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Apologies, new release, and other news! ~ @LaynaPimentel

It’s been some time since I last posted and I’m dreadfully sorry. Shit seems to happen in three’s and my life for the last year has been no exception. That said, I’m back and excited to share a number of things with you over the next few months.

I have a new release!!! My first one in 1.5 yrs and thank goodness for that.

Shadowed By Sin is a Gothic romance around 42k and so full of twists and turns, I have no idea where the concept came for it. Here’s a bit of a teaser for you to chomp on:

shadowedbysin

Released in eBook on August 17th, 2015

Liquid Silver Books

Novella – 83 pages

Historical Romantic Suspense/Gothic Romance

ISBN: 978-1-62210-245-7

Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience only, and contains frank language and adult situations.

Reviews:

The twists, diabolical turns and disturbing descriptions had me hooked and wanting more! I couldn’t put it down! ~ Goodreads review

Filled with emotional turmoil, danger, suspense, mystery, deceit, lies, scandal, murder and romance. What an awesome blend of romance with suspense, family turmoil and secrets. Not for the faint of heart… ~ My Book Addiction and More

Where I can usually figure out the intrigue element in most mysteries, I wasn’t exactly left guessing who the bad guy was, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he had an accomplice! ~ Award winning author Nichole Severn

Blurb:

Every man has a price…

As Lord Benedict St. John and his fiancée prepare to marry, his family is blackmailed by a former acquaintance. Hoping to set things straight, he accepts an invitation to dine at the Blackmailer’s family estate.

But how many should die…

Estelle agrees to accompany Benedict, but nothing prepares her for the mysteries and bodies she stumbles across during her time at Hawthorne Hall.

Before the shocking truth is exposed?

Hawthorne Hall holds many secrets, but will Estelle and Benedict escape to see the day their union is blessed, or will they succumb to an untimely end?

Purchase:

Amazon (CA) (US) (UK) | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Liquid Silver | ARe

Print: coming soon

 

In other news, I’ve been creating a few new series for you to indulge in. All are sexy, full length, and 100% exciting. As I get more information regarding release dates and what not, you can be rest assured they’ll be announced here.

A Gift From Fate will also be re-releasing this year with some added content, so watch out for that novella, too.

Will you be attending Romancing the Capital in Ottawa this upcoming May? I hope so. It’ll be my 2nd year as an attending author, and the line up of authors are amazing. Read more about the event hosted by the lovely Eve Langlais here. The price is super reasonable, and you’re bound to have an amazing time.

Well, that’s it for me for this month. I’ll leave you with an excerpt from my brand new release, and hope you have an amazing Sunday.

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“Pardon the intrusion, my lords. This just arrived for Master Benedict.”

The butler passed him an envelope with the identical wax seal from the note his father received earlier. Only this time, the letter was decorated with intricate designs.

“Thank you, Horace.”

“What is it? Who is it from?” his father asked quizzically.

“I don’t know, Father. I’ll have a look at it later. I’m rather late for a few appointments now. I will check in on you later this afternoon. Do tell Mother I will be asking Estelle to join us for dinner tonight.”

His father groaned yet again. While his parents approved of his desire to marry, they simply did not care for his selection of a wife. The aristocratic snobs that they were, they had expected him to marry an equal, or a lady that came with an extremely large dowry. Estelle was Baron Humphrey’s daughter, and while her dowry wasn’t that of an earl’s or viscount’s daughter, her purse strings and entitlements didn’t bother him in the least.

From the moment he saw her for the first time at the market, he’d been smitten with the petite and exotic beauty. He’d lifted her from the muddy street, and as her deep dark eyes settled on his, she’d bewitched him. Mind, it took several weeks for him to dissuade another potential suitor, not that the lad stood a chance. Estelle was one catch he would never give up, and now he had to find the perfect home for them, but where? She lived in town with her father and widowed aunt in a modest townhouse during the season, and after that, they resided in a country home with a full set of staff and several tenants to oversee. All of which he could match with his inheritance; but for Estelle everything had to be perfect. She deserved nothing but the world, and if he could give it to her, he would.

“Horace,” Benedict called out, reaching for his hat. “See that my carriage is ready post haste. I have to go to town and begin looking at properties.”

“Yes, my lord. Right away.” The butler disappeared around the corner, leaving Benedict alone in the foyer.

He desperately wanted to open the envelope but refused to do it so close to home. He didn’t want his father to worry, nor did he want the servants to speculate on what was the matter. He’d open the blasted thing and read it in the privacy of his carriage.

Darkness shrouded the street, as if evil lurked for its first victim of the day. He stepped in, and gave his driver directions to Mayfair. A quick scout of the area would give him an idea of where there might be some opportunities. His future countess deserved the best. After scouring some neighborhoods, he’d collect his lovely bride and return home for dinner.

A few minutes into the drive, he pulled out the letter and opened it.

 

Lord Benedict St. John,

You are formally invited to Hawthorne Hall as a guest of Lord George Cuthbert. Celebrations are expected to last a week, and we hope that you will stay for the duration. Several festivities, including a masque, will be held in honor of George’s return from the continent. We hope you will attend, and look forward to being introduced to your lovely bride-to-be.

Regards,

Lady Cuthbert, Countess of Hawthorne.

 

Nothing made sense. Why would Lord Cuthbert send a letter blackmailing his father, and then invite him and Estelle to attend a party at Hawthorne Hall? It had to be a ruse of sorts, but then again, he could use this as an opportunity to dig more into the situation with his father. Yet, was it wise to introduce Estelle to this particular crowd of society, especially when there were other sinister things being plotted? If anything happened to Estelle while she was in his protection, he would never forgive himself. Nevertheless, if he told her about his plan and what was happening, she might be willing to aid him in freeing his father from the devil’s clutches.

 

 

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The perfect lover…if only you can get him to stay.

Hello smutty folks!

Well, anyone who knows me a little, or who has picked up one of my books, will realize that I have a thing for the men of mythology. I mean, not that I have a problem with plumbers or dentists or accountants, especially the sexy ones, but when I fantasize I like to envision those larger-than-life dudes. The Greek gods. The vampires. The selkies.

Ever read the myths pertaining to selkie folk? Perhaps. There are even a few interesting books and movies out there dealing with the topic. However, most that I’ve seen are distinctly YA. This confuses me because in reading the myths from Scotland and Ireland, well, let’s just say the whole selkie appeal is drenched in sexuality.

For those who don’t know, selkie folk are supposed to be related to the Fae in some way. They are shape shifters, and can assume the form of a seal in water. However, selkie men and women can remove their pelts and assume human form as well. The old myths are full of stories of mortals stumbling upon a discarded selkie skin on the beach.

Now here’s the fun part. If you find a selkie skin, that selkie is obliged to pleasure you. Selkies are reputed to be astounding, indefatigable lovers!  In fact, they say if a mortal woman is unsatisfied with her love life, she can also cry 7 tears into the sea for a immortal selkie man. He will find her and love her as no mortal man can. BUT…and here’s the big but…the selkie will stay with you, unless he finds his skin. If he does, he will return to his beloved sea, never to be seen again.

There are countless tales of lovelorn human women and men, who stare out into the sea day after heartbreaking day, hoping for a glimpse of the selkie lover who abandoned them.

I made these myths the basis of my new novel The Selkie, an erotic paranormal set on the magical beaches of Orkney, Scotland. Read on for a little taste, and let me know if you might like to have a selkie lover of your own!

Blurb:

This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.

Excerpt:

She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.

Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.

It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.

And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.

No. Impossible.

Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.

He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.

Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.

There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.

He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.

He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”

“You,” was his equally awed reply.

Buy Links:

www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/theselkie.htm

http://www.amazon.com/The-Selkie-ebook/dp/B0095M6R7O/ref=la_B007X5P4I8_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347123491&sr=1-1

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theselkie-930496-140.html

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Rosanna Leo: meet the new Smuttie (or is that Smut-tress?) + a giveaway!

Well, hello there, my new friends. I’m the new girl and it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Firstly, I must thank Benjamin for kindly allowing me his spot today. Benjamin, I heard you were a sweetheart. Now I just know it for myself.

I am so pleased to be one of the new members of 69 Shades. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was reading great books by these wonderful authors and wondering if I might ever be published. The publishing gods smiled on me and my first book came out this past April. The second in May. My third just launched and my fourth is coming Sept. 3. Whew! It’s been quite a year.

I figured the best way to introduce myself is to introduce you to my work. A little teaser, if you will. After all, here at 69 Shades of Smut, teasing is what we do best. I hope I don’t disappoint.

Please read on for a tempting morsel from my first book, For the Love of a God.  And don’t forget to say hello and leave a comment. Next week, I’ll draw a name and one lucky commentor will win a copy of For the Love of a God.

Please be gentle with me.

Rosanna Leo

Blurb:

Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she’s always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.

One day, the peace at Maia’s beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.

Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he’s dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he’s never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?

Excerpt:

He reached around for her zipper again to drag it south, but only got about another half inch down before he noticed her face. She tried to hide her look of uncertainty from him, but failed miserably. “Maia, what’s wrong? If you don’t you want to do this…”

“I do.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, feeling so inadequate before his golden, manly beauty. “It’s just—oh God, here comes my stupid insecurity. You’re so goddamn perfect. Why would you want me?”

His eyes widened and he blinked at her a few times. His brow creased in an expression of great tenderness. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Her eyes suddenly misted, big fat wuss that she was.

His mouth set in a tight line. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Once there, he wheeled a gold-leaf cheval mirror out of the corner and stood her in front of it. Still overwhelmingly naked, he stood behind her and looked at her in the reflection. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m going to show you how very beautiful you are.”

Finally, he finished with the damn zipper, easing it down the curve of her buttocks. Then he peeled the dress off her body and let it slip to the floor, and helped her step out of it. Maia didn’t want to look at her near-nude reflection, but Eric would brook no opposition. He made her look at herself. In nothing but her silk panties and heels, she felt über-exposed, but he was drinking in the sight of her in the mirror.

Just when she thought he might finish with this weird experiment, he helped her take her shoes off and set them aside. And then he hooked his fingers in her panties, still looking at her in the mirror. “Watch,” he whispered.

Oh-so-slowly, Eric pulled the undies down over her hips, smiling slightly as he did so. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. Especially when she saw how his eyes focused on her pubic area. His lips had parted, and she saw her own chest heaving in the reflection.

Once the panties were off her, he stood still behind her. His large hands came up to fondle her breasts, and she sucked in air at the sensation. “Look how sexy you are,” he breathed. “Your cheeks are flushed. And I can already see the moisture between your legs, right there on your delicious thighs.”

“Please,” she begged, turning away from the mirror.

Gently, but forcefully, Eric spun her around. And made her look. And she did.

“Now,” he whispered. “I want you to watch this. And see how truly gorgeous you are.”

As his hand roved in the direction of her female heat, Maia wanted to cry. But she didn’t know if it was from shame or from the incredible lust he’d aroused in her. He was making her watch, for God’s sake! Who did that?

And yet, it was breathtaking to see.

He touched her with one finger, and she saw her face redden. He slid two fingers back and forth across her wet seam, and she watched her lips part on a shattered breath. He reached two fingers into her, seeking refuge in her warm body, and she watched as her pupils dilated.

And then he stroked. Stroked. Stroked.

Her knees were starting to buckle. She was already starting to come. Only then did he permit himself a little nibble, closing his teeth on the back of her neck. Staring at her in the mirror.

Maia cried out, and he removed his hand, delaying her release. Seeing the sense of tremendous loss shadow her features, he grinned at her. “Now. Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”

With a little less hesitation, she did. And took in the sight there. Her hair was in slight disarray. There was a bead of sweat on her upper lip and a pink flush to her chest. Her eyes were wide and so dark. Haunted, but needing more of him. Hungry.

“What do you see, Maia?”

“I’m … I’m beautiful.”

Only then did Eric roll the mirror away. He then rejoined her before the bed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her. Caressing her. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’ll tell you what else you are.” He raised the fingers which had so recently been in her wet pussy and sucked on them, then licked his lips. “You’re fucking delicious.”

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