During the day, she’s in charge—at night, he’ll take command of her body, their desires…
Dominance and discipline. Alexandra hungers for both from Daniel, the lead engineer on her Alaskan energy project. She imagines him punishing then mounting her while his team watches. Full-figured, Alexandra hasn’t had much luck with guys, especially ones so potently male. To change that, she invites Daniel to teach her submission to his most carnal needs. She also invites his men.
For too long, Daniel’s craved Alexandra’s lush figure and smarts. However, she’s his boss, it’s not wise to mix business with pleasure, and no damn way does he intend to share her. After one lusty night of her submitting to him and his men, Daniel claims Alexandra as his sub. On his terms. No regrets. No strings.
Tell that to their hearts.
Inside Scoop: Alexandra and Daniel set things on fire with a brief ménage. Lucky girl has several men to fulfill her needs!
Suzy’s here today to give us a sneak peek into her newest title Daemons are Forever. Looks great!
Please give Suzy a warm welcome and leave a comment to show your love.
Q: When and how did you start writing?
I had written the opening for a book about 6 years ago then put it aside. Last year I was fiddling on my computer and found it. I expanded it, gave it to a few friends to read and when they told me it was good I submitted to a publisher.
I was over the moon when they accepted it and have not looked back since. I have 3 books out now and 4 more due for release over the next few months.
Q: Why erotic romance?
I discovered when I started writing that my descriptions were very graphic and explicit. In my youth I had dabbled a little in bondage/waxplay/flogging so I seemed to gravitate toward BDSM. I always think that women prefer to read ‘porn’ while men would rather watch it so my books are filled with enough heat to keep my readers in lust!
Q: Do you concentrate on one book at a time?
Sometimes you get stalled and I generally turn to another book when that happens. At the moment I have 5 books demanded I write more on them and lots clamouring for me to start.
Q: What would surprise people to know about you?
I imagine most would be surprised to learn I am an introvert and a recluse. When I do venture out, I think most people are surprised to see a woman my age with tattoos and crazy coloured hair.
Q: Did you always want to be a writer?
No. My first love has always been Art. I have been painting since I was around 8 and since 2000 have done it full-time.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Fantasy Romance, demons, HEA]
“Please send me a sexy hunk, someone really tall and handsome who will love me forever. Let the sparks fly and the attraction go way off the scale and let me fall in love with him.”
Eliza Walters never expected anything to happen when she made her wish. But, when an extremely handsome man follows her home and asks her to let him into her home, she seems powerless to resist.
He tells her he is a Greek Daemon, sent to her by Greek Gods in answer to her wish. Eliza finds it hard to believe him, still, she cannot deny the attraction and sparks that fly between them.
Oh, and then there is the little green demon, Krisk. Throw in a penchant for sorting M&Ms into colours, a few Greek Gods who enjoy hanging out with her, and dozens of cats, and you have the ingredients for a crazy romp.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view
I honestly was at a loss for words. Tonight was so crazy. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was close to eleven, I smothered a yawn.
“Baby, maybe you should go to bed. You are tired and this has been a strange night for you.”
I was tired, there was no doubt of that, but I looked warily at Dorian.
“You just want to get me into bed.”
“Guilty, but you are tired. Anyway, I could help you sleep.”
“Oh? And how do you propose to do that?”
He took a step toward me and leant down to kiss me.
Oh yeah, that would help me sleep…Not! My brain was waving a red flag, but as usual, my body looked the other way and returned the kiss. His tongue was wrestling with mine, his lips pressed tight against my lips. My arousal went from zero to five million in a second.
He broke the kiss, his face inches from mine, his tongue running across my lips. It was so sensual. He sucked on my bottom lip and then ran his tongue along it again. I was going to resist, I swear I was, but instead I put my arms around his neck and pulled his face onto mine, my lips on his.
That kiss was explosive!
I felt him lift me, my arms still around his neck, my lips still locked on his.
He carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom. Somewhere in my brain I was wondering how he knew where my bed was, but I just chalked it up to one more crazy thing.
He put me on the middle of the bed, following my body down, still locked together. Finally, we broke apart. I was panting, my heart was racing, and my pussy was dripping.
He ran a finger across my parted lips.
“Let me make love to you, please.”
Who could resist? I mean, he asked so politely. I grabbed his shirt with my hands and lifted it. I almost orgasmed on the spot. My, my, what a chest!
A six-pack so well defined and so broad, with a sprinkling of masculine hair. I ran my hands across it. Dorian stood and removed his remaining clothes. My tongue was hanging out. He grinned and turned around.
That was one hot rear! My brain waved a white flag, admitted defeat for the night and decided to join my body. I’d worry about everything tomorrow. Maybe this would all turn out to be a dream, so I may as well just enjoy.
“Meet your approval?”
I stuck my tongue back in my mouth and grinned in delight.
He climbed back onto the bed. I couldn’t decide what part of him to touch first. He solved it by stripping me off and kissing both my breasts. My hands could only reach around his back, so that was that.
I lay there, enjoying the sensations. He was doing amazing things with his tongue and teeth that had my nipples peaked so hard. He crawled back up to wrestle with my lips and tongue, and his hands were everywhere. I could feel one playing with a nipple while the other was roaming all over my body. He would brush over my thighs, then across my mound, his hand running across my stomach. I was at the point where I was going to grab it and push it exactly where I wanted it when he rubbed my soaking slit.
“Oh god, Ellie, I have to taste you. Let me please.” He moaned against my mouth.
There was no way I was going to deny his request as he trailed kisses down my body until he reached his objective.
I knew that mouth of his was addictive, but I did not realise just how much until he settled between my legs. The first lap of his tongue sent tingles running back and forth from my pussy to my nipples. The second lap had me panting. Then when he pushed his tongue between my outer lips and sucked, I thought I might just come there and then.
I tried hard to hold my climax off. I wanted to enjoy the things his mouth was doing, but when he pushed a finger in and found my g-spot I screamed and came.
Still he did not stop. His mouth latched onto my clit. I could feel him sucking and nibbling and, all the while, his fingers were circling and thrusting. I was gone
Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.
She believes that being older does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.
When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes.
Oh yes … she also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples and even rainbowed – and for tattoos!
As you all know by now, my novella Make Me Surrender is in the Brought to His Knees boxed set.
Today, one of the other 10 authors, Sabrina York, is here to tell you about her story - Whipped.
Take it away, Sabrina!
Who Doesn’t Want a Man Brought to His Knees by Love? Eleven Scorching Stories for 99¢
I was thrilled when my latest venture, the Hot Alpha SEALs Megaset, hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists and I am very excited about my next release, a collection of steamy stories about men brought to their knees by love. Check out a taste of my story, and read on for more teasers from the collection.
Brought to his Knees Box Set
The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one. This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower. Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…
By Sabrina York
Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion,whipped.
Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s the one woman in the world his man-code deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.
Read an Excerpt (18+ Only, Please—this is steamy stuff)
He was bigger than he’d been in high school. Bigger, taller and just…more. His muscles, lacquered by a tight black tee shirt, bulged. Tattoos danced over his biceps. The planes of his face were angled. High cheekbones, dark brows, long blade of a nose all the same, but sharper. His eyes hadn’t had those shadows back then either, that predatory glint. His hair—his thick mop of curls—was gone, shaved off, revealing the perfect shape of his head. His chin, however, wasn’t shaved. It was covered by a smattering of dark fuzz. A scar on his cheek, rather than detracting from his looks, made him even more fascinating, dangerous.
And he smelled…delicious. As he moved, his cologne, a clean enticing scent, enveloped her in a cloud.
Oh, he was dangerous all right.
She didn’t care.
The slight buzz from the margaritas at the bachelorette party, the sexual sizzle ignited by the strippers who’d burst in on their party wearing camo fatigues with rip-away crotches, all contributed to her bravado.
In real life she would never hook arms with some random guy and sashay by his side to his room. But hell. This was Dane. The man of her fantasies. And, judging from the hunger in his expression as he looked down at her, the heat that passed between them where they touched, he wanted her.
Thank God she wasn’t still the dorky teen with braces she’d been when they’d last met.
She looked amazing tonight. He happened to wander by and notice her. No one else was around. And he wanted her.
It was as though, somehow, magically, all the stars had aligned.
There was no way—no way—she would miss this opportunity.
Excitement danced low in her gut as he swiped his room key and led her into his suite. It was a nice suite—not as sumptuous as Angie’s, but nice all the same—with a small sitting area and an enormous king bed. The windows looked out on the sparkling lights of the City that Never Slept. Or one of them.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, taking off his watch and dropping it on the table by the door. It drew her attention to his forearms, thick and muscled and sprinkled with dark hairs. They were roped with thick veins. She’d always had a thing for bulky forearms. And she’d always had a thing for Dane. The combination was irresistible.
She tipped her head to the side and blew a bubble with her gum. “Margarita?”
He waved at the glossy wood armoire against the wall. “I have a mini bar. It’ll have to be shots. What’s your poison?”
“Tequila then.” Might as well keep a good thing going.
He hunkered down and searched through the fridge, pulling out a tiny bottle of tequila for her and whiskey for him. He cracked them open and dumped them unceremoniously into two glasses and handed her hers. No ice or anything.
Good thing it didn’t matter to her, or she’d be pissed at his cavalier attitude. The drink was lubricant, a time filler. They were dancing around a seduction, and they both knew it.
Apparently seduction was not necessary. Because Dane took a swig of his drink and said, with no preface whatsoever, “So do you have any no-nos?”
She gaped at him. “No-nos?”
“Anything you won’t do? Because I’ll be frank. I like a little kink.”
First of all, the heat scorching her was mind-numbing. Literally. Mind. Numbing. Those brash words from Dane’s gorgeous lips and she nearly lost her balance.
Second of all—he liked kink.
So, in fact, did she. Nothing super dark, but a little slap and tickle for sure.
“Um…” She took a sip of her drink. She shuddered as the harsh bite of liquor burned through her. It clashed with the flavor of her gum. “What kind of kink are we talking about?”
He strode to his suitcase and fished around, pulling out a long leather strap with two loops on the ends. Her eyes fixated on it. She shuddered.
“I want to tie you up,” he said, his voice low, taunting, as though he expected her to squeak like a mouse and scuttle from the room.
“Hmm. I think I can handle that.”
“I’ll probably smack your bottom.”
Also good. She tried not to flinch in anticipation. His hand on her ass? Gawd.
“I won’t hurt you, though. I’m not into that. And of course, I’ll use protection.” He held up a pack of condoms.
Well da-ham. He’d come prepared. A smile curled on her lips.
“Billy said your fee’s been paid.” His brow quirked.
The smile froze on Tina’s face. A combination of horror and rage and something else altogether snarled through her, as she realized how right she’d been. Not only did he not recognize her—after knowing her her entire life, for pity sake—he thought she was a hooker.
Granted, she did kind of look like a hooker, with makeup plastered on as if with a trowel. But still…
She glanced at him from beneath the impossibly long lashes The Master had glued to her lids. Not her style, but she liked the way they looked. The way they made her feel…like someone else. Someone sultry and daring. Someone Dane would want.
To tie up and spank.
Aside from that, the temptation to have him, taste him, fuck him, ran rampant in her. For years she’d fantasized about her older brother’s best friend. All through puberty and long after that. Every man she’d met, dated or been with had been gauged against Dane Coulter. None of them had measured up.
Ah yes, the temptation to have him was overwhelming.
Not to mention how much fun it would be watching him shit a brick tomorrow, when he realized who she really was.
Too delicious to pass up, really. The whole package.
He stood there in the middle of the room, holding the strap in one hand and the condoms in the other, waiting for her reply. Though he was all Dom, she couldn’t help but notice a hint of tension in him, as though he was, on some level, afraid she’d say no and waltz away.
He wanted her. And he wanted her bad. It was the heat in his eyes that gave him away, the way they flicked over her and burned with hunger. Yeah. Irresistible.
Sure. She could be a hooker for the evening.
What people are saying about WHIPPED:
“5 Stars—Whipped by Sabrina York was so good, LOVED all the sexy scenes and then how she mixed in some humor parts. I know she’s super busy but I’m really hoping she makes this one into a series because its that good :)”—Read More Romance
“5 Stars—Oh my goodness! I loved, loved, loved this story! The sex was off-the-charts hot! And I mean HOT! The characters were witty and so entertaining. As always, Ms. York’s humor and witty writing is on full display. I honestly don’t think she could not write a story that doesn’t leave me in awe of her slightly sarcastic, yet always smartly written style. I bow to the master.”— Coffee and Books
“5 Stars—This was a great read that kept me glued to the events. Loved the epilogue!”—Ms Romantic Reads
Dark Wolf Enterprises by A.M. Griffin: Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.
Building Bridges by Amy Ruttan: A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other…
Three Strikes by Anya Richards: Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.
A Cowboy’s Seduction by Cynthia D’Alba: One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?
Born to Sin by Danica Avet: A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.
The Sound of Your Name by Felice Fox: Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.
Beneath the Pages by Jennifer Kacey: One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.
Cruising for Love by Lynne Silver: A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.
Whipped by Sabrina York: A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…
Chief Sin by Sayde Grace: A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.
Make Me Surrender by Tina Donahue: When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.
Logan had gone to the auction to spend some time in the world away from his pain even if it was just for a night. He was not looking for love nor did he ever think he would find it. What he did find was Tessa; one look at her and he longs for so much more. One night will not be enough and before he knows it he has Tessa for seven days. The attraction between them is strong from the very start but is Logan going to regret his impulsiveness or can he let go of his past and grasp his future? Can Tessa love him, flaws and all?
Logan and Tessa’s story pulls on your heartstrings and has you rooting for their love. Tessa is such a sweet woman and truly cares for the men that she sees through the agency. Her time with Logan is no different. Tessa wants him to feel again, to live again. Logan hurts deeply and has built walls around himself but he finds Tessa breaking those walls down without even trying. Her unconditional friendship pulls on something inside him and Logan begins to wish for more than he thinks he can have.
I loved watching the intensity of Logan and Tessa’s emotions throughout their time together. You cannot choose who you fall in love with and the two learn that hard lesson and must make the decision to grab for their happy ever after or continue to live half a life always longing for something. Their story is a wonderful romance that pulls you in right from the start and does not let go until the very last page.
Please welcome author J Hughley. She has a new novel out, Eruption, and she’s celebrating with a contest – serious swag. :)
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show and be sure to leave a comment to show your love.
Eruption: Yellowblown Series Book One
Author: J. Hughey
Today is cover reveal day for J.Hughey’s New Adult romance, Eruption, first in the Yellowblown™ Series that follows a college sophomore from her perfect semester through the life-changing disruptions caused when the Yellowstone volcano erupts.
Contest! All new subscribers to the J. Hughey’s newsletter between August 12 and August 19 will be entered to win some Eruption cover swag. You’ll have your choice of a necklace, bracelet, or bookmark decorated with the Eruption cover and the Yellowblown Series charms. Subscribe here http://www.jillhughey.com/contact. A winner or winners will be chosen using the number generator at random.org, and contacted via the email address given in the subscription.
The perfect semester for Violet Perch starts with an awesome roomie and a freshman crush intent on becoming a sophomore reality. Yay! With everything going right, it only makes sense for the Yellowstone caldera to erupt for the first time in 630,000 years.
Violet struggles to maintain her new perfect normal as devastation in the west combines with the volcano’s ash to muck up the works all over North America. Her deny-deny-deny strategy does the trick…until college closes.
Hitching a ride home to Indiana with her hopeful boyfriend softens the blow of saying good bye to her roomie, Mia, even if it does mean Boone will be exposed to her family in apocalyptic prepper mode. When his parents warn him to stay away from their ash-pelted Nebraska ranch, Violet buys more precious time with the all-American guy she’s admired from afar for a year.
Having Hotness within arm’s reach definitely makes a global disaster more palatable. But a man with Boone’s sense of responsibility won’t stay away from his family for long, which will leave Violet where? Exiled at home with her parents, separated from Boone and Mia, lonely and single forever. Though forever might not be a long time if the eruption continues.
Eruption is book one in a series. While no major characters are left hanging from their fingernails on the last page, there’s definitely more to come.
In a unique bite J.Hughey pulled from the book, just for this blog, here’s Violet having a little panic attack with Mia:
“The whole world might be blowing up and Boone Ramer might be into me, and — gah! — so much uncertainty all at the same time!”
WHO IS J. HUGHEY?
J. Hughey knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe.
Don’t forget to subscribe to the Jill Hughey Romance newsletter at http://www.jillhughey.com/contact for your chance to win some swag! And tell us what you think of the cover in our comments.
“Hot Summer Days & Sizzling Romance Books” Contest!
Contest runs 1 August – midnight ET 23 August at this link: http://www.romancebooks4us.com/ . Two winners will split all prizes. To enter: Find the 20 pages that have the SUN icon like the ones you see above (this page doesn’t count). Make a list of the names of those pages (ex: Marianne Stephens, Desiree Holt, etc.) and send your list to: email@example.com NOTE: Snail mail prizes only shipped to US or Canadian addresses.
1. Two $50 Gift Cards – one each for two winners.
2. $10 Gift Card for Secret Cravings Publishing for SCP.
3. Choice of ebook from backlist books by romance author Tina Donahue.
4. PDF copy of my book Star Wishes by romance authorMissy Martine.
5. E-copy of To Live Again by romance author V.L. Edwards.
6. Ebook copy of Ghost Thunder by romance authorAnna Sugg.
7. Ebook: either kindle upload or PDF from backlist books by romance author Margaret Sutherland.
8. Ebook of winner’s choice from backlist books by romance author Jean Hart Stewart.
9. E-copy of Sculptor’s Desire (releasing August 27) by romance author Kerry Adrienne.
10. Ebook copy of Dreamscape by romance author Rose Anderson.
11. Copy or All Bets Are Off in audio or Ebook format by romance author Sandra K. Marshall.
12. Choice of eBooks–either Taking Chances or The Secret-Keeper’s Choice by romance author Suzette Rose Cauler.
13. Bag of swag (opal earrings, keychain, bookmark, cellphone topper and more) from romance author Mary Reason Theriot.
14. Paperback copy of What Was I Thinking? by romance author Ellen Gragg.
15. A lovely lace collar style necklace/choker (this can be shipped internationally) from romance author Denyse Bridger.
16. Tote of goodies from romance author/model A.B. McKinley.
Best Book Rating – LASR (Long & Short Reviews) – Nominated for Book of the Month; 4.5 Stars Sensual Reads; Recommended by ARe (All Romance ebooks); Library Journal reports, ‘…a tale so steamy, it comes with a warning’
Lucy’s here today to wow you with her most recent title.
Please give her a warm welcome and leave a comment to show your love. :)
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.
Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.
Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.
As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”
Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.
“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.
“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”
“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”
“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”
An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”
The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”
“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”
“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”
Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.
Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”
“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”
Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”
Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”
Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”
“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”
Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”
Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”
Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.
“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”
Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.
Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”
“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
I’m delighted to have Barbara here today. She’s introducing us to Stolen Desire - omg, I have a book by that name! Small world.
Please give Barbara a warm welcome, and be sure to leave a comment to show your love.
Stolen Desire by Barbara Donlon Bradley
Released July, 2014 from Phaze Books
Sci-fi Romance, Paranormal/Shifters
When Heather is confronted with her time traveling self she fears the worse. The woman came to warn them of a terrible accident but something isn’t right. The visitors her future self says are there to help only wants to kidnap her and kill her mate.
Using her mind she tries to protect her friends and family. Yet she wakes up as a prisoner after seeing the ship Storm is in blow up. She is now alone, and trapped.
Somehow she has to figure out a way home and hopefully reverse all the horrible things that have taken her family from her.
Heather sighed as she opened her eyes and stretched. Before she could move she felt a warm hand on her breast.
“I see you’re awake.” Storm’s breath brushed against her cheek.
She looked up at her mate, who had a knowing smile on his face. “And I see you are awake too.” She was referring to the erection pressed against her hip.
“True, but I can’t help it when I have such a wonderful partner lying beside me.” Storm nibbled against her throat. “We still have time before we need to be anywhere.”
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She smiled as he settled himself between her thighs. “You could have had all the time you want if you had.”
“Because the twins aren’t allowing you to get enough sleep yet. I don’t mind watching you sleep when I know you need it. It gives me time to appreciate having you in my life.” He dipped his head to her mark. “And waking you up this way is an anticipation I look forward to. I don’t mind stretching that out a little.”
“Because you know what will happen when I wake.”
“That is the best part.”
She felt him smile against her neck as he pulled the soft tissue of her mark into his mouth before he worked his way down her body.
“You are incorrigible.”
“And that is why I’m your heart.” His tongue lathed her nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth. She arched up against him and he slipped his hands under her.
A growl escaped him when they were interrupted by the computer system. “Heather, you have a communiqué from Admiral Barrister.”
She sighed again. This time in frustration. What did he want now?
“The last time he contacted us you ended up being whipped.” Storm blew against the tip before he climbed back up her body. “I’m inclined to not let you answer him.”
“Storm, I’m still part of Earth’s security.” She looked up at him, his face only inches above hers. “I can’t ignore him.”
“Fine, but you’re not getting out of this bed until I say so.” He rolled off her and helped her sit up and settle herself against him. “Put him on, Cim.”
“Sir.” She adjusted the cover to make sure she didn’t expose herself.
“Commander, sorry if I interrupted something, but we need to talk, in person.”
“Sir?” What was so important that he wanted them to make a trip to Earth. “You know it’s not that easy for me to step away from my duties here.”
“I know, but I have something to show you that you need to see.” Bear pressed a key and changed the image they were looking at. The new picture was a holding cell. Inside was a woman who looked a whole lot like Heather. “Before you ask I ran DNA tests against the data you gave me. She is you.”
“That isn’t possible.” She suddenly felt cold.
“Tell that to her.” Bear switched the image back to him. “Needless to say this was something I didn’t want Earth security to investigate too deeply so I pretended she was you. I’m on my way to Vespia and will need clearance in about fifteen minutes.”
“We’ll meet you at the landing port.” Storm closed the communiqué and was the first one up. “I don’t like this at all.”
About the Author
Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley started innocently enough, like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – who is 87 now – her husband and son.
1. How did you come up with the idea for the Vespian Way series?
The first book came to me in a dream. I dreamed the scene where Heather and Storm first met each other and the rest is history.
2. Stolen Desire is the seventh book. How many more do you anticipate in the series?
I’m not sure – book 8 which I’ve tentatively named Secret Desire is almost done. I’m working on writing the 9th book and book 10 is starting to tap me on the shoulder.
3. Of the series, do you have a favorite book? Which was the most challenging to write?
Oh my gosh, I have three. Dominated by Desire, Animal Desire, and Forgotten Desire. But if I had to pick one I’d say Forgotten Desire is my favorite. The most challenging? I guess Unwanted Desire because I had to keep Heather and Storm from taking over the book.
4. Stolen Desire featured a time travel element. Do you enjoy other time travel novels or TV/movies? Any favorites?
Oh, I love them. TV, movies, books you name it I love it. My very first release, A Portrait in Time, was a time travel. So was Forgotten Desire. I think one time travel that stayed with me was a Star Gate episode when Jack O’Neil and Teal’c kept reliving the same timeline. They learned to juggle, Jack kissed Sam – there were a lot of things going on that were funny.
5. Do the books in your series standalone, or should readers try them in order?
I try to write them so you can read them out of order, but to understand Heather and Storm’s relationship it helps to read them in order.