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It Takes “Two to Tango”!

Please welcome the very talented Nicola Cameron to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. She’s back with another Evernight Publishing release, Two to Tango and she’s giving us a little insight to her main character, Dmitri Grigoryev! Welcome back, Nicola! 

 

FIVE THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT DMITRI GRIGORYEV:

 

  1. His guilty indulgence is Isaac Asimov’s Foundation trilogy.
  2. He loves playing racquetball.
  3. His favorite summer memories are of staying with his Uncle Misha and Aunt Viktoria.
  4. He wishes he could paint in the style of the Dutch Masters.
  5. While he’s never had to do it before, he knows five different ways to kill people with his bare hands.

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BLURB:

Rory MacLellan, AKA the Highlander, may be the most successful interstellar art thief in the Known Worlds, but he still has a conscience. So when he runs into a suicidal museum worker during his latest job, he has no choice but to stun the man and rescue him from certain death.

Dr. Dmitri Grigoryev was an up-and-coming exoarchaeologist until a disastrous dig left his career in tatters. Hungry, broke, and desperate, the last thing he expected was a dashing thief to come along and save his life.

Thrown together by accident and with interstellar police on their tail, Rory and Dmitri reluctantly join forces for a major heist. But will their simmering attraction get in the way, or prove that they were meant to be together?

BUY LINKS:

 

EXCERPT

Dmitri turned over, glancing down the line of their bodies. Rory’s erection was very obvious in his kilt, almost comically so. The other man must have been contorting himself to keep it off his ass. Of course, now that he was face up, his own erection started filling out nicely.

Rory started massaging his shoulders and arms, going nowhere near his nipples or other erogenous zones. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Um, you’re hard.”

“I know,” Rory said evenly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Kind of difficult to do that when it’s right over my stomach. Besides, so am I.”

Rory gave a half shrug. “Totally normal. Lots of guys get an erection during a massage. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to make a move on you or anything.”

He didn’t understand why that admission annoyed him, but it did. “Of course not,” he muttered. “Why would you?”

Rory stopped at that, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know.” He turned his head, staring at the bulkhead. “Never mind.”

“Hey.” Long fingers cupped his chin, urging it back. “I’m not making a move on you because I don’t believe in hitting on someone when they don’t have a way out of the situation. I mean, yes, I think you’re incredibly hot, which should be obvious by the fact that my cock can now cut diamond.” Rory glanced down at his crotch and grinned. “But that’s my problem, not yours.”

That’s what you think. Dmitri could feel Rory’s body heat moving through him, lighting up nerve endings. He’d been sure that his life would be one long, slow slog through museum workshops, getting older and more bitter with each passing year until he was shunted off to some sterile senior station to die.

Instead, he had been kidnapped during a heist by the Known Worlds’ sexiest antiquities thief, rescued from CAPOD by said thief, been given the chance to restore a shattered Saolao ceremonial bowl, and now had the same sexy thief kneeling over him with a rock-hard erection after giving him the best massage of his life. Except he’s backing off like I’m a nervous virgin.

It was time to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. He cupped his palms over Rory’s exposed knees, feeling the other man twitch from the unexpected contact. “What if I said yes?”

Rory frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“What.” Dmitri slowly ran his fingertips under the tartan, up Rory’s thighs. “If I.” He pressed the heels of his hands against the soft prickle of hair and the lean muscle underneath, continuing his upward slide. “Said yes?” His fingers reached the top of each thigh, dancing over the crease where leg met groin. The skin was smooth there, but he could just feel the beginnings of crisp pubic hair brushing his thumbs, and the heat from what had to be an aching cock.

He wouldn’t let himself touch it. Not until he was sure they both wanted this. “Or do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Nooo, I think I’m catching on.” Eyes gleaming, Rory leaned over and kissed him. “Is this all right?” he whispered, each word the softest puff of breath against Dmitri’s lips.

“Definitely.”

“Good. Because if you don’t put your hand around my cock in the next thirty seconds, my head is going to explode.”

Dmitri couldn’t help chuckling. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

 ABOUT NICOLA:

 Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

 

 

Who Wants To Be “His Assistant”?

Woot! Woot! I have Nikka Michaels visiting the Spicy Butterfly Garden today and she is sharing her short story, His Assistant, in the Evernight Publishing’s Executive Assistant, Manlove Edition Anthology. I always love anthologies. Their super great when you don’t have a lot of time to delve into a full length novel, but you still want to read a good story. And Evernight puts together great anthologies. So, please welcome Nikka – she’s been here a few times before – and enjoy!

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ANTHOLOGY BLURB:

 Unleash your naughty side with Evernight Publishing’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

 

Authors:

Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day

Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton

Pelaam, Nikka Michaels

 

HIS ASSISTANT BLURB:

Justin isn’t the typical assistant to powerful executive John Ryan. Like any good assistant, Justin fetches coffee, makes copies and manages the busy executive’s schedule. Behind closed doors, Justin’s more than an assistant; he’s in control.

 EXCERPT:

 “I have several things to add to the next meeting’s agenda and I think you should take some notes, Mr. Ryan. You’ll find a notepad and pen in your desk drawer.”

John swallowed hard, as his handsome face flushed. No one told him what to do like Justin did; they all just scurried around to do his bidding. But Justin didn’t scurry. When John turned toward the desk, obeying orders, Justin knew what he wanted. Justin came up behind him, pressing the length of his body against his boss’s, and whispered in his ear. “On your knees, Jonathan. You do all your best work when you kneel.”

BUY LINKS:

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Amazon US

Amazon UK

All Romance Ebooks

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ABOUT NIKKA MICHAELS:

s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases from Evernight Publishing: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology and “His Assistant” in the Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition Anthology. She has four short stories from Cobblestone Press including the MF novella, Christmas with Caden and three MM short stories from their Blue Line including Room Service, Lip Service and Mile High Service coming July 15, 2014. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, In the Raw and In the Fire set to release October and November 2014 from Carina Press.

WHERE TO FIND NIKKA:

Blog: http://www.nikkamichaels.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/nikkamichaels

Facebook Profile: http://www.facebook.com/Nikka.Michaels

Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/nikkamichaelsauthor

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7231273.Nikka_Michaels

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nikka-michaels/

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/author/nikkamichaels

 

Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Sean Cassidy

I bet you read this title and thought “Sean Cassidy? Hmmm! That isn’t the guy from that show in the late ’70s, The Hardy Boys?” NO! That was Shaun Cassidy!

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I’m talking about Sean Cassidy… Fitness Model and founder of Sean Cassidy Skin Care!

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Big difference, right, ladies?! 🙂 Enjoy! He’s yummy-licious! You’re welcome! @seancassidyskincare

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Hope you enjoyed your weekend and have hopped into the week in good spirits! If not, perhaps Mr. Cassidy can help put a little spring in your step! Happy Totally Tantalizing Tuesday! 🙂

 

 

 

 

Harlot at the Homestead by Molly Ann Wishlade

Today I have Molly Ann Wishlade at the Spicy Butterfly Garden introducing us to her latest release from Totally Bound, Harlot at the Homestead. Book 1 of the Duggans of Montana. Welcome, Molly!

 

Title: Harlot at the Homestead
Genre: Historical Western
Series: The Duggans of Montana, Book #1
Publisher: Totally Bound
Word Count: Short Novel – 33,707 words

Series Blurb:

The Duggans of Montana work hard and play harder.
Kenan Duggan looks out for his twin sister Rosie,
and Matthew and Emmett, their two younger brothers. The Wild West is a tough
place to live and each one strives to carve out their life on the land whilst
battling the prejudices, contradictions and restrictions of an ever changing
society.
They say that blood is thicker than water…but can
these siblings find love and still hold on to family ties?

Harlot at the Homestead Blurb:

Sometimes retribution finds its own way but
sometimes it needs a helping hand.
When Catherine Montgomery shows up at Kenan Duggan’s
homestead, she expects him to be surprised. She’s been gone two years and she’s
devastated to hear that her former fiancé was forced to give her up for dead.
Catherine never stopped thinking about Kenan and
hoped that they’d be reunited one day. She has suffered at the hands of another
but nothing tortured her as much as being apart from the man she loves. She
doubts, however, that Kenan will be able to forgive her when she reveals her
secrets.
As Kenan battles his desire for revenge, their
mutual desire reawakens like a creek bed in the rain, and soon they are swept
up in rediscovering their all-consuming passion.
Retribution often finds its own way in the Wild West
and the men to blame for Catherine’s disappearance may well find themselves
paying for their crimes in unexpected ways.
That’s if Kenan doesn’t get to them first!

 

Kenan stopped at a point where the bank grew flatter
and the grass gave way to silt and sand. The water was shallow and crystal
clear over the stones and Catherine suddenly realised how hot and uncomfortable
she felt. High summer in Montana was usually hot and uncomfortable but this
year it seemed hotter than hell. Beads of perspiration trickled down between
her bosoms and the backs of her knees were clammy beneath her stockings.
“Let’s go in. It looks wonderful!”
Kenan smiled at her. “You always loved to swim,
Catherine.”
They removed their shoes and outer garments then
stood awkwardly.
“What now?” he asked.
“Just like always!” She chuckled.
His fingers trembled as he unhooked the front of her
corset. He let it drop to the ground on top of her dress, then moved closer to
her and encircled her wrist with his hands.
Her stomach flipped at the passion she saw in his gaze. He wanted her
and loved her still but she had not yet revealed all to him. When she did, she
feared that he would cast her aside like a broken saddle or a worn out boot.
“Hey!” He tipped up her chin with a fingertip. “What
is it?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, just memories.”
“Good ones I hope.” He sighed as he bent his head to
kiss her.
At first the kiss was soft and she relaxed into the
warmth of his mouth, the sweetness of his breath. But as he pushed his hot
tongue between her lips, she moaned and slid her hands through his hair. She
filled her palms and her fingers with it then pulled his head towards her. 
As they kissed, he loosened the waistband of her
bloomers and she felt them slide down to the floor. The warm afternoon air
caressed the naked skin of her legs and fluttered the edge of her chemise.
Kenan held her body against the length of his and she felt his erection rock
hard against her belly.
She giggled.
“What is it?” he asked breathlessly.
“Perhaps we’d better cool off?” 
He looked down at the large bulge at his groin.
“Maybe.”
He shrugged out of his union suit sleeves then slid
it down over his legs. Catherine swallowed hard as she stared at his body. The
hard cock stood to attention, pointing outwards from the dark curls of his
pubic hair and pulling her eyes towards the balls beneath. He was a perfect
male and she yearned to become one with him, to take him deep inside her and
ride him until they both reached the point of no return.
“Now you!” His voice was husky but his tone was
firm.
She undid the button at the front of her chemise
then lifted it over her head. It was sheer as gossamer and featherlight. When
she met his eyes again, the intensity of his gaze startled her. He looked so
fierce, like he was about to explode with need and desire. He took her hand and
led her towards the water’s edge. The cool river lapped at her toes and her nipples
hardened, making her full breasts tingle.
“It’s freezing!”
“You’ll get used to it!” He eyed her naked form. He
waded into the water until it reached his thighs then turned to face her.
Catherine watched as goosebumps rose on his arms and the neat sack of skin that
held the essence of his masculinity pulled itself up towards his body.  But his erection still stood firm and ready,
the tip shimmering with a diamond like bead of moisture.
In a flurry of excitement, she pulled the pins from
her hair and let its vermillion waves cascade down her back. The breeze lifted
it and swirled it around her face, teasing her by limiting her view of Kenan.
She flicked her head to push it aside and fixed her eyes upon the man she
loved. Unable to resist any longer, she ran to him, splashing the icy water
over them both as she did so. The river’s chilly grip travelled quickly up her
legs and the tiny hairs on her neck and her arms stood on end.
Kenan grabbed her and pulled her with him into the
flow and Catherine gasped as the cold water enveloped her, touching her inside
and out. The sensation of the chilly water delving between the hot sensitive
folds of her most private place was delicious and it heightened her desire to
feel her lover’s cock there too.
“It’s freezing, Kenan!” She giggled.
He laughed then flicked water into her face. She
shook her head, her thick hair heavy with the river. He reached out and
tenderly spread her hair out so that it floated around her like a gathering of
eels come to inspect her nudity.
“Come here!” Kenan embraced her.
Their cold, wet skin and his solid length prodding
into her stomach fired her yearning to have him. She wanted to possess this man
once more, before he knew the full truth. The fear that he might abandon her
when she confessed all darkened her mind for an instant, like a cloud passing
over the sun. But she shrugged it away, refusing to allow it to spoil this
precious moment. Kenan pushed her towards the bank where he laid her on her
back in the shallows. He eyed every inch of her body. The stones and sand were
hard and cold beneath her skin but the fire in his gaze warmed her like the hot
summer sun.
He stroked his hands over her stomach, across the
curves of her hips then back towards the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he
parted her legs and ran the fingers of his right hand between her swollen lips
then over her aching bud. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger with a
touch so experienced and knowledgeable that Catherine felt all sense and reason
slipping away. Lost in passion, she lifted her hips towards him, eager for him
to fill her up as she knew only he could.
Whilst he massaged her, he used his free hand to
drip chilly droplets of water over her burning cunny. She flung out her arms
and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails wantonly into his flesh and
pulling him down onto her, unable to wait another second. His body moulded to
hers as if it were the other half of her and she flung her head back as he
drove his erection into her soft flesh.
As excitement consumed him, he rocked into her,
harder and faster and she spread her legs farther to take him deeper. The water
splashed around them as they moved in perfect union and the current flowed over
them, caressing their skin and creeping into forbidden places as if to join in
their lovemaking.  Catherine bit into
Kenan’s shoulder when the tensing and twitching of her pussy signalled the
onset of her climax and her sensitive bud throbbed then burst into countless little
explosions like lightning bolts piercing the night sky.
The aftershocks flooded throughout her entire body
and her hot juices flowed from her loins. Her excitement spurred Kenan on and
he thrust harder and faster before freezing as he reached his own shuddering
release.
He rested his weight on his elbows and looked into
her eyes. “You are amazing,” he whispered as he gently pushed the wet hair from
her forehead. “No one should ever hurt you. Ever.”
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“Her Imaginary Lover” by Doris O’Connor

Look who’s back visiting us with another one of her spectacular stories. That’s right! Doris O’Connor! She back with her latest Evernight Publishing release, Her Imaginary Lover. For those of you that don’t know Doris, she’s one of the most creative writers I know. Her Imaginary Lover sounds fantastic, Doris! Can’t wait to read it.

Thanks so much for having me here today with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.

Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…

Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.

To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.

That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…

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Blurb:

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When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.

Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.

Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.

When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.

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Excerpt:

Macie grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades, she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid down the inside of her thighs.

The mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay naked along her table.

Kaylom’s chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

A sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache in her pussy.

“Nothing, is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who’s boss.”

He lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand, and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.

“Keep them like this and don’t move, or I’ll have to tie you to this table, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so much force she slid further up the table.

“Yes, what?” he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his dominance didn’t turn her on even more.

What had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him “Sir” was a token of respect.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath away.

“Good girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

She blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don’t you?” His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at the first touch of his tongue.

He licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.

Seconds before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head against the table in frustration.

“Bastard, err, Sir.”

He laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her breathless and even wetter.

“Oh your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let’s gets one thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I’d shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would you like that?”

Macie shook her head and swallowed nervously.

“No, Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn’t like that at all.”

The air displacement gave her a second’s warning before he tunneled his tongue into her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss before he once again withdrew.

Macie keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.

Macie lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until she felt on fire for this man.

From far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something cold hit her ass crack.

“Sorry, my sweet, this will only last a moment.”

 

Available from Evernight Publishing June 16th.

For all other buy links, please check the book page here.

http://www.dorisoconnor.com/her-imaginary-lover.html

Add it to your Good Reads list:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22449639-her-imaginary-lover

 

      

About Doris:

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.

Stalking Links

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Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Country Hotties Shake It For Me

Ahhhh! I just returned from a glorious weekend of partying with some of the hottest country music stars. I attended the Florida Country Music Fest in Jacksonville, Florida. If you like country music, the line up was a dream. Colt Ford. Little Big Town. Eric Church (who is a rock star, I might add). Jason Aldean. Joe Nichols. Easton Corbin. Florida Georgia Line. Miranda Lambert. And last, but certainly not least, Luke Bryan.

Two days of great music, super entertainment and hot, hot country guys! Trucks jacked up all around me. Tight jeans with no shirts. Cowboy hats and boots. Amazing, hot… I mean fanning myself… hot country boys! So, I thought instead of focusing on one individual today, I’d share my favorite collection of country hotties. Enjoy!

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Saw this look a few times this weekend! Love it!

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Can’t have a country hottie post without one or two of Colin Wayne

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No country hottie post is complete without Gary Taylor

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Taking Courage by S.J. Maylee

I have the wonderful and talented S.J. Maylee here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden showing off her new Evernight Publishing release, Taking Courage (Love Projects #2). Thanks for coming by S.J. I look forward to reading this one.

Thank you so much for having me, Jessica! J I’m super excited to share my latest release. The initial inspiration for TAKING COURAGE came from my journey into writing. I thought first of a heroine who is having a hard time finding her own way in life. When she’s finally at the right place at the right time, she stumbles. I felt like that a million times already on this writing journey. The trick is to get back up and try again. That is exactly what my heroine, Janna does. I’m so dang proud of her strength. I hope you get a chance to read Taking Courage and that you love her story as much as I do.

 Taking Courage (Love Projects #2)

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BLURB:

Janna’s ready to make over her life and get out from under the controlling thumb of her father. She doesn’t want another failed arranged marriage. She’s ready to do whatever it takes for the career she wants, enter the lifestyle she craves, and to earn the trust and love of the man that has captured her heart, but heartbreak and career hiccups seem to be her destiny. Simon’s still recovering after his last submissive lied her way into his life. He’s not ready for Janna and how she pushes against his prejudices. He needs to decide if he’s willing to lose her or if he’ll fight for her love and submission.

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EXCERPT:

 

“Head up now.” Something was agitating the tender bundle in his arms. Simon wanted to help her through it. He may have taken a step back on his training responsibilities since his last experience, but Janna felt perfect under his hand. He’d have to find out if she’d be back.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What’s troubling you, pet?”

“I forgot to mention something earlier.” She tucked the blanket under her chin.

“Oh?” He rubbed in big circles around her back. “Why don’t you tell me now?”

“This was my first time, Sir.”

“Your first?” His confusion was thick. She tried to hide her eyes from him, but he saw shame. Sometimes newer submissives struggled with firsts. “Is this your first time being a guest?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Is your home club much different?” The safe rules of BDSM clubs were pretty universal, a real gift to traveling kinksters, but sometimes a scene in a different setting could be unsettling.

“I don’t have a home club, Sir. Well, not one that I physically visit.” She rubbed the edge of her blanket. “I’m an active member of their chat rooms.”

He hadn’t heard her right. No. She felt like an experienced submissive. Was she just playing the part? Anger ticked a quick pace up his spine.

“Are you telling me I just gave you your first scene?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why did you withhold this information?” When she didn’t answer he added, “Why weren’t you honest with me?” He pushed her slightly, in part to get some distance and to keep her safe from him. “Answer me, now.”

“I forgot. It all happened so fast, and I forgot one of my lines.”

“Lines.” He finished shoving her from his lap and stood. “I hope you had fun tonight.”

“I did, Sir,” she said as she stood to join him. She tugged at the edge of the blanket that had stuck in the couch. “Please, let me thank you for tonight.”

“There is no need. You lied to me, and you had your fun.” He scratched his brow. “Go home now.” He took two storming steps away and stopped. He forced himself to return to her, disgusted by how good it felt to see her face once more. He stopped within an inch, forcing her to look up. “Do yourself a favor. Enter that club at home, get yourself in a training program, and do not ever lie to a Dom again.”

He wanted to hit something. What was it with submissives and their lies? The lie might have been smaller this time, but it was still a lie.

He thundered past the scene areas and kept walking, increasing his speed. Folks saved themselves and moved out of his way. Fury radiated down his arms curling his fingers into fists, almost there.

Some members thought Keller was crazy when he’d installed the small gym next to the club. When the roster quickly filled, it was Keller that was laughing all the way to the bank. Simon had a regular date with the bag hanging in the corner. He may no longer enter the ring, but the regimented workouts kept him strong and centered.

A couple more steps and he’d entered the gym and saw the innocent bag hanging right where he needed it to be. He slammed his fist into the bag. Pressure reverberated from his hand straight to his heart, but it didn’t release the revulsion.

“Damn her.”

He needed to get this out and get back on the floor. One of his best friends was about to collar his sub. The bag swung around. He walked around it and rolled his shoulders back. He wanted to witness the happiness a pair could have when things worked out and no one lied.

It was just a scene, something he could shake off, and she was just a guest sub. There was no possible way she could have felt as right as he thought. The anger was tricking him. She was just another lying sub. A sub to forget. A sub he would never see again.

“Damn her.”

An image of her regret filled face tugged at his resolve. His fingers flexed as he remembered her velvet channel. His cock twitched, and he hit the bag again.

 

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Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

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ABOUT S.J. MAYLEE:

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

 

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New Release & Must Read: Intimate Danger by DC Stone

I had the great pleasure of reading Intimate Danger for one of my favorite authors and friends, DC Stone. She asked if I’d read through it and give her my thoughts. I was honored to be asked because DC is an amazing writer and has been instrumental in improving my writing. She’s volunteered on more than one occasion to critique my writing and I was thrilled to be asked to do the same for her.

Working with DC on a story, Snapped, we are co-authoring, I knew her writing style… intense, vivid, and exciting. Her characters come to life on the pages and you instantly become immersed in their world. Intimate Danger is no different. It’s a fabulous romance suspense novel that has you at the edge of your seat and lusting after the hero. If you’re looking for a great book to add to your summer to-be-read list, add DC Stone’s Intimate Danger. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Congratulations, DC! ❤

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Blurb:

A sleeping threat has awakened in the cozy village of Nyack, and Detective Charlese “Charlie” Lopez is tasked with stopping the deranged perpetrator. Ready to prove herself, Charlie’s surprised by the arrival of two FBI agents sent to assist, one of which is the charming and sexy, but guarded, Trent Rossi. As the crimes progress, so does Charlie’s desire to know Trent on a very personal level. She finds her attraction surging for the agent—only to realize that his random disappearances, his silence when questioned, and his exceptional knowledge of the perpetrator make him the primary suspect.

 Dark secrets begin to blur the line between who is on which side of the law. If she can’t solve these crimes, Charlie’s attraction to Trent could become fatal.

 It may be too late already.  

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Get your copy here:

Evernight

Amazon

AmazonUK 

ARe

Add to your GoodReads TBR: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22397858-intimate-danger

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Excerpt:

Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.

“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.

Ooookkkayy.

He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.

Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.

“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.

She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”

The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.

“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”

Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.

Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.

“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.

“Umm, a case.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.

Resigned, he let out a breath.

“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”

Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning into him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.

His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.

“Well, Agent Rossi.”

Lean forward a little more, please.

“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”

The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.

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About DC Stone:

D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

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Totally Tantalizing Tuesday – Top Ten 2014 World Cup Hotties

Those of you that hang out around here on Totally Tantalizing Tuesdays know that I’m a huge sports fan! So this week’s post should not come as a surprise to many of you. Every four years the world comes together for a tournament of tournaments for what is known as the most popular sport worldwide! That’s right… It’s World Cup time!

Though I certainly cheer for the US Team, I won’t lie… there’s more to my watching the World Cup (or soccer, in general) than just loving the sport. Soccer has some of the hottest men on the planet. Here’s my pick of hotties to look for this 2014 World Cup:

 

1. Olivier Giroud – Striker – France

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2. Gary Cahill – Defender – England

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3. Tim Howard – Goalkeeper – USA

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4. Iker Cassillas – Goalkeeper – Spain

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5. Kevin Prince- Boateng – Forward – Ghana

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6. Granit Xhaka – Midfielder – Switzerland

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7. Orestis Karnezis – Goalkeeper – Greece

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8. Fabian Johnson – Defender – USA

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9. Cristiano Ronaldo – Forward – Portugal

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10. Gerard Pique – Defender – Spain

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World Cup starts on Thursday, June 12th. Don’t miss out on some amazing athleticism and incredible hunks playing some fútbol! If you missed DC Stone’s Man Candy Monday, don’t fret. You can catch it here!

 

 

 

 

 

A Place Where Secrets Are Shared

I’m giddy with glee because I have Raven McAllan on my blog today and well, she’s just so fantastic! She’s here to introduce us to her new Totally Bound series – Diomhair – and the first book entitled Secrets Shared. Take it away, Raven!

Thanks for letting me ‘borrow’ your blog today Jessica.

I’m really excited about this series. Diomhair. It’s Gaelic for Secret and according to my Gaelic speaking friend you pronounce it ‘Jeever’.

Diomhair is a renovated Scottish Castle set somewhere not too many miles from the ‘central belt’, and on the edge of the highlands. There’s actually a ruined castle near where I live that was my inspiration for the castle after it burned down years before the story starts.

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Jess and her twin Jeff, are co-owners, except Jess has no idea what it’s used for…

Secret. What’s happens there stays there.

It doesn’t matter whether you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the place for you.

The ruined castle deep in the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club, where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.

Not everyone approved, and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.

And if you found love there, your own perfect match, well that could

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Book One. Secrets Shared

Jess is looking forward to her night out. Anticipation turns to dismay when she finds out she is being taken to a BDSM club. After a disastrous experience in her past, Jess wants nothing to do with the life style.

David is doing a favour for a friend, and he is instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognizes Jess’s bluster for what it is—Fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.

When Jess does give into her secret desires, can she truly let go, and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?

David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. Will she break his heart or can they find a common ground from which to build a relationship.

At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.

She leant back against the cushions. Her diatribe surprised her. She’d known she was bitter, but had truly imagined she’d come to accept the curve balls thrown at her. Evidently not. Jess wriggled and found herself enveloped by the settee.

Yeah I was right, too soft to get up with grace.

“Life rarely is. Fair,” he added. “Nevertheless, you are out of order. Who is to say what’s right and what isn’t? You like sex?”

His intense stare bore into her. There was no way she couldn’t answer him. Heat filled her body, but she nodded, somewhat puzzled. Why did he need to know that, now?

“How?”

“What do you mean how?” She’d bet her skin and hair were the same shade. “Like most people do, I guess. You know one of each or two of the same if that’s your fancy, and in and out. That sort of stuff.”

“Hmm.” He stroked her arm. The hairs stood to attention. If they had voices they’d be shouting more, more and me next. Jess shivered.

“So it’s always been vanilla, no contemplation of bondage or blindfolds?” he asked her in a mild tone. “You said one of each first, so no same sex fantasies? No threesomes or voyeurism? Strange after you admitted you and Kath had once been a couple. No more, pure basics now, eh? That’s your sex life in a nutshell is it?”

Her heartbeat faltered and she swallowed, trying to work some wetness into her mouth. He made it sound boring, not safe.

“In, out and roll over?” David smiled. “That seems weird to me.”

What does he know? “Yes, well, no and don’t go on. It’s what I want, so sue me. Nice, ordinary,”

“Boring.” David interjected.

She glared. “As I was saying, nice, ordinary, safe sex, thank you. Yes, there was a time when I had a female lover, and no, I don’t want one now. Nor do I want whipped, flogged, bound or gagged. Waxed, scored, scratched or whatever else goes on. Not. For. Me.” She knew her breathing was choppy, and it wasn’t just from fear.

David nipped her wrist. The pain was unexpected and Jess squealed. “That bloody hurt.” She pushed his hand away and rubbed her skin. “What the fuck did you do that for?” He was seriously heading for an assault charge if he wasn’t careful.

“Because I haven’t got time to put you over my lap and give you the spanking you deserve for lying. Open and honest, remember.”

Oh, she remembered only too well, and he could go fly. “Well if you want to go spank someone, go find yourself a sub, mister. This is as open and honest as you’ll get. What the fuck are you doing?” Jess took his hand and moved it from where he’d been tracing erotic circles around her breast. “Listen, mate, I don’t subscribe to the three strikes and you’re out. I subscribe to the touch me and I’ll sue you school of thought. You’re out of order. Don’t touch me.” Her voice rose and ended on what to her annoyance was a sob not a defiant shout. “I cannot take this.” Jess put her hand onto the cushioned seat and tried to lever herself upward. The sofa didn’t cooperate, and she settled down again and glared at him.

He grinned. “Even my furniture is against you, eh? C’mere.” He pulled her close and hugged her. Not in any way sexual but a nice comforting hug. To her amazement, Jess relaxed. For the first time in longer than she dare think about, she let herself be held. She didn’t shake, didn’t feel sick and didn’t pull away. It was nice. Of course it wouldn’t last. Jess hated the way he’d lulled her into a false sense of security. She turned her head and let her cheek rest on the fine, soft silk of his shirt. He stroked her hair and Jess was nigh on ready to purr. Her nipples puckered and she was darned sure more than her underwear would be damp. If this is him not coming on to me, heaven help me if he does. And let me pray there’s no tell- tale stain on my trousers. I’d die of shame.

“So who hurt you?” David used his free arm to hold her across the shoulders, and kissed the nape of her neck. He spoke casually, as if he was asking her the time.

All of her contentment dropped away like a stone flung into a river. She struggled against him.

“No one, just you. Let me go, you asshole, you’re hurting me.”

Secrets Shared is available from

TotallyBound

ARe

Amazon

AmazonUK

 

Where To Find Raven:

www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading,

Love R x