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Cowgirls Up at “Sugarwater Ranch”

As an added bonus today, I have Stephanie Berget here giving us a little insight into one of my most favorite topics of all time…. COWBOYS!  Stephanie has a sweet romance from Evernight Publishing entitled Sugarwater Ranch that deals with cowboys and rodeos.  I’ve read Sugarwater Ranch and thoroughly enjoyed it.  You can find my review of Stephanie’s book on Goodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/615230550 !  Anyhoo… welcome Stephanie…

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Hi, Jessica, I’ve spent the better part of my adult life training barrel horses and competing at rodeos. I’ve also been married to a bronc rider all that time, and let me tell you, cowboys are a different lot. They come in different sizes and personalities, but they all have courage and perseverance in common, along with the desire to win. In Sugarwater Ranch, Sean O’Connell would rather climb on the back of a fire breathing bull than anything else he’s found in life. It’s the same for most real cowboys. Whether it’s riding bulls and bucking horses or roping or dogging steers, each cowboy loves what he’s doing and gives it his all.

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Most sports have rules and referees to control the game. In rodeo, nobody gives the animal a rule book. They are an unknown quantity and may buck differently each time the gate is opened. Cowboys are all that’s good from the old west in a modern setting. Having the courage to crawl on a bull’s back without knowing what he’ll do, makes for a pretty sexy man, don’t you think?  Steph, I agree wholeheartedly!  🙂

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Blurb:

Sean O’Connell’s life is perfect, or it was until his partying lifestyle affected his bull riding. Now he’s ended the season too broke to leave the Northwest for the warm southern rodeos. When a wild night with his buddies gets out of hand, he wakes up naked, staring into the angry eyes of a strange woman. His infallible O’Connell charm gets him nowhere with the dark-haired beauty. It’s obvious she’s not his usual good-time girl, so why can’t he forget her?

Bar-manager Catherine Silvera finds a waterlogged, unconscious cowboy freezing to death in front of the Sugarwater Bar. She saves his life–then runs faster than a jackrabbit with a coyote on its tail.  Any man who makes his living rodeoing is bad news, especially if he thinks partying is part of the competition. He’s everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why can’t she shake her attraction to the rugged cowboy?

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Excerpt:

Catherine changed into her pajamas, her arms and legs so heavy she wasn’t sure she could make it to the bed. Gator was curled into a ball on the bedside rug. She rubbed the dog’s ears then climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. At last, she could sleep.

But as she lay in the dark, her mind wouldn’t quit whirling. Having a stranger in her house unsettled her. Even though she knew his name, she really didn’t know him. She hadn’t seen Sean since she was twelve.

Her feet hit the cold floorboards, and she padded across the room to her antique dresser. Pushing and shoving, again and again, she moved the heavy piece of furniture until it stood guard in front of her bedroom door. It wasn’t as good as a deadbolt lock, but better than nothing. This way he couldn’t sneak up on her while she slept. She doubted he was going to wake in the next twelve hours, but a girl couldn’t be too careful.

She’d lived by herself since she’d returned to Dalhart, so it never occurred to her to get a lock for her bedroom door. Tomorrow she’d call Uncle Ray and have him pick up a deadbolt at the hardware store. She’d be prepared for the next time, if there was a next time.

As the first pink rays of dawn lit the sky, Gator woke her from a deep sleep, whining and pawing at her bedding. On a normal night, he stayed outside and had the run of the yard. He was ready for his normal night.

With Sean in the house, Catherine had kept the dog in her room as added protection, but now he wanted out. She felt her way across the room, flipped the latch then slid the window open. Gator hopped through into the large backyard and began to explore his territory. After closing the window, she dropped back into bed. By the time her eyelids had closed, she was asleep again.

Uncle Ray owned the old farmhouse where she’d lived since she’d come back to Dalhart. It was less than three miles from the bar and one of the perks of the job. Living alone, Catherine was used to her house being silent unless she made noise. She heard someone moving outside her bedroom door, and panic filled her sleep-fogged brain.

Memories of the night before flooded back. The man she’d brought home must be awake. She heard mumbling and a small crash, followed by loud swearing. She pulled the covers up to her chin and debated what to do. Did she want to leave the safety of her room? If she waited long enough, maybe he’d go away. Then she remembered his truck was still at the bar. He wasn’t going anywhere.

She pulled on jeans, running shoes, and a thermal shirt. After pushing the dresser just far enough to slip through, she turned the doorknob slowly so as not to make a sound and inched open the door. The hall was empty, but the sound of water running let her know someone was in the bathroom.

With her back pressed against the wall, she was careful to be quiet as she crept along the hallway. Leaning forward, she stuck her head around the corner of the door.

Quiet be damned. There, in the buff, was one of the nicest butts she’d ever had the privilege of ogling. Not that she’d seen many naked men’s butts, but she was sure this was prime real estate. Holy cow, where was her cell phone when she needed a camera?

The man stood at the sink with his head under the faucet, her quilt pooled at his feet. She should leave, she really should, but her feet were pasted to the floor, her heart beating so hard she was afraid he’d hear. Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch. Without thinking, she put her hand against the door, moving it just enough for the hinge to screech.

He straightened, and looking in the mirror, stared directly into her eyes.

She’d been caught, and she wanted to run, but the sight of his green eyes locked on her kept her motionless.

Without a word, he bent to retrieve the quilt. Wrapping it around his waist, he turned to face her, and her eyes focused on his six-pack abs. The slight movement of his mouth as he smiled drew her attention to his face. The scar running through his left eyebrow kept him from being a pretty boy. He was the whole package, candy to her sweet tooth. Then she remembered how she’d found him last night. Stepping back into the hallway, she put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. No matter how good-looking, he wasn’t the man for her. To Catherine, life was more than partying till she dropped.

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Where to Find Stephanie:

www.stephanieberget.com

@stephanieberget

Love Is Strongest With “Bonded Hearts”

It is with great pleasure that I have Tamsin Baker with us again here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden.  Her second book in the Third Bite Series – Bonded Hearts is out and rocking the charts!  Today she is sharing a spicy excerpt from the book!  I’ve read her first book in the series, Eternal Hearts, and thoroughly enjoyed, so I am definitely looking forward to diving into this one as well!  Enjoy!

 
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Eric and Malcolm are over nine hundred years old. They love one another but if they do not find their third mate soon, they will both go insane and commit suicide.

At a friend’s ball, the two vampires meet Jackson Essex. A gorgeous young Lord who smells like pure heaven to them both. They want him and crave the mating that will bind them forever.

Jackson has always known he had unnatural feelings and cannot believe it when he meets two male vampires that inspire passion in him. The sex is incredible, but Malcolm and Eric want him to stay with them. They want a relationship with him, and Jackson doesn’t want to be a sodomite.

Two vampires on the verge of insanity and their human mate in denial about who he is. Disaster seems to be the only course for the ill-fated trio.

Excerpt:
A month of hot sex and whispered prayers later Malcolm stood in his evening finery, surveying the ballroom beside his mate, his best friend and lover of nine hundred years.

“Do you think it’s actually possible, Eric?” Malcolm asked his mate, trying to disguise the hope in his voice.

Then he turned his back on the ballroom full of the ton’s elite to adjust his breeches. “I hate evening clothes.”

Malcolm had been born in the age when his clothing was little more than furs that had wrap-around cords that tied it all together. Restrictive evening suits did not suit his temperament.

Eric chuckled. “I know you do, my love. And to answer your question, I hope so. Oh, God, I hope so.”

Malcolm frowned at the happy look on his mate’s face.

“But what is the possibility, Eric? I don’t want you disappointed again. We have searched every country for centuries for him, her. Why would they appear tonight?”

Malcolm looked around the room. They were surrounded by beautiful blue-eyed men and women but didn’t feel anything. Could Fate be so cruel as to let them live their whole lives without ever feeling whole?

Eric stepped close to him and whispered into his ear.

“Because, my pessimistic mate, of those twins upstairs. Miracles do indeed happen.”

Malcolm turned and stared into Eric’s blue eyes. He had loved this man with every fibre of his being for over eight centuries. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. If he could find their mate just for Eric, he would.

Another gentleman was announced as he walked in the door. His scent wafted over to them.

Heaven.

Malcolm’s fangs extended, and his cock hardened. They must claim him as soon as possible.

“It’s him.” Malcolm nodded to the handsome gentleman who was walking to the opposite corner of the room.

Malcolm stepped forward, and Michael appeared in front of him. Nathaniel was similarly in front of Eric. Anger pulsed through him at being denied immediate access to their third.

“We must go to him.”

His growl wasn’t intentional, but it rumbled out of him anyway. Eric and he could hurt the other two male vampires. There was no question. Their age alone made them twice as strong.

Malcolm was actually considering moving Michael out of his way when Margaret stepped between her mates. Malcolm and Eric froze. She blocked their view of the man whose scent called to them.

“Both of you. Step back into the alcove. Now.”

Malcolm turned to his mate in shock, and Eric nodded. What else could they do?

They allowed themselves to be pushed back several feet into a small alcove by the two vampires and one small human.

Margaret turned to Nathaniel.

“Find Albert, now.” Nathaniel disappeared, and Malcolm began to pant, his blood-lust incredible. Never had he smelt a human like the man who had walked into the room. When he had met Eric he had already been a vampire. It could only mean one thing.

They had found their third.

Margaret stepped close and examined them both with her eagle gaze. Michael blocked them from prying eyes.

Malcolm understood they were being protected, but he could think of little else than claiming the man across the room.

He growled at the small female in front of him

“What the hell is your problem, Margaret?”

Margaret indicated their fangs, and Eric stepped forward.

“We must have him, Margaret. We will turn him immediately. He won’t know until it is too late, and then we will have forever with him.”

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Bio: Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only found erotic romance about ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she have written and obtained 14 contracts of varying lengths with erotic romance and erotica. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She have two other jobs, kids and a hubby too, but writing is a passion that she has to indulge, for fear of insanity.

M/M is a passion of hers so even in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.

 

Find Out “Her Type Guy”

Today, I have the wonderful Morgan King here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden and she is indulging us with a couple snippets from the new Evernight Publishing anthology, Her Type of Guy, in which she is a contributing author.  I will admit… these UK girls are quite the bunch.  They’re cheeky, funny and know how to put together a spicy story, so I am excited to read this collection and I’m sure you will be too!  Thanks for coming by Morgan!  🙂

Hi Jessica, thanks for inviting me over, I love the butterfly wallpaper it makes me feel a little as if I might be in a sexy boudoir 😉

But then does it matter where you are or is it more about who you’re with? Could someone turn you on enough that it doesn’t matter where you are, it’s all part of the thrill? I’d like to imagine so, and that what I did in my first short story from the Her Type of Guy Anthology. If you’re going to have a first date it ought to be perfect:

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Her Type of Guy (Naughty Short Story Collection)

For every desire, there’s a man to meet it. Someone’s annoyance is another’s kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends—these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?
Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.

The below snippet is from The Tickle Arms:

“Should I stop?” Matt asked, his tone of voice giving away nothing of what he referred to.

Josie liked that he asked, but she also liked the feeling of indulging in something slightly naughty, maybe even risqué. She shook her head. His hand moved, fingers tracing swirling patterns, edging closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. They backtracked to push up the skirt she was wearing;  skin met skin. The weather had been mild, and Josie was glad of the impulse that had made her wear hold ups.  She wished she could take a peek and see the contrast of his dark skin against her paler flesh.

He touched her the entire way through the main course. Teasing her, but never going too far. Far enough to feel her panties were wet through, though.

They bantered between bites of food. Part of Josie wondered where this new daring side of her had come from. “Mine’s delicious, cooked to perfection. There’s nothing quite like that perfect piece of meat to fill you up,” she commented seductively. “How’s yours?”

“Good enough to eat,” Matt replied in a flash.

God, everything about him was sinful. Josie was afraid she might just melt and slide down under the table if she wasn’t careful. After they had both finished eating she got up to excuse herself to the bathroom, in desperate need of a cool splash of water.

Should she give him a signal to follow her? No she didn’t think she could be quite that forward.

During that moment of hesitation he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small black satin pouch and slipped it into her hand.  “Take a look. If you decide to wear it, return the bag to me.”

The Tickle Arms story is followed up with a twist in Delightful Consequences:

Leisurely, with a patience he didn’t feel, Matt eased the top over the gentle swells of Josie’s shoulders. It was loose-fitting except around the bust, and as soon as the tension was released it drifted to the floor. Matt sucked in a breath; her breasts were encased in lace so sheer he could see the detail of her nipples. “Yes, oh yes.” They were tightly furled, ready for his touch. “Do you have matching panties on?” He didn’t wait for her answer; hooking his fingers into the waistband of her skirt he guided it to the floor, and let her rest her hands on his shoulders as she stepped her feet out.

“I forgot, either you didn’t have any on to start with or you took them off for me at the restaurant. No, don’t tell me. I think they got so wet you took them off.” He leaned in to inhale her fragrance, his cheek brushing her curls in an intimate caress.

“Oh shit.” The voice from the doorway made Matt spin round, nearly falling on his arse in his haste. Josie shrieked.

I had such a fab time writing these stories for an anthology, because it was a team project from start to finish. A few of us UK writers for Evernight were chatting online one day when inspiration struck and we all went What If… of course our What Ifs are all very different! I’d love to hear from anyone that reads the collection and spots the linking theme that inspired us.

Where You Can Buy Her Type of Guy:

Evernight

Amazon

Amazon UK

Bookstrand

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Who Is Morgan King:

When reading other Author Bios I often identify with what has been said, so yes it is all true for me too: writing and being published has been a lifelong dream (seriously it has, but I’ve been busy doing lots of other stuff especially reading), I also have a day job (helping to create positive change is really important to me so as well as getting involved in lots of community projects I work in Charity Management), I live somewhere beautiful- the East of England, steeped in inspiring countryside and history, when I’m not at work I’m often being a princess, pirate, monster or whatever takes my five year olds fancy and most importantly I would love to hear from you, especially if you’ve read something I’ve written!!!!

Track Morgan down here:

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http://www.authormorganking.wordpress.com

Twitter:  Morgan King @EroticWritings

It’s All About Sunset Temptations by C.R. Moss

Today, I’d like to welcome C.R. Moss to the Spicy Butterfly Garden.  She’s giving us the inside scoop on Sunset Temptations, her third book in Decadent Publishing’s 1NightStand line.  The blurb and excerpt below have me more than intrigued.   All I can say is that I can’t wait to read this one!  🙂  And look at that cover!

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Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

‘Sunset Temptations’ – Contemporary, Erotic, Chick Lit, Romance, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Menage, Alternative with MM, MFM, MMF

Can wishes come true in one night?

For roommates, Ivy and Kiran, everything is going great on their 1NS dates until a mistake one of them made comes back to haunt them. Will they make it through the dilemma or will they miss out on having their true desires granted?

Did you have any inspiration for this story or its characters?

A couple of years ago I went to a convention and met the lovely ladies of Decadent Publishing. While a group of us were sitting around and talking, information about Decadent’s 1NightStand line of books came up. The concept sounded interesting, and I told them I’d send in a story. I had already started on a book that I thought I’d target to a different publisher and their line, but I re-purposed it for the 1NS series. Thankfully, the first story, ‘Sunset Desires’ was accepted and from there followed ‘Sunset Seduction,’ the release I’m touting today: ‘Sunset Temptations’ and the fourth book ‘Sunset Heat’ is in the editing queue. The ‘Sunset’ series follows four female relatives on their dating adventures. I like sunsets. I live in the area my stories are set in. And after a trip up on the mountain, the storyline came to me.

I’ve actually heard quite a bit about this line at Decadent.  I’m intrigued. 

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

Toward the end, when the sh!t hits the fan. Cause the suspense and ‘dark’ aspect of the story was something that resonated with me. I can’t say much more or else it’d spoil things. 😉

Are there any aspects of yourself in any of the characters in your book?

In this book, no. But in other books, yes, I’ve used aspects of myself. Though, in this book, it is set in the area I live in.

Give us an interesting and fun fact about your book and/or its characters.

Like I just mentioned, it’s set in the area I live in. It’s up at a resort on Mt. Charleston. The fun fact: Las Vegas has a ski resort. Yep, it sure does. The Las Vegas Ski & Snowboard Resort is up on Mt. Charleston.

I love Vegas and the surrounding area.  It is so beautiful and different than the east coast.  And thanks for the fun fact!  I never knew that!  Maybe now I can convince my husband to head back out there.  He’s not a gambler, but he is a snowboarder, so that information might work!

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

I normally have a title when I start working on the story and it’s usually based off my idea or the theme of the story. If I don’t have a title, then I pull it out from a phrase in the story or something a character has said.

Three words that would best describe you.

Funny; loyal; honest (though some would say ‘blunt’)

It’s not always easy to sugar-coat the truth!  Blunt can be a good thing sometimes.

What was your most rewarding experience since becoming a published author?

Helping a couple of my close friends realize their dreams of becoming published as well.

What book (or books) are you reading now?

I’m currently reading The Thorn Birds. Not sure what I’ll open next… I’ve been considering re-reading some VC Andrews stories…

I read The Thorn Birds a long time.  I stole it off my mother’s shelf when I was like fifteen or something.  It was racy and scandalous for my age, but then again, no one knew I was reading it at the time!  Oh how I love VC Andrews’ books!  I may have to re-read one now that you mention it!

What is your writing process from beginning to end?

First thing I normally do is check email, then I’ll check Facebook. Next I’ll get to my writing projects. When I’m working on a story, I’ll reread and do editing on the parts I haven’t edited yet to catch myself up. I’ll make the font a color other than black to keep track of what I’ve already gone through. Then I’ll write the new material. If I’m starting a new project, I do an information dump and outline as much of the story that’s in my head first thing. Then I work off the outline, fleshing out all the ideas and stuff as per above.  But then, when I’m really focused on a project, I tend to just plough through it and focus only on getting it done…staying up late writing, getting up early and getting back to the story, eating when I think I can get away from my ‘desk’ without ruining the flow… I say ‘desk’ because sometimes if it’s nice outside, I’ll grab my notebook and pen and either sit on my patio, or go to the pool, and write. The house and social life suffers, but I’m a slave to my art. 🙂

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

I crochet. I can shoot. I’ve also been developing my ability to read tarot and communicate with spirit.

How is the tarot card reading coming along?  I’m always a little gun-shy about that sort of stuff!  🙂

Do you have any tips or advice for authors trying to get published?

Learn the craft, from grammar to story building and everything in between. Adhere to the rules for a while. Once you do that, then you’ll understand how and when to break the rules and really let your creativity thrive.  After learning the craft, start promoting yourself before the first story is picked up/published. And if you’re going the e-book route through e-book publishers, get two or three places under your belt right away. If you’re doing the independent route (or e-publisher even), perhaps finishing two or three books first before you send book one out to the world would be a good idea. This way you don’t have to rush in starting to build a back list and can space out the publications of the ones you already have done while you work on more. But on top of knowing about writing mechanics, learning about marketing and promotion and getting that going is just as important.

Great advice!  The marketing and promoting can sometimes be the tougher end of the whole process. 

Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book?   Squeee!!

* “You know you can always tap me.”
* “True. But don’t you want to change things up? Experience something, someone different for once?”
* “Yeah, that’s why I suggested finding a third for our arrangement. Spice up our routine.”
* “I’d be all for it, but considering neither of us has found said person yet, I’m going to take what I can get through this date my cousin set up for me.”
* “So am I.” He smiled, his straight, white teeth gleaming and his olive-toned skin shining in the golden glow of the afternoon sun. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna cramp your style. I have my own person to meet up at the lodge.”
* She loved her handsome, bisexual friend, and as long as he was on his own date, that meant he wouldn’t attempt to put the moves on hers. “Well, I guess it’s okay then. Get in the car. You can tell me all about whoever has invited you to the event on the way to pick up Seana.”
* “Technically I haven’t met him yet.”
* Processing his statement, she climbed into the driver’s seat. “What do you mean you haven’t met him yet?” She pulled out of their apartment complex and headed in the direction of her cousin’s place.
* Kiran’s gaze darted everywhere, never landing on her. “Um…. I signed up with 1Night Stand, and tonight’s my date, too.”
* Ivy stopped herself from slamming on the brakes. “Where did you get the money to pay for the service? Huh? I know you’re as broke as I am. We’ve lost our jobs. We’re losing our rental. If you had cash stashed somewhere, we could have used it for a new apartment lease. I know you want—”
* “You’re rambling.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “I want a partner. You’ve always understood that.” Her roommate released her, shifted in his seat, then played with a frayed string on his jeans. “Most of the guys I’ve met are self-centered assholes who don’t have sense enough to treat their significant other right. I’d like to meet a nice man, for once. When I emailed Madame Evangeline at 1Night Stand and told her I was a friend of yours and Heather’s, she was happy to accommodate me. That’s why she arranged for my night to be the same one as yours and Seana’s.”
* “And the money?”
* Silence rolled thick from the other seat. Her instincts screamed trouble.
* “Kiran?”
* He cleared his throat. “Well….”
* She’d seen and heard this nervousness from him before. That time he’d gotten into a little trouble with some bad dudes. Could he have done so again? She shot a quick glance at him. His skin seemed on the pale side. Her sixth sense dinged. “Oh no. You didn’t.”

 About C.R. Moss:

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. Readers can find C.R. on her website, & if they click on LINKS, they’ll find links to her social media sites. http://crmoss.com/

Links to buy the book can be found at: http://crmoss.com/books/sunset-series/sunset-temptations/

C.R., thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your new release with us!  It’s been a pleasure!

Tyler Robbins Tells Us “A Beautiful Lie”

I’m honored to have Tyler Robbins here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden today.  It’s her first visit with us and we are thrilled to have her.  Tyler is giving us a glimpse inside her latest book, A Beautiful Lie.  It’s been a top seller on Amazon and based on the excerpt below, it is HOT, HOT, HOT!

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Blurb:

Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.

Very Adult Excerpt – You must be 18 or older to keep reading

Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.

“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”

Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”

Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”

Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”

“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.

Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.

Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.

Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”

Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.

“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.

Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.

As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.

Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.

Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.

Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.

Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.

 

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AUHTOR BIO: TYLER ROBBINS

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!

 

 

 

Tyler’s Links:

 

Blog: http://www.tylerrobbins.org

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo

FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

 

Love Is Forever When “Eternal Hearts” Are Involved!

Today, I’d like to welcome one of my favorite chicas, Tamsin Baker, back to the Spicy Butterfly Garden.  Tamsin allowed me to ask her some questions in order for all of us to get to know her and her latest Evernight Publishing  release, Eternal Hearts.  Eternal Hearts is apart of a series entitled Third Bite written by Tamsin Baker.  I, myself, have read Eternal Hearts and enjoyed it immensely.  If you like vampires and ménage relationships, Eternal Hearts is the book for you.  It’s fun.  It’s sexy.  And there’s romance!  I look forward to reading the rest of this series!  🙂  Check out Tamsin’s interview below, as well as, a sexy excerpt of Eternal Hearts.

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Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

Eternal Hearts

Historical, Menage MMF, Vampire

Michael and Nathaniel have been lovers for 500 years but they feel incomplete without their third and final mate. They find who they need in the feisty and beautiful Lady Margaret. Let the fireworks begin!

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

I have to say the opening one. 200 words into the manuscript, my two men are up against a wall. I had to stop and email some author friends to make sure it was okay to continue!

Loved it!

I will tell you, Tamsin, I enjoyed that first scene too!  That’s the way to start an erotic romance novel!  🙂

Are there any aspects of yourself in any of the characters in your book?

Hmm, I’m pretty independent and feisty and so is Margaret. But that’s about it.

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

This one literally popped into my head about half way through. I tend to just wait for it to come to me.

I love it when the title makes itself known!

Three words that would best describe you.

Blunt, Nice, Loving.

 Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

Well, I do multi task quite well. But I’m a Gemini.

Multi-tasking is definitely a talent for most women.  We don’t really have a choice!  😉

Do you have any tips or advice for authors trying to get published?

Yes- never stop writing and talk to/email/facebook as many other authors as you can.

I agree wholeheartedly.  

Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book?

“You fucking bastard!” Michael spat at Nathaniel, his thirst so high his fangs were extended and wouldn’t retract.

Nathaniel ignored him as they walked through the streets searching for someone to feed on. Michael knew that he needed blood, now. Anyone would do.

His skin was clammy, and his thirst burnt his throat. It felt like someone had set his oesophagus alight.

He and Nathaniel had been searching for a sweet smelling female for him to feed on when he had smelled Margaret. He had moved before he had decided he needed to follow her. Never had he smelled anyone like her, the magnetic pull, irresistible. Even with Nathaniel in the beginning, he had never felt anything like it.

Michael groaned and dug his fingernails into his hands. He couldn’t decide which emotion was stronger. To feed or fuck? Thanks to deprivation and the arrival of their mate, he needed both so badly.

They heard a woman scream and took off at a run. They found a dirty smelling gentleman forcing himself on a woman who looked like a whore in an alley. It was easy to see that she was not complying.

Nathaniel reached the woman at the same time as Michael grabbed the disgusting man.

Michael sank his fangs into the man’s throbbing artery, and sweet, lovely blood flowed into his starved body. He groaned and pulled the man closer, his cock hardening.

He drank and drank, his thirst unquenchable, and for once, Michael didn’t care. This man did not deserve to live.

Nathaniel stepped up behind him and gently but persistently pulled his head back.

Michael found a shred of humanity still left in his soul. So he disengaged, and the unconscious, but still alive, man slid to the ground. He looked around. The whore was gone. Nathaniel must have taken her back to the house she came from.

His thirst now quenched, his rock-hard cock now had priority. He looked at his mate. His beautiful, generous, far too controlled mate.

“I need you.”

Nathaniel laughed and stepped closer. He dropped his hand down to Michael’s cock and rubbed it hard.

Michael’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his eyes slid closed. If his mate would just continue doing that, he would come in no time. But no, his mate had other ideas.

Nathaniel whispered into his ear. “I don’t want another alley-way fuck, my love. We have found our third. Let us go home and celebrate.”

Michael shook with his desire but forced it down. His lover was right, and they both deserved more than what his body had in mind.

He turned in Nathaniel’s arms and kissed him. He slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s and rubbed his body against Nathaniel’s hardening one.

“You are right. We are soon to be complete. Let’s go.”

Michael grabbed Nathaniel’s hand, and they ran home. Once there, they kissed and licked every inch of each other’s skin and took turns fucking each other.

They were insatiable, the nervous energy working through their systems in different ways. Michael wanted to go back to Margaret and claim her, turn her so that they could be together forever. But he also knew why Nathaniel wanted to wait, and a small part of him silently thanked his mate for being the reasonable one.

The both came several times before sunrise, finally collapsing due to sheer exhaustion and the bliss of knowing they had found their third.

Before Michael passed out that night he realised Nathaniel was right. Margaret needed to join them willingly. Fall in love with them. And that would mean they would have to woo her, God help us.

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Bio: Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only found erotic romance about ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she have written and obtained 14 contracts of varying lengths with erotic romance and erotica. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She have two other jobs, kids and a hubby too, but writing is a passion that she has to indulge, for fear of insanity.

M/M is a passion of hers so even in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.

What’s All The Fervor About? Check out The Alpha’s Ardor and Find Out!

It is my great honor to welcome Rebecca Brochu and her latest Evernight Publishing release, The Alpha’s Ardor to the Spicy Butterfly Garden.  This book has been tearing up some of the best seller’s lists!  As of today, it is #34 on All Romance’s Bestselling list – #23 on Bookstrand’s Bestselling List – In the top 40 on Amazon for Gay fiction and #4 on Evernight’s Bestsellers list, as well as, an Editor’s Pick!  Now, I’d say that’s something worth checking out!  Thanks for coming by, Rebecca!  🙂

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Wolves of Flathead, 1 

Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.

Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.

Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Be Warned: m/m sex, knotting

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Excerpt:

Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.

Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.

Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.

Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.

“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.

“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.

“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.

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Author Bio:

I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.

As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd’s, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world.

I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.

I first stepped into writing through the dangerous world of fanfiction. If not for the wonderful people that I met there I would have never had the courage to submit my first novella.

I truly do owe it all to the readers.

Thank you so very much.

Evernight Publisher:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/

Blog:  http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AuthorRBrochu

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu

Who’s Your “Master”?! Raven McAllan Is!

I’d like to give a great big welcome to Raven McAllan!  She has swung by the Spicy Butterfly Garden and allowed me to ask her some questions about being an author and her latest Evernight Publishing release, Master.   Welcome Raven!

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Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

Master…

Cade and Anna are caught in the same nightmare and Anna’s only way to cope is to reject him and her need to submit.

When she is forced to confront her fears, can Cade and Anna find common ground, or is the nightmare simply going to continue?

Did you have any inspiration for this story or its characters?

I really have no idea. In fact as I’m a total pantster, I didn’t know where it was going until the words were on the paper so to speak. At times I wondered if we’d ever get a good ending in any way at all.

The idea of someone who knows what they want, or thinks they do, but doesn’t know how to achieve it, always intrigued me, and both Anna and Caden have that problem. It was hard at times, and I cried with them, as I tried to unravel their past and their present. Does that sound silly? The only way I can write is to listen to my characters and do as they say. I can’t have a plot, because it never works out. I know where I hope it will go, but how I’m going to get there? No idea. Which doesn’t actually answer your question which I guess is no… grin

Doesn’t sound silly at all.  It is hard to understand unless you are a writer what it’s like to have characters living in your head.  We think we direct the story, but often times the characters do tell us what they want!  🙂

 

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

It’s only a tiny part of the story, but it’s where Anna storms out after giving her boss her ex and her mates a piece of her mind. I could so see her, and feel her indignation, anger and sadness over what had happened. No I’m not telling you what, because it’s a spoiler. Let’s just say, once she calms down, she dishes out retribution… I like a feisty heroine.

 Give us an interesting and fun fact about your book and/or its characters.

The house Anna goes to, is based on a house we holiday in. The owners were ‘tickled pink’ I used it. I’m not sure if they know I changed one of the bedrooms into a dungeon though!

That’s awesome! 

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

Usually the story suggests the title, and most times I have a title before I write. Master actually went through three title changes, and it was Evernight Publishing who came up with this, which sums the story up perfectly. I love it.

What was your most rewarding experience since becoming a published author?

Having someone ask me if I was that woman who wrote hot books 😉

To be less flippant, it’s the lovely deep down satisfaction that I’ve written something that other people want to read. I can’t please everyone, and I know that, but if one person says, “Oh I enjoyed that.” Well it’s great. I couldn’t not write, so being able to do so and get published is a dream come true.

I agree wholeheartedly.  It is quite amazing when someone tells you they loved your book!

What book (or books) are you reading now?

A crime novel Eye for an Eye by Frank Muir. Actually I’m rereading it. It’s set in St Andrews where my daughter went to uni. When I bought it the guy in the bookshop told me I’d want her home immediately. I must admit, I’d say, do you know so and so and she’d reply, “Oh yeah that’s the short cut I use. The one we call raper’s alley.” Yeah Hmm… Anyway haven’t read it for seven or eight years, so re reading it now. It’s a stomach clencher I tell ya.

I’ve also got Wolf on The Hill By Jorja Lovett all lined up as soon as I’ve written the blog 🙂

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

I used to be able to touch my nose with my tongue? snigger Sadly old age has taken its toll, or my tongue is shorter, because I’ve just tried it and it didn’t work. I always say my hobbies are cross stitch, fine wine and travel…

We’d get along great!  Aside from the cross stitch, I love fine wine and traveling too!

Favorite Food? Chocolate

Like I said… we’d get along great.  Chocolate should be another recommended food group!  🙂

Favorite Song? Mrs, Robinson

Favorite Movie? Bull Durham

Favorite place on Earth? Simitai Great Wall Of China. To stand there, hear the silence and just ‘be’. It is amazing.

Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book? 

Well I hope its tantalizing…

 

“Were you looking at my ass?” Anna demanded. He noticed the tell-tale blush on her cheeks and did a mental high five. So she might sound annoyed, but her body was showing different. Maybe this was going to be an interesting meeting.

“Oh yes. Nicer than I remembered.”

“Bastard.” There was no anger in her voice. “Dickens, meet Cade. Friend, Dickens, he’s a friend. Well, until I tell you otherwise.”

Cade held his hand out, hoping the Old English Sheepdog understood what friend meant, and that Anna hadn’t taught the dog that when she said friend he attacked. Luckily, she hadn’t. The dog padded over to him, sat on his haunches and offered a paw, which Cade took, before he scratched Dickens behind the ears.

“See, he likes you.” The unspoken words for now hung in the air. “Okay, you’d better come in. Shut the door, please.”

Cade did as she asked and followed her and the dog across the hallway and into another room. He looked around him, surprised at what he saw. When they’d lived together, their home had been all cool, calm colors, minimalistic and modern. This was the very opposite.

“Er.” He waved his hand towards the soft squidgy-looking settee. “It looks comfy.”

Anna turned to him and smiled. He’d bet his new Shibari cord she had no idea what her smile did to him. Every fiber of him wanted to grab her, hold her clit to cock, and kiss her senseless. Before he used that new rope on her and showed her how beautiful she would look dressed—or undressed—only in that. His body shook with the effort of remaining where he was and having the poker face he was famed for.

“It is. Try it out while I get some coffee.”

The way she spoke, as if his input into the proceedings was irrelevant, made him grit his teeth. Her next words made his blood boil.

“Then you can tell me why you felt you had to come and stalk me at home.”

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Master is available from: Evernight    Amazon    ARe   Bookstrand

 

If you’re like me and want to know a bit about the author, well here are the nosy links…

 

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

 

You can find out more about Raven here…

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan       (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

 

 

You Are “Under Orders” To Enjoy Doris O’Connor

I’d like to welcome, once again, Doris O’Connor to the Spicy Butterfly Garden!  She has a new release from Evernight Publishing, Under Orders, that is racing up the bestselling charts and she wants to share it with all of us.  Today, Doris has interviewed her two main character, Jonathan and Anna.  Sit back and enjoy the camaraderie between Doris, Jonathan and Anna!  It’s a treat… I promise!

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Thanks so much for having me here today Jessica, to tell you more about my newest release Under Orders.

I hope you don’t mind but I brought my hero and heroine along. They were most insistent.

“Of course she won’t mind, Doris.” Jonathan flashes his most charming smile and Anna rolls her eyes.

“Well, she might. It is kind of rude to invite ourselves along, Jonathan.” Anna smiles and he simply looks at her. You know that stare his kind do so well, where you’re not sure if they’re even breathing. I shift on my seat and take a moment to truly appreciate that man’s physique. As per usual he is dressed in a designer suit that accentuates his broad shoulders. Muscles flex as he lifts a hand to brush an errand batch of his dirt blond hair out his eyes—those amazing cornflower eyes. A woman could lose herself in them, as she stares up at him, and slowly dissolves into a puddle of goo.

Okay, maybe that’s just me and Anna then…

*giggles*

I clear my throat and he shifts his attention to me and I am glad I’m now sitting down.

“Okay, then, being that you are here I should ask you two some questions about the book, shouldn’t I?”

Yes, that’s what you should be doing, girl, not ogling the hero you created.

Jonathan smiles and reaches across to take Anna’s hand in his. A look passes between them and I feel as though I’m intruding.

“Okay, here goes. Jonathan, you’re a vampire. How does that work in your position as CEO, and have you ever used your powers to persuade people to do what you want?”

Anna purses her lips and I grin at her. Jonathan simply smiles, and I wonder why I feel hot all of a sudden.

Just as I feel as though my limbs do not belong to me anymore Anna elbows him and I blink to refocus. That was odd.

“Behave yourself, Jonathan. Forgive him, Doris. He is just making a point. Jonathan is very good at reading people and he can erase your memory, but he can’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The man in question grins at me and winks, and I can’t help but wonder whether that is just what he wants her to believe.

“So, all this talk of you summoning folks to the office and them not remembering what they did, what that’s about then?” I have to ask and my toes curl inside my boots when his smile turns sinful. Yeah, I reckon he wouldn’t need any strange vamp powers to get anyone to do what he wanted them to do.

The man oozes sex appeal and confidence without even trying. He simply shrugs his shoulders and squeezes Anna’s hand.

“That all seems a long time ago now, and besides a gentleman never tells tales.”

He shows an adorable set of dimples as his smile deepens and I force myself to tear my gaze away from him.

“Is that why you went along with the instructions when it was your turn to be summoned, Anna?”

Jonathan huffs out a laugh and Anna giggles.

“Well, I didn’t follow instructions exactly. There was no way I was going to wear a set of vibrating panties to a business meeting, no matter what he said.”

“Kinda glad she didn’t. It was so much more fun without them, and of course, I did get them on her eventually.”

He reaches into his pocket and Anna sits up straighter and grasps the arm rests of her chair. I can’t hear anything over Jonathan’s low chuckle, but I’m pretty sure I know exactly what is going on. Poor Anna’s cheeks heat and I’m sure mine must be the colour of beetroot too.

Time to ask my next question and pretend I don’t notice him reaching into his pocket again. Anna’s breaths speed up and I fumble with my papers.

“You two have history. Did that help or hinder your relationship?” I address Jonathan, not daring to look at Anna, but he gives me that sinful grin again and points to Anna.

“I think you ought to answer that, my sweet.”

His voice has dropped an octave and it’s my turn to squirm in the seat. Anna’s skin is flush with arousal and she screws her eyes shut and takes deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, as though to get her bearings. I’m surprised she isn’t leaving indents on the chair considering the white knuckled grip she has on those arm rests.

When she finally speaks her voice is a breathy whisper.

“I-I … shoot. I … oh damn.”

Oh damn indeed. Have you ever seen a woman come apart in front of you, fully clothed, whilst the man tormenting her just sits there and smirks? I shouldn’t watch, but can’t seem to help myself, and I make a mental note to get some of those vibrating knickers for myself.

By the time Anna has herself back under control, I feel as though I have run a marathon. Jonathan pulls her across to kiss her, and I reckon it’s time to leave them be.

“I guess, you worked it out then,” I mumble. Jonathan releases Anna long enough to look at me.

“Forgive us, Doris. We’ve just remembered we’ve left the oven on at home.”

With a gust of wind that scatters my remaining papers into the air like confetti, they disappear in front of my eyes.

Erm, okay then…

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Blurb: Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.

Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.

Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

Be Warned: bondage, public exhibition

Excerpt:

Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.

He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him.

“I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”

He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.

“I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.

“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.

He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.

“Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”

Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.

“I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table.

The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.

“Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”

Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.

Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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