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New Release: Testing Tom by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce the (re)release of Testing Tom! Some of you may recognise the name of the book, as it was previously published by Secret Cravings Publishing, who sadly closed their doors. The novella has now been taken on by Evernight Publishing, re-edited and given a new cover.

Testing TomFor those of you that haven’t read it, here’s the blurb:

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

And an excerpt:

Katrina was halfway through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way around.

As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

He was literally the last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would have been less of a shock.

For there, outside her house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.

Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an option.

“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”

Katrina decided it was time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.

“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do you want?”

He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”

He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.

“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”

They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.

“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”

“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.

“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”

He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”

“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”

When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.

“Alicia could make me come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”

As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.

She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27323611-testing-tom

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Author Bio:

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

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Winner Announcement & Love Spanks 2014

Before we get started today, I wanted to congratulate Eva P on winning a digital copy of Stay With Me. I’ll contact you shortly.

Thank you to everyone who commented. I loved reading your experiences! And now to loop you in on an upcoming online event. 😉

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When two grown-ups love each other, someone might get a spanking!

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This Valentine’s Day, you can participate in a short story extravaganza! F/F authors will showcase romance, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy and spanking fiction for your enjoyment. Chat with your favorite authors, meet new-to-you authors, find great new books, and meet new friends!

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Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition is Here!

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to be part of the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology, a shifter erotic romance, which releases with Evernight Publishing today. I’m delighted to be nestling between the digital pages with Tyler Robbins, Avril Ashton, Pelaam, Nikka Michaels, JC Holly, Karly Germain, Eileen Griffin, Tamsin Baker and Giselle Renarde.

Alpha's Claim Manlove EditionHere’s the blurb:

Strength. Power. Domination.

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their men.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

And here’s a snippet from my story, Out in the Cold:

Completing his stretches, Kane Wimborne grabbed his keys and left the house, locking the door behind him and pocketing the keys. Jogging down the driveway of his large mansion, he paused at a keypad to punch in the code that would open the gates and allow him off the property.

He’d barely gotten through the gates when he saw something that made him stop dead. A human-shaped bundle was lying next to the wall on his left. Instinctively, his hand went to his pocket to check if his phone was there. Yes, he could phone for help if it was needed.

Cautiously, he approached the shape, with many possibilities running through his head. It could be a homeless person or a drunk who had simply been looking for a sheltered place to sleep. It could be someone who was injured. Or he could be about to step onto a crime scene. Conscious of this last point, he called out before getting any closer—he didn’t want to inadvertently mar any evidence, should that last be correct.

“Hey. You all right?” He felt stupid saying the words, because someone lying next to a wall first thing in the morning couldn’t be classified as all right, for whatever reason they were there.

As there was no response, he edged a little closer and was about to shout again when a weird sensation overtook him. A sensation that he hadn’t felt in a very long time—the one that told him another shifter was nearby.

He’d already been on edge, but now he hurriedly looked around him, confident that even in the dull morning light his superior vision would immediately highlight anything out of place. There was nothing. Except for the fellow shifter who was on the ground in front of him, obviously.

It was clear the wall-hugger was a shifter, given that all of Kane’s senses told him there was no one else around. There rarely was at 5:30 in the morning. Now Kane realized what a good thing this was—he didn’t want any witnesses, just in case any random shifting took place. It was entirely possible—it was a natural response to threats, especially if one was injured.

And if he or she wasn’t injured, why in the hell were they here?

No longer bothered about contaminating a crime scene—he wouldn’t be calling the authorities on another of his kind, whoever they were—Kane crouched down beside the prone figure and searched for its neck, then its pulse. He found both, which was a relief, and at the same time he’d ascertained that the “it” was in fact a man. The stubble on the neck and jaw gave it away. It was either that or a bearded lady had absconded from the local circus.

After calling out a couple more times, Kane decided that the softly-softly approach was clearly not going to work. Checking that the two of them were still alone—what he was about to do could easily stir the guy into changing—he grabbed the man’s shoulders and shook him, hard, then slapped his face for good measure.

It took a few seconds, but finally, the man came round. Groaning, his hand came up to his face, where Kane had hit him. Then his other hand moved to the other side. As the guy attempted to sit up, Kane reached out to help him, then gasped.

He should not have slapped his face. All he’d done was add additional pain to an already affected area. A badly abused area, in fact. The other shifter looked like he’d taken a serious beating, or fallen from the top of a very tall tree.

“Christ,” Kane said, still supporting the man’s back, so he didn’t flop back down onto the pavement. “What the hell happened to you?”

Want more? Then bag your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/alphas-claim-manlove-edition/

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

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A Dirty Thanksgiving

Oh hey, y’all! I’m Danica Avet, brand new author here on 69 Shades of Smut. I write paranormal erotic romance with a touch of Cajun spice for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing and Siren Publishing. Obviously, I was born and raised in south Louisiana and as I’m sure most of y’all know, we love our food here. And we especially love hot, spicy food. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be talking about this month? Food? Well have I got it for y’all.

Tomorrow’s Turkey Day here in the U.S. This is a time for families to come together, eat until they have to roll themselves home, park themselves in front of a television and watch football (or hockey). Isn’t there some kind of hockey exhibition game on Thanksgiving day as well? I don’t know much about hockey. The only ice we see down here is in our drinks. But we’re not here to talk about sports, which is my second favorite thing in the world. We’re talking about food and the smuttiness that can be found at the Thanksgiving dinner table.

I’m going to talk about some of the buzz words that could be taken completely out of context by a dirty-minded author. *raises her hand* That would be me, by the way.

Stuffing the turkey:

I’m so juvenile sometimes, it’s a wonder I’ve manage to function in the real world. We don’t stuff turkeys down here. Or at least my family doesn’t. Stuffing it sounds like you’re either going to mount it on the wall (heh, I said mount) or fill it with feathers. Or, if you have an inner 12-year-old boy, something illegal is going inside that poor, frozen turkey. Stuffing it good and hard. Food porn!

Talk of pie:

Again, my inner 12-year-old boy wants to go all stupid with the pie jokes. Especially since every year my uncle sits down with the cherry pie he eats with his fingers, a glazed look on his face. Really? There are so many things I could say about cherry pie, apple pie and hair pie, but that wouldn’t be right. I mean, these people are my family members. Y’all aren’t. Sorry.

Dirty Rice:

There’s a bit of a debate over the difference between dirty rice and rice dressing. My family never eats rice dressing. It’s always dirty rice in our house even though we don’t cook ours with chicken gizzards or liver. If the rice is brown and has meat in it, it’s dirty. Dirty, dirty rice. Every holiday has dirty rice. Rice is like its own food group in south Louisiana and the name is awesome. Dirty. Rice. It’s like that Janet Jackson, Nasty Boys song when she says her name is Janet, Ms. Jackson if you’re nasty. It’s rice…dirty if you’re Cajun. See? It totally works.

And that’s all I have. I apologize if this post made absolutely no sense. I’m just coming off of an upper respiratory infection and ze drugz are making me loopy. I really do hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving has a wonderful, safe holiday. Get nasty with your food, call it dirty and make obscene jokes (in your mind) when someone talks about how hard they stuffed the turkey.

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Did You Say Road Trip?

*groans* Not another one. I just returned from the ATL or Atlanta, Georgia and before that Durham, North Carolina. And before that, Memphis, Tennessee and Camden, Arkansas. One thing I learned while traveling across the south, that the highways look the same after a while.

I suppose if my characters could travel to anywhere in the world, Zach would more than likely take Trisha somewhere romantic and since he loves to spoil her I see them in someplace like Madrid or Milan and of course Paris.

 

Leo would more than likely take Symmone and the kids to some sort of resort like Walt Disney World where they could spend time as a family and then steal away for a bit as a couple.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my favorite couples, who actually met in a tropical location, is Delia and Jace. A hottie from the pool and seduction on the high seas. I had so much fun writing about fun in the sun, well the story still holds a special place in my heart.  Right now you can get the book from the publisher at a discount.

In the mean time here’s a bit from Breaking Delia’s Rules.

She leaned back on the table as he towered over her. “Favorite flower, Delia.” Jace settled the flowers in her lap, his hand on her thigh, stroking her sun-kissed skin with his thumb.

“I…wow.” She buried her nose in the cluster of orchids and tulips.

“So, how many shots?” He held her gaze.

She lifted her chin, and he read her quiet challenge.

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” She wanted to play this game? Five shots? Five ways to arouse her, maybe even teach her a lesson. He picked up the first shot, squeezed the bottom of the paper cup until a red blot hovered above the rim. “I’ll give you one chance to back out.”

Delia lifted a perfectly arched brow. “Scared?”

He smirked and balanced the gelatin on her pouty mouth. “No, but you should be.”

Delia trembled when his tongue swept the fullness of her lips. The tremor traveled into his body and hardened his groin. He teased her, savoring the soft moan parting her lips, sharing the cherry-laced alcohol with her.

Lifting his head, he reached for the next shot. This one he placed in the hollow of her breasts, spreading gooey Jell-O along the curve of each firm globe. She gasped, arching against his mouth. He wasn’t sure who would give in first. If they weren’t in such a public place he would suck the remaining shots from her perky nipples, visible through the stretchy gold material of her bikini top.

The next shot he settled in the soft dimple of her navel. Her belly button was a temptation all in itself. She didn’t adorn it with jewelry as others did, but left the creamy expanse of skin au natural. The little dip was enough to hold the fruity goodness and a spice that was all her own. He swirled his tongue against her stomach, curling his tongue to bring the orange-flavored shot to his mouth. The muscles contracted beneath his hands as he held her in place, feathering his lips against her satiny skin, lapping his tongue until none of the stickiness remained.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, now dark with desire. “I have two more shots.” He ran a finger from the valley of her breasts to her navel. “Where should I put the next two?”

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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

 

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How About a Cookie?

Getting to know my characters has been an interesting journey. They’ve come a long way since the original story. You’ve met Trisha, so now here’s a glimpse into Zach from Lust and Bound.

I paused on the sidewalk. A sleek black Audi limo had just dropped me off and after Jonas made sure I made it onto the sidewalk safely, per instructions, he drove away. Yeah.  The lights were bright, but at the moment it was of little help. My eyes hadn’t adjusted from being in the back of the darkened limo. So I pulled my cane from my black and white Miche bag. With a flick of my wrist, the white and red pole snapped and clicked into place.

I navigated through a Chicago hotel with hundreds of people, with rolling bags and easel lined hallways, surely I could make it ten feet to the front door without tripping over anything. I hoped there weren’t any stairs.

Of all the times of day for us to meet, Zach had to pick the night, but I guess if I wanna have a drink with a hunky hottie in a bar, who owned his own limo company, well it better be worth it.

The subtle scent of wood and masculinity beckoned, the moment before a hand touched my shoulder.

“You were supposed to wait on the sidewalk for me, not go off and do your own thing.”

“I have my cane.”

“Do all writers find it difficult to listen to the characters they create or is it just you?”

I frown.

He chuckled. “Figured as much. Now if you don’t mind we’ll go inside the correct door.” Deftly he pries the cane from my hand, folded it, places it back in its case, then settles my hand on his arm.

Solid muscle meets my fingers. I couldn’t resist. I had to squeeze his bicep.

“Having fun?”

“Anytime I get to rub a man’s muscles, I’m good.”

He grins. “Trish said you were a bit of a flirt.”

“If you’d met me while the sun was shining, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“And again, that’s doing your own thing.”

I allowed him to lead me into the bar. I got the impression of tables and chairs, but it was dim. One thing drew my attention and that was the stage. It was bright and a woman with long curly auburn hair, who seemed suspiciously familiar, twirled around a silver pole.

“Didn’t you have some questions for me?” Zach practically purred in a voice that should be reserved for candlelit bedrooms and steamy sex fantasies.

Somehow I managed to tear my gaze from the stage and focused on him. “Uh, yeah.”

“So let’s get started.”

I shifted my purse to the table, withdrew the small tape recorder and a camera.

“No pictures.” His tone was firm, almost harsh.

“Right. Almost forgot about that.” I tuck the camera away and squint at the stage. “So that is Trisha.”

“Yes, which is why you’re here at night.”

Glasses thudded on the table.

“Yours is just to the right of your left hand.”

I pick up the old-fashioned glass and stare at the milky white contents. “What is this?”

“An oatmeal cookie.”

“Uh huh? And what are you drinking?”

“Mackinac Island Fudge beer. It’s bottled by a local brewery.”

Zach glances at his watch. “She’s got another five minutes before she done so, what other questions do you have?”

“I know I’m going to get this question from some readers, but would you consider yourself a dom?”

“No. I just like to keep things interesting in the bedroom. What about you?”

Chokes on the oatmeal cookie. I grab napkins. “I’m not the one being interview,” I say between coughing spams.

He laughs. “You should try it some time.”

“Uh yeah.”

“Looks like she’s done. Nice talking to you.” He leaned close. “And next time try not to do your own thing.”

I could only sigh as he walked toward Trisha.

Please enjoy the excerpt and the oatmeal cookie.

Oatmeal Raisin Cookie recipe

Combine ingredients in equal parts in a shot glass.


Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.

No woman has ever excited Zach Walters like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.

Zach fumbled the plastic card in the metal slot. When the mechanism whirred and clicked, he twisted the knob, but paused. “I have one rule.” His gaze never left her face.

Trisha met his hungry stare, her lips parting. “What’s that?”

“I don’t share.”

A thrill rippled through her body at the possessive note in his deep, rasping voice.

“Me either.”

“You can still walk away.”

Walk away? Was he nuts? She’d waited months for this moment, for freedom. Still, as his eyes raked over her body, waiting for her decision, a tiny seed of doubt wiggled in the back of her mind. She squared her shoulders. Nope. She wasn’t going home until she knew what made her eyes roll to the back of her head and she wanted him to show her.

“I’m not…”

He shouldered open the door and dragged her to him. The cool kiss of the textured wall greeted her bare shoulders as his mouth, hot and demanding, found hers. She sighed against his lips, jerking his shirt free from his waistband. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. Fire danced through her veins, pooled low. Her heart skipped a beat when he yanked the chiffon from her shoulders, ripping the sheer fabric.

Lifting his head, he flashed a quick smile, his mist-gray eyes shining with heat and mischief. “I hope you weren’t too attached to this dress.”

She didn’t care how he got her clothes off, just as long as he got them off. Her pulse raced and her breath quickened when the thin silk of her slip followed the fate of her dress. Trisha slid her hands beneath his shirt, his skin warm and smooth beneath her palms.

“Now what am I supposed to wear home?”

Zach grabbed her wrists, shackling them in one large hand and raising her arms above her head. She gasped as her breasts thrust upwards, straining for attention. “We’ll worry about that later.” He dipped his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth.

She arched against him as desire further hardened her nipples and set her blood to simmering. His fingers brushed the curve of her hip, before drifting lower, tracing the sensitive skin below her garter belt.

“You’re a bit naughty, Trish,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her answering chuckle melted into a moan when his fingers stroked her damp pussy. His eyes widened when his hand met no barrier.

“Very naughty indeed,” he murmured. He leaned away, cool air skittering across her heated flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Too long,” she agreed.

Pivoting, he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed dominated the room and sat in front of the mirrored doors to the closet. Artificial candlelight flickered around the room, casting muted shadows against the wallpaper while the soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air.

Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.

“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”

“Thank you.”

His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.

“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.

A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.

“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”

She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.

He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her craving more. “Are you game?”

“I’m yours for the weekend.”

He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that sounds.”

Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”

He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.

“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

She stiffened. “Watch me what?”

He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge again.”

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Lust Bound and Lemon Drops

Oh sweet daisies what have I got myself into? Ms. Chantale is on vacation and asked if I would fill in for her. Who am I you ask? I’m Trisha Donald and you can read about me in Ms. Chantale’s upcoming release Lust & Bound from Evernight Publishing.

Let’s see, she left me a note of some sort. *mutters under her breath* For a writer she sure has terrible handwriting. I’m glad she typed our story on her laptop, I don’t think any editor with 20/10 could figure out this chicken scratch. Oh wait. I’m supposed to *squints at page* Ah ha. Share my favorite drink recipe.

Whew! Now that we’ve got that settled. Mix up a few lemon drops for a great girls night out, drool over the absolute sinful cover for Lust & Bound and then check out a bit of the excerpt.

*glances at page* Shoot, there’s more. Something about a date? A date? Why the heck would she want to date me? She’s married.  *squints again* Oh, my bad. The release date! *giggles* Lust & Bound will be out July 27th. Mark your calendars!

P.S. Don’t forget to tell them that I’m an App. *throws paper down in disgust* That she puts in capital letters.

 

1/2 shot Absolut® Citron vodka

1/2 shot sweet and sour mix

1 slice lemon

1/2 tsp sugar

Mix equal parts absolut citron and sweet and sour mix over ice then strain into a shot glass. Sprinkle sugar on lemon slice. Drink shot, then suck the lemon.

Serve in: Shot Glass

 Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.

“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”

“Thank you.”

His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.

“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.

A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.

“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”

She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.

 Thanks for tuning in and hopefully, Ms. Chantale will be back in town in time for her next post with Zach. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic
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