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…

 

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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.

 

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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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Thursday 22 October 2015

Meet Scarlett Hood and the Hunter @PumpkinSpiceU2 @evernightpub #newrelease

Today I am delighted to welcome Pumpkin Spice with her shiny new book! Here it is...


 
 
About SCARLETT HOOD & THE HUNTER – The Amāre Tales

Editor’s Pick - Heat Level: 3

In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Scarlett Hood discovers that her grandmother’s retirement fund has been targeted by the wolf of Wall Street, Bernie Wolfe, the photo journalist realizes she will need more than her telephoto lens to take him down. She’ll need help.

Help arrives in the unlikely Jack Hunter, the local bean farmer, who struck it rich only to lose his golden crop to Wolfe. Now working for the Security & Exchange Commission (SEC), Jack is on the hunt to bring down Wolfe and Giant Investment Services. Nothing—not even his unbridled attraction to Scarlett—will keep him from tackling the man who stole his grandmother’s land and put him out of business. Can Scarlett Hood and Jack Hunter team up together to bring down one of Amāre’s worst villains and find their own happily ever after?

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About Pumpkin Spice:
Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction.

 
Her next Amāre Tale, also offered by Evernight Publishing, “Goldie Locks & The Brothers Bear” will turn another classic and give it a naughty spin just in time to make it a November to remember!

Evernight Publishing will also debut her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” that focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their sexual attraction to each other.
This November, readers will be in for a treat when “My Midnight Cowboy” will be tucked in stockings for Red Moon Romance’s “The Naughty List” anthology.
Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer.


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Visit her website: https://pumpkinspicecom.wordpress.com
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2


Excerpt:


I clapped my hands together and practically scared Scarlett into a sitting position. “Okay, so I guess it’s time we get you cleaned up.”

She shook her head, and a mess of crimson spirals moved haphazardly across her fair face. “Oh, ouch.” She reached up and touched the back of her head.

I was instantly at her side. “Lie back down.” She gently slid on the couch. “Crap. Maybe you have a concussion.” I looked behind me at the front door, but I knew Granny had already left. I carefully sat beside Scarlett and moved a wayward lock away from her face. I leaned over and started feeling behind the back of her head. I felt her eyes on me as I groped her head like I was checking a watermelon for freshness. I really wasn’t sure what I was doing because suddenly touching Scarlett sent my senses into overload. Her hair was soft and silky between my fingers. I slowed down my rhythm and gently massaged her scalp. A low murmur escaped her lips. I quickly glanced at her, and her eyes were closed. I wanted to lean over and kiss her perfectly plump lips, but I returned my focus to her head where my hands wove through her wild hair that was a wonderland of richness. Even though she was soaked in wine, her head smelled like lavender. Now when I looked again at her, she looked up at me and smiled.

“I don’t feel any bumps?” I asked as more of a question than a statement.

Scarlett’s deep, husky laugh rose to my ears like an aphrodisiac that sent a signal to my brain and straight to my jeans as if she had suddenly cupped my cock. Her laughter was that enticing. It spiked a primal desire to have her beneath me with her mouth wrapped around my cock, which was beginning to grow as fast as my field of bean stocks.

I quickly shook my head and jerked away from her as if from a hot flame. “Yup,” I said brushing my hands together and trying to shake free from the heat that radiated between us. “I think you’re A-okay. Okay-dokay.”

She looked up at me, and her faint green eyes questioned me. “What happened?”

I shrugged. “Nothing. Just taking Granny’s orders to get you cleaned up. So let’s get moving and get you ready.” I hiked my thumb toward where I imagined the bathroom was located. “I’ll start the shower, run a bath, or grab a bucket of water from the well.” I scratched my head. “I’m not sure if there’s running water out here. But no matter.” I snapped. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” I pointed to Scarlett. “To get you freshened up.” Who am I? I sounded like some jingle writer for a feminine hygiene commercial.

Scarlett shook her head. “But Granny won’t be back for at least an hour.”

I nodded. “Yes, but she left me in charge to get you cleaned up.”

Scarlett slightly raised her hips off the couch, and her yellow skirt fell forward to reveal sheer panties that were streaked red. But even stained in wine, it was clear to see that Scarlett was a true redhead.

“I don’t think I should move in my condition,” she said with a coy look on her face. “Could you help me, Jack?”

I swallowed hard and looked at the tiniest, barely-there V-shaped panty that was held together by thin, pink, spaghetti-like straps that hugged Scarlett’s narrow hips. I wanted to gnaw them off with my teeth to get to the strip of hair that was tucked beneath the sexy sheer. Instead, I held Scarlett in my gaze.

“Maybe you hit your head too hard?” I said trying to maintain some semblance of control, trying to be the good guy, trying to remember that we just met. Trying to get a handle on a situation that was suddenly moving too fast, too soon, and yet felt so right, which made no sense at all.

Scarlett rolled her head from side-to-side. Locks of her hair swayed in a truly mesmerizing, hypnotic fashion. “Jack, Jack, Jack. You over-think things way too much. If this Wolfe guy really is so bad and I really was in harm’s way then you just came and rescued me.” She looked up at me, and in that look I could have shot my load.

“Shouldn’t we be living in the moment?” Her voice dripped with sex appeal, and my mind and body stopped working together. “Shouldn’t we forget what’s behind us and start moving forward? I’m not usually this way, but tonight hasn’t gone anywhere like I had planned. I met some Wolfe in the woods. I knew he was bad news, I knew that, but I didn’t listen to my gut.”

For a moment anger flashed across her face. “I should have listened to my first instinct. But I didn’t.” She shook her head. “I did what was expected of me. I shared my dessert. I played nice.”

Her hands were in her lap, and she opened them like she was releasing a bomb. “And then because of my kindness, I got knocked out by you, and now you tell me that Blue may have lost everything?” Her voice dropped like she was about to cry. “If we can’t save what Blue lost…”

Scarlett placed both of her hands over her chest, and in that moment I could tell that what she needed. What she wanted wasn’t necessarily me, but some retreat, some reprieve, some form of escapism from everything that had just happened. And if I could give her thirty minutes, though I hoped much longer, of total release, what was the harm?

Tuesday 20 October 2015

Let's meet Her Montana Cowboy @MissWishlade @LoveBitesSilk #Western #Romance


TITLE: Her Montana Cowboy
AUTHOR: +Molly Wishlade 
HEAT RATING: Sizzling
BOOK LENGTH: Short Novel
WORD COUNT: 33,101
ISBN: 978-1-78430-746-2
SEXOMETER: 2
FORMAT: eBook

GENRE: Cowboys and Western, Erotic Romance, Historical
RELEASE DATE: 6th October 2015






Falling in love wasn’t part of Huyana’s plan, but when Matthew Duggan claims her as his own, she has to open her heart or risk losing everything.
Life has been tough for Huyana. From the moment of her violent conception, the odds were stacked against her.
Meeting Matthew Duggan and his family changes her life forever.
Family can be close. People can be kind. Love can be good.
But a lifetime of rejection and abuse is difficult to overcome and Huyana struggles to trust the man she loves. There are secrets in her past and she fears revealing them.
Can Huyana find the happiness she craves and allow herself to be claimed by her Montana cowboy?





Chapter One

“Edie! Get yer ass in here!” The gravelly voice rang out in the small house.
Huyana froze and held her breath. The knife she’d been using to chop carrots slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the tabletop. She hugged her slim waist and listened carefully for sounds of movement.
Nothing.
Yet.
Had William Montgomery gone back to sleep? She hoped so. If he was asking for his wife then he was going to have one of his bad days and therefore the longer he rested, the better. At least if he woke later, she would have company to help her deal with him. Even with all her experience of people, the old man’s sudden fluctuations from joy to anger to confusion still unsettled her and she’d prefer to have someone else nearby.
Someone like Matthew Duggan?
She shrugged away the thought. In the short space of time in which she’d known the handsome cowboy, she’d seen only good in him. He’d been kind, helpful and attentive, even coming to find her in Virginia City, where she’d been employed as a maid, to offer her the post as carer to William Montgomery. Not that other folks were hammering down the Duggans’ door to get the position, of course. But Matthew knew that her employer was leaving town and Huyana would soon be without an income. Matthew had suggested that his older brother, Kenan, offer Huyana the job. And mighty glad she was about it too. At first. But now she knew how hard it was caring for William Montgomery alone, she wondered if she’d made the right decision.
But of course she had. What other choice did she have? With her circumstances and her questionable background, what else could she expect to do? Whore? Beg? Steal? The choices for a mixed-race woman were limited indeed. Besides, it meant that she got to see Matthew Duggan regularly, even if she did clam up like a sixteen-year-old maiden every time he stepped over the threshold.
“Edie!”
Huyana jumped. She’d have to go check on William. He was clearly distressed. His wife had been in the ground just over a month. Sometimes he remembered this clearly, but at other times, he still thought she was alive and well. A wave of sympathy washed over Huyana. She knew what it was to love and lose someone and William deserved her compassion. The poor man was dealing with his raw grief in his moments of lucidity. Healing would likely take him longer than the average person because he wasn’t experiencing the heartache constantly with its full ferocity. Instead, it came in agonizing bursts, then, as if his mind was protecting him, he regressed to his confused state and forgot all about Edie’s death until the next lucid period. It was like a slow form of torture, and Huyana wished on a daily basis that she could do something to alleviate William’s pain and anguish.
Huyana scooped up the carrots from the flat wooden chopping board and dropped them into a bowl then wiped her hands on her apron. She crossed the room and stood outside the door of William’s bedroom then rapped her knuckles against the wood.
“You all right in there, Mr. Montgomery?”
“Who in the hell is that?”
Huyana shivered as she heard the confusion in William’s tone.
“It’s me, Mr. Montgomery. Huyana. Your help.”
“Say what?” His voice was closer now, as if he muttered with his lips pressed against the wooden boards of the door. Huyana slowly unlocked the door and took a step back. The lock was a precautionary measure that the Duggans had insisted upon to prevent William from wandering off during the night when Huyana slept or when she was outside in the yard. “Who’s ya say yer?”
“Huyana.” Her own name tripped off her lips as it had done thousands of times before, but this time it filled her with dread because she feared his reaction.
“What in the hell kind of a name is that?”
The door swung inward and Huyana braced herself as William Montgomery staggered out into the main room of the house. He reminded her of an acorn calf, all unsteady on his legs and wary of his surroundings. Huyana winced as his stale smell reached her nostrils. She had only washed him last evening with Catherine Duggan’s help but it seemed that the old man had pissed his bed again. She’d left the pot right next to his bed in plain view, but unfortunately he didn’t always think to use it. At times, the floor and his undergarments seemed to serve him just as well.
Like an animal.
No.
Like a child. A poor helpless infant who sometimes doesn’t know right from wrong.
William stared around the room as if seeing it for the first time. He squinted against the September morning light that seeped through the small windows and warmed the floorboards. He eyed the fire that burned in the grate suspiciously, as if wondering how it had gotten there. His face held the look of a lost child as he scratched his matted gray hair, and Huyana’s heart broke for him.

It was going to be a bad day.



Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. Her lifetime of reading has taken her from the magical worlds of The Faraway Tree and The Borrowers, to the Greek myths and legends, to Sweet Valley High and Judy Blume's Forever, to Asimov's science fiction, Jane Eyre's torment and Stephen King's masterpieces. More recently she has wandered through the vivid historicals of Philippa Gregory; the bubbly, gritty delights of Adele Parks and the fast paced thrillers of James Patterson. She loves getting lost in a novel and often regrets finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends. She regularly indulges her insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and is working on several of her own!
What precious spare time she has is spent with her family (one gorgeous husband and two bright and beautiful children), taking long walks around the beautiful Welsh countryside (although she's still waiting for the rescue greyhound she wants to accompany her), cooking her own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines. Oh, and she also loves to ski and can't wait to go again! And buying shoes!
She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of her own characters, relationships and worlds.

She appreciates feedback, recipes and wine recommendations.





Tuesday 13 October 2015

Welcome to Starla Kaye's Double Audio Book Tour @starla_kaye @LoveBitesSilk #Romance #MM #MMF


Starla Kaye's Double Audio Book Tour
for 
The CEO and The Cowboy (M/M Romance Novella)

and 
For Ruby's Love (M/M/F Romance Novella)



BLURB - The CEO and The Cowboy
The whole thing about relationships and feelings confuses the heck out of Calhoun. He’s a simple cowboy and he’d been planning to marry a long-time friend for a while. When he finally realizes it doesn’t feel right, he lets her go. He probably shouldn’t have gone to her wedding to another man, but she wanted him there. But that’s when he really gets confused. His eye is drawn to a seriously hot businessman…and that sure does unnerve him…and yet….
Emotionally burned by the last man he thought he’d loved, Daniel isn’t anxious to replace him. But there is something about the proud, bedroom-eyed cowboy who shows up at his friend’s wedding. The CEO isn’t even sure if the cowboy’s gay, although the heat firing between them makes him wonder….
What he does know is that he plans to find out.

Book Title: The CEO and The Cowboy
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date Published: July 7, 2012
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance
Heat Rating: 4
Page Count: 40
Narrated by: Chase Johnson
Length: 1 hr and 25 mins        

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BLURB – For Ruby's Love
Calhoun’s a simple cowboy with more problems in his life than he can handle at the moment. After nearly two years, he struggles to hang onto a relationship with Daniel, his first male lover. Daniel is worried about him because of the fire, his concern for his prized breeding mare, and because he is determined to buy the neighboring ranch to expand. But Daniel isn’t a businessman without goals of his own for expansion, a fact that frustrates Calhoun as well. He doesn’t want to lose Daniel, but will their differences finally be too much?

Daniel considers himself a lucky man to have met the rancher, someone almost his opposite and someone who he doesn’t want to live without. Standing beside the moody Calhoun has been difficult since the fire that burned down a horse barn, took the lives of two valuable horses, and traumatized a favored mare. Along with all of that, his harried friend is determined to expand his ranch holdings. Daniel is against the purchase and would prefer to find a way to slow the man down. Lately, he’s also begun worrying if maybe he isn’t enough to satisfy his lover’s needs.

Complicating everything even more, Ruby shows up later than expected at Calhoun’s ranch to honor a job as a horse therapist that her father had agreed to before his sudden death. She knows what happened to the mare and is certain she can help her, if given the chance. But the stubborn rancher can’t get past the idea of her being a woman, someone not strong enough to work with such a damaged horse. They butt heads over the matter until she finds an ally in Daniel. He is concerned and yet believes in her abilities. Another problem arises, though. She and Calhoun have been skirting around an unwanted attraction, and then she discovers another surprising interest between her and Daniel.

Book Title: For Ruby’s Love
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date Published: January 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance, western, ménage
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 135 pages


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Excerpt from The CEO and The Cowboy (PG13 Rating)

“Want a tour?” He desperately wanted to get him up to his bedroom. He wanted to strip
him out of that Western-cut suit, find out if he was a boxers or briefs man. He was curious if
those pecs were as muscled as he suspected, if the abs were six-packed. He longed to….

“Why did you really bring me here?”

Surprised, he stood quietly for several long seconds, debating how to answer. Then he
decided actions might just be better than words at the moment. If he had the nerve. Yes!
Yes, you do.

He moved directly in front of him, watched the man’s nostrils flare, and his eyes widen.
But the cowboy didn’t step back, and he didn’t look ready to send a fist into his face. Nerves
tangling in his stomach, he put his hands around Cordell’s neck and leaned closer.

The big man tensed, but still didn’t tell him to back off. He didn’t say a word, just stood
there looking wary, but determined. Clearly curious. Cautious, too.

Unable to resist any longer, he slanted his mouth over the tempting lips. Fire seared him.
Need. Desperation.

Cordell stiffened even more, and he was pretty sure his cowboy had never done this
before. He appeared uncomfortable, and his heart pounded so hard he could feel it. Yet he
didn’t pull away.

Not wanting to frighten the man off, he gently slid his tongue along the crease of those
lips until, finally, they opened. He had to have more, but he had to go slowly.

Surprising him again, he felt Cordell put his arms around his waist, pushing under his
suit coat, pulling him closer. God, yes!

Heat raged through him, and he felt the warmth of the body pressed against his. Their

hearts thudded, chest against chest. Then the man shuddered even as they tangled tongues.


Excerpt from For Ruby's Love (R Rating)

Calhoun couldn’t have been more shocked to open the door and find Ruby masturbating.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined such a thing happening in here. But, damn, he would be dreaming about this for months, maybe longer.

He knew this was a very private moment. He should stop staring at her, back away, and pull the door closed. They need not ever mention what he’d discovered. Yet, instead of being the gentleman and leaving, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“That’s such an incredible turn on.” He felt like an idiot the instant the words left his mouth. He hadn’t lied, though. His body pulsed with desperation. One hint of encouragement and he would be on the bed, licking off those sweet cream-coated fingers, and driving into her himself.

“Ummm,” she struggled to speak, no doubt embarrassed. Her face flamed as she held still, looking uncertain about pulling her fingers free. “Well, this is awkward.”

He shrugged and took a hesitant step closer. “I suppose for you it is.” He inched nearer, his heart pounding. “I’m pretty much enjoying the view.”

“Really?” She worried her lower lip and dropped her hips to the mattress, slipping her fingers from her body.

“Hell yes!” He concentrated on not running to the bed, pleased she hadn’t demanded he leave. “I’ve never had the pleasure of watching a woman do that.”

She gave him a shy smile. “I don’t do this very often. I just…. I just got so frustrated. I couldn’t sleep. I….”


He sucked in a breath and hazarded walking another few feet in her direction. “Are you still feeling…frustrated?” God, he hoped so. He could take care of her problem, and his. 





ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Starla has been writing and publishing in different romance sub-genres and lengths for twenty years. Her first published book, Tug of Love, was a “sweet” romance published with iUniverse. Currently she mainly writes edgier romances with an erotic or slightly naughty focus.

She enjoys writing about strong-willed, independent women who butt heads with equally determined, self-confident, and slightly domineering men. Her belief in relation to her heroes is to find them their perfect match, but make him really work for the happily-for-now or happily-ever-after with the woman who wins his heart. Of course, she likes her heroines to be challenged as well. Love isn't easy.

To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories. Starla writes for Decadent Publishing, Black Velvet Seductions, and Blushing Books.

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