Monday, 21 December 2015
Early Christmas Present! The Duke's Christamas Abductions @mamaD8 @RavenMcAllan #newrelease #Christmas
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Sunday, 20 December 2015
Fancy a tasty treat? Try Entwined Destiny. @NanaPrah @LoveBitesSilk #coverreveal
Entwined Destiny by +Nana Prah
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release date: January 12, 2015
Time is ticking away for Adjoa Twum. She has
until the end of the year to find a guy, fall in love, and marry. Or else, her
father will disinherit her from the family business.
Adjoa hasn’t had success with the dating
game. No man meets her expectations. Esi, her cousin, suggests a fake
relationship with Adjoa’s best friend, Kwame Opoku, to pacify her relentless
father.
Kwame thinks Adjoa’s request is ridiculous.
Posing as her boyfriend might get tricky, but he can’t say no to those
beautiful eyes. Once the falsified relationship begins, things heat up. He
discovers deep feelings for her, feelings that might lose Adjoa and her
friendship.
Should they take the chance and up it to the
next level?
Adjoa’s polite knuckle knock hadn’t worked, so
her fist had to meet the door. He could sleep through anything. “Kwame, it’s me.”
When the door swung open, her eyes met a tall,
sexy man with no shirt. The sprinkling of dark curly hair on his well-muscled
chest forced her fingers to grip the handle of her bag so she wouldn’t reach
out to stroke him.
A bicep flexed as he reached up to rub his
eye. She’d always been a sucker for a man with a well-toned body, and this one
met all of her muscle criteria.
Her gaze roamed up to the face scowling down
at her. Holy crap. It was Kwame’s body she’d been ogling. She pushed past him
so he couldn’t see her blush and headed into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of
water from the fridge, she gulped it down. It didn’t come close to cooling her
off. What was going on?
“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s seven.” She
glanced down at her watch. “Five after seven to be exact. You should be ready
to go.”
“I had a late night.”
Another swig of water at the sound of the
sexy rumble of his morning voice didn’t help with the quiver in her stomach. Who
was this man and why did he affect her like this? She hadn’t felt this way
since she’d had that brief flutter of attraction in college. It had been easy
to get over him when he started dating that hussy architect major.
“What were you doing? Computer work?” Please
say yes. For years, they’d avoided detailed discussions about the people they
dated; it seemed to be a mutual unspoken agreement between them.
“You know me too well.”
Relief flowed out of her in the form of a
long exhale, glad he hadn’t been with a woman last night. Not that it should matter.
Just because she’d asked him to be her fake man didn’t mean he couldn’t see
other women. She didn’t even care. “Not good enough to circumvent you not being
awake by now. Get going. Make it quick so both of us aren’t late.”
As he shuffled toward the bathroom, her gaze
wandered down to his tight ass. Placing the cold, half-empty water bottle on
her warm neck, she snapped her attention away. All of a sudden, her nerdy
friend Kwame had morphed into a tempting man.
Nana Prah is a multi-published author of
contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice.
When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life
with friends and family.
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Tuesday, 17 November 2015
Watch out for The Temptress@cjfallowfield @LoveBitesSilk #Contemporary #Romance
The Temptress by C.J. Fallowfield
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary Romance
The Temptress.
Save over 50% for November only - Just 99c/99p.
Available on Kindle Unlimited
There’s just something about a French accent, something that conjures images of romance, sex and passion. There’s a reason French is called ‘the language of love.’
Lulu McQueen runs an exclusive honeytrap agency, to test the fidelity of rich men for their suspicious partners. While her business flourishes and her track record in the field remains unbroken, earning her the nickname of The Temptress, her personal life isn’t so successful.
A trip to Paris, years ago, led to the most erotic encounter of her life with Luc, a charismatic, dominant, irresistible Frenchman. For one night she experienced bliss on a scale she’d never encountered and fled in the morning, ashamed of herself, but her Parisian one night stand was burned into her memories and no one since had compared.
With no one available on short notice, Lulu steps in to lure Mrs. Le Grand’s rich husband, for an extortionately high fee. Lulu’s in for the shock of her life when she finds her mark at the hotel bar. Luc Le Grand still has a face and body to make Adonis weep. He exudes confidence, masculinity and raw sex appeal.
The question now isn’t whether Lulu can tempt him, but whether she can resist him, retain her reputation and secure her fee, or whether she’ll fall under Mr. Le Grand’s spell. Again.
A standalone erotic romance novel, The Temptress contains adult themes and is only suitable for those aged over 18.
I smiled as I sat at the traffic lights and the smartly dressed businessman in his BMW waiting next to me dropped his mirrored shades down his nose to cast an appreciative eye my way. I kept a hand on the leather steering wheel as I gave him a smile back. A bit of harmless flirtation in the morning never did anybody any harm. I revved the powerful engine on my Mercedes AMG GT S as he slid his glasses back up and put both hands on his steering wheel. I did the same, with a faint smile, as we waited for the lights to change to green. The second they did I left him standing and laughed, as the exhilaration of the acceleration of my new baby made my heart beat faster. That was the trouble with men, most of them underestimated me. They just saw me as eye candy, someone they’d like to bend over their office desk and fuck, no one ever took me seriously. I’d been blessed with excellent genes. Not only did I look stunning, but I had a brain too, which most men obviously thought lay somewhere between the domes of my breasts, as that’s where they focussed all of their attention when they were talking to me. I’d come away from University with a First Class Honours degree in Business Management and had just completed my Master’s Degree, doing it part time while I worked.
C.J. Fallowfield is an Amazon #1 bestselling author who writes contemporary humorous erotic romance novels. She comes from the United Kingdom and is half French. She lives in the wonderful countryside of Wales, surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Her writing aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s and copious amounts of coffee. Reading was her main pastime, until she discovered the joy of creating hot, erotic, romantic fiction, but she still tries to set aside time to indulge her appetite for steamy reads by other authors too. She is yet to find her Prince Charming, but lives with her extremely pampered fur baby, Pumpkin, kitten of mass destruction.
C.J. started writing in October 2013, releasing her first novel, New Leaves, No Strings (The Austin Series #1) in January 2014.
Her alter ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, is due to release her debut romantic comedy novel on 26th February 2016.
C.J.
started writing in October 2013, releasing her first novel, New Leaves, No Strings (The Austin Series
#1) in January 2014.
Her
alter ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, is due to release her debut romantic comedy
novel on 26th February 2016.
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Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Meeting Duce will change your life @kaitylerauthor @LoveBitesSilk #MM #Thriller
Book: Duce by Kai Tyler
Series: Worlds End, Book 2
Genre: M/M Romance, Suspense/Thriller, Dystopian, Organized Crime
Tag line: One mafia boss, One rival's son. One deadly setup.
Parties and orgies... those
are the things Carlos Carmichael wants to do. It's the only way he knows to
deal with his life as the son of a notorious cartel boss. He'll get whatever he
wants by any means necessary.
Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.
Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.
When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.
For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?
In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.
Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.
Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.
When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.
For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?
In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.
Content warning: This book contains scenes of violence and sex between men.
ACTION EXCERPT
Dante's POV
Flexing my fingers, I strode into
the alleyway, keeping to the shadows.
"Move away from him."
My steady, low-pitched voice hung in the humid air, arms stilled at my sides.
"This is none of your
business, mister," the man Carl had approached in the club spoke as he
straightened to his full height.
A large man, he stood wider than
me and built like a wrestler. Same as his friend. They reminded me of an old
nursery rhyme I’d read as a kid—Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
"I'll walk away if you let
him come with me." The negotiator in me held court. In my line of work,
this skill had saved my skin more times than I could count. Especially since it
distracted the adversary into thinking I lacked the physical strength to back
it up.
"Not until we're done
here."
One look into Carl's rounded and
pleading eyes and I switched tactics, stepping into their space.
Tweedledee growled and charged,
swinging his arms.
My reflexes took over. After
ducking low, I smashed my fist into Tweedledee’s groin. He gave an agonised
grunt and fell with a thud to the ground.
Whoosh. Wham. Tweedledum came at me, fists jabbing in methodical
motions like a boxer. Jaw clenched in a snarl, I ducked his punches, biding my
time as I was slowly pushed back into a corner. My experience made me keep my composure
while adrenaline flooded my veins.
The chance came. I stepped wide
with my left foot, swung my right leg behind him and kicked back. Tweedledum
tumbled. I pulled him backward with his arms and flipped him over my right hip.
As the man crashed onto the ground, I corked my hand, ready to deliver a death
blow.
"No!" Carl shouted, a
terrified tremor in his voice.
SMEXY EXCERPT
Carlos's POV
"Your first time folding
clothes."
I'd been admiring him so much I'd
forgotten everything else. His words made me look at my handiwork and my cheeks
heated. How did he know it was my first time?
"I-I'm sorry if it's not up
to your standard." I felt inadequate and silly that I couldn’t fold my own
clothes well.
"You did a good job."
"I did?" Warmth spread
across my chest at his approving words.
"Yes, you did. Come
here."
I didn't need a second
invitation. I hurried to him.
Placing both hands on either side
of my face, he stared at me for a minute, the expression in his eyes completely
unreadable. Then he jammed his hands into my hair, tugged my head back, and
lowered his lips to mine.
I melted against him. In contrast
to the hardness of his body, his lips were soft. Full and soft. His tongue
explored my mouth. Hungry. Seeking. Savouring. I groaned, grabbing onto his
bare back and rubbing my cock against him.
He broke the kiss. Nuzzled my
chin, my neck. Bristles scoured my skin. Callused hand wrapped around my dick.
I gasped for air, leaked pre-cum like a tap. A thumb swiped and he spread the
moisture, using it as lubricant as he jacked me.
Sicario (Part One)
World's End, Book 1
A short story prequel to the
series
Available now as FREE
download
One
hit man.
One slave.
One death wish.
Enzo has been ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and sold into slavery. He swears to free himself and mete revenge on all who have wronged him.
First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he's suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.
This is the first part of Sicario, a male/male romance set on a dystopian earth and a World End series short story
One slave.
One death wish.
Enzo has been ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and sold into slavery. He swears to free himself and mete revenge on all who have wronged him.
First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he's suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.
This is the first part of Sicario, a male/male romance set on a dystopian earth and a World End series short story
When
I’m not helping other authors promote their works, you might find me in a
coffee shop, day dreaming about how the cute couple in the corner fell in love.
You can also find me online ogling images of hot men, which I do share, btw.
Twitter or @KaiTylerAuthor
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Tuesday, 27 October 2015
Ready for some hot sexy MMF? @lily_harlem @evernightpub
Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOW
Muscling
In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy
MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a
threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world
they live in.
The
story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her
husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This
man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite,
the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course
one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she
miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not
fair…
Back Cover Information
My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark
place.
Determined to pry details of this
forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me
on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be
reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he
want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would
I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type
of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More
than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells,
whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
Grab your copy of Muscling In from
Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on
the hall light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked
off my heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam.
He’d pushed the door up, hard.
“Cobe—”
His lips were over mine, his hands
in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth,
giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him
in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the
inside of my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my
cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to
his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t
touch you again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…”
He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking
dress you’ve teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I
grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either,
just the way he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it
should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there
was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and
it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a
large burgundy vase.
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention
landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black
dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his
erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying
on for long.
His touch skimmed down my sides,
dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on
fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him
to touch me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it
over his shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it
and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his
arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I
stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d
captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom
open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt
and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside.
Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to
the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation
was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom
lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved
that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and
stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but
obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my
heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the
juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His
pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving
away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he
muttered, quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped
my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved
at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker
than that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov
reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping
his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good,
’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and
settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering
shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and
bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping
his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with
firm pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my
eyes. “That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and
pushed one long finger into me.
I clenched around him. I was wet and
hot, needy for something to fill me.
He pushed another finger in, upped
the force on my clit.
My stomach muscles tightened. A
delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life
in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around
his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
“So greedy,” he murmured, his
breaths hot over my flesh.
“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the
invasion. “More, give me more.”
He shifted, his big body easily
removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers
still lodged inside me. “More?”
“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly
wanton now.
“Mmm,” he said, raising his
eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers
over my anus.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
“You want fucking here?” He pushed
knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over
the center of my pucker.
“No, yes…” I tossed my head from
side to side.
“Which is it?”
“I don’t know. Do what you need to.”
God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to
keep the climax building.
“Of course you know what you want.
Tell me.”
“Come, I want to come.”
“With me in your pussy or your ass,
babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer
questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic,
forbidden but delicious. I craved it.
He eased in a little more.
Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.
I groaned and sped up my
ministrations on my clit.
“You want both. Say it.” His voice
held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked
in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty
girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”
“I want to come…”
“You will, but tell me, how am I
going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”
“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was
breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”
“I guess that would work.” He slid
higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time
they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”
“No, never too old.”
“Let’s hope not. But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe I should get us a male
prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your
cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”
“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all
my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going
to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait
for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of
return.
“Yeah, come. I love watching you
come.”
He was fucking me with his fingers,
front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.
“Me and you and a sexy man with a
big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can
you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian?
You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed
with dick that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to
the last moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So
much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A
wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread
around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed
my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers
and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in
and out of me. “Go, babe…”
About Lily Harlem
Lily
Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic
romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including
HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and
Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry
nominations.
Before
turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest
HarperCollins release, Confessions
of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in
London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The
Glass Knot, In
Expert Hands and Scored
have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily
writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon
Best Seller lists and Breathe
You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily
also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy
as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player
and The Vixen - and That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One
thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be
wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Harlem Links
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