Friday 31 May 2013

Whose Orders and you Under? @doriso'connor #newrelease @evernightpub



Thanks so much for having me here again, Michaela. I love release days, I really do. It never gets old. The excitement of seeing your baby take its steps on its own into the big wide world is really quite special.
This is the first of my flash fiction pieces that has made it into a book, so today is extra exciting because of it. You can check out the original flash here.

It kept niggling at me until I just had to write the story. As is par for the course with me things took an unexpected turn. In the original flash the hero was very much human, but once I started writing, he made it clear that he was in fact a vampire…
I leave you with the blurb and excerpt:

Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.
Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.
Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

Excerpt:

Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.
He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him.
“I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”
He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.
“I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.
“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.
He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.
“Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”
Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.
“I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table.
The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.
“Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”
Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.
Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.


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Author Bio:


Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.


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Thursday 23 May 2013

Meet The Wolf on The Hill @jorjalovett @totalebound


Thanks for having me here to share my new release with Total-E-Bound. The Wolf on the Hill is the first book in my series– The Wild Irish Wolves. I can't tell you how excited I am about this book. Since Caleb came knocking at my door in his bike leathers, looking all sexy and bad ass, I've been totally in love with him…and, er, Rory who turned up soon after. And my wolfie is doing me proud, standing at #4 on Are's Bestseller list!


**My fabulous publishers are giving readers a discount on Amazon for a limited time. You can also buy The Wolf on the Hill for an amazing 99cents on ARe!**
Blurb
Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.
Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.
He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.
Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
                                                                           
Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content*

Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom.
When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call.
In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach.
Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.
Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge.
She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!
The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit.
Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over.
He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.
With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet.
In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.
"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.
"If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase.
"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside.
"No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples.
"Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever.
Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking. "No."
With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.
He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.
Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement.
She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.

Available from Total-E-Bound now   
                               
Author Bio

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

Find her on Facebook, Twitter: @jorjalovett, Blog, Website
And don't forget to check out her 'inspirations' on Pinterest ;)
                                        
                                                       

Monday 20 May 2013

Who is Cecilia Claiming? @ravenmcallan @evernightpublishing #newrelease


When Mik invites me on to her blog as a guest, I do a little chair swivel. We're both unable to eat gluten, love red wine and chocolate and appreciated the naked form…

(Mik: That is so true LOL!)

And believe you me we've got plenty of naked, er forms in this story. After all Cecy does have two lovers…


(Mik: Love this cover!)

Everyone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock...
Take Cecilia for example. She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?
Cecy's willpower is never strong when she's around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just on what form the 'more' should take?

A wee tease…

March 1815. London, England.
Cecilia hummed to herself as she let herself in through the narrow door at the back of the elegant town house. Caleb Jefferies, Lord Haytor wasn't expecting her, but this route was their way of seeing each other without the eyes of the ton on them. She closed the door behind her and hung her cloak on a convenient hook. As she smoothed her silks over her hips, a tremor of excitement ran through her, sending a gush of liquid to coat her thighs. Every time she thought of Caleb, of his hard male body next to her, and his cock erect and ready to fill her, the hairs on her arms stood on end. The sensations she felt as he fucked her were like nothing else, and she knew she would never get enough of them.
Except… A thought of another hot male body flickered through her mind, to be firmly quashed. That particular memory had no place in her present.
Her body was so hot, it was as if an inferno washed over her, and Cecy fanned herself with her hands. She could only pray he would be at home. It wasn't as if she could walk up to the front door and ask.
She ran up the stairs and opened the door at the top. With hindsight the noises she heard from within should have warned her.
The sighs and moans made her quim contract. The sight made her moan and take a step back. Surely she wasn't excited? Her body told her otherwise. Her heart beat so fast and loud it was a wonder the two men she regarded didn't hear it. However the fact each had their cock thrust in the others mouth and their eyes closed probably rendered her invisible and unheard.
*****
Writing this series in conjunction with Lee Brazil is a fabulous experience. We both love the Regency era, and this series, Behind Closed Doors was plotted over tequila (Lee) and gin (me). We're having so much fun, and even though each book is stand alone, you will meet some friends from other books here and there.
Once we'd fleshed—*snigger* fleshed…oh yes lots of flesh—out the series we started to write. There's been some odd facebook conversations I can tell you. The house and village in the first two books do exist, and I was able to send pictures. The local museum were really helpful as well…
As for animals on Dartmoor, Dartmoor Gaol and its inmates…well I just had to go and visit…It's a perfect excuse isn't it… travel for research, I wonder if it's tax deductable?

(look out for the books set on islands in the Indian Ocean…)

Cecilia's Claim is available from www.evernightpublishing.com

Nosy links…

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…


https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)

Sunday 19 May 2013

#SexySnippets @thenuthousescribblers #comingsoon


Welcome to another addition of Sexy Snippets. 



Each Sunday we give you a taste of 7 sexy sentences from our work, whether published or not.


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Today my snippet comes from a new soon to be published book called Her type of Guy, Anthology of Naughty stories,  published by Evernight Publishing.

It is an anthology of short stories that will tickle and tantalize your taste buds. Your snippet comes from one of my stories in it called Only When Allowed.

Here is the blurb...


Rushley-Come-Early was his nickname at college and he can't seem to get his timing right with any woman. lillian watches his everyday - this cougar decides to take him to task. Can she sort him out and give him the best night of his life or will Alex live up to his name once again?


Ready for a Snippet?


Stopping right in front of him, she lifted a finger to his face. She traced the outline of his lips and slowly down his chin. Alex was rooted to the spot. Lillian leaned into him and her warm breath fanned his ear.
"Come," she said before turning and walking away towards the lifts.
Alex did not need to think twice. He almost ran to follow his boss, ready to obey her every command. 


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Friday 17 May 2013

Guest post by @CherieNicholls

Hi All,

Thanks Michaela for letting me drop by!

It's just a flying visit really, which is the theme for my whole life right now. There never seems to be enough time to do everthing you want to do.

I'm having to fit writing in around everything else and that's really hard work. But I guess that it can pay off 'cause, that's how Tracing his Heart came about.......

My work schedule was killing me and I was stuck in the middle of writers block so I decided to word dump....never done that? ....give it a try....it's when you simply let the words flow and don't worry about story or theme or structure you just let your fingers wizz over the keys and see where it leads.

I managed to write the whole of this book in a day....yeah I know 8k in words in one day! I nearly died.

Then when the call came from a series of short stories from Liquid Silver I couldn't help by send it over.

My word dump is now proudly part of Under A Moonlit Night short story collection that was released this week:





Blurb: 

Carter Jones, known as Jones to his friends, lost part of his soul a long time ago. He
had to make a choice between his pack and his heart, a choice that has haunted him and
his wolf for years.

Rhea Gracefield, Domme, business woman, and lone wolf, was forced out of her pack when the wolf she loved told their secret.

What happens when Jones finds his way in to the Domme’s Domain?

Excerpt:

“What made you ever think you could come into my club, Carter Jones, without having to deal with me?” she said barely above a whisper.
“Rhea,” he said on a breath.
With quick force she reached down and slapped his butt, making him jump.
“This,” she tugged at the white ribbon, “means you get to call me Mistress, boy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered automatically.
“Now tell me. Did you really think you wouldn’t have to pay the price of entering my territory?” she asked with a nip on his shoulder. Maybe she was a little rougher than she would usually be, but Jones was like her. She knew what would hurt a full human would never hurt a wolf shifter, not people like them.
“I didn’t know this was your club, Mistress.” Jones answered.
Rhea slapped his butt again.
“Don’t lie to me, boy, you. I know you’d have scented me a mile off. Yet here you still are. I wonder why?” she nipped his shoulder again before licking the bite. Goose bumps rose over his skin, and Rhea smiled.
“Please.” He spoke so softly Rhea doubted those around them heard.

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Buy link: Liquid Silver, Amazon and all good ebook sellers

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See when you let your mind go, you just don't where it will lead!

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Until next time...remember.....she may be smaller than you but a Domme can have you on your knees in seconds without even lifting a finger.....just remember that.

Monday 13 May 2013

Discover the Billionaire and his Unwanted Virgin @doriso'connor #book release @evernightpublishing


Welcome to Doris O'Connor. I LOVE this story and I am sure you will too!
Over to you Doris.



Thanks so much for having me here today, Michaela.

I'm thrilled to be able to share my latest release with you. The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin was sparked by a newspaper article I read back in October last year.
It caused quite a stir, and I couldn't help but think there was a story in there somewhere. At the time I stored it away for future reference, and then I had a chat with my crit group ladies in Skype and one of them said, "You know, that virgin story? I thought of you. It had you written all over it. Write her story."
Once I'd recovered from the giggles that the story of a virgin reminded her of me (trust me, nothing virginal about me anymore after 23 years of marriage and nine kids!), the idea took hold.
What sort of a woman would sell her virginity? What would drive her to do that, apart from the obvious need for cash? Was it pure greed, the easy way out, or was there a much deeper and less selfish reason for doing so, and at what personal cost to her?
After all, anyone could purchase her.
It was an interesting dilemma, and I needed a dark and mysterious hero to play counterfoil to her. What sort of man would he be, apart from filthily rich? What drove him to do this? Surely there are easier ways to get laid?
What I came up with surprised the heck out of me. Lakota's and Alice's story is scorching hot, and deeply emotional. I cried, I laughed, and hubby wore a happy grin after I wrote their sex scenes.
*wink*
I leave you with a little taster … Enjoy!

Blurb:
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Excerpt:                                            
He'd bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?
"Lakota?" Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.
"I'm here, my sweet. Relax."                          
She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.
"Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"
She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
"I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."
He'd gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.
She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.
By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."
****
Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.
Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.
"I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife."
"Do we have to take it off?"
He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.
"I don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will react."
Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
"I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."

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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Sunday 12 May 2013

#SexySnippets @thenuthousescribblers #coming soon #Snail's Pace


Welcome to another addition of Sexy Snippets. 



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Today my snippet comes from a new soon to be published book called Her type of Guy, Anthology of Naughty stories,  published by Evernight Publishing.
It is an anthology of short stories that will tickle and tantalize your taste buds. Your snippet comes from one of my stories in it called Snail's Pace.

Adam watched Sophie work from behind his glasses as he had done many times. He knew her routine well: tidying the shelves, restocking the popular titles, fluffing the cushions and sorting the toys. Her movements were swift; she brought order to whatever she touched. He longed for her slender hands to touch him and for those long legs to be wound around his waist as he ground into her. Her round breasts looked like they would overfill his hands.
The jangling of the bell awoke him from his daydream. That is all it was pure fantasy


Do you wonder if Adam will ever make his fantasy a reality? Well you'll have to wait and see!

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Don't forget if you buy anything from Evernight Publishing 25% of ALL website proceeds will go  in support of Breast Cancer Awareness. Go grab a book and support Breast Cancer Awareness. Offer ends 15th May 2013.