Wednesday, October 15, 2014

A Sexy, #Paranormal Romp In Hell's Bounty #TWRP #eroticromance

Today I'm featuring fellow TWRP author Kayden Claremont's book blast tour. She's spotlighting her dark paranormal erotic romance, Hell's BountyKayden will be awarding $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during this tour and the Review Only Tour, here.



Blurb for Hell's Bounty
Raven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant sexy man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she's a winner when the hottie wants to get physical.

Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission—to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most.

Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.

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Excerpt from Hell's Bounty

A giant of a man ducked as he entered the bar, paused, took off his sunglasses, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He surveyed the bar, then decided his path. Keeping his head high and his eyes skimming the people, he avoided eye contact with everyone.

She watched him. An undeniable current of electricity pulsed through him. Stopping beside her, he dwarfed her slight stature with colossal height, muscular build that showed through the suit, and an air of confidence that made everyone in the bar notice him. He signaled the bartender for a single-malt whiskey, neat.

Once the drink showed up, he cradled the glass in his immense hands, then nodded at her and took a sip of the golden liquid. Pure ecstasy showed on his face. “You waiting for someone special?”

Raven tried to fight the attraction arcing between them. “Everyone is special”

A smile crept across his generous lips, and humor twinkled in his mocha eyes. “I guess.” He took another sip.

Scanning him from head to toe, she asked, “How tall are you?”

He looked down at her with choirboy eyes and his smile widened. “Seven-five, give or take.”

Running her fingertips around the top of the glass she surveyed him once more. If Raven didn’t know better, she’d think he was an immortal, but she could usually sense them. Each immortal had a unique aura about them, a distinct imprint whether fae or shifter or undead.

Kayden Claremont Bio 

Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love.  Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.
Her paranormal erotic novella, Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto;  Sisters in Crime Toronto Executive;  Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love or spending time with her husband and children.

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Friday, October 3, 2014

Exclusive Excerpt of Morningstar by Robyn Bachar #menage

Today we have an exclusive excerpt on Robyn Bachar's Virtual Tour for Morningstar. This is a sci-fi m/f/f adventure. The cover and excerpt are intriguing! Robyn will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



BLURB for Morningstar:

Desire is an addiction that could destroy them all.

The second son.

Lieutenant Commander Jace Harrow is the second son of House Morningstar—the spare, not the heir. Armored with an arrogant mask, Jace keeps the world at arm’s length to protect those around him from becoming targets for his bloodthirsty brother.

The broken sword.

Lieutenant Bryn Viera was a shadow sword and a decorated officer, dedicated to protecting her people. But for the past five years she has lived as a slave and has the scars to prove it. Bryn vowed to escape or die trying—until she met Sabine.

The slave.

Born into slavery, Sabine never expected to fall in love. Her feelings for Bryn sparked her desire for a new life, but now Sabine is in phase, consumed by the need to mate with a male. Her dream of freedom with Bryn is on the brink of destruction, for to deny the phase means death.

Thrown together by the unforgiving demands of the phase, they must unite to save Cyprena’s people from a deadly new bioweapon—or be destroyed by the scars of their pasts.

Warning: Contains an arrogant officer with a weakness for having his hair pulled, an insatiable empath, and a badass warrior woman who form a male-female-female threesome sizzling enough to melt your shields.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT for Morningstar!

The captain sighed, but before she could reply the doors opened again and a male Cy’ren entered—the male from the station, Harrow. He was still armed and armored, and Bryn automatically began looking for weak spots to exploit as her hands clenched into fists.

“I gave you an order, Lieutenant Commander.”

He paused just inside the door, his hands behind his back. Though he spoke to the captain, he looked past her, his gaze locked on Sabine. “Indeed. I came to inform you that the indexer has information regarding the bioweapon developed on Nepheros. He believes he can find the location of the current research facility if he has stronger network access.”

“And the comm. system is down, so you decided to inform me of this in person?” Captain Hawke replied.

He ignored her, fixated on Sabine. Bryn shrugged off Dr. Morgan’s attentions to her wound and slipped from the bed, putting herself between Sabine and Harrow. “She’s my mate. You can’t have her.”

“A female cannot take another female as a mate,” Harrow said.

Bryn glared at him. “House Wintersend grants shadow swords the rights of a male, therefore I can.”

“House Wintersend is a minor house without a seat on the ruling council. Their laws hardly matter,” he countered.

“You gave us your word that we would all go free. Does House Morningstar’s honor hardly matter?”

Harrow snarled. “How dare you!”

“That’s enough,” the captain barked.

With a warning growl Bryn snatched up her sword. “I will end you if you try to take her from me.”

Harrow’s expression darkened, but before he could attack the sting of a hypo bit Bryn’s neck and the world went black.

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Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships,

vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing. Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs

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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

After The End With Sara York #mm #glbt #dystopian #NewAdult

Today we have author Sara York in the hot seat with an interview and discussing her newest release, an m/m New Adult dystopian, After The End. She's sponsoring a tour-wide prize with some great 2nd and 3rd place prizes, too. Enjoy the interview and a great excerpt!


Quick Round for Sara York...

Coffee, tea or...what’s your vice? COFFEE. It’s important. Really, I need coffee.

Favorite Movie: The Bourne Series, all 4 of them.

Favorite Color: Blue and purple, I can’t have just one.

Favorite book/author: This is a tough one. My favorite book of all time is...I can’t pick. There are too many good ones.

How do you feel about bacon? On the eight day God gave us bacon. He tried to keep it to himself by telling the Israelites they couldn’t eat it. It’s the food of the gods, but somehow humans have it in the grocery stores and at restaurants. Bacon goes with everything.

The Real Questions... 

Tell us a little about yourself. 
I’m fairly boring. Really, I am. I do like to workout. I like to lift weights and sweat, also, I like to watch the Bourne movies.

What’s under your bed?
A set of folding chairs. We moved into a house that is half the size of our old house. The chairs had to go somewhere.

What comes first, plot or characters?
I really don’t know. Sometimes it’s the plot, other times it the characters. For A Southern Thing it was the characters, for After The End, it was the plot.

Pantser, plotter, or hybrid? Tell us about your writing process.
Pantser with a bit of plotting thrown in for fun, but you shouldn’t have too much fun so I keep the plotting to a minimum.

Oddest thing on your desk?
I don’t have a desk.

What’s your most interesting writing quirk?
I really have to be listening to music to write but I can’t be watching TV. I write better with coffee, if someone threw bacon at me while I was writing, I wouldn’t be upset.

What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write in? 
I love how we get to change lives. A few months ago I received a review on the Texas Soul series about how the series changed her views on gays and whether gay men could love each other. Prior to reading my book she didn’t really believe that gay men could have such deep love for each other. That’s some cool stuff, being able to help people see that gay men are really great people and deserve the same rights as the rest of us.

What is the hardest thing about being an author? 
Writing. Some days I can barely get two words strung together.

What’s the easiest thing about being an author? 
The coffee. People think we run on coffee so they give me coffee. It’s a great perk.

Tell us about your latest release! 
After The End is a kick-ass dystopian, new adult, mm, take you to the edge of your seat type of book. Dean is William’s booty call, but William wants more, he just has no idea how to get it. When the world comes to an end, he chases down Dean, dragging him out of the hood. Both of the guys have to come to terms with the world changing around them and their relationship. It’s a rollercoaster of a ride that will leave you with a sense of hope.

After The End Blurb:
With international flights crisscrossing the skies on an hourly basis, are we ever really safe?

When a strain of the Ebola virus mutates; it spreads quickly leaving the medical community shattered. People are dropping in the streets and life, as most know it, comes to an end. Two city dweller survivors, Dean and William, are forced to flee the city and live in the wilderness—where dangers lurk behind every tree and in every valley. Not everyone alive after the end is good, and William and Dean are faced with challenges that would bring many to their knees.

Growing up in the hood of Atlanta, Dean knows how to overcome trials, but he knows nothing of love. Can he sustain a relationship with William, or will his doubts end them before they even have a chance?

From birth William has had a silver spoon in his mouth and two in each hand, but the end brings him face to face with reality where he has to take responsibility for his life. After the end, money has no meaning, and life is lived on the edge.

Join William and Dean after the end and find out how close to the edge they come.

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After The End Excerpt
After he finished, both of them satisfied, William pulled him up and brushed his lips over Dean’s. The kiss was charged with sensuality and caring. At first Dean stilled, wondering what the hell had gotten into William. They’d kissed before, but not like this. Not with William’s hands caressing his neck and face, and certainly not with the passion he felt flowing from the guy. He was a booty call to William, nothing more. The kiss spoke of love and caring, not hooking up and getting off.

Surprised, Dean tried to process the sensations and stop his feelings from running over his good senses. This wasn’t real. They’d changed a little since those first few times, but he wouldn’t acknowledge the difference. Speaking about the changes would mean they’d have to confront the truth, and no matter how many times they got off together, William would never really be his.

“I’ve left you some money under my pillow,” William whispered.

Pain lanced Dean’s heart. No matter how gentle William was with his kisses, he’d never really respect him. Dean shook his head, and tried like hell to hang onto his anger. “I can’t accept your money.”

“Take it. It’s not for sex. Okay, I...hell, I know about your parents and your house. I can’t....”

Heat filled Dean, his whole body burning like never before. “What the hell have you done?”

“Get real, I’m not going to ask you to be my...mistress isn’t the right word, but I want you around, you know, living close to where I do. I can’t offer more than that right now, but dammit, we’re good together.”

Dean stepped away from William and scowled. “I’m not some whore you can buy.”

“I didn’t say that. I know you’re smart. Hell, everyone at Blackwell knows you’re the smartest guy in school. But I want you.”

He shook his head violently, the food sitting in his stomach threatened to come up. “I can’t take your money.”

“Dean, please. I want you to be able to eat this week.”

Anger flashed. “My God, you don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I sure as hell don’t. Just take the fucking money. My parents give me a thousand dollars a week and I don’t have to pay for anything. I have cash and it’s disgusting. I don’t want it all, but I want you in my life.”

Dean started pulling on his pants. As he tugged them over his thighs he realized he’d forgotten his underwear. He almost left them in his haste to get away, but William was right. He was fucking poor. If he left the underwear here, he’d only have three pair that didn’t have holes in them.

William grabbed his shoulders as he stood from retrieving his underwear. He was pressed up against the wall and held there. Dean wouldn’t meet William’s gaze.

“Please, don’t be this way. Don’t end it like this,” William begged.

Dean stilled, his heart thudding. “You know it’s going to end soon.”

“We can work something out,” William pled. His brows bunched together and his eyes were full of desperation. The man looked adorable and heartbreakingly bad for him all at the same time. Dean would lose himself, his self-worth, and his future if he stayed.

Author Bio:
Writing is Sara York's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.
Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.
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2nd Prize: Print copy of After The End

3rd Prize: ebook of a Sara York backlist book.

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Monday, September 29, 2014

Describing Ladyville...Tips for the Discriminating Smut Author #eroticromance #authorhelp

Well, I'm slipping or I've been pretty happy because I had to go way back into July to find something to post. For those new to this form of torture, I take a FB rant and discuss it here on my blog. Today we're talking about some body parts.

The post:

Dear authors,

An aureole is: a circle of light or brightness surrounding something, especially as depicted in art around the head or body of a person represented as holy.

FYI, It's not a sexy body part.

Love, Mia.

My cover model for Just Ask
is not a lady, but he has nice areolas!

The Discussion...

I write erotic romance, which contains several body parts that are often used (hopefully quite vigorously.) I've seen aureole used several times instead of areola. It could be because Word will tag areola as incorrect and doesn't tag aureole as incorrect. So perhaps they think they're doing it all wrong. No one wants wrong boobs, be they man boobs or lady boobs. But aureole is all sorts of wrong, so go to your spell check and add AREOLA right this moment.

Other Parts to Discuss...

While I'm on a rant, let's talk about things I DO NOT WANT TO READ when it comes to getting down with the lady parts.

1) Suckling, suckle, suckled. The definition of this is: To feed (a baby or young animal) from the breast or teat. It's just not erotic despite the hero being 6' 2" of hot hunk doing the suckling. If he's suckling on red aureoles, I'm chucking your book. My children killed my sex life. I don't need to be reminded of that while reading your sexy book. It makes me all sorts of crabby.

2) Womb. I know we just dropped down to the other section of Ladyville, but this begs discussion. In no way, shape, or form does a womb have a place in smut. Because...
  • The womb is the uterus and again, the uterus is for babies. I had babies in my uterus for eighteen months (two pregnancies) and now that I am fixed, my uterus is a source of anger. Do not get me started on how men own the world, ruling the tampon and feminine napkin organization. If a man had to bleed out of his fixed dick every month he'd spend all of his time and energy to make it not happen, and you bet it would be safe and effective. ::grumble:: 
  • There's no way a man is going to be using his massive tool on a uterus unless you read/write those massive dick erotica stories where the cervix opens like a garage door to allow that massive beast of a cock entrance to the forbidden womb. Yes, it's a sub-genre of erotica, and to each his/her own thing. My coochie clenches painfully at the thought. 
  • There could be contact with the cervix but I don't want to think about that, either. Cervix is clinical and the only time I think about my cervix is when Dr. Young is doing a pap smear and scraping cells off of the poor little thing, or during my period when my cervix is cramping to allow for bodily maintenance I don't need.
3) Snatch. The definition is to grab quickly. Ladyville deserves some respect and a leisurely fingering, not a grab and grope. There are enough things to call it without going to porn-land. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Saturday, September 27, 2014

An Angst-filled #MySexySaturday from Alone #eroticromance #MSSAuthor #eroticcravings

The rules for My Sexy Saturday are simple: Post 7 words, 7 lines, or 7 paragraphs of a published work or work in progress that shows something sexy.

This week, I'm spotlighting Alone, soon to be released. There's nothing sexier than a man making a commitment. Below, Marek is making the ultimate risk his life along side of hers to right a wrong.

My Sexy Saturday--seven lines from Alone (Jump book 1)...

“We could die, dissolve into nothing,” Marek warned. “This—right here—could be it for us.”

Skye nodded slowly and cupped his cheek, tracing the line of his firm jaw with her fingertips, committing the warmth of his stubble to her mind forever. “But we’d dissolve together, for a good cause.”

Marek stared into the fire for a long moment, his face conflicted and tortured in the flickering light. He clenched his teeth together on a harsh swallow and finally nodded. “Okay.”

Blurb for Alone (Jump book 1)

What would you give to finally learn the truth?

Skye Bennett senses someone out there knows how she ended up in foster care at age two. Every penny she earns is spent on uncovering her origin, but at twenty-two she still has no answers and is no closer to feeling the connection she craves.

Until one dark night, when a sexy stranger claims he knows the truth about her past and who she is, but he's been waiting for the right time. He has to be wrong, but his words strike a chord deep in her soul, and something slumbering awakens and begs to be heard. The deal he strikes renders Skye breathless. If she spends the weekend with him, he'll reveal the entire truth by six p.m. Sunday night. The only catch—she will be his. Completely.

Marek Young is in grave danger without Skye’s help. Using the truth is a dirty ploy, but he’s afraid of the consequences if he wines her and dines her the old-fashioned way. Once he’s out of danger, he’ll need to convince her to help right a wrong that impacts both their lives.

When six p.m. arrives... Sometimes knowing the truth is more than you bargained for.

To Be Released Winter, 2015


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Thursday, September 25, 2014

A New #Paranormal #Dystopian Takes Wing! Through The Veil with Christi Snow #kindle

Today I'm excited to feature Christi Snow's latest release, a paranormal dystopian novel with a huge helping of romantic suspense. Through the Veil has a fabulous and imaginative premise unlike anything I've ever read. There are so many unique and interesting features in this world Christi has created, and the romance between Lori and Marcus is touching and breathtaking. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did. 




Christi Snow's paranormal dystopian romantic suspense novel. 

This book starts an 8-book series in this all new world made up of two societies...the ES, where government and technology rules; and the WS, where society is based upon a respect for the Earth.

The world has changed in the last 18 years and this first novel delves into the changes to both the land and humanity in what used to be the US, before it was split in half by a mysterious Veil.

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58 years ago a gorge opened up from Mobile, AL to Quebec City, Canada to split the United States into the Western States (WS) and the Eastern States (ES).

40 years later, a fog rolled in on the WS that they called the Veil. Within twelve hours it formed an impenetrable wall between the two sides.

It’s been 18 years since anyone has known what’s happening on the other side of the Veil.

Now, Lori, an Other, in a desperate attempt at escape from the ES’s torture and experimentation, has crossed the Veil and found a world beyond belief.

Marcus is a Warrior, but when Lori collapses at his feet wounded and exhausted, he knows he has to protect her. But seeing that she’s the first person he’s seen in 18 years without wings, he’s worried about what her appearance means for his people and the world they’ve created since the Veil fell.

Two new societies: one built on a respect for the natural order of nature and the world, the other built on mistrust and corruption. Can they learn to co-exist once again?

As an avid reader her entire life, Christi Snow always dreamed of writing books that brought to others the kind of joy she felt when she read. But...she never did anything about it besides jot down a few ideas and sparse scenes.

When she turned 41, she decided it was time to go after her dream and started writing. Within four months, she'd written over 150,000 words and hasn't stopped since.

She's found her calling by writing about sexy, alpha heroes and smart, tough heroines falling in love and finding their passion. An author of nine novels, she's truly living the dream and loving every minute of it. Her days in her West Texas home are spent reading, writing, and taking care of her husband, two kids, and two cats.

Her tagline is... Passion and adventure on the road to Happily Ever After. She's loving this adventure!

My author website:
book review blogSmitten with Reading
My author Facebook page: Christi Snow

An excerpt from Through the Veil...
Author's note: While there are serious undertones to the story and plot line in the book, there are also moments of fun that I like to include in all my books. This scene below is one of my absolute favorites from the story. I hope you enjoy it too.

He hated the way medicine made him feel a disconnect between his head and body, but what Malcolm said made sense so he relented. “Okay, but no one in this room is allowed to hold anything I say against me.”
Brooklyn gave a gleeful look to Lori which sent a chill down his spine before she said, “Ooh, I like the sound of this. This could be fun.”
Try to keep them from taking advantage of me,” he told Malcolm. He’d tried to reinforce the walls again, but it didn’t help.
“Most men would be begging for two women to take advantage of them.”
He just smiled at Lori. He’d never be able to have another secret again. “Sweetheart, if it was just you, I’d be all for it. It’s Brooklyn I don’t trust.”
“I’ll protect you.”
He groaned as he told Malcolm, “Let’s just get this over with.”
Malcolm nodded and injected the medicine into the vein in his arm. An hour later, Marcus didn’t know which way was up. He knew Malcolm said he’d added 127 stitches into his back and Lori held the place as the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
As Malcolm pulled him into a sitting position, he felt the need to wax poetic once again about her eyes. “Man, have you seen her eyes? They’re so fucking beautiful, like the petals of a lilac bush in the spring. And when she uses her power, they flash with brilliant color like bursts of purple grapes.” He brushed across her cheek, not even wondering about the laughter spilling forth out of those same eyes right now.
She turned to the others. “I see why he didn’t want any drugs now.”
Malcolm shook his head. “Yeah, the big guy has no tolerance whatsoever. Hopefully, tomorrow he won’t remember what a schmuck he was today. Poor guy is whipped.”
“I think it’s kind of sweet…you know, in a slightly pathetic kind of way,” Brooklyn said. Marcus watched as Brooklyn defended him and he nodded with what she said while he petted Lori’s soft hair. It truly felt like gossamer wings.
It took him a moment to realize Brooklyn had just called him pathetic. “Hey!”
Lori reached up and kissed his cheek to distract him. “Don’t worry about it. You’re really very sweet in a totally manly kind of way.”
He smiled at her. “And that’s why I like you best.” He started to scowl at the other two laughing at his expense, but he got distracted by the fact that Lori still wore her swimsuit wrap top. He started to reach up to hold her breasts as he said, “Well it’s that and your breasts are the perfect size. Your nipples are the perfect pink…”
She jerked back out of his hold while yelling at him in an outraged voice, “Marcus!”
“What? You liked me touching them just fine at the waterfall.” He looked at her beautiful face and couldn’t figure out why she suddenly looked so flushed and angry.
Brooklyn mumbled to Malcolm, “Damn, I wish I had some way to record this for the other guys to hear.”
Malcolm laughed and Lori looked even more mortified than before.
He didn’t understand what bothered her. “Baby…”
“Don’t you ‘Baby’ me.” She scowled at him again.
She really was beautiful even with that frown on her face. Maybe he needed to cheer her up by finishing what they’d started at the waterfall. But, whoa, wait just a minute. He frowned down at the front of his shorts where there was a definite lack of interest going on. What the hell? He’d been half-hard ever since Lori fell into his arms at the bridge.
His mortified gaze met Malcolm’s.
“What’s wrong?” Malcolm asked.
He waved Malcolm over to him and then turned them away from the girls for a guy pow-wow.  “Mal, I don’t have an erection,” he whispered urgently, but it must not have been quiet enough because he heard Brooklyn snicker.
Malcolm frowned at him confused. “Um, okay? I wouldn’t really expect you to have one right now.”
He didn’t understand. This was serious. “No, I always have one when Lori is around.”
This time Brooklyn didn’t even try to quiet her loud laugh. “It is so unfair that this falls under patient confidentiality.”
He turned to glare at her, but became distracted by Lori’s sweet indulgent smile. She was so beautiful. He looked down. Again…nothing. He turned a desperate look to Malcolm to find him grinning like he found this funny. That shit was not acceptable. “You think this is funny?” he asked incredulously.
“Well, maybe a little, but Marcus, you’re fine. It’s just the medicine. It’s deadened your nerves. All of them. Don’t worry. It will be back.”
He turned back to Lori and gave her thumbs up. “Did you hear that, Baby? I’ll be fine.”
He could see the corners of her mouth quirking up like she fought a smile. “I never had any doubt.”
He turned back to Malcolm and grinned. “I impressed her with my big sword.”
Malcolm groaned and tugged Marcus over to Lori. “Let’s get you home big guy, before this gets any more embarrassing for all of us. The rest of us don’t have the luxury of drugs to wipe our memories of this encounter.”

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Fairytale Meets BDSM in Cinderella & Prince Dom #TWRP #BDSM #eroticromance

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Sydney will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via the rafflecopter at the end of this post. Please click the tour banner to see the complete list of other stops.

Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?

CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Don’t move.” His voice was hard, demanding obedience.

Frowning, Jaimie watched as he put the quilt down and crawled under a couple bushes that formed an arch. He backed out and held out his hand. Jaimie could barely make out his features as he’d turned off his light. Nervous and a bit scared, she took it.

“Crawl forward.”

“There are no bugs or spiders, I hope. Or any creepy-crawlies.” She eyed the dark tunnel as she got onto her hands and knees, holding her skirt so she could crawl forward.

“Maybe a horny animal or two,” he said, following her.

Jaimie snorted but crept forward to the edge of the quilt.

“Far enough,” he said. “Lie flat,” he whispered, his mouth near her ear.

She lowered herself onto her belly. Her prince slid over her, his knees splayed on either side of her hips. He lowered himself. His elbows were next to her arms which were partially beneath her.

“What are we doing?” His scent enveloped her, and his warmth spread out along her body, turning her on even though she was unsure of what was happening.

“Just watch.”

“Watch wha—” The stillness was shattered by yet another scream. Jaimie blinked when soft light suddenly glowed from the trees. The darkness before her was suddenly transformed. Small twinkling lights, thousands of them, winked like stars. From one tree branch, a large, yellowish-white globe blazed, as though the moon had fallen from the sky to highlight a grassy area about the size of a small pool. It was surrounded by thick bushes and trees.

The screams continued, sounding close. Her gaze darted around, searching for the source. Then, to her shock, a woman burst into the clearing.

“Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

Jaimie’s jaw dropped as she stared at her friend . She wore her red cloak, a short red skirt, and a very low cut blouse. “Luc—” His hand over her mouth tightened. “Be quiet. No noise.”

Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular "White" Series. During her career, she has been nominated for the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Western Historical and Reviewer's Choice Best Book Award.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing as she was encouraged to read as a child and preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. When the writing bug bit, she followed the sensible advice to “write what you know” and has been writing and publishing her stories since!

Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life's problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney resides in California. Her office is quite crowded with two small dogs at her feet, another huge girl in her recliner and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising...

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. Knitting and crochet are her current passions. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the 'pretties'. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining...

Camping, fishing, biking and hiking (when not hot) are other outdoor pursuits she and her husband enjoy. She is of course, an avid reader and hates cooking and housework. While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music, including Neil Diamond, Celtic, Native American, New Age, Classical, and mood music (bagpipes and howling wolves drive my family nuts). Her current favorites are Blackmore's Night and David Lanz.









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