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NSFW Excerpt from Caress of the Wolf (The Gray Pack 5) Releases TOMORROW!

The Gray Pack Book 5

The Gray Pack Book 5

I’m so excited to be bringing you the fifth book in The Gray Pack series!

This one overlaps book four – Dreams of the Wolf – and tells Whitney Gray’s

emotional story of mating with two wolves from another pack.

The Blurb…

In a time of transition, only the strongest will thrive…

Whitney Gray is less than thrilled that her werewolf pack is hosting another packs Alpha battle. She figures the Diego wolves have done enough damage to the Gray wolves to last a lifetime, but when cousins Cadence and Mateo Diego step into her life she finds herself on a new and dangerous path.

Cadence and Mateo are determined to protect their birthright, and secure their place as the leaders of the Diego Pack. They didn’t anticipate finding their mate, and now they are protecting her and her family from a threat that ends up being way to close for comfort.

The newly mated trio begin planning for a life or death battle, and end up on a journey from betrayal to forgiveness, but when you’re battling the past, someone’s bound to get hurt.

You can preorder it now at

http://bookstrand.com/caress-of-the-wolf

Or back up and read the series from the beginning…

Fire of the Wolf – Book 1

Reflections of the Wolf – Book 2

Legacy of the Wolf – Book 3

Dreams of the Wolf  – Book 4

NSFW EXCERPT

Mateo struggled to find the right description for what he had just witnessed. His body and his wolf ached to claim their woman, too, but he held himself back. It was Cadence’s right as his Alpha to claim their mate first, but the tiny flicker of doubt in his brain wasn’t soothed by that knowledge. What if now that she had mated his cousin, she decided that he was enough for her? Could she brush him off now that she had a true claiming done?

His questions and self-doubts proved to be unfounded when she slid off of Cadence’s lap and turned to face him. Her body was that of a sensual vixen as she crawled across the bed to him. She reached out a hand to fondle his oversized cock and pressed her forehead to the center of his chest.

“My God, you’re huge.”

His throat tightened. “I understand. You don’t have to—”

She lifted her head and pressed her finger to his lips. “I want to. Just let me ease into it, okay?”

When he nodded, she threw one leg over him and rose up over his straining cock. Her nipples skimmed across his chest, and he growled. Her lip curled up into a tiny smile and she did it again, looking pleased when he tensed and panted harder.

So the little wolf wants to tease, does she?

He planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips, aligning his cock with her dripping slit and grinding against her. A gasp and a shudder was all he got before she reached down to clasp his girth in her hand and line him up with her body.

Inch by torturous inch she eased down over him, accepting him into her, molding all around him. When she flinched in pain, he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, blocking her from dropping lower.

The flash of irritation in her eyes made him laugh. “Easy, amor. We’ll work up to that. Just take what’s comfortable. It will be enough. You already feel like heaven to me.”

His words seemed to soothe her, and with his hands guiding her she began a steady rhythm of thrusts and twists on his cock. Her breasts bounced as she moved, but his eyes were focused on her face. Every muscle twitch, every gasp, seemed to bore right into his soul, etching a permanent mark on his being as he made love to his mate for the first time.

When he felt her body begin to shudder around him, he pulled her down until she was pressed against his chest. Tightening one arm around her midsection to hold her in place, he arched his neck to give her room. The bite barely stung before a wave of heat took over, washing through him from head to toe and back to his groin. It was all he could do to twist his head and bite into her neck, matching her claim before he gave in and shot his release deep inside of her body.

When his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was his mark of claiming in the crook of her neck. That tiny ring was as important to their way of life as any wedding ring, and it sucker punched him that he was a mated wolf.

A whisper in his head, so quiet he barely heard it, echoed his shock and awe at the day’s events, but it was gone before it really registered.

“Holy smokes.” Her breath was hot against his cheek, and he could feel the sweat on their joined skin starting to cool. She shivered when he ran his hand up her spine, and he smiled at her words.

Cadence disappeared out the bedroom door, returning a moment later with a wet cloth. Whitney let out a yelp of surprise when he began to clean her body, and Mateo laughed at the blush that climbed her cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love. I just want to take care of you before you fall asleep,” Cadence told her, kissing her shoulder blade before moving his hand again.

She held still long enough for him to finish, but she refused to meet Mateo’s gaze until it was over and Cadence moved away. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to anyone doing that.”

“Doing what, mi reina?” he asked as she shifted to lie at his side and curled her body against him. “Taking care of you?”

She shrugged and ducked her head down without answering. Her hand skimmed over his chest and her fingers played in the sprinkle of dark curls that lined the center of his body. Did she know how much that small touch of affection turned him on?

“We will always take care of you, little flower. You’re ours to protect now.” Cadence met Mateo’s eyes as he re-entered the room, and they shared a moment of silent understanding. This was their mate. Even if they never intended to share one, she was a precious gift that they would give their lives to protect.

I hope you’ll pick up Caress of the Wolf, as well as the rest of The Gray Pack! I promise they’ll keep you warm!

As always, Live, Laugh and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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I’m a romantic at heart. So when I see people separated by circumstance, through no fault of their own, I can’t help but wish them back together.

I came across this pin on Pinterest:

Sex, when preformed correctly, is a series of blissful fleeting moments of joyful ecstasy. But love, real love, is spiritual, eternal, limitless, and of course radically dangerous; because love, in its purest form, is much deeper than any primal act and more meaningful than any sexual crescendo….

Beautiful.

Writing erotica is beautiful. Eroticism is inside all of us, even inside those who deny it. Heck we’re all sexual creatures. We’d be in a perpetual vegetative state if we didn’t feel even a smattering of lust or hear Sex’s siren call. And when we have fallen in love with someone taken away from us, we pine for that person not knowing what to do with our lives.

This was what happened to Roarke and Deanna in Forever at Midnight, but Roarke is a man who never gives up. Especially when it comes to Deanna.

Excerpt:

With an intensity which thrilled her, Roarke kissed her again, backing her to the bed. When Deanna felt the edge of the bed behind her, she eased herself on it, pulling Roarke down with her. When he parted her legs with his thigh, she sighed in pleasure and mewled when he cupped her mound and rubbed her clit. The friction of the slacks and the lace against her pleasure button made her arch in delight. She was in a vortex of carnal bliss with Roarke’s mouth sliding down the column of her throat, his tongue flicking at the erratic pulse at the base of her neck, down to her sternum, then to her breasts. She unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, and oh so slowly unzipped him. Roarke stood up to shuck his shoes and socks before he removed his jeans. She looked at his erection with hunger. It stood hard and thick and bounced a bit as he moved.

Slowly Roarke bent down to remove her slacks. She saw his eyes widen before his gaze scorched her with his lust. She lifted her buttocks and felt the material slide first against her lace underwear, then down to her lace edged stockings. She sat up to take off her hose.

“Leave them on,” he growled.

Suddenly, it was as if they went back in time. His words gave her the oddest sense of déjà vu. He had said this to her before—before everything. Deanna panted, her entire body sensitized by the desire in Roarke’s eyes. God, she was about to come and Roarke hadn’t even touched her!

Roarke knelt down at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Slowly, he removed the tiny scrap of lace which covered her mound. Then he looked down, reverently. “Everywhere.”

As a slow smile lit his face, so did the slow burn begin in her sex, making her hips writhe beneath his gaze. He held her thighs, spreading them wider before his fingers trailed a hot path toward the apex. She watched mesmerized as his mouth followed his fingers. Nipping, kissing, licking her inner thighs. Her womb tensed. Desire coiled toward her centre, and her whole vagina throbbed. This was the only man who’d ever mattered to her. All the pent up passion she’d had stored up in her heart for decades came pouring forth. Deanna bit down on her lower lip.

She was about to come.

Then Roarke’s mouth was on her. His tongue parted her folds. He laved her from bottom to top, flattening his tongue against her throbbing clit before swirling it round and around. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady when she just couldn’t be still. He speared her sweet channel, dipping his tongue as far as it would go before going back to suck on her swollen clit and labia lips. She looked at him. His eyes locked with hers as he continued to pleasure her.

She threw her head back as wave upon wave of incredible bliss brought her closer to the edge. She panted and moaned, nearly delirious with ecstasy. She didn’t know whether to hold on to his head or to grab the silk sheets into her fists. A powerful current in the centre of her sex threatened to drown her. Roarke’s tongue and mouth were voracious and she loved every minute of it. His tongue made languorous flicks around her clit without let up. Then he inserted two fingers into her, rubbing hard and fast inside, and she combusted. Her cries of release merged with his growl of passion. His fingers and mouth continued to pleasure her until her orgasm subsided.

She floated in a cloud of bliss, boneless but not sated. She felt the bed dip. When she opened her eyes, Roarke was hovering over her. The gold flecks in his eye more prominent, and she knew his lust had grown. She purred as her hands caressed the hard planes of his chest.

“There is no one like you, no one,” he said.

Deanna’s mouth curved into a pleased smile when she heard his sharp intake of breath. Her hands continued to trace down the length of his body, lower to his rock hard stomach, his hips, circling around to clasp his taut buttocks before ever so slowly moving to the front to wrap around his turgid erection. She pumped one hand up and down while the other gently cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Roarke thought he’d stopped breathing and gone to heaven. As soon as Deanna touched his cock, he pulsated, becoming so rock hard he didn’t know if he was feeling pleasure or pain. His stomach bunched at the intensity of the sensation. And her taste! Ancients! How he’d missed her taste. Her touch. Her scent. The only scent that could drive him out of his mind with lust.

“Kiss me,” she begged, her eyes deep blue pools of desire. Her lips parted to cover him with her sweet breath, inviting him to partake of her mouth once more. He nibbled on her upper lip, her lower lip, then her entire mouth. Sensual. Languid. He felt her open up to him. Lust surged fast through him as she greedily sucked on his tongue, tasting herself on him. Roarke wanted her mouth on him, but that could wait. Deanna raised her legs, parting them wide and enticed his cock toward her opening. With one thrust he sheathd himself into her. Their mixed groans of pleasure filled the room, his cock enveloped in Deanna’s wet warmth. He closed his eyes, giving a guttural growl when Deanna arched her back in ecstasy.

“Roarke,” she gasped, her pupils dilated with desire. “Take me hard. I want you deep inside me. I missed you.”

Roarke didn’t need further prodding. He held her hip while his other arm held his weight. He groaned when Deanna encircled his waist with her legs allowing him to go deeper. He hissed as lust swirled around inside his bloodstream. Each thrust was a step up the passion ladder. He felt his wereblood pulsing through his cock, making him thicker. Harder. Longer.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried out.

He watched Deanna as pleasure suffused her face. Her head thrown back on the bed, her breasts with their hard peaks arched as delectable offerings to him. Her channel, wet and wild, squeezed him.

“More Roarke! Please!” Deanna whimpered.

He rode her hard like she asked. His balls slapped rhythmically against her bottom as he thrust in and out of her slick heat. He groaned as his cock revelled in Deanna’s velvet sheath, covering him with her delicious cream. Her whimpers spurred him on. In and out. Deeper and deeper. He rotated his hips, branding her.

Everywhere.

He kissed her hard. His tongue in her mouth imitated his thrusts between her legs. Suddenly Deanna pushed against his chest and rolled him onto his back. He looked at her in surprise, but pleased she was taking the initiative. In the glow of the lights from below, she looked like fire and desire personified.

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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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The House of Erotica Witching Hour Anthology

Hi everyone,

hoewitchinghourIt’s the run up to Halloween so I’m sure everyone is inundated with skeletons, witches, pumpkins and all manner of spooky stuff. So I thought I’d wade in with something of my own.

House of Erotica just published their Witching Hour anthology, which contains thirteen spooky stories, including mine, A Party to Remember.

Here’s the blurb:

Inside you will find thirteen spooky erotic stories. From shapeshifters to wild nights with the dead there’s a theme to suit everyone.

Stories from Victoria Blisse, Isabel Holley, Nicky Raven, Heather Lin, Vanessa de Sade, Gemma Parkes, Tilly Hunter, Lucy Felthouse, Elizabeth Black, Nephylim, Annabeth Leong and Daddy X.

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

I slicked on a last coat of scarlet lipstick, blotted, and grinned at myself in the mirror. I looked every inch the vamp; tight black corset, leather pants and killer spike-heeled boots. My pale face, smoky eye makeup and slutty lip color completed the effect. I was ready. This was going to be a Halloween to remember.

I dug out the party invitation to double check where I was going and headed off. When I got there, I managed to find a space on the street to park my car, then made for the venue across the road. On closer inspection, I was impressed. I mean, I knew this party was going to be something special, but I was completely blown away. These people had seriously gone to town.

People can decorate all they want to make their houses look spooky and creep out little kids (and some big ones), but some places are so sweet that they just don’t achieve the scary factor. This place, however, needn’t have bothered doing a single thing.

Set back from the road, it was necessary to walk down a hedge lined path to get to the door. Once there, the house’s presence was pretty intense. Dark and looming, it was gothic at its best. It was on three stories, with turrets and balconies and various spiky bits. Add to that the maniacally leering pumpkins, hanging skeletons and cobwebs, and the result was something that could have been the haunted house in any theme park. I liked it.

At the door, I was spoilt for choice. I couldn’t decide whether to pull the bell chain or use the gargoyle door-knocker. With my love of all things grotesque, I was certainly getting the goodies that evening.

Deciding on the bell chain, I sniggered into my hand as it made a noise so loud and theatrical that it was like something out of a horror movie.

I soon stopped laughing when the door opened. Stood there was the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. He had shoulder length brown hair, stylishly tousled. His eyes were a rich brown color, set in a face as pale as my own. He smiled, his lush lips curling up to reveal startlingly white teeth with rather pointed canines.

“Hello,” he said, stepping back to allow me entrance as I showed him my invite, “please come in. Normally I’d offer to take your coat, but you don’t appear to be wearing one.”

He turned to face me after closing the door. “I left it in the car. I’m only parked across the street.”

“I see,” he said, and I stood awkwardly before him, as he appeared to be appraising me. His eyes raked down my body, taking in my attire. His gaze strayed a little longer on my throat, no doubt admiring the beautiful choker I was wearing; black leather with a jewel-encrusted cross in the middle.

“You look good enough to eat, my dear,” he announced once he’d finished studying me. “Forgive me. Your beauty is such that it has made me forget my manners.”

He held out his hand. “I am Dracula.”

I felt the corners of my mouth twitching, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Sure you are, buddy, I thought. Oh well, for one night of the year you get to be anybody you want. It was just a bit of harmless fun. Who was I to deny him?

“I’m Tawny,” I replied, shaking his hand. It was cold. Of course it was. The guy probably kept running to the kitchen to stick his hands in the deep freeze to keep up the pretence. He was taking his vampire costume very seriously. Oh well, hopefully he’d loosen up after a few drinks.

“It is wonderful to meet you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips. He lingered there a little too long, and I resisted the temptation to pull away. He had looks, style and manners. The perfect gentleman. But he was sending shivers up my spine, and not in a good way. The way he was adopting a posh European accent was freaking me out, too. It sounded so real that he must have been practicing for weeks before the party, just so he could sound like his paranormal idol.

“Okay, buddy,” I sighed, bored of the pretence now, “I’m gonna go and get a drink. Catch you later.”

“I hope to see you later, my dear,” he said, with a nod and a bow.

*****

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

Hey everyone! I know the 23rd is my regularly scheduled date to drive you mad with my creative meanderings, but today I’ve got a treat for you! A friend of mine is launching her publishing career with JK Publishing, so I wanted to share her with all of you! Without further ado, let me turn you over to Willow Brooke so that she can tell you how she ended up writing Rush Against Time…

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Hi 69 Shades readers!

When I began the Twisted Fate series, I had no intention of it going in the direction it ended up.  My ideas of creating a shifter/vampire series with a few other magical elements was soon overtaken by my muse, and ghosts and a few more darker elements were thrown into the mix.  I am usually a poonie when it comes to thriller type movies and books, which made adding more scary features a surprise!

The second book is going to incorporate a variety of paranormal and magical beings, without running away and going too far into left field.  I want to keep the characters and the setting somewhat grounded enough to allow the reader to say, “What if this really happened?”  There is nothing better than being able to fall into a world that leaves you wondering and day dreaming about the possibilities of fiction becoming facts.  Our world is full of unexplainable things, so why not make them fun?

From a fight between good and evil, there is always a grey area that is crossed into to no prevail.  Stepping too far into the dark can be catastrophic, but knowing how far to go is sometimes impossible.  Join me on a journey of heart stopping action, twitterpating love, burning desire, and an emotional ride that will keep you entertained until the last page!

Buy it on all of the major ebook retailers now!

 

Willow BrookeJessa Meadows is an average girl, living the average life…of a wolf shifter.  Following traditions is expected, and something she can’t bring herself to do.  Her first heat slams her into a hormonal, irrational P.M.S. hell that she fights with all of her might.  She refuses to give her virginity to the first mutt that comes along, however wrong or unheard of it is in the shifter society.  Jessa wants her first time to be special with the man she is fated to spend the rest of her life with.  The idea of falling on her back for the first horn dog that comes along makes her stomach turn.

The wolves come in herds, giving every corny and rude pickup line invented.  Fighting off the suitors and her agitated wolf proves to be more complicated than she had originally anticipated, until illness sets in and leaves her at her horny mutt’s mercy.

Logan Runningwolf has grown up with Jessa since birth.  When every man within sniffing distance overeagerly offers their services in every humorous and pathetic way possible, he moves in to chase them off and claim the girl who has held his heart since childhood.  When a single kiss awakens destiny, he vows to protect and claim his mate.

Damion Shaddow is a highly trained warrior and Beta of the wolf clan.  At the age of 29, he is a brick wall of pure muscle power and dominance.  Life has become a monotonous hell that has left a loneliness the normal, shallow quick fixes can’t fill.  He is in a rut, and needs to change something, fast.

When he catches sight of the sexy little minx stretched half-naked on the couch, his wolf lunges at his guards.  Confusion and anger well up in him at the realization the curvaceous beauty is Jessa, a silly shifter girl who used to tease and play jokes.  Desire spikes in ways he has never felt….

Gavin Blackard has waited centuries to find the one woman the universe has picked to stand by his eternal side.  When he finds Jessa in her dreams, his search is over.  He sees her growing more ill every day, and knows time is running out.

Before he can save her from the heat, his sister threatens the lives of hundreds and the balance of the universe.  He has to stop her before it’s too late, and save his one and only true love in a rush against time…..

Three chosen mates, one demonic premonition….  Can fate prevail and save the world?

Warning: MFMM

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www.willowbrooke.weebly.com add me on FB! https://www.facebook.com/#!/willow.brooke.75/about  or visit my author page! https://www.facebook.com/willowbrookebooks

 

**Note from Lori: If you’re looking for the winner of my giveaway for Dreams of the Wolf check the comments on the post dated 8-16-13!***

 

 

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I’m Giving Away a copy of my Brand New Release!

The fourth book in The Gray Pack series, Dreams of the Wolf ,  released yesterday on Siren-Bookstrand, and today I’m celebrating by giving away an ARC! This is a super simple contest there are three ways to enter:

1. Comment on this post, telling me what you love about Menage romance!

2. “Like” my Facebook Fan Page  OR  Follow me on Twitter!

3. Share the link for my new release! On Twitter, on Facebook, on Tumblr, on your blog, it doesn’t matter where just share it, and then post the link to your share back here in the comments!

Be sure to include your name and email address in your comment!  The contest runs until 12as CST on August 22nd, and I will announce the winner in my next post on August 23rd!

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Katie-Jo (KJ) Whetstone is on a mission to save her mother’s life and protect the Quiver Creek pack from Nicolas Kaplan, a deranged werewolf. She has already journeyed across the country from Wyoming to Missouri, to find brothers that she never knew, and now she must lead them back against their own reservations. She’s shocked when her libido goes haywire over the only human traveling with them, Dr. Thomas Jameson.

Fighting to keep her distance from the mating lust, KJ and Thomas both end up needing rescued. Bryson Samuels is an enemy wolf that makes her body sing as loudly as Thomas does. With strangers for mates, she fights the need to bond, with her desire to be free from the pack. In the end they will all have to decide if they are willing to do anything to protect each other.

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Excerpt from Dreams of the Wolf…

“Why did you do it?” she looked like she already knew the answer, and Thomas dreaded Bryson’s response.

“You’re my mate. I knew it the moment I caught your scent. I had to.” Bryson shrugged, and returned her frown with a steady gaze.

Thomas nearly laughed out loud, as he realized he was chatting with the mate of the woman he wanted to seduce, while the man was completely naked. He couldn’t resist taking a quick peek at Bryson’s assets, and though the man wasn’t lacking in the physical department, Thomas wasn’t at a complete disadvantage there either.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” KJ whispered the words, but it was clear by the uncomfortable tension between them, that she knew exactly what he was talking about.

“So you’re saying that KJ is your mate, and because you smelled her and realized it, you risked your life to rescue us,” Thomas said trying to make sure he had all of the facts straight.

“Way to go, wizzo. You catch on quick, but I wasn’t rescuing you, I was rescuing her, and you just happened to luck out by being kept in the same room with her,” Bryson said with a shrug. That shrug of his was really getting on Thomas’s nerves, and he ground his teeth to keep from punching the cocky bastard.

“No. She’s mine.” The words were out of Thomas’s mouth before he could stop them. KJ groaned, and Bryson growled. Thomas fully expected her to deny his claim considering they had only kissed once, and he really had no right to be so possessive of her, but she surprised him by putting her head in her hands and talking to herself.

“Why me? Really? It’s not enough that I’ve spent my whole life on the run, hiding from some psychotic bastard that wants to fuck my mom, but now fate has to throw me a fucking curveball like this. This is just not my fucking day.”

“Watch your mouth,” Thomas snapped, and her blue eyes lifted to meet his. The anger in her gaze was expected, but what surprised him was the fear that lit their depths. “Now what the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, so you can curse, but I can’t? Well isn’t that just like a man,” she said snottily, and Thomas was even more surprised to hear Bryson growl.

“Watch it, ice. The human is right, you shouldn’t speak like that, it doesn’t sound good coming from a woman.” Bryson’s words, seemed to trigger something in KJ and she let out a small shriek of irritation.

“You two are both dumbasses, and to think I’m stuck with the two of you. I had to have done something really bad in a previous life.” She spun on her heel and stalked away from them.

“Stop,” Thomas snapped. When she stopped with her back still facing them, he glanced at Bryson who looked just as confounded as he was. “What do you mean you’re stuck with the two of us?”

He watched her shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, and she tipped her head back so that she was looking up into the trees. “You’re both my mates.”

“What the hell?”

“Fuck.” Thomas’s brain was spinning, and he stared at the back of her blonde head. “When did you know?”

She remained quiet, but Bryson didn’t. “What the fuck do you mean, we’re both your mates? How can we both be your mate?”

“It seems to be happening frequently in the Gray Pack,” Thomas said softly, as he met Bryson’s shocked green eyes. “The Alpha and his twin brother are mated to the same woman, and there is at least one other trio that is mated. I take it that it’s not a normal werewolf relationship?”

Bryson shook his head, and lowered himself to the ground to sit. Thomas was relieved because for a minute it looked like the man might pass out. At least this way he wouldn’t fall very far.

Stepping over to KJ, he turned her around, and tipped her head back so that she was looking up into his eyes. She looked resigned and terrified all at once, and Thomas had the urge to clutch her against his chest and soothe her. He wanted nothing more than to ease her anxiety, but right now his own emotions were running on edge.

“Katie Jo, when did you know I was your mate?” he asked again, more softly this time.

She was quiet for another second before she blew out a deep breath, and muttered, “The moment we met.”

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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My Favourite TV Shows

Ooh, there are so many to mention! New ones keep coming out all the time 🙂 But here’s a list of some shows I’ve considered among my favourites for a while…

Supernatural

I’m sure fans of the show won’t need any explanation whatsoever as to why I’m such a fan of this show. I’ve been gripped from the very first episode, and whatever happens, I’ll watch it until they *sob* end it. It’s had its ups and downs, but I think what keeps people watching, despite this, is the development of the characters. The relationship between the brothers, the battles they have, physical, mental, emotional. They’re also pretty damn sexy, it has to be said 😉 And, just in case you’re wondering, I’m a Sam girl. But I wouldn’t say no to either. Or both 😉

The Vampire Diaries

It almost feels blasphemous to say this, but I actually think this show has had some better storylines than Supernatural. There haven’t been many episodes about nothing in particular, or ones where they’ve veered off the main plot. This has made me laugh, gasp and cry more than the aforementioned show, but despite this it’s my second favourite. I think it is because the relationships in this show aren’t quite as intense, as changeable. Probably because there are more “main” characters in this show so it’s impossible to explore them all at length. Also, because there are more characters, there’s more chance of there being some that I don’t like – and this is definitely the case. But, what can I say? I’m hooked on the plot, the drama, the delectable Damon Salvatore… and yes, I would refuse Stefan. He does nothing for me!

Strike Back

A bit of a departure from all my other favourites, which are paranormal-style shows, Strike Back is a contemporary, military-type drama. It has two main stars, two military guys, one British, one American. They’re part of an elite group who basically travel around the world finding and defeating terrorists and preventing them from carrying out their evil plans. I love this show for many reasons – the high drama, the plot, the intrigue, the smattering of humour, the fact this kind of stuff really happens, the relationships between the main characters, and the male stars and their bulging muscles. Despite the seriousness of the storyline, it’s a really fun show, and both Michael Stonebridge and Damien Scott are gorgeous in their own way. I like both, but am most definitely a Stonebridge girl.

True Blood

In a way, I feel like I shouldn’t include this in the list because I really felt the show lost its way in the last season. However, I still found myself watching each episode and enjoyed all the other seasons, so I’ll give it a chance to buck up in the next season. True Blood is a very highly-sexed show, really, which is part of its appeal. Of course, it’s also incredibly violent, which it kind of needs to be given the subject matter. In this, I like the characters, their journeys, their relationships and the action. Again, I don’t love all of the characters in this (even the ones you’re supposed to like!), but it doesn’t matter too much. There are enough likeable ones to hold the show. Quite a lot of hot guys, too. I’m a sucker (*snigger* pardon the pun) for some Eric Northman, and I also like Sam Merlotte. But it’s Mr. Skarsgard that made it into my top ten hot guys.

On the topic of my top ten – you might want to check it out here: http://pinterest.com/cw1985/top-10-future-husbands/ – you’ll probably work out some of my other favourite shows and films from that list alone… 😉

With that, I shall leave you to peruse the sexy men. Speaking of which, I wrote about one in my latest book… 😉

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A French AffairSydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/

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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 seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at 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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Another sexy book coming your way.

Next month, I’ll be releasing another fantasy/paranormal erotic romance entitled Hardened Desire. I thought I debut the full excerpt for today’s post.

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BLURB:

What could Luc Mercier, a gargoyle who’s more than a century old, possibly have in common with modern introvert, Gillian Harris? Loneliness and isolation.

When meddlesome friends bring the two together, neither is prepared for the flurry of emotions nor revelations that overwhelm them. That is, until Gillian stumbles across the truth and struggles with how she let her guard down.

Learning to love again has never been harder.

 

EXCERPT:

Was he for real or what? Gillian mused while driving back to her High Park apartment. The stranger’s eyes captivated her, but also warned her not to get too close. There was something peculiar about his mannerisms. Who the hell actually kisses a woman’s hand when first meeting her these days? The age of polite men and chivalry only existed in history books and romance novels, and her life was anything but a romance novel.

Lizzie had crossed the line. What the fuck! Lizzie would be one dead chickie the next time Gillian saw her. If she wanted a date, she knew how to get one herself. Hell…the last thing I ever wanted was to be hand-fed a man.

Let alone the fact that she really didn’t have the time for one. It was bad enough this meeting put her into over-time, she still had work at eight in the morning. Yet, despite the inconvenience of this impromptu mini date—if you could call it as such—the man was charming in a distinguished sort of way.

Luc exuded a confidence that frightened her. Perhaps her inexperience with men dictated her apprehension, yet her inquisitive nature led her—or more accurately—dragged her on. She wanted to know more and understand what really attracted her to him in the first place.

Gillian backed into her designated parking space, narrowly missing the lamppost, utterly distracted by tonight’s events. She rushed into the building and ascended the staircase with expedience. She needed to talk to Lizzie and make sense of this, not to mention address the issue of her meddling.

Stepping into her apartment, she tossed her purse and briefcase aside and sought out her phone. Dialing Lizzie’s number, she kicked off her pumps and strode to the kitchen in hopes of finding wine, a cooler, anything. Anything to get her to relax, instead of freaking out. If there was ever a need for a stiff drink, now was one of those moments.

“There had better be a good reason for you to call and interrupt me,” the out of breath and exasperated voice answered.

Gillian squeezed her eyes shut, dumbfounded, pulling the phone away from her ear and smacking the hardware against the counter before returning it to her ear.

“Ugh! What did I ever do to you, Gillian?” Lizzie mumbled.

“Are you kidding me? What did you ever do to me? First of all, if you were in the middle of anything that involved being naked with a man, it’s your own damned fault for answering the phone. Secondly, I seem to recall a certain gentleman being directed to find me at Paradisio under your advisement. And don’t you dare tell me that you did nothing wrong!”

She hated being furious with Lizzie over this. She knew that good intention was meant, but if she didn’t draw the line at some point, she really had to wonder what was next.

Her friend scoffed then cleared her throat. “Listen, Gillian, first of all, I thought I was doing you a favor. And yes, I am in the company of two men…and yes, I said two. By the way, you should try it sometime. The man I sent to you seemed genuinely disappointed that he didn’t see you at the café tonight. Honestly, when are you going to learn to let go and live a little?”

 

So… What do you think? Have I intrigued you?

 

~L

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Is hell sexy?

Greetings!

As we take part in the season of Halloween, I always find myself thinking not only of trick-or-treating, but of Heaven and Hell. All Souls Day is right around the corner, and yes I know this because I was once a good Catholic girl. Do you ever wonder what lies beyond? Some people say that we are currently living our hell on earth, but is it possible hell exists? I’m sure Dante had some opinions.

Is hell really a fire and brimstone kinda place, or is it an outlet for humanity’s baser desires? A place where anything goes. Where sins are welcome and encouraged. And would we want to give into those sins once there, forever mired in a cesspool of carnality? Would it be delicious or terrifying?

I’ve touched on this topic in my paranormal romance Sweet Hell. In this novel, the Greek god Dionysus is forced to take a journey to hell with my heroine Josie. And Josie is quiet surprised by what she sees there. All is not fire and brimstone, but is it any less horrifying? And can they escape it once there?

Read on, and tell me…do you think hell could be a sexy place?

Blurb:

Dionysus, Greek god of wine and theater, is the world’s original playboy. But
lately, he has been restless, moody, and he knows something is wrong. His
carefree and bacchanal lifestyle is starting to feel like one long string of
meaningless, sexual escapades. Even worse, he is suddenly aroused by the idea of
marriage. And to top it all off, Josie Marino, the mouthy, disheveled, and
eternally annoying woman who serves him coffee at the local bakery, sets him on
fire.

Josie, a Toronto baker of Italian heritage, is not looking for
love or lust. Especially not with Dionysus Iros, the most aggravating, demanding
customer she’d ever had to serve. With his rippling muscles and sexy, knowing
eyes, he’s obviously trouble with a capital T. Unfortunately, he’s also the star
of her every X-rated dream. She’s known players like Dionysus before, and one of
them almost got the better of her. Josie determines she will not fall for his
considerable physical charms, come hell or high water.

But Dionysus turns
strangely protective when a sinister character arrives at Josie’s bakery, and
they can no longer deny their unwanted feelings for one another. They are forced
to embark on a bizarre, sexually-charged journey to hell itself, which threatens
to either change them for the better, or destroy them.

http://www.lsbooks.com/sweet-hell-p535.php

Excerpt:

It took about fifteen minutes for them to reach it. With each passing moment, Josie felt her heart speeding up. Up close, the mansion seemed even bigger, with various wings that seemed to stretch off into different directions. It seemed to her the house not only must have north, south, east, and west wings, but also some wings going in directions that hadn’t been invented yet.

It was shockingly ornate, reminiscent of the grand country estates her parents had brought her to on her first trip to Europe years ago. This place was even more stately, each detail meant to impress and intimidate, yet it was oddly welcoming at the same time. With its scrolled railings, pretty balconies, and Gothic peaks, it reminded her of a fairy-tale castle from her girlish dreams. The sort of place in which she’d always wanted to live. Surrounded as it was by a sprawling English garden, it was too heavenly to be hell.

“I can’t wait to see inside,” she said under her breath, realizing she meant every word. It was the sort of home she could spend weeks exploring.

“Soon enough,” Dionysus said quietly, the annoying smile still playing on his full lips.

Josie stared up at the massive building as they walked up the ostentatious, circular front steps. On each deep step was a marble statue. Or rather, a set of statues. All depicted in the nude. All of them frozen, as if caught in the midst of blatant sexual acts.

She gulped.

The first statue was of a man, his head thrown back in ecstasy, standing before a kneeling woman whose mouth was quite occupied. The next statue depicted a couple leaning up against the marble handrail, the man taking the woman from behind. Josie stared. The fingers digging into the woman’s hips seemed so lifelike, as did the expression of euphoria on her face, it was as if the couple had been turned to stone while in the middle of the act.

Sex, Medusa-style.

With each step, the marble acts of copulation grew more lurid, more imaginative. Some involved groups so large she and Dionysus had to step around them.

As much as it made her nervous about their destination, she couldn’t deny it was also turning her on. Her heart was beating more quickly now. There was a thin bead of sweat on her upper lip. She was squeezing Dionysus’s hand so hard she worried she might break it. And she found she was eager to see each coming statue. Wanted to see all those marble limbs and various appendages, entwined forever.

They finally reached the top step, and she breathed a sigh of relief at being able to look away from the weird statuary. She turned to him. “What is this place?”

His brow was furrowed. He almost looked sorry for her. “Remember the illusion. Each level of hell is designed to make you want to stay there. To linger and forget. To ensnare and distract. This level, The Sinners, is no different. It appeals to the most base of appetites. Most people get caught here. Why do you think the house is so big? It grows with its new additions. Wings are added. Floors are created. It will make you want to stay, too, Josie.”

 

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