Friday, 30 November 2012

A Christmas to Remember

I am finally allowing myself to use the 'C'words. After all tomorrow is December 1st, the official Christmas month. And let me tell you The Nuthouse Scribblers have a Christmas treat for you all.
Each day one of the fabulous authors will be posting a short Christmas story to tantalize and tease you all.

BUT it is an invitation only event!

Luckily for you I am posting your invite here:

So hop along each day for a short story delight to really get you in the Christmas mood.
It all kicks off on the 10th December. 

Find The Nuthouse Scribblers here:

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Meet Doris O'Connor and Her Sexy Tiger.

I am delighted to welcome Doris O'Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author who has a new book out. A book I am dying to read! Her sexy new book is called Masks Of A Tiger and is part of the Club Ink series.

Here is the blurb:

Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

Sounds rather tasty? But wait until you see the cover it is amazing.

Here it is...

I did say it was amazing. But that is not all I have for you. Here is an excerpt for you...

The deep, animalistic growl erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and she hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to take this to the dungeon."
The way he said the word dungeon sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon filled her mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at her what the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this close to him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached to be possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her through his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side of the room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and licked the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her nerve endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground her clit against him again.
God, she was so close, so damn close, if only…
Her eyes flew open, and the world tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before she knew what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to her hips, thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms over her back held her down.
"Don't move, sweetheart, or this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her? And why did the thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why was she not screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such circumstances? Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her arousal.
"Don't you dare spank me. I'm not five years old!" Even to her own ears the protest sounded feeble, and Grisha swatted her ass several times in quick succession. The force behind those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang to her eyes. He massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in tingles of awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of her thighs.
"Bastard! You have no right, you … oh—What are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t stop."
Grisha's amused chuckle vibrated through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her slit repeatedly. He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those digits burning a path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled her clit, and he murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to push herself against that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched her clit.
"That's not the way this works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until you tell me the truth."
Again he traced her slit with the object, and Neeve bucked when it started vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly into her channel, and her cunt clamped around the barely there invasion, her internal muscles desperately trying to pull it in further to no avail. Grisha kept it there on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm hovered just out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor, pummeling his legs in the process.
Another swat to the ass was her reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to the assault on her senses.
"So, what will it be, Neeve? Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I carry on with your punishment?"
"P-punishment?" Neeve panted the words as her body climbed again. "You call this punishment? Is that all you've got?"
Why she felt the need to goad him she couldn't say, but by God, her body might be betraying her, but that didn't mean that she would give in that easily.
"No, sweetheart, I call this torture, and I can keep this up for hours." She heard the smile in his voice, but there was an unmistakable edge of command in those words, and her stomach clenched in excitement.
"You're so fucking wet for me, and your ass is so pink—it’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart. So tell me if you’re not a sub, then why is your essence staining my jeans? Why is that sweet cunt of yours quivering and weeping? It's just waiting for my thick cock to fill you, isn't it?"
He pushed the dildo all the way in, angling it until it hit her g-spot, and Neeve saw stars. He fucked her with merciless precision until she was a quivering mass of need and would have said anything to get off.
"Please, please … I need to come … please, Grisha."
The swat to her ass stung, and his voice could have cut glass.
"You will call me, Sir, sub. And you will answer my questions without evasion." He pushed the dildo all the way in and covered her slit with his hand, whilst the vibrations inside her increased to almost unbearable levels. He pushed one of his fingers into her anus, and Neeve screamed out loud. That felt way too good.
"Please, please, I will, please, just let me—"
"Let you what my sweet, Neeve? Let you come? Do you need to come?" His husky words in her ear grounded her, as he molded his naked chest against her back and pulled her hair until she looked sideways and up into his eyes. Glittering, golden orbs of intensity they pulled her into his will, and she couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.
"Yes," she whispered, and he smiled.
"Then what do you call me?"
"Yes, Sir."
His brilliant answering smile of approval spread through her and left darts of heat along her skin.
"And you'll answer my questions?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then come, sweetheart. Come for me now."

I for one, need a fan and cold water!

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Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Have you seen The Protectors?

'The Wicked Ladies of Fiction' have been at it again! Now four more of the ladies bring us the next installment of what happened as when they met up in the Blood Bar.
So if you loved The Alphas, then you'll adore The Protectors!

Why not have some fun with this hot paranormal read!

When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don't expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men...

Breaking The Surface by Chellie Edwards

No woman can resist the call of the siren that is until merman Malachi de Lothrian meets Arielle and he has to find out why.

To Stop A War by Raven McAllan

Make love not war? Sometimes you don't have a do both.

It takes a lot to stop a war. With the enemies they face, both seen and unseen, was it possible for them to succeed? It didn't seem likely, but Ehrst and Derrom hadn't reckoned with the determination and courage of Octavia. She was prepared to do anything to help, even if it meant baring more than her soul.

Protecting His Own by Xandra James

A one night stand is all she wanted to feel alive once again. But can a gargoyle, intent on finding true love, change her mind?

Widowed Nina was just looking for a warm body for one night when she walked into The Blood Bar. But with a little help from a Siren song and a sexy bar-owner, the universe had other ideas.

Gargoyle Sam wants a forever type of girl after years of meaningless encounters and now, he thinks he's found the one. He just has to convince her of that.

But the night is full of mysteries and not only does Sam need to confront an enemy from his past, he's pulled into a complicated tug of love and war with a group of misfit Supes and Nina's friends. Will Sam be strong enough to save them both or will they both lose what they've only just found?

Desperate Desires by Sasha May

One mission. One bar. The Blood Bar. Three hearts join in a desperate desire. But nothing is simple when the Merman releases his siren call.

Morgan Miller, a werewolf without a pack, wants nothing more than a quiet drink and to find a woman to warm his bed and heart. He hadn't planned on saving a beautiful woman with the aid of a man, Devonte Marze. From pack less to Alpha in one night? Well stranger things have happened.

All Amilian wanted was a night out with her writing group. She hadn't expected trouble, she hadn't expected to have to turn to strangers to save her, and she hadn't expected those two strangers to mean more to her than anything had before.

The Protectors, Book 2 in the Blood Bar Chronicles is now available from all good ebook retailers.

Check out the first in the series, the Alpha’s. The third – the Enforcers – will be available in the new year.

Go on treat yourself!

Friday, 9 November 2012

Book Spotlight on Hump in the Night by Nephylim

Today I feature a new great new paranormal anthology called Hump in the Night by Nephylim.
It feature some rather HOT men who get up to some very HOT action!

Here's the blurb:

Aster is a vampire looking for someone. When he finds Kia his plan is to fuck him and drain him, but Kia has other ideas. Recognising Aster as the man he’s been waiting for, he turns the tide and seduces him, shocking him with secrets from the past. Together, they enter into an encounter that blows their minds and changes their lives forever.
Lucien is a werewolf. He’s always known he’s different. Definitely not an Alpha like his father. More akin to the bitches than the muscular Beta’s or lithe hunters he finds himself drawn to. When the enigmatic lone wolf arrives, with his pure white hair and ice blue eyes, Lucien is lost at first glance. After a burning hot dream he finally submits to the dominant male destined to be his mate for life.
Dema and Meri’el are an unlikely coupling. In the final war against good and evil they find themselves on opposing sides. Dema the demon and Meri’el the son of the King of Angels. Drugging each other with their bodies they unleash the primal fury of their true natures and rock the foundations of the earth and the heavens.
Grey doesn’t believe in curses. When he uncovers a cavern deep under the mountain feared by the villagers as a faery tomb, he scoffs at the superstition, until he meets a stranger who lures him into the wood. A steamy encounter in a forest glade has him wondering if being cursed is such a bad thing after all.
Shay is mourning the death of his soul mate, tormented by the fact he’d never told him how much he loved him. A knife in the back in a dark alley steals his chance to finally prove his commitment, until ghostly whisper in the same alley leads to a night of passion and the second chance both men crave, to finally find peace.

Hmmm...5 Stories in one...

Are you ready for an excerpt?

Demon they called him. Demon, for the red of his eyes, for the black of his skin, patterned with swirls and patterns of red, and for his leathery wings, now furled tight against his back. And yes, he supposed that demon he was, yet those he fought were no less ferocious than he, no more strangers to battle and the atrocities inherent therein.
Angels they were called. Angels, for their bright eyes, for their pale skin, glowing with light from within, and for their pure, feathered wings that spread from their backs like those of great birds.  Some of them, Seraphim they were called, could kill at a glance, turn man or demon to dust in his shoes. And they were the side of good, while he and all his people were ‘bad’.
The great fight between good and evil, this battle was called. The final battle over the souls of men. He couldn’t care less about men, their souls of any part of them. Sure, some of him kind liked to dabble in the small lives of humans, but the angels interfered on a large wider scale. No, this battle wasn’t about men, it was about territory and power. It was one he hoped would be decided very soon. In fact, he was hopeful that it would be ended with the dawn, when the King of Angels discovered his son missing, and a letter in its place, inviting him to the negotiating table. He happened to know that the king valued his son greatly and, if he wasn’t prepared to parlay through force he was sure to be prepared to do so for love… wasn’t he.
He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder, then relaxed as they slid around him, to encircle him in a world of soft whiteness.
“I missed you in our bed,” a sweet voice purred in his ear. “I thought I might find you here. You should rest, tomorrow will be a long, hard day.”
The demon sighed and leaned back into the arms of his lover, who nestled a cheek against his hair. He tilted up his head and the smell of roses enveloped him, as the taller man bent his head to kiss him.
“So many have died,” he said sadly, when his lips were freed. “So many – “
“Don’t think about what has gone. Think about how many lives will be saved when we parlay tomorrow.”
“Will they? Will the king…”
He turned and rested his forehead against the fine skin of his lover’s shoulder. A pair of pure white wings encircled him and he raised his hand, burying his fingers in the downy under-feathers. Looking up into the face of the angel who towered over him, he smiled and all his worries fell away.
“Come back to bed,” Meri’el whispered and he followed.
The bedchamber was dimly lit with muted lamps behind the pale, gauzy curtains that obscured the walls and made it seem as if they were lying inside a cloud. That was Meri’el’s influence. Dema preferred black.
Dema stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at that snow white wings spread out over the bed like a coverlet and the pale, translucent beauty lying between them, his golden hair standing up around his head like a halo.
“You are so beautiful,” Dema breathed. “How can you love someone like me?”
“Someone like you? Someone who is passionate and wild and beautiful? It’s easy, my love. Come love me with passion.”
A red light flared in Dema’s eyes, turning his vision crimson and he sank down into the soft feathers, taking possession of Meri’el’s lips. Meri’el’s arms reached around him and pulled him close, the hard leathery body against the soft yielding flesh.
Meri’el’s breath hitched as Dema’s hardness stabbed into his hip. His own erection, standing up from its bed of gold, slapped against his stomach as he raised his hips, writhing  and trying to rub himself against his lover.
Dema, just as desperate moved to straddle Meri’el, trapping their cocks between them, moving his hips to massage them together. Meri’el whimpered, gasping and clawing at Dema’s back with his fingernails, ineffective against the tough, leathery skin. “Take me, take me,” he gasped.
Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.


So why not hop get your copy? It is available from:

Want to read more....?

Monday, 5 November 2012

Ten questions...ten answers tagged by Raven answered by Michaela.

It's the ten question challenge on the latest creation

10 Questions:

What is the working title of your book? 
Gypsy Butterfly, which is part of the 5-author anthology called Eclipse Of The Blood Moon.

Where did the idea come from for the book?  
Being part of a critique group called UCW means there are always ideas being thrown about. A while ago one of the fantastic authors suggested writing something around the Halloween theme/night. Eclipse Of The Blood Moon was born!

What genre does your book fall under? 
Paranormal Erotic Romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie? 
Hmm well Michael is an angel and he was based on a male model by the name of Kent Edwards and Nali was based on an actress called Shriya Saran.

What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? 
An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves.

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? 
It has a home with Evernight Publishing and has been on release for a few weeks.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
About two weeks. 

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre.
I wouldn't presume to compare it with any of the great stories out there.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?
It was obviously going to have a paranormal feel to it being centered around Halloween. So I started to search for images. I find collecting pictures inspires ideas. It was whilst I was searching for pictures showing a blood red moon that I started to put images together that became the rough working board of my story. This is where Pinterest is great for shaping ideas.

What else about your book might interest the reader
There's no purer love than Michael's love for Nali.

I'm tagging to do this next. Watch out for them

Xandra James
Alannah Harte
Sasha May
Kiru Taye

Happy Reading


Friday, 2 November 2012

“What if?” ~ the development of a story…

Hi all! I’m happy to be a guest here today and talking about mine and my writing partner’s current release ~ the second book in the Double D Ranch Tales, Wild West Hauntings. Thanks, Michaela, for having me!

In an interview I once did for the first book in the series (Wild West Weekend), I was asked what the inspiration was behind the book/series. So I figured I’d share that tidbit of information in regard to the Double D Ranch Tales and Wild West Hauntings for this post.

The germ of an idea started when I took a vacation at a working ranch and was around the cowboys, campfires, cattle, horses, eating outdoors… Well, you get the picture. So, my muse started asking, “What if?” What if there were a couple of friends who went to a ranch to get away from their lives for a bit? What if they hooked up with a couple of sexy cowboys? My writing partner and I had already worked on one project together, and when I got home, I called her up and said, “Guess what we’re writing next.” We work well together, and when we get together to brainstorm, the ideas and words just flow. Wild West Hauntings came about from one of our sessions where we tossed around concepts for the follow up story. Then as we worked on the second book, it morphed into something great. We even started notes on story number four, which was going to be story three until we were hanging out downtown one afternoon and came up with a honeymoon story that took the third spot in the series and bumped the other story to the next slot.

So, without further ado, here’s the information on Wild West Hauntings, the second book in the Double D Ranch Tales saga.

~ Blurb for Wild West Hauntings ~ An Editor’s Pick!
Double D Ranch Tales, 2

In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.
With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.
Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.
Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

***Be Warned: sex toys***
***An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western ***

~ Excerpt ~
The coolness of the bedroom was the second odd occurrence that Bristol noticed after she’d woke unexpectedly in the room bathed by shadow and light. The first had been the baby’s unusual kicking pattern.
What the…
After sweeping her open palm over her stomach in the hopes of settling the little one, she glanced at Damon. As usual he was wrapped around her body with his legs across hers and his arm protectively draped around her belly bulge.
She wasn’t shocked by the massive body heat he gave off because that was a normal occurrence for her man when he slept. No, it was the shiver that ran down her spine when her gaze rested on the panty remote on the nightstand near Damon’s head.
The dial moved once.
Fear followed by confusion plummeted through her body, and suddenly her mouth felt full of cotton.
Surely her eyes played tricks on her.

Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing: 

Thank You C.R.Moss to visiting. It sounds like my kind of book! C.R. Moss is an author to follow. Here is where you can catch up with her~

C.R.Moss Bio: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.