stories don’t come that easily, but thank goodness this one did. And on July 1st, you can catch Meredith and Sam’s sexy, emotional story and go along for the ride.

Learning Her Curves

Excerpt:

Delightful shivers danced along her skin and she leaned in close, placed her hand on his shoulder. “Okay, Sam. What are we doing here?”

He leaned in even closer. “Getting to know each other a little better?”

The scent of spicy musk reached her over the smells of booze and perfume in the air around them, and she took a big whiff. He smelled great. “Are you hitting on me, Sam?”

“I’d hoped the hitting on was mutual.”

It was hard to resist a guy who made her laugh. Especially a hot guy who made her laugh and squirm on her seat, even an uncomfortable seat. But from prior experience, she knew a hot guy like Sam wouldn’t want her for more than a one-night stand. “We have to see each other at work.” Life could get awkward fast.

“I know.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Those guys are leaving. Want to grab that booth?”

“Yes!”

He laughed, grabbed her arm and snagged the back booth before anyone else noticed it was free. She scooted onto the bench seat and instead of taking the seat on the opposite side of the table, Sam slid in beside her. Between the two of them—one big and tall, one big and wide—they took up most of the space.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit beside you,” Sam said softly. “We can talk without shouting across the table and besides, now I can do this without drawing too much attention.” He placed his hand on her knee, then began to slide it slowly up her bare thigh until he reached the edge of the hem of her dress. Her sex quivered in anticipation and he wasn’t even close to her center.

Two could play that game. Meredith put her hand on his thigh. It was so hot and hard. But his leg was covered by fabric and that was so not fair.

Her mind was whirling with the implications of what was happening here tonight. She’d been stood up by one guy but now was getting up close and personal with a coworker. A totally hot coworker who at this moment was sneaking his fingers underneath her dress. She slid her hand up at little closer to his groin.

“It’s your turn,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

His slow slide up her thigh stopped and he gently squeezed her flesh. “My turn?”

She settled in closer, shoulders touching, thighs rubbing, hands a little hungry for more. “For another bad-date story. Surely there was someone worse than the greedy woman who just wanted you to buy her food for the next week.”

Sam smiled and resumed his voyage beneath her dress. The waves of arousal swimming through her system grew larger and more insistent. She was glad she hadn’t worn a tight dress, she’d hate to have missed the feeling of Sam’s fingers stroking her inner thigh.

The waitress came and they ordered another round of drinks. This would have to be her last one, and then she’d have to get some food in her stomach. Her head was whirling slightly but it was more from the sexy man beside her and the intimate way he was touching her, than from the alcohol.

Meredith shifted in the much-more-comfortable seat, dropping her leg to the side to give his fingers better access. She barely worried about what he thought about her fleshy thigh. The liquor had apparently done a good job of lowering her inhibitions.

“There was the woman who took her cat with us on our date,” he said. “The furry thing was curled up in her lap the entire time. She petted it and talked to it for the entire drive down the coast. I might as well have been their chauffeur.”

“Maybe she was afraid you were going to try to get in her lap and she wanted protection.” She laughed louder when the thought hit her. “Wait. Ha! She was petting her pussy so you couldn’t.”

Sam joined in her laughter. His fingers had made it to the edge of her panties. Any worries she had about her thick thighs went flying from her mind when he skimmed a finger down the wet center.

Mark your calendar for July 1st! Then enjoy the ride!

Anna

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Super Sexy Excerpt – a New Adult Erotica with a Supernatural Twist

Adults Only Here Please! Because it’s so very sexy!!!

Legend Awakening is Book 1 of the Diaries of a Casanova Series. I’m writing it with a man I met when I worked in the music industry, and it’s a fictionalized telling of his life story. There will be two more books soon, so I want you to enjoy the introduction to his sexual awaking.

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Here’s an excerpt from Legend Awakening:

Liam reached for Kaylee and helped her to her feet, then guided her to sit on his lap facing him. He had an almost overwhelming urge to want her mouth back on him. Any guy would want more, but it distracted him, becoming an instinctual need in him. More than just a sexual desire.

She kissed him, quick and wild, her tongue lashing against his. Ending the kiss, she shoved him back on the bed.

Liam just looked at her, trying to continue behaving as a gentleman. “You’re beautiful and sexy.” Romance was quickly turning into lust.

Wiggling her hips, she moved forward, rubbing her sweet honey all over his hungry manhood. She lowered herself, adjusting her trajectory until the head of his shaft touched her outer lips.

A blast of heat raced through his loins, engulfing him in fire. He slid his palms along her firm thighs.

She grabbed the base of him and rubbed his tip into her sex, pushing it into her soft, ready warmth.

A big, Texas-sized grin spread across his face as epiphany hit him. Holy fricking hell, he was about to have sex. With his hot, amazing woman.

“Liam, oh wow, babe, it’s…so…oh, wow.” She dropped herself a few inches, taking his head deep into her slick depths.

Energy flooded his bloodstream, tingling raced along his skin. His hands dropped to his sides, his heart began to pound. This felt indescribable. He’d come by his own hand, but nothing like this had ever charged through him.

Kaylee moved slowly, up and down, taking his length deeper and deeper.

It felt too slow for him. The urge to grab her and shove her balls-deep on his shaft became nearly uncontrollable.

She leaned forward and put her palms on his chest. Her unfocused eyes stared at his chin as she panted, as if she’d become possessed by more than just the moment. “Liam, it’s so, so…so fucking marvelous.”

This was the first time he’d ever heard her cuss.

Her body worked, tipping and circling, as her tightness relaxed just a little and shifted, making room for him.

His hips jerked and she made a small noise. He had to hold on, couldn’t risk hurting her. Grabbing the quilt on each side of him in tight fists, he fought back, holding his hunger at bay by sheer force of will.

When she sat up again, he slid inside her those few last inches. Her thighs pressed on his hips. She shuddered and cried out, her face flushed pink, her eyes barely slits.

His blood roared in his ears like a squadron of jets flying over. Insatiable desire, so strong it would not be restrained, took over his body, and he gave in to the compulsion.

Liam pulled Kaylee into his arms and flipped her under him on the mattress.

“Oh my God, I—”

He dug the fingers of one hand into her hair and pressed his lips to her perfect mouth, his tongue plunging, their teeth tapping with the intensity of the kiss.

Running his free hand down to her luscious bottom, he lifted her hips, impaling her with everything he had. What the hell happened to treating her like she was breakable? He paused, looking at her face.

She smiled up at him and made a moaning sound that amped up the lust inside him. Then, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. “Yes. Hard. Do me hard.”

Liam had no doubt Kaylee was not acting like herself, and there was no question that he wasn’t himself either. What was going on here? He jerked his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out of her, then slammed back in, pulled out and slammed back in harder. The pleasure flowing into his swollen member coursed through his body like an explosion of molten lava.

Her indrawn breath made her nipples cut hot trails along the skin of his chest. Her eyes went wild as she wrapped her legs around him, opening herself wider for him, urging him further inside her with her calves.

He growled, a sound he’d never made before, and he let the intense craving drive his hips. Pistoning his shaft into her, he took her hard and fast, moving his hand from her hair to her shoulder to hold her under him. His other hand slid between their bodies and his thumb found her “oh my God” button and began circling it.

She screamed his name and her tightness contracted around his shaft, her whole body tensing. Her nails scraped along his back as she cried out with each sure thrust of his powerful hips.

He couldn’t get deep enough inside her, he couldn’t pump hard enough, fast enough. The feral need spun his thoughts until all he knew was the drive to mate.

Slamming into her, her body melted beneath him as her climax slowed, dropping her back to Earth with a quiet cry. She sucked in air. “Liam, holy fuck, I’ve never had anything like that…”

He pistoned faster, asking her with his eyes, “Again?”

Her eyes shone as she smiled. “Yeah, again.”

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Book Blurb: The Diaries of a Casanova Series addresses the controversial and often taboo art of The Ultimate Female Orgasm. The books are based on true-life events and real life experiences of co-author, Leo J. Canyon, pen name for a country music artist who has been seen by millions. “Leo” has opened his secret vault, telling his story in this truthful adventure that unfolds through fiction. The series of three books combines a traditional romance with a supernatural twist, and sexual passion so strong it smolders off the page. This mysterious subject begs to be explored, opening discussions for women worldwide. Join us as we take this erotic storytelling journey together. It’s fiction based on truth, guaranteed to get a little rain on you.

LEGEND AWAKENING

When small-town, Southern boy Liam Jackson learns he’s able to evoke The Ultimate Female Orgasm, he’s unprepared for the side effects. With each one he brings forth, he inherits the woman’s sexual uncertainty and frustrations. This frees the woman to love whomever she chooses, but binds Liam’s soul more and more with each encounter, lessening his ability to find love.

Inspired by the rumor of a legendary ritual known as “The Rain Ceremony,” Liam questions whether this ability may be his hereditary legacy. In a reckless search for answers, he creates havoc with the people he cares about most. Reaching the lowest point of his life, he is faced with a pivotal decision: will Liam seek the future his family wants for him, or continue his search for the truth?

As the legend awakens, Liam can no longer ignore the mysterious powers at work within him.

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Hope this hot little excerpt helps you have an amazing day!
Randi
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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#NewRelease from @AnitaPhilmar – The Country Doctor’s Bride #99cents

The 6th book in the Naked Bluff, Texas series, western, historical erotica set in 1860s.

Hell break loose while resting in the back of a wagon. Shots fire, her new friend falls off the front bench on top of her.

Shots are fired.

The wagon’s driver falls off the front bench on top of Dixy.

This unexpected turn of events catches her off-guard. After all, she is on her way out of Texas. As the daughter of a doctor, she has decided to head back to Georgia to help with the war efforts. The only problem is she has to depend on the help of others to get there.

Now, she is rushing to Naked Bluff to find a doctor to help Tobias. Only to have him die and make her the number one suspect. Unable to leave town, she is forced to stay with the town doctor.

Doctor Nathaniel Murphy claims she’s everything he wants in a woman.

Can she believe him?

Or should she worry more about the killer?

After all, she’s the only one who can identify him.

Excerpt:

Dixy bit her lip and toyed with the buttons of her top. “I hate to admit it, but I had a dream about you.”

Happy she’d had a restless night too, he eased closer and fingered her bloomers. “I guess that explains why you didn’t fight me this morning when I kissed you. You were primed and ready for us to make love.”

She leaned back on the pillow behind her and released a button between her breasts. Her gaze stayed clue to his, and she licked her lips. The erotic thought of his cock in her mouth jumped to the forefront of his mind. “I know what happens when a man makes love to a woman, but I’m not exactly sure what I should do.”

“What do you feel like doing?” Nathan watched as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. The loose opening revealed a white camisole with silky ribbons. His mouth watered. He curled his fingers into her bloomers to keep from ripping the fabric apart.

“Would you think me a complete whore if I said I need to be free of my clothes?” She blushed and dipped her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

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Also, several other books are on sale now too so check out the entire series.

Historical Westerns Naked Bluff, Texas series

 

In Deep Water – Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn’t cause any problems…could it?

http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Water-Naked-Bluff-Texas-ebook/dp/B00EOCROYK

In Too Deep – The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.

http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Naked-Bluff-Texas-Book-ebook/dp/B00IMQLOMC

Duty’s Bride  – Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?

http://www.amazon.com/Deputys-Bride-Naked-Bluff-Texas-ebook/dp/B00NUTJ5N6

More Than Ready – Can a determined woman win her heart’s desire?

http://www.amazon.com/Ready-Naked-Western-Historical-Romance-ebook/dp/B00XLWMATS

Other Historical Western – Texas Passion – A girl determined to get her man no matter the cost. http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Passion-ebook/dp/B0056B5STQ

 

Hope you enjoy,
Anita
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New Release from Alice Gaines

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For years, Mora has studied the ancient art of sex in the literature and history of her planet, Vesta. Now she’s been assigned to visit Earth to discover, hands-on, how sex is performed so she can re-teach the pleasures of the flesh to her people. Unfortunately, she’s been paired with an aristocratic prig who prides himself on tight control of his emotions and denial of any sensual pleasure. Thank the Universe he’s a handsome devil, or the job would be impossible.

Laer has spent his life in pursuit of the intellectual over the carnal. Unfortunately, he scores high on Mora’s so-called tests of sensuality. Now he’s been assigned to a mission to Earth to study how to give and receive sexual pleasure. Watching a pair of Earthers make love opens up a new reality for him, but what follows between him and Mora in the bedroom steals not only his dignity but his heart.

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And now, for an Excerpt.  (Adult content to follow)

 

He went to the bathroom door and paused on the threshold. Not far from where he stood, she sat in the huge, sunken tub as water gushed from the whirlpool jets, creating swirling currents around her. She straightened and stilled. Sensing his presence? He hadn’t made a sound.

“As the Earthers say,” she said. “Come on in. The water’s fine.”

“Did you really need to bathe in the middle of the night?” he said.

“I wanted to.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and her gaze fell to his erection and stayed there. “My, my, Laer. What have you been doing?”

“Imagining you.” He went to the tub and sat on the edge with his feet in the water. It was, indeed, heavenly. “And our mission.”

She gave him a smile full of sin. “Ready to experience something new?”

“What did you have in mind?”

She floated toward him, eased his legs apart, and crouched looking up at him, her face near his stiff rod. She gripped him by the base. “I could practice giving a man pleasure by playing with this.”

Vesta, what her touch did to him. All the sensations from his dream came crashing back into his consciousness. “Would that give you pleasure, too?”

“It would be fun.” She stroked him from the root to the tip.

“Then please proceed,” he said.

She bent and closed her lips around the head of his cock, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. So much more powerful than he’d thought possible, even in his dream. He closed his eyes to concentrate on it fully. The heat, the pressure as she sucked and slid her lips downward over his shaft. The throbbing grew more intense, as if he’d burst. Of course, he would if he allowed her to continue. He’d climax, shooting his essence into her mouth. No, he’d stop her before he lost complete control. So much sweeter to lose himself inside her body. But for now, he’d allow her to give him this sort of pleasure, and at some point, he’d do the same for her.

He opened his eyes to watch, although they didn’t focus completely, and her image came to him wrapped in a haze of lust. She moved her head up and down, her cheeks working to create suction. His skin gave off the glow of arousal, and so did hers, although less intense. Giving him oral sex aroused her, too. Interesting.

“It’s good.” He groaned. “Vesta, so good.”

She removed his rod from her mouth and held it against her cheek. The deep, deep blue of it showed how close he’d come to orgasm, and she’d have to notice the fact.

“I want to be inside you when I come,” he said.

She grinned at him. “You will be.”

“Then, now.”

“In a little bit.” She went back to caressing him with her mouth. Gritting his teeth in an effort for some control, he allowed her to continue. Just a few seconds more. He could hold on, take what she offered, and still fend off his orgasm.

He could, that was, until she reached between his legs and softly brushed his sac with the tips of her fingers. The action came as a total shock, and his body stiffened, ready to surrender to the inevitable.

No, he would not be so selfish. “Stop, Mora. Take me inside you while I touch the place you like so much.”

She released him, and when he lowered himself into the tub, she came toward him, ready to part her legs in welcome.

“Turn around,” he said. “Your back toward my front.”

She did as he’d instructed, and now he could grip his sex by the base to direct the tip to the lips of her sex. As she sank down onto him, she arched her back and placed her hands over her breasts.

“I’ll do that.” It was his place to touch her to give her pleasure, after all. When she didn’t have him with her, she could do what she wanted, but with his sex fully embedded in hers, he’d made her body his.

A possessive thought, but so very right under the circumstances. He pushed her hands aside and cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Softly, the way she liked.

“Oh, Laer,” she crooned. “Such a quick learner.”

“All credit to my teacher.” Just because he could, he nipped at the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder.

“And an animal, too.”

“To your credit as well.”

“How you fill me,” she said. “Did you get bigger?”

“Flatterer.”

“And to think our race gave this up.” Then she began to move, pushing herself upward and then lowering herself again. Her muscles gripped him with every motion. Squeezing. He’d approached climax earlier, and she’d have him there again soon. Before his control slipped, he smoothed his hand downward, over her belly to the hair covering her sex. When he reached the spot where her lips had parted to take him inside, he found her clit. Already hard, the bud awaited his touch, and he obliged, rubbing her and pressing.

“Vesta!” she cried. “Oh, beloved home, that’s exactly it.”

“And this?” He flicked his finger over her clit.

This time, she didn’t answer with words but with a cry. He’d brought her close, and now they could come together. He thrust up into her, barely aware of the water sloshing all around them. His lust-addled brain did register the glow of her skin, now fully as bright as his own. And the more they moved, the tighter the grip of her sex around his. He couldn’t last, but he had to. He had to make her come and soon.

He continued moving inside her while he used his finger to stroke her bud, as fast and hard as he could manage. His mind blanked out to everything but the desire to please her and the sensations of her walls milking him.

Just when he couldn’t take another moment and he would explode, she signaled her orgasm with a shout. Her inner muscles tightened even more around him, and he pounded into her as his climax claimed him. He came with a rush, and then she was spasming around him, pushing him even higher. He released his essence into her in powerful waves, crashing over each other, and both their voices echoed off the walls.

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The Country Doctor’s Bride – Available for PreOrder #HistoricalErotica by @AnitaPhilmar

I’m excited about this book because it’s the longest book in the series so far.

Like Deputy’s Bride, the Country Doctor’s Bride has a murder and mystery, along with hot sex scenes.

Dixy is a woman, hoping to go home to Georgia, but finds herself at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Witness to a murder, she is forced to stay in Naked Bluff, Texas until Deputy Kildare checks out her story.

But who wants to let a complete stranger stay with them when a murderer might be out to kill her?

Luckily, Doctor Nathaniel Murphy is more than willing to let the beautiful lady stay with him but he wants more than a few days.

Can this couple make it work?

 The Country Doctor Bride – comes out May 12
is 
on sale for 99 cents  Will go up to $3.99 on May 19

Sixth book in the Naked Bluff, Texas series

Hot stories set in 1860 Texas

Official Blurb:

Country Doctor’s Bride

With no ties to Texas, Dixy secures a ride to the next town on her way out of the state. The driver, Tobias Poe offers to let her rest. While she’s in the back, he is shot.

Rushing to save him, she arrives in Naked Bluff, Texas.

The town’s doctor, Nathaniel Murphy can’t save him, but he can save her?

Penniless, alone, and now a murder suspect, Dixy has no alternative but to accept his help.

Can this couple build a future together or will someone silence her before she can identify the murder?

Excerpt:

Unexpectantly, Nathaniel turned. “Look, you appear to know
about taking care of people who are hurt. Most would never have tried to stop
the flow of blood by applying a compress.”
Darn, she’d forgot her bloomers were
covered with blood too. Disheartened by the thought, she didn’t contemplate her
reply and blurted out, “My dad was a doctor. I helped him in his practice.”
“You’re hired.”
Blinking at his sudden offer, she shook her head. “I can’t.
It wouldn’t be proper for me to stay here. I’m not married.”
To make sure she fully understood his living arrangements,
she added, “Perhaps you’re married? And I haven’t had…”
“No, which means this will work out perfectly. We’ll simply
tell everyone you came here to marry me.” He walked to her and captured the
hand she’d lifted to clutch her chest.
“What are you nuts? I don’t even know you.” She fought the
sudden whirling sensation of her world spinning out of control.
“Are you familiar with anyone in the area?” He wrapped his
other arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
“No, my father died of a fever several months ago. Now, I’m
heading back home to Georgia. I have a few distant cousins that still reside
there,” she muttered, confused as to why he’d even make such an idiotic
suggestion.

 

“Good, this is the perfect solution to both of our problems.
You’re looking for a place to live, and I need an assistant.” He didn’t give
her a chance to respond. Instead, he swept her up into his arms and walked up
the stairs. 

Available at amazon

Also, check out the other books in the series and read excerpts at www.anitaphilmar.com

In Deep Water
In Too Deep
More Than Ready
The Deputy’s Bride
A Cowboy’s Pleasure
The County Doctor’s Bride

 

A Cowboy’s Passion – coming soon.
Have an awesome day,
Anita
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Keeping Busy and a Hot Excerpt by Dalton Diaz

Once again, I couldn’t make it to RT, and as the pics start to flow, I’m feeling a bit bummed. I had high hopes for going this year because I love Vegas, and because I know that attending next year is unlikely with two kids graduating college and a big anniversary happening at the same time.

Thankfully, I have a few exciting things to keep me busy for the next week. The premier of season 2 of Outlander, the arrival of The Beast by Jr Ward, binge-watching the final season of True Blood (I was late to that party!), the construction that has finally begun on my house from last year’s storm damage, and hey…WRITING!

I’m going to leave you with a hot excerpt from Great Zeus, my story in the Gods Gone Wild anthology with Ashlyn Chase. Enjoy!

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Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt Pele 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.

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?

Excerpt
“Who do you see when you look at me like that?”

What? The question brought me back to the present, where Hope was still dressed and standing in front of the bed instead of on it. She was also frowning.

I closed the distance between us and caressed her soft cheek. “You.”

“You called for Pandora when you ran toward the limo earlier. I’m not mad,” she clarified before kissing my palm. “I know you’re kind of obsessed with ancient Greek mythology. I just want to make sure you’re here with me.

That you know I’m flesh and blood Hope, a human who makes mistakes.”

“Don’t you get it? Pandora was a human gift from the gods.” I closed my eyes against a wave of emotion before being able to look at her to say the words. “I’m not mixing you up with some idea of perfection. I’m calling you, Hope, a gift beyond value. Faults and all.”

She was quiet for a moment before she nodded. “From anyone else, that would border on stalker scary. From you, it makes sense.”

I laughed. “Thanks. I think.”

“Will you do something for me now, though?” She licked her lips in a nervous gesture that made me want to beg for mercy.

“Yes.” It didn’t matter what she asked for, it was hers.

“Will you take your clothes off first this time?”

I stepped back and stripped without another word, or even a wince at leaving my pain-free zone. When I was done, I laid her hands on my bare chest.

“Please,” I took a deep breath. “Touch me.”

“Jack.” It was a whisper of desire. It was also the wrong fucking name.

“Please don’t get mad.” I put my hands over hers, afraid she’d pull away. “But that’s not my name. The Powers That Be thought I should go in under a fake name, and I’ll bet I can thank Tony for coming up with that one.”

“Thank god!” Her topaz eyes danced with humor. “So what is your real name?”

I couldn’t give her that, but it didn’t really matter beyond not calling me

Jack. “Theus.” I settled on getting as close to my real name as I dared.

“Yeah, I really am Greek.”

I kissed her, both to stop any more questions and because I really, really wanted to kiss her. It was all good until her soft palm slid down my body.

The next thing I knew, I was over her on the bed and she was pushing at my chest. “Theus, don’t you dare!”

The first time she used the name was in warning, dammit.

“Shit! Sorry!” I forced myself to roll to my back. “That was an out-of-control thing, not a trying-to-control thing, I swear.”

“Are you saying I need to tie you up?” she asked, clearly hopeful.

Oh fuck. We’d done that once. I still maintained it had resulted in a major earthquake credited to Poseidon. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. “Not helping!”

I felt her leave the bed. While the instant return of pain helped get me back under control, I had to wonder if I’d blown it after all. I couldn’t look, even when I heard the unmistakable sound of a suitcase zipper. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I felt the bed dip with her weight.

When the movement stopped, I took a deep breath and let my arm fall to the sheets to clutch them in desperation. The only thing Hope was wearing was a look on her face that said she planned to eat me alive.

The next few minutes were delicious agony. Gentle touches that started at my brow, each caress followed by a soft kiss and a quick flick of her hot tongue. I let her draw it out for as long as I could, knuckles white on the sheets, body trembling out of control by the time she dipped below my rib cage. She was methodical in her torture, following a path that took her down the outside of one leg and up the inside of the other.

I’d dare any man to keep his cool when his lover spreads his legs and nips the tender insides of his thigh, let alone when that was followed by a hot flick of tongue. I was a mere man, and glad for it at that moment. Who knew what could have been unleashed with my normal energy.

She gave my other thigh the same nip and lick, but this time her tongue remained on my skin, flicking closer and closer to her true target.

“Ah, gods!” I couldn’t let her do it. One touch and I would come, and quite possibly disappear. If that happened before we made love, she would be emotionally destroyed.

Herculean effort my ass. Herc had nothing on what it took for me to release the bedsheets and grasp her hands. She looked startled, then wary. I knew what she was thinking, and that I had to talk fast.

“Please,” I rasped. “Can I be inside you the first time? After that—” I swallowed hard. “After that, it can be your mouth. Every damn day, if you want.”

That made her smile. “I’ll bet.” Her fingers tightened in mine. “But I understand what you’re saying about the first time, and I’d like that too. Theus, I…I love you. You said it before, but I didn’t. I want you to know that before our first time.”

Everything in me instantly calmed and filled with warmth. “I love you too.”

She took an audible breath. “You’re glowing again.”

“Damn straight.”

I pulled her up and into my arms and rolled us over. Not many couples got a second chance to recreate their first time together. She wasn’t a virgin this time, but I refused to dwell on that other than being grateful she wouldn’t feel any pain.

I couldn’t wait. Gods, she was so beautiful. I felt like I was drowning in those topaz eyes, letting my own love shine right back while I positioned my cock. She was hot and wet, so ready for me to make that first deep thrust.

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