A Short Break

Hello lovely blog followers. Today is the last blog from me for a few weeks. I’m having surgery on the 19^th and will be out of commission for a bit. During my absence I’ll have some guest bloggers so please be sure to drop by and show some love.

I’ve been busy getting the house in order. My mom and son are coming to town to help out with the toddler. I won’t be able to lift or drive for at least a week. I’m hoping for some time to write, but with family here…ah, I digress.

Reading will be high on my list. I have a kindle full of books that are begging to be read.

So friends, keep me in your thoughts next Tuesday.

Thanks!

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Welcome Cara Adams

Werewolves, Panthers, Ménages and BDSM all in the one book. Why not?

I’ve always had a taste for erotic romance. Likely I was the only child in middle school who’d read “Forever Amber”, “Sons and Lovers”, and “The Story of O”.

I was the kid who, when we visited with friends, would sit in a corner reading the family’s books, while all the other kids ran around wrecking the house. I read anything: comics, children’s books, and a lot of stuff a kid shouldn’t know about. I just loved to read.

I guess it was inevitable that I’d try to write a book of my own. My first book was about best friends Jennifer and Genevieve, and was written in the back of a school notebook. I can’t remember much about it now, but likely it was just as well it was thrown out with all my other school books at the end of the school year.

More recently I’ve enjoyed reading about shape-shifters, ménages and BDSM. One day someone said to me, “Why don’t you put them all in the one book.” That was an enticing concept. I hadn’t read an erotic romance with all those elements in it. So I did, and the “Unchained Love” series was born.

It started off as a very simple concept. A man, hiding the fact he was a werewolf shape-shifter, in love with a woman and both of them emotionally tied to another man. The werewolf was a Dom. The woman and other man both subs. But where would they live? Where could such a group of people practice their ménage love and taste for BDSM freely? Gradually Carnal Connections, a BDSM community came into being.

The Alpha of a panther pack demanded his woman. She was determined to love both him and a human. The panther refused to share. The story, and the world, kept growing. More werewolves. More panthers. More people from the BDSM community clamored for their story to be told.

“The Dom Unleashes His Wolf” is Tor’s story. When Gaynor Lee and Cameron Wilson discover their Dom is a wolf shape-shifter, their relationship is suddenly turned on its head. Everything has to change. For protection, they consider moving into a BDSM community, Carnal Connections, but then rogue panthers try to steal Gaynor’s friend Ramona. Is nowhere safe to live?

And how will they adjust to life in a BDSM community? They’ve always practiced a moderate form of BDSM, nothing too hard-core. Not to mention that Tor Martin is a wolf and most of the other shape-shifters there are panthers. Can cats and dogs cooperate, especially when some of them are Doms?

Meanwhile, Carnal Connections opens their eyes and minds to all sorts of sexual possibilities. BDSM has always been immensely freeing and fulfilling for all of them, but it gets even better. Until Tor wants Gaynor and Cameron to commit to him.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dom-unleashes-his-wolf

Next comes Ramona’s book.  “The Dom Protects His Puma”.  Omar Brown, a Dom and a panther, knows Ramona Davis, a puma, is his. But she refuses to accept him unless he includes Javier Miller as well. Omar is worried sick about the danger from the rogue panthers, and Javier is only a human, so he finally agrees to them being a ménage, but just for sex.

Against a background of self-defense from the rogue panther attacks, and Omar becoming the pack Alpha because Sam seems unable to focus on anything except protecting his pure-blood panther daughter Leticia, Omar introduces Ramona to BDSM, the lifestyle Javier also follows, and which they all find fulfilling.

Omar wants Ramona as his and his alone, preferably wearing his collar. Javier wants Ramona and is prepared to share her with Omar, as long as he gets her, too. Ramona wants them both, and her job at the movie studio. And the rogue panthers want pure-blood cat shifters—like Ramona, for instance.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dom-protects-his-puma

Book three of the “Unchained Love series is from the BDSM community, Jubilee’s story. “The Dom Collars His Sub”.

Jubilee Thompson loves Carey Williams with every cell of her body. Her only aim in life is to serve him. Her only wish is that he would give her a collar and make her truly his.

Larry Jones, the business manager at Carnal Connections, is a switch, but his day-to-day work requires him always to act the Dom, so he decides to have some playtime as a sub.

Larry joins Carey and Jubilee in the dungeon, purely as a break to worrying about a pack of rogue panthers that want to steal the unmated women shape-shifters, and Leticia’s father, Sam, who seems to have gone crazy with worry that Leticia will be kidnapped.

As they improve the security of the property and meet in the dungeon, they get to know each other better.

Carey says it’s time for Larry to decide what he wants. Is there hope for a genuine relationship between the three of them?

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dom-collars-his-sub

All eight books in the “Unchained Love” series are now available at: http://www.bookstrand.com/cara-adams

I also have a blog: http://caraadamsromance.blogspot.com/

Story excerpt from “The Dom Tests her Serenity”

Serena leaned against the still-shaking door and fought hard not to cry. Within the next five minutes the entire community would know she’d broken up with Josh and Pete. She’d thought she loved them both, had even considered they’d maybe mate one day, and to have Josh so casually say, “But we never wear a condom when we fuck and we’re not going to start wearing one now” had killed all her hopes and expectations stone dead.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew that men their age, late twenties, wouldn’t be virgins. But bloody hell, they’d been dating her for months. Couldn’t they keep their pricks in their pants for a few months? Why did they think they had a left hand, for fuck’s sake?

“Dad would be disappointed in you, Serena.” The voice spoke through the door, the mouth almost exactly at her ear level. Her twin, Verity.

“What?”

“You used bloody six times in the one sentence.”

Serena quickly thought back to what she’d said, What do you bloody mean you never bloody wear a bloody condom? How many bloody women have you bloody slept with already? I thought you bloody cared about me?

 “It was two—no, three—sentences, and at least I didn’t say fuck or shit like anyone else would have.”

“Are you going to open the door and let me in?”

Serena sighed, took a deep breath, stood behind the door where no one could see her wearing only her underwear, and opened it a mere inch. Her sister’s fingers appeared in the gap, pushing the door wider, as Verity slid through the smallest possible space, leaving Serena hidden behind the solid wood.

“There’s a hell of a mess in the hallway,” Verity said conversationally.

“Josh and Pete can clean it up. I’m not.” Serena sagged onto the floor and rested her head on her knees. Instantly Verity was beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder as she had done so often when they were children.

Serena couldn’t stop the tears anymore. “I love them and they’ve been fucking other women, or one other woman, without using protection, all along. They could be about to become fathers, or have caught diseases, or anything. It’s such incredibly selfish and stupid behavior. It disrespects everyone and I never thought they’d be like that. A true Dom always cares properly for his sub. He doesn’t risk her health and happiness by acting in a selfish immature way. ”

Verity held her tighter. “That sucks. But if they’ve been fucking a whole bunch of different women, maybe that’s because it was just sex and they really do love you.”

“I’d like to cut their fucking balls off,” said Serena, looking up at Verity.

“But then you couldn’t fuck them if you ever change your mind. Why not just chain them in one of the dungeons for a week or two?”

“Without food.”

“Yes. Only water. Just enough so they don’t get ill.”

“Oh, I like that plan.”

“See, you’re feeling better already. Now, tell me what happened,” ordered Verity.

“They took me out to dinner, which they’ve done a few times. But tonight they asked to come into my room afterward, and I thought we were finally going to fuck. You know how much I love them, even though I haven’t said anything to anyone else. Or I thought I loved them. Likely it was just my imagination, but I thought we were exclusive, a unit. I thought one day we’d get mated. I thought they cared about me.”

Verity nodded.

“We were kissing and—” Serena blushed. She wasn’t sure how innocent Verity was nowadays, so maybe it would be better not to go into too much detail. She rather thought her twin wasn’t a virgin anymore, but still… “And that’s when Josh said they never wore condoms and weren’t going to start wearing one for me. ”

She turned to Verity and said what had made her almost as mad as the thought of them having another woman in their lives. “I can’t bear the thought they were two-timing me and loving another woman. Making both of us unhappy. But even if they were just sleeping around, being a panther doesn’t stop them getting a human woman pregnant, and there’s still the possibility of them getting some sexually transmitted disease.”

Verity gave Serena another hug then moved slightly forward so they were more face to face. “You feel they betrayed your trust.”

“They did betray my trust. And who knows if their actions will cause all sorts of problems in the future, like Sam’s abandonment of his son David did.”

Serena leaned back against the door. Outside she could hear people moving around and the whirr of a vacuum cleaner in action. Suddenly she giggled. “Do you think they’ll have to pay for the smashed crockery and vase?”

“It would serve them right.” Verity laughed.

Cara Adams.

Welcome Berengaria Brown

Writing Regency romances by Berengaria Brown

I’ve written several Regency romances. I adore Georgette Heyer and love the Regency era so it was natural for me to try writing a few romances set then myself.

But it’s a lot of work, checking all the facts, and making sure characters don’t act like twenty-first century people. Women had basically no rights back then, so life was very different. But none-the-less women managed to make their dreams come true. They just used different methods from how we might do things today.

A well-born woman couldn’t just leave home, get a job in an industry that interested her, rent an apartment, and live alone. None of those steps was possible. She had to be chaperoned 24/7, preferably by an older male family member, although an older married female would do. She couldn’t rent property, or open a bank account, or work in most areas. Governessing or being a companion was about the limit of the options open to her. This means plots need to be built around the conventions of the day.

Every time I finish writing a Regency story I say, “It’s too much work. Never again.” And yet…

All three books in my Regency series about the Arnott family, “Virgins No More” are now available. The series is MF which is unusual for me.

Book 1: “The Vicar’s Virgin” Blurb:

The Reverend Mr. Ridley needs a wife so he focuses his attentions on Georgina Arnott, a sensible, intelligent, yet attractive woman.

On their wedding night he’s relieved to discover she enjoys the pleasures of the bed, and, after a slow start, their evenings are full of passion and joy for both of them.

Unfortunately, when she takes an interest in his parish, it seems to involve filling his house with noisy people tramping muddy boots through the hallways, and filling his kitchen with dirty children.

He loves his wife. But can this marriage work?

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-vicars-virgin-by-berengaria-brown/

Book 2: “Almost a Virgin” Blurb:

Theodora has loved John Smith ever since she was a little girl. But he’s very wealthy and she is only a vicar’s daughter and sister.

John had been waiting for Theodora to grow up. When he kisses Theodora in the garden at the ball, lust roars through him and he takes her there in the garden, fully dressed, only a few yards away from a hundred people. She’s warm and more than willing in his arms, and it’s not until the deed is done that he realizes he’s just dishonored his best friend’s sister.

Theodora doesn’t regret what she’s done. She enjoyed it and wants more of him. Even though he’s only marrying her because he dishonored her, she doesn’t care. She’ll make him so happy in bed and in his home he’ll stay with her even though he may never love her.

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/almost-a-virgin-by-berengaria-brown/

Book 3: “A Promising Virgin” Blurb:

Zethan, Earl of Mitcham, decides that the stunningly beautiful Miss Sapphira Arnott will make him the perfect wife. It’s only when she declines his oh-so-flattering offer, that he realizes how rude and arrogant he’d been, and how much he loves her. The only solution is to woo her properly.

Meanwhile Simeon Arnott is in love with Miss Anne Smith. But she’s incredibly rich and he’s a mere Baronet. Fortunately her brother and she herself accept his proposal and they have an extremely successful wedding night. Their ball, however, was almost less than successful thanks to the “help” of the three youngest Arnotts and their plans to go one better than a recent much-talked-about society event.

Will Sapphira trust Zethan? And what other disasters will the children get involved in?

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-promising-virgin-by-berengaria-brown/

STORY EXCERPT from “A Promising Virgin”.

The earl was standing at the window, his back to her. He was a very good-looking man—tall, with broad shoulders, and muscled arms and legs. She knew he rode well and played all sorts of manly pursuits. And, of course, he was rich and titled. Simeon was right. She wouldn’t get a better offer than this one from him. And she did like him. She enjoyed his company. He was always a considerate dance partner and his conversation was intelligent and witty. Her heart always beat faster when he held her in his arms for a waltz. She’d known herself very jealous of other women if he danced the waltz with them. Did that mean she loved him? She looked at his taut ass in his tight breeches. His body looked mighty fine and being older than her he’d know well how to please a woman. Her belly clenched at the thought of a man’s hands in all her secret places. She rather thought she’d enjoy the marriage bed. Especially with a well-built, good-looking man like Mitcham.

“Have you finished looking at me, Sapphira? Shall we have the wedding one month from today? In the cathedral of course. No other church will be big enough for all the guests I’ll need to invite.”

Sapphira took a step back in surprise. “You haven’t asked me yet.”

Mitcham stared at her then came closer and took her hands in his. “Dear Miss Arnott, please accept my offer to unite my house with yours in holy matrimony.”

“Do you care for me at all?” she asked hesitantly.

“You’re beautiful. Your wealth and lineage are adequate. You suit me well enough. I’ve never proposed to anyone before, if that’s what you mean. Now, I’ll send my man of affairs to the Bank of England to my lockbox to retrieve the diamond and ruby ring. You can go to Rundell and Bridge tomorrow so they can alter it to fit your finger properly. Then—”

She pulled her hands out of his grasp. “But you don’t care for me as a person. I’d always hoped to marry a man who cared for me at least a little.”

“Of course I care for you. I’m about to spend a monkey altering a family heirloom ring to fit your finger.”

“That’s not what I mean. My mama and papa loved and respected each other. They had a happy marriage. Georgina and Barnabas have found happiness together. They too love each other. I want to marry a man I can love and who loves me in return.”

“Love is for peasants, not for people of our class. You can love our son when he’s born. I will provide you with everything you can possibly need.”

“No. No you can’t. Because what I need is to be loved. I’m sorry, my lord, but I cannot accept your very flattering offer.” Sapphira turned and ran out of the room.

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Welcome Alisa Anderson

give & take –an erotic romance novella

book ii – give & receive series

alisa anderson

Tyler Malone: Life as a rock star is anything but boring. Money, power and fame is an addictive drug I crave that gets me off...every time. Millions of adoring fans, willing to do anything just for me to glance their way. What's not to love? All I ever wanted was the one who wouldn't. She's the one person I crave more than the life, more than the money and power. More than anything...

      Danny Blake: Some smart-assed reporter nicknamed me the "The Dark Prince," because I shun the limelight. I prefer being behind the scenes, always have. Fame is now a choke hold around my neck, a dark, lonely road that never seems to end. The one light in my life is her. The person who matters above everything else. At one time I thought we could be happy together, but I lost that chance when I married someone else...

      Lena Roman: Owner of the infamously notorious nightclub Sadist, head of a massive PR empire; nothing "Queen Midas" touches doesn't turn to gold. Fiercely passionate, loyal and headstrong, she is the woman who loves them both, with a fiery heat that's all consuming. Choosing between her best friend and the one she stupidly allowed at one time to claim her heart wasn't going to be easy...but she had to, right? You can't love two people at once...

     Book two of the scorching hot new series, "give & receive."

Chapter I Excerpt:

“So.”

“So...yeah.”

“Here we are.”

“What?”

“I was just saying…here we are. Club’s closed. Everyone’s gone.”

“Oh. Right.”

Silence.

“So.”

“So...yeah.”

“We gonna talk about this?”

“Talk about what?”

“Well…for starters…my dick is about an inch from your pussy.”

“Oh. Um…” Lena trailed off delved back into the quiet thing she was doing, not moving from his lap. Which she currently sat on.

Ty’s laugh was quiet, rueful, as he kissed the back of her arm.

 “You know…you keep talking so much I won’t get a word in edgewise.”

More silence.

“Hey…that was a joke.” He gently nudged her. “Ha ha?”

Lena gave a faint smile in his general direction and lapsed back into silence.

Typical Lena avoidance. He should have known better.

That’s my girl…deny till the end.

“I’m not your girl.”

“Wait…what?”

“You were thinking out loud. Like when the words appear in a cloud above your head. You’re not that hard.”

“Um…really?”

“To read. You’re not that hard…to read. Is what I meant.”

She cleared her throat and tried not to meet his eyes.

“Transparent. You were transparent. I knew what you were thinking. You were all, oh hey, that’s my girl Lena…deny everything. I’m not your girl.” She was staring off into space as she spoke and eventually trailed off into silence again.

He frowned. She needed to not do that reading his mind shit. It was weird.

Ty knew now it wasn’t the right time to discuss anything remotely resembling what just happened between them. Definitely nothing about Danny.

The completely stricken, haunted look on her face when he left. He would never forget it as long as he lived.

She was devastated and he knew he was mostly responsible. He also knew they crossed a line they could never go back from.

Having your penis wedged between your best friend’s thighs after almost, but not quite publicly fucking her, bringing them both to an absolutely stupendous orgasm, all to the display of the man she had loved for years, even if she never did openly acknowledge that little fact yet could do that to a person.

What in fuck was wrong with him, pulling this shit? 

You knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t even try to grow a conscience now.

He gave a slightly less than regretful sigh. It was too late for all that now anyway.

Not that he had many hindsight being 20/20 moments. What’s done was done.

“Lena.”

“What…Ty.”

“Oh, so you remember my name now.” Ty had nerve to be annoyed, he knew.

Like that shit ever stopped his arrogant ass. Nerve was never something he lacked.

“And by the way, it’s an expression. I know you’re not mine. At least, not completely.” He said that part under his breath.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Now Lena was annoyed.

“Which part?”

“What?” She was totally confused now.

“Nevermind.”

“The only part I take objection to. You, somehow being pissed at me, and for what, might I be so bold as to inquire?”

Which annoyed him even further.

“Gee, I don’t know, babe. You just sounded like you didn’t know my name for a minute. I was just making sure.”

“You know what? I so don’t need to hear this right now. Especially not from you.” She stood up to move from him while he remained seated and refused to acknowledge her body’s almost immediate response to his expanding erection. “And I am not yours. I’m not his either. Just so we’re clear.” Before she could leave from between his legs, he grabbed her, turning her around to face him directly.

“No, I think you do need to hear it, especially from me. Because the motherfucker you were thinking about? Danny? He’s gone. Ghost. Like the mist. Like he always does. And I stayed. Like I always do. Picking up the pieces.”

Damn. So much for keeping his big, fat mouth closed.

Lena’s eyes watered for a minute, trying to betray her once again. She was all over the place, and with good reason, but with sheer force of will, she regained control. Second time, baby. Don’t do this. Don’t let him get to you. Not again. Please not again. Neither of these bastards are worth this shit.

Yes they were. They both were more than worth it and she knew it. She just wasn’t ready to deal with this…or them. Not right now.

Another time. Just not tonight. Please God…not tonight.

She didn’t even want to think about Danny

She glared at Ty as she watched him watch her and the myriad of reactions fleet across her face. He was silent as he studied her. Not one word. Just a curious expression as usual she could not decipher. 

 “Like you always do? Excuse me? Is that what it is you do? Because I wasn’t too sure.” Lena raised her brow at him in disbelief. “The way I see it, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. This shit was all your idea anyway, so excuse the fuck out of me that I don’t see things your way.”

Take that, fucker.

Not that any of this…disastrous monstrosity…really happened.

That is, it would have been a disastrous monstrosity. Of epic proportions.

If it happened.

Which it didn’t.

She was still denying this shit for as long as humanly possible.

He was right about that at least. He did know her well.

Almost as well as she knew him. Of that she was smugly certain.

And even though his penis…good lord, his amazing, eighth wonder of the fucking world cock…wedged tight against the outer lips of her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second...wait, where was she?

Oh yeah. 

Even though it felt awesomely, fantastically soft and silky like crushed velvet rubbing up against her, she closed her eyes and willed herself to move.

Even though what never really happened…felt pretty fucking amazing.

Even though right now, his deliciously yummy, thick, fat cock was getting harder, expanding every second…still covered in her juices…still mingled with wetness from him.

Even though he had one of the best feeling dicks this side of the Mason Dixon.

She loved that expression.

For a split second she was obscenely delighted she had an excuse to use it today.

“So we’re back to blaming me for everything, right?”

She blinked at him, slightly startled that he spoke. Ty gave her a knowing grin.

 “What do you mean back? We never left from blaming you. It’s always your fault. Isn’t everything? Unless it’s Reese’s.”

Lena frowned and was suspicious. Ty was so sneaky.

This one right here. She would need to keep an eye on him.

Before you know it, she’d be right back where she started, doing things she-

Ty wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively locking her in, trapping her from moving when she tried.

“Let me go, Ty.”

“No.”

“Ty…I’m serious. Let me go.” She panicked as her body betrayed her, once again responding to Ty’s evil, crafty ways.

Well now. Aren’t we the whorefully dirty little skank with no discipline?

Yeah, well…you know what, bitch? Until that chocolate brownie ice cream doesn’t make my ass look like a two by four…I guess we’re about even. So shut the fuck up.

Why did her conscience always sound British, specifically like Elizabeth Hurley?

Later. One crisis at a time.

She needed to deal with Ty, and his wayward cock, trying to make her pussy his new home.

“You’re not accomplishing anything, Ty. Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, no other reason than because I can?” Ty was smug as he felt her body heat and respond whether she wanted it to or not. Her body was a flame that just needed lit before it turned into a raging inferno. He was the accelerator on the gas.

“It’s my fault, I guess, that your wet, beautifully dripping pussy came hard all over my cock and that I was one thrust away from being thoroughly embedded in your sweet little cunt?” His tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. He used one of his arms to slide his hand up her thigh and under her skirt, and palmed the soft, silky mound of dampened curls between her legs. Lena gasped out loud and moaned.

“Oh my God, Ty…You are so fucking nasty. I can’t even believe you right now.”

“Yeah, I know. Devil incarnate. That’s me.”

“But just so I’m clear. Say cunt one more time. To make sure I heard it right.”

Ty laughed involuntarily, the sound muffled against her thigh.

He gave a resigned shake of his head as he realized she would never stop making him laugh at the most inopportune moments. Never stop completely driving him insane.

He was so head over heels it wasn’t even funny. Ugh.

“Cunt.” He whispered it against her and held her close to his lips, just to breathe her musky sweetness in.

“Fuck that sounds freaking hot. Shit. Wait…No…Ty stop…we need to stop. What are you doing? What are we doing? What am I letting you do?”

“Will you calm the fuck down? I’m doing what you want me to do. What we both want me to do. You know it and so do I. Just let it happen.” He kissed the inside of her bare thigh.

“I’m also setting the record straight. Just so we’re clear.” His tone was slightly mocking as he repeated her words back to her.

“If you want me to stop, really want me to stop, I will. Tell me again. Tell me you don’t want me to touch you and I walk away right now. Say it, Lena. I need you to say it. I won’t be able to let you go if you don’t.” Ty’s voice was a hoarse whisper as his other hand dropped from her waist to the other side of her thighs.

“God help me, I might not be able to let you go even if you do.”

His fingers were anything but soft as they kneaded her naked skin. Firm and agile, they continued to torment her, traveling up her legs and grazing over her pussy, lightly fingering her delicate folds, as she fought against the sensation, writhing against the wet, muscled slickness of his fingers. Without warning he leaned forward and pushed her skirt up higher, exposing the sensitive flesh of her pussy and pressed his soft lips to her mound in the gentlest of kiss.

“You are so wet and ripe right now, baby…just like a peach. I want to savor every. Succulent. Bite. You sure you don’t want me to take care of this for you?” He blew his warm breath against her and tightened his grip on her thighs so she couldn’t move but where he allowed.

“I have wanted to taste you for so fucking long, Lena.” Ty murmured against her skin, his every word causing tortuous, vibrating pleasure, making her hips move involuntarily against his lips in hunger. 

“Please…just let me do this. I promise you that’s all I’ll take. Nothing more.”

Lena laughed, a choked, breathless sound as she tried to gasp for air.

“Liar.”

“Yeah. I know. That shit sounded good though, right?” Ty laughed along with her and looked up at her, meeting her eyes, struck once again at just how beautiful she was, especially when she laughed.

She had the best laugh. Free and infectious, like she didn’t care who heard her.

He wished she did it more. 

He wished he didn’t care so much that she didn’t.

As Lena looked down at him, she saw how ridiculously long his lashes were, framing his impossibly green eyes. Almost like a girl’s. Maybe even longer.

She could never understand that shit. Why did God feel it necessary to give boys longer lashes when chicks were the ones who wanted them?

Further evidence God was a woman. Only a bitchy, catty female wouldn’t share long lashes with other chicks and instead bestow it on a species completely undeserving and devoid of the knowledge of what to do with them. 

Not that there was anything feminine about Tyler Malone. One hundred percent grade a premium male. And not one to frown at. He was gorgeous and he knew it, with a head full of the curliest dark brown hair she had ever seen on a man. Spiraled ringlets if he let them grow long enough. Ty made sure they never did.

Her laughter faded as she realized where they had found themselves.

Again.

She also gradually became aware of him staring at her with that unfathomable expression she could never decipher.

“I should go, Ty…before anything else happens we regret.”

She cleared her throat.

“Not that anything happened before. Because it didn’t. But if it did…which it didn’t…let’s not do something we’ll both regret tomorrow.”

“I understand you feel that way. I can even empathize with your plight. But I suppose that’s the difference between you and me.” His head dropped as he bent forward. “I don’t regret this.”

He glanced up, catching her gaze and holding it as he took her in his mouth delving deep into the folds of her over-sensitized core.

She whimpered and her body took control, shoving herself into his face, using her hands to push him down further, tangling her hands in his hair as she pulled it hard, smothering him as she pressed herself against his mouth, until finally he couldn’t breathe, but fucking her with his mouth anyway. She ground into him with bruising intensity as Ty groaned against her and continued to lick and twirl his tongue around her swollen clit, finally drawing the fleshy lips of her labia into his mouth as well.

He bit down on her flesh as he slid his fingers inside her, sliding two fingers, then three. “Release it, baby. Let me taste that cream. Jesus Fucking Christ…you feel so good in my mouth, Lena…give it all to me.” He sucked her back into his mouth, squeezing her ass, cramming her against his lips, into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she finally cried out, having another forceful orgasm, hitting her fast and sharp.

Ty continued to lap her up, swallowing every last bit of precious nectar. The more he licked, the more she felt herself heat once more and before she even knew what was happening she came again, straight into his waiting open mouth.

“Ok, Enough. Fuck.”

“Enough of what?” Ty delved into her wetness again, placing soft kisses on her mound of curls.

Lena moaned, low and urgent, resisting the urge to move her hips over his to finally ride him hard and deep, like she wanted to do all night long.

“Enough of this. Stop it. I don’t want you to touch me.” Lena’s voice caught and became ragged as she inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Liar.” Ty laughed

She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this to her.

Again.

For the first time, she meant.

It was a mistake. The whole thing. And deep down she knew she was to blame for allowing it to happen. Even worse because she let Ty use her in whatever game he was playing with Danny, partially because part of her wanted to Danny to hurt too. She realized this now, and wished she would have figured this shit out twenty minutes ago.

“So maybe I am a liar. Maybe I am completely in denial and maybe I steal blow pops from the candy store.”

“Really?

“Used to. I used to steal them. Nasty habit, stealing. Took weeks of therapy to get over.”

She turned to leave and at the last minute came back and smoothed back a piece of his hair. He looked up at her as she stared at those impossibly long lashes of his, then bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

“It was falling down on your forehead. I know you hate that.”

He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Shut up Ty.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying…we had a moment. For a second. It was tender, emotional…and all that other shit. But you had to ruin it. Honestly.” She grabbed her bag and stared at him. She actually looked disgusted.

“I gotta go.”

“No, what you need is some professional fucking help.”

“Probably. But I still need to go.” She walked away and turned back one last time.

“What now?”

“None of this happened, Ty.”

“None of what happened, Lena?” Ty sighed and put his head down at the bar.

“Exactly.”

Coming March 2013…In the meantime, read the novella where it all begins!

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Bio:

(transposed to the third person to appear more mature *grins cheerfully*)
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

alisa anderson

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Welcome Tessie Bradford

Today I'm honored to have a good friend and fellow author on my blog. She writes amazing stories of love and sex. :o)

Please welcome Tessie!

Who are your books published with?
Resplendence Publishing www.resplendencepublishing.com

Ellora’s Cave www.ellorascave.com

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?

Not exactly. What I’m very lucky to have are a couple of dear author friends who kindly allow me to bounce ideas off of them and who offer extremely helpful suggestions when I get stuck on something. I’ve never had anyone read an entire book before I sent it into my editor.

Does your significant other read your stuff?

My hubby listens to my books, multiple times, before I submit them. Reading out loud to him is a very important part of both the creation and editing of my stories. Getting a male point of view is extremely helpful when writing erotic romance!

Do you listen to music while writing?
No, I don’t. I find it distracting and knowing me I’d start typing the lyrics thinking they were my original words! Sometimes I listen to music before I write to get in the correct mood for the scene I’m working on.

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I work full time outside of the home, so during the week I write in the evenings. On the weekends, I write whenever I get the opportunity but I prefer writing very early in the morning before everyone else gets up. The length of my writing sessions depends on my level of creativity. If the words aren’t coming, I leave the computer and try again another time.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

The endings!! I always have to re-write them multiple times before they satisfy me. 

Tell us about your current release.
Discovering Alicia released on February 27^th! I had such fun writing Alicia and Brad’s story. They sure know how to have a good time!

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/557-978-1-60735-637-0--discovering-alicia-by-tessie-bradford.html

Thanks so much for having me here today, Amber!

Tessie

www.tessiebradford.com

Blurb:

Four glorious weeks in a cabin nestled deep in the wilds of Northern Michigan is exactly what Alicia needs. Fishing, sleeping and reading are the only things on her agenda until she finds herself on the forest floor with a gorgeous man running his strong hands over her body. When she realizes they know each other she’s surprised, but when he revs her into a sexual frenzy in a hot minute, Alicia is stunned. The last thing she needs to do is to repeat past mistakes.

Brad can’t believe his college crush is literally sprawled at his feet. It’s been ten years, but she still heats his blood to boiling in an instant. She’s in his neck of the woods for an entire month, the perfect amount of time for a steamy, no-strings-attached fling.

Alicia and Brad soon discover they are both looking for far more. 

Excerpt:

 Discovering Alicia

Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2013

He stopped mere inches away and reached out to tuck a piece of her wet hair behind her ear. “I’m a big believer in honesty, Alicia.” He trailed his finger down her cheek. “You’re as pretty as a picture, all flustered and staring at me with those big doe eyes. If you don’t want me to kiss you, now would be the time to speak up.”

She wouldn’t have uttered a word if the hounds of hell were snapping at her butt. Ali was stunned to see his pupils dilate with desire. Brad cupped the back of her head and placed his lips gently on hers. His kiss was tender, coaxing, and magical. She tentatively rested one palm on his side, just above his waistband. His skin was warm and smooth, the muscles underneath taut. He adjusted his stance slightly and wrapped his arm around her, his hand lying scandalously low on her back. Ali sighed and snuggled at bit closer. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest when he responded immediately. He pulled her tightly against his body, delightfully crushing her breasts against his chest. Tastes and nibbles quickly escalated to feverish parrying of tongues. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he massaged her back.

When they were finally forced to break the kiss in order to catch their breath, Alicia dropped her head to his shoulder. Brad cradled both cheeks of her ass and moved her seductively against his massive erection. The reality of what she’d just done, what he obviously and naturally wanted to do next hit her like a ton of bricks. She wiggled out of his embrace, desperately needing space to get herself under control.

What the fuck was she doing? Granted, they weren’t strangers, but spending time in a lab, three days a week, for one semester, almost ten years ago, didn’t warrant this level of friendliness when running into each other in the woods! Hell, she hadn’t even recognized him at first. She closed her eyes and ran shaky fingers through her long, damp hair.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong, Ali?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing, everything’s great. The kiss was great. You’re great.” She attempted a smile. “Wow, it’s really getting dark fast. I should go back.” She fumbled for the flashlight hanging from her belt, and after a few tries, was able to turn it on. She then pulled the soaking, crumpled up map out of her pocket. “It was great to see you again, Brad. Maybe we’ll run into each other again while I’m here.” Ali turned and headed in what she hoped was the right direction, but in less than two steps, a large hand wrapped around her arm.

“Freeze, woman.” She did as he ordered. “I, too, appreciate all of the greatness that’s happened tonight,” Brad whispered against her ear. “Especially when you melted in my arms.” Ali gasped when he pressed firmly against her backside. “Why are you running away, skittish as a scared rabbit? Nothing’s gonna happen that you don’t want, and you want badly.”

Alicia spun around to face him, so embarrassed and horny she couldn’t think straight. In a hot second, Brad Compton, geeky science guy, now ultimate sex-on-a-stick guy had her almost forgetting the lessons she’d learned the hard way. “I’m so, so sorry, Brad; please…” She stared up at him, horrified when a single tear trickled down her cheek.

He brushed it away with a feather-light touch of his thumb. “Come on, Ali; let’s get you home.”